Ignorance In Pieces (17/?)
Title: Ignorance In Pieces (17/?)
Author: adamissexable
Pairing: Kradam and Kradison friendship
Rating: NC 17
Summary: During Tour. Kris is trying to get over his failure of a marriage and sort out his newfound 'feelings' for his best friend. Adam catches Kris in a compromising position - angst, sexytimes, and laughter ensue.
Disclaimer: Though I wish some of it were real, it's most likely probably definitely not.
Notes: This story is a WIP - I try to post every other day, but it all just depends on my schedule/how much I've got written. Sorry! And this is ultimately a Kradam story, but there is A LOT of Kradison - if you're not into that then don't read it and please don't pm me complaining. For those of you who've held on this whole time, I appreciate it - and trust me, it will be worth it in the end! :D
Warning: Not many this chapter. Some language and Drunk!Kris.
Other Parts: http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/243 1.html
This is for all you Kradam complainers. :P Enjoy!
He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to rest. For now he was going to put everything out of his head - any other issues would have to wait.
Adam didn’t sleep. Not because there were a million and one things that should be flying through his head right now, though. He was resting, something he didn’t do very often - something he rarely got the chance to do at all.
Tangled thoughts existed right outside the small gated area Adam had created in his mind. Every time a stray wisp tried to weave through, a mental siren went off and Adam pushed it back almost effortlessly. He didn’t even take the time to understand why it was so easy to control himself.
Maybe due to the fact that a certain magenta-haired, bouncy girl was curled into his side, inhaling and exhaling deeply as sleep took her.
Adam ran a hand softly through her hair, untangling the pieces that he could, though most of it was admittedly hopeless. He sighed contently, burying his nose into her locks and reveling in the comfort such a small gesture gave.
His lips brushing across the top of her head, he jerked back abruptly when he heard more than watched the door to the room swing open, hitting the wall loudly. There was a dark figure standing in front of the door, but he couldn’t quite make out whom.
Shifting his gaze down to Allison momentarily, exhaling with relief when she barely moved at the commotion, he slipped out from under her carefully, replacing his upper body with a pillow.
The figure at the door was now giggling, swaying oddly, the lights from the balcony showing slivers of his features eerily. Adam almost choked in disbelief upon realizing who it was, whispering quietly, “Kris?”
Kris moved closer to Adam, still giggling softly and tripping over his own feet. Adam stood shocked - wondering what the hell was going on - and caught Kris cautiously when he practically crashed into Adam.
He caught a brief whiff of alcohol and that was all Adam needed to know. He spoke through clenched teeth, disapproval apparent in his tone, “You’re drunk.” It was an accusation.
Kris swayed on the spot, glancing up at Adam curiously and poking him hard in the chest, lips curled into a content grin and completely ignoring the statement, “Ya know, you’re kinda…fucking hot.”
What the actual fuck? Adam coughed out a nervous laugh, his mind reeling at both the language and the context it was used in. He tried to shake off the comment, before clearing his throat quietly and responding huskily, “Shh, Alli’s asleep.” He watched with mild amusement as Kris spun in an awkward circle, halting when he realized Allison was asleep on the bed right behind Adam.
Kris spoke again, his voice a decibel quieter and a sexy smirk covered his lips, “What if I don’t want to be quiet?” It was a purr right against Adam and Adam felt his knees go weak at the statement, his body betraying his mind despite all of the issues they had yet to work out.
Adam backed away slowly, hand grabbing Kris by the arm before walking him to the bathroom to hopefully clean him up. Upon entering the bathroom, Adam let go of Kris, shutting the door quietly behind them, and headed towards the bag the hotel had shipped up earlier with extra sets of clothes.
He bent over to rifle through an assortment of clothing when he felt someone, or something, press into him from behind. Adam barely restrained from bucking backwards, biting his lip to repress a groan as he grabbed the first things that came to his hand, not really caring whether they matched or not.
Turning around to face Kris, Adam immediately regretted the decision when he realized how close he was to the younger man. He could easily identify the near-invisible light gold flecks against Kris’s hazel eyes and the subtle curve of his plump lips. Kris’s breath was rolling over him in waves, the liquor he’d obviously consumed held a cinnamon undertone and the scent seeped through Adam’s veins, electrocuting any and every area it could reach - specifically his dick.
Adam gasped when he felt an unexpected palm to his crotch, his cock automatically hardening at the contact. In the brief moment in which Adam lost his train of thought due to arousal, Kris had Adam pushed up against the wall, one hand attached to the denim covering Adam’s dick, the other clutching the front of Adam’s shirt, tugging him downwards.
Adam almost groaned aloud when Kris pressed his hand harder into Adam’s cock, lazy smile evident and eyes darkened from lust. This cannot be fucking happening.
Kris spoke before Adam got the chance, voice dripping with seduction, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Adam shivered when Kris reached up to press a kiss into his neck, tongue flicking out to taste him briefly, teasingly.
Something sane - or completely stupid depending on how you looked at it - in the back of Adam’s mind made him respond, voice shaky with desire, “Kris. Stop, you’re drunk.” He tried to push Kris away, thrusting the clothes into his hands forcefully. “You need to change out of those clothes.”
He watched as Kris just stared curiously at the clothes for a few seconds before dropping them and turning his dark eyes back to Adam. In an awkward stumble, Kris was pressed closer to Adam than before, bodies flush against each other and Adam could feel even the slightest of Kris’s movements.
Adam felt a tug on his sweatpants and his gaze drifted down, not only noticing his obvious erection, but Kris’s also, as Kris continued pulling on the drawstrings almost playfully.
He lifted his eyes back up to Kris’s and choked on an inhale when Kris spoke, eyes full of desire, slurring and heavy with lust, “Here’s an idea.” Kris paused, seeming to enjoy playing with the drawstring of Adam’s pants - before pulling the strings back as far as they would stretch and letting them go swiftly, the force of the material against Adam’s bare skin creating a resounding smack, sending course shocks of pleasure throughout his entire body.
He gripped the edges of the counter roughly, ignoring the obvious protest of his knuckles - anything to keep from touching Kris, or himself for that matter. Adam’s breathing was heavy and ragged and he might have been embarrassed had he not been so damn hot.
Kris lifted up on his toes, his mouth a breath away from Adam’s as he continued, lips brushing against the older man’s with every word, “How about you shut the fuck up?”
Adam was about to push Kris away from him once and for all, some part of his mind suggesting to drown him in the bathtub, anything to keep him away - but then Kris’s lips were connected to his own, fumbling and awkward and messy and he was so shocked he didn’t have the time to react. Kris pulled away, head tilted to the side adorably, slightly swollen lips pursed, before he leaned in again - this time capturing Adam’s lips fully, coaxing them until he responded.
Adam completely succumbed, his body overruling his mind and kissed Kris back eagerly, trying to make sense with his mouth rather than his words. When Adam reached up to cup Kris’s neck, his thumb pressing into Kris’s jugular, he felt Kris sigh into him, mouth opening wider and Adam brushed his tongue along the man’s lower lip.
Adam felt a growl in Kris’s chest before Kris was responding with even more force, his tongue snaking into Adam’s mouth, completely messy and wrong, but god it was so fucking right.
He stroked his hand further up Kris’s neck, lips still moving wet and rough against his own, and cupped Kris’s jaw, reveling in the texture of the days-old stubble against his palm.
Kris groaned softly in pain and flinched and it took Adam a few seconds to realize why, but when he did he backed away quickly - staring into Kris’s drunken eyes with horror. When Kris tried to close the space between them - completely oblivious to Adam’s sudden reaction - Adam walked, legs shaking with arousal, right past Kris and to the door.
Adam turned around, lips tingling and warm, and spoke into Kris’s curious hazel eyes, “Not like this. I won’t let it happen like this.” He shook his head, more to himself than anything and continued, his voice a bit steadier this time, “If you’re not going to shower you at least need to change out of those clothes. Then you need to get some sleep.”
He didn’t give Kris the chance to respond before leaving and shutting the door in his wake. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But now Adam was sure of something he’d been questioning this entire time - he was in love with Kris Allen.
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Author: adamissexable
Pairing: Kradam and Kradison friendship
Rating: NC 17
Summary: During Tour. Kris is trying to get over his failure of a marriage and sort out his newfound 'feelings' for his best friend. Adam catches Kris in a compromising position - angst, sexytimes, and laughter ensue.
Disclaimer: Though I wish some of it were real, it's most likely probably definitely not.
Notes: This story is a WIP - I try to post every other day, but it all just depends on my schedule/how much I've got written. Sorry! And this is ultimately a Kradam story, but there is A LOT of Kradison - if you're not into that then don't read it and please don't pm me complaining. For those of you who've held on this whole time, I appreciate it - and trust me, it will be worth it in the end! :D
Warning: Not many this chapter. Some language and Drunk!Kris.
Other Parts: http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/243 1.html
This is for all you Kradam complainers. :P Enjoy!
He closed his eyes and allowed his mind to rest. For now he was going to put everything out of his head - any other issues would have to wait.
Adam didn’t sleep. Not because there were a million and one things that should be flying through his head right now, though. He was resting, something he didn’t do very often - something he rarely got the chance to do at all.
Tangled thoughts existed right outside the small gated area Adam had created in his mind. Every time a stray wisp tried to weave through, a mental siren went off and Adam pushed it back almost effortlessly. He didn’t even take the time to understand why it was so easy to control himself.
Maybe due to the fact that a certain magenta-haired, bouncy girl was curled into his side, inhaling and exhaling deeply as sleep took her.
Adam ran a hand softly through her hair, untangling the pieces that he could, though most of it was admittedly hopeless. He sighed contently, burying his nose into her locks and reveling in the comfort such a small gesture gave.
His lips brushing across the top of her head, he jerked back abruptly when he heard more than watched the door to the room swing open, hitting the wall loudly. There was a dark figure standing in front of the door, but he couldn’t quite make out whom.
Shifting his gaze down to Allison momentarily, exhaling with relief when she barely moved at the commotion, he slipped out from under her carefully, replacing his upper body with a pillow.
The figure at the door was now giggling, swaying oddly, the lights from the balcony showing slivers of his features eerily. Adam almost choked in disbelief upon realizing who it was, whispering quietly, “Kris?”
Kris moved closer to Adam, still giggling softly and tripping over his own feet. Adam stood shocked - wondering what the hell was going on - and caught Kris cautiously when he practically crashed into Adam.
He caught a brief whiff of alcohol and that was all Adam needed to know. He spoke through clenched teeth, disapproval apparent in his tone, “You’re drunk.” It was an accusation.
Kris swayed on the spot, glancing up at Adam curiously and poking him hard in the chest, lips curled into a content grin and completely ignoring the statement, “Ya know, you’re kinda…fucking hot.”
What the actual fuck? Adam coughed out a nervous laugh, his mind reeling at both the language and the context it was used in. He tried to shake off the comment, before clearing his throat quietly and responding huskily, “Shh, Alli’s asleep.” He watched with mild amusement as Kris spun in an awkward circle, halting when he realized Allison was asleep on the bed right behind Adam.
Kris spoke again, his voice a decibel quieter and a sexy smirk covered his lips, “What if I don’t want to be quiet?” It was a purr right against Adam and Adam felt his knees go weak at the statement, his body betraying his mind despite all of the issues they had yet to work out.
Adam backed away slowly, hand grabbing Kris by the arm before walking him to the bathroom to hopefully clean him up. Upon entering the bathroom, Adam let go of Kris, shutting the door quietly behind them, and headed towards the bag the hotel had shipped up earlier with extra sets of clothes.
He bent over to rifle through an assortment of clothing when he felt someone, or something, press into him from behind. Adam barely restrained from bucking backwards, biting his lip to repress a groan as he grabbed the first things that came to his hand, not really caring whether they matched or not.
Turning around to face Kris, Adam immediately regretted the decision when he realized how close he was to the younger man. He could easily identify the near-invisible light gold flecks against Kris’s hazel eyes and the subtle curve of his plump lips. Kris’s breath was rolling over him in waves, the liquor he’d obviously consumed held a cinnamon undertone and the scent seeped through Adam’s veins, electrocuting any and every area it could reach - specifically his dick.
Adam gasped when he felt an unexpected palm to his crotch, his cock automatically hardening at the contact. In the brief moment in which Adam lost his train of thought due to arousal, Kris had Adam pushed up against the wall, one hand attached to the denim covering Adam’s dick, the other clutching the front of Adam’s shirt, tugging him downwards.
Adam almost groaned aloud when Kris pressed his hand harder into Adam’s cock, lazy smile evident and eyes darkened from lust. This cannot be fucking happening.
Kris spoke before Adam got the chance, voice dripping with seduction, “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?” Adam shivered when Kris reached up to press a kiss into his neck, tongue flicking out to taste him briefly, teasingly.
Something sane - or completely stupid depending on how you looked at it - in the back of Adam’s mind made him respond, voice shaky with desire, “Kris. Stop, you’re drunk.” He tried to push Kris away, thrusting the clothes into his hands forcefully. “You need to change out of those clothes.”
He watched as Kris just stared curiously at the clothes for a few seconds before dropping them and turning his dark eyes back to Adam. In an awkward stumble, Kris was pressed closer to Adam than before, bodies flush against each other and Adam could feel even the slightest of Kris’s movements.
Adam felt a tug on his sweatpants and his gaze drifted down, not only noticing his obvious erection, but Kris’s also, as Kris continued pulling on the drawstrings almost playfully.
He lifted his eyes back up to Kris’s and choked on an inhale when Kris spoke, eyes full of desire, slurring and heavy with lust, “Here’s an idea.” Kris paused, seeming to enjoy playing with the drawstring of Adam’s pants - before pulling the strings back as far as they would stretch and letting them go swiftly, the force of the material against Adam’s bare skin creating a resounding smack, sending course shocks of pleasure throughout his entire body.
He gripped the edges of the counter roughly, ignoring the obvious protest of his knuckles - anything to keep from touching Kris, or himself for that matter. Adam’s breathing was heavy and ragged and he might have been embarrassed had he not been so damn hot.
Kris lifted up on his toes, his mouth a breath away from Adam’s as he continued, lips brushing against the older man’s with every word, “How about you shut the fuck up?”
Adam was about to push Kris away from him once and for all, some part of his mind suggesting to drown him in the bathtub, anything to keep him away - but then Kris’s lips were connected to his own, fumbling and awkward and messy and he was so shocked he didn’t have the time to react. Kris pulled away, head tilted to the side adorably, slightly swollen lips pursed, before he leaned in again - this time capturing Adam’s lips fully, coaxing them until he responded.
Adam completely succumbed, his body overruling his mind and kissed Kris back eagerly, trying to make sense with his mouth rather than his words. When Adam reached up to cup Kris’s neck, his thumb pressing into Kris’s jugular, he felt Kris sigh into him, mouth opening wider and Adam brushed his tongue along the man’s lower lip.
Adam felt a growl in Kris’s chest before Kris was responding with even more force, his tongue snaking into Adam’s mouth, completely messy and wrong, but god it was so fucking right.
He stroked his hand further up Kris’s neck, lips still moving wet and rough against his own, and cupped Kris’s jaw, reveling in the texture of the days-old stubble against his palm.
Kris groaned softly in pain and flinched and it took Adam a few seconds to realize why, but when he did he backed away quickly - staring into Kris’s drunken eyes with horror. When Kris tried to close the space between them - completely oblivious to Adam’s sudden reaction - Adam walked, legs shaking with arousal, right past Kris and to the door.
Adam turned around, lips tingling and warm, and spoke into Kris’s curious hazel eyes, “Not like this. I won’t let it happen like this.” He shook his head, more to himself than anything and continued, his voice a bit steadier this time, “If you’re not going to shower you at least need to change out of those clothes. Then you need to get some sleep.”
He didn’t give Kris the chance to respond before leaving and shutting the door in his wake. It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But now Adam was sure of something he’d been questioning this entire time - he was in love with Kris Allen.
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