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Title: Ignorance In Pieces (2/)
Author: adamissexable
Rating: NC 17 language, sex
Pairing: Kradam, duh
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.”
Warning: If you're googling yourself - yeah, no. Back, back, back.
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.”
Adam reached forward to grab the doorknob before Kris moaned his name again - even louder, causing his hand to draw back, glaring at the tiny fissures in the wooden door. He needed to pull himself together before he walked in there; he needed to get rid of his massive boner. And he also needed his mind to shut the fuck up, it was buzzing so loud he would probably have a headache if his senses weren’t otherwise occupied.
His body was aching to join Kris in the closet, but his mind refused for some vague reason. Adam refused to think of Kris, his best friend Kris, married sweet, innocent boy Kris, jacking off to his own voice in an otherwise deserted area.
Adam was itching to stroke himself, his dick was almost unbearable in his tight jeans, and when the noises grew louder and more frequent his eyes rolled back into his head, and he damn near came in his jeans. He wasn’t even touching himself, what the fuck was wrong with him. He hadn’t felt like this since freshmen year, when gay porn popped into his life like Janet Jackson’s boob at the Superbowl.
Backing away from the door quickly, he hit the wall opposite of it and slid down roughly - trying to embrace the pain it caused in an ‘Ow, that hurts’ way, rather than a ‘this is how it would feel if Kris Allen ran his nails down your back as he rode you’ way.
Maybe if he concentrated on the music, sang it in his mind, it would help him calm down. He focused in on the words, trying to decipher what part of the song was playing, whilst simultaneously trying to ignore the sound of Kris’s hands hitting his ball sack as he fucked himself not but a door away from him…Damn it, Lambert. Focus.
He tried harder, not thinking twice about what song it was or what he was about to sing, letting the music spill out as he sang along in his mind. Be extreme, take your time, silently, glamorize. Feel my breath fuck I feel it, upon your thighs, his hand trailed down to the noticeably large bulge in his pants and began rubbing, a small groan getting caught in the back of his throat feeling wet, oh god that feels amazing glamorize. He opened his eyes abruptly, not even aware they had closed, when the groan bubbled to the surface - catching on his tongue as he fought to bite it back. With extreme effort Adam stopped himself from exploding in his pants as he removed his hands and fisted them in his hair.
His emotions were all over the damn place, and he couldn’t think straight. He should just turn around and pretend like none of this ever happened. Ha, like you could forget about this one. This isn’t just some one night fuck baby, this is Kris Allen. The exact Kris Allen you’ve been screwing in your dreams for months. His strong hands clenched his jet black hair even tighter, causing a few carefully styled spikes to clump together and stick up awkwardly in irregular tufts. He probably looked like he’d just been fucked good, which was ironic in its own twisted way, because he was definitely fucked - just not good.
Now he was just rambling and he knew it. You are being ridiculous. Shut the fuck up and open the damn door, pussy. You are Adam Lambert and Adam Lambert doesn’t act this way. His throbbing cock decided for him in the end. He reached a shaking, electric blue tipped hand and turned the doorknob as quietly as he could.
Upon opening the door slightly, every previous thought about Kris immediately assaulted him. Adam’s senses seem to intensify tenfold in the small, cramped, dimly lit room, and his mind stopped forming coherent thoughts.
The room smelled of Kris’s cologne - light and woodsy, with a strong yet subtle, amber undertone - mixed with sweat, and oh god sex. It was the best thing Adam had ever smelled and it made his mouth water and his eyes roll back in his head. If one of his hands still wasn’t gripping the doorknob tightly his knees might have just given out.
Instead, Adam took advantage of the fact that Kris hadn’t noticed him open the door, and slipped inside completely - his legs wobbling with the desire that coursed through him. He left the door cracked ajar; just enough for the light to hit Kris’s form dimly.
Adam now stood approximately three large strides away from Kris and a part of him wondered how he’d not noticed that he wasn’t alone anymore. That thought was swiftly pushed aside as he noticed the beautiful man in front of him properly.
Kris was leaning against the back wall, eyes closed, lips parted, and head thrown back in ecstasy. His jeans and boxers were at his ankles and his cock was standing at attention, glistening with precum as his hand pumped it furiously, other hand squeezing his balls. Adam was trying to work up the nerve to cough, to clear his throat, something to make Kris aware that he wasn’t alone anymore but he couldn’t, his mind had shut down, and all he could do was stare.
Kris looked…indescribable. His hair was still styled carefully in those short, signature spikes, and Adam ached to run his hands through it, messing it up, and tug at the finer hairs at the nape of his neck. The left half of his face had been illuminated by the light, and Adam could barely make out the strong curve of Kris’s jaw, the dark stubble running along it. It made Adam want to lift a hand to Kris’s face and just revel in the texture of skin on stubble. There were sweat beads forming at his hairline and they were threatening to fall. Adam wanted to lick them up before they got the chance. Kris’s bottom lip was puffy and red - as if he’d been biting it - and Adam wanted to bite it himself, suck it into his mouth and run his tongue along the inside of that same lip. Kris’s Adam’s apple was bobbing with every swallow and moan, and Adam wanted to leave his teeth marks in it, claiming it as his, before licking the sting away. Adam could see the muscles straining on the sides of Kris’s long, slender neck and he wanted to nibble and suck his way down them. Kris’s prominent chest was rising and falling rapidly. And it wasn’t until then that Adam realized his chest was following the exact same pattern, shallow breath out, and occasionally a hitch as he sucked in enough air to fill his lungs.
Adam shook his head to rid that thought, and occupied himself with letting his eyes drift further down Kris’s body. Surprisingly, Adam felt no shame in observing this gorgeous man completely. He didn’t know why, but he had this sudden urge that Kris was completely aware of someone being in the room with him. Though, Adam’s train of thought halted abruptly when he allowed himself to take in Kris’s lower half. His breath hitched and he moaned softly, not caring that Kris might have heard him. Adam had seen many dicks before, hell he’d also imagined Kris’s dick before, but nothing…nothing could have compared to the actual thing. It was just so big. Not enormous, but just the right size. Enough for Adam to deep throat him, leaving the tip of his nose to brush lightly against Kris’s lower stomach. It was so…perfect. It was just… there, and real, and gorgeous, and just so…Kris.
Adam’s eyes snapped up when he heard a strangled cry escape Kris’s lips. Hazel eyes locked with bright blue ones and millions of tiny electric tendrils flooded Adam’s body, splitting evenly between Adam’s pounding heart and throbbing dick.
Adam clenched his fists tight enough to feel his nails digging into skin hoping the pain would keep him from touching Kris, if not himself. I AM Adam fucking Lambert, and I will not cum like a fifteen year old boy watching two chicks make out. He repeated it like a mantra in his head. Though as Kris’ grunts were getting louder and louder, rebounding and reverberating through the tight space, he was having a harder time keeping his hands - and tongue - to himself.
Adam could tell Kris was seconds from exploding, when he flitted his eyes back to Kris’s cock - the head almost purple from strain - before lifting his eyes back to Kris’s who were now rolled into the back of his head.
Adam gritted his teeth, attempting to hold back a guttural groan - and his orgasm - as he watched Kris come undone right in front of him, white sticky cum spilling out all over Kris’s hand. It was unbearable. Part of Adam wanted to suck Kris’s fingers into his mouth, licking the juice off of his hand, dipping his tongue in between his fingers so as to not waste any and then wrapping his lips around Kris’s cock and swirling his tongue around the head to grab the rest of it. He imagined how it would taste, how HE would taste - he’d done it before in his imagination and even in his dreams, but this…this was different. It was real.
The calmer, more decent part of his mind was reeling. His chest felt as though it was about to implode, but he wasn’t even sure why. His heartbeat was so loud in his own ears he was pretty sure Kris could hear it.
They stood and stared at each other for what felt like years in tense silence. The music had stopped long ago and there were so many things to be asked, to be answered. Kris’s eyes spelt out a question, and he was flushed from both the intensity of his orgasm and the embarrassment and shame of being caught, as he seemed to absorb the emotions running through Adam.
Adam’s attention however, was being split between that of his half naked best friend and the razors that were cutting at his heart. He couldn’t name his emotions if he tried and was fighting like hell to keep the unexplainable tears from shedding.
Upon seeing Kris open his mouth to say something, Adam quickly cut him off - not even trying to keep his voice emotionless - he snarled, “You’re on pretty fucking soon.” He only paused to assess the expression that clouded Kris’ features - a flinch from the expletive and icy tone - before he turned on his heel and walked out of the door.
Author: adamissexable
Rating: NC 17 language, sex
Pairing: Kradam, duh
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.”
Warning: If you're googling yourself - yeah, no. Back, back, back.
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.”
Adam reached forward to grab the doorknob before Kris moaned his name again - even louder, causing his hand to draw back, glaring at the tiny fissures in the wooden door. He needed to pull himself together before he walked in there; he needed to get rid of his massive boner. And he also needed his mind to shut the fuck up, it was buzzing so loud he would probably have a headache if his senses weren’t otherwise occupied.
His body was aching to join Kris in the closet, but his mind refused for some vague reason. Adam refused to think of Kris, his best friend Kris, married sweet, innocent boy Kris, jacking off to his own voice in an otherwise deserted area.
Adam was itching to stroke himself, his dick was almost unbearable in his tight jeans, and when the noises grew louder and more frequent his eyes rolled back into his head, and he damn near came in his jeans. He wasn’t even touching himself, what the fuck was wrong with him. He hadn’t felt like this since freshmen year, when gay porn popped into his life like Janet Jackson’s boob at the Superbowl.
Backing away from the door quickly, he hit the wall opposite of it and slid down roughly - trying to embrace the pain it caused in an ‘Ow, that hurts’ way, rather than a ‘this is how it would feel if Kris Allen ran his nails down your back as he rode you’ way.
Maybe if he concentrated on the music, sang it in his mind, it would help him calm down. He focused in on the words, trying to decipher what part of the song was playing, whilst simultaneously trying to ignore the sound of Kris’s hands hitting his ball sack as he fucked himself not but a door away from him…Damn it, Lambert. Focus.
He tried harder, not thinking twice about what song it was or what he was about to sing, letting the music spill out as he sang along in his mind. Be extreme, take your time, silently, glamorize. Feel my breath fuck I feel it, upon your thighs, his hand trailed down to the noticeably large bulge in his pants and began rubbing, a small groan getting caught in the back of his throat feeling wet, oh god that feels amazing glamorize. He opened his eyes abruptly, not even aware they had closed, when the groan bubbled to the surface - catching on his tongue as he fought to bite it back. With extreme effort Adam stopped himself from exploding in his pants as he removed his hands and fisted them in his hair.
His emotions were all over the damn place, and he couldn’t think straight. He should just turn around and pretend like none of this ever happened. Ha, like you could forget about this one. This isn’t just some one night fuck baby, this is Kris Allen. The exact Kris Allen you’ve been screwing in your dreams for months. His strong hands clenched his jet black hair even tighter, causing a few carefully styled spikes to clump together and stick up awkwardly in irregular tufts. He probably looked like he’d just been fucked good, which was ironic in its own twisted way, because he was definitely fucked - just not good.
Now he was just rambling and he knew it. You are being ridiculous. Shut the fuck up and open the damn door, pussy. You are Adam Lambert and Adam Lambert doesn’t act this way. His throbbing cock decided for him in the end. He reached a shaking, electric blue tipped hand and turned the doorknob as quietly as he could.
Upon opening the door slightly, every previous thought about Kris immediately assaulted him. Adam’s senses seem to intensify tenfold in the small, cramped, dimly lit room, and his mind stopped forming coherent thoughts.
The room smelled of Kris’s cologne - light and woodsy, with a strong yet subtle, amber undertone - mixed with sweat, and oh god sex. It was the best thing Adam had ever smelled and it made his mouth water and his eyes roll back in his head. If one of his hands still wasn’t gripping the doorknob tightly his knees might have just given out.
Instead, Adam took advantage of the fact that Kris hadn’t noticed him open the door, and slipped inside completely - his legs wobbling with the desire that coursed through him. He left the door cracked ajar; just enough for the light to hit Kris’s form dimly.
Adam now stood approximately three large strides away from Kris and a part of him wondered how he’d not noticed that he wasn’t alone anymore. That thought was swiftly pushed aside as he noticed the beautiful man in front of him properly.
Kris was leaning against the back wall, eyes closed, lips parted, and head thrown back in ecstasy. His jeans and boxers were at his ankles and his cock was standing at attention, glistening with precum as his hand pumped it furiously, other hand squeezing his balls. Adam was trying to work up the nerve to cough, to clear his throat, something to make Kris aware that he wasn’t alone anymore but he couldn’t, his mind had shut down, and all he could do was stare.
Kris looked…indescribable. His hair was still styled carefully in those short, signature spikes, and Adam ached to run his hands through it, messing it up, and tug at the finer hairs at the nape of his neck. The left half of his face had been illuminated by the light, and Adam could barely make out the strong curve of Kris’s jaw, the dark stubble running along it. It made Adam want to lift a hand to Kris’s face and just revel in the texture of skin on stubble. There were sweat beads forming at his hairline and they were threatening to fall. Adam wanted to lick them up before they got the chance. Kris’s bottom lip was puffy and red - as if he’d been biting it - and Adam wanted to bite it himself, suck it into his mouth and run his tongue along the inside of that same lip. Kris’s Adam’s apple was bobbing with every swallow and moan, and Adam wanted to leave his teeth marks in it, claiming it as his, before licking the sting away. Adam could see the muscles straining on the sides of Kris’s long, slender neck and he wanted to nibble and suck his way down them. Kris’s prominent chest was rising and falling rapidly. And it wasn’t until then that Adam realized his chest was following the exact same pattern, shallow breath out, and occasionally a hitch as he sucked in enough air to fill his lungs.
Adam shook his head to rid that thought, and occupied himself with letting his eyes drift further down Kris’s body. Surprisingly, Adam felt no shame in observing this gorgeous man completely. He didn’t know why, but he had this sudden urge that Kris was completely aware of someone being in the room with him. Though, Adam’s train of thought halted abruptly when he allowed himself to take in Kris’s lower half. His breath hitched and he moaned softly, not caring that Kris might have heard him. Adam had seen many dicks before, hell he’d also imagined Kris’s dick before, but nothing…nothing could have compared to the actual thing. It was just so big. Not enormous, but just the right size. Enough for Adam to deep throat him, leaving the tip of his nose to brush lightly against Kris’s lower stomach. It was so…perfect. It was just… there, and real, and gorgeous, and just so…Kris.
Adam’s eyes snapped up when he heard a strangled cry escape Kris’s lips. Hazel eyes locked with bright blue ones and millions of tiny electric tendrils flooded Adam’s body, splitting evenly between Adam’s pounding heart and throbbing dick.
Adam clenched his fists tight enough to feel his nails digging into skin hoping the pain would keep him from touching Kris, if not himself. I AM Adam fucking Lambert, and I will not cum like a fifteen year old boy watching two chicks make out. He repeated it like a mantra in his head. Though as Kris’ grunts were getting louder and louder, rebounding and reverberating through the tight space, he was having a harder time keeping his hands - and tongue - to himself.
Adam could tell Kris was seconds from exploding, when he flitted his eyes back to Kris’s cock - the head almost purple from strain - before lifting his eyes back to Kris’s who were now rolled into the back of his head.
Adam gritted his teeth, attempting to hold back a guttural groan - and his orgasm - as he watched Kris come undone right in front of him, white sticky cum spilling out all over Kris’s hand. It was unbearable. Part of Adam wanted to suck Kris’s fingers into his mouth, licking the juice off of his hand, dipping his tongue in between his fingers so as to not waste any and then wrapping his lips around Kris’s cock and swirling his tongue around the head to grab the rest of it. He imagined how it would taste, how HE would taste - he’d done it before in his imagination and even in his dreams, but this…this was different. It was real.
The calmer, more decent part of his mind was reeling. His chest felt as though it was about to implode, but he wasn’t even sure why. His heartbeat was so loud in his own ears he was pretty sure Kris could hear it.
They stood and stared at each other for what felt like years in tense silence. The music had stopped long ago and there were so many things to be asked, to be answered. Kris’s eyes spelt out a question, and he was flushed from both the intensity of his orgasm and the embarrassment and shame of being caught, as he seemed to absorb the emotions running through Adam.
Adam’s attention however, was being split between that of his half naked best friend and the razors that were cutting at his heart. He couldn’t name his emotions if he tried and was fighting like hell to keep the unexplainable tears from shedding.
Upon seeing Kris open his mouth to say something, Adam quickly cut him off - not even trying to keep his voice emotionless - he snarled, “You’re on pretty fucking soon.” He only paused to assess the expression that clouded Kris’ features - a flinch from the expletive and icy tone - before he turned on his heel and walked out of the door.