DRABBLE MEME: BATCH 14
Chris Colfer* - song, nervous, lips by Anon
Adam doesn’t have anybody he particularly wants to put through the media wringer, so he decides to bring Brad as his plus-one to the GLAAD awards. He thinks its the best way to have a good time without worrying that his date will later endure any unwanted paparazzi attention like Drake.
Plus, Brad still gets a total kick out of the crazy celebrity clusterfuck that is his life nowadays, so Adam knew there was no way he would say no.
True to form, Brad has been keeping up a running commentary on every person they see. Adam’s also pretty sure Brad is taking notes for his next Cheeks video.
“Oh my god, it’s Kurt Hummel!” Brad says in what probably passed for a whisper in Brad’s world. He gets out his phone and takes a picture, presumably to text to Cassidy or tweet or probably both.
Adam looks over and sees the picture on Brad’s phone. He looks up at the matching figure in real life. Kurt’s a short, slender boy with the grace of a dancer and a pretty face to match.
Now Adam knows why Brad pointed Kurt out. It’s clearly just to torment Adam. “Fuck, is he even legal?”
“Barely. Besides, he’s all mine tonight. I’m going to get him to tell me all about the great, gay extravaganza of Glee and then I’m going to do a whole episode about it and it’s going to be amazing.” Brad’s phone buzzes and he starts typing into it furiously, a smug grin on his face.
Adam looks over at Kurt again. The boy sure is cute. “Bitch, don’t hog him. You know he’s my type.”
“Don’t I though.” Brad looks up at Adam from under his lashes, his lips pouty. Even though Adam knows Brad’s teasing, he’s still tempted. Intellectually, he knows he and Brad are different people now and that they don’t match as well anymore. Still, sometimes he thinks they might match in new ways.
And yes, that is definitely the hot tug of attraction coiling in his stomach. This is neither the place or time in their lives to explore old feelings, and they both know it.
Adam grabs a champagne flute off a passing waiter and downs it. Brad laughs. “Come on darling, I’ll get you an introduction. Let’s go.”
“You said his name was Kurt, right?” Adam says as they casually weave their way through the crowd.
“God, you are so pop culture retarded now that you are on tour all the time. No, Kurt is his character’s name on Glee. His name is Chris Colfer.”
Adam looks at Brad in disbelief. He really doesn’t need another cute, short, friendly Kris in his life, especially a straight one.
“He’s gay, right?”
Brad gives him a pitying look.
“Just checking.”
They stop in front of the Glee cast table. Up close, Adam recognizes their faces from some promos and clips that he’s seen. Chris is just as good-looking as Adam thought, with puffy pink lips and bright blue eyes, but he’s got the stance of somebody not yet comfortable with their body. It’s a little awkward but a lot cute, and Adam likes him already.
“Hey, Adam,” Lea says, getting up to kiss him on the cheek. Adam remembers her vaguely from the L.A. theater scene, but he greets her just as fondly. It’s always good to see deserving kids get success. Lea even greets Brad too. “You know everybody else?” When Adam says no, she launches into introductions.
“That’s Mark, and Cory, Jenna, Chris,” Lea goes on, listing a lot of names that Adam’s sure he won’t remember. His gaze stops at Chris. Chris meets his gaze steadily and with a flirty smile. “Guys, this is Adam Lambert, and his--Brad.”
“Oh, we’re not still--” Adam starts as Brad takes pity on him and abandons him to chase after Jane Lynch. “Yeah. He’s here as a friend.”
“So, you guys are all on Glee together?” Adam asks. They all nod. “It’s awesome that you all get along too.”
“Yeah, except when Lea goes all diva,” Chris jokes. Lea rolls her eyes at him.
The group chats for a while. Brad’s two tables away, flirting shamelessly with Jane Lynch’s fiance, so Adam doesn’t feel bad about kind of ditching him. Adam manages to situate himself next to Chris, aligning their sides just perfectly without leaning in, which would arouse suspicion. He keeps chatting loosely, even as he rests his hand lightly on his legs, fingers brushing Chris’ knee in a way that could be dismissed as casual.
The conversation goes on around them. “Fuck, those heels for the performance next week are going to be killer,” Amber says. “I’m glad we have a night off for this.”
Cory chimes in. “It’s nice to have a break.”
“You’re performing later, right?” Jenna asks Adam. “Chris is excited for that. He’s a big fan, did he tell you?”
Chris turns to look at Adam. Under the table, he starts stroking Adam’s thigh and sliding his hand down into the crease between his leg and his dick in a way that is decidedly not casual. Adam shifts his hips uncomfortably. Chris’ pink lips curve into a smile, his face innocent. “You’re an amazing singer. I really like that song by Gaga, Fever. What was it like working with her?”
“It was--fuck, amazing,” Adam says. Chris’ fingers curve over the bulge in his jeans.. “S-she was unbelievable.”
“I’m so jealous,” Lea says, impressed. She turns to Dianna. “Wouldn’t it be crazy if they had her do a cameo?”
“I would die,” Dianna says.
Chris rubs the heel of his hand over Adam’s cock through the rough fabric and Adam hisses sharply. When Lea looks over, he makes up an excuse quickly. “Just, um, stubbed my toe.”
Brad’s impeccable timing brings him to the table at just that moment. “Surviving without me?” He chirps. Adam nods and smiles weakly, but Brad isn’t fooled. His eyes trace Adam’s flushed face, Chris’ smug smile, and Chris’s concealed arm. “Apparently you’re doing pretty well.”
Adam just tries vainly to keep up his weak smile even as he resists the urge to shove his hips into Chris’ small hand. Chris keeps up the teasing motions, not going nearly fast enough for Adam to get any real friction.
“You know,” Brad begins. “Chris, we didn’t get to talk, but I was meaning to ask you a few questions. I know the show’s about to start now--” Fuck, Adam thinks, it is? Another night with the Glambulge prominent won’t make much difference, he suspects, but still. “But would you like to get together later?”
Chris’ hand disappears abruptly. “Later,” Chris promises, his eyes dancing. “I’ll definitely find you and Adam after the show, yeah?” An image flashes through Adam’s mind. Chris on his knees, pink lips wrapped around Adam’s dick, and Brad kissing his way down Chris’ pale back, sliding his cheeks apart and licking until Chris squirms--
Brad’s eyes are dark with lust. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Despite the slightly uncomfortable situation in his jeans, Adam’s evening is definitely looking up.
Gabe Saporta* - tequila, sweat, laughter by Anon
A Damn Good Night
“Lambert! Killer show, man, freaking awesome.” Gabe Saporta pats the seat next to him as Adam walks into Angels and Kings. Adam takes the seat gratefully. Gabe is probably the only person that Adam has met before in the room although he does see a bunch of music industry types that he vaguely recognizes.
Adam’s already buzzed--a little post-show celebration in the limo on the way over--and he’s ready to have a damn good night.
“You saw it? You should have come backstage!” Adam says. “Allison would have been excited to meet you, I think.”
Gabe laughs. “I stuck it out with the Glamberts, man. Bill here--” he jerks his thumb at a pretty guy that’s all hips and hipster hair sitting a few cushions down, “even got recognized a few times, but luckily you were busy being all awesome on stage and they got distracted.”
Gabe takes another sip from the large, iced drink in front of him and Adam can’t help but stare. This club is hot and he’s fucking thirsty. Gabe follows his gaze down. “Crap, where are my manners?”
The bartender brings over a tray of tequila-filled shot glasses with a salt shaker and a little bowl of limes. Without any warning, Gabe leans across Adam’s shoulder and licks a long and flat swipe down his collarbone.
He pulls back for a second and winks. “You don’t mind licking and sucking, do you?”
Adam can’t help but laugh, interested and a little turned on. “Go for it.” Gabe’s grin only broadens. Adam figures that sure, Gabe’s not his type, but he’s hot and funny and clearly down for a good time.
Gabe taps the salt shaker gently and sprinkles it over the wetness. He hands Adam a lime to hold and gets started. He gets all the salt in one broad lick and then downs the shot immediately. He dips his head down to Adam’s hand to suck at the lime, licking his way around Adam’s fingers in a dirty promise.
Impressed, Adam flips Gabe’s wrist over to do a salt lick of his own. He feathers his tongue over Gabe’s pulse point and feels it flutter under his touch. By the time he finishes his shot and finds the lime, Gabe has placed the fruit between his lips with an impish smile. It’s an invitation that Adam has no intention of refusing. He wraps his lips around the top of the fruit and sucks the juice with a tight seal, the fruit the only point of connection between their mouths.
When Adam’s done with the juice, he opens his lips wider and licks his way into Gabe’s mouth. Gabe responds eagerly, putting a hand around the back of Adam’s neck and pulling him closer. It’s sloppy, sweaty, and enthusiastic. Gabe’s still not Adam’s type or anything, but Adam definitely can appreciate the large erection pressing into his side.
“Damn,” a person nearby says, and Adam pulls back, wiping his lips with his hand. He hadn’t exactly forgotten they had an audience, but he’d been having too much fun to care. Adam had forgotten just how enjoyable random make-outs could be.
He looks over at Gabe, who punches the air. “Another round!”
Brad Bell* - tour, pulled, onstage by i_amthecosmos
Adam ran for the backstage area, laughing, with Brad behind him. "Oh fuck you, of course you think that's funny," Brad said. He couldn't stop smiling though. Adam closed the door of his dressing room behind them, his bodyguard standing just outside.
"Honey, it is funny. I pulled you onstage and kissed you in front of everyone. That should prove the rumors that we got back together are true, right?" Adam rummaged through a small wooden box and got his stash, lighting up a joint and handing it to Brad first.
Brad inhaled and held it a long moment before exhaling and giving it back. "But you kiss Tommy every chance you get onstage. And all I have to do is make a Twitter post claiming I'm actually in love with Taylor Lautner and it'll confuse enough of our fans to make it really entertaining."
Adam laughed while smoking, causing him to cough. Brad laughed at that too-Adam hadn't choked on a lungful of smoke in years. "Oh fuck you," He coughed again and took another hit. "They're going to go crazy anyway. You know, I hope most of them are happy for us."
"They'll be happy for you," Brad said, snuggling closer to Adam's still sweaty body. "They'll just think I got lucky. Again."
"Baby," Adam's eyes got all soft and dreamy, and Brad remembered how much he missed that when they were apart. "I'm lucky, you're such a huge part of who I am." The kiss was soft and tasted like good pot and a little sweat from Adam's lip. Brad pushed at him.
"Shower, you freak. I'll start it, you be there." Brad went to the little private shower just to the side of the dressing room and started it. Adam soon showed up, already naked.
"I love showers now. You get so grungy on tour." He got in and closed his eyes. Brad just watched him for a minute, Adam's makeup running and cock already hard. Brad took his clothes off and got in.
"At least I'm with you for the next few dates," Brad said, kneeling in front of him. "I'll make sure you're clean."
Adam doesn’t have anybody he particularly wants to put through the media wringer, so he decides to bring Brad as his plus-one to the GLAAD awards. He thinks its the best way to have a good time without worrying that his date will later endure any unwanted paparazzi attention like Drake.
Plus, Brad still gets a total kick out of the crazy celebrity clusterfuck that is his life nowadays, so Adam knew there was no way he would say no.
True to form, Brad has been keeping up a running commentary on every person they see. Adam’s also pretty sure Brad is taking notes for his next Cheeks video.
“Oh my god, it’s Kurt Hummel!” Brad says in what probably passed for a whisper in Brad’s world. He gets out his phone and takes a picture, presumably to text to Cassidy or tweet or probably both.
Adam looks over and sees the picture on Brad’s phone. He looks up at the matching figure in real life. Kurt’s a short, slender boy with the grace of a dancer and a pretty face to match.
Now Adam knows why Brad pointed Kurt out. It’s clearly just to torment Adam. “Fuck, is he even legal?”
“Barely. Besides, he’s all mine tonight. I’m going to get him to tell me all about the great, gay extravaganza of Glee and then I’m going to do a whole episode about it and it’s going to be amazing.” Brad’s phone buzzes and he starts typing into it furiously, a smug grin on his face.
Adam looks over at Kurt again. The boy sure is cute. “Bitch, don’t hog him. You know he’s my type.”
“Don’t I though.” Brad looks up at Adam from under his lashes, his lips pouty. Even though Adam knows Brad’s teasing, he’s still tempted. Intellectually, he knows he and Brad are different people now and that they don’t match as well anymore. Still, sometimes he thinks they might match in new ways.
And yes, that is definitely the hot tug of attraction coiling in his stomach. This is neither the place or time in their lives to explore old feelings, and they both know it.
Adam grabs a champagne flute off a passing waiter and downs it. Brad laughs. “Come on darling, I’ll get you an introduction. Let’s go.”
“You said his name was Kurt, right?” Adam says as they casually weave their way through the crowd.
“God, you are so pop culture retarded now that you are on tour all the time. No, Kurt is his character’s name on Glee. His name is Chris Colfer.”
Adam looks at Brad in disbelief. He really doesn’t need another cute, short, friendly Kris in his life, especially a straight one.
“He’s gay, right?”
Brad gives him a pitying look.
“Just checking.”
They stop in front of the Glee cast table. Up close, Adam recognizes their faces from some promos and clips that he’s seen. Chris is just as good-looking as Adam thought, with puffy pink lips and bright blue eyes, but he’s got the stance of somebody not yet comfortable with their body. It’s a little awkward but a lot cute, and Adam likes him already.
“Hey, Adam,” Lea says, getting up to kiss him on the cheek. Adam remembers her vaguely from the L.A. theater scene, but he greets her just as fondly. It’s always good to see deserving kids get success. Lea even greets Brad too. “You know everybody else?” When Adam says no, she launches into introductions.
“That’s Mark, and Cory, Jenna, Chris,” Lea goes on, listing a lot of names that Adam’s sure he won’t remember. His gaze stops at Chris. Chris meets his gaze steadily and with a flirty smile. “Guys, this is Adam Lambert, and his--Brad.”
“Oh, we’re not still--” Adam starts as Brad takes pity on him and abandons him to chase after Jane Lynch. “Yeah. He’s here as a friend.”
“So, you guys are all on Glee together?” Adam asks. They all nod. “It’s awesome that you all get along too.”
“Yeah, except when Lea goes all diva,” Chris jokes. Lea rolls her eyes at him.
The group chats for a while. Brad’s two tables away, flirting shamelessly with Jane Lynch’s fiance, so Adam doesn’t feel bad about kind of ditching him. Adam manages to situate himself next to Chris, aligning their sides just perfectly without leaning in, which would arouse suspicion. He keeps chatting loosely, even as he rests his hand lightly on his legs, fingers brushing Chris’ knee in a way that could be dismissed as casual.
The conversation goes on around them. “Fuck, those heels for the performance next week are going to be killer,” Amber says. “I’m glad we have a night off for this.”
Cory chimes in. “It’s nice to have a break.”
“You’re performing later, right?” Jenna asks Adam. “Chris is excited for that. He’s a big fan, did he tell you?”
Chris turns to look at Adam. Under the table, he starts stroking Adam’s thigh and sliding his hand down into the crease between his leg and his dick in a way that is decidedly not casual. Adam shifts his hips uncomfortably. Chris’ pink lips curve into a smile, his face innocent. “You’re an amazing singer. I really like that song by Gaga, Fever. What was it like working with her?”
“It was--fuck, amazing,” Adam says. Chris’ fingers curve over the bulge in his jeans.. “S-she was unbelievable.”
“I’m so jealous,” Lea says, impressed. She turns to Dianna. “Wouldn’t it be crazy if they had her do a cameo?”
“I would die,” Dianna says.
Chris rubs the heel of his hand over Adam’s cock through the rough fabric and Adam hisses sharply. When Lea looks over, he makes up an excuse quickly. “Just, um, stubbed my toe.”
Brad’s impeccable timing brings him to the table at just that moment. “Surviving without me?” He chirps. Adam nods and smiles weakly, but Brad isn’t fooled. His eyes trace Adam’s flushed face, Chris’ smug smile, and Chris’s concealed arm. “Apparently you’re doing pretty well.”
Adam just tries vainly to keep up his weak smile even as he resists the urge to shove his hips into Chris’ small hand. Chris keeps up the teasing motions, not going nearly fast enough for Adam to get any real friction.
“You know,” Brad begins. “Chris, we didn’t get to talk, but I was meaning to ask you a few questions. I know the show’s about to start now--” Fuck, Adam thinks, it is? Another night with the Glambulge prominent won’t make much difference, he suspects, but still. “But would you like to get together later?”
Chris’ hand disappears abruptly. “Later,” Chris promises, his eyes dancing. “I’ll definitely find you and Adam after the show, yeah?” An image flashes through Adam’s mind. Chris on his knees, pink lips wrapped around Adam’s dick, and Brad kissing his way down Chris’ pale back, sliding his cheeks apart and licking until Chris squirms--
Brad’s eyes are dark with lust. “I’ll hold you to that.”
Despite the slightly uncomfortable situation in his jeans, Adam’s evening is definitely looking up.
Gabe Saporta* - tequila, sweat, laughter by Anon
A Damn Good Night
“Lambert! Killer show, man, freaking awesome.” Gabe Saporta pats the seat next to him as Adam walks into Angels and Kings. Adam takes the seat gratefully. Gabe is probably the only person that Adam has met before in the room although he does see a bunch of music industry types that he vaguely recognizes.
Adam’s already buzzed--a little post-show celebration in the limo on the way over--and he’s ready to have a damn good night.
“You saw it? You should have come backstage!” Adam says. “Allison would have been excited to meet you, I think.”
Gabe laughs. “I stuck it out with the Glamberts, man. Bill here--” he jerks his thumb at a pretty guy that’s all hips and hipster hair sitting a few cushions down, “even got recognized a few times, but luckily you were busy being all awesome on stage and they got distracted.”
Gabe takes another sip from the large, iced drink in front of him and Adam can’t help but stare. This club is hot and he’s fucking thirsty. Gabe follows his gaze down. “Crap, where are my manners?”
The bartender brings over a tray of tequila-filled shot glasses with a salt shaker and a little bowl of limes. Without any warning, Gabe leans across Adam’s shoulder and licks a long and flat swipe down his collarbone.
He pulls back for a second and winks. “You don’t mind licking and sucking, do you?”
Adam can’t help but laugh, interested and a little turned on. “Go for it.” Gabe’s grin only broadens. Adam figures that sure, Gabe’s not his type, but he’s hot and funny and clearly down for a good time.
Gabe taps the salt shaker gently and sprinkles it over the wetness. He hands Adam a lime to hold and gets started. He gets all the salt in one broad lick and then downs the shot immediately. He dips his head down to Adam’s hand to suck at the lime, licking his way around Adam’s fingers in a dirty promise.
Impressed, Adam flips Gabe’s wrist over to do a salt lick of his own. He feathers his tongue over Gabe’s pulse point and feels it flutter under his touch. By the time he finishes his shot and finds the lime, Gabe has placed the fruit between his lips with an impish smile. It’s an invitation that Adam has no intention of refusing. He wraps his lips around the top of the fruit and sucks the juice with a tight seal, the fruit the only point of connection between their mouths.
When Adam’s done with the juice, he opens his lips wider and licks his way into Gabe’s mouth. Gabe responds eagerly, putting a hand around the back of Adam’s neck and pulling him closer. It’s sloppy, sweaty, and enthusiastic. Gabe’s still not Adam’s type or anything, but Adam definitely can appreciate the large erection pressing into his side.
“Damn,” a person nearby says, and Adam pulls back, wiping his lips with his hand. He hadn’t exactly forgotten they had an audience, but he’d been having too much fun to care. Adam had forgotten just how enjoyable random make-outs could be.
He looks over at Gabe, who punches the air. “Another round!”
Brad Bell* - tour, pulled, onstage by i_amthecosmos
Adam ran for the backstage area, laughing, with Brad behind him. "Oh fuck you, of course you think that's funny," Brad said. He couldn't stop smiling though. Adam closed the door of his dressing room behind them, his bodyguard standing just outside.
"Honey, it is funny. I pulled you onstage and kissed you in front of everyone. That should prove the rumors that we got back together are true, right?" Adam rummaged through a small wooden box and got his stash, lighting up a joint and handing it to Brad first.
Brad inhaled and held it a long moment before exhaling and giving it back. "But you kiss Tommy every chance you get onstage. And all I have to do is make a Twitter post claiming I'm actually in love with Taylor Lautner and it'll confuse enough of our fans to make it really entertaining."
Adam laughed while smoking, causing him to cough. Brad laughed at that too-Adam hadn't choked on a lungful of smoke in years. "Oh fuck you," He coughed again and took another hit. "They're going to go crazy anyway. You know, I hope most of them are happy for us."
"They'll be happy for you," Brad said, snuggling closer to Adam's still sweaty body. "They'll just think I got lucky. Again."
"Baby," Adam's eyes got all soft and dreamy, and Brad remembered how much he missed that when they were apart. "I'm lucky, you're such a huge part of who I am." The kiss was soft and tasted like good pot and a little sweat from Adam's lip. Brad pushed at him.
"Shower, you freak. I'll start it, you be there." Brad went to the little private shower just to the side of the dressing room and started it. Adam soon showed up, already naked.
"I love showers now. You get so grungy on tour." He got in and closed his eyes. Brad just watched him for a minute, Adam's makeup running and cock already hard. Brad took his clothes off and got in.
"At least I'm with you for the next few dates," Brad said, kneeling in front of him. "I'll make sure you're clean."