Money Can Buy You Love. And Glitter. Chapter 32.4
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: This chapter is NC-17.
Ship:: Adam/Kris
Story chapters:
Chapter 1: Meet cute in coffee shop Chapter 2: Car trouble Chapter 3: Geocaching? Chapter 4: Dinner and a picture
Chapter 5: Bring your boyfriend to work day Chapter 6: Date at the museum
Chapter 7: Opening the door Chapter 8: Showing the cracks Chapter 9: Cracked eggs, cracked plaster, cracked plans Chapter 10: Hunger games Chapter 11: Inspired, tested, and almost-dazzled Chapter 12: Define slutty for me
Chapter 13: Decisions, decisions Chapter 14: Of moms and meat Chapter 15: Holding on Chapter 16: Coming clean
Chapter 17: Dusty disguises and dodging the issue Chapter 18: Punked and paint
Chapter 19: This glitter is not meant for internal use Chapter 20: Home improvement
Chapter 21.1: Sharp edges and sweet tongues Chapter 21.2: Sharp edges and sweet tongues SECOND HALF
Chapter 22.1: Holding close and laying out Chapter 22.2: Holding close and laying out SECOND HALF
Chapter 23.1: Messes and make up Chapter 23.2: Messes and make up SECOND HALF
Chapter 24: Taken Chapter 25: Stuffing Chapter 25.2: Stuffing CONTINUED
Chapter 26.1: Feeling full Chapter 26.2: Second entry Chapter 27: Winning Chapter 28: Thirty-eight cents
Chapter 29: When you walked in the joint Chapter 30.1: I could tell you were a man of distinction Chapter 30.2: A real big spender Chapter 30.3: Good looking, so refined Chapter 31: Spend a little time with me
Chapter 32.1: Spend a lotta time with me Chapter 32.2: SECOND ENTRY IN CHAPTER Chapter 32.3: THIRD ENTRY IN CHAPTER
NOTE: The non-italicized sections are set in the "present" and ALL of them occur on the day of Adam's 31st birthday. The sections in italics are flashbacks -- they started in the previous entry on the day after Adam's 30th birthday and are moving forward throughout the year with each entry being a different day.
Sorry for the delay -- computer problems.
Chapter 32.4 Spend a lotta time with me FOURTH ENTRY IN THIS CHAPTER
Continued from previous entry:
"One word: tampon." Dani waited and watched as Cale and Kris both froze, then added, "Or to make it more...understandable to you, Kris -- one word: dildo."
"Dildo!" Kris choked on his drink, then spluttered as a hand slapped him on the back, then choked again when he heard a male voice say, "Well, Kris, so good to see you again, especially at such an interesting moment in a conversation."
Kris groaned. "Mr. Lambert. Cale -- kill me now. Please."
"With what?" Cale grinned. "A turkey baster in the dining room? Or a dildo in the bedroom?"
"Excuuuuuuuuuse me?" Adam slapped Cale on the back. "Kris doesn't need a dildo, when he has me--"
"Your father is right here!" Kris exclaimed, desperate to change the subject. Or melt into the floor. Or get away. "Hey, aren't you going to dance with me?"
"That's why I came over. But then I got distracted." Adam shrugged. "What can you expect? You were talking about sex toys."
"I wasn't! Cale was!" Kris pointed out.
"Actually, Dani started it!" Cale countered.
"Oh, I'm sure Adam is at fault somehow." Eber teased.
"Nope. I'm sure it's Neil's fault!" Adam retorted. "It's always his fault."
"So, Adam."
Adam threw down his napkin and sighed. "What did I do wrong now?"
Eber pulled back. He had belatedly realized a few years earlier that the more he pushed Adam, the more Adam pushed back, even if it went contrary to what he really wanted. He'd also realized that Adam took after him that way. "Nothing. At all. You're being paranoid. I'm not wearing my Adam's Dad hat, but my Neil's Dad hat."
"Oh good, so Neil's in trouble and not me. I'm all ears." Adam grinned, picked up his napkin and resumed eating his lunch.
"I think it's... I mean, it might be time to cut Neil loose. What do you think?" Eber asked carefully.
"Did you discuss this with Geoffrey?" Adam asked, suspicious since Geoffrey had mentioned firing Neil several times. Or maybe he was still a little paranoid.
"No, of course not. How often do I speak with Geoffrey anyway?" Eber shrugged. It probably served Adam well to be cautious when it came to business, but Geoffrey had always struck him as a decent guy who actually cared about Adam. "But I take it that he's not a Neil fan."
Adam shook his head. "Geoffrey likes people who make his life easier, not more difficult. In the end, Neil gets the job done, but first..." Adam rolled his eyes. "We all suffer. And we get complaints from some of the fans."
"How about you?"
"Honestly, he's been really pissing me off. Not the normal pissed off I am with Neil but..." Adam curled his hand around his fork, then forced himself to loosen his grip. "Mom and Kris and Dani think I'm under enough stress anyway -- they're bugging me to use that swimming pool in my backyard as a stress relief. I'd just like to push Neil into it. And maybe hold him under for a while. I don't like feeling like that, you know? But it's like he's pushing and pushing me..."
"Got it." Eber nodded. "What do you think? Do you want to talk this out with me? Can Neil do the work or not? Is he being deliberately difficult or self-sabotaging?"
"I think..." Adam paused. "I think Neil is capable of doing the work, but he's frustrated. He thought he was going to find his own way to success and so far he's just my little brother. Or that's how he chooses to see himself. What's that quotation from Anais Nin? 'We see things not as they are, but as we are?' Applies to a lot of situations, including this one. "
"Good call," Eber agreed. He opened his mouth to tell Adam to fire Neil, then shut it. Adam had to come to that decision on his own or he wouldn't do it or if he did it, he'd second-guess himself. "What else?"
"I think that it's gotten to the point where he's not grateful for the job or happy to do it any more."
"And he's not seeing the advantages to doing it."
"No. Plus... his problem solving skills are not always tip top because he's easily frustrated. Kris says..."
"What does Kris say?" Eber asked quickly. Kris was always so quiet around him that he didn't have a good sense of his personality, other than when the boy got tipsy and crawled all over Adam. All that told him, not that it was a small thing, was that Kris loved Adam, but that tidbit didn't tell him much about the boy's character other than that he had good taste.
"He said that Neil's skill sets do not match his job."
"Is that what he said?" Eber asked skeptically as he saw the amusement in his son's eyes.
"Well, that's my spin on what he said," Adam admitted with a smile. "He actually said that Neil should get a job for which being an asshole was an asset, like a politician or radio dj."
Eber laughed. "I've heard that Kris has a good sense of humor, quick wit. Even if I haven't seen it."
"He's a little nervous around you. He clams up. You're my father and he wants you to like him."
"He seems to get along well with your mother, though."
"I know. I think the difference is due to what an asshole his own father is."
"Oh, sure." Eber nodded. "Projection."
"He can get anxious sometimes around fathers of a certain age. Due to his father. He expects rejection, so he withdraws. The only guy in your age group he seems comfortable around is Geoffrey." Adam shrugged, then eyed his father. "So don't take it personally."
"I'll just be chill."
"Yeah, that's you, Dad. Mr. Chill." Adam teased his father with a smile.
Eber grinned and elbowed his son, watching Dani, Cale and Kris laughingly argue while Kris shot him nervous looks and blushed in obvious embarrassment. He whispered, "So much for our plan to make Kris feel more comfortable around me."
Adam shrugged and whispered back, "I think the real answer is that he needs to confront his father and get it over with. Just do it." He frowned, then held up his hands. "That's what I would do, but I keep reminding myself that Kris has a different way of handling problems than I do. Not wrong, but different."
"You keep reminding yourself that because..." Eber paused. "You don't really believe ignoring it is the right idea, do you?"
"Between you and me?" Adam raised his eyebrows. "No, I don't. Kris has a tendency to avoid nastiness and that's not always the best choice. I can see sometimes it might... What?" Adam asked when he saw the skepticism in his father's face.
"No, you can't." Eber laughed. "You're a confrontational kinda guy."
"But I'm not the guy with an asshole for a father." Adam smiled at Eber. Every time he thought about Kris' parents, he said a word of thanks to the universe for giving him the family he had. Now was no exception.
"I should be careful about not coming on too strong with him," Eber surmised. Not that he thought he had, but Kris obviously had issues to work through. "Do you think I've been pushy with him?"
"Sometimes you're a little pushy." Adam sighed and used his best innocent face. "I, of course, am never pushy at all. C'mon, Kris--" He grabbed Kris' hand and pulled him away. "Let's dance."
"Only if you push." Kris teased. "I like it when you push."
"Where are you? Kris!" Adam yelled, his voice muffled as he pulled off his tee-shirt and flung it aside. He'd been gone a week and that was long enough without sex when you were accustomed to having it with Kris on a daily basis. "Where are you? Get in here!" He impatiently tugged off his boots as Kris walked through the doorway into the bedroom. "Finally!"
"Hey, you jerkface!" Kris grinned and rushed toward Adam, eager to throw his arms around him. "Geoffrey says that the quid in quid pro quo isn't a blowjob, isn't even British. It's Latin!"
"I'm not in the mood to have a discussion about linguistics. I want you." Adam cupped the back of Kris' head with one hand and curled the other around his throat, pushing Kris' chin up as he swooped in and captured Kris' mouth, slanting over him, diving in, lips and tongues sliding and stroking against each other as they made a feast after a famine. Breathing hard, his cock already hard with the need to pound, Adam peeled Kris off of him and gestured toward Kris' shirt. "Take it off. Now."
"I...what?" Kris laughed, only half paying attention as he took a deep breath and Adam's scent invaded his lungs and seemed to surround him the way he wanted Adam to. His eyes devoured Adam. Skin. He was naked from the waist up. Skin. He ran his hands around Adam's torso and leaned forward, intent on tasting, when Adam began tugging on his shirt.
"Not now. This shirt -- get rid of it. It's plaid and it's not your skin. I want it off. Now." Adam frowned at the hideous plaid covering Kris' beautiful skin. "Do it or I'll rip it off."
"That's..." Kris felt his cock harden. Ooh, today was gonna be fun. "I won't take it off. I won't."
"Fine." Adam smiled. Actually, it was more than fine. He was in the kind of mood in which ripping the clothes off of his boyfriend sounded like damn good foreplay. He lifted his hands and slid his fingertips inside the collar of Kris' tee-shirt, pausing to rub his thumb against the pulse pounding in Kris' neck that matched the thudding beat in his cock, before pulling hard.
Rrrrripppppp
“Oh fuck yeah...” Kris groaned, staring at the remains of his ripped shirt on the floor. Rushing to get naked, he shoved his shorts down while licking his lips as Adam divested himself of his jeans. Naked was all he needed for foreplay after a week of separation.
“Oh yeah, you’re gonna get fucked. All of those sexy phone calls this week, you little cock tease...” Adam growled. Pushing Kris down onto the bed, he immediately crawled on top of him and grasped his hips in his hands. "I need you now,' he growled in a husky low voice, before he followed his instincts and sliding one hand around the base of Kris' already leaking cock, sucked it into his mouth, groaning at the taste. Kris, Kris... Oh damn, he had missed him so much, needed to connect with him, taste him, take him...
"Adam, I.... Oh fuck!" Kris cried out as Adam's mouth engulfed his cock and he swallowed, pulling Kris' cock deeper inside, then swallowed again, before pulling back, licking then sucking him down hard. "Oh, no, not yet, I... Too soooooooon!" Kris shrieked in shock as Adam's intense sucking pulled him over the edge so fast all he could do was gasp and flail around, digging his fingers into Adam's shoulders, planting his feet in the bed and letting himself go, surrendering to the force of their need thrusting into Adam’s mouth, gaping at the sight, the feel of his lips and the rough texture of his tongue. All he could do was hold on. And scream as he came, emptying himself into Adam.
“Now I need to fill you up.” Adam stuck his finger into his mouth, then pulled it out, smiling when Kris gasped at the sight of his own cum on Adam’s finger, knowing what he was about to do. Pushing Kris’ thighs apart, Adam slid his finger under Kris’ tight balls and circled the hole.
“Hurry up!” Kris urged, reaching back to find the lube under the pillow where he’d stashed it this morning. “Damn, I need you inside me.” He once again planted his feet and shoved his ass down onto Adam’s finger, gasping with relief when the long digit slid inside, then groaning as the sensation was only briefly satisfying. "More...I need your cock inside me."
“Just the start...” Adam leaned over Kris, once again taking his mouth in a hard kiss. The eager way Kris opened his mouth while spreading his legs made Adam’s head spin, as did the little hitch in Kris’ breath when Adam’s finger pressed against his prostate. That should do it, he thought, rubbing it and feeling Kris’ cock begin to fill again.
"I think..." Kris panted, then lost his train of though as Adam captured his mouth again. God, he was such an amazing kisser, if his cock weren't gearing up again, he could do it all day.
“God, you taste good, but I’m not done.” Adam pulled back and slapped Kris’ hip. “Turn over.”
“Here--” Kris handed Adam the tube before he got on his hands and knees.
“First things first...” Adam bit Kris’ cheek, then nipped his way across the curve of flesh. “I need all of you...” His lips brushed against the soft skin of Kris’ ass, feeling Kris shiver with anticipation. Kris knew what was coming. Like say, him again. After he did what Adam wanted. He knew it--
“Play the game,” Adam ordered, his hands tight on Kris’ hips, pulling him back toward his mouth. He turned his head, licking the inner curve of Kris’ buttock cheek, smiling when Kris involuntarily tried to move himself toward Adam’s mouth. “You want it, don’t you?”
“You know I do.” Unable to prolong it any more, Kris burst out, “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Say it, hedgehog. Play the Rocky Horror game.” Dipping his head, Adam trailed his tongue along the back curve of Kris' balls, feeling them begin to tighten. Good, Kris was getting as excited as he was again, the little game was giving him enough time to recover so he would come while Adam was inside him.
“I swear, you bitch...” Kris ground his teeth, then sighed. Adam wasn’t going to give in. He rubbed his face against his shoulder to blot up the perspiration on it, then held still as he felt Adam’s tongue touch him -- was it his tongue or his lips or... he pushed back, groaning when Adam moved away and damn him, love him, needhimsofuckingmuch, moved his hand over Kris’ hips, then between his legs and began stroking his cock. He froze as he heard Adam flip upon the cap on the lube, the sound inordinately loud in the silence of the room broken only by their loud breaths. When Adam did nothing more, Kris gave in. “Okay. Antici......”
“Pation...” Adam grinned, as he flicked his tongue out and began licking Kris, knowing that rimming was a surefire way to get Kris ready. And oh, how he wanted him ready. They had a solid week of sex to make up for and he intended to get a good start on it right now before his phone started ringing again. Lifting his head, he whispered, “You taste good. That cum that was in my mouth is now on your--”
“Holy fucking SHIT!” Kris yelled. “If you don’t take me right now....” He swallowed hard and felt his legs begin to shake as Adam slid two fingers inside him and ohmigod... whoever put that prostate in there deserved... something, he didn’t know what. “I swear I’m already seeing stars, Adammmmm...”
“Well, I want you to see planets, babe,” Adam bit Kris’ ass again, hearing him gasp, then hold his breath as Adam raised himself up, biting the back of Kris’ neck as he bent his knees and slid into Kris with one hard thrust.
Bracing his hands against the bed, then collapsing into the pillows, Kris pushed back, wiggling, needing to get Adam deeper into him. "Harder!" he cried out. "Shove that big cock of yours.... yeah, like that!"
Oh fuck, Kris was so damn tight and he was clamping down, holding him in. Adam groaned, then curled his hands around Kris’ hips and shoved, pulling out, just to hear that gurgling gasp Kris made as Adam’s cock rubbed against his sensitive rim, then shoved in again, harder and harder as Kris pushed back, crying out for more, as Adam gave it to him, then himself, feeling Kris’ body hold him, undulate against him, as they both saw stars.
"I think..." Adam let out a long breath, kissing Kris' shoulder. "I think I know what I'm going to call my tour. Stars in Our Eyes."
"No kidding. Holy..." Kris closed his eyes, feeling the soft kisses Adam was lavishing on his skin, enjoying the moment when the heat of passion turned into the warmth of comfort and love.
Kissing the back of Kris' neck, Adam began, "You really need to come--"
"Give it a rest, man. I just did. Ten minutes, okay?" Kris mumbled, his face still buried in the pillow.
"No..." Adam laughed, bending over Kris, angling his longer body so that he could nuzzle his face against Kris', kissing his jaw. "Come on tour with me."
"Oh, I'd..." Kris froze, his emotions warring with each other. He should go, he really should. But... "But what would I do? What would I be? Your bus boy toy?"
"Ask Kris about his costume," Adam hissed at Tommy as a group of them stood near the bar getting refills on their drinks.
"What's your costume?" Tommy asked Kris.
"Yeah, what's up with that?: That isn't what Brad was working on," Allison noted. Brad had talked non-stop about costumes for weeks and he'd looked particularly smug about Kris', but his final costume was simple.
"I like the tights!" Adam bent down and ran his fingertips up Kris' thigh. Oh yeah, he liked the tights.
"Ugh. I'm a man in tights. I don't know how you talk me into this shit!" Kris grimaced and caught Adam's hand and squeezed it. Truth was, Adam could probably talk him into anything.
"Oh, I have an idea. I was on the same bus with you two..." Tommy muttered, reaching back for another drink. "But go on about the costume. I'm dying to know. Really." He looked sideways at Adam who was pulling that innocent face shit.
"Well, I'm in tights because I had a dilemma." Kris glared at Brad. He had no idea what Brad was wearing. None and there was no way he was asking. "I thought I had it all figured out. I thought it was...well, I hate to use the word, but--"
Alisan interrupted. "Cute?" She nodded. "Yeah, I get it. When you're small, you get tired of being cute."
"But you two are so cute. I like cute!" Adam said brightly, then grunted when Alisan stepped on his foot. "Even when you're troll cute."
"Well, Adam likes cute, so cute works. But..." Kris flushed as he looked at Adam's happy face, then automatically scanned down his body. He liked Adam's costume. The fabric was nice and light and he could see the outline of Adam's nipples. Yup. He liked it. Way better than his. Oh that's right. He was supposed to be talking about his costume. "I didn't think of the ram...ram ramifi...."
"Ramifications?" Tommy looked over, then glanced at Alisan. They both shook their heads. Oooh boy, Kris was a little tipsy. He was going to start mauling Adam any second now.
"Yeah, that." Kris giggled, then took a step closer to Adam and rested his head against Adam's chest. Mmm, that silky fabric was silky. And smooth. And soft. And he could feel Adam's heat through the draped fabric which... he began kissing Adam's chest, then jerked his head up when someone spoke his name. "Huh?"
"Allen! Stop mouthing your boyfriend and tell the story of the costume!" Brad demanded.
"Oh..." Kris raised his head, but leaned his body fully against Adam's and wiggled closer, sighing happily when Adam wrapped his arm around Kris' shoulders. "I thought we'd do a couple's costume."
"Couple's costume? Adam is the water bearer, so you'd be..." Tommy gestured at Kris' costume, that he guessed was supposed to be a water drop.
"Ooh! Let me tell!" Brad exclaimed. "Adam -- as even you, Tommy, you horror movie freak -- can see is wearing an allusion to his astrological sign--"
"Yeah, because we've all had to hear endless lectures about astrology on the tour bus..." Tommy rolled his eyes.
"I don't lecture. I elucidate!" Adam protested. He rocked back on his heels, thrilled he'd been able to pronounce the word.
"I'm shocked he could say that word given how tipsy he is," Allison giggled.
"Hey, I took a class in college about psych testing and if you want my opinion, astrology is about as good as any high-falutin test!" Kris defended Adam's interest.
"That's okay, hedgehog. Tell them what you were going to be," Adam urged, fighting the urge to giggle. He clamped a hand over his mouth. He might've had a bit too much to drink, but it was his birthday, after all. "Tell them. I'm the water bearer and you were going to be my...."
"Bucket." Kris grimaced and closed his eyes, waiting.
"B b b bucket?" Tommy spluttered, then burst out laughing. "Adam's... bucket."
"His WATER bucket!" Kris retorted, punching Tommy in the arm.
"Oh damn, that's still so funny..." Adam cracked up.
"Shut. Up." Kris sighed and looked at Alisan. "Adam laughed for -- no lie -- fifteen minutes. He could not stop laughing. Like now. Apparently it's still freaking hilarious."
"I don't get it..." Allison complained plaintively.
"See, neither did I." Kris glared at Brad.
"Well, what is it?" Allison demanded, hands on hips.
"Cum bucket!" Kris responded impatiently, then froze, slapping his hand over his mouth as -- of freaking course -- Adam's father walked by, stopped, shook his head and kept walking. "I'm just doomed." Kris poked Brad. "And Jerky Jokester here didn't tell me, he actually helped me make a bucket."
"Helped you? Sweetheart, I made the bucket with no help from you except your measurements."
'Which you were a little too eager to take!" Kris bristled, then subsided when Adam's hand rubbing his back trailed down to his ass. Oh yeah, maybe a trip to the bathroom might be in order. Although crap, he didn't have his step stool. Then again, Adam was really good at pushing him up against a wall and he could wrap his legs around Adam's waist and...
"Well, I had to know how I measured up." Brad shrugged, then glancing down, widened his eyes. "Didn't have that to measure though..." As everyone followed Brad's gaze, then laughed, Kris blushed.
"Oh crap..." Kris turned his face back into Adam's chest.
"He was a hot little bucket though," Adam said while tickling his fingers along Kris' ribcage.
"How do you make a bucket hot?" Alisan asked curiously.
Hugging Kris, Adam said with a smile, "By putting Kris in it."
"Ow!" Tommy shrieked.
"What is it?" Alisan asked, rubbing her ear.
"I think I just had a spontaneous cavity from how freaking sweet Adam was. Ow!" Tommy held his jaw and moaned loudly.
"Asshole!" Kris laughed and swiped at the back of Tommy's head.
Tommy laughed, while Allison craned her head and looked at the stage where Cale was waving in an attempt to get Kris' attention. "Hey, Kris. Isn't it about time for your birthday gift to Adam?"
"What're you singing?" Alisan asked.
"Well, Starry Starry Night, of course." Kris took Adam's hand and pulled him toward the stage. "At least one good thing about you working so hard was that I had plenty of time to redo the song my way."
Kris smiled gleefully as he put his guitar down by the front door. He had written a damn good song and couldn't wait to tell Adam about it. Tilting his head, he listened and heard a faint sound of water splashing.
Adam blew a long breath, then climbed out of the pool. He really needed to get credit from Kris and his mom for following their advice and swimming to relieve tension and, he thought more happily, burn calories.
Bang
Looking up as the French door banged closed, Adam sighed with relief when Kris stepped onto the covered patio. "Hey, baby. You're home. Thank god."
"If you're in the pool, that meeting with Geoffrey didn't go so hot," Kris observed as he snatched up one of the towels stacked in a patio cabinet. Smiling as he and Adam walked toward each other, he reached for Adam and began drying him off.
Adam sighed blissfully as Kris rubbed him with the towel. "It's not the meeting with Geoffrey, it was the meeting with Neil afterwards."
"Did you fire his sorry ass?" Kris blurted, then clapped his hand over his mouth.
Adam blinked, then began to laugh at Kris' bluntness, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Oh man, you are a better stress relief than an hour of swimming. C'mere."
Kris tossed the towel aside, opened his arms and wrapped them around Adam, careless of the water soaking into him. Who cared? His clothes would dry. Nudging his hip against Adam's groin, he suggested, "I know an even better way I can relieve your stress."
Nuzzling into Kris' neck, Adam bit the skin under his lips. "I know you do. I know...you... I want you."
"I always want you too..." Kris kissed along Adam's collarbone, then moved his lips down over Adam's chest, smiling as he felt the hard, fast beat of his heart. "But did you..."
"Yes. I fired Neil." Adam cupped Kris' ass and pulled him up against him.
"Praise the Lord and pass the syrup!" Kris laughed in relief, slapping Adam's butt.
"Syrup? Oh, kitchen sex?" Adam winked and pulled Kris into the kitchen, right off the patio.
"You're not serious..." Kris said slowly, even as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it in the general direction of...something. Who cared? Adam wasn't really... Oh damn. Adam had pulled off his swim shorts, tossed them into the sink and was pulling out a small tin of real maple syrup -- out of a cabinet. "Hey, that's the expensive stuff!"
"You're worth it." Watching Kris shoved down his jeans, Adam smiled slowly and jacked his own cock. Pouring a small dollop of syrup onto his fingers, he slathered it around the tip of his cock. "Well?"
"You're serious...." Kris knelt and bent his head, moving forward and slowly laving his tongue all around the head of Adam's cock, licking and sucking, teasing the tip as it leaked more of Adam's own liquid, mixing with the syrup. Oh god, he was never going to be able to taste syrup again without getting an erection. Who cared? He closed his eyes and moaned as he took the head into his mouth and sucked. "Mmm. And sweet too."
Striking the last note, thanking god he'd hit it because damn that song was hard, Kris smiled, then sighed at the excited look on Adam's face as he clapped like a crazy person. He ignored the applause from everyone else, only caring about what Adam thought and given the look in his eyes... he was happy. So it was all good. He'd made Adam happy and that was what was important.
"That was wonderful...." Adam nearly yelled, over the applause as Kris finished his song and rushed into Adam's open arms. "But... you already gave me my gift in the bathroom earlier." He smirked.
"Did not!" Kris protested, then rubbed up against Adam. "I thought about it..."
"But it would've been like deja vu after the tour," Tommy teased.
Adam sighed. "That was the best tour ever."
"The tour -- " Adam looked over at Kris as they brushed their teeth after taking a shower the next morning; he still felt as though there was syrup still somewhere on him, even even after a shower the night before and this morning. That maple syrup was sticky.
"Too bad Madonna already called a tour, 'Sticky and Sweet'." Kris grinned, his mouth white with toothpaste. "Because now that's gonna be a great memory."
Touching the back of Kris' neck, Adam nodded. Kris liked to store up memories, put them in a bucket or something, to carry with him. Probably a result of his past. "I still like Stars in Our Eyes."
"Oh, that's great too. And I like all the ideas you were showing me the other day!" Kris agreed enthusiastically. "Can't wait to see the show. Are you gonna writhe on the stairs again? Ooh-- wait, you could do Stairway to Heaven as an encore!"
"Well, aren't you full of ideas?" Adam teased.
"I'd rather be full of you," Kris teased back, running his free hand along his backside.
"You could be. On tour. Every night. Morning--"
"I'm not going on tour as your groupie!"
"You don't have to. Now that I fired Neil, I need a replacement. Come with me."
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