Light My Fire Chapter 11
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 generally.
Rating: PG-13/R
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NOTE: In the interests of posting sooner rather than later (RL has been a beyotch lately, sts), I am dividing this chapter into two parts and posting the first part today. I believe there is a glimpse into the next half of this chapter which will gladden some of your hearts and other organs.
Chatper 11: Lightning strikes lead to a...
"Guys. Guys!"
"What the hell?" Kris and Adam said in unison, sitting up on the bed to glare at the intercom speaker near the door.
Kris frowned as Adam's hand slid off of his shoulder. "I honestly think he has this radar..."
"Are you in your room? Doing God knows what?" Gokey's voice rasped over the speaker.
Adam grunted. "Yeah, a radar gun set to ruining my life."
"Don't be a drama queen, Lambert," Kris urged, then looked down at his watch and swore. He jumped off the bed and nearly ran to the intercom. Pressing it, he told Danny, "We'll be down--"
"I'd like to go down..." Adam whispered in a deep voice.
Kris bit his lip as his cock swelled and turned around to glare at Adam. Who was looking far too smug. "As I was saying, Danny, we'll be down in a few."
Danny huffed, "Okay, because I don't want to deal--"
"Yeah, we'll be down, Danny," Kris snapped. He glared at the intercom as he released the button, then jumped when Adam spoke directly behind him.
"We'll?" Adam asked, standing behind Kris and running a finger down the curve of his spine. "We'll be down? You want to try that for your first blow job, because--"
Kris leaned back into Adam's touch. He was usually cold. Until Adam touched him. Then he was so hot. And that finger on his spine, now softly flicking inside the waistband of his jeans and... What had Adam just said? Holy... "WHAT?" Kris whipped around to stare open-mouthed at Adam, then gasped at the needy look on Adam's face.
"Ah, I see your mouth is all prepared..." Adam smiled and ran his index finger along the open outline of Kris' lips.
"Adam!" Kris jumped back, because his other choice was to leap on Adam. And damn it, it had seemed like such a good idea.. It was a good idea. "Control, Adam. Remember? You're all about control?"
"I'm starting to think it's overrated. Because, seriously, Allen. I read a study once about the effects of long-term blue-balling it and we're at risk--"
Kris cracked up. "We're at risk, my ass."
"Your ass?" Adam grinned, then ran his hand over Kris' butt, then slid toward the center and down. How far was Kris going to allow him to go? He slid in even more. Wow, that far? "At some point, my no-longer-blue-balls are going to be resting against your ass and--"
Kris gulped and grabbed Adam's hand, then pushed it away before he could tug on it and pull Adam down to the bed and... "We need to go. But...You read a study about blue-balling it?"
"Actually, I'm living that study and will write up the results for the Journal of the American Medical Association in my copious free time." Adam went over to the bed, plucked the shirt off of it and began walking back toward Kris. "Blue. How thematic. Get dressed. Which is so not the order I want to be giving you."
Kris felt a spark as their hands met and looked up in surprise to meet Adam's eyes. Adam was looking down at their hands before raising his head. Kris bit his lip as he saw... ideas in the blue eyes absorbing him. "What are the orders you'd like to give?"
Adam smiled as he pushed Kris back against the door. "You'll find out later."
A brief interlude of later:
"Get naked. Now," Adam ordered as he pushed Kris away with both hands on Kris' shoulders.
"Is the door locked?" Kris asked even as he took a step back, then let out a soft whoosh as Adam put a hand on his bare chest and shoved him onto the couch cushions.
"Don't worry about the damn door. Anyway, isn't that one of your kinks -- the thrill of possibly getting caught?" Adam growled as he reached for the button on the waistband of Kris' jeans. "So worry or get excited about the thrill of someone walking in while my mouth is on your cock." When Kris moaned, Adam smiled slowly, then moved his index finger down Kris' zipper, slowly, catching each zipper tooth with his nail, before palming Kris' cock in his hand. "Your choice. But what's not your choice is this -- Get naked. Do what I told you. Now."
Kris licked his lower lip as he hurried to follow Adam's orders. He had never expected this play in the game when he'd led Adam to the game room a few hours ago.
"At least Gokey didn't knock on our door and push it open. That would qualify as the new worst sex-related public moment in my life," Adam shuddered as they walked toward the large game room of the mansion.
"What would be your previous worst sex-related public moment?" Kris asked curiously. Although... what was Adam's worst private sex moment? Oh, that was ridiculous. Adam didn't have bad private sex moments. He was Adam. Hell, he'd nearly clenched when Adam pushed him against the door upstairs and just rubbed their bodies together, so there was no way Adam had ever had bad sex.
"My father caught me looking at gay porn when I was thirteen."
"That's..." Kris grimaced. "Your basic nightmare? It hadn't gone too far... I hope?"
"Wellll, when you're a thirteen year old boy, it doesn't take much." Adam grinned and elbowed Kris as they walked into the game room. Damn, it was crowded. And noisy and--
"Really? I guess..." Kris frowned. "I think I must have been--"
Adam looked down askance at Kris. "You really need better porn--"
"I'd recognize those dulcet tones and the sentiment any where..." A voice said from the side of the door.
"Brad?" Adam and Kris asked simultaneously.
"My. They even speak in unison. How... harmonic convergence of you two."
"What are you doing here?" Kris and Adam asked together. Kris spun around so fast he nearly stumbled. Brad? Without conscious thought, he stepped in front of Adam. Adam stopped in mid-stride and stared down at Kris in amazement. What was Kris doing? Did Kris actually think Adam needed to be protected from Brad? Tactical error, Lambert, in telling Kris about how devastated he'd been by the breakup. He'd moved on, he thought, as he rested his hand on Kris' shoulder.
"And yet again. Color me amused." Brad pushed away from the wall and stared intently at Kris. "And intrigued."
"Oh, I'm the intrigued individual," Adam said, looking away from Kris to glance from Brad to Cassidy, who was unloading... video games? "What are you doing here?"
"Cassidy needed help carrying stuff." Brad held up the case he was carrying in one hand.
"So he asked you?" Adam asked incredulously. "Since when do you carry anything heavier than a martini glass?"
"Hey, I go to the gym."
"To meet tricks."
"Oh, I'm not the one with tricks..." Brad nodded at Kris, who still stood in front of Adam, who still had Adam's hand on his shoulder. "Talk to your guy here."
"Kris?" Adam asked. "Why are Cassidy and Brad here with video games... What is that? Rock Band and Guitar Hero and Aerosmith Guitar Hero and --"
"Grand Theft Auto!" Anoop hollered back at them. "Thank god! Finally, some quality entertainment for our curfewed quarantine."
Kris shrugged and stuck his hands in his jean pockets. "I thought you might like to see your friend, Cassidy, and since we're really stuck here tonight and it's -- gasp -- a Saturday night -- I thought you could play some video games at least with Cassidy -- you were talking about that the other day in one your endless whining complaints about how you were too old to have a curfew--"
"I am." Adam smiled at Kris' teasing, even as he wondered why Kris seemed nervous. "It's so freaking ridiculous. I mean--"
"Heard it before, Lambert. Heard how you miss your friends. And then you missed seeing Cassidy because we... Well." Kris felt a flush of heat paint his cheeks and hoped Brad didn't notice. Although the smug way Adam was looking down at him would make even Scott suspicious. "So! So one morning when you were in the shower for a realllllly long time..." Kris grinned suddenly. "No doubt applying that Paul Mitchell Ink dye to your hair..."
"No doubt." Adam grinned back and squeezed Kris' shoulder.
"I'm totally missing something..." Brad said under his breath as he watched the connection between Adam and Kris seem to snap tight in their shared gaze.
"You swiped my phone and made a call? Thank you." Adam opened his arms and pulled Kris in for a hug.
"Well, far be it from me to interrupt this touching scene..." Brad drawled. "But this case is getting heavy--"
"And you need to be on your way?" Kris asked eagerly as he reluctantly stepped back from Adam's embrace.
Adam looked at Kris in surprise. What the hell had gotten into him tonight? "Kris? Why are you so--"
"I have an idea--" Brad began, when Kris shook his head and interrupted.
"I should apologize..." Kris began, then stopped, knowing his mother would have slapped him for such a half-assed apology for rudeness, but.. He looked over at Adam, who was studying him like he was a puzzle. Oh great, he'd wanted Adam to have fun and relax and now he was analyzing again and wondering what the hell had gotten into Kris. Which was not Adam, not yet. Although, Adam was his. Well. He was. Not Brad's. So he'd won and... since when was he competitive and... He rubbed his forehead. He needed to come up with a polite excuse. And a truthful polite excuse would be even better. He looked around. Oh. Gokey. Gokey who was glaring at Brad as if he were the devil in sneakers. "I do apologize. I'm apparently PMSing or something. But...You being here is just going to egg Gokey on," Kris told Brad softly. "And make it worse for Adam."
"What are you talking about? I've totally butched myself up for the occasion." Brad glanced over at Danny. Neil had mentioned that Danny was a nose waiting to be broken.
Adam's lips twitched. "Do tell me just how you are butched up."
"I'm wearing sneakers. And a jacket. Plus, no makeup!" Brad grinned, then held up a hard-sided case. "And carrying weapons."
"Weapons?" Kris looked askance at the case.
"Yeah. Various studs and spikes and shiny things for Adam to look at for this jacket--"
"My jacket?" Adam grabbed for the case and carried it to a clear spot on the floor, where he sat down and eagerly opened it.
Kris rolled his eyes and smiled. Adam was like a kid opening presents. "Well, there goes the next hour."
"You do know Adam," Brad said softly, seeing the deep affection undergirding the amusement in Kris' eyes.
Kris felt his smile disappear as he looked at Brad who was looking at him as though he were dissecting him. Ugh. And-- "Yeah. I do. Especially since we share a lube stash," Kris burst out. He silently wondered who that man talking was, that man who felt the apparent need to stake a claim. He had never before acted like this in his life. Never felt this surge of possessiveness. Sometimes he felt almost overwhelmed, felt like his senses were on overload, like he had become this needy--
"You look like a man whose lived his whole life on porridge and recently discovered candy," Brad observed.
"Huh?" Kris mumbled as he watched Adam kneel and then lean over the case. It should be illegal to have an ass like that. What kind of underwear did Adam have on tonight? If any.
"Uh, Kris?" Brad grinned as he tracked Kris' gaze. Couldn't blame him. "I'll try again. You're looking at Adam like he's the tastiest eye candy you've ever seen outside of a WeHo Halloween party."
"I've never seen a WeHo Halloween party. Although I have seen some pics of Adam in various costumes--"
"My point is made." Brad watched Kris intently. The guy was interesting, given his repeated switch from nice to possessive and aggressive.
"I'm so sure. But you know, Adam's not candy," Kris said absently as he watched Adam's ass and thigh muscles flex in those tight jeans as he stood up to talk to Cassidy.
"No? He's more like..."
"Meat." Kris froze. Had he really said that?
Brad began to laugh. "You really said that."
"Said what?" Cassidy asked as he approached the two shorter men and held out a soft-side case to Kris.
"I'm saying thank you!" Kris whispered as he took the case. "How much do I owe you?"
"Don't worry about it." Cassidy shook his head. "If you need help setting up--"
"Setting up what?" Brad asked, his face avaricious in its curiosity.
"Nothing." Kris smiled tightly as he kept his eye on Adam. Thank god for rhinestones. "Yeah, Cassidy, if you wouldn't mind..."
"Happy to. I'd like to spend a little time getting to know you." Cassidy nodded at Brad. "Why don't you explore one of your skill sets and distract the group for a little bit?"
"So I'm playing the role of court jester tonight?" Brad sighed melodramatically.
"Better to play a fool than to be one." Kris smiled quickly. "Speaking of which, seriously, dude. Stay away from Gokey."
Kris smiled as they left the room and he looked over his shoulder to watch Adam debating over two spikes that looked identical to him
"Penny for your thoughts?" Cassidy asked.
Kris looked over at Adam's friend as he pointed down the hall. Cassidy wasn't challenging, the way Brad was. He'd been super nice on the phone and now just seemed curious. In some weird, watchful way. Whatever. He had a mission. "I was just thinking earlier and now, that we have the Adam who goes on stage and burns up the microphone and... okay, let's be honest, the sexual inhibitions of half the audience--" And myself.
"And freaks out Simon Cowell with his first boner from a guy?" Cassidy laughed as Kris pointed to a room, remembering how Adam had told him that story.
"Adam told you I said that? Of course he did." Kris smiled. "Well, there's that Adam and then there's the Adam who was sliding around in his socks on the tile floor earlier and is now getting all excited over rhinestones." Kris closed the door behind them and set the case on a coffeetable as he and Cassidy began unloading it.
"And you like them both?"
"Well, yeah."
"Well, d'uh, right?" Cassidy laughed at the derision on Kris' face. Then he nodded briskly and said, "You know, Kris, we'd be happy to fit you into a leather jacket any time." He paused as he watched Kris awkwardly, but carefully arrange his supplies. "Although given the time constraints, it would have to come from stock...I don't know if I have a jacket that small in stock since we don't have a kids' section."
Kris froze, then began to laugh. "Thanks, but Adam told me what your work costs. Adam says it's worth every penny, but I don't know that I want to spend that much money, over and above my weekly clothing allowance."
"Honesty. What a bizarre and unusual concept in LA." Cassidy nodded in approval. Kris and Adam did have a lot in common, he decided as he and Kris worked quickly. "But I'll give you the friends and family discount, so it would be within your weekly budget."
"Thanks, again, but no. Truth is, I'm trying to convince the wardrobe department to take my unused clothing allowance for Adam. It matters to him and not to me, so..." Kris shrugged, self-conscious now that Cassidy was staring at him with a look of stupefaction on his face. "What?"
"That's quite nice of you to make that sacrifice."
"Not really, is it? After all, it's no sacrifice on my part to give up something I don't want or need."
Cassidy nodded. "True enough. But believe me, plenty of people in this business would never consider giving a competitor any advantage, even if it cost them nothing to do so."
"I don't view Adam as my competitor." Kris smiled as he surveyed their work, then placed the remote control on the arm of the couch.
Cassidy raised an eyebrow as he followed Kris toward the door. "No? What is he to you, then?"
"Adam...He's..." Kris closed the door and locked it with the key the helpful and guilt-stricken Maggie had given him and looked back at the door as he answered absently but with total honesty, "He's mine."
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