Fic: Computer (or The Video) (1/1)
Title: Computer (or The Video)
Word Count: 797 (Longest I've written so far, which is sad.)
Rating: NC-17
Beta: sanityisnofun. Yeah I'm my own beta, so what?
Warnings: Um. None? Bitter!Katy? Male/male sex? Kradam? I don't even know.
DISCLAIMER: IT'S ALL FICTION.
Notes: It doesn't have a summary because I can't choose a quote. It's all very bitter. I don't even know what the hell this is. Please excuse grammatical errors, spelling errors, etc. I originally started writing this at 4:30am. Finished it at 11:15pm two days later. *cheers*
/slow writer
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I hadn't even known that they'd made a sex tape, y'know? You can just imagine my surprise when I stumble upon the video marked "Video" (how original) on his computer. And no, I wasn't snooping, mine crashed and his was my only option. The video was right. there. on the screen. He obviously never expected anyone else (except maybe Adam) to go on his laptop.
It had started out pretty...normal? You open the video and come face to face with Kris Allen doing his makeup. No, I don't mean Adam Lambert. I mean Kris Allen. He was putting eyeliner on. Yes, Kristopher Neil Allen putting on eyeliner. I don't even know either.
"Adam, put the camera down," he says, not looking away from the mirror.
"Hell no, this is a moment that must be preserved forever," Adam says, laughing.
"You've seen me put eyeliner on tons of times, put it away," Kris says irritably, turning to Adam and putting his hands on his hips, looking rather feminine (that isn't an insult) with his shaggy hair that he could now put in a short ponytail (he hasn't cut it for a couple months for reasons beyond my knowledge, although he did pull off the long-hair look), rather blouse-y crimson shirt and tight girl jeans. And did I mention makeup?
It's obvious they're going somewhere. A club, maybe? Nowhere they would be missed if they just so happened to fuck instead of going anywhere.
"Yeah, but you're going out in public and you look hot doing your makeup," Adam says.
"Oh stop, you're making me blush," Kris says, smirking slightly.
Here's where it starts to get dirty.
"Hmm. No, if I was telling you all the things I wanted to do to you, you would be blushing," Adam growls.
"Well put the camera down and you can act all of them out," Kris says quietly, seductively. It was strange hearing him use that tone, be so confident and sexy. He was never this confident with me. Maybe it was because I didn't make him feel sexy. The thought saddens me a bit.
"Really? You want me to drop to my knees and suck your cock until you're screaming, begging for me to finger you, fuck you? Or would you rather cum down my throat, filling my little mouth with your seed?"
At this point you should be a little shocked. Or maybe that's just me. Kris and I are separated, still living in the same house. I know that he's going to file for a divorce, it's clear to both of us. I just didn't know that he was having a relationship with another man, let alone his best friend, his...his...Adam.
Kris reddens a little. He palms himself through the tight jeans. It's clear he's hard.
"Or maybe you want to fuck me? Hmm?"
Kris is leaning against the counter now, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth wide open, palming himself roughly. Adam sets down the camera, seemingly forgetting to turn it off. He walks over to Kris and sucks on a spot on his neck, one hand snaking down to undo Kris' pants. He shoves his hand inside them and pulls Kris' cock out, stroking it slowly, teasingly.
They're both breathing heavily, hard and wanting. At that moment I wonder how many times Kris had masturbated to this. Certainly more times he's masturbated thinking about me, if he's done that at all.
I'm zoned out, staring at the computer screen, watching but at the same time not watching what is going on. Kris has been sat on the counter, his legs around Adam's waist, Adam's hands on Kris' ass. They're grinding their cocks together, moaning, probably each seconds from coming.
I take a look at Kris' shoes. They're something of a cross between Kris and Adam. They're glittery plaid, most likely bought as a joke. They don't go with his outfit at all.
Kris is making sounds I'd never heard him make before. Then again, he's usually silent during sex, save for a grunt or two. Sex for us was just something that happened. It was never "Oh my God I want you so much", "I need you inside me", "I need to be inside you" sex. Just sex. Something married couples did.
Clearly, it's different for..."Kradam". Clearly they have that kind of sex. The "Oh my God I want you so much" sex. I resent Adam for being able to make Kris want him so much.
Kris comes first, moaning his orgasm into Adam's neck. Adam comes seconds later, rhythm stuttering, then stopping all together.
They laugh. Kris hops off the counter. He notices the camera, making a face. He walks over and turns it off.
Guess I shouldn't go on Kris' computer.
Word Count: 797 (Longest I've written so far, which is sad.)
Rating: NC-17
Beta: sanityisnofun. Yeah I'm my own beta, so what?
Warnings: Um. None? Bitter!Katy? Male/male sex? Kradam? I don't even know.
DISCLAIMER: IT'S ALL FICTION.
Notes: It doesn't have a summary because I can't choose a quote. It's all very bitter. I don't even know what the hell this is. Please excuse grammatical errors, spelling errors, etc. I originally started writing this at 4:30am. Finished it at 11:15pm two days later. *cheers*
/slow writer
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I hadn't even known that they'd made a sex tape, y'know? You can just imagine my surprise when I stumble upon the video marked "Video" (how original) on his computer. And no, I wasn't snooping, mine crashed and his was my only option. The video was right. there. on the screen. He obviously never expected anyone else (except maybe Adam) to go on his laptop.
It had started out pretty...normal? You open the video and come face to face with Kris Allen doing his makeup. No, I don't mean Adam Lambert. I mean Kris Allen. He was putting eyeliner on. Yes, Kristopher Neil Allen putting on eyeliner. I don't even know either.
"Adam, put the camera down," he says, not looking away from the mirror.
"Hell no, this is a moment that must be preserved forever," Adam says, laughing.
"You've seen me put eyeliner on tons of times, put it away," Kris says irritably, turning to Adam and putting his hands on his hips, looking rather feminine (that isn't an insult) with his shaggy hair that he could now put in a short ponytail (he hasn't cut it for a couple months for reasons beyond my knowledge, although he did pull off the long-hair look), rather blouse-y crimson shirt and tight girl jeans. And did I mention makeup?
It's obvious they're going somewhere. A club, maybe? Nowhere they would be missed if they just so happened to fuck instead of going anywhere.
"Yeah, but you're going out in public and you look hot doing your makeup," Adam says.
"Oh stop, you're making me blush," Kris says, smirking slightly.
Here's where it starts to get dirty.
"Hmm. No, if I was telling you all the things I wanted to do to you, you would be blushing," Adam growls.
"Well put the camera down and you can act all of them out," Kris says quietly, seductively. It was strange hearing him use that tone, be so confident and sexy. He was never this confident with me. Maybe it was because I didn't make him feel sexy. The thought saddens me a bit.
"Really? You want me to drop to my knees and suck your cock until you're screaming, begging for me to finger you, fuck you? Or would you rather cum down my throat, filling my little mouth with your seed?"
At this point you should be a little shocked. Or maybe that's just me. Kris and I are separated, still living in the same house. I know that he's going to file for a divorce, it's clear to both of us. I just didn't know that he was having a relationship with another man, let alone his best friend, his...his...Adam.
Kris reddens a little. He palms himself through the tight jeans. It's clear he's hard.
"Or maybe you want to fuck me? Hmm?"
Kris is leaning against the counter now, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth wide open, palming himself roughly. Adam sets down the camera, seemingly forgetting to turn it off. He walks over to Kris and sucks on a spot on his neck, one hand snaking down to undo Kris' pants. He shoves his hand inside them and pulls Kris' cock out, stroking it slowly, teasingly.
They're both breathing heavily, hard and wanting. At that moment I wonder how many times Kris had masturbated to this. Certainly more times he's masturbated thinking about me, if he's done that at all.
I'm zoned out, staring at the computer screen, watching but at the same time not watching what is going on. Kris has been sat on the counter, his legs around Adam's waist, Adam's hands on Kris' ass. They're grinding their cocks together, moaning, probably each seconds from coming.
I take a look at Kris' shoes. They're something of a cross between Kris and Adam. They're glittery plaid, most likely bought as a joke. They don't go with his outfit at all.
Kris is making sounds I'd never heard him make before. Then again, he's usually silent during sex, save for a grunt or two. Sex for us was just something that happened. It was never "Oh my God I want you so much", "I need you inside me", "I need to be inside you" sex. Just sex. Something married couples did.
Clearly, it's different for..."Kradam". Clearly they have that kind of sex. The "Oh my God I want you so much" sex. I resent Adam for being able to make Kris want him so much.
Kris comes first, moaning his orgasm into Adam's neck. Adam comes seconds later, rhythm stuttering, then stopping all together.
They laugh. Kris hops off the counter. He notices the camera, making a face. He walks over and turns it off.
Guess I shouldn't go on Kris' computer.