Grocery Stores + Tight Pants + NASDAQ = Love
Disclaimer
I haven’t written fanfic since circa 2001. So I might be a bit rusty.
I can’t write *serious* fanfic. I have to make it satirical and stupid and OTT. That’s just how I like to write. Great when you’re a blogger. Not so great when you’re trying to write a hot, lust-filled Kris & Adam epic affair. So if I ruin the mood with a really corny line, I’m sorry.
And I am not very good at writing the dirty bits. Maybe I should rent some DVDs for research purposes...
So I’m sorry if it sounds dumb.
But comments - good or bad - always appreciated. But don’t be too harsh. It is my first time. Be gentle.
Grocery Stores + Tight Pants + NASDAQ = Love
‘Does that camera have to follow us everywhere? I mean... the grocery store?’
‘Shh, Kris. This is Rolling Stone we’re talking about!’ Adam whispered with a smirk as the pair stood at the deli counter of the Atlantic City grocery store to stock up on some well-needed food on-the-go.
Kris looked over his shoulder reluctantly as the photographer, who has been shadowing them all weekend for an upcoming Idol tour feature, snapped away. ‘I don’t know man, what’s so interesting about a photo of me and you buying smoothies and sandwiches in New Jersey?’
Adam handed over a $10 bill and turned back to Kris with a grin. ‘Oh, our fans don’t care where we’re photographed. It’s the fact that we’re pictured together that they’ll love.’
‘Uh, together?’
‘You can imagine the headlines; Kradam spend romantic afternoon off together,’ Adam laughed, the photographer flashing away again as the pair walked out to their awaiting car.
Together. Kris felt his stomach start to flip, and it wasn’t due to the BLT sub he was clutching.
‘You wanna see these?’
Adam slid into the backseat of the car and grabbed the camera from the photographer to take a look at the latest shots. ‘You know, this one does look like one of those paparazzi shots you see of Hollywood couples out together on a hot date.’
Hot date. The butterflies in his stomach fluttering even faster, Kris climbed into the vehicle next to Adam and glanced over his shoulder at the camera.
‘Oh yeah,’ he responded, trying to sound casual. He stared at the picture of the pair striding out of the grocery store together; Adam in his rock star shades, slurping on his drink. They did look rather like a couple.
‘So, where you taking me now?’ Adam smirked, placing a hand on Kris’s thigh. ‘Movies? Dinner?’
Kris blushed even deeper red and mumbled an inaudible reply, just like he did every time Adam joked about their ‘relationship’.
Ever since fans had dubbed the duo ‘Kradam’ during Idol and speculated about their close friendship, they’d both played up to it and laughed it off. Adam had admitted to Kris early on that he found him attractive, to which Kris had felt flattered. A guy had never said that to him before. It was something new, something different, something... exciting.
And strangely arousing, he’d also found when he’d climbed into bed after the revelation and spent most of the night jerking off as quietly as he could as he watched Adam sleep across the room.
Kris had loved every second of their late-night chats together when they’d shared a room. He knew it was more than just finding Adam a fun guy to hang out with when he’d found himself waking up in the morning, unable to stop gazing across the room at the sleeping Adam, taking in those broad, freckly shoulders, that cute piece of hair hanging over his eyes and that peaceful smile.
And when he’d then found himself feeling completely horny. Even at 6am.
At first he put it down to being sexually frustrated, away from his wife for long periods at a time. But on the night of the finale, Kris had realised the extent of his ‘man crush’.
He’d been standing in the corridor being interviewed for a TV show when he’d felt a hand on his shoulder. His body was already tingling and his head spinning before he’d even looked up. He already knew who it was.
Then came the kiss. That short, simple kiss on his ear. The feeling of those lips on his skin had sent a jolt of electricity through Kris’s body. He’d turned around to see Adam standing by his side, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
If only the cameras hadn’t been rolling. It had taken all Kris’s resistances not to reciprocate.
Kris had tried to block out his feelings ever since. He was married. He was straight. Besides, his career would nose-dive before it even began if anything ever happened. People back home in Arkansas would give him dirty looks in the street. Gokey and Sarver would never speak to him again. Hell, even some of his friends wouldn’t speak to him again.
But since the tour has started a month ago, the feelings Kris had managed to suppress after the kiss came to the surface again every time Adam grabbed his shoulder to tell a joke, or passed him by on the bus in nothing but boxers.
It didn’t help that the bus was small and cramped. They were already living inside one another’s pockets.
So close, yet so far. Kris found himself staring at the ceiling of his bunk as he tried to sleep, frustrated at the fact that Adam was just inches away, alone, naked and totally willing.
But with Gokey and Sarver in the next bunks along, maybe it wasn’t a good idea after all.
As the car drove through Atlantic City to their next stop, Kris couldn’t help notice their close proximity. Squashed in the back of the vehicle in between bags and suitcases, their knees were touching and he could feel the heat from Adam’s body.
‘Hey, check this one out,’ Adam laughed, flicking through the photos on camera screen and pointing out one of him taken on stage at their last show. ‘You’re not going to airbrush this out, are you dude?’ he asked the photographer.
Kris glanced at the photo, noticing how the arena lights were reflecting off Adam’s belt buckle, causing what the fans had christened the ‘glambulge’ to shine in all its glory. He smirked to himself, eyes transfixed on the screen, then slowly wandering to his friend’s tight jeans.
‘You almost melted the mic stand with that performance,’ the photographer laughed. ‘I’ve never seen anyone act so horny on stage, and I’ve been to a lot of gigs! What was going through your mind?’
‘Oh, just a hot guy I like,’ Adam responded casually.
Kris passed the camera back reluctantly, wondering what the hell Adam saw in Drake anyway.
*
Kris had never enjoyed 5am starts. Yawning away and clutching his third Starbucks of the morning, he wondered if he could catch a few minutes sleep before his minder came to collect him.
Performing on Good Morning America had been a blast though. Performing in Central Park, singing with David Cook, it had been worth the early start.
And spending time with Adam. That was definitely worth the 5am start. Even bleary eyed without his usual eyeliner on, Adam still looked as sexy as ever as they’d rolled into their awaiting vehicle that morning. Despite his sleepiness, Kris had stayed awake the whole journey to Central Park. Adam had used the drive to catch some more sleep, his head onto Kris’s shoulder as he snoozed away.
Kris had had to have put his bag on his lap to conceal his excitement about that.
And he’d loved every second of sharing the stage together. Every time Adam had sung one of his glory notes, Kris had stood watching with a soppy grin on his face.
Oh, and there were those pants. While the cameras had been rolling, Kris had tried his hardest to keep his eyes straight ahead, but found them wandering down for a quick glance every time they cut for a break.
As if on cue, the door swung open and Adam barged in, still crammed into those pants.
‘I should have worn this on stage,’ Adam laughed as he tossed a plaid shirt out of his bag. ‘Then I would have matched you and David. Hey on second thoughts, we’d look like triplets still being dressed in matching clothes by their parents, so maybe not.’
‘Hey, I liked what you’re wearing,’ Kris insisted, watching as Adam unbuttoned his black shirt and replaced it with the plaid one.
‘Oh, really?’ Adam smirked, an eyebrow raised. ‘Maybe you and David should have copied me instead. What do you think of the pants?’
Kris bit his tongue to stop himself saying what he really thought. ‘Um, they’re cool.’
Adam placed his hand on the zip and started to wriggle out of them. ‘You can borrow them any time.’
‘Thanks dude,’ Kris mumbled, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets as Adam pulled the pants down to reveal he wasn’t actually wearing anything under them.
Adam grabbed his jeans from his bag. ‘Not sure if they’d fit you though.’
‘What, I wouldn’t fill them out like you do?’ Kris replied, watching as discreetly as he could as a semi-naked Adam preening himself in the mirror. He quickly crossed his legs to conceal his fast-growing erection.
‘Hey, I didn’t mean it like that!’ Adam laughed back, stepping into his jeans.
Kris felt himself getting harder and harder as Adam walked over and took a seat next to him. Still aroused from seeing his friend parading around naked from the waist down, he gave Adam a nervous smile and tried to act normal. ‘I know you didn’t. I wouldn’t be able to pull them off like you do anyway. I wouldn’t look sexy. I’d just get laughed at.’
Adam turned and looked at Kris, placing a hand on his shoulder. ‘Of course you’d look sexy,’ he said sincerely.
‘Thanks,’ Kris breathed, trying to control his heart rate as it almost pounded out of his chest. He stared back at Adam’s face, counting the freckles on those lips and wishing he could just lean in and kiss them.
It was all so tempting.
‘I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,’ Adam insisted, continuing to gaze intensely back at Kris.
Kris gulped and tried to look away, but his eyes were locked with Adam’s.
All those feelings he’d had over the last few months rushed through Kris’s mind. His stomach flipped and heart raced as he thought about what he wanted to do right that second. His fingers twitched, dying to reach out at touch Adam.
He slowly lifted his hand and placed in on Adam’s shoulder, opening his mouth to find the right words...
‘Hey, am I interrupting a Kradam moment?’
Both jumped as the door swung open and David Cook walked with an amused look on his face. ‘I’m off now, just wanted to say how awesome it was to see you both.’
‘No dude, that’s cool,’ Kris lied, half glad they’d been interrupted before temptation had taken over, half annoyed the moment had been lost.
*
‘What does NASDAQ stand for anyway?’
Adam shrugged, kicking his sneakers off and lying back on Kris’s bed. ‘No idea.’
Kris picked his laptop off the floor and logged on to Twitter. ‘Let’s see what the fans think it stands for,’ he laughed, wondering how many replied he’d gotten from his earlier Tweet about their visit to NASDAQ in New York City.
‘Oh man, look at some of these!’ he gasped as he scanned the hundreds of replied, 99% written by dirty-minded Kradam fans.
‘Have any mentioned me?’ Adam asked, leaning over to have a read.
‘Um, all of them.’
The pair sat in a fit of laughter as they read the replies.
‘Naked Adam Seems Delicious and Quenching!’
‘Nothing Adam Says Doesn't Arouse Quickly!’
‘Now Allen Surf Down Adam Quietly!’
‘Naughty Allen Sooooo Did Adam Quickly!’
‘Naughty Adam Says Don't Ask Questions!’
As Adam rolled around laughing at the tweets, Kris found himself closing his eyes and sighing happily. He loved hearing Adam talk dirty. He needed to hear more.
‘Those fans love the whole Kradam thing, huh?’ he said, shuffling up closer to Adam. ‘Do you think they write dirty stories about us?’
He knew very well they did. He’d read enough of them.
Adam raised an eyebrow in that way he always did. ‘Let’s find out. He grabbed the laptop from Kris and typed KRADAM HOT SEX STORY into the Google toolbar.
Kris gulped as he looked at the list of results. He was going to have to try his hardest to stay restrained if Adam read anything out...
‘Hey, it says that you’ve visited this link before!’ Adam noticed, pointing at one of Kris’s favorite stories near the top of the results.
Kris peered at the screen more closely, cursing Google for being so high-tech it remembered old search results. ‘Must have been by accident,’ he mumbled.
Adam just did his eyebrow raise again.
Kris stuffed a pillow over his crotch yet again to hide his growing erection as Adam started to recite the story. It was corny and full of cliques, but Kris loved making it his bedtime reading most nights.
Hearing Adam read it out was a dream come true. Well, having Adam act it out would be.
Adam and Kris climbed into bed and turned the lights off...
Adam pursed his lips and glanced at the bedside lap. He reached over and flicked it off. ‘It’s more fun with actions.’
Actions. Kris’s eyes widened as he remembered what was coming soon.
Kris shivered, the air cold. Adam slung an arm around him and pulled the covers around them. ‘I’ll keep you warm.’
Adam thrust the sheets over the pair of them and put an arm around Kris. ‘Man, this is so corny.’
‘Um, yeah!’ Kris laughed nervously, snuggling closer to Adam and feeling him hands start to shake with a mixture of excitement and nerves.
‘I’m glad I’ve got you here alone,’ Adam confessed, gazing intently at Kris.
Adam turned away from the laptop momentarily to act out the intense gaze.
Kris reached out to push a strand of hair out of Adam’s eyes, dying to kiss those lips.
Barely able to breath, Kris acted out the hair stroking, trying not to shake.
Adam gazed longingly at Kris, wishing they were more than just friends. He wished for a sign to see if Kris felt the same. A wink, a playful stroke... a kiss.
‘Oh, if our fans could see us now,’ Adam chuckled. ‘We’d set off a sea of orgasms!
Kris gulped and nodded, silently begging Adam to carry on reading and acting everything out.
Adam reached out and fondled Kris’s cheek. ‘You don’t mind me being this close to you, do you?’ he asked, concerned what Kris really thought. ‘Tell me if you do.’
Kris felt his cheeks burning as Adam reached out and touched as the story instructed. His hands felt so soft, so gentle.
‘No, I don’t mind,’ Kris replied.
Kris cleared his throat nervously and looked up at Adam. ‘I don’t mind,’ he repeated, his voice wavering.
Adam looked back at him for a few seconds, pausing before he continued reading out.
Kris couldn’t take it any more. He leant in towards Adam, their lips touching.
Kris knew what was coming next. This was it. Feeling like he was about to explode, Kris bent in towards an expectant Adam, their lips brushing.
There was no need for the story any more. This was real.
No more fantasies on the bus at midnight, jerking himself off over the laptop. He had the real thing in his bed right now.
Kris felt Adam part his lip, leaving the next step up to Kris. He knew exactly what came next in the story.
He slipped his tongue inside, moaning with pleasure as Adam responded and did the same.
This was way better than he’d ever imagined. Finally unleashed, Kris pushed his tongue harder, faster, deeper. Adam moaned with pleasure, obviously enjoying it just as much.
Kris felt his hand reaching under the covers, unable to control his fingers as they reached towards Adam’s crotch.
‘Woah, you are horny,’ Adam gasped, breaking away from the kiss momentarily to wriggle out of his pants, then aiding Kris in getting out of his.
Kris paused and gazed back for a moment, catching his breath and trying to comprehend what he was doing. There was no going back now. This changed everything.
But seeing Adam in his naked glory was enough to put any doubts out of his mind.
‘Hey, you OK?’ Adam asked, stopping halfway through unbuttoning his shirt and giving Kris a concerned look. He reached out and stroked Kris’s cheek. ‘Look, if you want to stop now, I totally understand...’
Kris shook his head defiantly. ‘No. I want this.’ He sighed blissfully as he took over from unbuttoning Adam’s shirt. ‘Oh man, if you knew how long I’ve fantasised about doing this...’
Adam gave a sly half-smile. ‘Oh, you weren’t the only one! The amount of nights I had to bite the pillow to keep quiet when I was jerking off over you in our room!’
Kris grinned as Adam began to tug at his boxers. ‘I love it when you talk dirty, carry on!’
‘Shall we keep reading the story?’ Adam suggested, motioning to the laptop on the bedside table.
Kris wrinkled his nose. ‘Hell no, it’s way too corny, it’ll kill the mood. Keep on doing what you’re doing.’
He moaned with pleasure as Adam started kissing his neck, slowly working his way down Kris’s body. ‘Oh, man! Oh, wow!’ he gasped, wishing it would never end.
‘I know you like me talking dirty, but I’m going to have my mouth full for the next few minutes,’ Adam informed him, before going down on Kris.
Kris gasped out as he felt Adam taking in his every inch. This was way better than any fanfic. Way better.
*
Kris woke up the next morning to the sight he’d been dreaming of for the last few months that he never thought he’d see and smiled blissfully to himself.
He was feeling tired, sore in places, and his wedding ring seemed to weigh extra heavily on his finger, but Kris would deal with all of that later. As he stroked Adam’s freckly bare arm, he didn’t care about anything other than being right there in that moment, savouring it, cherishing it and praying there were many more moments like this to come.
Adam opened a sleepy eye and his lips curled into a smile. ‘Morning, gorgeous.’
As Kris leant in to give him a good morning kiss on the lips, a sharp knock at the door jolted him upright.
‘Oh, that’ll be housekeeping,’ Adam drawled dismissively. ‘Go and tell them to come back later.’
‘Sure.’
‘I don’t want anyone disturbing us for a while yet,’ he added with a raised eyebrow.
Kris threw on some boxers and walked towards the door. ‘Oh, really?’ he grinned, wondering what early morning treat Adam had in mind for them.
‘Hey, maybe ask them to order us up some breakfast,’ Adam added. ‘Make it something sexy. Champagne and strawberries.’
‘We sure have a lot to toast to, baby’ Kris called back as he opened the door.
As he turned back towards the door, Kris blinked in surprise at the familiar figure staring blankly back, that damn camera around his neck.
‘Um, am I interrupting something here?’ the photographer asked, peering in the doorway at the naked Adam sprawled across the bed, the used condoms and lube on the bedside table and Kris’s dishevelled hair and sheepish face.
‘Just don’t take any photos!’ Kris blurted out, feeling his face go crimson.
The photographer laughed and toyed with the camera. ‘You know, if I call the editor right now I bet we can make this a cover feature...’
Kris shook his head and laughed nervously. ‘Uh, Adam’s cover with the snake was kinda hot, but I don’t think it would be a good idea to recreate it together...’