Money Can Buy You Love. And Glitter. Chapter 32.5
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 R.
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
Chapter 32.4: FOURTH 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 32.1 on the day after Adam's 30th birthday and are moving forward throughout the year with each entry being a different day.
Chapter 32.5 Spend a lotta time with me FIFTH and LAST ENTRY IN THIS CHAPTER
"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."
"Are you seriously asking me to take that job?" Kris asked. That would really make Neil's head explode. A total plus. And then there was the small matter of... He put his toothbrush down and spat into the sink. "What do Geoffrey and Lane think?"
"Geoffrey thinks it would be..." Adam paused and used a British accent. "Bloody brilliant!"
“I bet he did..." Kris muttered, rinsing his mouth, then wiping his lips with the back of his hand.
"And of course, Lane wants her BFF along. Get real." Adam shook his head and rinsed his mouth. Honestly, this kind of stubborn was getting beyond annoying. Was he this annoying when he was stubborn? Surely not!
Kris smiled at Adam's irritation. Now maybe Adam had an idea how Kris felt when he was being ridiculously stubborn. “I’m not sure...” He paused. What should he say? How... What would Adam think...
"What's the problem? When I asked you to go with me on tour, you said and I quote..." Adam dropped his voice and grabbed Kris' hands. "'What would I dooooooo?' So I"m offering you a job, a real job, doing real and necessary work."
"I don't want to be a charity case!"
"You're not. But you are being irrational." Adam held onto Kris' hands tightly and warned him, "Don't make me wrestle you and hold you down."
Kris grinned. “Why would that be a bad idea?”
Laughing, Adam bent and grabbed Kris, flinging him over his shoulder. He stomped into the bedroom and tossed Kris onto the bed, laughing again when Kris grinned in apparent delight, wiggled around and held out his arms. Kris did love to be manhandled. Adam smiled back and threw himself down on top of Kris, breaking his landing with his forearms. Sliding his legs around Kris’ hips and snapping him tightly against his bigger body, he dropped on top of Kris, holding in a groan as he focused on the fight at hand rather than the warm skin and firm body under his. He slid his hands around Kris’ back and held him even tighter. “So, listen up. Listen to me and not the sound of your own overwrought pride. I’m offering you a job. A real job. Not charity.”
“You wouldn’t pay me more than Neil, right?” Kris wrapped his arms around Adam’s shoulders and bucked up against him, surprised when Adam did not undulate against him, but instead pressed harder. He hissed in a small breath and felt blood fill his cock. “For you know...”
"Yeah, I know. You’re not a whore. You’re just mine. Get over it.” Adam impatiently swooped down and bit Kris’ bottom lip sharply enough to make him gasp, then captured his mouth with dominating strokes of his tongue. When Kris’ fingers on his shoulders were pressing hard enough to leave a bruise, Adam lifted his head. “Would it make you feel better if I didn't pay you?" Adam asked. "If you had no income for doing a job?"
Kris opened his mouth and then rolled his eyes at himself. "That sounds stupid."
"You said it, not me."
Kris twisted his mouth and nudged Adam with his knee. Nothing. "You're not moving, damn it."
"Nope." Adam pressed down into Kris' body. "You feel good underneath me. I can lie here on top of you all day."
"You would too, to prove a point. God, you're so damn stubborn. And bossy." Kris sighed. Adam could be such a damn immovable object. He hoped he never pissed him off, seriously pissed him off because Adam would be hard to move. Which was why he was currently between a rock and a hard place, okay literally since Adam's body was like a rock on top of him and his own cock was getting harder by the moment and after all, beyond anything else, he wanted to go and Adam wanted him to go. So it was all good, no matter what had happened before and... "Okay, okay. So... I go on the tour and do Neil’s job... and get paid for it.”
“And you can also use your free time...” Adam loosened his hold enough to slide his leg over and part Kris’ thighs.
“To fuck in the bus?” Kris asked with a smile, that turned into a moan as Adam’s fingers slid down his back to part his ass cheeks. Being in the bus with Adam after a show... only something he'd fantasized about since that concert in Milwaukee.
“Well, that. And didn’t you say Tommy offered to teach you the electric bass? Because you could get more session work?”
“Yeah, whatever," Kris agreed, more focused on pushing his cock against Adam's stomach than his career prospects. "And maybe we can stock up on that edible glitter to bring along?”
“Buckets of it...” Adam agreed.
"I like the makeup on Adam tonight," Kris told Sutan. "Those fake drops of water going down his arms are awesome -- they look so real."
"Air brushing with a soupcon of glitter. Speaking of which, I was expecting you to join us in the screened-off area." Sutan raised an eyebrow. "The only night you missed Adam in make up was the night you had food poisoning."
"Ugh, don't remind me." Kris wrinkled his nose. "It was so embarrassing having those pictures of Adam carrying me into the ER tweeted all over the freaking world." And even then, he hadn't heard from his mother.
Sutan cooed, "You looked like a damsel in distress..."
"Crap. Don't remind me."
"Okay. I'll change the subject." Sutan nodded as Lane joined them. "Hey, Laney. I was just trying to think about something more embarrassing for Kris on the tour than the pap pics of him being a sick wittle baby."
"Oh, you mean like the time Monte was looking for Adam and opened the door to the green room thinking you were just doing his makeup?" Lane grinned, then laughed loudly when Kris gasped.
"Evil! You're pure evil! We weren't ever going to speak of that!" Kris swatted at the glittery stars that bopped around Lane's head. She must have some weird headband thingee going on. Unable to reach, he jumped slightly and nodded in satisfaction when he hit one of the stars.
"Why not?" Sutan shrugged. "It's not like it put you off your game. You were back in the green room watching me do Adam's make up the next night."
"He can't resist. He's powerless in the face of glitter on Adam's body," Lane teased. For all that Kris was a plain Jane when dressing himself, he had what might be a fetish about seeing Adam in glitz. "He's like a glitter zombie."
"You're rather... intense..." Adam whispered to Kris during the dress rehearsal for the tour as Sutan turned to rummage through one of his kits for a blue faux jewel in the shape of a star to put on his forehead. Kris had been staring at him ever since he'd entered the green room -- a fancy name for a tiny cement-block cell of a room with a huge mirror and way too many lights. He'd unscrewed half of them when both he and Sutan had started to sweat from the heat the Hollywood-style light bulbs were generating. But now he was starting to sweat from the look Kris was giving him.
"Is that edible glitter?" Kris licked his lips. The light dusting of glitter on Adam's arms and chest would only be visible when he took off his cape for the second act of the show and would be covered when he donned a cobalt blue and black jacket later on. Or at least that was the plan right now. Adam wasn’t entirely sure about the glitter on his skin, which he thought was stupid. If ever a guy was meant to gleam in the stage lights, it was Adam Fucking Lambert.
"No!" Adam laughed in delight at Kris' obvious interest. He glanced down Kris' body to his jeans. Oh. Really obvious. Uh-oh. They didn't have time. "Not for the stage. Edible glitter is water soluble and I sweat too much when I'm performing -- the glitter would just pour off of me. Yuck." He nodded as Sutan returned with the jewel and hovered over his face deciding where to adhere it.
"So how do you remove it?" Kris asked, reaching out to touch Adam's arm, then reluctantly pulling it back. He didn't want to screw anything up. That was most certainly not his job. "Is that part of my job?"
"Well, it wasn't Neil's." Sutan laughed. "But I'm thinking your job description might be a little different?"
Adam held his breath, waiting for Kris to go all hedgehog at the intimation that he was a paid groupie, but to his surprise, Kris just kept staring at him and said nothing. Although his eyes were saying enough to be a Shakespearean play and the words were speaking straight at his cock.
Sutan chuckled softly. "Your boy is making you sweat more than those stupid lights."
"Tell me about it." Adam blew a long breath up over his face, wishing he had a fan. Or a camera to capture forever the look on Kris' face. "Kris, I--"
"You look fucking hot!" Kris exclaimed, moving his eyes from the strip of Adam’s chest up over his neck to his mouth, damn... that mouth, those lips, and those eyes. "And... glowing. What kind of glitter is that?"
"Oh, honey, that's not from the glitter," Sutan explained with a smile. "That's because of the way you look at him. And if you looked in the mirror right now, you'd see the same effect on your face for the same reason. There's no make up that can compete with the combination of love and lust." Looking from Kris to Adam, Sutan pursed his lips, closed his kit and nodded. “I think... I’m done here. Don’t forget, Adam -- we’re timing this. You have twenty minutes before you get five minutes.” He quick stepped toward the door and pulled it open.
“Got it.” Adam nodded as Kris stepped between his legs and ran his hands up Adam’s thighs.
“Do you remember the night of the Jingle Ball in LA? I should’ve known then... You’re irresistible like this...” Kris’ fingers hurriedly pulling at the waistband of Adam’s pants for the first set. “Oh yeah, I like velcro...” he muttered as he pulled back the tab.
Scccccccraaaaaaaatcccccccccccch
“Fast...” Kris whispered, sliding the zipper tab down, then spreading his hands over the skin revealed. Skin. His to touch and lick and kiss... Every day, every night. Oh hell yeah, every night.
“Fast is of the essence...” Adam murmured, watching Kris’ hands on his stomach, stroking the short hairs there. He lifted his own hands to run them through Kris’ hair, wondering if Kris was really going to suck him and oohh fuck, he was. He held his breath as Kris pulled his hardening cock out and immediately bent down and sucked the head of his cock into his mouth.
“Mmm...” Kris took a deep breath. “I like your essence. The scent of skin and sex...” Looking up, he blinked as the strong overhead lights made the glitter on Adam’s skin flash and gleam. “And sparkles.”
“Sparkles have a...” Adam moaned as Kris’ very clever mouth worked its own magic. “Have a scent?”
“Mmmm....” Kris smiled as the sound he’d made had apparently made an arousing vibration against Adam’s cock given the way it had hardened even more in his mouth and how Adam’s hands were gently pushing him down. He shivered. He loved it when Adam directed him like that. He flicked his eyes upward, taking in the sight of Adam seated in the chair, his eyes intent, his hair pumped up to the ceiling it looked like and all that glitter, that star jewel on his forehead. He looked like some king of a starry universe and... yet, he was Kris’. All his... he vowed to hold onto the fiery center of his world as he stared upward.
“Oh god, you made me fly...” Adam moaned later when Kris finished licking him clean, lifted his head and then licked his lips. He stared in bemusement as Kris rubbed his own cock, then sighed and reached out to re-dress Adam.
“Five minutes!” Lane yelled through the door. “I swear, you two. You will not be doing this every night...”
“Every night, oh hell yeah.” Kris grinned as he rummaged around in Adam’s bag for a stick of gum. “That
was amazing. You looked so amazing, like out of this world... I am so doing that every night.”
“But you’re...” Adam nodded toward the bulge in Kris’ jeans. Nicely tight jeans since somehow all of Kris’ loose jeans had gotten lost in the move to Adam’s house.
“So? You’ll owe me an extra orgasm after the show.” Kris took a deep breath and thought of Pearline’s hair. Yup. That worked. He watched as Adam vaulted out of the chair, trailing glitter, reminding him of the first time they met. When he’d fallen head over heels and... he was still falling, but now safe in the knowledge that Adam would always catch him. Or as long as he didn't screw up. “In the bus, right? We’re private in the bus?”
“Yes. I, I mean we will have our own bedroom in the back.” Adam grinned and took Kris’ hand to squeeze it as they exited the room and began to walk down the hall. “Did I tell you how excited I am that you’re coming on tour with me?”
“Well, I’m not coming yet...” Kris teased.
“Well, that should give you more time to practice the electric guitars!” Tommy cried out from behind them, giggling as he hurried past to get to the stage before Adam, per usual.
"You know, he really doesn't have any ass to speak of," Adam said absently as he ran through the set list in his mind.
"No kidding. And -- Oh hey -- that reminds me,” Kris noted. “You don't glom on Tommy."
Still fussing over the set list, Adam nodded. "I haven't done that in a while."
"I know." Kris glared at up Adam. "Just making sure we're clear on the ground rules."
“You’ve made that crystal clear,” Adam told him, then stopped. “Wait -- that blowjob in the green room wasn’t about--”
“No. It was about me wanting to suck your cock while you’re all glittery. It’s like ... a fantasy.”
“Oh.” Adam smiled. Kris had fantasies about him. Unbelievable.
“Are you blushing?” Kris asked with a grin.
“Who me? Never.” Changing the subject quickly, Adam reminded Kris, “So, there won’t be any glomming on Tommy.”
Elbowing Adam, Kris asked, "Does Tommy know? Because sometimes, he was the one who initiated."
Adam laughed. "The night he met you, he told me, 'So no more kissing during Fever, right?'"
"Really?" Kris asked in surprise.
"Really. Tommy totally respects you. You know that."
"But... who are you going to kiss?" Kris asked, anxious. He did not want to see Adam kissing anyone. But him. Even for stage purposes.
"How about no one?" Adam rolled his eyes. "I change the set list up every time. I didn't even do Fever last tour. And I won’t do it this tour unless I have a sudden urge to do so. I’ve only said that approximately a katrillion times." He put his hand on Kris' arm and squeezed hard. "Have a little faith in me."
"I do, it's just... but..." Kris frowned. He didn't know why he was arguing the point, but there he was, arguing the point. "You still did kiss Tommy or... do other things with him. And the fans love it."
"The fans will understand that I no longer engage in those shenanigans since I have a partner." Adam shrugged. "Or...." He brushed his thumb across Kris' bottom lip. "I could do like Bruce Springsteen used to do--"
"What the hell do you know about Bruce Springsteen?"
"My knowledge is vast."
"So's your ego." Kris stared at Adam suspiciously. "You've been using Google again. You had an idea and researched to find stuff to bolster your argument."
"Sez you. Focus. The point is he used to pull his wife out to dance with him during Dancing in the Dark. I could pull you out for a dance or a kiss."
"WHAT? Are you out of your fucking mind?" Kris shrieked and ran his fingers through his hair. "In public? On a stage? On a tour? Where all those people have cameras? And access to YOUTUBE?"
Adam laughed. Kris' face was so red and his hair was standing up, all prickly. "Okay, fine, hedgehog. I kiss no one. No shenanigans with anyone."
Kris growled. "I know you. You don't give in that easy. You're going to try to con me into it."
"Of course not," Adam scoffed. "I'm not manipulative."
"You're not manipulative,” Kris agreed. “You're relentless."
"You don't complain about that quality when you're lying there gasping for breath after I've given you three orgasms in a row."
"I..." Kris swallowed hard and wiped his suddenly damp forehead. "Yeah. But... this. But you won't succeed," he promised. "I am not going to kiss you on stage. In public. In front of cameras."
"Are you ashamed to kiss me in public?"
Kris' mouth dropped open. "No! How can you say that....Waitaminit. ...I'm not gonna fall for that!"
"Oops! I took a tumble!" Kris giggled as he wiggled around on Adam. "And landed right in your lap. Whodathunkit?"
"Oh, I dunno... Anyone who's ever spent more than ten minutes with the two of you in private?" Allison asked, elbowing Brad as they sat down in the planetarium to watch the show. Big surprise -- Kris was wiggling on Adam's lap.
"Or anyone who ever watched those videos of you planting one on Adam?” Brad smirked. “Where was it? Houston or Hawaii?”
Allison giggled. “I remember that! It was the night Monte had to go to that funeral, so Tommy filled in for him and you filled in for Tommy. Poor Monte, but it was special for you."
“Yeah. It was special indeed watching Kris grind up on Adam like he was going to fuck him right there. Like tonight. Which needs more glitter.” Brad pulled back his arm, startled when Kris suddenly reached out and clamped his hand around Brad's wrist.
"Do not throw glitter. I'll have to pay extra for glitter clean up in the planetarium!" Kris shook his head. "Seriously."
Adam frowned. "How did you..." He froze. Kris would not appreciate having his finances examined in
front of others. Hell, he wouldn't even talk about them with Adam in private. But he wondered again how Kris could afford any of this. Oh, wait, he’d done the planning with Lane, so she’d probably fixed it all up. He hoped she had. "I... hope you're charging it to one of my accounts. I'm sure Geoffrey or Hannah can find a way to write some it off as a business expense."
"Oh, who cares? Money is so déclassé a subject!" Brad declared.
"I have to agree," Kris said quickly. "Where's Lane, anyway?"
Allison shrugged. "Telling Dani why that stupid grapefruit diet of hers is stupid."
"Yeah, no d'uh." Brad rolled his eyes. "On to something way more interesting. Like, Kris' PDAs."
"Why?" Kris whined, then yelped when Adam groped his ass under cover of the darkened planetarium. He wiggled back into Adam's hand, then curled into his body, nuzzling into Adam's neck, rubbing his nose up and down the warm skin before sighing, then slowly licking the skin under his lips.
"Because I can give you pointers," Brad teased. "Let's start with the tongue..."
'"Oooh, let's not." Allison shook her head.
"So. Kris." Tommy grinned. "I left a comment on that YouTube."
Wiping the sleep from his eyes, Kris blinked blearily. He rolled onto his side in the bed and looked up at Tommy. Even without his glasses, he could tell that Tommy was having way too much fun for the morning after the night before. They'd had quite a party last night; he barely remembered falling into the bed on the bus... or maybe Adam had carried him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and held back a wince as certain muscles protested the movement. Oh yeah... he did remember Adam fucking him into the next morning. "What YouTube?"
"The one from last night that best shows you kissing Adam on stage. It was a hard choice, given how many vids got posted."
"Whaaaaat?" Kris blinked again and flopped his hand around the built-in nightstand next to the bed, looking for his glasses.
"Looking for these?" Tommy held the glasses out. As Kris snatched them and glared, Tommy grinned. He shoved Kris' knee. "Move over. I've got my computer loaded up and ready to go. Just for you. Because I love you so."
"Why are you here? Why do you exist?" Kris asked plaintively as Tommy sat down next to him on the bed.
"Getting all existential so early, Kris? I'm totally impressed." Tommy laughed, then grunted when Kris punched him in the arm. "Also impressed with your bicep curling."
'Where is Adam?" Kris groaned as he heard the familiar sounds of Fever tinnily playing from Tommy's crap laptop.
"Off getting you coffee, spoiled brat. There's a Starbucks around the corner."
"I think I'm gonna need that coffee," Kris moaned.
It had seemed surreal -- Adam deciding to play Fever the night Kris had stepped in for Tommy and all of those videos from the GlamNation Tour went swirling through his head and suddenly there he was, fingers fumbling on the guitar strings as Adam began to talk, saying something about the boy who really gave him fever. He had gaped in shock -- which was, of course, clearly shown on the video, great! Tommy was smirking at him and damnit! Adam was his! Adam had begun to sing and he still couldn't believe he was on stage with Adam Fucking Lambert, who was ohmigod dancing over to him and those pants had been awfully tight and his mouth had been so damn kissable and Tommy was still smirking and the fans were screaming about kissing and the next thing he knew, he'd been wrapped around Adam, planting one on those lips and Adam had bent him backward, kissing him back until they were both breathless. Or he was. Adam hadn't missed a beat and had gone instantly into his old choreography, singing away like Kris hadn't been, as Lane said, totally gobsmacked. And Tommy was still smirking.
"I can't believe I did that -- totally forgot where I was and launched myself at him." He stared at the screen and then let out a small shriek. "Ohmigod! That wasn't a dream... Was that tongue?"
Tommy smirked. "More to the point, was that the plaidbulge?"
"Plaid bulge? Huh?"
"Well, if Adam has the glambulge, what would yours be? Since Adam likes glam and you like plaid, yours must be--"
"None of your fucking business!" Kris kneed Tommy’s ribcage, frowning when Tommy just laughed.
"Oh, but it's everyone's business when we can all see it. In full color. On YouTube. Wait -- let me put the video to full screen size and-- Ouch!" Tommy yelped as Kris kneed him in the ass, the continued laughing. "Did you see my comment?"
"How could I miss it?" Kris snapped. "Considering that it got the most thumbs-up and is at the top of the page? ‘Thanks for having sex with Adam. Love, Tommy!’ Seriously, dude!" He shoved Tommy away and got out of bed, stumbling slightly as he lurched toward the tiny bathroom to take care of business. He was going to find a way to pay Tommy back...
“Nice bruises on your ass, by the way...” Tommy called out as Kris appeared in the bathroom door. He laughed and darted toward the door leading out to the main area of the bus. "Could we lift Adam's fingerprints off your ass?"
“I’m gonna beat your ass!” Kris glared and hurried after Tommy, determined to keep from laughing.
“The two of you...” Monte rolled his eyes as he stood chatting with Adam about the funeral he'd had to attend while standing in the small living area of the bus. Kris and Tommy were like squabbling brothers. There was deep affection between them, as well as a deep need to drive the other absolutely crazy. How Tommy had ever managed to teach Kris how to play the electric bass with all the fussing they did at each other, he’d never know.
Adam raised an eyebrow. "Hedgehog, did you notice you were naked?"
"Oh fuck!" Kris yelled and ran back into the bedroom. "Fuck my life!"
"My pleasure." Adam winked at Tommy and shoved the two coffees at him.
"I don't need coffee! I need better earplugs!" Tommy retorted.
BOOM!
"The universe began with a big bang!" Kris intoned in his deepest voice over the recorded voice of the planetarium program as they watched the universe form over their heads. He and Dani had watched the program way too many times when they were consulting with the Observatory's education director and events planner about how to customize it for the party. Seeing Adam's rapt face, Kris decided it had been worth every minute and every penny. "I'd rather you gave me a nice hard big bang. The restroom would do."
Adam laughed and cuddled Kris on his lap as to his surprise the regular program changed to a story about the astrological signs in the sky and their meanings and referenced him by name. "I can't believe what you all did. This has been an amazing night. Thanks seem inadequate, but..." He tilted Kris' face up and gave him a slow, sweet kiss. "Just as are any thanks I could make to the universe for sending you into Starbucks that day."
"To the universe? How about--" Kris shook his head. "What was your horoscope that day, by the way?" he asked, running his fingers along Adam's shoulder and down over his chest. Giving a careful glance around and smiling as the announcer referred to their guests by name as she talked about their signs, he nodded and pinched Adam's nipple.
"Ahhh..." Adam shifted in his seat, pushing his groin up against Kris' butt. "What's important is the future. So the astrologist you guys hired to read charts for everyone said my next year is full of changes..."
"I'm... still here though, right?" Kris asked anxiously. Not that he believed in astrology, but still. Life was uncertain. One minute you were safe and the next minute you were on the outside looking in. "Right?"
"'The fault lies not in our stars, dear Brutus..." Adam grinned and rubbed Kris' messy hair. He was drunk enough to be amazed he was remembering Shakespeare. "I mean, 'Dear Hedgehog, but in ourselves.'"
"What does that mean?"
"It means that regardless of what our stars say, we are in control of our destinies."
"Well, good." Kris wiggled against Adam's hard cock. "If I'm in control, then my destiny is to stay right here forever."
TBC (Note: The next chapter will begin after the 31st birthday party and will begin this next year when the stars are proven right: Chapter 33: Well, I can do the mashed potato. Well, I can do the twist