Money Can Buy You Love. And Glitter. Chapter 9
Summary: AU set approximately three years after Adam Lambert won Season 8 of American Idol. He has a successful career but after a string of failed relationships, has more or less given up on romance and is focusing on his career to the point of being a workaholic. He still has trouble with inappropriate appearances of the glambulge during performance and still loves glitter. Kris Allen is a singer/guitarist from Arkansas who moved to LA nearly two years ago to try and break into the business and get away from a small town and family life that became uncomfortable after he came out of the closet. He's just about ready to give up hope of making it into the business. He's still wearing plaid.
Rating: NC-17 eventually. This chapter is R.
Ship:: Adam/Kris
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Chapter 9
"How's your omelette?" Adam asked, raising his coffee cup to his lips. This early in the morning wouldn't be his choice for a date, but he had free time this morning. It was just two days after Kris had fallen apart in his arms and he thought it was a good idea that they saw each other soon so Kris didn't have a time to regret being so vulnerable. Plus, an early morning date meant breakfast, which meant he could buy Kris a meal. "Eggs are good for you."
Slanting a glare at Adam, then at his Adam's bowl of fruit which -- despite their undoubted benefit... Kris grinned as he recalled earlier this morning. The fruit was not enough calories for a man Adam's size. "Great. But you don't have to keep feeding me."
Adam shrugged. "I come from a long line of Jews who feel their goal in life is to feed the people around them."
"And yet you can't cook a thing."
"Ironic, isn't it?" Adam asked easily.
"You're not going to stop feeding me, are you?" Kris asked resignedly. Adam knew he was hungry and could afford to feed him. Adam was bossy. Adam was going to feed him. He could accept graciously or be a dick. Plus Adam was only being bossy because he gave a crap -- and he had, well, basically, no one in his life who gave a crap about him, so he'd be worse than a prick to refuse to eat, he'd be stupid as well. Well, his mama had raised him right. He wasn't an asshole or stupid. He smiled slightly at Adam and raised his cup of tea in Adam's direction. End of story.
"No." Adam smiled. The emotions flying across Kris' face had been illuminating to see. Embarrassment, reluctance, anxiety, then acceptance and finally, gratitude. Thank god, the boy was so easy to read. "I'm going to keep feeding you just like I did earlier this morning."
"Oh!" Kris felt heat redden his face. "Okay. Fine. But it's only fair if you have a bite of my sausage!" Kris held out the fork, then watched Adam's face crumple up with laughter. He shoved the fork at him, nodding as Adam took the sausage.
"I like your sausage."
"It's not as meaty as---" Kris looked from Adam's mouth to his eyes.
Their eyes met and they both cracked up.
Smiling eagerly as he took the stairs to Kris' apartment two at a time, Adam thanked whatever gods watched over LA traffic that somehow he had gotten here in record time. Less time in traffic getting to Kris meant more time with him.
"Hurry up!" Kris pled with the apartment building's water heater, which he was sure was in cahoots with the devil or something. He'd overslept and while he could probably use a blast of cold water to wake him up, he wanted that one little luxury of hot water. Was that too much to ask? Hot water. Maybe... he should move, maybe he should... Move into the shower because Adam was on his way over to pick him up for a breakfast date and he didn't want him to have any second thoughts or third thoughts given the way he'd broken down the other night. No matter what Adam said, that had not been a manly thing to do.
After the other night when Kris had broken down, Adam was sure his instincts were right and that Kris was the real deal. Even if Lane hadn't yet gone to Arkansas, Adam was allowing his instincts and his heart to rule his head. At least for now and now, he wanted to maximize their time together. Especially given that Kris had said he'd overslept and was running late for their breakfast date. He wasn't sure though about Kris' intention to leave a key for Adam over the doorsill of his apartment while Kris ran out for coffee. He'd argued to no avail, but surely, he wouldn't leave the key out, not in this neighborhood... Adam sucked in a breath as he reached Kris' door, saw the key -- ohmigod, boy, this wasn't Arkansas! He grabbed the key and used it, pushing the door open.
Coating his fingers with soap, Kris spread his legs and reached between them, gently shoving his fingers inside, then stroking his cock with hard fast slides, hurrying to come before his date with Adam. He had to take that edge off or he was going to embarrass himself by coming in his pants the next time Adam kissed him. Thank god the traffic in LA was always horrendous, so he had just enough time... One day, when they were stuck in traffic, he was going to just bend over and suck Adam off, he'd had enough of seeing that bulge so close... "Oh yeah..." He groaned loudly.
He was really going to yell at Kris for being so careless with safety, Adam decided as he closed and locked the door behind him. This neighborhood sucked. Then again, he really shouldn't yell at Kris. Kris was a grown man. And he had promised himself he would stop being so bossy. Then again, he was right. This was not the best neighborhood and leaving your door basically unlocked was a bad idea. Screw not being bossy. Actually, he really should've just been dominating -- screw bossy and go right for dominating, because seriously?
"Tell me how you like it..." Kris groaned as he imagined feeling Adam's rings digging into the nape of his neck, pushing him down on his cock.
Adam stopped as he heard Kris' voice in the shower. Hadn't the boy ever watched Psycho? He grinned. Maybe Kris needed to learn a lesson. Lucky for Kris, everyone always said Adam liked to teach. Now they may have said he was bossy, but clearly he just liked to... instruct others.
"Give me that dick..." Kris moaned slowly as he imagined unzipping Adam's jeans and pulling out his cock. He licked his lips and wondered what Adam would taste like, if Adam's hands would press against his head or neck, holding him in place or--
Adam raised his hand as if he was holding a knife and ran toward the shower curtain, shrieking loudly as he pulled it aside. Oh shit, Kris had been --
"AYIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Kris screamed. He took a step back, slipped on the wet tub, instinctively reaching out, his hands catching on the plastic shower curtain and pulling, he managed to pull the rod right out of the wall, plaster chips flying everywhere. "OH SHIT!" He yelled as the rod and curtain fell on his head and he slid onto his butt inside the tub, the water from the shower still running on top of him, the plaster disintegrating into wet grey sludge around him.
"I don't even..." Adam began, then started to laugh loudly. He looked down at Kris, his eyes wild and startled and totally aggravated, his hair standing up on end even though it was wet and now dusted with plaster, his body wrapped in a plastic fish-theme curtain and he laughed harder. "That... was... the... funniest thing...Ohmigod... ever!" He bent forward as laughter engulfed him.
"Shaddup!" Kris yelled, trying to get up and tangled himself further in the shower curtain and rod. He slid onto his butt again, watching Adam double over. As Adam sat down on the toilet and his gales of laughter filled the room, Kris began to smile, then surrendered to the ridiculousness of the situation and Adam's infectious amusement and laughed himself.
"Let me get you out of this mess," Adam offered, as he wiped his eyes and stood up.
"Seems to be our story, doesn't it?" Kris retorted, shoving the pole away, then swearing when it rolled back and nearly beaned him on the head. He sighed. "I'd really like it if just once you didn't have to rescue me."
"Why? I enjoy it." And it wasn't as if Kris wasn't pulling him out of the mud either, Adam mused as he reached into the tub and grabbed the rod and turned it vertical, while carefully pulling it free of Kris' legs. Wet legs, wet body, wet skin. Oh, this was a great morning. Even if it did have plaster dust all over it. Nothing a little more water wouldn't clean up. More water...
"Hey -- this time it was your fault!" Kris realized. He stood up carefully and watched as Adam set the pole and crinkled plastic sheet of his shower curtain to the side. The shrieking clank of metal made his teeth clench as the curtain rings slid down the rod and fell onto the floor, then his mouth dropped open as he saw the way Adam was looking at him. Maybe this wasn't a total disaster...
"It was. I'll make it up to you. I'll buy the spackle and fix your hole... In your wall." Adam stood back and leered at Kris. "You do realize you're naked."
TBC here: Chapter 10: Hunger games