Light My Fire Chapter 38
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:
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Chapter 38: Don't let the smoke get in your eyes
"Kris, why did you pick that song for your finale duet and why did you include Adam?"
Danny crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall to watch the tv monitors of the press conference. "Let's see them wiggle their way out of this one."
Oh god, oh god... He had chosen that song of his own free will, so man up, Kris, he told himself. Taking a deep breath, Kris began, "I included all of the other contestants, first of all. I had the idea, the other contestants agreed to do it and Adam and the crew helped me make it come true. I couldn't have done it without them. " Kris looked in the direction of the hallway and applauded. A delaying tactic, he knew. He did not want to do this, he did not want to do this... He turned back feeling as though he was going to slide out of his shoes from his own sweat, then calmed slightly when he felt Adam's hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw the encouragement in Adam's eyes and joked, "So yeah, everyone was there. I know Adam has so much charisma that sometimes all I, I mean, you can see is him, but everyone was lined up along that bar."
"My awesome boots were distracting, I know." Adam smirked at himself and the reporters began to laugh. He felt Kris shoulder move under his hand and realized Kris had chuckled; good, Kris was relaxing a little. The reporters had laughed which meant they were relaxing and more likely to get distracted and not notice little slips like the one Kris had just made. "And we're all so distracted that we forgot that Kris needs to tell us why he chose that song."
"I chose that song because one of the uh more surprising aspects of being on Idol is the gossip about us. All of us. I've Googled all of us and it's just... shocking, the stuff that's out there. And at some point, you just feel like saying, 'You want something to talk about, I'll give you something to talk about.' Right?" Without thinking, he slapped at Adam's arm.
"And it worked," Adam noted with a smile, removing Kris' hand which had stop slapping to rest on his forearm and gestured toward the reporters. "That was your first question, wasn't it?"
As the reporters chuckled in acknowledgement, Kris swallowed hard, then stepped forward to the microphone again. "But I do want to thank Adam especially because he helped me with the staging of it."
"All of that theater experience paid off and at least this time, there was no green make up!" Adam smiled when the reporters smiled. So far, so good. "Although Allen here did try to force me to wear those loafers, which was not going to happen."
Kris shook his head. "Aside from learning about gossip in the entertainment industry and the blogosphere, I think one of the biggest things I learned here was to give up any idea of forcing Adam to wear a pair of shoes he hates. Not gonna happen. Adam's a team player until it comes to shoes."
"Adam, was what you did with the Coke bottle planned?"
"Not entirely, no. I've always wanted to do some improv during a performance and I figured that trying it out for the first time before twenty million people was a great way of easing into it." Adam grinned as the reporters laughed. "That was a joke. I've been known to deviate from book before. And actually, it wasn't on camera tonight."
"No, but the stupid look on my face was!" Kris pointed out as Adam laughed. "I like how that worked out!"
Adam looked down at Kris. "You know I'll be replaying that over and over and over."
"I'm sure you've conned someone on the crew into making you a copy of that already---"
Putting his hand into an inside pocket of his jacket, Adam pulled out a flash drive. "Right here. I'm planning on setting it as the background to my computer."
Kris rolled his eyes. "He will, too. He's bad like that. Sneaky, ya know?"
"How so?" A reporter called out.
"That Coke situation was an improv, but truth is, he set me up."
"Who, me?" Adam asked, sticking the flash drive back into his pocket.
"Yes, you." Kris elbowed Adam. He couldn't wait to see how Adam wiggled out of this one. "Tell them the truth."
"The truth is...I knew seeing me with that Coke bottle would result in a fabulous reaction from Kris."
"Why is that?" Another reporter.
Adam smirked. "Because Kris loves Coke."
Kris spluttered, then began to laugh as he admitted, "It's true. I do."
Adam smiled. "And I knew he'd be hot out there performing and there I was with that ice cold bottle of Coke, water running down the sides and mmm-mmmm. I got to drink it down, but alas, he did not."
"Because Kris loves Coke!" Anoop began laughing and could not stop. "Running down the sides... drink it down..."
"It's true, he does!" Megan repeated.
"I can't believe they're getting away with this!" Danny fumed. "That was just a way to say Kris loves cock."
"Daniel Gokey!" Mrs. Iraheta slapped his arm. "Do not talk that way around my daughter. Who is a minor! I'll report you!"
Kris concentrated on not looking at Adam's crotch as he said lightly, "I'll get some Coke later. As much as I want."
"Hmm. Maybe tomorrow." Adam grinned. "I have an inexhaustible supply."
Neil choked. "Oh god, oh god, he told me that it's a renewable resource...."
"The order of the cast along the bar..." A reporter began. "I'm just curious. In the original video, Dennis Quaid played the love interest in the song. Are you saying that there was no love interest here tonight?"
Kris swallowed, but before he could answer, Adam spoke up. "I think I can speak for both of us when I say that we love all of our fellow contestants. Neither of us approached this experience as seeking to win at the expense of someone else losing."
Nodding, Kris agreed. "Absolutely. We just both wanted to go as far as we could on the show. We do love everyone," Kris said quickly, glad Maggie had prepped him for this question. "Some more than others; naturally you have a closer bond with some than others. Like I said, I appreciate all of them pitching in for my duet. It made it special. Of course, Adam thought his set was special since it had pyro."
"I had pyro!" Adam said excitedly as Kris laughed and patted Adam on the back.
"Okaaaay," the reporter continued. "But the order of the cast along the bar. Was that random or deliberate?"
"Kinda by height. Given that Adam's the tallest before he even puts on his boots. Of course." Kris smiled briefly. "Because he couldn't wear the loafers like everyone else."
"So...he wasn't wearing different boots and last in line because he was playing the love object in the scene?"
"Well, that's one interpretation." Kris looked up at Adam.
"The boots were a fashion choice and if people are going to talk about me, I'd rather they talk about my voice or my clothes, so that's what my boots were saying. And like all art, there are multiple possible interpretations," Adam interjected. "I could have been the love interest or my Coke could have been what he wanted or--"
"Or both." Kris shrugged. He held out his hands as he decided to strip the varnish and speak some truth. "Hey, it's 2009 not 1909, so if someone chooses to interpret it in a way that they then have a problem with ... no offense, but that's their choice to prefer Pepsi over Coke." He stopped when the reporters laughed. Okay, he could do this. "I don't listen to gossip and now having been the subject of it, I know how little truth is in it. Truth is...real truth is that it was a little nerve-wracking to be out there for that finale, doing a duet with someone like Bonnie Raitt and Adam, he's been an actor, plus he's my best friend here and I knew I'd be more comfortable with Adam being at the tail end... bringing up the rear, I mean..." Kris trailed off, bit his lip and avoided looking at Adam. He'd gotten too comfortable there.
"Adam being at the tail end!" Matt clutched his stomach and leaned against the wall. Anoop covered his face with his hands as he too laughed.
"And that's a comfortable position for me. I'm used to bringing up the rear." Adam looked guilelessly at the reporters. "Because I have such a large voice."
'I'm gonna die..." Matt moaned as he slid to the floor. "Die."
Kris nodded. "Large voice. Yup, I'm his roommate and I've seen or listened to him practice a million times and he does have a large voice."
"It's always good for my ego to get confirmation of that." Adam smiled quickly, then added, "I was glad to help Kris. He's been the best of friends."
"So if Adam helped you, Kris, how did you help Adam?"
"With KISS tonight?" Kris rolled his eyes. "That's about as far from my performance style as you can get, so I got nothing. Except maybe telling him not to fall off his platform boots, but then I heard Gene Simmons telling him that and saw the look Adam got in his eyes... so not being a total idiot, I shut my mouth."
"But you helped me out in a multitude of other ways," Adam interjected. "You listened to me when I talked and talked and talked, because I know it may come as a shock to some of you, but I talk a lot. You were supportive when I was feeling low... And you offered to give me your extra clothing allowance. I won't forget any of that, ever..." Adam said softly. "I was glad to help you out tonight, helping with the staging and helping the others pick out props and whatnot."
"So you picked out the Coke bottle for yourself?" inquired a reporter with a grin.
"I did. Most of the cast picked out their own props," Adam said, smiling back as he recognized the reporter from a few years ago. "Who knew Michael Sarver did needlepoint in his spare time?"
"Yeah, that was surprising," Kris said drily. He had a sneaking suspicion that the needlepoint was actually Michael's wife's hobby, but he had more than a suspicion that Michael was getting sick of Danny's directives about what was gay and what was manly. "Adam enjoys surprising me." Kris smiled up at Adam, forgetting for a moment that there was anyone else in the room. He looked into his eyes and saw a fast-paced montage of all the times he'd fallen into those blue depths and been enveloped in laughter, love and heat.
The same reporter coughed and asked, "Give us an example?"
"He..." Kris winced when Adam pinched the back of his arm. "I bet a lot of people would make snap judgments about Adam. See the hair, the make up, the confidence, the forty katrillion bottles of stuff all over the bathroom vanity, the non-plaid...." Kris grinned. "And think spoiled diva. But that'd be stupid. Because he's -- okay, he has this core of steel--"
"Why, thank you..." Adam said with a quirk of his eyebrow.
Kris cracked up and slapped Adam's arm. "Stop it, you fool." He paused, composed himself, then added, "He's really the sweetest, most generous guy I've ever met."
"Ha!" Danny groused. "Tell that to my stomach--"
"Shut. Up. Danny!" Everyone said impatiently.
"Kris has surprised me a few times too." Adam stopped, knowing he had to look away from the warmth in Kris' eyes and reset this conversation.
"In what way?" A reporter called out.
"First of all, his addiction."
"What?" Everyone including Kris asked in surprise.
"Here we go..." Kris rolled his eyes. "He's about to say--"
"It's a matter of grave concern to me. And anyone who cares about..." Adam heaved a sigh and looked as worried as he could, which given the subject matter, was a lot. "Fashion."
"Like I said..." Kris looked at the ceiling. "I'm counting to ten... which is totally insufficient, because you can go on about this for freaking ever."
"You talk endlessly about wanting dump cake -- which sounds disgustingly unsanitary --" Adam paused again while the reporters laughed. "And Chik-Fil-A. And some hog call business even though you don't live on a pig farm. And you have the world's largest collection of plaid shirts. Which you will not give up and you also won't change--"
"Your... your....your brother wears plaid! I've seen him--"
"Did I ever say my brother dresses well?" Adam scoffed. "I did not."
"I cannot believe he's dissing me on national tv!" Neil complained.
"He's not dissing you, darling, he's dissing your clothes. Don't take it so personally," Leila chided. Neil was so sensitive.
"Why am I always the one at fault?" Neil complained. Humph, it wasn't his plaid that needed to come out of the closet.
"He's distracting them," Eber reminded Neil.
"As I was saying when Kris interrupted me --"
"Here he goes." Kris held up one hand and waved it to the side. "Ladies and gentlemen, please sit down and make yourselves comfortable because you are about to hear the Lambert thesis on the horrors of plaid. Except, of course, for his plaid, which is coincidental."
"Ironic. It's ironic."
"It's turquoise. Unless ironic is a synonym for turquoise, it's just plaid of a different color."
"Ohhh, burrrrrrrrn and throw in a Wizard of Oz reference too, Allen. Points to you." Adam smiled. "But truthfully, Kris did surprise me. I have to admit my own prejudice -- I assumed once I found out that he was a small town southern worship leader that he would spurn me because I was this make-up wearing--"
"So help me, god, if you say, 'Freak', I will smack you, Lambert," Kris growled.
"Apparently..." Adam drawled. "I'm not going to say the word, 'Freak.'"
"Never again," Kris said firmly.
A reporter called out, "You two seem to get along so well even though you're so different. How do you explain that?"
"Like I've said before..." Kris shrugged. "We felt each other's energy and it was good. Real good."
"Feeling each other's energy was one of the highlights of this experience. Excellent energy," Adam agreed, silently thanking his parents for every acting class for which they'd written a check.
Matt covered his face with his hands. "I think I just peed my pants."
"I can't believe he's getting away with this!" Danny complained.
"One more question," Maggie stated as she strode toward the center of the dais. The boys had done well for the most part, but no point in pushing her luck. She pointed toward a reporter and nodded.
"If you two could ask each other one question, what would it be?"
"Oh, that's easy." Kris grinned up at Adam. "What were you wearing or not under those zipper pants when you sang Ring of Fire?"
Adam arched his eyebrow. "How much is that answer worth to you?"
"And that's it!" Maggie announced with a sigh of relief. Only a gazillion more interviews to go. "Thank you all for coming."
"What the hell was that?" One bemused reporter asked another in a group as they all began typing into their computers. "I don't even get what we just watched. Those two... I guess the kids on the blogs were right and it's a bromance."
"I can't believe how well they seem to get along and...yet..."
"Are they just friends or something more?"
"It's just one of those....bromance things."
"Well, they did give us something to talk about."
"Made our jobs easier, for sure."
"Hey, Neil!" Daniel Allen smiled and held out his hand. "I guess we're gonna be brothers-in-law."
"Brothers-in-law?" Neil repeated absently as he watched his brother and Kris on the monitors, still talking to Maggie and Doug.
"Yeah. My dad and I were teasing my mom about having their wedding stuff all picked out--"
"Shouldn't be too hard to decorate a closet," Neil snarked.
Daniel's eyes widened, then he began to laugh. "True enough." He looked up at the monitors which had captured Neil's attention. He grinned as he watched Kris' face screw up in annoyance as a reporter approached them -- a reporter who apparently knew Adam given the way he lunged in for a hug, then grinned again as Kris tugged on Adam's arm, trying to pull him away from the guy. "You know, Kris is a follower, most of the time. Likes to keep in the back...avoid conflict...He'll step up when he has to, but sometimes if the need isn't in your face, it takes a while--"
Neil gave a bark of laughter. "Well, this should be good because I know my brother's lack of patience. I also know how people react to my brother on stage -- if only I had women throwing themselves at me like that!" he griped.
"Now, that's ironic plaid."
"Okay, whatever," Neil said impatiently. Watching the same scene as Daniel, Neil nodded toward the monitors. "If Kris doesn't step up, he may find himself..." Adam really cared about Kris and as odd as the match might seem on paper, as a couple they seemed to work well, so...
Leila groaned toward Kim. "I know that look on Neil's face. Whenever he looks innocent..."
"Let's talk," Daniel suggested as he slapped Neil on the back and they set off for the bar on the other side of the room.
"Where are you two going?" Kim Allen asked suspiciously.
"Just going to get a drink, Mom. Don't worry, I won't over do it," Daniel said with a smile for his mother.
"Why don't I believe him?" Neil Allen asked with a groan, watching his son stake his claim by rubbing Adam's back even while Adam talked to that reporter he apparently knew. "And I don't know why they're worried about Kris pissing off Adam by staying in the closet. Our son can't keep his damn hands off of Adam for more than a minute."
"Adammmm...." Kris threw himself at Adam the second they reached the interior hallway and the other contestants surrounded them. He planted his face against Adam's neck and wrapped his arms around Adam's waist. "We did it."
"Of course, we did it! Lack of faith seems to be a recurring issue with you, Allen," Adam teased, then frowned. "I swear to God, if you get makeup on my Cavalli jacket..." Adam warned, pushing Kris back. "You're going shopping with me for new jeans."
"Go in the dressing room and try these on." Adam handed a pair of jeans to Kris. "They're boy jeans, that should make you happy. They're in the correct size, so that will make me happy."
"Win-win," Cassidy agreed.
"Are you two really shopping for girls' jeans for yourselves?" Kris shook his head in bemusement as he watched Adam and his friend paw through what seemed like the katrillionth pile of jeans in the millionth store in LA. He admitted he'd enjoyed himself when they'd started the expedition at Skingraft and he'd watched Adam's tour jacket fitting. His excitement was contagious. But the damn jeans expedition? Good thing he got off on seeing Adam's excitement about clothes. Kris looked around and saw a plaid shirt and smiled himself before turning to Adam. "Can't you just go to Fleet Farm? You can be in and out in ten minutes!"
"In and out in ten minutes? Well, that's an utter failure in my book, Kris." Adam winked. "But then again, as we've previously established, your sexual experience is less than--"
"Do. You. Mind?" Kris snapped, watching Adam's eyes light up at something or someone behind them. Please not--
"I don't mind talking about your sex life. How about you, Brad?"
"Brad?" Kris whirled around. He ground his teeth together. He still owed Brad for that damn text message. 'Taking care of Adam,' indeed.
"Hey, short stuff." Brad grinned as Kris glared at Adam and slapped his arm. "And to answer you, Adam, since Kris here appears incapable of coherent verbalization, which no doubt means you just fucked him silly--"
"Must you?" Kris groaned, already knowing the answer.
Squeezing Kris' bicep, Brad grinned as he answered. "You know the answer to that. So, Adam, I for one have no problems talking about Kris' prior sexual experience. In fact, I know so little about straight sex, maybe Kris here could--"
"I wouldn't bother asking Kris about straight sex." Adam raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Unless you wanted to know how not to do it, apparently. I can't wait til the tour gets to Little Rock and I can meet your old girlfriends."
"I am going to kill you," Kris growled.
"As amazingly cute as your little Bickersons routine is, boys, let's get our priorities straight. If you'll pardon the bad memories, Kris, that is." Brad smiled.
Cassidy flicked at a rack of shirts. "Let's go. We're here to shop! I've cleared the entire afternoon--"
"Entire afternoon to buy jeans?" Kris implored, "Maybe you all could just pick out a pair of jeans, buy them and go--"
"Oh, we could have bought jeans in the first store, but where's the fun in that?" Adam teased.
Kris groaned and bent forward, banging his head on a stack of jeans resting on a credenza.
"Hey, good choice, Kris. Those jeans are interesting... As is the view..." Adam exclaimed, stepping behind Kris and brushing his groin into Kris' butt as he reached around Kris for the pair of jeans under his head.
"Excuse me!" Kris hissed, snapping up and hearing the breathless note in his voice. He sucked in another breath as he watched Adam's freckled arms enclose him.
"Hey, Kris..." Adam lowered his voice and whispered in Kris' ear. He gently pulled Kris against him and wrapped his arms around Kris' torso. "Thanks for shopping with us. It was totally more fun, being with you."
"Oh..." Kris sighed and leaned back into Adam's embrace. He knew why it had been more fun -- Adam and Cassidy had enjoyed torturing him, but... it had been fun. And Brad... he really should take Neil's advice and just chill about Brad, find a way to laugh about it.
"Very cute, babe, but I need your help picking out some jeans for myself," Alisan said with a grin.
"Alisan." Adam smiled back and pulled his friend into the hug.
"Humph. She gets a hug from Short Stuff," Brad complained.
"She hasn't fucked and sucked his boyfriend," Cassidy explained, rolling his eyes.
"At least we never made a sex tape!" Brad agreed with a wink, watching Kris' face blotch with redness. "Although, technically speaking and I'm all about technicalities, I never fucked Adam, I was the fuckee and..."
"Do you mind?" Kris growled, grabbed Adam and pulled him into a dressing room. He had an idea and it was brilliant.
"Well, I don't mind this." Adam smiled slowly as Kris pulled him down for a possessive kiss. "In fact I like it. A lot."
"Finally. Alone." Kris smiled up at Adam and played with the button on the top of his jeans.
"You're not really angry, are you?" Adam asked hopefully. Kris didn't look angry, so maybe...
"Nah, it was just an excuse to get you alone. It occurred to me that I can use my tendency to want to pummel the guy who's making me jealous as an excuse to excuse myself and get you alone for a few minutes. So...D'uh." Kris grinned, then his smile softened as he saw the obvious relief in Adam's eyes. Getting along with his friends was important to Adam and when he'd opened his eyes, he could see that they were all stand up people. "Hey, I could get angry or I could be, as you may have said once. Or twice. Mature about it. None of them mean anything nasty by it. And the more I react to Brad, the more he'll make the effort to annoy me."
"Absolutely!" Adam smiled, glad that Kris read the situation clearly now.
'You know what? I'm gonna treat him like he's just an annoying little brother."
"Which will make him crazy."
"Crazier. But you're still mine." Kris stood on tip toe and kissed his way up Adam's neck.
Adam laughed, happy that Kris seemed to have found a way to view his ex-boyfriend that was non-threatening. Happier still that Kris was kissing the underside of his jaw. "You know, they could all be your friends too. You actually liked Stevie. Didn't you? Admit it."
"I know, I know. You told me I'd like him if I gave him a chance and..."
"Say it."
"You were right."
"My day is complete!" Adam did a little victory dance while Kris rolled his eyes.
"No, it's not."
"It's not?"
"No. You haven't plundered my ass yet today."
"Plundered? You want to play pirate games?" Adam asked eagerly. "Because I have this--"
"Eyepatch, right?" Kris laughed. Adam and his costumes. Which, actually, now that he thought about it, opened up a world of possibilities. Like...
"I still have the hook. You can borrow it!" Brad called over the top of the door.
"Oh, I'll borrow it, alright. I'll find something to do with that hook! To your face!" Kris called back.
"I'm so threatened. Shaking in my shoes. Designer, by the way. Hey, Cass, did you notice the studs on the heels--"
"I always notice studs," Cassidy laughed.
Kris grinned as he listened. "Okay, okay, they're funny."
"So you like my friends, basically." Adam paused, then said gently, "They can be your friends too, if you want." Adam hugged Kris, choosing his next words with care, knowing that some of Kris' friends had proven less than happy about Kris' friendship with him, let alone something more. "You'll want some friends out here--"
"You mean, friends who are here and accepting." Kris sighed and looked down at thei feet, his melancholy erased by the amusing contrast of Adam's boots and his sneakers, which should not have worked together but did given how close they were to each other.
Adam touched Kris' cheek. "And cool."
"Brad is so not cool," Kris said loudly as he unzipped Adam's jeans, grinning at the concerned look Adam sent toward the door even as his face tightened with desire. God, it was a thrill to know he could make Adam look like that. Well, that and knowing there were people a foot away just on the other side of that door. Feeling the damp skin of Adam's pelvis under his hand, Kris repeated, "Not cool at all."
"You're right!" Brad called out from the other side of the dressing room. "I'm totally hot."
"You're totally idiotic," Alisan grumbled. "If Adam's going to boink his boyfriend in the dressing room, you're drafted into jeans shopping for me."
"What about me?" Cassidy complained.
"Stop straightening the stacks of shirts and come along. Gossip with us," Alisan suggested, then brightened as Kris emerged with a stumble from the dressing room with Adam muttering in an annoyed tone something about dangerous exhibitionism even while his eyes sparkled with amusement and affection. A good look on him. "Oh, even better. We can grill Kris directly. So how did you like the beach house Dani hooked you two up with?"
Kris beamed as he remembered the beach house. That had been the best day ever. "It was awesome--"
"Like he saw anything but the bedroom," Cassidy teased. He couldn't help smiling at the way Kris was looking back in the direction of Adam's changing room. Happiness was contagious, after all. Although he'd better work on hiding a certain kind of happiness given that there were paps milling around outside. He reached out and tugged Kris' shirt down and laughed at the look of shocked gratitude on Kris' face. No real poker face; this was going to be an interesting experience.
"I saw the living room. And the kitchen. And the shower. And--" Kris grinned as Brad made a gagging motion. "And then we had to replace some pillows in the bedroom."
Cassidy turned around as Adam came out of the dressing room. "Well, speaking of room, there is no room in those jeans. Not even for a tube of lube."
"Hell, yea--Ouch!" Brad complained as Kris' elbow met his ribs. Hard. Stevie had been right about those elbows --lethal!
“Stop looking, Brad. You lost him, I found him. He's mine. Mine and -- Geez, Adam, could those jeans get any tighter?” Kris blurted out the second he turned around. There was no way in hell Adam was going out like that.
“Sure. I can still breathe, after all.” Adam grinned. He had to admit that when Kris was not threatening to beat up his friends, his jealousy did good things for his ego. To say nothing of the heated look on his face.
"Breathe!" Kris stalked forward and slid his index finger along the waistband of the jeans, enjoying the way Adam's breath hissed in at his touch. He threw a look over his shoulder at Brad, nodded, then turned back to Adam, brushing his finger across the soft hair just inside the waistband. "They're so low rise that there's no way they'd interfere with your breathing."
"Oh, you're such an innocent," Adam shook his head. "You get them tight enough and it's like your balls are in a vise--"
"Ouch. I stand corrected." Kris looked at Adam's visible cock and licked his lips.
"Exactly." Adam smiled and ran his hand over Kris' hair. "See, Cassidy? The boy is educable."
Cassidy shook his head. Adam was nearly bouncing off the walls with happiness and he was going to rip those jeans. “The boy is right though. You don’t want to get them too tight -“
“I know, I know. Jeans that are too tight flatten the ass and -“
"A flat ass gets no dates," Cassidy finished.
“What do you think, Kris?” Adam turned around and slapped his own butt. “Is my ass too flat? Will I be able to get a date in these jeans?”
“I...God...Yes...” Kris swallowed hard. “No. I mean... There is no way you're going out in pubic like that.”
"Pubic?" Adam cracked up and swallowed Kris up in a hug.
"Again..." Kris fought the urge to rub against Adam in those jeans. In a moment of clarity that emerged from the smoke of heat between them, Kris realized that if the paps weren't outside, he probably wouldn't have been able to resist. Especially watching the flare of fire in Adam's eyes as he looked down and probably saw what even Cassidy's careful shirt untucking could not hide. Uh-oh. "You know what I mean."
"I do..." Adam looked down at Kris whose eyes were starting to get that look. "You're such an exhibitionist, I have no idea how you plan on successfully keeping your coming out low-key. You're going to blow it big time ... after you blow me every night on the bus."
"Whaaaa?" Kris gulped. "You're not serious."
"Totally. Every night.." Adam put his index finger on Kris shoulder and followed the vertical line in the plaid shirt. "I'll expect you to climb into my bunk very quietly and service me. Very quietly."
"But..but...how?"
"Do I need to draw you a roadmap?"
"Maybe to the Arctic Circle!" Alisan suggested. "Guys, I'm too young for a hot flash, so cool it."
"Sorry..." Kris and Adam said simultaneously, although they were both grinning.
"That was...fun," Adam said softly before he went back into the dressing room.
"You're not buying those jeans!" Kris told him, hot on Adam's heels. "Hey!" he yelped as Adam reached out and snagged his arm, pulling him into the dressing room with him.
"I thought you were the laid back guy," Adam teased as he pulled Kris into his arms.
"I'm laid back. In fact..." Kris pulled back slightly to look Adam up and down. "You can lay me down on my back any time and..."
"That was amazing...." Kris whispered.
"I'm glad you liked it."
"Liked it? That's not even close to what I feel about it." Kris shook his head. "How do you do that?"
"You can either do it or you can't. But if you can, you have to practice to make it perfect. So, thanks--"
"Oh, it was my pleasure," Kris whispered as he stared up at Adam.
"I can tell." Adam smirked as his eyes blatantly ogled the bulge in Kris' jeans.
"What? OH!" Kris blushed bright red and he nearly knocked over the piano bench as he stumbled to his feet. He had that exhibitionist...thing, or Adam thought he did, but he could also hear Alli in the hallway, so no, no, no.
"Yeah. You look like you're quite... close and I'd hate to be called a cocktease, so how about I sing that glory note from Don't Stop Believing for you and --"
"I... gotta go!" Kris mumbled as he darted away from Adam and nearly ran for the door.
Anoop jumped backwards and held up his hands as Kris tumbled through the door. "Hey, man-- where's the fire--- Oh. In his..." He grinned as Kris nearly ran down the hall. "Pants."
"Hey, Anoop." Adam grinned smugly to himself as he stepped toward the piano and gathered up the sheet music.
"What were you doing hiding in here, anyway?" Anoop asked, gesturing around the small room at the back of the studio, barely large enough for the piano.
"Kris was playing the piano for me so I could practice Starlight again. And I may have pushed my voice up into a high note or two." Adam shrugged. "That's all."
Anoop shook his head. "That's all it takes for Kris."
"I know." Adam hummed as he walked away to find Kris and tease him some more. "Life is so good."
"This is bad and I'm an idiot," Kris moaned as he entered the his hotel room and put his guitar down on the floor next to the door. He looked up at Adam, standing there in the connector doorway with a welcoming smile on his face and automatically smiled in return.
“Is it time for dinn-- What is it?” Adam asked, frowning as he walked into Kris' room. "Talk to me." He sat down on the edge of the bed and held out his hand for Kris to join him and frowned again as Kris held his hand up in the air and shook his head.
“My hand is sore.” Kris winced as he sat down on the bed and held it palm side up. “I think I over did the practicing. What if I screwed it up bad? The tour starts in two days!”
Adam curled his arm around Kris’ shoulder and squeezed reassuringly. “You'll be fine. You need to stop with the amount of practice you've been doing."
Smiling, Kris nudged Adam with his shoulder and wiggled deeper into the sideways hug. "Why? Because it cuts into the amount of sex we've been having?"
"Need I remind you that in two days we're going to be spending most of our time on a bus with a bunch of smelly guys and no privacy, while right now we have not one but two nice big beds and two showers and two vanities to bend you over? All in nice clean rooms with doors that lock?"
"Oh. When you put it that way..." Kris looked down at his hand and winced. "I am an idiot."
"No," Adam said fondly with a kiss to the side of Kris' head, while stroking his fingertips up and down Kris' arm. "Just nervous. I am, too--"
"No, you're not!" Kris laughed. Adam's confidence was as big as his voice. And cock. Speaking of which.... Kris trailed his own fingers up the length of Adam's thigh, then slowly began moving toward his groin. Because Adam was right -- today they had not one but two empty rooms, locks on the door, and privacy.
"Of course, I am. A little anxiety helps, actually. Gives you a little eeeeedge..." Adam groaned as Kris palmed his cock and began stroking. "Speaking of which, seriously, it's possible to rehearse too much, you know. You still need to have that edge, that frisson of anticipation--”
"Frisson?" Kris sighed. Adam was right. And he was tired. He slumped forward, resting his forearms on his thighs and looked over his shoulder. "Say it again. I like it when you use fancy words. Like that accoutresomething."
"Frisson." Adam placed his index finger on the back of Kris' head and lightly dragged it down Kris' neck and along his spine, watching Kris shiver. "Frisson. That little tremble of excitement under the skin." Adam reached the swath of skin revealed between Kris' tee-shirt and his jeans and teased his finger left to right while watching Kris' body tremble under his hand. Damn. "Which is what you need, that edge. And when you go on stage, you'll see if it works or not and then make changes as needed. So exercise some caution--"
“So speaks the master of moderation?” Kris teased, sitting up reluctantly, hoping Adam wouldn't move his hand and... he didn't. He leaned back into Adam's hand and closed his eyes to savor the feel of Adam's hand moving along his skin, around his waist.
“Well, I am a master of something...” Adam drawled as he looked down at Kris sitting exactly where he’ belonged, inside the circle of his arm. “You’re gonna be fine, Kris. Unless you end up with a swollen hand.”
“It’s just cramped. I was whining because I want you to say, 'Poor baby' and take care of me for a minute. Or two," Kris admitted with a sheepish smile.
"Oh, I'll take care of you," Adam promised with a grin. The others had teased him for overpacking, but you never knew when something might come in handy. "I'll make sure you don't overdo with your hands."
Kris parted his lips. Adam's grin was wicked and...Uh-oh.
"Wait here. I mean it." Adam leapt off the bed, darted through the open connecting door to his room and began rifling through his suitcase
"What are you looking for?" Kris called out when he heard Adam swearing under his breath.
"Your ass naked on that bed when I get back in there!" Adam pulled open an interior pocket on his suitcase and cackled triumphantly.
"Okay, that laugh made me really nervous!"
"The only reason you should be nervous is if you didn't follow my orders," Adam warned as he hurried back towards Kris' room.
Kris gasped as he watched the leather straps slap against Adam's leg. "Seriously, dude. No, you're not..."
"You need to learn a lesson about taking care of your hands."
"I, no, I really..." Kris licked his lips as he watched the leather slide across Adam's thigh. Oh hell. Was it possible to come in his pants just from that?
"You are not going to come yet!" Adam stalked toward Kris, reaching out and encircling his wrist to pull him up against his own body. "Is that clear?" It was totally clear that Kris was loving this game. The heat in his eyes was eclipsed only by the heat from Kris' cock against his thigh.
"Yes... I mean, no. How are you gonna stop me?"
"Distract you..." Adam nodded and pulled back enough to grab Kris' other wrist and push them together. When Kris just stared, Adam wrapped one leather strap around the wrists, then pushed Kris back on the bed.
Kris blinked, then shook his head and looked back up at Adam while Adam shoved the other strap into his pocket. "Okay, smarty pants. How are you gonna get my shirt off-- Oh!" Kris cried out in shock when Adam ripped Kris' shirt off his body and tossed it over his shoulder. "Oh hell, Adammmm..." Kris moaned and reached out for Adam, then groaned when he remembered his wrists were bound.
"See..." This is what happens when you don't take care of those hands. They need to rest..." Adam grinned, reached out and stripped the rest of Kris' clothes off, then began shoving him back up the bed until he was sideways across it.
"There is nothing to tie these straps on to, there are no bed posts," Kris said smugly even as he felt the heat from Adam's hands pushing him around make his skin prickle with heat. And why was he naked and Adam still dressed? He gasped as Adam straddled him and shoved his hands over his head. Why was Adam still dressed?
"You need to work on your creative problem solving skills." Adam took the remaining strap out of his pocket, wound it around the wrist strap then looped it through the fabric handle on the side of the mattress.
"When did you notice that?" Kris asked in amazement.
"When I picked up the condom wrappers off of the floor this morning. It pays to pick up your trash. Adam tugged on the strap lightly. "There."
"There?" Kris shifted on the bed, his legs sliding against each other, damp from sweat.
"How do you feel?" Adam asked, trailing his hands down from Kris's shoulders, feeling Kris' chest heave with heavy breathing, then back up, massaging Kris's arms.
"I believe I feel a... frisson of excitement," Kris replied with a grin as he looked up at Adam.
"So you like the..." Adam reached over Kris' head and plucked at the straps. He smiled again as he felt Kris' cock jump at the movement. Oh, this could be fun. "Accoutrements I had in my suitcase?"
"Oh hell. You're making me so damn hot..." Kris broke off as Adam dragged his fingertips down the length of Kris' arms. "C'mon, get naked for me." Kris reached out for Adam and then swore under his breath as his arms were held tight by the straps.
"What will you do for me without your hands?" Adam teased as he whipped off his shirt.
"I..." Kris licked his lips again as he watched Adam stand -- on the bed, oh hell -- over him and take off his jeans. "I'm gonna suggest my mouth."
Adam sank back down on top of Kris and thrust his cock against Kris. "Mmm. Let's see how that would work... No hands and all mouth?" Bending his head, Adam brushed his lips against Kris, then suddenly sucked Kris' bottom lip into his mouth and bit on it. "Mmm, you do have a great mouth. These lips..." He licked his tongue slowly against Kris' bottom lip, then traced his upper lip with his tongue. "They are made for sucking cock, aren't they?"
"Do. It!" Kris growled, rubbing his legs against Adam's, then bending his knees and trying to buck up at Adam to get him to move forward.
"Eventually..." Adam promised. And eventually...
BANGBANGBANG
"Kris!" Matt yelled. "I thought we were going to dinner!"
Allison called out, "Where's Adam, anyway? He didn't answer his door."
"Krissss, c'mon, I'm hungry," Megan added. "Don't you wanna go out for something to eat?"
"Answer!" Adam demanded, pulling his cock back with a glare at the door.
Kris nodded and yelled back. "I...can't. I'm a little...tied up right now!"
Adam bit his lip to keep from laughing. Kris looked up and seeing the deviltry in Adam's eyes, had to turn his head into his arm to keep from cracking up.
"We can wait," Matt offered.
"That's okay. Really." Kris thought, then added, "I'm already eating something!"
"Oh god..." Adam buried his face in his hands as he broke into laughter, then straightened back up.
They listened as the group seemed to leave, then Kris whispered as Adam brushed his cock against Kris' lips, "Do you think they bought it?"
"Kristopher Allen. I have a hard cock pointed at your swollen lips. Do you think I give a damn if they bought it or not?"
"My guess is not?"
"Correct." Adam rubbed his thumb across Kris' red bottom lip. "Open up."
TBC http://camillecarelli.livejournal.com/187588.html