Ignorance In Pieces (1/?)
Title: Ignorance in Pieces (1/?)
Author: adamissexable
Rating: Hard R language, thematic material NC 17 later
Pairing: Kradam
Summary: Unmistakably recognizable, his heart skipped several beats before his mind caught up to his body and he sighed the name softly - a question. “Kris.”
Disclaimer: Do not own these characters or their personalities, and even if I did I sure as hell wouldn't be sharing them.
Notes: First fanfic Kradam related, and first posted at livejournal. Con-crit welcomed!
Way, way down inside, Honey you need
I’m gonna give you every inch of my love
Gonna give you my love
Fantastic, Kris thinks sarcastically, once again shifting to accommodate the growing erection in the too tight pants Adam insisted he wear. Mentally swearing to never go shopping with Adam or Allison again, he felt his dick twitch. Adam’s name gets you off? So pathetic.
“Kristopher Allen,” Allison sang from her spot across the room where the 8 other idols resided - imitating their personal interpretations of Adam’s ‘Whole Lotta Love’ a little too enthusiastically.
A few days ago the group of Idols that weren’t performing got sick of being without anything to do backstage, and when Allison had bounced up in front of everyone randomly - dancing and mouthing the words to Lil’s ‘Single Ladies’, looking hilarious with her purple tipped locks bouncing around as she shook her head enthusiastically - the group had adopted the young girl’s idea as some form of tradition.
And that was only enforced when Adam had immediately got up and started dancing with her, popping his legs open, sticking his ass out and mimicking that ridiculous dance - in which Beyonce’s upper body rolled and vibrated in circles - perfectly. Except for the fact of course, that with him being Adam and needing to add his signature to everything he did - he added several hip thrusts, dropping his ass down and playfully bringing it back up on Allison’s side next to him. Allison threw her head back laughing, before she danced over to Kris, grabbing him by the arm and forcing him to join in. Kris had profusely declined a few times before Adam had him by the arm, slithering his way to the front of Kris, back facing him, and grinded his ass right into Kris’s crotch. The whole group had been thoroughly amused - Gokey and Sarver looking somewhat nauseous - but Kris’s face just flushed, ears bright red, and praying to God Adam wouldn’t realize how the lower half of Kris’s body was definitely enjoying Adam’s movements.
That image in his mind, Kris was forced to shift again quickly, spreading his legs and clasping his hands together, before situating them carefully between his semi hard-on - trying not to make contact with it. Mentally, he willed the bulge to go away - thinking about everything from the old Italian woman that had recently tried to tongue him at a meet and greet to Danny Gokey naked. Kris shuddered, assuming the visual had done the trick. And at first it did - he felt himself going soft - but then he heard Adam hit a particularly high note, that morphed into a moan in Kris’s mind, before continuing to belt out lines that had Kris’s dick straining once again.
Baby, baby, baby, yeah
Ohhhh
I wanna be your back door man
I wanna be your back door man
The ‘back door man’ seemed to echo inside his head, completely twisting the words in his dirty mind, as they traveled down his body and rested themselves in Kris’s lower stomach - poking and prodding, not helping his case of blue balls. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Yeah, he’d gotten turned on by Adam before, but it was only when Adam walked out of the shower naked once - rivulets of water sliding down his chest He wanted to drag his tongue along the moist trail the drops left behind and into the blonde hairs below his hips - claiming he’d forgotten a towel. Kris had just stared at Adam for a few seconds, refusing to let his eyes wander too far south; watching him walk to bend over God, he had such a nice ass. Tight and firm and he could just picture himself squeezing it. Ah, shut up Kris and grab a towel from the floor next to his bed. He had quickly averted his gaze before Adam could catch him oogling, and leaned over to pick up his guitar, placing it in his lap to cover his very prominent erection as he strummed away at chords randomly.
At the time he’d just propped the reaction into the sexual frustration category and never really questioned it much. Kris was afraid if he’d stopped and actually took it into consideration he might find something out that he wasn’t sure he was ready for.
Kris jumped back into reality when he heard Allison calling his name again, this time louder and dragging out the end into a long, loud, high-pitched note; it would have been funny had she not sounded exactly like the man Kris was avoiding. He shook his head, trying and failing to clear it of anything Lambert related, before calling out a response - wincing when it came out low and husky, “Sorry, what did you want?”
Allison took a few seconds before answering; her brows were scrunched together, expressive eyes just staring into his. They were intense and probing, and she looked like she was trying to figure something out.
The rest of the group hadn’t even noticed the exchange between the two as they continued to mimic how they imagined Adam to be performing. Danny had his iphone in his hands, and he was lip syncing to Adam’s rendition of Life on Mars, failing horribly when he tried to imitate the hip roll at ‘It’s the freakiest show.” The entire group bursted with laughter when a loud popping noise resonated throughout the room; Danny immediately dropping to his knees, his hand wrapped around his right hip.
Kris wondered why nobody had checked to see if he was alright when he realized that Danny had tears in his eyes and was gasping in lungfuls of air trying to quiet his laughter. Megan’s head was tucked into Anoop’s neck and she was giggling uncontrollably as Anoop just shook his head, a smirk prominent on his lips. Matt and Michael were turning blue from lack of oxygen and they both clutched at their stomachs, soundless laughter rolling out of them. Poor Scott was just smiling, oblivious to the situation, his brother Todd trying to explain the scenario and failing - as every time he opened his mouth he erupted in bouts of laughter. Allison had been momentarily distracted as she turned her attention back to Kris, her dark eyes twinkling with amusement and a wide, warm grin on her lips.
“Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris, Kris,” she trilled loudly a wicked glint flashing in her brown eyes before she pranced across the room and grabbed him by the arm. “Come dance with us,” her purple tipped hand tugging at his limb teasingly. “I’ve seen how you watch Adam perform the Bowie medley. You probably know it by heart.”
“Alli,” Kris flushed red when he noticed not only had he been caught, but he also just whined like a 2 year-old. He did in fact know the performance by heart, but there was no way he could even attempt to simulate Adam’s movements - massive boner or not.
Let’s sway,
While the color lights up your face,
Let’s sway-ay-ay,
Sway through the crowd to an empt-y space.
Yeah, yeah.
Kris tried not to picture what he and Adam would do in an empty space, instead scurrying in his mind to find an excuse not to participate. He wasn’t sure exactly how well the bulge in his pants would go over with the others, not to mention he didn’t want to completely embarrass himself trying to move like Adam could, either.
“It’s just,” he stuttered half-heartedly, “I’m trying to rest my voice. My throat’s been a little itchy since the performance in Jersey.” It was a horrible lie - not only for the fact that the last Jersey performance was 8 days ago, but also he’d been singing just fine - and everyone knew it, but he attempted to disregard the suggestive cough Matt administered loudly from across the room anyways. Everyone knew Adam and Kris had ended up drinking a bit too much in the after-show hype after that performance. Kris was drinking to erase his failure of a marriage from his mind, and his confusion about the sudden attraction towards his glittery, gorgeous best friend whilst said best friend accompanied to make sure Kris didn’t get too fucked up. Adam assured him nothing had happened, but seeing as they stayed out all night and didn’t return until dawn, he was having trouble convincing the other idol stars the same. Maybe with the way you’ve been acting lately…not to mention the complete hard on you’ve got from listening to his voice, they have good reason not to believe you. Pull yourself together Kris.
Kris turned his attention back to the flaming red head in front of him who - to his surprise - had his jaw in her hand, forcing him to lock eyes with her. The look in them suggested she’d just had a revelation of some sort, but was quickly replaced with playfully sad, wide eyes cast downward. A frown was forming on her lips, and she lifted her finger to wipe a fake tear from the corner of her eye, before raising her eyes to meet his again. They were glistening. How the hell did she do that?
“Iraheta, don’t make that face, you know I can’t resist that face,” he groaned and threw a hand over his eyes - keeping one hand covering his crotch - closing them briefly as he leaned his head against the back of the couch and counted to five slowly in his head. He moved his hand, and opened his eyes - immediately regretting the action.
Her eyes had grown infinitesimally larger, and her bottom lip quivered. “C’mon Krissy, you don’t even have to talk. You just looked so lonely.” Allison drew out the word lonely, and he hoped he’d imagined her eyes flicking downwards to his barely concealed crotch. Kris tried to cover his rising blush by scolding her for using that name - she knew he hated it -but she continued in an even lower voice, her expression replaced with a smirk, “I know you want him, but pouting when he’s not around is unacceptable.”
“What…I…No, you’ve got it all…,” Kris spluttered, failing to defend himself properly. He let his head fall forward, his free hand rubbing his eyes then sifting through his hair. How the hell does she know? I don’t even know what’s going with him and me, yet she has whatever IT is all figured out. Hold on, she can’t be saying that I actually WANT him. I know I’ve wanted him but not actually WANTED him. He tried to get the confusing and redundant thoughts out of his head by concentrating instead on the noises surrounding him. It worked for a few seconds, before he heard Adam singing his version of ‘Mad World’, feeling an unfamiliar tug in his chest. He needed to get out of the room, somewhere where he couldn’t hear Adam performing.
Kris stood up suddenly, forgetting Allison was in front of him, and quickly grabbed her arms to prevent her falling backwards. Unfortunately, the action of Kris latching on to Allison caused his crotch to appear in all it’s bulging glory. He quickly released Allison, and tried to cover the problem with his hands in a nonchalant manner. It was too late though, as Allison’s own hand jumped to her mouth, failing to stifle a giggle - her eyes glittering with awkward amusement. Kris was humiliated and all he could do was be thankful as her figure blocked his crotch from the rest of the group - who probably wouldn’t have noticed anyhow as they had quit doing the impressions and begun telling each other jokes.
Allison interrupted the extremely mortifying moment, her eyes teasing him with
laughter as she whispered, “You should probably get outta here.”
Kris took half a second to nod appreciatively then he was out the door, his feet taking him somewhere more private hopefully. He wouldn’t think about anything that happened in the past twenty minutes until he fixed the problem that throbbed in his jeans. Kris had about half an hour until he had to prepare for his set; and he planned on putting every second of that time to good use.
Adam’s adrenaline was pumping furiously, the tiny sparks buzzing throughout his bloodstream as he descended on the lift, head thrown back, right arm cast in the air, and hips jutted slightly forward. The last note he hit had been so insanely high he couldn’t find his voice to trill out his usual, “Thank you (insert city here - which happened to be Hartford, or at least he thought so).” He didn’t really pay that any mind though, because according to the screams of the crowd it was a sin for him to leave the stage in the first place. He fucking rocked it up there, and the pure seduction of his own damn movements turned him on. Well maybe the reason they loved you is because you damn near moaned out loud every time you rubbed the infamous ‘glambulge’ against the mic stand. He almost regretted wearing tight pants for once, but then immediately dismissed the idea. He looked too damn good in them, and besides, the crowd loved it. Well - the ones that were worth his attention at least.
Before the lift had even reached the ground though, he was being assaulted by half a dozen backstage members. “Adam, where’s Kris,” one of the workers - Nadine, he thought - blurted so fast he barely caught it. She kept rising up on her toes to peer behind him, obviously anxious.
“How should I know, I’ve been performing this whole time,” he replied in a ‘no shit’ tone. Adam knew he was being, for lack of a better term - a diva, but the whole sexual frustration thing just wasn’t going to fly. He needed an empty room to jack off in, a hot man to jack him off (he tried not to think of the particular brown haired, chocolate-eyed man he really wanted), or an ice cold shower to rid of his need to jack off. And seeing as he was currently backstage nothing but stuffy closets and straight men, he didn’t see any of his wishes coming true anytime soon.
For a few seconds however, his mind wandered - considering the idea of using one of those closets, before mentally reprimanding himself. Adam Lambert doesn’t jack off in dirty, musty closets - hell, Adam Lambert rarely jacks off at all. People do it for him. Ha, except for the dozen times you jacked off pretending it was Kris between your knees, swallowing when you came.
The group of people barely seemed to notice his mood and appearance - or the fact that he’d been lost in his thoughts - regardless. If he wasn’t totally fighting a massive boner he might just find all of their frantic, frazzled expressions comical. “Well if you find him, let us know.” The small group had turned around and darted off in different directions before Adam could respond.
He nodded his head anyways, lazily clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth out of boredom, and headed to where he thought he’d originally directed his feet to go - his dressing room. However, when he passed the hallway that took him there, he realized he was wondering around aimlessly about the venue. Truth be told, he was fighting concern and anxiety - Kris never goes off on his own, and even if he does he doesn’t stay gone long. What the fuck? You so don’t have time for this, you have to change, and redo your make up, and hair… Adam Lambert doesn’t worry about shit; he’s perfectly calm and collected at all times. Except when it comes to the man you love. Oh, shit. Love? Forget it, just breathe.
Adam chose to ignore the rest of the thoughts in his head and continued pacing around the place, without a clue as to where Kris could have gone to. Kris only had about - Adam reached into his back pocket out of habit to check his phone - before remembering he doesn’t take his phone on stage. Well, no shit. Adam patted his back pocket though anyways just for good measure, realizing that it wasn’t empty after all. He removed the object curiously and glanced at it. Oh, right. He’d forgotten about the fan who had cleverly attached a miniature parachute to a bottle of - he read the label - Maximus before launching it onto the opposite side of the stage. This would be fanfuckingtastic if you actually had a use for the damn stuff. His mind taunted him, you haven’t fucked anyone but yourself since you fell in love with that home-grown Christian boy like a helpless fourteen year old fan-girl. He once again brushed off the thoughts rambling about in his mind, and removed the piece of paper attached to the back of his favorite lubricant. It read, ‘Hoping you enjoy, if you need a place to use it give me a call’ and left a number and name.
Adam tucked both the note and the lube back into his pocket - maybe if the sexual frustration didn’t work itself out he’d give this chick a call. Who knows? He might like taking a dip in the vagina pool again. It’s not like his dick was just attracted to ass - he just preferred the tighter feeling of the ass muscles constricting against him as he dug deeper and deeper finding that one spot…Ah hell. So not helping the whole ‘Adam needs to be fucked senseless’ thing.
He was pulled out of his thoughts as he heard faint noise up ahead. He picked up his pace, boots hitting the floor harder, as the sounds continued to grow in volume. His shoes made that really annoying high-pitched, skidding sound when he heard familiar lyrics from behind a door up ahead. He could have sworn it was - but no - who would be listening to his shitty old demos in a deserted closet on the opposite side of the building.
Ravage me,
Take your time,
Swallow me,
Glamorize.
The music was muffled, and the more prominent noises were that of skin slapping skin and obscene, dirty moans. Well what the fuck am I supposed to do now? It couldn’t have been a fan, there’s no way someone could have gotten past security, and besides what kind of fan skips a concert they paid money for to jack off and/or fuck in an empty closet? Adam debated on whether to turn around or knock on the door to find out who the hell it was, when the thing he heard next decided for him.
It was his own name, elongated in a guttural moan, and in an all too familiar voice. Unmistakably recognizable, his heart skipped several beats before his mind caught up to his body, and he sighed the name softly - a question.
“Kris.”