The Things You Do For Love
Title: The Things You Do For love
Author: adamissexable
Summary: Kristopher needs help.
Disclaimer: Don’t own, if I did I’d probably flail to death.
Pairing: Kradam, implied Kraty, and a bit of Adam/Katy at the end
Rating: R for sexualness and language
Notes: Pretty sure this is pyrosgf 's fault again. I <3 that bench. PWP, really. Posted in two parts because I fail at keeping things short.
Warning: Uhhh. *Mild* sexytimes?
Might consider a sequel depending on you guys’ reaction.
Enjoy!
“Hey Kris, you seen the latest scandal the paps have put me up to?” Adam barges through the apartment door, throwing a magazine next to Kris on the couch as he heads towards the kitchen.
Kris picks up the magazine, smirking at the title ‘Idol Star: Is his gay just a façade?’ and the giant picture of Adam locked in a lazy, detached kiss with some girl at what looked to be a club. It’s not the first time Kris had seen something like this, Adam was newly single and apparently not opposed to doing a bit of exploring.
“Could have at least pretended to seem interested in the kiss, you’ve got a rep to live up to ya know?” He grinned, throwing the magazine onto the coffee table in front of him and turning to find Adam.
He caught Adam’s ass, bent over to dig through the refrigerator before returning with two beers. “Oh?”
Kris flushed, knowing he was caught with the gleam in Adam’s eye as he turned around. They did this a lot. A give and take, sometimes Kris caught Adam admiring him from afar (or near, Adam really had next to no boundaries) and others Kris was caught staring at Adam’s ass, or chest, or eyes, or crotch; Kris cut himself off. It was platonic. It was unspoken, Adam too full of himself to only notice at a rare occasion, in which he just smirked, and Kris too chicken shit to even contemplate thinking about it.
“And what rep would that be?”
Kris had almost forgot they were conversing, quickly gathering thoughts to reply with a cocky grin as Adam walked over and handed him a beer before falling onto the couch next to him. “Well I don’t want to offend you or anything, but you do have a bit of a slutty reputation.”
Adam punched his arm lightly, jaw open and the hint of an amused grin. “Did you just call me a slut?”
Kris returned a lazy smile, nodding.
Scoffing, Adam shook his head and popped the cap off his beer with the edge of the table, scrunching his face in distaste when he brought it to his lips. “Ugh, how the hell did you drink this shit?” He set it back down on the table and turned his blue eyes back to Kris. “You,” he poked Kris in the chest, “don’t even know what a slut is.”
Kris tilted his head to the side, grin falling as his expression turned to one of confusion. “And how do you reckon that?”
Adam snorted at Kris’s words choice; his southern roots were adorable. “You are married to the girl you lost your virginity too. And unless there’s something Katy and I don’t know about you, you haven’t an idea the definition of a slut.”
Kris reached for the remote and flipped the television off before turning back to Adam, irked at the assumption. “Even if you were right, and you aren’t, I wouldn’t need to know the proper definition of a slut to know the general idea.”
Adam flashed a wide grin, his eyes glowing with amusement at the younger man’s naivety. “And how do you reckon that,” he replied in a drawl, failing miserably at mimicking Kris.
Kris just shook his head pitifully. “Because the general idea of a slut,” he leaned in closer to Adam, lowering his voice like it was a secret, “is sitting right next to me.” He let out a laugh, and bent down to pop the cap of his beer off with Adam’s belt. Pulling back up, Kris winked, still chuckling at Adam’s shock.
Adam seemed to straighten his composure, only briefly deterred by Kris Allen’s being a cocktease again. “I’m in awe, Kristopher. I’m no slut and no more blow jobs for you.”
“Who’s getting a blow job?”
Adam turned to see Katy stride into the room, eyes bright and looking amazing as usual. “Not your husband.”
Katy just snorted and grabbed her purse from the table, used to the familiar banter between the two. As far as she was concerned, or hoped, it posed no real threat and this was just Adam being Adam. “Oh.” She turned towards Kris. “No more blow jobs for you.”
She laughed at how his expression fell, not sure whether to take her seriously, and walked over to sweep a kiss on Adam’s forehead over the back of the couch, then do the same with Kris. “You two be good while I’m gone.” Katy sent a significant glance at Adam. “Remember, no blow jobs.”
Adam nodded seriously; he loved Katy, he really did. He watched her retreating figure out the door before continuing their earlier conversation, slightly sobered. “I haven’t been with that many people, have I?”
Kris’s face softened, smiling, avoiding the question, “You just need to settle down with someone, Adam.” He took a swig of his beer, before setting it down and reaching a hand to clasp Adam’s shoulder in a comforting gesture.
Adam closed his eyes and laid his head back against the couch, the hand at his shoulder warm and familiar. “I know. It’s just since Drake…”
Kris cut him off abruptly and Adam snapped his eyes open at the fierce tone and squeeze of the hand near his neck. “I don’t want to even fucking hear his name.”
Adam realized Kris was shaking, the sudden change in emotion leaving him damn near speechless. He knew Kris didn’t like Drake, but he never really contemplated Kris’s reaction to their nasty break up to be beyond that.
He grabbed Kris’s hand on his shoulder, noting the fury that flickered in Kris’s eyes. Adam shifted slightly, enough to pull Kris off the back of the couch and wrap him in an embrace. He’d never get tired of how Kris seemed to fit him perfectly, every centimeter of their bodies aligned. Adam dipped his head into Kris’s neck, inhaling lightly.
Kris wasn’t sure what to make of his suddenly being wrapped up in Adam. He tried to calm down, focusing on the warm breath at his neck, trying to keep his body reactions in check. When he cooled down enough, he pulled away and looked into Adam’s worried eyes, “I’m sorry. He was just out of his mind to cheat on you like that.”
Adam’s eyes relaxed a bit, choosing not to rehash old emotions with a wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about it, Kris. It’s over with. I’m fine.” He wasn’t and they both knew it, but Adam was thankful Kris didn’t respond anyhow.
They sat in an uncomfortable silence, a rarity between the two. Kris tried to disguise his sudden nervousness by grabbing his beer and taking a long swig, choking on it in the process.
Adam broke the silence, laughing as he patted Kris’s back until Kris resurfaced, eyes watering and still coughing.
When he could breathe again, Kris set his beer back down and attempted at a conversation. “So…how was your day?”
Adam just gave him a funny look, like he’d grown an extra head. “It’s like, three, Kris. On our day off. I woke up about an hour ago and came straight here. There was an accident a few blocks down if that’s what you’re getting at.” He trailed off, knowing Kris would speak what he needed to when he was ready.
Kris flushed, trying to summon the balls to speak the…predicament he’d discovered last night.
Katy lingered over his form, bare chest pressed against his, coaxing words into the shell of his ear. “C’mon baby, just say it.”
He flushed, hands dropping from the skin at her hips to fidget with the comforter. “I can’t Katy…it’s too,” Kris scrunched his face at the thought, “weird.”
She sighed heavily into his ear, deciding to try a different tactic. With a flick of her wrist, she stroked upwards on his length. “Say it Kristopher, or you won’t be coming tonight.”
Kris groaned, jaw falling slack and licking his lips. “Okay. I w-want…to…f..fuu. Ugh, Katy just do it already, I can’t say it.”
Katy squeezed the base of his dick, earning a hiss and bent to suck on Kris’s lower lip before replying, “It’s not that hard, Kris. We’ll even start simple, repeat after me. I want to fuck you.”
Kris felt warmth at his cheeks and just shook his head, deciding evasion was the best option. “How about we stop talking and start doing?” He smiled a cheeky grin at her, knowing she couldn’t resist and gave a light tap to her ass.
Katy yelped above him, hanging her head, before deftly stroking his cock a few times. “Fine, you win. But next time…” She slithered down his body a bit, rose to her knees and aligned herself to sink slowly down his cock with a sigh. “Next time, you will talk dirty to me.”
Kris just nodded, rocking into her bounces and dug fingernails back into her hips with a grunt.
Kris brought himself back into reality, shifting slightly because yes, his wife was naked in his little memory, and looked at Adam whose mouth was forming a slight frown. He restrained himself from running his thumb along Adam’s lips to fix it. “Well…last night. Katy and I…she wants me to, well…”
“Dirty talk?” Adam interrupted with a wide smirk continuing at Kris’s frazzled look, “Gay best friend remember?”
Kris just nodded, somewhat reluctantly, fighting down a flush. “I’m going to have to talk to her about that,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.
“Don’t even, I’ve seen you naked. Hell, I’ve caught you jacking off.” He tried not to keep the image in his mind too long, it was entirely accidental, but he couldn’t say that visual didn’t star in his fantasies. “I think I can aid in your sex life. That’s what best friends are for right?” Adam suppressed his mirth by reaching down and taking a sip of his horribly flat beer.
Kris chuckled, shaking his head. “I’ve yet to find a straight friend that has aided in my sex life. None of the guys I know would be willing to teach me how to dirty talk.” He stumbled on the last few words, blushing brightly and reaching out to grab his beer as well, draining the remainder of it with a grimace.
Adam just laughed, bringing his feet up on the couch and turning to face Kris completely. “They weren’t comfortable with their sexuality, then. I, on the other hand, would love to teach you how to dirty talk.” He winked and continued to muse, “Though I’m a bit rusty at speaking straight…”
Kris shook his head at Adam’s flamboyant nature, wry smile on his lips. He rose to head towards the kitchen for another beer, because he was going to need more alcohol if this was going to happen. “You just want to teach me so you can use the image of me naked, whispering obscene things in Katy’s ear, in whatever fantasy you use to get off to later.”
Adam let out a sarcastic chuckle from the couch, trying not to let that exact thing in his mind. “Oh, Kristopher. You have a lot to learn if that’s the best you got.”
Kris reached into the fridge to grab two beers and returned to the couch, keeping both for himself when Adam rejected his offer. He popped the top off of one with the edge of the table this time and took a drink before shaking his head. “All right, Lambert. Let’s see what you’ve got then.”
Adam grinned wickedly, pondering how to start this off, figuring the best way was to just break the ice and dive in head first. “Okay, let’s give you incentive to get this done quickly. I’m going to give you a phrase, you are to repeat exactly after me. No beating around the bush. If you fuck up, well, I’ll enjoy it - you might not.” He didn’t mention how he really hoped Kris enjoyed it as well.
Upon seeing Kris’s blank look Adam continued, rolling his eyes. “The phrases will start off easy, simple - along with the ‘punishments’.” His voice reflected his sarcasm at the last word, laughing at Kris’s obvious realization, “You won’t know what I’m going to say, or do, and the phrases will get dirtier each time you succeed, which means how I…interact with you is going to get…dirtier too.”
Kris blanched, mind spinning so fast he couldn’t think straight. Except yes, his body approved and no, it shouldn’t have. His throat felt dry, he couldn’t scratch words out, instead just shaking his head.
Adam smiled, mocking when he trilled. “Don’t even try to make a case for yourself, Katy approved of this completely. You can even call and ask her if you don’t trust me.”
Kris could just shook his head again, he’d always trust Adam and wouldn’t put it past Katy to humiliate him like this.
Adam continued, trying not to laugh at the expression on Kris’s face. He couldn’t even describe it. “And don’t worry, I won’t try to suck your dick or rim you or anything. Unless you want me to of course.” He winked suggestively, trying to joke, even though he was willing to do exactly that and so much more.
Kris choked on his mouthful of beer again, more from shock or desire he wasn’t sure. He felt a hand hitting his back and he took the time to breathe before poorly masking his reason for inhaling the liquid. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
Kris was pleased to see that Adam was slightly taken aback. “Yeah, won’t this like, I don’t know, be hard on you or something.” He gestured frantically at every place in his proximity except for the bulge in Adam’s tight leather pants Kris was trying not to stare at.
It took a second before Adam realized what the hell Kris was talking about and he grit his teeth quickly, trying to keep his tone light and playful. “Get over yourself, Allen. You’re like, last year’s fuck. Without the ‘fuck’ part.” He chuckled nervously, hoping Kris didn’t catch the lie.
Kris, oblivious as always, only seemed offended and cocked an arrogant grin “I’m not last year’s anything. You should really respect your superiors, ya know?”
Adam scoffed. “Superiors? Please, honey.”
Kris shook his head, smug smile still intact and pointed to himself, “American Idol Season 8 Champion remember?” He lifted his beer to his lips, frowning when the sip was the last of the bottle.
Adam leaned forward and snatched the bottle away quickly, smirking, “Says the two-beer-queer.”
“Is that even politically correct, with you being, I don’t know, queer and all.” No, Kris Allen is not a lightweight, but apparently he loses his filter after two beers.
Adam snorts and just leans over Kris’s legs to grab the other beer bottle, bringing it down to pop the cap off on his belt buckle. He can feel Kris’s eyes on his hands so he lingers there, dipping one hand in on his crotch innocently while the other brings the bottle to his mouth to take a swig of the beer.
He hands the beer back to Kris, faking naivety when Kris’s eyes linger at the lip of the bottle two seconds too long. “Something tells me you’re going to need this. Don’t get all excited though, it’s your last. If you’re trashed through this whole thing, you won’t retain any information.”
Kris’s jaw is slightly slack and he nods his head absentmindedly, grabbing the beer, without a clue what he’s getting himself into.
Adam clears his throat, flickering his gaze around the room, nervous and trying to figure out where to start. He looks down to his lap and fidgets with the hem of his shirt.
His eyes are drawn upwards when Kris chuckles. “You’re nervous aren’t you?”
Adam rolls his eyes halfheartedly, quickly removing his hand. “Adam Lambert doesn’t get nervous.”
“So you can pull stripper moves in front of hundreds of thousands of people, have pictures of your tongue down boyfriends’ throats spread like wildfire on the net, and admit to Rolling Stone that yes, you have eaten a girl out, but you can’t teach me how to dirty talk? How is that even possible?” Kris didn’t realize exactly what he’d said until a good ten seconds after the fact and yes, his alcohol tolerance was questionable.
Adam decides to evade. “Once again, I do not get nervous.”
Kris laughs, shakes his head and points blindly towards the kitchen. “Second cabinet from the right.”
Adam takes the offer without a word, quickly rushing over to the kitchen, opening the cabinet, and pulls a massive bottle of Sky Vodka out. He considers asking for a shot glass, but then brushes the idea away. Adam can handle his liquor and knows his limit.
He returned to the couch and sat back down, curling his feet under him. Taking a quick swig, he grimaced at the fire that licked down to his stomach before murmuring a “thanks” and ignoring Kris’s smirk.
Adam coaxes himself to relax, takes a few seconds to get his mind in order before deciding to start off easily. As easy as possible, an excuse to assure Kris doesn’t fail at first, thus giving Adam the time to drink a bit more before being forced to perform a punishment of any sort. “Okay. We’re going to start off easy. Words. You’ve said them before so this won’t be difficult.”
Kris nods, taking a tiny sip from his beer, trying to make it last.
“Repeat after me.”
“Okay, this doesn’t have to be second grade again, Lambert. You are having way too much fun with this.” Kris rolls his eyes and hides behind his nerves.
Adam quirks a sympathetic smile that quickly turns mocking. “Yes I am, and I’m pretty sure second graders would get put in time out for repeating the things I’m about to say.”
“I’d really like to get this over with before the alcohol leaves my system, so can we speed this up?” Kris speaks, slightly irked at Adam’s reflexive comebacks.
Adam just keeps smiling, feeling better that Kris was as nervous as he was. “Fuck.”
Kris rolled his eyes and repeated the word absentmindedly. He used it in everyday context; this could turn out to be easy after all.
“Cock.” Adam let the word roll off his tongue slowly, just trying to test Kris’s reaction. He read a quick flash of something foreign in Kris’s eyes before the word was said.
Adam nodded. This was too easy. “Cunt.”
Kris laughed, only flushing slightly when Adam glared at him. “Sorry, I can expect words like ‘fuck’ and ‘cock’ from you, but ‘cunt’? Didn’t ever think I’d see the day.” He flashed a crooked grin, completely unapologetic.
“Pussy.” Adam continued, trying not to let the array of words Kris had just used in one sentence rot his brain. He shifted only slightly, taking a swig from the bottle and chastising himself for not wearing looser pants.
He waited a few seconds for Kris to respond. Watching him open then close his mouth without a sound. Adam felt a smile creep up to his lips and he leaned forward only slightly to repeat the word, softer. “Say it, Kris. Pussy.”
Kris flushed brightly and stalled by sipping his beer. He went to open his mouth and shut it quickly, feeling awkward about the entire situation. “It’s just too weird, Adam.”
Adam chuckled. “I’m your best friend, Kris. There’s no one else here and if you can’t say this one word, then you’re really going to be fucked later. Now just say it, or you’ll make things worse for yourself and I’ll have to punish you.” He didn’t mention that he’d really like to punish Kris, instead just placing a hand on his knee.
Kris almost flinched at the contact, it wasn’t strange, he just didn’t expect the…sudden heat the action brought. Maybe it was just the beers talking. He shook his head and took a deep breath before forcing the word out through his teeth. “Pussy.”
“Alright,” Adam bit his lip to keep from laughing and squeezed Kris’s knee in approval, “Let’s move on to actual phrases.”
Taking another small sip of his beer, Kris grimaced at the wicked glint in Adam’s eye. If he couldn’t handle a few words now, how the fuck was he supposed to handle full phrases.
Adam tilted his head to the side, locking his eyes on Kris’s and smirking at the mixture of emotions reflecting back at him. “I want to fuck you.”
It took a few seconds longer than it should have for Kris to make any movement, his eyes were glued to Adam’s lips, the way the words rolled off of his tongue, the emotion behind them. “I want…”
Adam shook his head at Kris’s reluctance, still smirking, and slid his hand up Kris’s thigh, dragging his nails along the denim lightly.
Kris bit back a gasp and willed himself to continue, closing his eyes and stumbling over the words quickly, “Iwanttofuckyou.” His eyes jerked open in surprise when Adam’s hand continued to travel further up his thigh until he met Kris’s hip.
“It’s pointless unless you mean it. Here, close your eyes.” Adam found he wasn’t nervous any longer, his familiar confidence taking place as he watched Kris close his eyes reluctantly. “Imagine Katy’s underneath you, cheeks flushed and moaning your name. You’re so painfully hard you can’t think straight and you can practically feel your cock taking place of your fingers, slick with her come and sliding in and out of her warmth.”
Adam hadn’t realized he’d gravitated closer to Kris as he spoke, voice husky and crooning the words now a few inches away from Kris’s ear. He watched the flush overtake Kris’s cheeks and the slight ragged movement of his chest. “Can you do that for me, Kristopher?”
Kris nodded his head only slightly, barely restraining himself from opening his eyes to see if Adam looked as good as he sounded. He couldn’t bring himself to picture Katy, instead focusing on Adam’s warm breath against his ear, just listening to his voice, the way it had dropped octaves beyond those he’d ever heard from Adam. “I want to fuck you.” The words sounded foreign to his own ears, drawled out and husky and he couldn’t bring himself to be shocked that he meant them.
“Open your eyes, Kris.” Adam shifted to sit on his knees on the couch, bending down to bury his head in Kris’s neck as he opened his eyes. He placed an openmouthed kiss against Kris’s pulse, before pulling back to measure Kris’s expression. His pupils were blown, cheeks flushed and lips moist and Adam felt his cock twitch in his already tight jeans.
Kris locked gazes with Adam, the darkening blue in Adam’s eyes knocking the breath out of him. He licked his lips. “Did I say it wrong?”
Adam just shook his head, transfixed on the way Kris’s tongue darted out to moisten his lips. Remembering the liquor bottle he’d apparently set on the table somewhere along the way, he sat back a little and grabbed it, taking a large drink that he nearly choked on. He winced at the burn, before setting the bottle back down and turning back towards Kris, trying to ignore his appearance. It wasn’t time to make his move yet.
“Okay,” he cleared his throat to remove some of the husk. He needed to get enough control to get his point across. The thought made Adam smile and he waited a few seconds before continuing, “I want you to use that image and tell me exactly what you’d do to Katy.”
Kris shook his head frantically, his cock softening in his pants and jaw dropping. “No way. You saw what it took to get me to talk. There’s no way in hell.” He drained the rest of his beer in one swig, frowned and set the empty bottle on the table.
“Allen,” Adam scolded Kris, deciding against touching him for fear of losing the very little composure he held on to. He grabbed the vodka from the table and handed it to the younger man. “Here, liquid courage. But if you tell Katy I let you drink during this, I’m telling her about that time you got drunk during the tour and tried to tongue me.”
Kris just quirked a crooked grin, taking a large sip from the bottle and handing it back. “She already knows. And there’s no proof I did that, how do I know you didn’t try and tongue me first?”
Adam rolled his eyes and took the bottle, no more alcohol for Kristopher. He smirked and set it down on the table before turning towards Kris’s smug grin. “Honey, you would have remembered that.” Seeing Kris open his mouth to speak, Adam cut him off. “Either you start talking or I’m going to be forced to demonstrate.”
Part Two - http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/8024.html