Fanfic: The Memory Keeper (8/14)
Title: The Memory Keeper (A Kradam Fanfic)
Author: Radiogaga33
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Setting: AU
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Kris, Adam, etc are their own people. They belong to themselves, not to me. No claims to any copyrights, trademarks, or any other intellectual property. This is purely a work of fiction from my very idle mind. It never happened.
Notes: Just a quick heads up that I'm about to fall of the face of the earth--or at least the face of the internet for the next two days. Next post will be on Wednesday so please don't spend all day tomorrow refreshing the page. Lol. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Many thanks to sweet_poeia for being my second set of eyes on this. Hugs. =)
Comments welcome as always.
Chapters 1-5 can be accessed here: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/606618.html
( Chapter 6: With My Arms Outstretched )
( Chapter 7: A Different Truth )
Chapter 8: In The Name of Love
Kris Allen was nervous. He stared straight ahead as he drove in silence towards Adam’s apartment, his eyes reflecting the red glow from Adam’s taillights. The closer they got to the building, the faster his earlier bravado faded from him. He was about to make love with Adam, with the man he’d only just confessed that he loved, with the man who had had more lovers than Kris cared to think of. He recalled the three men in the bathroom several days ago. “He gave me something I could feel alright.” Kris’s hands tightened convulsively around the steering wheel. What if he didn’t measure up to Adam’s expectations? What if he couldn’t give Adam what he wanted?
A few minutes later, Kris pulled into the building’s parking lot and parked his car next to Adam’s. They walked hand in hand into the apartment building and stepped into the elevator. Kris watched Adam reach out and press the button for his floor. Soon that hand would be touching him, holding him. He glanced up at Adam. Soon he would be inside Kris’s body, stretching him, taking him. Kris swallowed hard. His nerves were shot.
Kris walked out of the elevator and towards Adam’s door, stepping aside while Adam unlocked it and held it open for Kris to walk through before following behind. Kris felt goosebumps spread across his skin when he heard the soft click of the lock being turned. No going back. Adam turned on the lights and turned to face him. He smiled at him, and Kris moved his lips, attempting to answer with a smile of his own. Apparently he failed because a concerned look settled across Adam’s face.
“Kris, are you okay?” Adam asked.
“I’m fine.” Kris couldn’t help but notice the trembling quality of his own voice. He didn’t sound fine.
“Are you sure?” Adam looked down at Kris’s hands. “Christ, your hands are shaking.”
Kris looked down at his hands. They were indeed shaking. Adam moved closer, closing the distance between them with a few short steps. He placed his hands on Kris’s shoulders.
“What’s going on, Kris? Tell me. Please.”
“I’ve never done this before.”
Adam looked confused. “What?”
“I should have told you before tonight. I’ve never-what we’re about to do, I mean, I’ve never done it before.”
Adam looked incredulous. “I don’t understand. I thought you’ve been with men before.”
“Yes, but not like this. I’ve done everything else except this. What I mean is, I’ve never…I’ve never gone all the way. Listen to me. I sound like a schoolgirl.” He flashed Adam a shaky grin.
Adam exhaled sharply. “Wow.” It was all he seemed able to say.
“Adam?”
“Is that why you’re nervous?”
“Yes. I keep thinking what if I’m not what you want? What if I’m not what you had in mind?”
Adam gripped his shoulders tighter. “You’re exactly what I want, Kris. You’re everything I want and more.”
“Really?” If it were any other time, the needy quality in his voice would have irritated Kris. But not now. Right now he needed the man he loved to reassure him.
Adam reached up and cupped his face. “Really.”
“So you don’t want to call if off. Now that you know, I mean.”
“Not on your life. Do you?”
“Not on your life.”
Adam let go of him and stepped back. “Good. Then we’re agreed.”
Kris stared down, still shuffling his feet nervously.
“Don’t be nervous.” Adam paused for a moment. “It’s my first time too.”
What? Kris’s head shot up. He stared at Adam in surprise. “But you’ve-
“Been with tons of people. That’s what you were about to say, right?” Kris nodded.
“I wish I could erase all that but I can’t. You’re right. I’ve been with a bunch of people but it’s never meant anything. But this,” he gestured between them. “This right here means everything to me. I’ve had sex, it’s true. But I’ve never made love before. So you see, it’s my first time too.”
It was nighttime and yet Kris felt like he standing in brilliant sunshine. I love him so much.
“I love you,” Kris said.
“I love you too. Come on.” Adam held out his hand to Kris, smiling when he took it. “No more standing around like two virgins at the prom.” With that, he began walking towards the sleeping alcove, taking Kris along with him.
* * *
Patrick Baylor was happy, practically giddy with excitement. His hands tightened around the leather cover of his steering wheel as he drove home in his black Mercedes. The warm glow from the streetlights played across his plain face as he moved along the road, his dull brown eyes animated. He thought of what he’d witnessed twenty minutes ago in the parking lot of the Sunset Room. He had been heading in to meet his friends when he’d seen Adam and Kris emerging from the bar. Without thinking, he’d pulled back, sliding into the alleyway by the parking lot, waiting to see what would happen. He couldn’t believe his ears as he listened to their conversation.
Adam Lambert, the coldest bastard he’d come across since he’d moved to Los Angeles, was in love. With Kris Allen, the man he was supposed to be seducing for the sake of winning a bet. Patrick’s bet. And Kris, the simpering little fool, loved him back. Patrick couldn’t believe his luck. He took one hand off the steering wheel and brushed it across his broken nose. He hadn't fixed it all these years because he liked the way it looked. It made him seem mysterious, dangerous. But still.... Anger churned in his gut as he recalled the summer morning when Adam had broken it. Because of Kris Allen. That day he’d promised Adam he would make him pay for it, but he’d never gotten his chance because the man had disappeared, never to be seen again in Conway.
But he was here now. In love with Kris Allen. Patrick laughed. His little plot to keep Kris occupied while he won Katherine Harlowe back was working out better than he could have anticipated. Patrick didn’t even need the bet anymore; Katherine had already agreed to start dating him again after four weeks of Kris blowing her off. He’d kept the wager alive purely to amuse himself. And then tonight had happened. The perfect chance for long overdue revenge. He reached out and pressed a button on his car phone.
“Katherine Harlowe,” he said. The machine began to dial the number automatically. She picked up on the third ring, her voice breathless as ever.
“Hello.”
“Hi Katherine, it’s Patrick.”
“I know that, silly. Caller ID.” She giggled. “What’s up?”
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Not much. I was thinking of going to the beach. Why?”
“I was wondering if you feel like getting lunch with me at the Ivy. We can go to the beach after if you want.”
Katherine considered the suggestion for a moment before replying. “Sure. Sounds like a plan. Do you wanna pick me up or do you want to meet there?”
“The thing is, I have to see someone really quick in West Hollywood. So I was thinking I’d give you the address and we could meet there. You can park your car there and we’ll hit up the Ivy and beach in my car. That way we don’t have to stress out trying to find two parking spaces at the beach. What do you think?”
“Sounds like a good idea to me.”
“Here’s the address.”
“Hold on! Let me get a pen.”
Patrick waited patiently while Katherine rooted around for a pen. When she came back on the phone, he pressed his foot harder on the accelerator, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Slowly, his voice vibrating with self-satisfaction with each syllable he uttered, Patrick gave her Adam’s address.
* * *
Kris’s hands were shaking again as he stood by the bed in Adam’s apartment. Only this time, it wasn’t from nervousness. He watched, lips parted, as Adam undressed quickly, revealing a tempting expanse of skin as he made short work of his clothes, tossed them to the floor and turned around. It had to be impossible to be that beautiful. And yet, here Adam was, his big, strong body bathed in the glow of the light from the lamp on the bedside table.
“How about a little less staring and a little more undressing?”
Kris laughed. “Hey, it’s not my fault if you’re so bloody distracting.”
“Me, distracting? I don’t know what you mean.”
Adam lifted his hand to his throat and stared straight at Kris. Slowly, he slid his hand down his chest and abdomen until he reached the jutting length of his erection. Still staring, he wrapped his fingers around himself and began to stroke the thick length in his hand slowly, almost lazily. As Kris watched, a bead of moisture that had gathered on the tip of Adam’s cock rolled off, running down the hard length until it met Adam’s stroking fingers. Kris bit back a moan. Adam Lambert was going to be the death of him.
Kris reached up and began to fumble with the buttons on his shirt. Apparently, he wasn’t moving fast enough because suddenly, he felt Adam’s hands pushing his away. In a quick, almost violent motion, Adam ripped his shirt open. Kris watched as the seven plastic buttons from his shirt flew off the garment and rolled across the carpet in all different directions. He looked up at Adam.
“You ripped my shirt.”
“I’ll buy you a new one.”
Adam dropped to his knees in front of Kris and began to unbuckle his belt. Then he hooked his fingers into Kris’s jeans and underwear and pulled them both down in a swift motion. He pulled off Kris’s shoes and clothes and added them to the haphazard pile already on the carpet. He looked up at Kris.
“You are so beautiful.”
Kris smiled and reached down, wrapping his fingers in Adam’s soft black hair. He gasped when Adam pressed his lips against his hipbone, sinking his teeth into the flesh above it before running his tongue over the small mark he’d made. Then he did it again on the other side. He’s marking me, Kris thought. Claiming me. And then he didn’t think much of anything anymore because just then Adam grasped his straining cock in his strong hands and began to run his tongue along the length of it. Kris threw his head back and let out a harsh groan as Adam licked him, returning to the head of his cock again and again to lap up the moisture gathering there.
“More,” he whispered. “Please.”
Adam gave him more. He opened his lips and slid forward, taking over half of Kris’s cock into the burning hot depths of his mouth. As Kris watched with half-lidded eyes, Adam began to move back and forth, taking Kris’s cock deep into his mouth over and over again. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked hard on the throbbing flesh in his mouth. Kris moved his hand to Adam’s mouth, tracing over his lips where they stretched tightly around his cock. He needed more. He needed to touch Adam too.
“Adam,” he whispered.
Adam pulled back, letting Kris’s glistening length fall from his mouth. “What is it?”
“I want to touch you too. Please. I need to touch you too.”
Adam looked up at him for a long moment. Then he got off the floor and climbed onto the bed.
“Come here.”
Kris climbed onto the bed beside Adam.
“Lay down on your side.”
Kris obeyed and looked up at Adam expectantly. Adam lay down on his side too, only he did it upside down so that his head was aligned with Kris’s feet and vice versa. He moved down a little until he could reach Kris’s aching length with his mouth. Realization dawned on Kris when the movement put Adam’s length within reaching distance of his own mouth.
“There,” Adam said. “Now you can touch me too.”
It was all he said before he moved forward and took Kris into his mouth again, resuming the devastating movements he’d started earlier. Kris reached out and grasped Adam’s cock, squeezing it in his hand before he moved forward and sucked it into his mouth. He heard Adam groan, the sound a muffled vibration around his cock where it filled Adam’s mouth. The feeling of it almost pushed Kris over the edge. He moved back and swirled his tongue around the head of Adam’s cock, licking and swallowing the moisture that dripped from him.
The sensations that coursed through Kris as he and Adam sucked each other in tandem were indescribable, almost surreal. He knew that Adam felt it too. He could feel it in the way Adam sucked hard on his cock, his movements almost desperate while Kris continued to draw hard on his flesh. He could feel it in the way Adam thrust his hips wildly, fucking Kris’s mouth in a hard, insistent rhythm. Kris thrust hard too, shuttling his cock in and out of Adam’s mouth. He was adrift on some unknown plane, intoxicated by the taste and texture of the throbbing flesh in his mouth, bombarded by the intense pleasure of Adam’s mouth wrapped around him.
Kris tried to hold on. He tried to concentrate on Adam, on giving him as much pleasure as he was receiving. He tried to think of something else, something that wasn’t related to the incredible feel of Adam’s tongue licking along the aching length of his cock. He failed. He pulled his mouth off Adam suddenly, his neck arching back sharply as he cried out his pleasure and thrust deep into his lover’s mouth, pumping his release in swift, hot bursts down his throat.
He was still trembling with the aftershocks of his climax when he felt Adam begin to move, rearranging their bodies until he lay side by side with him. He felt Adam lean over him then, running his fingers through Kris’s hair.
“Are you okay?” Adam’s voice sounded like it was coming from a mile away.
Kris struggled to make his vocal cords work. His voice, when it came, sounded foreign to his ears. “I think so.”
Adam chuckled quietly. “Excellent. We’re not nearly done yet. Now it’s time for the good part.”
Kris stared at Adam incredulously. The good part? If it got any better, Kris was going to end up suffering an apoplexy. For the second time that night, he couldn’t help thinking that Adam Lambert was going to be the death of him
Later, Kris pressed his face into the bed sheets and let out a muffled groan. Ten minutes ago, Adam had turned him over onto his stomach and stuffed a pillow beneath his hips, raising his body in the air. As he’d watched over his shoulder, Adam had tipped the small bottle in his hand, letting the cool slick liquid run down Kris’s upraised body. He’d grabbed two handfuls of the bed sheet when he felt Adam’s slick fingers reach down and begin to tease his tight entrance with soft, fluttering touches. Kris had thrust his hips upward in a silent plea for more. Adam had obliged him.
He’d rotated his fingers in tight little circles, coaxing the muscles guarding Kris’s entrance into relaxing for him, into letting him in. Kris had cried out as he felt Adam’s finger begin to enter him, pushing gently, penetrating him slowly until it had finally filled him completely.
“Fuck!” Kris had gasped as he felt Adam’s finger press home. “More. Please. Give me more.”
Adam had pulled out then, chuckling when Kris had moaned in disappointment. Then he’d pressed forward again, pushing two fingers into Kris’s body this time. He moved carefully, so slowly that Kris wondered if he’d be seventy two before Adam finally penetrated him fully. Then he didn’t wonder much of anything because Adam thrust all the way in with his fingers and began to move them inside him, twisting and scissoring them, stretching Kris for what was coming.
Kris groaned again, pressing his face harder into the bed sheets when Adam’s fingers pressed against something that sent a lightning hot sensation up his spine and down again.
“There!” His voice was a tortured rumble against the bed. “Do it again. Adam, please…”
Kris rubbed his hard flesh against the pillow beneath him before thrusting backwards towards Adam’s stroking hand, mindless now with the pleasure of Adam’s fingers thrusting back and forth in his body. He felt himself moving close to the edge again. But just when he thought he’d fall off again, Adam pulled his fingers from Kris’s body.
“Why…?”
Adam didn’t answer. He simply turned Kris over onto his back and settled him over the pillow again. Kris watched Adam spread his legs wider before settling between them. With heavily-lidded eyes he watched Adam roll on a condom before covering himself in more slick liquid from the bottle he’d dropped on the bed. Kris shivered with anticipation, the nervousness that had left him returning with full force. This was the moment of truth, the final act.
Adam dropped the bottle again and looked down at Kris.
“Are you ready?”
No. He wasn’t ready.
“Yes,” Kris whispered.
Adam smiled and pressed his condom-covered flesh against Kris’s slick entrance. A moment later he began to thrust into him, pushing steadily until the resisting muscles guarding Kris’s body gave into the pressure and let him in. Kris bit his lip hard, drawing blood when he felt the head of Adam’s cock sink into him, stretching him wide. The feeling was almost unbearable. He clenched handfuls of the bed sheets in his fists as Adam began to surge deeper, sinking inch after inch of his cock into Kris’s body. Conflicting sensations bombarded Kris’s brain as Adam moved deeper. Pleasure and pain buffeted his senses, making Kris wonder if he would go insane before Adam was done.
As Adam thrust deeper, filling Kris’s body with more of his pulsating length, the dividing line between pleasure and pain stretched thinner, finally becoming so imperceptible that Kris didn’t know which side he was on. He whimpered low in his throat.
“Relax,” Adam whispered above him, his hand a comforting presence on Kris’s hip as he stroked him in a soothing caress. “Don’t tighten up. Relax for me. Push down when I move forward.”
Kris couldn’t process what Adam was saying. He shut his eyes and pressed his head into the bed. Adam stopped moving.
“Open your eyes, Kris. Look at me.”
Kris obeyed. He opened his eyes and stared up at Adam’s face. His lover’s face was flushed, his eyes bright, his black hair damp with moisture. He was breathtaking.
“Stay with me, Kris,” Adam whispered. “Please. I’m only alive when you’re here with me.”
“Me too.”
“So look at me. Keep your eyes on me. I’m not going to hurt you. I want to make it good for you. Just keep looking at me. See? It’s just Adam. And I love you so much.”
Kris felt tears prickling the back of his eyelids. “I love you too.” He let go of the sheets and placed his hands on Adam’s waist. “Don’t stop now.”
Adam gave him a dazzling smile. “Remember what I said. Push down when I move forward.”
When Adam began to move again, Kris followed his instructions. He did his best to relax and push down as Adam thrust forward. When he did, he felt the sharp bite of pain that had been there before begin to ease; the tension in his body began to dissipate as well. Finally, Adam was completely inside him, his hips flush with Kris’s body. He stared deeply into Kris’s eyes and began to pull back. Then he thrust forward again.
The sensation was indescribable. Overwhelming pleasure filled his senses. It was augmented, enhanced somehow by a delicious edge of pain. Adam began to thrust back and forth in Kris’s body in a firm, insistent rhythm, taking him, owning him. All the time, Kris watched him, never taking his eyes off Adam’s face. Suddenly, Adam pulled all the way back until only the head of his cock remained in his body before thrusting in again, slamming his cock deep into Kris.
Kris cried out with pleasure and arched off the bed, squeezing his eyes shut once again and pressing his head hard into the bed. He felt the muscles of his ass, the muscles that had resisted Adam’s entry at first, clenching now, grasping greedily at Adam’s invading flesh as if they would never let go. Kris cried out again when Adam shifted his position, placing his hands on either side of Kris’s shoulders on the bed so they were close enough to feel each other’s breath. The new position changed the angle of Adam’s thrusts into Kris’s body. With each movement, Adam pressed against Kris’s sweet spot, sending him into a new maelstrom of sensation each time his cock slid over it.
Kris thrashed wildly on the bed, constantly moaning and whimpering with pleasure while he took Adam into his body again and again. He cried out repeatedly as Adam took him faster, harder, rougher, moving Kris ever closer to the edge. Without warning, Adam reared back and gripped Kris’s straining cock in his strong hand. He began to squeeze and stroke him hard while he rammed his cock into Kris’s body. A minute later, Kris tightened and cried out Adam’s name as he began to come, trembling under the devastating assault of Adam’s hand squeezing his hard flesh, Adam’s cock lodged deep in his ass.
As he drifted down from his climax, he felt Adam thrust hard into him and hold deep, his cock jerking inside Kris’s body as he came. He smiled at the sound of Adam crying out his name over and over again like some sort of pagan prayer. Finally, Adam collapsed on his body. Kris reached out and cradled his head against his chest, trying to soothe Adam as his big body shook against Kris, still caught in the aftershocks of his climax.
“Never…before,” Adam whispered brokenly. “Never like this…never felt like this. Love you…love you so much.”
“I love you too.”
Kris held him tighter, running his fingers through Adam’s hair as his body continued to tremble. He couldn’t help smiling to himself now that the tables had been turned. It looked like he just might be the death of Adam Lambert himself. Kris’s smile grew wicked. Turnabout was fair play.
* * *
Patrick Baylor dropped down on his bed and pulled a slim pad from the drawer of his bedside table. In the light from the lamp on the table, his eyes were still animated, still bright with excitement as he replayed over and over again the conversation he’d overhead in the parking lot. Adam Lambert and Kris Allen in love. Patrick was dead certain the little idiot didn’t know about the bet. He wouldn’t have been there, hanging all over Adam if he’d known about Patrick’s little gamble with the cold-hearted bastard.
No, not so cold-hearted. Patrick smiled. Adam Lambert was in love. How had he gotten so lucky, Patrick wondered. Out of nowhere, after ten years of biding his time, he was finally able to make good on the promise he’d made that summer morning. Adam would pay. And so would Kris.
He grabbed a pen and opened the pad. It was his checkbook. With a flourish, Patrick made out a check. Pay to the order of Adam Lambert. Ten thousand dollars.
Patrick was about to kill two birds with one stone. He couldn’t wait.
[To be continued]