Light My Fire Chapter 6
LIGHT MY FIRE
Ship: Adam/Kris from American Idol
Plot: Adam teasing Kris during the AI show and tour.
Notes: No Drake or Katy exist in this story. Danny is somewhat of a douche. Written upon request as a turnabout from my last story, Playing with Fire, in which Kris teased Adam.
Style: Humor/Dialogue
Rating: NC-17 probably eventually
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Chapter 6: Fire of frustration
Kris frowned as Adam walked silently through the darkened room with his tshirt and sleep pants in hand, went into the bathroom, and closed the bathroom door. He got out of bed, then hesitated. Squaring his bare shoulders, he walked to the door and knocked on it. "Adam?"
"Eve?"
"Why are you changing in the bathroom?" Kris blurted out. He could kill Matt for having told Adam what Danny had said about their hug. "It's not because of what Alli said or what I said or god forbid, what Gokey said--"
"No." Adam smiled at himself in the mirror as he peeled off his zipper pants, then pulled his shirt over his head. It's because human nature is such that people want most what they cannot have.
"Well, what are you doing in there?"
"What do you think I"m doing? I'm changing."
"Since when do you change in the bathroom?"
Hearing the note of concern in Kris' voice, Adam reached out and touched the door, knowing Kris was on the other side. "Kris, I'm okay. I won't let any derogatory commentary affect our relationship that way. That would mean the bigots would win, right?"
"Good!" Kris smiled in relief. "But why did you go into the bathroom to change?"
"I thought you were asleep, so I came in here to change--"
"I'm not asleep."
"Okaaay. You're like a dog with a bone." Adam paused, wondering if he should make the comment tingling on his tongue--
"Aren't you going to make a joke about a boner?" Kris asked. "I mean, seriously. You're passing up a chance to make a sex joke? Are you sick?"
Adam began to laugh. "Anyway, I'm changing. Then I'm undoing my face."
"You usually sleep in your makeup."
"Aww. You noticed." Adam tugged his soft lounge pants on and quickly stuck his arms and head into a t-shirt.
"I notice everything about you," Kris admitted, then ran his hands through his hair. What the hell was it about Adam that drew him that way? That made him notice every detail? Like that damn zipper on those damn pants. Those damn obvious pants. That would be too much on anyone else, but on Adam were... just right. He cocked his head as he heard the water running. Adam must be washing his face. Not taking a shower, which was... But Adam'd also had makeup on his chest -- was he shirtless? And why, Kris groaned silently, was he wondering about that?
Adam pulled the washcloth away from his face. "Then you may have noticed that in makeup they put a wee--"
"Wee? What, are you a leprechaun now?"
"Not me, little man. Have you ever thought that green might be your color? Or that you'd be truly excellent at hosting a kids' program given that you're so small the kids would find you non-threatening? Just think of all the cute costumes you could wear. Like say a leprechaun. Or--"
"I walked into that one," Kris admitted as he smiled. He loved when Adam carried on. "And green wouldn't be your color -- you'd look like the Jolly Green Giant. But what were you saying about your makeup tonight?"
"They put a wee bit too much bronzer on me. It has to come off or I'll stain the sheets and--"
"And if you're gonna stain the sheets, it wouldn't be with bronzer. It would be with flavored lube and bodily fluids."
Adam's head snapped toward the door. "Whoa! Score for Allen."
"Told you I'm not a naive hick." Kris smiled triumphantly at the closed door. He wished he could have seen Adam's face. He rattled the knob, but it was locked. What the hell was Adam really doing in there that he had to lock the door? Adam hadn't taken that shower when they returned to the mansion, having gotten caught up in talking to the other contestants until Kris gave up and went to their bedroom. But he wouldn't really... use his lube stash while Kris was standing outside the door. Would he? And if he did---
"For the record, I never once said that." Adam pulled out his makeup cleanser and began removing the traces of makeup remaining after scrubbing his face. "If you were any sort of hick, we wouldn't have much in common and yet--"
"And yet..." Kris interrupted, then paused to rest his forehead and lift his hand to press against the door, the coolness of the wood a welcome antidote to the heat of his skin. "In just a few weeks, I feel closer to you than people I've known all my life. Do you get that?"
"Yes..." Adam answered softly. He thanked Ra that his theater-trained voice carried and stayed firm even though his hand was shaking with the frustrated need to reach out, unlock the door and... He stared at the door, gritted his teeth, then turned back to the sink to run the water, hard and fast. He cupped his hands in the stream and splashed it on his face. If he let Kris in now, he'd push the guy against the wall and... shock the hell out of him, possibly ruining their chances. Adam knew he wasn't accustomed to waiting, knew he wasn't as patient as he should be and... he also knew that he could find the patience and endure the wait if that flicker of truth he felt, deep inside, was that the universe had brought him here, to this place in life, to this very room to create the light he needed in his life, all of his life.
"Let me in," Kris ordered. When Adam didn't answer, he repeated, "Let. Me. In."
"Or you'll huff and you'll puff and blow my house down? Because, I have to tell you, if blowing is involved, it's not my house that I'd want you to--"
"Adam! Eeep!" Kris squawked, then squeaked when Adam pulled the door open with a flourish and stood in front of him.
"Just what did you think I was doing in there that I needed your help right outside the door?" Adam asked, taking in the sight of Kris wearing a pair of blue and green plaid-- of course -- soft flannel sleep pants and...give him strength... nothing else. Turning off the bathroom light, Adam brushed against Kris as he passed through the door and walked over to the closet.
"Nothing." Kris began, then stopped to watch Adam flip on the closet light, hang up his pants and put his shirt in a separate laundry. He already knew that there was no way that Versace shirt was going to the Idol housekeepers for cleaning. He sat down on his bed, waiting for Adam to do the same for their nightly ritual. The best part of the day. "I just wanted to talk to you. I like talking to you every night."
"Me too." Adam smiled, an open smile that lit up his eyes. He flung himself down on the bed and lay on his side facing Kris' bed. "So where were we? Oh, I know, talking about blow jobs."
"We were not..." Kris began, even as he felt a smile warming him as it flowed upward from his heart. He slid backward on the bed until his back was resting against the headboard. "And it would be a short converseation -- and no more short jokes!"
"Well, if you're going to suck the fun out of that conversation..." Adam quipped, then waited while Kris groaned on cue. "We could talk about your surprising familiarity with flavored lubes and bodily fluids."
Kris rolled his eyes. "Hardly. Anything I know, I've learned up from you."
Adam grabbed the pillow, squeezing it tightly with his fingers. He'd love to teach Kris the practical application of a flavored lube. First he'd push Kris' legs apart, gently, he'd do it gently the first time and... Redirect yourself, Lambert. Think about... blow jobs? Had Kris ever tried it with --
"Adam? Adam, are you too tired to talk? Did you hear me? I asked how you did that with your voice tonight," Kris asked, his voice low, not wanting to keep Adam awake if he was actually able to fall asleep quickly for once.
"Excuse me? I thought we were talking about blow jobs?" Adam asked, grinning over at Kris. "Way more interesting late at night than vocal technique."
Kris shook his head as he saw the gleam of Adam's teeth in the gray gloaming of the room, lit only by the closet light Adam had raged about as inadequate for the subtleties of color selection. "You just got yourself worked up tonight..." Kris stopped abruptly. That wasn't true. Adam had done his... thing, then stopped and smiled and once again, he was back to Adam.
"No, I didn't. Did you see me sporting a hard on?"
"No," Kris admitted, then groaned. "Not that I was looking."
"Of course not," Adam drawled slowly. "I may have to retire the zipper pants then."
"Oh, I dunno. Kara was happy about them."
"She was confused." Adam laughed softly.
"Nah, that was Simon. When he asked, 'What the hell was that?' I turned to Matt and said, 'That was Simon getting his first hard on from a guy.'"
Adam cracked up and rolled onto his back. "You did not!"
Kris laughed as he watched Adam's long body roll on the bed. "I did. Then Matt was confused. I don't know what was so perplexing. You were like... sex on fire."
"Thanks. That's one of my favorite Kings of Leon songs." Adam glanced at Kris' face as the other man nodded. He looked relaxed until you saw the muscles bunching in his arms. Bare arms. Very nice bare arms. Very nice bare arms that he'd like to push over Kris' head and then... Control. He cleared his throat and turned back to face Kris. "But really it was all smoke and mirrors. I really wasn't moving very much."
"Except for the hand you used to pull up your shirt." Kris shook his head.
"I didn't pull up my shirt," Adam scoffed. He wouldn't have done that on national televsion.
"Yes, you did." Kris looked at Adam's left hip, currently covered by his sleeping pants and.. was there underwear over his skin too? That hip, he had seen it -- along with a few million people -- earlier tonight and it was amazing how that small slice of skin was so---
"That's ridiculous. Anyway, it -- the sex -- was all an illusion. The way I was actually moving my body? There was no thrusting, no real rolling of the hips... it was setting a stage and letting the viewer's imagination fill in the rest." When Kris looked skeptical, Adam continued. "It looked like more than it really was. You'll see when we watch the dvd--"
"You'll see." Kris pointed at Adam. Adam honestly thought that performance was subtle, didn't he? "When we watch that dvd. Humph. The dvd you got a day early when you asked nicely -- which is code for you looked at her with those gorgeous eyes and--"
"You think I have gorgeous eyes?" Adam asked immediately, his voice so soft that only someone focusing for the sound of his voice could have heard.
Kris shook his head. "Anyone with eyes of their own knows you have gorgeous eyes. Stop fishing."
"Not when I'm catching compliments."
Kris frowned as he heard the unspoken old, but real, pain behind Adam's casual words. Or... did he hear it or did he just know? Adam had told him of his insecurities born of the past. Whoever ended up loving Adam was going to have to provide a lot of strokes, Kris thought absently, as he softly but fervently said, "You need to get over your insecurities when you're offstage. They're old news. Today, offstage -- look in the damn mirror. You're... beautiful. In a man way."
Adam swallowed hard, then said equally sincerely, "And you're a better musician than you think you are. Be confident. Take some risks," Adam urged. "Now that today's meeting of the mutual admiration society is over... Let's talk about sex."
"Huh?" Kris blinked. "How did we go from..." He looked at the bathroom door to Adam and then in the direction of the zipper pants hanging up in the closet. "Oh. Did you get yourself in a mood and -- wait a minit -- you had to have some kind of underwear on..." Kris gestured toward Adam's groin, then blushed and shoved his hand between his own legs, then blushed again and put it on the top of the blankets under him. "You had to be wearing underwear of some kind in order to...uh..."
Adam smirked. "To keep the cobra in the basket."
"To keep Old Faithful from erupting. Wooosh!" Kris' hands and fingers wiggled as he extended his arms upward.
"To keep the rocket from leaving the launchpad." Adam's arm shot straight up towards the ceiling.
"To keep the plow in the ground."
"To keep Jack in the box."
"To keep the boy down on the farm." Kris winked, even as the rest of his face started to crinkle up as he tried vainly not to burst into laughter.
"To keep the crow from flying."
"To keep the crow from flying?" Kris choked out as he doubled over with laughter. He looked over at Adam, glad to see his friend clutching his own stomach as he chortled.
"Kris..." Adam gasped, still laughing.
"I mean, I know you weren't... what was that word? Tucking, right? I know you weren't tucking."
"How did you know that?"
"Let's get real. The zipper... wasn't flat." Kris bit his lip as Adam grinned, then said more seriously, "You know, Adam, it didn't matter what you did with your body or your zipper pants--"
"Again, dissing my lucky pants. I may need to retire them if they're not going to get any respect."
"It's all in your voice. You could have sat on a stool, wearing baggy clothes and your voice would have been... Your voice. It was... the... most..."
"Most what?" When Kris said nothing, Adam suggested, "I was going for sensual."
"I think you, uh, nailed it." Kris wiggled around on the bed and finally settled for shifting lower against the headboard, then pushing his pillow behind his shoulders.
"Are you done?" Adam asked, holding back a sigh. Watching Kris wiggle around on his back was not helping.. He rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. The view he'd like Kris to have and... Control, man, control.
"Yeah, sure." Kris shrugged and relaxed into the pillow, watching Adam breathe deeply. "You're not falling asleep, are you? Because I wanted to ask... How do you do that? With your voice, how do you figure out how to do that?"
"Part of it is technical. Part of it is emotional or... the exchange of energy with the audience which was..."
"Weird tonight." Kris began to chuckle softly, then yawned as tiredness crept up on him, that last burst of laughter had done him in. "They didn't know what to make of it."
"Yeah, so I had to use my own energy, which tonight, was about finding the zone and using technique."
"How did you find the zone?" Kris asked, blinking his eyes.
"Part of it is experience with eliciting a reaction from an audience. Part of it is having enough comfort with your own body so that you can use it to enhance the response. Part of it is having enough of the technique and experience so that when you are in the zone in the performance, you can let go and... have this real moment, when you merge with your instrument, so that you are the song. And then..."
Kris closed his eyes and slid down in the bed, listening to Adam's voice talking about something technical he had done that night with something... passs... something Italian. If he were more awake, he'd probably care more. No, not probably, absolutely. Adam was always interesting, his passion for music was contagious, but right now, Kris was content to just listen to Adam's voice. Who the hell was he kidding, he was always happy to listen to Adam's voice; it was one reason why he loved getting Adam going, just to listen to his voice carrying on, endlessly on some topic.
"And then I stood on my head and sang in Chinese while tossing anal beads into the audience. Kris?" Adam asked softly, sitting up. Peering through the darkness, he saw Kris slumped, awkwardly, in his bed. He was going to wake up with a crick in his neck.
Jumping to his feet, he padded softly over to Kris' bed and leaned over. Hesitating for a moment, he finally shrugged and slid his right hand over Kris' bare shoulder and gently pushed down. When Kris merely shook his head, but did not move, Adam sighed and placed his left hand on Kris' waist and gently tugged Kris down into the bed. Concentrating on ignoring the feel of Kris' smooth skin under his hands, Adam did not see Kris' eyes flutter open.
"Adam..." Kris whispered, his lips curving upward as he saw Adam's face close to his own.
"Sorry." Adam smiled down at Kris. "I was afraid you were going to get a crick in your neck."
"Thanks..." Kris smiled sleepily up at Adam. "Your voice is the best lullaby in the world. When it's all soft and quiet like that. Other times..." He shivered. "It's...I want..."
"Go back to sleep." Adam urged quietly as he reached for the blanket and tossed it over Kris.
"You've tucked me in. Are you going to kiss my forehead now?" Kris closed his eyes and snuggled into the blankets.
Adam's lips parted. "Baby..." He paused, then added, "You're such a baby, Kris Allen." He touched Kris' cheek, then bent his head and softly kissed Kris' forehead, allowing his lips to linger a fraction of a second too long.
Kris exhaled and opened his eyes a slit as he watched Adam walk away. He touched the damp skin on his forehead, then brought his fingers to his lips and smiled as Adam turned off the dim closet light and sauntered toward his bed. Sometimes the pants Adam wore to bed slid down a little and not that he was looking at Adam's ass or anything, he just wanted to know about the underwear issue from tonight and.. He sighed when Adam's pants stayed in place, even as he slid into his bed. Maybe tomorrow... Kris decided as he fell asleep.
A short while later, Kris sat bolt upright in bed, his dreams having woken him. He slapped the bed with his hand in frustration. "Damn," he whispered into the dark night. "I still don't know if he was wearing anything under those zipper pants. Shit, shit, shit. This is going to drive me crazy."
Adam buried his smile in his pillow. Mission accomplished.
TBC at Chapter 7