Ignorance In Pieces (5/?)
Title: Ignorance In Pieces (5/?)
Author: adamissexable
Rating: NC 17 over all - language, sexual imagery
Pairing: Kradam! and definitely Kradison friendship
Summary: "I will not think about Kris Allen."
Warning/Notes: I know I said I was going to post yesterday, but I got caught up - sorry! Maybe if you're lucky and comment I will post the next part later tonight! (:
( Part One )( Part Two )
( Part Three ) http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/1316.html
Thank you to my beta - alexacoleman.
If anything's wrong with it - blame her! (;
I will not think about Kris Allen.
Adam ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair a few times trying to dry style it as much as possible. He winced when his fingers brushed his scalp lightly - the skin there was still raw, apparently. Figuring he had a few minutes to spare before the rest of the group was ready, he went to retrieve his completely bling’d out pink ihome from his bunk and returned to the bathroom - setting it down, popping his iphone into it, and scrolling through the songs absentmindedly picking his newest favorite.
He stood there in front of the rhinestone covered device for a few seconds, closing his eyes, bobbing his head slightly to the beat and mouthing the intro verse to Paramore’s ‘Ignorance’. The melody was slowly slipping in through every pore in his body, causing his nerves to light up, almost vibrating in pleasure.
Adam opened his eyes, noticing that they were definitely brighter than they had been a few minutes ago, and looked into the mirror examining himself; he looked good so far. His hair was the only thing that needed to be done, and since he was reluctant to touch his scalp he stalled a bit more, searching through his make up bag for some glitter. No pink, no blue, no black, he grabbed the purple and set it on the counter in front of him, no red, no orange, no neon green, there it is - snatching the silver up as well, he placed it next to the purple one. He swore he had just about every color glitter possible, and he had used each at least twice.
He shook his head, popping open the glitter bottles, and poured some purple into his hand before setting it back down on the counter - now singing along with the chorus softly.
Don’t wanna hear your sad song,
I don’t wanna feel your pain
Adam leaned in closer to the mirror, dipped his index finger from his free hand into the small pile of glitter in his other hand and reached up to the corners and insides of his eyes - dabbing a small amount in each. His voice wove in and out of the words effortlessly, his falsetto assisting him with the more complicated notes.
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it’s nice to meet you, sir
I guess I’ll go,
I best be on my way out.
He tried to disregard the lyrics, just losing himself in the song as he reached for his gel, carefully spiking up the hairs at the back of his head gently. It took a minute and a few painful groans, but then he was done - the spikes not hardening completely, but not falling limp either.
Ignorance is your new best friend,
Ignorance is your new best friend
Adam snorted out loud, an amused smile filling out his lips before he turned away from the giant mirror in the normally crowded bathroom, and rinsed his hands in the sink to remove the excess gel. Adam heard the buzz of his phone - alerting him he just received a text - and immediately reprimanded his heart for jumping into his throat hoping it was Kris. I will not think about Kris Allen.
Drying his hands quickly on the towel next to the faucet he shuffled over to grab his iphone, unlocking the screen - ignoring the picture of his two other best friends’ faces playfully smooshed together I will not think about Kris Allen - and entering his password to check the text.
It was from Megan and it read, ‘Hey loser, get your fine ass out here, we’re just waiting on you! <3 Meg’ He drug his thumb downwards across the screen until it continued, ‘P.S. Matt says if you’re not out here within the next five minutes him and Gokey are going to ‘bust a cap in yo ass’ Wait, never mind he says you’d probably enjoy something busting in your ass too much, hehe. Anyways get’ The sentence finished abruptly and he figured she probably sent it before Matt got a chance to take it from her.
Adam laughed softly, just like Matt to make a comment like that. He wasn’t offended, if anything amused - and his mood heightened considerably when he pictured everybody’s expressions when they saw what he had chosen to wear, Kris especially. He erased the last name from his mind. I will not think about Kris Allen.
Adam quickly veered his mind away to something safer, like adding glitter to his freshly styled jet-black hair and his chest and arms.
Everything that had happened from the stage, to the meet and greet, and back to the tour bus occurred so fast; Adam wasn’t sure how he got here. He flicked numbly through his memories, starting at the beginning, as he meticulously primped - deciding to take five extra minutes for no real reason, his excuse being for the absurdly ‘offensive’ comment he made towards Adam’s sexuality.
He pulled his phone off of the dock, the song barely finishing, before sending a quick text back to Meg with his excuse. Looking at himself in the mirror, he tried to remember what all happened for him to be here, standing in front of the mirror alone in the giant bus, looking sexy as fuck, and waiting for his phone to buzz - sure to be a quirky response from Megan.
The end group performances had over-shadowed any negative feelings that were floating around the group, so Lil - of all people - insisted on going and partying it up at the local club. When everyone just stared at her - admonished expressions on their faces, she claimed that Adam shouldn’t be the only one who got to “grind it out” on this tour.
Adam tried to bring a genuine laugh and smile to his face, but as everyone glanced at him their bright expressions changing to ones of confusion, he was pretty sure he failed. Not to mention he was left an entire bus to himself to get ready - Allison, Kris, I will not think about Kris Allen Matt, and Gokey all claiming to having the need of getting ready with someone on the other bus. Adam’s feelings weren’t hurt though, he didn’t want to be around himself at the time either.
His phone buzzed again, pulling him out of his reverie, and he averted his eyes towards the screen. To his surprise it was Lil, ‘Okay baby, your ten minutes is up! I’m sure you look fine - get out here. (;’
Adam let a smile cross his lips before looking in the mirror, quickly checking his appearance one last time. He looked fucking amazing. Kris was going to be so jealous. I will not think about Kris Allen.
Shrugging off the thought, Adam smirked at himself in the mirror, his eyes immediately flashing to his glitter-glossed plump lips - puckering them, and loving how delicious they looked in the reflection. His hair was spiked perfectly in the back, and his bangs fell softly across the left side of his forehead, just above his smoky eye. The spikes reflected a silver and purple glitter when he turned his head this way and that. Adam’s radiant blue eyes smoldered and he’d decided on adding a touch of mascara to his already dark, lengthy lashes. His eyeliner was perfectly done, and the silver and purple glittery shadow made his eyes appear warm, despite the feelings washing through his veins. Fuck the feelings, he practically growled in his head and continued checking himself out.
There was silver glitter lining his lower lashes, and he swore he was the hottest fairy-looking, sparkly man he’d ever laid eyes on. Jesus Christ, can you say narcissist? Hm, you do look kind of amazing though. He laughed at himself mentally; he was so shallow some times.
He ran his hands across the dark purple mesh shirt he wore, down to his extra tight black leather pants. Shit, babe. Not that you don’t look positively sexable - just gotta remember…that package is soft right now. I can’t assure you the zipper won’t break the second you get hard. Huh, that would be quite the scene. Oh well. Shrugging, he winked at himself in the mirror before grabbing the jacket that hung off the edge of the counter.
Adam held the black, silver and purple, studded sleeveless jacket out in front of him - admiring it briefly - before slipping it on. He snatched up his iphone, and headed to the front of the bus. The night promised much alcohol, a lot of flirting, and some definite pleasure - after all he WAS Adam fucking Lambert, and he sure as hell knew how to party.
The club was perfect, it smelled like sex and alcohol and a thousand different kinds of smoke. Adam could feel the music seeping through his body, his nerves buzzing and heart thumping in time with the beat. The flashing strobe lights on the dance floor gave the dimly lit place a hazy appearance, dark and mysterious, reflecting the sex-ridiculed couples that lurked in every corner. He stopped for a second, breathing the place in - it was damn good to be home.
Adam continued to scout the place out, eyes squinting against the bright flashy lights shooting off in the otherwise dark room. The dance floor was the first thing you noticed as you entered. It was a large rectangular spot in the center of the place, indented in the ground. To the left was a long bar that sat a couple dozen people as it wrapped around another wall and disappeared into somewhere unknown. Beyond the bar, diagonal from the entrance of the club, were the tables. Most were half moons, varying in size, but all facing out to the floor of dancing bodies. The entire room kind of looked like a massive coliseum - the dance floor acting as the center. When a flash of familiar light flashed at Adam from above, he lifted his head, observing the second floor. There was a glass railing surrounding the edges of the square open piece which allowed people to observe the dance floor from above.
A few people were leaning over the edge, phones and cameras in hand as they snapped pictures of the idols. Adam smiled a wide, flirtatious smile, and blew a couple of kisses before heading towards the tables he’d spotted earlier.
Adam took his time walking towards the group’s destination, he wanted to consume as much of this place as he could - he didn’t exactly get to go out often. He walked carelessly, arms swinging at his sides as he allowed his head to swivel and look at whatever it wanted. Music wove in and out of Adam’s skin, some lingering to thump in his chest, and other just swirling around him - enveloping his body in melodic awesomeness. It made him want to dance, which sounded like a damn good idea right about now.
His pace slowed even more and when he realized what song was playing a giant grin jumped to his lips and he whipped around to face the group - eyes lighting up in amusement when they just looked at him curiously. He began strutting backwards, one hand on his belt buckle, swinging his hips as he did so, his crotch popping out on every other beat. His eyes flashed to Kris’s and he was beyond pleased when he watched him shift subtly, his eyes widening in surprise.
Oh, hell yes. This is how Glambert starts his nights, Adam thought enthusiastically, barely hearing his own thoughts over one of his favorite songs that pounded from the speakers. Continuing to move backwards, popping his hips - just like he did during his ‘Fame’ bit on stage - he began mouthing the words, and flipping his hair, smile growing wider when he saw all eyes on him. He felt so alive, and you could have sworn he’d smoked a joint or three before he got here, because he hadn’t felt this good in a long while.
Adam watched as Megan stepped out from the rest of the idols who were slowly getting into the music, bodies swaying and heads bobbing. Her chrome-colored eyes glinted wickedly as she continued to walk forward, mouthing the words herself, stopping right in front of him. He winked at her, before singing the next lines loud enough for most who were near him to hear, all high-pitched and giggly just like the artists. “I’m so turned off by all these boys who never fucking dance, when I see a boy just standing there he won’t get in my pants.” Adam held very little surprise when Megan sang the next lines and chorus right back at him - her unique, jazz voice adding an interesting twist to the song.
They continued like that, taking turns as they leaned into each other singing a few ridiculous lines, occasionally including some of the other idols in their fun, laughing when Matt and Danny just stared at the two like they were crazy. Maybe you are crazy. Adam just shook his head and smiled, he was floating on cloud nine right now and he felt emboldened and cocky, an urge was dangling on the tip of his mind - he needed to do something entirely inappropriate, involving someone he was supposed to have no contact with tonight.
Sifting through several ideas, he finally made up his mind, slithering his way over to Kris - whose back was leaning against the bar - to have a little fun. The Kris he told himself he wouldn’t think about, nonetheless talk to, until he got everything figured out. Rational thought was out the window though when Kris’s hazel eyes widened in disbelief, a smirk jumping to his lips, he wanted to trace his tongue along that full, pouty lower lip as Adam’s lithe figure continued to glide across the floor, stopping right in front of him, they’re chests brushing when Kris inhaled.
Adam was still mouthing the words to the end of the chorus as he leaned in to Kris’s ear, warm breath gliding over his cheek - inwardly smirking as he felt a shiver run through the younger man. He leaned in even closer - not caring that majority of the club was watching him - and stopped singing long enough to take Kris’s ear lobe into his own mouth, biting it roughly before curling his tongue around it, lapping at the now evident teeth mark. Adam’s cock jumped unexpectedly when Kris let out a low, breathy moan, before grabbing onto Adam’s hips tightly.
Suddenly there was so much electricity sparking between them, so much heat, that Kris was forced to bend his head down into Adam’s neck and run his tongue along the pulse point there, taking the soft skin into his mouth to suck on it lightly. He felt a groan reverberate through Adam’s chest, and he pulled away - sly grin, and hooded eyes as Kris just looked beyond Adam into the awed faces of several people he didn’t know, and the rest of the idols.
Adam was on the verge of dropping to his knees right there in front of the entire club and taking Kris into his mouth, before he suddenly remembered what he set out to do in the first place. Mouth still touching his ear he whispered the next two lines of the song into his ear seductively, “I see you leaning over me to whisper in my ear, Hey baby you make me hot, let’s get out of here.” Adam ran his tongue quickly along the shape of his ear, tasting salt, and oh fuck Kris, as he gave one quick thrust into Kris’s crotch - smirking when he felt his act had done the trick - before turning around and dancing back over to the others.
The guys were just staring at him - which he was pretty used to, to be honest - Lil just rolled her eyes and shook her head at his flamboyant nature, Megan was grinning wide her grey eyes glittering when she winked suggestively at him, and when his eyes flickered to Allison out of habit, he saw that she wasn’t smiling or showing any amusement, but her head was tilted slightly sideways and her expression unreadable.
Adam quickly looked away, his hard head getting the better of him, though his heart was gravitating towards her like a magnet. You’re the biggest fucking dumb ass on this planet. He let that thought run right through him, as he skipped forward towards Lil and Megan propping both of his arms out playfully and bowing; he watched as they rolled their eyes but still wove their arms through his. It was time to find themselves a table and some liquor.
Author: adamissexable
Rating: NC 17 over all - language, sexual imagery
Pairing: Kradam! and definitely Kradison friendship
Summary: "I will not think about Kris Allen."
Warning/Notes: I know I said I was going to post yesterday, but I got caught up - sorry! Maybe if you're lucky and comment I will post the next part later tonight! (:
( Part One )( Part Two )
( Part Three ) http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/1316.html
Thank you to my beta - alexacoleman.
If anything's wrong with it - blame her! (;
I will not think about Kris Allen.
Adam ran his fingers through his thick, dark hair a few times trying to dry style it as much as possible. He winced when his fingers brushed his scalp lightly - the skin there was still raw, apparently. Figuring he had a few minutes to spare before the rest of the group was ready, he went to retrieve his completely bling’d out pink ihome from his bunk and returned to the bathroom - setting it down, popping his iphone into it, and scrolling through the songs absentmindedly picking his newest favorite.
He stood there in front of the rhinestone covered device for a few seconds, closing his eyes, bobbing his head slightly to the beat and mouthing the intro verse to Paramore’s ‘Ignorance’. The melody was slowly slipping in through every pore in his body, causing his nerves to light up, almost vibrating in pleasure.
Adam opened his eyes, noticing that they were definitely brighter than they had been a few minutes ago, and looked into the mirror examining himself; he looked good so far. His hair was the only thing that needed to be done, and since he was reluctant to touch his scalp he stalled a bit more, searching through his make up bag for some glitter. No pink, no blue, no black, he grabbed the purple and set it on the counter in front of him, no red, no orange, no neon green, there it is - snatching the silver up as well, he placed it next to the purple one. He swore he had just about every color glitter possible, and he had used each at least twice.
He shook his head, popping open the glitter bottles, and poured some purple into his hand before setting it back down on the counter - now singing along with the chorus softly.
Don’t wanna hear your sad song,
I don’t wanna feel your pain
Adam leaned in closer to the mirror, dipped his index finger from his free hand into the small pile of glitter in his other hand and reached up to the corners and insides of his eyes - dabbing a small amount in each. His voice wove in and out of the words effortlessly, his falsetto assisting him with the more complicated notes.
Well, you treat me just like another stranger
Well, it’s nice to meet you, sir
I guess I’ll go,
I best be on my way out.
He tried to disregard the lyrics, just losing himself in the song as he reached for his gel, carefully spiking up the hairs at the back of his head gently. It took a minute and a few painful groans, but then he was done - the spikes not hardening completely, but not falling limp either.
Ignorance is your new best friend,
Ignorance is your new best friend
Adam snorted out loud, an amused smile filling out his lips before he turned away from the giant mirror in the normally crowded bathroom, and rinsed his hands in the sink to remove the excess gel. Adam heard the buzz of his phone - alerting him he just received a text - and immediately reprimanded his heart for jumping into his throat hoping it was Kris. I will not think about Kris Allen.
Drying his hands quickly on the towel next to the faucet he shuffled over to grab his iphone, unlocking the screen - ignoring the picture of his two other best friends’ faces playfully smooshed together I will not think about Kris Allen - and entering his password to check the text.
It was from Megan and it read, ‘Hey loser, get your fine ass out here, we’re just waiting on you! <3 Meg’ He drug his thumb downwards across the screen until it continued, ‘P.S. Matt says if you’re not out here within the next five minutes him and Gokey are going to ‘bust a cap in yo ass’ Wait, never mind he says you’d probably enjoy something busting in your ass too much, hehe. Anyways get’ The sentence finished abruptly and he figured she probably sent it before Matt got a chance to take it from her.
Adam laughed softly, just like Matt to make a comment like that. He wasn’t offended, if anything amused - and his mood heightened considerably when he pictured everybody’s expressions when they saw what he had chosen to wear, Kris especially. He erased the last name from his mind. I will not think about Kris Allen.
Adam quickly veered his mind away to something safer, like adding glitter to his freshly styled jet-black hair and his chest and arms.
Everything that had happened from the stage, to the meet and greet, and back to the tour bus occurred so fast; Adam wasn’t sure how he got here. He flicked numbly through his memories, starting at the beginning, as he meticulously primped - deciding to take five extra minutes for no real reason, his excuse being for the absurdly ‘offensive’ comment he made towards Adam’s sexuality.
He pulled his phone off of the dock, the song barely finishing, before sending a quick text back to Meg with his excuse. Looking at himself in the mirror, he tried to remember what all happened for him to be here, standing in front of the mirror alone in the giant bus, looking sexy as fuck, and waiting for his phone to buzz - sure to be a quirky response from Megan.
The end group performances had over-shadowed any negative feelings that were floating around the group, so Lil - of all people - insisted on going and partying it up at the local club. When everyone just stared at her - admonished expressions on their faces, she claimed that Adam shouldn’t be the only one who got to “grind it out” on this tour.
Adam tried to bring a genuine laugh and smile to his face, but as everyone glanced at him their bright expressions changing to ones of confusion, he was pretty sure he failed. Not to mention he was left an entire bus to himself to get ready - Allison, Kris, I will not think about Kris Allen Matt, and Gokey all claiming to having the need of getting ready with someone on the other bus. Adam’s feelings weren’t hurt though, he didn’t want to be around himself at the time either.
His phone buzzed again, pulling him out of his reverie, and he averted his eyes towards the screen. To his surprise it was Lil, ‘Okay baby, your ten minutes is up! I’m sure you look fine - get out here. (;’
Adam let a smile cross his lips before looking in the mirror, quickly checking his appearance one last time. He looked fucking amazing. Kris was going to be so jealous. I will not think about Kris Allen.
Shrugging off the thought, Adam smirked at himself in the mirror, his eyes immediately flashing to his glitter-glossed plump lips - puckering them, and loving how delicious they looked in the reflection. His hair was spiked perfectly in the back, and his bangs fell softly across the left side of his forehead, just above his smoky eye. The spikes reflected a silver and purple glitter when he turned his head this way and that. Adam’s radiant blue eyes smoldered and he’d decided on adding a touch of mascara to his already dark, lengthy lashes. His eyeliner was perfectly done, and the silver and purple glittery shadow made his eyes appear warm, despite the feelings washing through his veins. Fuck the feelings, he practically growled in his head and continued checking himself out.
There was silver glitter lining his lower lashes, and he swore he was the hottest fairy-looking, sparkly man he’d ever laid eyes on. Jesus Christ, can you say narcissist? Hm, you do look kind of amazing though. He laughed at himself mentally; he was so shallow some times.
He ran his hands across the dark purple mesh shirt he wore, down to his extra tight black leather pants. Shit, babe. Not that you don’t look positively sexable - just gotta remember…that package is soft right now. I can’t assure you the zipper won’t break the second you get hard. Huh, that would be quite the scene. Oh well. Shrugging, he winked at himself in the mirror before grabbing the jacket that hung off the edge of the counter.
Adam held the black, silver and purple, studded sleeveless jacket out in front of him - admiring it briefly - before slipping it on. He snatched up his iphone, and headed to the front of the bus. The night promised much alcohol, a lot of flirting, and some definite pleasure - after all he WAS Adam fucking Lambert, and he sure as hell knew how to party.
The club was perfect, it smelled like sex and alcohol and a thousand different kinds of smoke. Adam could feel the music seeping through his body, his nerves buzzing and heart thumping in time with the beat. The flashing strobe lights on the dance floor gave the dimly lit place a hazy appearance, dark and mysterious, reflecting the sex-ridiculed couples that lurked in every corner. He stopped for a second, breathing the place in - it was damn good to be home.
Adam continued to scout the place out, eyes squinting against the bright flashy lights shooting off in the otherwise dark room. The dance floor was the first thing you noticed as you entered. It was a large rectangular spot in the center of the place, indented in the ground. To the left was a long bar that sat a couple dozen people as it wrapped around another wall and disappeared into somewhere unknown. Beyond the bar, diagonal from the entrance of the club, were the tables. Most were half moons, varying in size, but all facing out to the floor of dancing bodies. The entire room kind of looked like a massive coliseum - the dance floor acting as the center. When a flash of familiar light flashed at Adam from above, he lifted his head, observing the second floor. There was a glass railing surrounding the edges of the square open piece which allowed people to observe the dance floor from above.
A few people were leaning over the edge, phones and cameras in hand as they snapped pictures of the idols. Adam smiled a wide, flirtatious smile, and blew a couple of kisses before heading towards the tables he’d spotted earlier.
Adam took his time walking towards the group’s destination, he wanted to consume as much of this place as he could - he didn’t exactly get to go out often. He walked carelessly, arms swinging at his sides as he allowed his head to swivel and look at whatever it wanted. Music wove in and out of Adam’s skin, some lingering to thump in his chest, and other just swirling around him - enveloping his body in melodic awesomeness. It made him want to dance, which sounded like a damn good idea right about now.
His pace slowed even more and when he realized what song was playing a giant grin jumped to his lips and he whipped around to face the group - eyes lighting up in amusement when they just looked at him curiously. He began strutting backwards, one hand on his belt buckle, swinging his hips as he did so, his crotch popping out on every other beat. His eyes flashed to Kris’s and he was beyond pleased when he watched him shift subtly, his eyes widening in surprise.
Oh, hell yes. This is how Glambert starts his nights, Adam thought enthusiastically, barely hearing his own thoughts over one of his favorite songs that pounded from the speakers. Continuing to move backwards, popping his hips - just like he did during his ‘Fame’ bit on stage - he began mouthing the words, and flipping his hair, smile growing wider when he saw all eyes on him. He felt so alive, and you could have sworn he’d smoked a joint or three before he got here, because he hadn’t felt this good in a long while.
Adam watched as Megan stepped out from the rest of the idols who were slowly getting into the music, bodies swaying and heads bobbing. Her chrome-colored eyes glinted wickedly as she continued to walk forward, mouthing the words herself, stopping right in front of him. He winked at her, before singing the next lines loud enough for most who were near him to hear, all high-pitched and giggly just like the artists. “I’m so turned off by all these boys who never fucking dance, when I see a boy just standing there he won’t get in my pants.” Adam held very little surprise when Megan sang the next lines and chorus right back at him - her unique, jazz voice adding an interesting twist to the song.
They continued like that, taking turns as they leaned into each other singing a few ridiculous lines, occasionally including some of the other idols in their fun, laughing when Matt and Danny just stared at the two like they were crazy. Maybe you are crazy. Adam just shook his head and smiled, he was floating on cloud nine right now and he felt emboldened and cocky, an urge was dangling on the tip of his mind - he needed to do something entirely inappropriate, involving someone he was supposed to have no contact with tonight.
Sifting through several ideas, he finally made up his mind, slithering his way over to Kris - whose back was leaning against the bar - to have a little fun. The Kris he told himself he wouldn’t think about, nonetheless talk to, until he got everything figured out. Rational thought was out the window though when Kris’s hazel eyes widened in disbelief, a smirk jumping to his lips, he wanted to trace his tongue along that full, pouty lower lip as Adam’s lithe figure continued to glide across the floor, stopping right in front of him, they’re chests brushing when Kris inhaled.
Adam was still mouthing the words to the end of the chorus as he leaned in to Kris’s ear, warm breath gliding over his cheek - inwardly smirking as he felt a shiver run through the younger man. He leaned in even closer - not caring that majority of the club was watching him - and stopped singing long enough to take Kris’s ear lobe into his own mouth, biting it roughly before curling his tongue around it, lapping at the now evident teeth mark. Adam’s cock jumped unexpectedly when Kris let out a low, breathy moan, before grabbing onto Adam’s hips tightly.
Suddenly there was so much electricity sparking between them, so much heat, that Kris was forced to bend his head down into Adam’s neck and run his tongue along the pulse point there, taking the soft skin into his mouth to suck on it lightly. He felt a groan reverberate through Adam’s chest, and he pulled away - sly grin, and hooded eyes as Kris just looked beyond Adam into the awed faces of several people he didn’t know, and the rest of the idols.
Adam was on the verge of dropping to his knees right there in front of the entire club and taking Kris into his mouth, before he suddenly remembered what he set out to do in the first place. Mouth still touching his ear he whispered the next two lines of the song into his ear seductively, “I see you leaning over me to whisper in my ear, Hey baby you make me hot, let’s get out of here.” Adam ran his tongue quickly along the shape of his ear, tasting salt, and oh fuck Kris, as he gave one quick thrust into Kris’s crotch - smirking when he felt his act had done the trick - before turning around and dancing back over to the others.
The guys were just staring at him - which he was pretty used to, to be honest - Lil just rolled her eyes and shook her head at his flamboyant nature, Megan was grinning wide her grey eyes glittering when she winked suggestively at him, and when his eyes flickered to Allison out of habit, he saw that she wasn’t smiling or showing any amusement, but her head was tilted slightly sideways and her expression unreadable.
Adam quickly looked away, his hard head getting the better of him, though his heart was gravitating towards her like a magnet. You’re the biggest fucking dumb ass on this planet. He let that thought run right through him, as he skipped forward towards Lil and Megan propping both of his arms out playfully and bowing; he watched as they rolled their eyes but still wove their arms through his. It was time to find themselves a table and some liquor.