Playing with Fire: Chapter 7
Title: PLAYING WITH FIRE
Ship: Adam/Kris from American Idol
Plot: Kris goes too far in teasing Adam while on tour. (No Drake or Katy exist in this story.)
Style: Humor/Dialogue
Note: Written upon request for ontd_ai kink meme #50. You may not archive or post elsewhere without express permission.
Previous entries: Playing with Fire: Chapters 1-4
Chapter 5 Chapter 6
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Chapter 7: Heat Rises
"Adam, can you hurry? I'm burning up here..." Kris nearly shouted as Adam's fingers brushed over his lower abdomen and made his muscles clench in anticipation. He didn't know where to look -- at the cock ring on Adam's finger, at Adam's hand as it took too damn long opening his jeans, or the look in his eyes that, no lie, felt like wet heat pouring all over him. Or maybe that was just the pre-come he felt leaking out of him. "Seriously, man! Do it!"
You're playing with fire
"I..." Adam looked at Kris’ eager face, watched his lips part, and felt every muscle in his own body tighten. Damn. If he looked at Kris' mouth one more second, he'd... He glanced out the window and frowned, even as his fingers nimbly opened the button on Kris’ jeans. Damn again. He sucked in his upper lip as his fingertips brushed over the hot, hair-roughened flesh of Kris’ lower belly. So close and yet...
“Adam, hurry up...Put the ring on me, I don't care, just touch me!” Kris urged, reaching down to his own zipper. What the hell was Adam waiting for?
Hisssss
“Gentleman, as you requested...” The driver’s voice came over the speakers. “ETA to the hotel entrance is ten minutes.”
“Thanks!" Adam called out, grateful that at some point this evening he'd been thinking with the larger head. Although right now, the other one felt.. Anyway... He shoved the cock ring in his pocket. "Remember to use the service entrance.”
“Of course,” the driver chuckled and disconnected.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" Kris cried out in protest the second the intercom went off. His eyes flew to Adam’s suddenly-complacent face and then he realized... He sat up and punched Adam's arm, then gasped for breath as Adam grabbed his hand, shoved him back and fell on top of him again, pinning him down. “Adam...You planned this all out. You.... you... You control freak-“
“I like to control things and I am a freak, but I’m not a control freak,” Adam argued automatically, as he used both hands to hold Kris down and nosed aside the placket of Kris shirt to nip at the damp skin of his chest. “I like to collaborate. I live to-“
"Oh, stop." Kris shook his head when Adam lifted his head. "Not that, you dork. Keep doing that. Please," Kris urged and pulled his shirt further apart for Adam's lips. As Adam began to alternate between biting and licking his skin, Kris slid his hands into Adam's hair and held on as his senses swam. After a moment, he forced himself to grit out when he wanted to groan, “For the record, again, you are not a freak. But I am gonna kill you. You knew we didn’t have time.”
“Not for what I’m planning on doing to you tonight,” Adam agreed in a low voice. He lifted Kris' hand to his mouth and slowly circled the palm with his wet tongue. "We need a lot of time."
Kris shivered, as he always did when Adam’s voice had that deep tone. His hands trembling in Adam's hair and his own voice husky, he said softly, “I don’t think there is anything in this world sexier than your voice. Anything. Especially when you go low like that.”
You're playing with fire
“Really? I didn't know that.” Adam's heart pounded at Kris' words and he smiled out of sheer happiness, making a mental note of Kris' admission and hoping it would prove useful later. Sliding his body to the side, he ran his fingertips over the zipper of Kris’ jeans. Keeping his voice low-pitched, he teased, “Seems to me that you threw that boner onstage when I hit the high note. But if you want me to go lower...” He watched Kris’ face as he stroked his fingers over Kris’ bulge, then skated over the balls.
“Adam!” Kris groaned even as he spread his legs and lifted himself up to Adam’s caresses. He wished they had all night in this limo. "I'm so freaking inarticulate. All I seem to do is moan your name."
"Yeah. You should have stayed in college and taken an English class or two," Adam teased out of long habit. Kris knew his pressure points and he knew Kris', they both knew how far to press and now... Just another layer to learn. Another layer of heat. His need and Kris' felt like a blanket covering them both in sexual need and tension. His long fingers curved over Kris' balls and Adam held his breath as Kris shifted to spread his legs. He exhaled and began to circle his fingers around Kris' opening. Waiting.. He'd done too much of that. “Or wait. I was wrong-“
Kris choked with amusement and arousal vying for primacy. “You’re full of-“
“You’re going to be full of me,” Adam said darkly as he pressed his index finger into the crevice of Kris' jeans.
"Fucking...yeah." Kris swallowed again, then said eased his hand between them and grasped Adam's cock in his palm just as the limo glided to a halt. “I hope so.”
"There is no hope about it, Allen. I promise you that you're going to be full of my cock tonight." Adam felt his cock throb in his jeans like it was trying to break free of the confinement to fit into Kris' hand. That would be a good start, he thought as he thrust himself into Kris' palm. But only a start. Tonight he was having Kris and nothing was going to stand in the way.
Kris felt as though every nerve-ending in his body were starting to catch on fire. Seeking to fan the flames in Adam's eyes and without hesitation, he began stroking Adam's cock up and down, up and down. Swallowing hard as he realized how easy and natural this all felt, he said softly to ensure the flames would keep alive, "You know, I used to pretend to be asleep just to hear you talking and I'd be thinking about you, fantasizing that you were using that voice if I was lucky, while you filled me up."
You're playing with fire
"Are you kidding me?!" Adam growled in frustrated disbelief. He sat up and pushed his hands through his hair. "All those nights... I am the one who's going to kill you! Kill. You." Adam snatched Kris' hand and shoved it away as the driver parked the car. "And it's, 'if I were lucky,' you--"
Snick
The car door began to open. Adam grabbed his backpack and held it in front of him as he vaulted out of the car and came to an abrupt stop. He blinked at the bright lights of the service entrance and then bit back a yelp as Kris palmed his butt cheek before sliding his hand between Adam's legs. He took a step and motioned the driver away before whirling around, then wishing he hadn't. He could not feel almost, well, dizzy. This was... "Kris..."
“You stumbled.” Kris heard the giggle in his voice as he slid across the seat to the open door.
“Did not.” Adam stepped forward again and rested one hand on the roof of the car, watching it curl and then forcing it to relax.
“Did too. Wonder why....” Kris teased in a sing-song voice. “I know you’re not drunk. Or high.”
“Nope.” Adam impatiently drummed his fingers on the roof of the car.
“But you are speaking in words of only one syllable which means...You are pissed.“ Kris lost his train of thought as he realized he was eye level with Adam’s groin. Wow, up close and personal, that cock was even bigger than he'd been expecting. Maybe a buttplug hadn't been a bad idea. He reached out and ran his fingertips up Adam’s thigh.
Adam growled, “Let’s go in.” When Kris did not move, Adam reached down, grabbed Kris by the elbows and hauled him up against him in a hard swoosh.
“I think...” Kris began once he caught his breath. He rubbed his leg against Adam’s and looked up into Adam’s face. “That it would be an excellent idea if we held onto each other as we went up to our rooms.”
“Room.” Adam corrected in a tight voice.
“Yeah. That. Whatever. All's I know is, I want to grab that ass.”
Adam bent his head until his lips were brushing Kris' ear. "You will be grabbing my ass and holding on tight while I plow into you. In about ten minutes. Let's go." With a nod of gratitude in the driver's direction, Adam fished his wallet out of his pocket, peeled off a bill for the driver and stuck something in his back pocket.
Taking Kris by the hand, Adam hauled him into the doorway of the service entrance. He stopped briefly to ask directions to the elevator and they continued down a hallway. They both sighed when they saw the service elevator. Adam poked at the button impatiently, hitting it over and over again. When Kris shifted his feet, Adam looked over his shoulder and hooked his fingers in the open waistband of Kris' jeans and pulled him against him. Kris immediately began to rub against Adam's hip.
You're playing with fire
"Get a grip." Adam's fingers curled tightly into Kris' jeans.
"I'd rather you'd get a grip. Around my cock..." Kris whispered.
You're playing with fire
'Nice and tight. The way my ass is going to be for you." Kris stood on tiptoe to reach Adam's ear as a maid walked by with a stack of towels and put his hand on Adam's chest to steady himself. He looked down in surprise as he felt Adam's heart pounding against his hand. Day-um. Adam looked...well, aroused and angry, but the way his heart was pounding and the heat pouring off of him? Wow. Kris couldn't wait to get in trouble. He began to move his hand toward Adam's nipple, wondering if Adam was sensitive there and grinned when Adam grabbed his hand.
Ding
"Thank god..." Kris and Adam said in unison as the elevator reached the service floor.
"Key card?!" Kris blurted out. "It's one of those where you need to insert the card into the slot."
"Yeah. Got that," Adam said drily as he pulled a key card out of his pocket and shoved it in and out of the slot. "I know about inserting tabs into slots, boy."
"Well, hope it's not going to go that fast..." Kris grinned.
"Maybe I'll be the one to wear the cock ring..." Adam suggested as he stepped inside the elevator and pulled Kris inside. Prodding the floor button with his index finger, the ring on it glinting in the light, he barely waited for the door to close before leaning against the wall, dropping the backpack and hauling Kris up against him, his front to Kris' back.
"Adam." Kris rested his head against Adam's shoulder, then turned until he was looking up at him.
"Kris." Adam stared at Kris' mouth. That lower lip... he wanted to see it moving along the underside of his cock. Like...now. He closed his eyes and did a scale in his head.
"Aren't we going to kiss?" Kris licked his lower lip and opened his mouth. "I really want your tongue inside me."
You're playing with fire
Adam drew in a shuddering breath at the imagery shooting through his mind. "If I start kissing that mouth of yours that half the time looks ready to give a blow job..." Adam's hands bit into Kris' hips and opened his eyes. "I'm going to push you down and give you instructions on how to give one. A speed version."
"I would have no objections. If you're worried about your performance, you could put on that cock ring..." Kris smiled as he imagined Adam teaching him about his toys.
"I doubt, quite honestly, that it would fit on me right now."
"I can tell..." Kris rocked back against Adam's groin and wondered just how that was supposed to fit inside him. And he wanted to know. Now. "But if you want another option, you could..." Kris wriggled his butt into Adam's crotch. "Pull down my jeans and take me right here."
You're playing with fire
Adam closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Which, he thought, was probably a mistake as he inhaled the scent of Kris and ... he could practically smell how aroused Kris was. "I could..."
"Do it."
“Two problems--"
"Oh sheesh. You're going to overanalyze this, aren't you?" Kris shook his head. No way. He began to rub his ass up and down against Adam's crotch.
"It's what I've always done when we went to bed, remember?" Adam bent his knees and spread his legs to make room for Kris.
"We wasted a lot of time. There we were... alone in that room... Talking."
"Okay, you are already going to get it -- good -- for not telling me earlier. All those damn nights!" Adam's arm tightened around Kris' torso. "One. There are security cameras in here. I can assure you that if there were not, you'd be bent over with your hands wrapped around your ankles and speaking in tongues."
"Holy..." Kris leaned heavily against Adam and with suddenly-thick fingers began to unzip his jeans.
"Stop. The cameras," Adam reminded him, grabbing Kris' hand and pushing it aside. “Remember? Haven’t you learned yet? Eyes are everywhere.”
“But...” Kris began to protest, then smiled slowly, knowing that he was one of the very few privileged to tease Adam about the release of certain pictures. “But Adam. You love to have your picture taken. Those pictures of you kissing -“
“Never again. Ugh.” Adam shuddered, then without thinking, bent his head and bit Kris on the shoulder.
"Ow!" Kris groaned, then grinned. "Do it again."
"No. I’ve learned my lesson about private moments being private-“
“A hard lesson?” Kris asked automatically, rocking back against Adam's erection. But if Adam wanted to keep private moments private, then what the hell had he been doing with that interview with Michelle and... Kris lost his train of thought as Adam's hand tunneled under his shirt.
Damn, Kris was thinking too hard, Adam decided and and began to stroke his belly. He slowly slid his fingertips inside Kris' jeans, hidden by the shirt. “And don’t you think it might be fun to find ways to have private moments and not get caught?”
“Such as?” Kris licked his lips and turned his head to look up at Adam. “Like on Larry King Live when I took off my sneaker and ran my foot up your calf?”
“Yeah. Like that, asshole.” Adam chuckled.
"I think that after tonight, calling me asshole is going to be a term of endearment."
Adam sucked in a breath. "Do you?"
"Yeah. I think I'm going to become fond of that part of my anatomy myself tonight given the way it's already tingling."
You're playing with fire
"Really. Well, first..." Adam slid his left hand lower inside Kris' jeans and touched the base of Kris' cock with his fingertips. They both stiffened and let out low moans. Adam felt Kris heat up in his arms and knew his own brow was slightly damp. He kept his left hand in place and moved his right hand inside the back of Kris' jeans, pulling them tight as his hand slid downward.
"First?" Kris choked out, his skin super-heated wherever Adam was touching him. Front and back.
"First, since you're... untouched, right?"
"Yes. For...you. I think, feel... I was...waiting for..." Kris faltered and groaned when he felt Adam's heart speed up yet again. "I didn't even know..."
"I'm... glad," Adam said softly as a wave of heat poured over him, making his hands slippery. Good, he thought as he slid the fingertips of his right hand down until they were resting on the crack of Kris' ass. "First, we'll have to open you up."
"Open me up?" Kris repeated, holding his breath as Adam's index finger slid down the crack and gently began rubbing against him.
"Yes. With my hand. We'll start with one finger..." Adam pressed his index finger inside and rested it there, while resting his chin on Kris' soft hair.
Kris gasped in shock and unconsciously bent forward slightly. "Oh my.... Adammmmmmmmmmm."
"Then two..." Adam whispered in Kris' ear, licking the edge of it as he slid his middle finger down and gently feathered a touch along the edge. "And..."
Ding
"Here's our floor!" Adam sang out as he pulled his hands out of Kris' jeans and gently shoved him forward. "Oh, did you stumble?"
"You..." Kris felt his hands tremble, then realized his entire body was trembling.
"Come on." Adam slung his arm around Kris and pulled him out of the elevator. "And I do mean come on."
"Soon..." Kris said in a low voice, hoping he wasn't going to embarrass himself by prematurely... Thank god, here was the room. Oh just, hurry up...He bit his lip hard. "Maybe I need that cock ring...I don't know how long I'll last, Adam."
You're playing with fire
Adam's fingers slipped on the plastic rectangle of the card at Kris' words and at the sight of Kris' reddening lower lip. "I'll take care of you," Adam promised as he slid his key card into the room and they both stared as the light blinked red. "Damn it..." Adam grunted as he tried the card again, forcing himself to move the card more slowly.
Beep
The light blinked green and they both reached for the door handle. Shoving it down, they tumbled into the room, nearly on top of each other. Kris grabbed for Adam, reaching up to twine his arms around Adam's neck and pulling him back against him, blindly searching for Adam's mouth with his own and finding Adam's neck first. He bit down and revelled in the sound Adam made.
Adam reached up to close the door.
SLAM
Adam reached for Kris and shoved him against the door. "Now."
Playing with Fire: Chapter 8