Curing An Obsession (2/2)
Part One located here - http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/5816.html
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He nodded fiercely into the kiss and almost whimpered when Adam pulled away, trailing kisses down Kris’s jaw, his neck, his chest - to the fine hairs right above his waistband. Kris watched Adam the entire way down, trying to remember to breathe, but this view just wasn’t helping because he could fucking see Adam’s dark hair and suddenly Adam was kneeling in between his knees and he was blowing against the crotch of Kris’s briefs.
Adam took the wet spot of cotton in between his lips, sucking the taste of Kris into his mouth while he slipped the piece of clothing down inch by inch. He smirked when Kris bucked against him in anticipation before finally removing them completely, sucking in a sharp breath at Kris’s glistening cock in front of him, the dim light only allowing him to make out the pre-come at the head.
Kris, by some power of God, found his voice and spoke up quickly, voice grating and needy, “Wait, Adam.” He regretted saying anything when he watched Adam’s head jerk up quickly, panic and fear evident in his eyes. Kris reached his hand out tentatively, cupping Adam’s jaw and continued, trying to reassure, “No. It’s not that. I want this. I just wanted to see you - wanted the lights on so I could watch.” A warmth flushed Kris’s cheeks and he smiled when Adam nodded and turned his head to kiss at Kris’s palm, tongue darting out quickly to taste the skin.
Adam stood up and turned around, walking a few steps away to flip the light on, and Kris found himself staring at his back - eyes trailing along his spine and landing on his ass. His jeans were hung kind of low, and Kris was surprised to find he really, really wanted to trail his tongue along the skin right above Adam’s waistband.
Kris was still staring when the light turned on and Adam turned around - and yes, he was so glad he asked for this. He could make out Adam completely now, lips red and swollen and dark, glittery eyes burning with raw desire. Kris kind of gasped when he realized Adam was in between his legs again, no clue of how he got there, but he found himself not caring in the slightest when he felt Adam’s tongue dart out, gathering the pre-come at Kris’s head.
He was overcome with the desire to thread his fingers into Adam’s warm, dark hair and pull, but barely controlled himself by gripping the mattress tightly. Adam had now taken the head of Kris’s cock between his lips and he was rubbing, teasing, waiting for Kris to break.
Kris bit his lip hard enough to break skin when Adam sucked roughly, still just at the head, rolling his tongue against and around the warm flesh. Kris’s hips wanted to jerk off the bed and fuck Adam’s mouth wildly, and when he ripped his gaze back down to the man in between his thighs, Kris hissed at the smirk on Adam’s lips.
“Fuck, Adam. Come on,” Kris grunted out, voice on the verge of begging, his hands shaking from the force in which he gripped the mattress. He watched Adam pull away, warm breath coating the skin of Kris’s dick when he breathed out a reply, wicked glint in his ocean-blue eyes, “I’m sorry Kristopher, was there something you wanted?”
Kris growled - now Adam was just being a tease. Figuring he didn’t have to restrain himself anymore, he ripped his hands away from the bed and forced them into Adam’s hair, moaning at the feel of the locks in between his fingers. Kris didn’t answer, instead scooting towards the edge of the bed slightly and reluctantly pulling one hand out of Adam’s hair to grab his own cock and rub the tip against Adam’s lips slowly.
He spoke fiercely, voice coming out surprisingly harsh and Adam shivered at the obvious command, “I want you to suck me off.” He heard Adam moan softly, before immediately taking Kris’s cock into his mouth fully, dragging his tongue along the underside of Kris’s shaft when he pulled back off.
Kris slipped his other hand back into Adam’s hair and gripped tightly, the pads of his fingers rubbing Adam’s scalp roughly. Adam had gone back down on Kris, setting a steady pace to match Kris’s ragged, sped up breathing, licking and sucking and using every trick and more that he’d used on Kris’s tongue earlier.
Kris let out a guttural moan when he looked down at Adam, cock heavy in his mouth, and swollen lips wet. He slid his left hand down Adam’s jaw to his lips, reveling in actually feeling what Adam was doing to his cock. Kris let out a gasp, which quickly morphed into a soft moan, when Adam’s mouth opened wider and sucked Kris’s thumb and index finger into his mouth along with his cock.
A sudden urge took Kris over; he needed to taste Adam’s mouth. Withdrawing his hand he sucked the two fingers that Adam had done the same to moments ago into his mouth, lapping at the taste of Adam and himself together.
When Kris felt Adam moan against his dick, his gaze snapped down to Adam’s eyes, dark and heady with lust. Adam lifted a hand, which had been fondling Kris’s balls, towards his chest, dragging it upwards and rubbing two of his own fingers against Kris’s lips, asking for entrance - still managing to keep up a steady rhythm with his mouth the entire time.
Kris parted his lips, curling his tongue around Adam’s fingers and sucking them into his mouth - dragging his teeth along the skin when Adam pulled them out. Then Kris felt cool hair hit his cock and he whimpered at the loss, wondering what the hell Adam was doing now. Adam had lifted onto his feet, crotch directly in front of Kris’s face, and was searching for something in the bunk above them.
Curiosity rolled through Kris and he felt his head lean forward and latch onto the metal button of Adam’s jeans, taking it into his mouth coppery and cool - surprisingly undoing it completely.
Adam distractedly stared down in pure awe, watching Kris take the zipper in between his teeth and drag it down before pulling back and looking up at Adam - the same emotion reflected back at him. Adam felt Kris hook his thumbs around his belt loops and tug him closer, before sliding the jeans off slowly. There was a question in Kris’s eyes and Adam just nodded because whatever Kris wanted he could have.
Kris pulled Adam’s pants off completely, not shocked in the least bit that he was wearing nothing underneath, and after Adam stepped out of them he just stared in amazement at how beautiful the man in front of him was. He heard Adam speak, voice shaky and kind of timid, “Kris.” He shook his head and leaned forward, licking at the pre-come glistening against the head of Adam’s cock carefully.
He was surprised at the taste, it wasn’t horrible, just unfamiliar - and kind of all together addictive. Kris leaned in again and repeated his ministrations, this time sucking the head into his mouth sharply. Hearing Adam moan in approval and the smack of what he thought to be Adam’s hands hitting the bed above them, he cautiously took the rest of Adam into his mouth, pausing to breath through his nose for a few seconds to relax his gag reflex, before dragging back upwards.
Kris had obviously never done this before, never had the desire to, but now he couldn’t imagine ever wanting something more in his life. Adam’s hair was fantastic and obviously a major turn on but this - this - was entirely different. And that made it all the more attractive.
He tried to copy Adam’s movements from earlier, tried to mimic what he liked, curling his tongue, no teeth, and hollowing his cheeks out to glide up and down. Kris had to bite back a grin when Adam spoke, voice husky and awed, “Jesus Christ Kris, where the fuck-”
Adam cut himself off with a guttural moan, feeling that familiar warmth at the pit of his stomach, Kris needed to stop - it was way too damn early for Adam to come. He trailed a hand down the side of Kris’s face, momentarily rubbing at Kris’s bottom lip before reluctantly pulling out, simultaneously searching for the bottle of lube stuffed in between the mattress and railing with his free hand blindly.
Kris looked up at Adam curiously when he felt his mouth was empty, trying to catch his breath and looking up at the older man curiously - he hoped he hadn’t done something wrong. He sighed in relief when Adam sunk to his knees, something small that Kris couldn’t make it in one of his hands, before he felt warm, soft lips crush against his. He opened his mouth immediately, both of their tongues tangling in Kris’s mouth briefly.
Adam pulled away and lowered a bit, his attention diverted to Kris’s cock which obviously needed to be taken care of. He set the bottle down and immediately took it into his mouth, no warning, just swallowing Kris’s dick whole - the head hitting the back of his throat satisfyingly.
Kris’s hands found purchase in Adam’s hair, suddenly realizing how painfully hard he was and needing release. He bucked in surprise when he felt warm, slick fingertips against his ass, only slightly skeptical of what he knew might come. Kris tensed slightly then felt Adam’s mouth slide off of his cock to speak, voice soothing and throaty, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.” Kris nodded carefully, trying to maintain his breathing, and completely erased everything from his mind when his cock was sheathed in hot, wet heat once again.
Adam teased the younger man’s entrance, mouth still gliding along Kris’s cock, and slowly dipped one finger inside, feeling the ring of muscle tighten. He hummed in what he hoped to be reassurance and when he heard Kris inhale a shuddering breath, he slipped the finger in further, his own hips rising off of the floor involuntarily - imagining what his cock would feel like inside Kris.
Kris felt a second finger open him up and he grit his teeth at the pain briefly, before the discomfort morphed into pleasure. Blindingly satisfying pleasure and he rocked against Adam’s hand and mouth, a familiar warmth coiling in his gut. He felt the two fingers spread inside of him, curling, and Kris let out a loud, throaty moan when Adam hit a spot that Kris never knew could feel so damn good.
Slipping a third finger in Kris, he felt Kris tense and breathe out, voice pleading, “Oh fuck, Adam. More.” He pulled off of Kris’s cock, now completely focusing on fingering Kris, sliding him further to the edge and using his free hand to push Kris to lay on his back.
Kris slipped his hands back into thick, coarse hair when Ada, rose up slightly on his knees, shuddering and moaning as he felt a third finger enter him. His back arched and he groaned in pure desire, panting and writhing because he needed more. Kris realized he was speaking, the same few words escaping - unawares - repeatedly, “more” and “fuck” and “please” and “Adam.”
He watched Adam jerk his head up to meet Kris’s eyes, noticing what he was asking for. Adam hissed out a breath, words stumbling out of his mouth swiftly, “What do you want Kris? You have to tell me what you want.” He curled his fingers again, hitting Kris’s prostate and staring in amazement at the gorgeous man laid out before him.
Thoughts bounced around Kris’s mind. He was positive, but he wasn’t. He needed this, but he wasn’t sure how to ask for it. Hell, he didn’t even know what he wanted - he just knew he wanted something. Kris growled when Adam pulled his fingers out completely and he was surprised at how cold the loss made him feel, before Adam trailed his free hand that had been attached to Kris’s hip towards Kris’s jaw, rubbing his thumb against the younger man’s bottom lip.
Adam spoke up, voice again grating on worry and an unfiltered desire, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I just need to know…” He trailed off, eyes drifting down looking self-conscious and unsure.
Kris didn’t like Adam looking like that. Adam should never have to look like that again. He shook his head fiercely, and replied - voice completely wanting, “Adam.” When Adam’s eyes lifted back up to his he continued, mouth opening to let his tongue flick at Adam’s hand, “I want you to fuck me.”
He heard Adam inhale sharply, still staring at Kris, dark desire quickly covering his features before he responded, voice gruff, “Are you sure?” Kris found he couldn’t speak, instead sucking a few of Adam’s fingers into his mouth, loving the slick-sweat taste against his tongue.
Adam moaned and removed his fingers, once again reaching up towards his bunk to search for a condom. Upon feeling the package he quickly grabbed it and used his teeth to rip it open, before sliding it along his cock.
Kris sighed out a laugh, the sight of Adam touching himself just to put on a condom oddly mesmerizing and spoke, teasing yet still flushed with desire, “Do you invite guys to your bunk a lot? That’s kind of sad, ya know - you’d think Adam Lambert had better places to fu-”
A deep groan escaped his chest, effectively silencing him, when he felt the head of Adam’s long cock teasing his entrance as the older man replied, voice smug, “You were saying?”
Kris just shook his head and responded quickly, breathing erratic, “Fuck it.” He felt Adam slide into him more, muscles stretching uncomfortably whilst Adam spoke again, some of the smugness replaced with breathy desire, “That’s what I thought.”
He continued gliding into Kris, trying to restrain himself from sheathing himself completely in the younger man and fucking him senseless. Adam had wanted this for so damn long, countless dreams and fantasies all assaulting him at once and making it that much more difficult to keep his pace steady.
Kris grit his teeth and breathed in through his nose as the discomfort turned into pain - Adam was thick and long and Kris was trying to relax, he really was. He heard Adam speak up, voice dripping with concern and strain, “Breathe, honey. I promise it’ll get better.” Kris followed Adam’s order, steadying his breathing as much as possible, happy when his body followed suit and relaxed while the pain slowly fused into pleasure. But this time it was so much better than Adam’s fingers - because Adam was thick and long and Kris bucked against him, a silent gesture for Adam to move.
Adam moaned when Kris slid along his cock, completely blissed out that he was finally inside and he began rocking, one hand gripping tightly at Kris’s hip - sure to leave marks in his smooth, pale skin.
Kris moaned louder, keening and writhing as Adam’s thrusts gained speed, the slap of Adam’s balls against Kris’s ass the most prominent noise in the near quiet bus. This - this - was beyond words. A million and one emotions combined into one and they really should create another word for something like this, because ecstasy just didn’t cover it. Love, the word echoed in his head briefly before suddenly his hips were being lifted up and something soft was being slid under his lower back as he continued to rock against Adam - this newer angle hitting that sweet spot each and every time.
Adam grunted with each thrust and he was trying so hard to hold off his orgasm because he wanted Kris to finish first, he didn’t want to miss seeing Kris come completely undone right before his eyes. Because sweat was beading at the younger man’s brow, and his lower lip was caught between his own teeth, and his cock was stiff against his stomach, moisture glistening at the tip, and he was just…beautiful.
Kris felt heat. Heat and pleasure and desire all wrapped into one - starting at the tips of his toes and traveling upwards, small shocks stinging his body every chance they got. He was close, beyond close, and words were escaping his mouth, unintelligible and incoherent and creating some kind of symphony with the sounds coming from Adam.
“Shit, Adam,” Kris moaned out, repeating Adam’s name like a mantra - because he was so close, so close he was quaking with desire. He felt Adam reciprocate by wrapping his hand around Kris’s cock and set a rhythm to match the thrusts and god it was almost unbearable.
On the edge himself, Adam grunted, unaware as to how often he was moaning out Kris’s name and spoke up sensing how close Kris was, voice low and seductive, “Come for me, baby.”
Kris tensed and his back arched up as he let out a loud, long moan that was Adam’s name as he felt his orgasm escape him - waves of pure ecstasy crashing down on him repeatedly and he wasn’t aware of anything around him except for Adam. Even in this state he was completely aware of him, his scent, his voice and the feel of his cock still rocking inside him wildly. And it was at that moment, as he watched Adam come undone right before his eyes that he knew that this wasn’t the last time he would get to see this. It was the first of many.
Adam moaned loudly when Kris came, barely prolonging his release to watch Kris’s orgasm overtake him and something in the back of his mind would hold that image with him for the rest of his life, before he was filling Kris with his own seed, moaning out the younger man’s name long and low.
He continued rocking against Kris until both of them had come down from their high, smiling to himself when Kris whimpered as he slid out, catching his breath and gesturing for Kris to shift back into his bed before climbing in next to him - shutting the curtain in his wake.
Both of their chests rose and fell heavily and Adam realized they were unconsciously following the same pattern, the same rhythm. He was on his side staring at Kris who, in turn, was on his back staring up at the bunk above them.
Kris heard Adam speak up, breaking the silence, voice steady and once again unsure, but coated in admiration, “I love you, Kristopher Allen.” It wasn’t flirtation, it was honest to God adoration and Kris realized Adam was scared - that he had just thrown his heart out on the line and he waited on baited breath to see whether Kris would crush it or take it as his own, maybe even both.
His response was visceral, it echoed in his mind, surprised he could form any coherent thoughts so soon after his mind-blowing orgasm. Kris knew he’d loved Adam like a brother from day one, or at least that’s the kind of love he convinced himself he held for the older man. Even when he was with Katy. If he was being honest, that was part of the reason they divorced in the first place - but it wasn’t until now that he realized exactly why he couldn’t make her happy, make himself want her. He wanted Adam. Wanted him with a need so deep he couldn’t imagine ever leaving him - Kris knew his life had changed from this night forward, and he would not live a day where he’d go without Adam.
Adam held his breath impatiently, waiting for some form of response from Kris. Hell, he’d be glad to accept even Kris freaking out and running. Anything but the tense silence that resounded in the space around them.
Kris turned his head towards Adam, smile ghosting over his lips, and replied - voice sweet and saturated in love, “I love you too, Adam Lambert.” He watched tears gather in the corners of Adam’s eyes before Adam was leaning in, kissing him earnest and vigor - nothing like their shared kisses earlier. This spelled out love and commitment and loyalty and it was a silent promise that they would never leave each other, no matter the circumstances.
When Kris pulled back he realized his face was wet, but from the combined tears of Adam and his own. It was a moment he would never forget - the look on Adam’s face covered in so much content, so much love and relief, Kris felt his heart throb in agreement. This was beyond an obsession with Adam’s hair, this was an obsession for Adam himself. It wasn’t even an obsession really, it was an addiction - one that he’d hopefully always get enough of.
They lay there in comfortable silence for a few moments, both just drinking each other in, before Adam spoke, voice playful and teasing, “So. You have a hair fetish?” Grinning, Adam bent his head down to tuck it in Kris’s neck, once again letting his hair drift across the younger man’s cheek - and pulled back smirking when he felt a shiver roll through Kris.
Kris failed at trying to restrain his blush - was he really that obvious? He replied sheepish, moving his hand and laying it on Adam’s chest, “I thought I did - but I was wrong.” He watched Adam cock his head to the side, eyebrows scrunching together, kind of like an overgrown puppy before he continued, voice coated with love yet still teasing, “I have a Lambert fetish.”
Adam snorted, his heart stuttering internally at the comment, and responded with a wide grin, eyes glittering mischievously, “Don’t let Neil hear that - he’ll try and bend you over the next time he sees you.” He laughed when Kris inhaled sharply, eyes wide and kind of terrified when he replied, “I thought Neil was straight.”
He shrugged, not really thinking about his brother anymore, and still chuckling he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on Kris’s lips - soft and loving and pure devotion. Pulling back, he spoke an errant thought, surprisingly serious and maybe even a little worried, “What does this mean? Where do we go from here? Are you going to tell your parents - your fans? What-”
Bringing a finger to Adam’s lips, Kris shook his head slowly, not really sure of any of the answers, just of what he felt for the gorgeous man laid out next to him, “I love you Adam Lambert. I want to spend the rest of my life with you - the rest we will figure out when the time comes. For now, I want you to kiss me.”
A radiant smile jumped to Adam’s lips and he leaned in to kiss Kris deeply, savoring the flavor that he was eager to spend the rest of his life tasting. His mind couldn’t seem to wrap around Kris’s words just now, his heart beating in his chest wildly, and Adam couldn’t remember a time where he was happier.
Adam continued kissing Kris, tongues brushing and lips molding like they were made for each other and it wasn’t lust anymore, it was pure love - but like most things that were too good to be true, the moment was ruined when they heard a clang from the general vicinity of the front of the bus. Adam held his breath as he continued staring at Kris, the same look of confusion mirrored back at him. He strained to assess the commotion and find out what the hell was going on; there were low, throaty giggles - men’s voices.
His head snapped back towards the curtain that separated Kris and him from the rest of the world when he heard someone speak, someone that sounded a lot like Matt - kind of husky and full of…sex? “Danny. No one’s here, we’re fine babe.”
Adam turned his head towards Kris, whose jaw had dropped open as well and a horrified shiver danced through his spine when he heard low moans and groans echo around the bus.
Both the men stared at each other in complete disbelief, no clue what to do or where to go or whether they should make their appearance together or not. Adam thought about fleeing for a few long seconds before he was suddenly distracted by Kris and how open his mouth was. Wide, and enticing, and he could practically feel Kris’s tongue against his dick.
Oh, Adam Lambert was definitely in love with Kris Allen.
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He nodded fiercely into the kiss and almost whimpered when Adam pulled away, trailing kisses down Kris’s jaw, his neck, his chest - to the fine hairs right above his waistband. Kris watched Adam the entire way down, trying to remember to breathe, but this view just wasn’t helping because he could fucking see Adam’s dark hair and suddenly Adam was kneeling in between his knees and he was blowing against the crotch of Kris’s briefs.
Adam took the wet spot of cotton in between his lips, sucking the taste of Kris into his mouth while he slipped the piece of clothing down inch by inch. He smirked when Kris bucked against him in anticipation before finally removing them completely, sucking in a sharp breath at Kris’s glistening cock in front of him, the dim light only allowing him to make out the pre-come at the head.
Kris, by some power of God, found his voice and spoke up quickly, voice grating and needy, “Wait, Adam.” He regretted saying anything when he watched Adam’s head jerk up quickly, panic and fear evident in his eyes. Kris reached his hand out tentatively, cupping Adam’s jaw and continued, trying to reassure, “No. It’s not that. I want this. I just wanted to see you - wanted the lights on so I could watch.” A warmth flushed Kris’s cheeks and he smiled when Adam nodded and turned his head to kiss at Kris’s palm, tongue darting out quickly to taste the skin.
Adam stood up and turned around, walking a few steps away to flip the light on, and Kris found himself staring at his back - eyes trailing along his spine and landing on his ass. His jeans were hung kind of low, and Kris was surprised to find he really, really wanted to trail his tongue along the skin right above Adam’s waistband.
Kris was still staring when the light turned on and Adam turned around - and yes, he was so glad he asked for this. He could make out Adam completely now, lips red and swollen and dark, glittery eyes burning with raw desire. Kris kind of gasped when he realized Adam was in between his legs again, no clue of how he got there, but he found himself not caring in the slightest when he felt Adam’s tongue dart out, gathering the pre-come at Kris’s head.
He was overcome with the desire to thread his fingers into Adam’s warm, dark hair and pull, but barely controlled himself by gripping the mattress tightly. Adam had now taken the head of Kris’s cock between his lips and he was rubbing, teasing, waiting for Kris to break.
Kris bit his lip hard enough to break skin when Adam sucked roughly, still just at the head, rolling his tongue against and around the warm flesh. Kris’s hips wanted to jerk off the bed and fuck Adam’s mouth wildly, and when he ripped his gaze back down to the man in between his thighs, Kris hissed at the smirk on Adam’s lips.
“Fuck, Adam. Come on,” Kris grunted out, voice on the verge of begging, his hands shaking from the force in which he gripped the mattress. He watched Adam pull away, warm breath coating the skin of Kris’s dick when he breathed out a reply, wicked glint in his ocean-blue eyes, “I’m sorry Kristopher, was there something you wanted?”
Kris growled - now Adam was just being a tease. Figuring he didn’t have to restrain himself anymore, he ripped his hands away from the bed and forced them into Adam’s hair, moaning at the feel of the locks in between his fingers. Kris didn’t answer, instead scooting towards the edge of the bed slightly and reluctantly pulling one hand out of Adam’s hair to grab his own cock and rub the tip against Adam’s lips slowly.
He spoke fiercely, voice coming out surprisingly harsh and Adam shivered at the obvious command, “I want you to suck me off.” He heard Adam moan softly, before immediately taking Kris’s cock into his mouth fully, dragging his tongue along the underside of Kris’s shaft when he pulled back off.
Kris slipped his other hand back into Adam’s hair and gripped tightly, the pads of his fingers rubbing Adam’s scalp roughly. Adam had gone back down on Kris, setting a steady pace to match Kris’s ragged, sped up breathing, licking and sucking and using every trick and more that he’d used on Kris’s tongue earlier.
Kris let out a guttural moan when he looked down at Adam, cock heavy in his mouth, and swollen lips wet. He slid his left hand down Adam’s jaw to his lips, reveling in actually feeling what Adam was doing to his cock. Kris let out a gasp, which quickly morphed into a soft moan, when Adam’s mouth opened wider and sucked Kris’s thumb and index finger into his mouth along with his cock.
A sudden urge took Kris over; he needed to taste Adam’s mouth. Withdrawing his hand he sucked the two fingers that Adam had done the same to moments ago into his mouth, lapping at the taste of Adam and himself together.
When Kris felt Adam moan against his dick, his gaze snapped down to Adam’s eyes, dark and heady with lust. Adam lifted a hand, which had been fondling Kris’s balls, towards his chest, dragging it upwards and rubbing two of his own fingers against Kris’s lips, asking for entrance - still managing to keep up a steady rhythm with his mouth the entire time.
Kris parted his lips, curling his tongue around Adam’s fingers and sucking them into his mouth - dragging his teeth along the skin when Adam pulled them out. Then Kris felt cool hair hit his cock and he whimpered at the loss, wondering what the hell Adam was doing now. Adam had lifted onto his feet, crotch directly in front of Kris’s face, and was searching for something in the bunk above them.
Curiosity rolled through Kris and he felt his head lean forward and latch onto the metal button of Adam’s jeans, taking it into his mouth coppery and cool - surprisingly undoing it completely.
Adam distractedly stared down in pure awe, watching Kris take the zipper in between his teeth and drag it down before pulling back and looking up at Adam - the same emotion reflected back at him. Adam felt Kris hook his thumbs around his belt loops and tug him closer, before sliding the jeans off slowly. There was a question in Kris’s eyes and Adam just nodded because whatever Kris wanted he could have.
Kris pulled Adam’s pants off completely, not shocked in the least bit that he was wearing nothing underneath, and after Adam stepped out of them he just stared in amazement at how beautiful the man in front of him was. He heard Adam speak, voice shaky and kind of timid, “Kris.” He shook his head and leaned forward, licking at the pre-come glistening against the head of Adam’s cock carefully.
He was surprised at the taste, it wasn’t horrible, just unfamiliar - and kind of all together addictive. Kris leaned in again and repeated his ministrations, this time sucking the head into his mouth sharply. Hearing Adam moan in approval and the smack of what he thought to be Adam’s hands hitting the bed above them, he cautiously took the rest of Adam into his mouth, pausing to breath through his nose for a few seconds to relax his gag reflex, before dragging back upwards.
Kris had obviously never done this before, never had the desire to, but now he couldn’t imagine ever wanting something more in his life. Adam’s hair was fantastic and obviously a major turn on but this - this - was entirely different. And that made it all the more attractive.
He tried to copy Adam’s movements from earlier, tried to mimic what he liked, curling his tongue, no teeth, and hollowing his cheeks out to glide up and down. Kris had to bite back a grin when Adam spoke, voice husky and awed, “Jesus Christ Kris, where the fuck-”
Adam cut himself off with a guttural moan, feeling that familiar warmth at the pit of his stomach, Kris needed to stop - it was way too damn early for Adam to come. He trailed a hand down the side of Kris’s face, momentarily rubbing at Kris’s bottom lip before reluctantly pulling out, simultaneously searching for the bottle of lube stuffed in between the mattress and railing with his free hand blindly.
Kris looked up at Adam curiously when he felt his mouth was empty, trying to catch his breath and looking up at the older man curiously - he hoped he hadn’t done something wrong. He sighed in relief when Adam sunk to his knees, something small that Kris couldn’t make it in one of his hands, before he felt warm, soft lips crush against his. He opened his mouth immediately, both of their tongues tangling in Kris’s mouth briefly.
Adam pulled away and lowered a bit, his attention diverted to Kris’s cock which obviously needed to be taken care of. He set the bottle down and immediately took it into his mouth, no warning, just swallowing Kris’s dick whole - the head hitting the back of his throat satisfyingly.
Kris’s hands found purchase in Adam’s hair, suddenly realizing how painfully hard he was and needing release. He bucked in surprise when he felt warm, slick fingertips against his ass, only slightly skeptical of what he knew might come. Kris tensed slightly then felt Adam’s mouth slide off of his cock to speak, voice soothing and throaty, “Don’t worry, baby. I’ve got you.” Kris nodded carefully, trying to maintain his breathing, and completely erased everything from his mind when his cock was sheathed in hot, wet heat once again.
Adam teased the younger man’s entrance, mouth still gliding along Kris’s cock, and slowly dipped one finger inside, feeling the ring of muscle tighten. He hummed in what he hoped to be reassurance and when he heard Kris inhale a shuddering breath, he slipped the finger in further, his own hips rising off of the floor involuntarily - imagining what his cock would feel like inside Kris.
Kris felt a second finger open him up and he grit his teeth at the pain briefly, before the discomfort morphed into pleasure. Blindingly satisfying pleasure and he rocked against Adam’s hand and mouth, a familiar warmth coiling in his gut. He felt the two fingers spread inside of him, curling, and Kris let out a loud, throaty moan when Adam hit a spot that Kris never knew could feel so damn good.
Slipping a third finger in Kris, he felt Kris tense and breathe out, voice pleading, “Oh fuck, Adam. More.” He pulled off of Kris’s cock, now completely focusing on fingering Kris, sliding him further to the edge and using his free hand to push Kris to lay on his back.
Kris slipped his hands back into thick, coarse hair when Ada, rose up slightly on his knees, shuddering and moaning as he felt a third finger enter him. His back arched and he groaned in pure desire, panting and writhing because he needed more. Kris realized he was speaking, the same few words escaping - unawares - repeatedly, “more” and “fuck” and “please” and “Adam.”
He watched Adam jerk his head up to meet Kris’s eyes, noticing what he was asking for. Adam hissed out a breath, words stumbling out of his mouth swiftly, “What do you want Kris? You have to tell me what you want.” He curled his fingers again, hitting Kris’s prostate and staring in amazement at the gorgeous man laid out before him.
Thoughts bounced around Kris’s mind. He was positive, but he wasn’t. He needed this, but he wasn’t sure how to ask for it. Hell, he didn’t even know what he wanted - he just knew he wanted something. Kris growled when Adam pulled his fingers out completely and he was surprised at how cold the loss made him feel, before Adam trailed his free hand that had been attached to Kris’s hip towards Kris’s jaw, rubbing his thumb against the younger man’s bottom lip.
Adam spoke up, voice again grating on worry and an unfiltered desire, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I just need to know…” He trailed off, eyes drifting down looking self-conscious and unsure.
Kris didn’t like Adam looking like that. Adam should never have to look like that again. He shook his head fiercely, and replied - voice completely wanting, “Adam.” When Adam’s eyes lifted back up to his he continued, mouth opening to let his tongue flick at Adam’s hand, “I want you to fuck me.”
He heard Adam inhale sharply, still staring at Kris, dark desire quickly covering his features before he responded, voice gruff, “Are you sure?” Kris found he couldn’t speak, instead sucking a few of Adam’s fingers into his mouth, loving the slick-sweat taste against his tongue.
Adam moaned and removed his fingers, once again reaching up towards his bunk to search for a condom. Upon feeling the package he quickly grabbed it and used his teeth to rip it open, before sliding it along his cock.
Kris sighed out a laugh, the sight of Adam touching himself just to put on a condom oddly mesmerizing and spoke, teasing yet still flushed with desire, “Do you invite guys to your bunk a lot? That’s kind of sad, ya know - you’d think Adam Lambert had better places to fu-”
A deep groan escaped his chest, effectively silencing him, when he felt the head of Adam’s long cock teasing his entrance as the older man replied, voice smug, “You were saying?”
Kris just shook his head and responded quickly, breathing erratic, “Fuck it.” He felt Adam slide into him more, muscles stretching uncomfortably whilst Adam spoke again, some of the smugness replaced with breathy desire, “That’s what I thought.”
He continued gliding into Kris, trying to restrain himself from sheathing himself completely in the younger man and fucking him senseless. Adam had wanted this for so damn long, countless dreams and fantasies all assaulting him at once and making it that much more difficult to keep his pace steady.
Kris grit his teeth and breathed in through his nose as the discomfort turned into pain - Adam was thick and long and Kris was trying to relax, he really was. He heard Adam speak up, voice dripping with concern and strain, “Breathe, honey. I promise it’ll get better.” Kris followed Adam’s order, steadying his breathing as much as possible, happy when his body followed suit and relaxed while the pain slowly fused into pleasure. But this time it was so much better than Adam’s fingers - because Adam was thick and long and Kris bucked against him, a silent gesture for Adam to move.
Adam moaned when Kris slid along his cock, completely blissed out that he was finally inside and he began rocking, one hand gripping tightly at Kris’s hip - sure to leave marks in his smooth, pale skin.
Kris moaned louder, keening and writhing as Adam’s thrusts gained speed, the slap of Adam’s balls against Kris’s ass the most prominent noise in the near quiet bus. This - this - was beyond words. A million and one emotions combined into one and they really should create another word for something like this, because ecstasy just didn’t cover it. Love, the word echoed in his head briefly before suddenly his hips were being lifted up and something soft was being slid under his lower back as he continued to rock against Adam - this newer angle hitting that sweet spot each and every time.
Adam grunted with each thrust and he was trying so hard to hold off his orgasm because he wanted Kris to finish first, he didn’t want to miss seeing Kris come completely undone right before his eyes. Because sweat was beading at the younger man’s brow, and his lower lip was caught between his own teeth, and his cock was stiff against his stomach, moisture glistening at the tip, and he was just…beautiful.
Kris felt heat. Heat and pleasure and desire all wrapped into one - starting at the tips of his toes and traveling upwards, small shocks stinging his body every chance they got. He was close, beyond close, and words were escaping his mouth, unintelligible and incoherent and creating some kind of symphony with the sounds coming from Adam.
“Shit, Adam,” Kris moaned out, repeating Adam’s name like a mantra - because he was so close, so close he was quaking with desire. He felt Adam reciprocate by wrapping his hand around Kris’s cock and set a rhythm to match the thrusts and god it was almost unbearable.
On the edge himself, Adam grunted, unaware as to how often he was moaning out Kris’s name and spoke up sensing how close Kris was, voice low and seductive, “Come for me, baby.”
Kris tensed and his back arched up as he let out a loud, long moan that was Adam’s name as he felt his orgasm escape him - waves of pure ecstasy crashing down on him repeatedly and he wasn’t aware of anything around him except for Adam. Even in this state he was completely aware of him, his scent, his voice and the feel of his cock still rocking inside him wildly. And it was at that moment, as he watched Adam come undone right before his eyes that he knew that this wasn’t the last time he would get to see this. It was the first of many.
Adam moaned loudly when Kris came, barely prolonging his release to watch Kris’s orgasm overtake him and something in the back of his mind would hold that image with him for the rest of his life, before he was filling Kris with his own seed, moaning out the younger man’s name long and low.
He continued rocking against Kris until both of them had come down from their high, smiling to himself when Kris whimpered as he slid out, catching his breath and gesturing for Kris to shift back into his bed before climbing in next to him - shutting the curtain in his wake.
Both of their chests rose and fell heavily and Adam realized they were unconsciously following the same pattern, the same rhythm. He was on his side staring at Kris who, in turn, was on his back staring up at the bunk above them.
Kris heard Adam speak up, breaking the silence, voice steady and once again unsure, but coated in admiration, “I love you, Kristopher Allen.” It wasn’t flirtation, it was honest to God adoration and Kris realized Adam was scared - that he had just thrown his heart out on the line and he waited on baited breath to see whether Kris would crush it or take it as his own, maybe even both.
His response was visceral, it echoed in his mind, surprised he could form any coherent thoughts so soon after his mind-blowing orgasm. Kris knew he’d loved Adam like a brother from day one, or at least that’s the kind of love he convinced himself he held for the older man. Even when he was with Katy. If he was being honest, that was part of the reason they divorced in the first place - but it wasn’t until now that he realized exactly why he couldn’t make her happy, make himself want her. He wanted Adam. Wanted him with a need so deep he couldn’t imagine ever leaving him - Kris knew his life had changed from this night forward, and he would not live a day where he’d go without Adam.
Adam held his breath impatiently, waiting for some form of response from Kris. Hell, he’d be glad to accept even Kris freaking out and running. Anything but the tense silence that resounded in the space around them.
Kris turned his head towards Adam, smile ghosting over his lips, and replied - voice sweet and saturated in love, “I love you too, Adam Lambert.” He watched tears gather in the corners of Adam’s eyes before Adam was leaning in, kissing him earnest and vigor - nothing like their shared kisses earlier. This spelled out love and commitment and loyalty and it was a silent promise that they would never leave each other, no matter the circumstances.
When Kris pulled back he realized his face was wet, but from the combined tears of Adam and his own. It was a moment he would never forget - the look on Adam’s face covered in so much content, so much love and relief, Kris felt his heart throb in agreement. This was beyond an obsession with Adam’s hair, this was an obsession for Adam himself. It wasn’t even an obsession really, it was an addiction - one that he’d hopefully always get enough of.
They lay there in comfortable silence for a few moments, both just drinking each other in, before Adam spoke, voice playful and teasing, “So. You have a hair fetish?” Grinning, Adam bent his head down to tuck it in Kris’s neck, once again letting his hair drift across the younger man’s cheek - and pulled back smirking when he felt a shiver roll through Kris.
Kris failed at trying to restrain his blush - was he really that obvious? He replied sheepish, moving his hand and laying it on Adam’s chest, “I thought I did - but I was wrong.” He watched Adam cock his head to the side, eyebrows scrunching together, kind of like an overgrown puppy before he continued, voice coated with love yet still teasing, “I have a Lambert fetish.”
Adam snorted, his heart stuttering internally at the comment, and responded with a wide grin, eyes glittering mischievously, “Don’t let Neil hear that - he’ll try and bend you over the next time he sees you.” He laughed when Kris inhaled sharply, eyes wide and kind of terrified when he replied, “I thought Neil was straight.”
He shrugged, not really thinking about his brother anymore, and still chuckling he leaned in to place a chaste kiss on Kris’s lips - soft and loving and pure devotion. Pulling back, he spoke an errant thought, surprisingly serious and maybe even a little worried, “What does this mean? Where do we go from here? Are you going to tell your parents - your fans? What-”
Bringing a finger to Adam’s lips, Kris shook his head slowly, not really sure of any of the answers, just of what he felt for the gorgeous man laid out next to him, “I love you Adam Lambert. I want to spend the rest of my life with you - the rest we will figure out when the time comes. For now, I want you to kiss me.”
A radiant smile jumped to Adam’s lips and he leaned in to kiss Kris deeply, savoring the flavor that he was eager to spend the rest of his life tasting. His mind couldn’t seem to wrap around Kris’s words just now, his heart beating in his chest wildly, and Adam couldn’t remember a time where he was happier.
Adam continued kissing Kris, tongues brushing and lips molding like they were made for each other and it wasn’t lust anymore, it was pure love - but like most things that were too good to be true, the moment was ruined when they heard a clang from the general vicinity of the front of the bus. Adam held his breath as he continued staring at Kris, the same look of confusion mirrored back at him. He strained to assess the commotion and find out what the hell was going on; there were low, throaty giggles - men’s voices.
His head snapped back towards the curtain that separated Kris and him from the rest of the world when he heard someone speak, someone that sounded a lot like Matt - kind of husky and full of…sex? “Danny. No one’s here, we’re fine babe.”
Adam turned his head towards Kris, whose jaw had dropped open as well and a horrified shiver danced through his spine when he heard low moans and groans echo around the bus.
Both the men stared at each other in complete disbelief, no clue what to do or where to go or whether they should make their appearance together or not. Adam thought about fleeing for a few long seconds before he was suddenly distracted by Kris and how open his mouth was. Wide, and enticing, and he could practically feel Kris’s tongue against his dick.
Oh, Adam Lambert was definitely in love with Kris Allen.
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