Books, Glitter, and Hearts of Foam 3/?
Title: Books, Glitter and Hearts of Foam 3/?
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The boys set up a date, Kris is a big mess of nerves about it.
Warnings: Explicit fantasies, M/M sexy times, cussing.
Notes: And Kris is back to stuttery and flaily. He’ll get over it eventually when he’s not idolizing ‘Adam Lambert; Sex God’ so much and realizes, oh yeah, he’s just like the rest of us.
Kris was freaking out.
He was happy, yes, he’d finally been able to have a semi conversation - of some kind, at least - with Barista boy - Adam, Kris’ mind in Katy’s voice supplied, his name is Adam. But, he was now sitting in Bari-Adam’s lap, his hair being tugged at - that felt a lot better than he’d ever think it would - and Adam’s bright blue eyes slowly melting into a darker color, his lids dropping into an obviously sexual leer.
You want this, you want this, you want this. He inhaled deeply and opened his mouth to speak but Adam just held up a hand, his leer softening into a friendly smile. “It’s fine.” He licked his lips, shifting Kris back on his lap a bit so the - huge feeling - bulge wasn’t pressing against Kris’ thigh anymore. “Whenever you’re ready is fine for me.” Kris pouted - because dammit, he was ready and he wants this, he’s just nervous. Adam chuckled and leaned forward, pulling Kris’ head toward him and - whoa, okay, this is good.
Kris’ eyes fluttered shut as Adam’s warm and soft lips pressed against his. The raging butterflies in his stomach calmed, settling just to be petted by the man twirling his fingers in Kris’ hair, the smooth pads massaging his scalp. Kris groaned, feeling Adam’s tongue against his lips, like flames licking against his skin that now set those butterflies aflame and they caressed through his entire body, heating every inch of his skin.
“Nng…” Kris shuddered as Adam pulled away, looking up at him with eyes so dark they seemed black. He heard Adam giggle then press a short peck to his lips against before leaning back into his seat, and Kris shifted uncomfortably as he felt the wheel pressing against his back, then jumped as he hit the horn. “Fuck!”
Adam burst into laughter, pulling Kris back toward him a little. Kris heard him mutter something that sounded like ‘Fuckin’ cute.’ then coil his hands lightly around Kris’ waist. “What are you doing this Friday?”
Kris swallowed, hoping his eyes didn’t look too wide. “I-I’m off that day…” Adam looked up at him expectantly and Kris blushed. “I w-was just going to, um, nothing?”
Adam chuckled and nodded. “Kay.” He beamed up at Kris, and Kris’ heart did that beat-so-hard-it’s-gonna-pop-out-and-parade-around thing. “Then how about The Crow’s Nest around eight thirty?”
Kris blinked a few times, trying to figure out why Adam wanted to go to some bird’s nest - Did he volunteer in a vet or something? That’s sweet! - until he realized, oh, date. Sexy, mouth-watering, beauty-from-another-planet Adam just asked Kris, tiny-and-awkward, Allen on a date.
He grinned widely, then pulled back the reins frantically so he didn’t seem crazy and nodded. “Yeah, kay, we’ll go to a nest and thirty eight.”
Kris realized, crap, that made absolutely no sense, and he was about to open his mouth to apologize or something when Adam burst into another fit of giggles. “So cute.” He muttered, then pressed a kiss to Kris’ cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kris nodded dazedly, then reached for the door handle, he paused for a moment then looked down at the leather jacket around his shoulders. “Um…”
Just as his hands were pulling on the material Adam stopped him, smiling. “I can survive one last day without it.” He held up a hand as Kris opened his mouth to argue. “Just give it back tomorrow.”
Kris nodded then opened the door and stepped out into the sprinkle of rain. He flushed as Adam leaned out one last time and pressed his softer-than-soft lips to Kris’ cheek. Kris smiled - probably way too wide and in a sort of creeper way - then moved to his truck.
Kris came upon a problem when he got home. Specifically, his clothes.
Adam was obviously rather glamorous, and Kris imagined him liking men rather glamorous, too.
Kris wasn’t. He was a tiny very plaid man, the nicest clothes he had were his black ‘work’ jeans and a white button-up that his mom had bought him ages ago. He groaned and grabbed his phone, not caring about the time, and called Katy.
“Kris?” Katy sounded a little out of breath when she picked up, but Kris was freaking out too much to find any kind of problem with that. “What is it?”
“I have a date with Adam and I don’t know what to wear and, oh hell, Katy what the hell do I do?”
There was a silence for a while then he heard some whispering on the line and Katy came back. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, and you buy me a venti tomorrow morning.” Then she hung up.
Kris closed his phone and stared at his closet for a bit longer. Before he knew it there was a insistent knocking on his door, and he moved away to open the door to find Katy and a tall, tired looking guy that he sometimes saw working at the café with Adam. She moved past him, dragging tired-tall guy in with her. “You aren’t freaking out about this. You shouldn’t be freaking out.” She said, Kris following her into his bed room and blinked as he saw she started yanking various plaid shirts out and his worst jeans and forming a pile in the corner of his already dirty room. “You’ve wanted this for a while and you know he likes you, too, so you shouldn’t freak out.”
Kris frowned, watching another shirt fall to the pile. “I have no idea what to do, Katy.” He wrung his hands nervously, leaning back against the wall.
She shook her head. “I don’t think Barista Boy’s the kind to put out on the first date.” She paused for a moment then looked to Kris. “Just in case you could always watch porn.”
Kris groaned, face flooding with heat. “Fuck! Katy, no, I-”
Tired-tall guy shrugged his shoulders. “She has a point, man. You can at least know how it’s supposed to look.”
Kris whined and hid his face with his hands. “Katy, why-”
“His name’s Cale he’s…” She paused and looked to him. “Back-up. He works with Adam so he has needed information.”
“I barely know him-”
Katy glared. “You work with him, and since we… know each other a bit better you work for us to give us info.”
Kris looked between the two of us, then noticed Katy’s blushing cheeks and his mouth popped open. “You brought the guy you just had sex with to help me with this?!” He looked at her. “Seriously?”
She huffed. “I couldn’t exactly keep him alone in my apartment.” She sighed and peeked back into the closet. “You need new clothes, I can take you tomorrow to get something.”
Kris pouted then sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Maybe I should just tell him I can’t do it.”
“No!” He jumped as they both yelled, then Katy walked up to him, prodding him in the chest. “You’ve been pinning over this guy for months, now that you have him you can’t let it go just because you’re freaking out.”
“And ever since that first time you came in he has stopped complaining about everything, please, I can’t go through that again.” Katy rolled her eyes and elbowed Cale in the ribs then he huffed. “You make him happy, I don’t think he’ll care either way if you fuck up or not.” He muttered mechanically.
Kris looked between the two of them then sighed. “Fine, just…” He shook his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow Katy.”
She smiled then and grabbed Cale by the wrist, then, before walking out fully, looked at him sternly. “Stop freaking out.” Then walked out with the apartment door clicking after her.
Kris groaned and shuffled back to his bed room, leaving the pile of clothes on the floor and collapsing on the bed. “I’m screwed.”
Apparently, Kris was okay. Katy had searched for the perfect outfit - that didn’t make him look pint-sized and somewhat of a match for Adam - and he’d found the café easily enough. He had a brief moment of panic when eight thirty came around and Adam wasn’t immediately there, but seconds later the door opened to reveal the sexiest man Kris had laid eyes on.
Adam was dressed head to toe in black, with leather pants, studs, a thin, glittery shirt, and peacock feathers dangling from his right ear. Kris swallowed as Adam slipped into the booth across from him, and it was small enough that their knees connected under the table. “Hey.” Adam said, smiling brightly. Bright blue eyes looked over him and the smile turned into a smirk. “You look great.” Kris shuddered at the heavy insinuation in those words.
Kris was pretty sure it was the intake of caffeine combined with Katy’s extensive pep talk before, but he didn’t hesitate at all when his hand reached under the table to Adam’s thigh, fingers squeezing just above the knee, he smiled. “You do, too.”
Adam’s eyes widened at that, then narrowed very much like a cats, and Kris had the feeling that he had just a few more moments to pull his hand away and laugh or run off or something before Adam leaped across the table and ravaged him. But he didn’t, instead he just trailed his fingers a little further up, feeling the muscles beneath his fingers tense and hearing the leather creak just a little.
Then Adam grabbed Kris’ hand and stood up out of the booth, and Kris had a quick second of oh-shit-I-went-too-far-he’s-leaving, before Adam forced Kris to move over and settled in next to him. Then he took Kris’ hand again, and - holy fuck.
Kris swallowed around the lump in his throat as his hand fell over something thick and long and obviously straining against Adam’s pants then looked up to meet lust darkened eyes a few seconds before lips moved over his. Adam’s tongue pushed against his lips, and Kris - with a whimper he would say was rather manly - opened for him almost immediately.
They sat there, making out for the longest time, not caring about anyone else in the café, and after a while Kris realized his hand was still resting over Adam. With the little courage he still had he applied a bit more pressure and started rubbing.
Apparently it was the right thing to do, because then Adam was lifting him up and they were back out in the cold and seconds later he realized - oh - they were in the back seat of Adam’s car.
He panted as one of Adam’s hands worked at the snap on his jeans, while the other held him above Kris’ body in the compact space. He inhaled sharply as the cool air hit the heated skin of his cock, then choked as Adam’s hand wrapped around it. Just when he was thinking about how fantastic it was and nothing else could be better, he felt Adam loosen his grip and a hard, hot shaft moved up along his, and when Adam’s hand closed around both of their lengths and started pumping his brain just died right there from pleasure.
“Oh-unf-f-fuck. A-Adam…” The series of moans falling from his lips just seemed to spur Adam on, and Kris was going to cum in about two seconds if Adam kept up with this. And then Adam leaned down, his breath swirling over Kris’ skin, then muttered in a voice that just dripped with sex an order to give up what Kris was trying to hold back so desperately for a semi-respectable stamina.
“F-fuck! Adam!”
Kris opened his eyes a blinked to the streams of light flooding in through the window of his apartment, the pile of clothes still laying on the floor in the corner, and no Adam. He groaned as he realized it was a dream, and even more when he realized - fuck - he was sticky and he’d slept in his work clothes. “Fuck my life.” He grumbled before peeling off the jeans and boxers and padding off in the direction of the bathroom. He threw his clothes into the washer before jumping into the shower.
Kris thought over the dream while the warm water trickled over his neck and shoulders. God, he wanted Adam so badly… but he probably would never be as gutsy as he was in the dream. He’d stutter and flail and tremble and just be overall unappealing.
Kris slammed his head against the tiles, letting out a groan. He was never going to survive this.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The boys set up a date, Kris is a big mess of nerves about it.
Warnings: Explicit fantasies, M/M sexy times, cussing.
Notes: And Kris is back to stuttery and flaily. He’ll get over it eventually when he’s not idolizing ‘Adam Lambert; Sex God’ so much and realizes, oh yeah, he’s just like the rest of us.
Kris was freaking out.
He was happy, yes, he’d finally been able to have a semi conversation - of some kind, at least - with Barista boy - Adam, Kris’ mind in Katy’s voice supplied, his name is Adam. But, he was now sitting in Bari-Adam’s lap, his hair being tugged at - that felt a lot better than he’d ever think it would - and Adam’s bright blue eyes slowly melting into a darker color, his lids dropping into an obviously sexual leer.
You want this, you want this, you want this. He inhaled deeply and opened his mouth to speak but Adam just held up a hand, his leer softening into a friendly smile. “It’s fine.” He licked his lips, shifting Kris back on his lap a bit so the - huge feeling - bulge wasn’t pressing against Kris’ thigh anymore. “Whenever you’re ready is fine for me.” Kris pouted - because dammit, he was ready and he wants this, he’s just nervous. Adam chuckled and leaned forward, pulling Kris’ head toward him and - whoa, okay, this is good.
Kris’ eyes fluttered shut as Adam’s warm and soft lips pressed against his. The raging butterflies in his stomach calmed, settling just to be petted by the man twirling his fingers in Kris’ hair, the smooth pads massaging his scalp. Kris groaned, feeling Adam’s tongue against his lips, like flames licking against his skin that now set those butterflies aflame and they caressed through his entire body, heating every inch of his skin.
“Nng…” Kris shuddered as Adam pulled away, looking up at him with eyes so dark they seemed black. He heard Adam giggle then press a short peck to his lips against before leaning back into his seat, and Kris shifted uncomfortably as he felt the wheel pressing against his back, then jumped as he hit the horn. “Fuck!”
Adam burst into laughter, pulling Kris back toward him a little. Kris heard him mutter something that sounded like ‘Fuckin’ cute.’ then coil his hands lightly around Kris’ waist. “What are you doing this Friday?”
Kris swallowed, hoping his eyes didn’t look too wide. “I-I’m off that day…” Adam looked up at him expectantly and Kris blushed. “I w-was just going to, um, nothing?”
Adam chuckled and nodded. “Kay.” He beamed up at Kris, and Kris’ heart did that beat-so-hard-it’s-gonna-pop-out-and-parade-around thing. “Then how about The Crow’s Nest around eight thirty?”
Kris blinked a few times, trying to figure out why Adam wanted to go to some bird’s nest - Did he volunteer in a vet or something? That’s sweet! - until he realized, oh, date. Sexy, mouth-watering, beauty-from-another-planet Adam just asked Kris, tiny-and-awkward, Allen on a date.
He grinned widely, then pulled back the reins frantically so he didn’t seem crazy and nodded. “Yeah, kay, we’ll go to a nest and thirty eight.”
Kris realized, crap, that made absolutely no sense, and he was about to open his mouth to apologize or something when Adam burst into another fit of giggles. “So cute.” He muttered, then pressed a kiss to Kris’ cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kris nodded dazedly, then reached for the door handle, he paused for a moment then looked down at the leather jacket around his shoulders. “Um…”
Just as his hands were pulling on the material Adam stopped him, smiling. “I can survive one last day without it.” He held up a hand as Kris opened his mouth to argue. “Just give it back tomorrow.”
Kris nodded then opened the door and stepped out into the sprinkle of rain. He flushed as Adam leaned out one last time and pressed his softer-than-soft lips to Kris’ cheek. Kris smiled - probably way too wide and in a sort of creeper way - then moved to his truck.
Kris came upon a problem when he got home. Specifically, his clothes.
Adam was obviously rather glamorous, and Kris imagined him liking men rather glamorous, too.
Kris wasn’t. He was a tiny very plaid man, the nicest clothes he had were his black ‘work’ jeans and a white button-up that his mom had bought him ages ago. He groaned and grabbed his phone, not caring about the time, and called Katy.
“Kris?” Katy sounded a little out of breath when she picked up, but Kris was freaking out too much to find any kind of problem with that. “What is it?”
“I have a date with Adam and I don’t know what to wear and, oh hell, Katy what the hell do I do?”
There was a silence for a while then he heard some whispering on the line and Katy came back. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, and you buy me a venti tomorrow morning.” Then she hung up.
Kris closed his phone and stared at his closet for a bit longer. Before he knew it there was a insistent knocking on his door, and he moved away to open the door to find Katy and a tall, tired looking guy that he sometimes saw working at the café with Adam. She moved past him, dragging tired-tall guy in with her. “You aren’t freaking out about this. You shouldn’t be freaking out.” She said, Kris following her into his bed room and blinked as he saw she started yanking various plaid shirts out and his worst jeans and forming a pile in the corner of his already dirty room. “You’ve wanted this for a while and you know he likes you, too, so you shouldn’t freak out.”
Kris frowned, watching another shirt fall to the pile. “I have no idea what to do, Katy.” He wrung his hands nervously, leaning back against the wall.
She shook her head. “I don’t think Barista Boy’s the kind to put out on the first date.” She paused for a moment then looked to Kris. “Just in case you could always watch porn.”
Kris groaned, face flooding with heat. “Fuck! Katy, no, I-”
Tired-tall guy shrugged his shoulders. “She has a point, man. You can at least know how it’s supposed to look.”
Kris whined and hid his face with his hands. “Katy, why-”
“His name’s Cale he’s…” She paused and looked to him. “Back-up. He works with Adam so he has needed information.”
“I barely know him-”
Katy glared. “You work with him, and since we… know each other a bit better you work for us to give us info.”
Kris looked between the two of us, then noticed Katy’s blushing cheeks and his mouth popped open. “You brought the guy you just had sex with to help me with this?!” He looked at her. “Seriously?”
She huffed. “I couldn’t exactly keep him alone in my apartment.” She sighed and peeked back into the closet. “You need new clothes, I can take you tomorrow to get something.”
Kris pouted then sighed and leaned back against the wall. “Maybe I should just tell him I can’t do it.”
“No!” He jumped as they both yelled, then Katy walked up to him, prodding him in the chest. “You’ve been pinning over this guy for months, now that you have him you can’t let it go just because you’re freaking out.”
“And ever since that first time you came in he has stopped complaining about everything, please, I can’t go through that again.” Katy rolled her eyes and elbowed Cale in the ribs then he huffed. “You make him happy, I don’t think he’ll care either way if you fuck up or not.” He muttered mechanically.
Kris looked between the two of them then sighed. “Fine, just…” He shook his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow Katy.”
She smiled then and grabbed Cale by the wrist, then, before walking out fully, looked at him sternly. “Stop freaking out.” Then walked out with the apartment door clicking after her.
Kris groaned and shuffled back to his bed room, leaving the pile of clothes on the floor and collapsing on the bed. “I’m screwed.”
Apparently, Kris was okay. Katy had searched for the perfect outfit - that didn’t make him look pint-sized and somewhat of a match for Adam - and he’d found the café easily enough. He had a brief moment of panic when eight thirty came around and Adam wasn’t immediately there, but seconds later the door opened to reveal the sexiest man Kris had laid eyes on.
Adam was dressed head to toe in black, with leather pants, studs, a thin, glittery shirt, and peacock feathers dangling from his right ear. Kris swallowed as Adam slipped into the booth across from him, and it was small enough that their knees connected under the table. “Hey.” Adam said, smiling brightly. Bright blue eyes looked over him and the smile turned into a smirk. “You look great.” Kris shuddered at the heavy insinuation in those words.
Kris was pretty sure it was the intake of caffeine combined with Katy’s extensive pep talk before, but he didn’t hesitate at all when his hand reached under the table to Adam’s thigh, fingers squeezing just above the knee, he smiled. “You do, too.”
Adam’s eyes widened at that, then narrowed very much like a cats, and Kris had the feeling that he had just a few more moments to pull his hand away and laugh or run off or something before Adam leaped across the table and ravaged him. But he didn’t, instead he just trailed his fingers a little further up, feeling the muscles beneath his fingers tense and hearing the leather creak just a little.
Then Adam grabbed Kris’ hand and stood up out of the booth, and Kris had a quick second of oh-shit-I-went-too-far-he’s-leaving, before Adam forced Kris to move over and settled in next to him. Then he took Kris’ hand again, and - holy fuck.
Kris swallowed around the lump in his throat as his hand fell over something thick and long and obviously straining against Adam’s pants then looked up to meet lust darkened eyes a few seconds before lips moved over his. Adam’s tongue pushed against his lips, and Kris - with a whimper he would say was rather manly - opened for him almost immediately.
They sat there, making out for the longest time, not caring about anyone else in the café, and after a while Kris realized his hand was still resting over Adam. With the little courage he still had he applied a bit more pressure and started rubbing.
Apparently it was the right thing to do, because then Adam was lifting him up and they were back out in the cold and seconds later he realized - oh - they were in the back seat of Adam’s car.
He panted as one of Adam’s hands worked at the snap on his jeans, while the other held him above Kris’ body in the compact space. He inhaled sharply as the cool air hit the heated skin of his cock, then choked as Adam’s hand wrapped around it. Just when he was thinking about how fantastic it was and nothing else could be better, he felt Adam loosen his grip and a hard, hot shaft moved up along his, and when Adam’s hand closed around both of their lengths and started pumping his brain just died right there from pleasure.
“Oh-unf-f-fuck. A-Adam…” The series of moans falling from his lips just seemed to spur Adam on, and Kris was going to cum in about two seconds if Adam kept up with this. And then Adam leaned down, his breath swirling over Kris’ skin, then muttered in a voice that just dripped with sex an order to give up what Kris was trying to hold back so desperately for a semi-respectable stamina.
“F-fuck! Adam!”
Kris opened his eyes a blinked to the streams of light flooding in through the window of his apartment, the pile of clothes still laying on the floor in the corner, and no Adam. He groaned as he realized it was a dream, and even more when he realized - fuck - he was sticky and he’d slept in his work clothes. “Fuck my life.” He grumbled before peeling off the jeans and boxers and padding off in the direction of the bathroom. He threw his clothes into the washer before jumping into the shower.
Kris thought over the dream while the warm water trickled over his neck and shoulders. God, he wanted Adam so badly… but he probably would never be as gutsy as he was in the dream. He’d stutter and flail and tremble and just be overall unappealing.
Kris slammed his head against the tiles, letting out a groan. He was never going to survive this.