Playing with Fire: Chapter 8
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 Playing with Fire: Chapter 5 Playing with Fire: Chapter 6 Playing with Fire: Chapter 7
Chapter 8: Ring of fire
“Unnnffff!” Kris grunted as his back hit the door.“Ad...mmmmmmmmmm....” He moaned as Adam took advantage of his open mouth to invade it with his tongue. Sliding his arms around Adam as he done so many times before in those hugs no one could give like Adam, Kris tilted his head back and opened his mouth, inviting and taking everything Adam was giving him with lips and tongue, then returning it with his own need. He groaned as Adam’s right hand moved up his body, tweaking his nipple before pressing up to encircle his neck as he’d done earlier that night, using his thumb to first tilt Kris’ chin further up, then to slide between their lips, the tip of it pressing into Kris’ bottom lip as they kissed. Kris froze, then felt a buzzing sort of warmth come over him as his tongue played with Adam’s then returned over and over to the tip of the thumb, finally, desperately, sucking it into his mouth.
“Enough.” Adam pulled his hand away, gave Kris another hard kiss and pressed his hands into Kris’ waist, lifting him up higher against the door. He pulled his mouth back reluctantly, forcing himself to tear away from Kris’ greedy lips, but not getting far as he growled, seeking lips against seeking lips, “Wrap your legs around me.”
Twining his arms around Adam’s neck, Kris did the same with his legs around Adam’s waist, biting his lip as his cock hit Adam’s smooth silver belt buckle, the top edge of it scraping him in a way that... “More...” Kris demanded, pulling Adam’s head toward him.
Adam slid his hands down to cup Kris’ butt, pulling him even closer and using the weight of his upper body to hold Kris in place as he fitted their mouths together.
Adam’s hands curved around Kris until his fingertips met in the crack of his ass. He started by plying light strokes, then began to press harder, reveling in Kris’ response as he first gasped, then groaned, then began to rock his cock against Adam.
No, no, no, Kris thought in his head as he felt a tingling in his balls and recognized that an explosion was... think of something else... Then Adam bit his bottom lip and he knew he couldn’t think, just feel, feel the heat, god, he needed to get his clothes off and... oh yeah....his cock knew what it was doing, rubbing against the edge of that belt buckle, which was nothing compared to that big glittery buckle Adam wore on stage, which ... Bad idea. Not working, Allen. And... “OH!” Kris cried out as Adam’s fingers squeezed his ass cheeks together while he bit Kris’ lip again, then slid his tongue inside to take Kris’ mouth in hard strokes.
Twisting his head to the side almost violently, Kris put a hand on Adam’s chest, pushing back and slipped his legs down until his feet hit the floor. He reached out blindly for the light switch, hitting the wall and somehow managing to find it, the desk lamp on the other side of the room providing a soft glow. Good, light.
Adam stared at Kris. If he’d changed his mind, Adam knew he’d probably prove that you could die from blue balls. And a broken heart. He slammed a hand against the door. “Kris, what’s-“
“You said you’d take care of me,” Kris blurted out, looking up at Adam’s hand, close to his head. “Out there in the hallway, you said-“
“I will.” Adam moved his hand to cup Kris’ cheek. “What do you want? Tell me.”
“I realllllly can’t wait...” Kris admitted, turning back to meet Adam’s eyes, but sliding down to stare at his mouth... those lips. Damn it. “I need to come. I’m gonna come. Don’t make me embarrass myself by coming without you...” Kris trailed off as he saw something ... some combination of possessiveness and warmth and yes, this being Adam, fierceness in those blue eyes.
"You're playing with fire.""
Adam stared at Kris in wonderment. Did Kris feel what he was feeling? Did he understand that this connection wasn’t common? He had to. “All we’ve really been doing is kissing. I haven’t even touched your-“
“I know, I know... My body wants to come, but I need to have your hand or...” Kris paused and from the grin that crossed Adam’s face, knew he had blushed. Which was ridiculous. It was Adam. Besides, Adam couldn’t know about the dreams he’d had, for months. He’d tell him eventually, all of them and... But now... “Your mouth...Really, I’d...” Kris looked down. “I’ve...”
“You’ve dreamt of my mouth, haven’t you?” Adam knew the minute the words left his mouth without any conscious thought that he was right. All those looks, those stares...
“Yes.” Kris lifted his hand and touched Adam’s lip. “That freckle right there. I’ve thought about watching that freckle as your lips circle my cock.”
"You're playing with fire.""
With swift, almost savage strokes of his hand, Adam divested Kris of his clothes, tossing them aside. He shoved Kris back against the door again, but this time his hands curved around Kris’ bare shoulders. Finally, he was touching Kris’ skin. Where next? The chest or...
Kris blinked at him in shock as he suddenly felt air against his skin, air that felt so cool against his overheated skin that he almost shivered. And then Adam moved forward and wrapped his arms around him and he felt like he was burning up. Why was Adam still dressed? And then his now-uncovered cock hit the edge of Adam’s belt buckle. “Oh yeah....” He rubbed his cock against Adam’s belt buckle.
“You are...” Adam bent his head to stare intently at Kris’ face. “M-“
Kris interrupted Adam, telling him even as he kept rocking back and forth moving from tip toe to standing flat over and over, “I wish this was the buckle you wear on stage. Do you know how many times I’ve stared at that thing, flashing in the lights?”
“Why do you think I wear it? How many times have I told you that clothing is important?” Adam grasped Kris cock at the base, taking control of it and rubbed it over the buckle, feeling it throb in his hand. Seeing a glisten in the soft light, he swabbed his thumb over the tip of Kris’ cock, then slowly, knowing Kris was watching, brought his thumb to his mouth and licked it.
“You’re killing me.” Kris gasped and felt a flame of heat curl up over the back of his head until his brain felt... What? He didn’t know anything any more. All he knew was that he wanted that tongue on his cock. He wanted his tongue on Adam’s cock, the cock he felt through Adam’s jeans. Rubbing against that hardness, he stared into Adam’s blue eyes. Oh god, he could come right now and if Adam had been wearing that glittery belt buckle, he would have. How many times had he thought of doing just that? How many times had he imagined taking off the buckle and opening Adam’s pants? How many times had he looked at the bulge under the buckle? He reached down with both hands on either side of his own cock and rocked against Adam. “Then I look lower...”
“Why do you think I have an erection on stage sometimes?” Adam bit his lip as Kris’ hands stroked him almost feverishly. “You want my cock too, don’t you, boy?”
“Yes...” Kris pushed against Adam’s crotch while his eyes were glued to Adam’s face. God, he was so intense. “I want it all. Everything. Like. Now. ”
“Say please.” Adam ordered watching as Kris’ pupils dilated even more. Kris did like being ordered around. Good. He felt like he had a lot of orders in him to give after all those months of teasing.
“Please.” Kris cried out as Adam slid his hands from his shoulders, down his back, and curved over the globes of his ass. He pushed back into Adam’s hands. Skin to skin. But... “Your clothes-“ Kris panted.
“No time, right?” Adam sank to his knees. He looked up at Kris and ordered, “Put your hands in my hair.”
God, he’d wanted to do that for so long. He’d occasionally used the excuse of teasing Adam about his hairstyling adventures to touch his hair, but now... Finally. Kris threaded his hands through Adam’s thick hair, trying to concentrate on the silky strands weaving through his fingers so he didn’t explode the minute Adam took him into that amazing mouth of his. Which was... he bit his lower lip hard... right now. “Yesssssssssss....” He groaned as he finally watched those lips part and take his cock between them. Finally.
Finally, Adam thought, as his mouth slid down Kris’ length, then back up again. He swirled his tongue around the head, then pulled back to give long, voluptuous licks to it, feeling Kris’ body trembling with each pass of his lips and tongue. Alternating licks and slides and sucks in a pattern that was no pattern, he kept Kris on the edge, wanting, needing for Kris’ first time with him to be memorable.
His knees shook as Kris watched Adam’s mouth. Those lips he’d watch so many times, talking, laughing, singing... and now, damn it... Was he humming while sucking him. Oh god. Adam, Adam... Bending forward, he tried to pull Adam’s tee-shirt up. Skin. He wanted to feel more of Adam.
Adam shoved his hand away and clamped his lips around the base of Kris’ cock, then slowly drew his mouth back, his tongue teasing along the underside.
Kris arched his back once again, then shook his head. He wanted more. “Adam, I don’t want to come yet, I was wrong, I want more...”
Adam pulled his head back and lightly smacked Kris’ thigh. “Stop arguing with me. Stop teasing me. I’ve had enough--”
“Or what?” Kris challenged. “You gonna use that whip?”
"You're playing with fire.""
“You’re not ready for the whip.” Adam curled his fingers around Kris’ cock and tugged on it, his hand sliding smoothly over the wetness there, then slid down to caress Kris’ balls. He raised his eyebrows. Kris was drawn up and ready to fire, but was resisting. This was... His eyes met Kris... impressive. But he had enough of teasing. “You are mistaken if you think I’m giving you a choice about this.” Adam warned him. “You’re going to come now.”
“But-“ Kris protested, wanting to push Adam over the edge with him. If he angered Adam enough, he thought he’d get what he wanted. Adam naked and... Oh god, don’t think too much about that, he decided, feeling his body begin to push and his cock thrust into Adam’s hand. Traitor.
“Wow, you really are adventurous, Mr. Allen...” Adam said softly, keeping his eyes focused on Kris’ as he reached for the backpack he'd dropped on the floor in their tumble into the room. “We both know I could have brought you off with just my mouth, but as you say...”
“Adventurous?” Kris forced himself to break Adam’s gaze to look at his hand. “Uh-oh. What else is in that backpack? It’s like a magician’s... Wait, lube? You did have lube in that backpack, why didn’t you..”
“I’ll show you why.” Adam flicked open the top of the tube and deftly squeezed a copious amount of the clear liquid onto the fingers of his right hand, closed the tube and tossed it over his shoulder in the general vicinity of the bed.
With one hand, he held Kris’ cock in place and slowly moved his head forward. Keeping his head still, he controlled Kris as he brushed his cock back and forth against his lips, over and over and over. When Kris tried to push forward, Adam slammed his left hand onto Kris’ abdomen and held him still. “I didn’t tell you that you could move, did I?” he said in a deep thread of his voice before slightly parting his lips and brushing them against Kris’ hard flesh again. His.
Kris groaned. “C’mon. Let me back into that mouth. God, it’s...I’ve always thought your mouth was beautiful, the music you make with it... And now...let me in...”
“You have to let me in first.” Raising his right hand, Adam pushed his elbow into Kris’ thigh. “Open up.” When Kris immediately moved his feet further apart, Adam wasted no time in aiming his wet fingers to Kris’ tight opening. He looked up at Kris and with his lips brushing against the tip of Kris’ hardness, told him, “Relax.”
“Relax? You’re outta your mind, Lambert!” Kris was glad for the support of the door, unsure if his legs could hold him up between the utterly-possessive look in Adam’s eyes and the feel of his long fingers spreading lube behind his balls and then... oh my...rubbing along the edges and ... his body fell back, and he opened his legs wider. More, more, more. “WOW. I didn’t know...”
“You were made for this...” Adam whispered as Kris’ cock leapt and brushed against his cheek. For me, Adam thought as he began rotating his middle finger against the opening and then... inside, damn, Kris was tight, Adam’s own cock surged and strained against his jeans, keeping him from ravaging Kris the way he’d needed them to, he gently moved his finger up, then down, then back up again, searching for... yes, there, the spot. He tilted his head back to stare at Kris, wanting to memorize the moment.
Kris felt every nerve ending in his body ignite. He clutched Adam’s hair, arched his back, head hitting the door, and without conscious thought, began to yell, “Oh my fucking.... AD......... AMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!”
“That’s why I didn’t get out the lube in the limo.” Adam smiled wickedly before he bent his head and once again, wrapped his lips around Kris’ cock and moved his lips and tongue in unison with the brushes of the finger inside Kris. Soon, Adam told himself, he’d be even deeper inside Kris, but for now... Yes.. He felt Kris’ body tighten and his hands hold onto his hair, as Adam’s hands slid over sweat-dampened skin and Kris began to rotate his hips in need. Adam’s finger followed Kris’ movements, rubbing and rubbing until... Yes, here...
“Oh... Adam...” Kris yelled out as he felt a fiery heat wash over him and nearly bent over as the climax hit him and poured into Adam’s mouth. “Adam, Adam...” That mouth... he thought as stared down at Adams’ face and began to thrust wildly into those lips, feeling the aftershocks as Adam milked him dry. He couldn’t get enough, he thought, even as his cock became oversensitized. He wanted more, needed more. “Adam. Just the beginning...” He whispered, aware that his hands were clenching in Adam’s hair and loosened their grip to massage Adam’s scalp. He sighed and allowed one hand to drift down to Adam’s eyebrow, then his cheek, then the edge of his mouth. So talented. “Your turn. Please.”
Adam reluctantly and slowly pulled his mouth from Kris and slid his finger out of Kris’ body, grinning when Kris’ channel clamped down on his finger as if to keep him inside. “This...” he whispered as he turned his head and kissed Kris’ thigh. “Is going to be good.”
"Good?" Kris laughed shakily. "I've said this before and it's even truer -- and YES, I know that's not a word. But it's even truer to me now. Everything you do is mind-blowing."
Adam smiled, stood up and kept his eyes on Kris’ pinkened face as he began stripping off his clothes. When Adam unbuckled his belt and drew it through the loops, he heard Kris made a soft sound.
Kris sighed. “If I had more patience, I’d ask you to dance for me as you take off your clothes. Another- ”
Adam’s head snapped up. “Aha. So that’s what you’re thinking when you’re watching the Bowie medley from backstage with that open mouth of yours.”
"So what?" Kris challenged. Adam was taking too long. "So what?"
Adam tooka quick step forward, cupped the back of Kris’ head with one hand and circled his neck with the other as he took advantage of Kris' parted lips for a long deep kiss, enjoying the moment when Kris realized he was tasting himself and froze, then gasped, then melted against him.
“You taste like...” Kris’ eyes opened wide. “I never...”
“Get used to the taste,” Adam said in a low voice.
“Ohhhh....” Kris moaned, unsure if he was instantly erect again from the words or the voice alone. Or both.
Adam then used his index finger to wipe across the top of his own cock. Lifting his hand up to Kris’ lips, he slid his finger inside Kris’ willing mouth. “Or rather, get used to my taste.”
Continues here: Playing with Fire: Chapter 9