UPSIDE DOWN, INSIDE OUT (Oneshot)
For aianonlovefest. I don't know how to resist Kradommy prompts, seriously. Any excuse to write Krommy takes me to my happy place.
UPSIDE DOWN, INSIDE OUT
A Kink Meme Fill
By: Lady Michaelis
Characters: Adam Lambert, Kris Allen, Tommy Joe Ratliff, some others
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, Tommy Joe Ratliff/Kris Allen
Rating: R - NC-17
Warnings: You’ll know when you read through the fic.
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Humor
Summary: Adam is a jealous bitch (and a bit of an idiot), Kris is a total slut and Tommy is a fucking genius.
Disclaimers: I swear, I own nothing and no one. This is not part of my convoluted plan to bring Krommy to fruition. *crosses fingers*
In all honesty, Adam Lambert could be a bit of an idiot when he wanted to be. He’d done a lot of silly things in his life; things like drink himself to near-death at some friend of a friend of a friend’s birthday party, gift said friend of a friend of a friend a Twilight dildo because it would be impolite to show up with nothing, and call friend of a friend of a friend Ron when his name was actually Ross. Sure, he was now this incredibly talented, sinfully sexy-he should really swear off the tabloids and their purple prose-performing artist with several hit singles up his sleeve, but deep inside, he was still this mischievous kid who acted all of twelve years old that enjoyed the stranger, rather idiotic things in life.
That was probably the reason why his LA flat resembled a can of sardines now due to the large number of people he’d invited over for an impromptu party to celebrate the latest addition to his household of one.
No, it wasn’t a blow-up doll or some kinky sex robot from Japan. Adam Lambert’s new most favorite thing in the universe was currently curled up in Alisan Porter’s lap-a tawny kitten he’d christened Krispy.
Krispy’s presence in Adam’s household was the result of a very strange and very alarming visit to a newly-divorced Kris Allen’s apartment. They had gotten a little tipsy, and the night ended with Adam getting a lapful of Kris pressing tiny kisses to his face and murmuring ‘I’ve always loved you, Adam’ in his ear. Shocked at the sudden admission, he had pushed Kris off his lap, insisting that he had one too many bottles and he probably had no idea what he was saying.
Aforementioned stupid move-really, he could be such an idiot-got a beer bottle or two tossed in the general direction of his head as he scampered out of Kris’ place in an attempt to save his life. It also got him ignored in terms of Tweets, texts and phone calls for the next four days.
Still, he had no idea what pushed him to walk into the pet store across the street and come home with the most darling little thing in the universe that seriously reminded him of Kris.
“Lambert, you look like someone stole your baby,” Monte Pittman remarked, rescuing the empty bottle-how long had he been holding that?-from his death-grip and tossing it into the nearest garbage bag. “What the heck is going on in that weird head of yours, anyway?”
“…isn’t it weird to buy a kitten that reminds you a little too much of the boy of your dreams? No, scratch that; said boy of your dreams confessed his love to you-and you rejected him because you’re so paranoid that he’s just going through an I-think-I’m-gay phase in his life.”
“Only you would do something as stupid as that,” Monte snorted. “It drives me nuts how you and Kris Allen treat your relationship-or non-relationship, as you like to say-like a game of ping-pong. You would have saved yourself a lot of grief if you had an actual conversation ten centuries ago.”
“He’s the love of my life, Monte,” Adam whined. “It drives me crazy how all rational thought leaves my head as soon as he enters a room.”
“…well, you’re going to go berserk in about three seconds flat. Because a certain someone just walked in and is playing tonsil hockey with Tommy.”
Adam whipped his head around to see whatever the hell Monte was looking up, and nearly fell over. Kris Allen was right there in his apartment, looking right at home with his mouth super glued to Tommy Joe Ratliff’s and his hand stroking a beer bottle like it was some part of Adam’s anatomy and-
Okay. He was so not going there.
“Apparently, both Kris and Tommy collect box tops,” Monte shrugged.
“…that’s all you can say?” Adam turned to him, his eyes widening to comically large proportions. “Kris is making out with Tommy in my apartment and that’s all you can say?”
“Chill, Lambert,” Monte rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who said rock and roll needs to be tarted up.”
“But this is Kris!” Adam was practically shrieking now. “Kris Allen! Kristopher Neil Allen!”
“You called, Adam?” an overly familiar Southern drawl interrupted his nonsensical tirade.
Kris was right in front of him, stupid puppy eyes shining a little too brightly and perfectly kissable lips looking way more endearing than usual. He and Tommy were both smiling a little too sweetly at Adam, making him feel like shark bait in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
“Yo, Adam,” Tommy leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Yo, Monte. What’s kickin’?”
“Seriously, Krommy?”Adam sputtered. “I don’t know if I’m going to ejaculate watching you compare toothpaste brands in the middle of my living room or die of blue balls because I’m not getting any.”
“Hey, you told me to experiment,” Kris cocked his head, the shark-like-at least, that was what that fucking smile looked like to Adam-grin never leaving his face. “I ran into Tommy here at 7-Eleven, and he told me he was on his way to your place because you were having a party for your new kitten.”
“Seriously, Lambert,” Tommy smirked. “Getting a pet that looks too much like the love of your life is the most unsubtle thing I’ve ever heard of. You’re obviously pining.”
“Oh, give it a rest, Tommy,” Kris said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “He doesn’t love me; he said so himself. I think I told you the story way too many times already.”
“The bottle should have hit his head,” Tommy said agreeably, licking a long stripe up Kris’ cheek. “But I love you; that totally counts, right?”
“It totally does,” Kris beamed at him, moving in for what seemed like another kiss.
Adam could only stare. He was fucking furious, thank you very much. Kris and Tommy were going at it again three inches away from him, and Monte had gone off somewhere, leaving him to suffer alone.
He was this close to dangling someone-preferably Kris or Tommy-from his balcony railing right now.
“I can tell why you kiss him all the time, Lambert,” Kris snickered, pulling away from Tommy to stick his tongue out at Adam. “His lip gloss does taste freaking good.”
“And for your information, Kris is totally into tongue diving,” Tommy drawled. “I think you’re just about ready to murder me right now because I beat you to it.”
Adam was seething. He had two pretty twinks in front of him; wrapped around each other like peas in a pod, tongues darting into each other’s mouth from time to time and throwing his own words back at him like the fuckers that they were. Seriously, it was like watching octopus sex or something.
He had never felt more turned on in his life.
“Bedroom. Now.”
He yanked Krommy-it was seriously easier to think of them as a singular noun when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other-back into his apartment, thankful that everyone else would be too drunk or too in love with Krispy to give a fuck about whatever he was doing right now. The fact that this grand gesture had wiped the fucking smiles off their pretty faces gave him an even bigger erection.
No one was allowed to leave Adam Mitchel Lambert with blue balls-not even Krommy.
He slammed the bedroom door behind him, making a show of turning the lock to let the twin bitches know he meant business.
“Do you little shits know what I’m about to make you do?” he murmured, circling them like a warden about to sentence his prisoners. “I want you two to get on my bed and put on a show like the sluts you are. Me? I’m going to watch you. I’m going to sit here, stroke my cock and come on you when I’m done.”
“Fuck, yes,” Kris moaned, his pupils blown and dark with need.
He sauntered over to the large bed and pulled Tommy down with him, sighing happily as the blond tilted his chin up for another kiss. Adam was amazed at how pretty they looked; at how beautiful Kris looked while being pleasured by a man. The boy was made for taking cock; someone this beautiful and this slutty would never find fulfillment bedding a woman.
“We have a present for you, baby boy,” Tommy said softly, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Kris and I just don’t feel like losing tonight; I’m sure you’re going to welcome the added extra.”
Before Adam could get another word in edgewise, Tommy’s hands flew to the front of Kris’ plaid shirt and ripped it open, baring the Southern beauty’s bare perfect chest. Adam groaned as he watched Tommy skim the planes of Kris’ chest like he would play his favorite guitar, fondling and pinching at Kris’ nipples with his long, elegant fingers.
“I’m willing to bet half my life savings that you’d trade lives with me in a heartbeat,” Tommy said teasingly, ducking his head to lick at a nipple. “But guess what? You’re not me, Lambert. You’re not the one burning Kris from the inside out.”
Adam gritted his teeth. He was going to kill the little motherfucker.
Tommy went lower, skillfully undoing the fly of Kris’ pants and pushing it down his thighs, motioning for the former American Idol to kick off his shoes. They seemed intent on getting things done fast-or hastening Adam’s death by twink porn, rather-as Kris was squirming out of his underwear, granting Adam his first view of that perfect, beautiful cock.
“Touch yourself, pretty,” Tommy whispered. “Show Adam how much you want him.”
“I’m not such a good boy, you know?” Kris said softly, sitting up so that he was facing Adam. “Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew I was missing out on a lot. You made me want things that never even crossed my mind while I was growing up. All of a sudden, my dreams were filled with you; just the thought of opening my legs for you got me so fucking hot. Sometimes, I’d jerk myself off in the shower, imagining your hand on my cock. Sometimes, I’d lie on my bed and work myself open with my own fingers, imagining they were yours. I want you to reinvent me, Adam. I want your hands on me so bad right now.”
Adam bit back a moan, hastening to undo his jeans and take his leaking cock into his hand. Tommy had moved behind Kris, fusing their lips together in another searing kiss as his hand curled around Kris’ cock, jerking it languidly. It was thrilling to know that he had been the object of Kris’ fantasies; it was thrilling to know that Kris could only come when he was visualizing Adam doing things to him.
“Just look at you two,” Tommy purred, leaving Kris’ side to perch on Adam’s lap. “Since I love you two so much, I’m going to give you each a little gift.”
He pressed his lips to Adam’s, coaxing the singer’s mouth open and easing his tongue in for a quick, open-mouthed French kiss.
“A little taste of Kris from me to you,” he said sweetly, moving back to join Kris on the bed.
Adam could only watch as Tommy knelt between Kris’ spread legs. What was probably supposed to be a blowjob quickly took a new course of action, though, as Tommy lapped hungrily at Kris’ hole before sticking his tongue in, eliciting a gasp from the Southern boy.
“Oh god, Tommy…” Kris moaned. “That feels so fucking good. Take me deeper, come on…”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Adam gasped, fisting his own cock, jerking it roughly in desperation. “You two have no idea how amazing you look right now. And Kris…you are so perfect, baby. Think of me; imagine me doing that to you. Imagine me opening you up with my tongue and getting you ready for my cock.”
“Yessssss!” Kris threw his head back, thrusting shamelessly into Tommy’s mouth. “Oh god, Adam…I want more. I can’t get enough of you; I could never get enough of you…”
Adam squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain even just a bit of his composure. When had the tables turned on him? He had dragged Kris and Tommy in here to entertain him, but the annoyingly clever duo had somehow turned his own scheme against him. He couldn’t even remember why he had been so angry in the first place; all he wanted to do now was stick his cock into Kris and fuck that perfect ass eight ways to Saturday.
And love him. Love him the way he deserved to be loved.
“Adam,” he heard Kris whisper. “Love you. Love you so much.”
“Come here, baby…” he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse. “Tommy, please…I’m not going to hurt him anymore. I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry…love you, Kris. I love you so much, baby.”
“You heard him, Kristopher,” Tommy pressed a chaste kiss to Kris’s lips. “Go.”
Kris got to his feet and practically flew into Adam’s arms, which tightened around him and held him close in a possessive, loving grip.
“…Tommy,” the singer lifted his gaze to meet his friend’s. “Thank you.”
“Take good care of each other,” Tommy pressed kisses to each of their foreheads. “Love like yours is a fucking chore to find.”
“You’re my angel, Tommy,” Kris sighed happily. “If you ever want to…you know, I think Adam and I will be pretty open to that.”
“Sounds inviting,” Tommy smirked. “I’ll pass for now; you two need to get reacquainted. I’m going to head on out to make sure nobody threw Krispy over the balcony or something.”
Adam laughed loudly and ran a loving hand over Kris’ naked back. Tommy was definitely getting something amazing for Christmas this year. Maybe a pony. Or a Beverly Hills mansion. Or maybe even world peace.
“What’s on your mind, love?” Kris asked, sitting up to wrap his arms around Adam’s shoulders. “I can practically hear the unicorns tap dancing in your head.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Adam smirked.
He scooped Kris up into his arms and deposited him unceremoniously on the bed. Yes, he was definitely a bit of an idiot. His flawless-okay, maybe not-plot for revenge had fallen short, and he’d ended up as the fly in the spider web in the end.
Still, his idiocy had gotten him his boyfriend. He wouldn’t have things any other way.
UPSIDE DOWN, INSIDE OUT
A Kink Meme Fill
By: Lady Michaelis
Characters: Adam Lambert, Kris Allen, Tommy Joe Ratliff, some others
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen, Tommy Joe Ratliff/Kris Allen
Rating: R - NC-17
Warnings: You’ll know when you read through the fic.
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Humor
Summary: Adam is a jealous bitch (and a bit of an idiot), Kris is a total slut and Tommy is a fucking genius.
Disclaimers: I swear, I own nothing and no one. This is not part of my convoluted plan to bring Krommy to fruition. *crosses fingers*
In all honesty, Adam Lambert could be a bit of an idiot when he wanted to be. He’d done a lot of silly things in his life; things like drink himself to near-death at some friend of a friend of a friend’s birthday party, gift said friend of a friend of a friend a Twilight dildo because it would be impolite to show up with nothing, and call friend of a friend of a friend Ron when his name was actually Ross. Sure, he was now this incredibly talented, sinfully sexy-he should really swear off the tabloids and their purple prose-performing artist with several hit singles up his sleeve, but deep inside, he was still this mischievous kid who acted all of twelve years old that enjoyed the stranger, rather idiotic things in life.
That was probably the reason why his LA flat resembled a can of sardines now due to the large number of people he’d invited over for an impromptu party to celebrate the latest addition to his household of one.
No, it wasn’t a blow-up doll or some kinky sex robot from Japan. Adam Lambert’s new most favorite thing in the universe was currently curled up in Alisan Porter’s lap-a tawny kitten he’d christened Krispy.
Krispy’s presence in Adam’s household was the result of a very strange and very alarming visit to a newly-divorced Kris Allen’s apartment. They had gotten a little tipsy, and the night ended with Adam getting a lapful of Kris pressing tiny kisses to his face and murmuring ‘I’ve always loved you, Adam’ in his ear. Shocked at the sudden admission, he had pushed Kris off his lap, insisting that he had one too many bottles and he probably had no idea what he was saying.
Aforementioned stupid move-really, he could be such an idiot-got a beer bottle or two tossed in the general direction of his head as he scampered out of Kris’ place in an attempt to save his life. It also got him ignored in terms of Tweets, texts and phone calls for the next four days.
Still, he had no idea what pushed him to walk into the pet store across the street and come home with the most darling little thing in the universe that seriously reminded him of Kris.
“Lambert, you look like someone stole your baby,” Monte Pittman remarked, rescuing the empty bottle-how long had he been holding that?-from his death-grip and tossing it into the nearest garbage bag. “What the heck is going on in that weird head of yours, anyway?”
“…isn’t it weird to buy a kitten that reminds you a little too much of the boy of your dreams? No, scratch that; said boy of your dreams confessed his love to you-and you rejected him because you’re so paranoid that he’s just going through an I-think-I’m-gay phase in his life.”
“Only you would do something as stupid as that,” Monte snorted. “It drives me nuts how you and Kris Allen treat your relationship-or non-relationship, as you like to say-like a game of ping-pong. You would have saved yourself a lot of grief if you had an actual conversation ten centuries ago.”
“He’s the love of my life, Monte,” Adam whined. “It drives me crazy how all rational thought leaves my head as soon as he enters a room.”
“…well, you’re going to go berserk in about three seconds flat. Because a certain someone just walked in and is playing tonsil hockey with Tommy.”
Adam whipped his head around to see whatever the hell Monte was looking up, and nearly fell over. Kris Allen was right there in his apartment, looking right at home with his mouth super glued to Tommy Joe Ratliff’s and his hand stroking a beer bottle like it was some part of Adam’s anatomy and-
Okay. He was so not going there.
“Apparently, both Kris and Tommy collect box tops,” Monte shrugged.
“…that’s all you can say?” Adam turned to him, his eyes widening to comically large proportions. “Kris is making out with Tommy in my apartment and that’s all you can say?”
“Chill, Lambert,” Monte rolled his eyes. “You’re the one who said rock and roll needs to be tarted up.”
“But this is Kris!” Adam was practically shrieking now. “Kris Allen! Kristopher Neil Allen!”
“You called, Adam?” an overly familiar Southern drawl interrupted his nonsensical tirade.
Kris was right in front of him, stupid puppy eyes shining a little too brightly and perfectly kissable lips looking way more endearing than usual. He and Tommy were both smiling a little too sweetly at Adam, making him feel like shark bait in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
“Yo, Adam,” Tommy leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “Yo, Monte. What’s kickin’?”
“Seriously, Krommy?”Adam sputtered. “I don’t know if I’m going to ejaculate watching you compare toothpaste brands in the middle of my living room or die of blue balls because I’m not getting any.”
“Hey, you told me to experiment,” Kris cocked his head, the shark-like-at least, that was what that fucking smile looked like to Adam-grin never leaving his face. “I ran into Tommy here at 7-Eleven, and he told me he was on his way to your place because you were having a party for your new kitten.”
“Seriously, Lambert,” Tommy smirked. “Getting a pet that looks too much like the love of your life is the most unsubtle thing I’ve ever heard of. You’re obviously pining.”
“Oh, give it a rest, Tommy,” Kris said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “He doesn’t love me; he said so himself. I think I told you the story way too many times already.”
“The bottle should have hit his head,” Tommy said agreeably, licking a long stripe up Kris’ cheek. “But I love you; that totally counts, right?”
“It totally does,” Kris beamed at him, moving in for what seemed like another kiss.
Adam could only stare. He was fucking furious, thank you very much. Kris and Tommy were going at it again three inches away from him, and Monte had gone off somewhere, leaving him to suffer alone.
He was this close to dangling someone-preferably Kris or Tommy-from his balcony railing right now.
“I can tell why you kiss him all the time, Lambert,” Kris snickered, pulling away from Tommy to stick his tongue out at Adam. “His lip gloss does taste freaking good.”
“And for your information, Kris is totally into tongue diving,” Tommy drawled. “I think you’re just about ready to murder me right now because I beat you to it.”
Adam was seething. He had two pretty twinks in front of him; wrapped around each other like peas in a pod, tongues darting into each other’s mouth from time to time and throwing his own words back at him like the fuckers that they were. Seriously, it was like watching octopus sex or something.
He had never felt more turned on in his life.
“Bedroom. Now.”
He yanked Krommy-it was seriously easier to think of them as a singular noun when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other-back into his apartment, thankful that everyone else would be too drunk or too in love with Krispy to give a fuck about whatever he was doing right now. The fact that this grand gesture had wiped the fucking smiles off their pretty faces gave him an even bigger erection.
No one was allowed to leave Adam Mitchel Lambert with blue balls-not even Krommy.
He slammed the bedroom door behind him, making a show of turning the lock to let the twin bitches know he meant business.
“Do you little shits know what I’m about to make you do?” he murmured, circling them like a warden about to sentence his prisoners. “I want you two to get on my bed and put on a show like the sluts you are. Me? I’m going to watch you. I’m going to sit here, stroke my cock and come on you when I’m done.”
“Fuck, yes,” Kris moaned, his pupils blown and dark with need.
He sauntered over to the large bed and pulled Tommy down with him, sighing happily as the blond tilted his chin up for another kiss. Adam was amazed at how pretty they looked; at how beautiful Kris looked while being pleasured by a man. The boy was made for taking cock; someone this beautiful and this slutty would never find fulfillment bedding a woman.
“We have a present for you, baby boy,” Tommy said softly, his eyes glittering with mischief. “Kris and I just don’t feel like losing tonight; I’m sure you’re going to welcome the added extra.”
Before Adam could get another word in edgewise, Tommy’s hands flew to the front of Kris’ plaid shirt and ripped it open, baring the Southern beauty’s bare perfect chest. Adam groaned as he watched Tommy skim the planes of Kris’ chest like he would play his favorite guitar, fondling and pinching at Kris’ nipples with his long, elegant fingers.
“I’m willing to bet half my life savings that you’d trade lives with me in a heartbeat,” Tommy said teasingly, ducking his head to lick at a nipple. “But guess what? You’re not me, Lambert. You’re not the one burning Kris from the inside out.”
Adam gritted his teeth. He was going to kill the little motherfucker.
Tommy went lower, skillfully undoing the fly of Kris’ pants and pushing it down his thighs, motioning for the former American Idol to kick off his shoes. They seemed intent on getting things done fast-or hastening Adam’s death by twink porn, rather-as Kris was squirming out of his underwear, granting Adam his first view of that perfect, beautiful cock.
“Touch yourself, pretty,” Tommy whispered. “Show Adam how much you want him.”
“I’m not such a good boy, you know?” Kris said softly, sitting up so that he was facing Adam. “Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew I was missing out on a lot. You made me want things that never even crossed my mind while I was growing up. All of a sudden, my dreams were filled with you; just the thought of opening my legs for you got me so fucking hot. Sometimes, I’d jerk myself off in the shower, imagining your hand on my cock. Sometimes, I’d lie on my bed and work myself open with my own fingers, imagining they were yours. I want you to reinvent me, Adam. I want your hands on me so bad right now.”
Adam bit back a moan, hastening to undo his jeans and take his leaking cock into his hand. Tommy had moved behind Kris, fusing their lips together in another searing kiss as his hand curled around Kris’ cock, jerking it languidly. It was thrilling to know that he had been the object of Kris’ fantasies; it was thrilling to know that Kris could only come when he was visualizing Adam doing things to him.
“Just look at you two,” Tommy purred, leaving Kris’ side to perch on Adam’s lap. “Since I love you two so much, I’m going to give you each a little gift.”
He pressed his lips to Adam’s, coaxing the singer’s mouth open and easing his tongue in for a quick, open-mouthed French kiss.
“A little taste of Kris from me to you,” he said sweetly, moving back to join Kris on the bed.
Adam could only watch as Tommy knelt between Kris’ spread legs. What was probably supposed to be a blowjob quickly took a new course of action, though, as Tommy lapped hungrily at Kris’ hole before sticking his tongue in, eliciting a gasp from the Southern boy.
“Oh god, Tommy…” Kris moaned. “That feels so fucking good. Take me deeper, come on…”
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Adam gasped, fisting his own cock, jerking it roughly in desperation. “You two have no idea how amazing you look right now. And Kris…you are so perfect, baby. Think of me; imagine me doing that to you. Imagine me opening you up with my tongue and getting you ready for my cock.”
“Yessssss!” Kris threw his head back, thrusting shamelessly into Tommy’s mouth. “Oh god, Adam…I want more. I can’t get enough of you; I could never get enough of you…”
Adam squeezed his eyes shut, trying to regain even just a bit of his composure. When had the tables turned on him? He had dragged Kris and Tommy in here to entertain him, but the annoyingly clever duo had somehow turned his own scheme against him. He couldn’t even remember why he had been so angry in the first place; all he wanted to do now was stick his cock into Kris and fuck that perfect ass eight ways to Saturday.
And love him. Love him the way he deserved to be loved.
“Adam,” he heard Kris whisper. “Love you. Love you so much.”
“Come here, baby…” he managed to choke out, his voice hoarse. “Tommy, please…I’m not going to hurt him anymore. I’m so sorry, so fucking sorry…love you, Kris. I love you so much, baby.”
“You heard him, Kristopher,” Tommy pressed a chaste kiss to Kris’s lips. “Go.”
Kris got to his feet and practically flew into Adam’s arms, which tightened around him and held him close in a possessive, loving grip.
“…Tommy,” the singer lifted his gaze to meet his friend’s. “Thank you.”
“Take good care of each other,” Tommy pressed kisses to each of their foreheads. “Love like yours is a fucking chore to find.”
“You’re my angel, Tommy,” Kris sighed happily. “If you ever want to…you know, I think Adam and I will be pretty open to that.”
“Sounds inviting,” Tommy smirked. “I’ll pass for now; you two need to get reacquainted. I’m going to head on out to make sure nobody threw Krispy over the balcony or something.”
Adam laughed loudly and ran a loving hand over Kris’ naked back. Tommy was definitely getting something amazing for Christmas this year. Maybe a pony. Or a Beverly Hills mansion. Or maybe even world peace.
“What’s on your mind, love?” Kris asked, sitting up to wrap his arms around Adam’s shoulders. “I can practically hear the unicorns tap dancing in your head.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Adam smirked.
He scooped Kris up into his arms and deposited him unceremoniously on the bed. Yes, he was definitely a bit of an idiot. His flawless-okay, maybe not-plot for revenge had fallen short, and he’d ended up as the fly in the spider web in the end.
Still, his idiocy had gotten him his boyfriend. He wouldn’t have things any other way.