Fic: Sunshine
Title: Sunshine
Author: aeris1172
Pairing: Kradam!
Rating: UHmm, NC-17.
Summary: Kris wakes up to a call from Adam.
Notes: Phone-sex. Rather explicit. Don't own. First Kradam. Don't eat me! I love any comments, bad or good. However flames will be used to roast marshmallows with.
sunshine
xxo
Music.
Kris turned over, groaning as he pulled the blanket on his bed closer to him and tried quiet to the noise of whatever music was playing. It was Saturday. He was supposed to be able to sleep in. As the music kept ringing in his ear, he cracked open his brown eyes to see his room flooded with sunlight. Managing a moan, he turned away from the window, only to be met with the sight of his cell phone vibrating on his nightstand. Fumbling lazily, one of his hands grabbed for the electronic device. Once he finally got it in his grips, he pressed the on button and brought it to his mouth.
“Mmm… Yeah?” He rasped, still wrapped in his blanket.
“Aren’t you sleeping late?” A voice came from the other end. Kris grumbled incoherently to himself and sat up a bit, looking at the clock beside his bed. The time read one-thirty. He let out a groan and snuggled back into the covers. There were a few moments filled with silence except for the chirping birds outside of Kris’s window. “Wake up, sunshine,” the voice prodded. Kris smiled and curled into a more comfortable position.
“Nooo,” he fake-whined, “I don’t wanna…”
“It’s past noon, babe… Get outta bed,” the voice said softly. Kris yawned and stretched, groaning.
“At least let my morning wood go away,” Kris mumbled, switching his phone into the other ear so it was pressed against the pillow. The other man’s voice chuckled, low and musical.
“Do I have to come over there?” He teased. Kris’s smile widened.
“Maybe,” Kris said with a laugh low in his throat. “I’d like to see you top last time…”
“I have plenty of things I could do to you,” the other man admitted. Kris bit his bottom lip gently.
“Mmm… tell me, Adam,” he murmured. “What would you do?”
“Well,” Adam began, clearing his throat. “First… I’d lie you down on the bed, naked… completely exposed, all mine for the taking. Hmm…” He paused thoughtfully for a moment. “You look so innocent, staring up at me with those pretty brown eyes... So beautiful, but you’re even more beautiful when I’ve got one of my hands wrapped around your dick and you’re letting out a little moan…”
“Uh huh,” Kris whispered, his free hand easing into his underwear. His fingers curled around his semi-erect length, stroking slowly.
“I’m jacking you off, Kris… nice and slow… but you don’t like that, do you? No, you don’t. You’re pleading me to go faster, begging me.”
“Yeah,” Kris mumbled, closing his eyes as he moved his hand up and down himself, bringing his cock to fully harden. Mentally, he grinned. This was not the wake-up call he was expecting. It wasn’t like he minded or anything… but it was unexpected.
“What do you want me to do to you, Kris?” Adam inquired over the line, voice sounding husky and a little shaky. Kris let out a quiet groan, nuzzling his cheek against his pillow.
“E-everything…”
“Everything, huh? Want me to suck your dick? Get it all wet? Suck it hard in my hot little mouth?” He said, his voice getting gradually lower and lower. Kris swallowed hard and the speed of his hand increased. “Yeah, I’d suck you ‘til you’re about to come and pull off…”
“No,” Kris mumbled. “Let me come in your mouth,” he insisted. Adam ignored him.
“What next?” He said, talking to himself. He hummed. “I could finger you…” Kris’s cock twitched at his words.
“Please,” Kris pleaded. Adam let out a low chuckle.
“God, Kris, if I had known you’d be like this on the phone I’d have given you wake-up calls every morning.”
Kris didn’t respond but merely tightened his grip on his erection, thumbing the swollen head and letting out a tiny sigh.
“I’ve got two fingers inside you.” Adam groaned audibly. “Right inside your tight little ass…” It was too much for Kris.
“Mmm… Shit, hold on a sec,” he said. He pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the speaker button. Adam kept quiet, except for his breathing. Kris set the phone down next to him and turned on his side. He pushed his index and middle finger into his mouth, making sure to wet them completely while his other hand worked at his erect length. He pulled his digits out of his mouth with a pop, and reached around, pushing one finger into himself. He took a deep breath then pushed in the second one.
“Go on,” he managed, grinding his teeth. The discomfort slowly became pleasure as he scizzored himself, fingers twisting against the tight ring of muscle.
“God, Kris, you’re so fucking tight. How are you going to take my cock?” Adam inquired in a husky voice. Kris’s hips twitched involuntarily as he fucked himself on his slender fingers, the smallest bit of wetness leaking out from the head of his erection.
“Fuck, Adam,” he mumbled, sticking a third finger inside of himself. He let out a quiet whine, searching for that one spot that would make him a panting, moaning mess. It took him a few seconds, then felt extremely frustrated. Adam never had a problem finding it, so why was -
“Oh!” Kris gasped, choking. There it was. He pressed his fingers against it and moaned loudly. “God…”
“Shit, I wish I was there to see you,” Adam admitted. “You sound like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“God, oh, God, I am,” Kris panted.
“Mmm… Kris, I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget your fucking name,” Adam said. “I’d fill you up, so much more than your fingers are doing right now.”
Kris moaned again. If he’d been in a better place to think, he’d wonder how Adam knew he was fingering himself. However, he wasn’t. The singer always could reduce the normally articulate Kris to a complete wreck of mere animalistic sounds. He couldn’t understand how he did it; why him? Kris teetered on the edge of orgasm, his body tense.
“Come,” Adam purred.
And he did. He came on his sheets in hot spurts, panting and moaning, his hips twitching violently. A plethora of curses fell from his lips as he gasped for air, riding out his release. “Adam--!” He cried out as he reached the height of his orgasm, giving a last long groan before all the energy was drained from his body along with his seed. He felt himself become emptier with every small ejaculation leading to the end of his orgasm. It had lasted only a few seconds, but he felt exhausted. He gasped for breath and pulled his fingers out of himself, reaching for the phone with his hand that had been on his cock. He pressed the speaker button again, panting desperately for air. He searched for a coherent sentence, but all he came up with was an expletive.
“Shit,” he said. Adam gave him a moment.
“Is your morning wood gone?” He inquired. Kris let out a breathy laugh.
“The hell do you think?” Kris responded.
“I’m guessing that’s a yes,” Adam observed. Kris reached over to the nightstand, grabbing some tissues to clean off his sheets and his softening dick. He gently wiped the sheets off.
“I need to wash my sheets now… Great,” he mumbled, sitting up. Adam chuckled.
“Not yet, you don’t,” he exclaimed.
“What? Why not?” He said. There was a hard knock on his apartment door. He jumped involuntarily. “Hold on, there’s somebody at the door…” Kris stood from his bed and walked into the bathroom, glancing at his reflection to make sure he didn’t look like a sexed up mess. After splashing some cold water on his face, he found himself acceptable and shuffled towards the apartment door, one hand still holding the phone. He opened it.
Kris nearly dropped his phone when he saw Adam standing there in his tight girl jeans and a simple v-neck tee shirt, his kohl lined eyes the slightest bit hazy. The singer smirked.
“Hey, sunshine,” he said, turning off his phone.
“Get in here,” Kris finally said, grabbing Adam by the shirt and kissing him. Adam managed to close the door behind him with his foot. When the two fell onto the bed, Adam broke their kiss with a grin.
“I told you not to wash the sheets yet.”
xxo
Fin.
Author: aeris1172
Pairing: Kradam!
Rating: UHmm, NC-17.
Summary: Kris wakes up to a call from Adam.
Notes: Phone-sex. Rather explicit. Don't own. First Kradam. Don't eat me! I love any comments, bad or good. However flames will be used to roast marshmallows with.
sunshine
xxo
Music.
Kris turned over, groaning as he pulled the blanket on his bed closer to him and tried quiet to the noise of whatever music was playing. It was Saturday. He was supposed to be able to sleep in. As the music kept ringing in his ear, he cracked open his brown eyes to see his room flooded with sunlight. Managing a moan, he turned away from the window, only to be met with the sight of his cell phone vibrating on his nightstand. Fumbling lazily, one of his hands grabbed for the electronic device. Once he finally got it in his grips, he pressed the on button and brought it to his mouth.
“Mmm… Yeah?” He rasped, still wrapped in his blanket.
“Aren’t you sleeping late?” A voice came from the other end. Kris grumbled incoherently to himself and sat up a bit, looking at the clock beside his bed. The time read one-thirty. He let out a groan and snuggled back into the covers. There were a few moments filled with silence except for the chirping birds outside of Kris’s window. “Wake up, sunshine,” the voice prodded. Kris smiled and curled into a more comfortable position.
“Nooo,” he fake-whined, “I don’t wanna…”
“It’s past noon, babe… Get outta bed,” the voice said softly. Kris yawned and stretched, groaning.
“At least let my morning wood go away,” Kris mumbled, switching his phone into the other ear so it was pressed against the pillow. The other man’s voice chuckled, low and musical.
“Do I have to come over there?” He teased. Kris’s smile widened.
“Maybe,” Kris said with a laugh low in his throat. “I’d like to see you top last time…”
“I have plenty of things I could do to you,” the other man admitted. Kris bit his bottom lip gently.
“Mmm… tell me, Adam,” he murmured. “What would you do?”
“Well,” Adam began, clearing his throat. “First… I’d lie you down on the bed, naked… completely exposed, all mine for the taking. Hmm…” He paused thoughtfully for a moment. “You look so innocent, staring up at me with those pretty brown eyes... So beautiful, but you’re even more beautiful when I’ve got one of my hands wrapped around your dick and you’re letting out a little moan…”
“Uh huh,” Kris whispered, his free hand easing into his underwear. His fingers curled around his semi-erect length, stroking slowly.
“I’m jacking you off, Kris… nice and slow… but you don’t like that, do you? No, you don’t. You’re pleading me to go faster, begging me.”
“Yeah,” Kris mumbled, closing his eyes as he moved his hand up and down himself, bringing his cock to fully harden. Mentally, he grinned. This was not the wake-up call he was expecting. It wasn’t like he minded or anything… but it was unexpected.
“What do you want me to do to you, Kris?” Adam inquired over the line, voice sounding husky and a little shaky. Kris let out a quiet groan, nuzzling his cheek against his pillow.
“E-everything…”
“Everything, huh? Want me to suck your dick? Get it all wet? Suck it hard in my hot little mouth?” He said, his voice getting gradually lower and lower. Kris swallowed hard and the speed of his hand increased. “Yeah, I’d suck you ‘til you’re about to come and pull off…”
“No,” Kris mumbled. “Let me come in your mouth,” he insisted. Adam ignored him.
“What next?” He said, talking to himself. He hummed. “I could finger you…” Kris’s cock twitched at his words.
“Please,” Kris pleaded. Adam let out a low chuckle.
“God, Kris, if I had known you’d be like this on the phone I’d have given you wake-up calls every morning.”
Kris didn’t respond but merely tightened his grip on his erection, thumbing the swollen head and letting out a tiny sigh.
“I’ve got two fingers inside you.” Adam groaned audibly. “Right inside your tight little ass…” It was too much for Kris.
“Mmm… Shit, hold on a sec,” he said. He pulled the phone away from his ear and pressed the speaker button. Adam kept quiet, except for his breathing. Kris set the phone down next to him and turned on his side. He pushed his index and middle finger into his mouth, making sure to wet them completely while his other hand worked at his erect length. He pulled his digits out of his mouth with a pop, and reached around, pushing one finger into himself. He took a deep breath then pushed in the second one.
“Go on,” he managed, grinding his teeth. The discomfort slowly became pleasure as he scizzored himself, fingers twisting against the tight ring of muscle.
“God, Kris, you’re so fucking tight. How are you going to take my cock?” Adam inquired in a husky voice. Kris’s hips twitched involuntarily as he fucked himself on his slender fingers, the smallest bit of wetness leaking out from the head of his erection.
“Fuck, Adam,” he mumbled, sticking a third finger inside of himself. He let out a quiet whine, searching for that one spot that would make him a panting, moaning mess. It took him a few seconds, then felt extremely frustrated. Adam never had a problem finding it, so why was -
“Oh!” Kris gasped, choking. There it was. He pressed his fingers against it and moaned loudly. “God…”
“Shit, I wish I was there to see you,” Adam admitted. “You sound like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“God, oh, God, I am,” Kris panted.
“Mmm… Kris, I’d fuck you so hard you’d forget your fucking name,” Adam said. “I’d fill you up, so much more than your fingers are doing right now.”
Kris moaned again. If he’d been in a better place to think, he’d wonder how Adam knew he was fingering himself. However, he wasn’t. The singer always could reduce the normally articulate Kris to a complete wreck of mere animalistic sounds. He couldn’t understand how he did it; why him? Kris teetered on the edge of orgasm, his body tense.
“Come,” Adam purred.
And he did. He came on his sheets in hot spurts, panting and moaning, his hips twitching violently. A plethora of curses fell from his lips as he gasped for air, riding out his release. “Adam--!” He cried out as he reached the height of his orgasm, giving a last long groan before all the energy was drained from his body along with his seed. He felt himself become emptier with every small ejaculation leading to the end of his orgasm. It had lasted only a few seconds, but he felt exhausted. He gasped for breath and pulled his fingers out of himself, reaching for the phone with his hand that had been on his cock. He pressed the speaker button again, panting desperately for air. He searched for a coherent sentence, but all he came up with was an expletive.
“Shit,” he said. Adam gave him a moment.
“Is your morning wood gone?” He inquired. Kris let out a breathy laugh.
“The hell do you think?” Kris responded.
“I’m guessing that’s a yes,” Adam observed. Kris reached over to the nightstand, grabbing some tissues to clean off his sheets and his softening dick. He gently wiped the sheets off.
“I need to wash my sheets now… Great,” he mumbled, sitting up. Adam chuckled.
“Not yet, you don’t,” he exclaimed.
“What? Why not?” He said. There was a hard knock on his apartment door. He jumped involuntarily. “Hold on, there’s somebody at the door…” Kris stood from his bed and walked into the bathroom, glancing at his reflection to make sure he didn’t look like a sexed up mess. After splashing some cold water on his face, he found himself acceptable and shuffled towards the apartment door, one hand still holding the phone. He opened it.
Kris nearly dropped his phone when he saw Adam standing there in his tight girl jeans and a simple v-neck tee shirt, his kohl lined eyes the slightest bit hazy. The singer smirked.
“Hey, sunshine,” he said, turning off his phone.
“Get in here,” Kris finally said, grabbing Adam by the shirt and kissing him. Adam managed to close the door behind him with his foot. When the two fell onto the bed, Adam broke their kiss with a grin.
“I told you not to wash the sheets yet.”
xxo
Fin.