FIC: Yearning Behind Glass (AI RPF, Adam/Kris + Matt, NC-17)
Today they handed out wine door to door in my building. No, really! When someone films here (which they did a couple weeks ago), they pay a certain amount of money to the management company. Normally, we see none of this. This time the money was directed to the tenants instead of the management, and the super decided to use the money to buy a new communal barbecue for the courtyard, give every tenant a bottle of wine, and he'll be throwing us a barbecue in the next couple weeks. How awesome is that?
Anyway, moving on, here's the second of seven stories originally written anonymously for the ontd_ai kink meme (being posted in random and impulsive order).
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Yearning Behind Glass
AI RPF. 1,100 words. NC-17. Adam/Kris + Matt. Contains: sex tape, voyeurism.
It's Adam's voice saying, "Relax, it'll be fun," but it's Kris's body on the screen, sitting at the edge of the bed in what's obviously the Idol mansion - Matt would know those furnishings anywhere - leaning back on his arms and not quite comfortable. But he's still grinning and blushing and looking like the Kris that Matt's always known, from the moment they were assigned as roommates back in Hollywood Week. Right up until he throws his head back in a silent laugh and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
"I promise no one will ever see it," says Adam, and that's when Matt knows this is definitely not something he should be watching.
That's when he knows he's absolutely not going to stop.
"These are always a bad idea," says Kris, shaking his head, but he doesn't stop, he doesn't stop, pulling the shirt back over his shoulders and dropping it over the side of the bed, onto the floor. "I don't know how you talked me into this."
"With the promise of many future blowjobs," says Adam, and Kris licks his lips, reaches for his belt. "Yeah, pants too. Everything."
Adam had said, "It's a purple flash drive, should be right on top of my wallet," and this one is purple, no mistaking that, but it had been in with Adam's makeup, not on his wallet in his bunk, and it's definitely not some of Adam's old performances like Matt had asked to see, even though Adam is humming something soft and sultry in the background.
"Come on, quit it," says Kris, laughing as his jeans join his shirt on the floor. He still wears briefs and somehow that's a strange comfort, that going from being Matt's roommate to being Adam's didn't change everything. "You're making me feel like I'm in some cheap porno."
"Hey, just because I'm filming you on my webcam doesn't mean it's cheap," says Adam.
Kris is hard in his briefs, bulging hard, and as he squirms on the bed, still blushing and glancing coyly at something just past the camera, at Adam, the tip of his cock just peeks out over the elastic.
"Oh, fuck you," laughs Adam as Kris gives him a cheeky grin, "you know exactly what you're doing."
Everyone sort of knows about Adam and Kris, though no one knows just what exactly it is. They all just know there's something between them and don't really talk about it in anything other than smirks and nods and sidelong looks. Matt doesn't know what Katy does or doesn't know, but whatever it is, Adam and Kris have never carried on like they're hiding or ashamed.
"Enough," says Adam, his voice dropping into a growl as Kris rubs himself through the briefs, palming over his cock and tilting his head back, letting his mouth hang open. "Off, Kris. Come on."
Kris waits an agonizingly long time before lifting his head again, giving Adam a crooked grin and wriggling out of his briefs, dropping them to the floor and out of range of the camera. The image tilts for a moment then comes back, no closer to Kris's body than it was before but at least now he's framed right in the middle now and not off to the side, like he might vanish off screen at any moment.
"You drive me crazy," says Adam as Kris runs his hand down his body, right from his neck down to his hips, leaning right back on the bed and holding himself up on just one elbow. "I'm about two seconds away from coming over there and fucking you stupid."
Kris might have let out a sound at that but the camera doesn't pick it up, only shows his chest heaving, his lips moving, and his hand finally moving down to circle his cock loosely, giving it a few exploratory tugs.
Matt's never really talked about who he's interested in, not with anyone on the tour. He just flirts with the fans and the press and, well, everyone, but just like everyone knows about Adam and Kris, he's pretty sure everyone knows he swings both ways. With Adam blazing as brightly as he does, though, it's easy for Matt to exist in that suddenly safe and hidden space around him. Whether he wants to be in Adam's shadow or not.
When Kris grabs his cock, Matt reaches into his shorts and does the same, harder than Kris does, a little faster. It feels good and painful at the same time and he thinks that's exactly what this should feel like, for him.
"Here," says Adam, "Kris, here." Something arcs onto the bed and it takes Kris a moment to notice, then he grins and gives Adam a thumbs up and squeezes a little lube onto his hand, reaching for his cock again and stroking with no hesitation this time.
No one's cock should be that perfect, but Kris's is, just like every other fucking thing about him. And he smiles as he strokes off, just for a moment, just before his body hitches again and his mouth falls open and his hand moves even harder, pausing to pull at his balls but coming right back up again.
"Yeah," says Adam. "God, Kris, I could watch you do this forever."
"Not gonna last forever," says Kris, and his laugh is the same one Matt's heard a hundred times, just a little more shattered and a little more breathless. Or maybe breathtaking.
"No, you're not," agrees Adam, "especially not when I tell you that seeing you like that makes me want to come over there and spread your legs and fucking rim you till you pass out from it. You remember what that was like, Kris, that night?"
He can hear Kris's noises that time, low and breathy, and Kris's hand is a blur, stroking over his cock until he chokes and spurts over his hand, up onto his chest. It's hard to tell, though, whether the audible groan comes from Kris or from Adam.
Matt comes moments after Kris does, closing his eyes and fisting his cock hard as he holds that last image in his head.
He can hear Adam's voice, "fuck" and "gorgeous" and "can't wait anymore", but he doesn't open his eyes, not even when he hears the crackle and then silence of the camera being shut off, the video file abruptly ending.
Tomorrow he'll sneak the flash drive back in with Adam's makeup, but tonight the only thing he's going to do with it is watch it all over again.
Anyway, moving on, here's the second of seven stories originally written anonymously for the ontd_ai kink meme (being posted in random and impulsive order).
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Yearning Behind Glass
AI RPF. 1,100 words. NC-17. Adam/Kris + Matt. Contains: sex tape, voyeurism.
It's Adam's voice saying, "Relax, it'll be fun," but it's Kris's body on the screen, sitting at the edge of the bed in what's obviously the Idol mansion - Matt would know those furnishings anywhere - leaning back on his arms and not quite comfortable. But he's still grinning and blushing and looking like the Kris that Matt's always known, from the moment they were assigned as roommates back in Hollywood Week. Right up until he throws his head back in a silent laugh and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
"I promise no one will ever see it," says Adam, and that's when Matt knows this is definitely not something he should be watching.
That's when he knows he's absolutely not going to stop.
"These are always a bad idea," says Kris, shaking his head, but he doesn't stop, he doesn't stop, pulling the shirt back over his shoulders and dropping it over the side of the bed, onto the floor. "I don't know how you talked me into this."
"With the promise of many future blowjobs," says Adam, and Kris licks his lips, reaches for his belt. "Yeah, pants too. Everything."
Adam had said, "It's a purple flash drive, should be right on top of my wallet," and this one is purple, no mistaking that, but it had been in with Adam's makeup, not on his wallet in his bunk, and it's definitely not some of Adam's old performances like Matt had asked to see, even though Adam is humming something soft and sultry in the background.
"Come on, quit it," says Kris, laughing as his jeans join his shirt on the floor. He still wears briefs and somehow that's a strange comfort, that going from being Matt's roommate to being Adam's didn't change everything. "You're making me feel like I'm in some cheap porno."
"Hey, just because I'm filming you on my webcam doesn't mean it's cheap," says Adam.
Kris is hard in his briefs, bulging hard, and as he squirms on the bed, still blushing and glancing coyly at something just past the camera, at Adam, the tip of his cock just peeks out over the elastic.
"Oh, fuck you," laughs Adam as Kris gives him a cheeky grin, "you know exactly what you're doing."
Everyone sort of knows about Adam and Kris, though no one knows just what exactly it is. They all just know there's something between them and don't really talk about it in anything other than smirks and nods and sidelong looks. Matt doesn't know what Katy does or doesn't know, but whatever it is, Adam and Kris have never carried on like they're hiding or ashamed.
"Enough," says Adam, his voice dropping into a growl as Kris rubs himself through the briefs, palming over his cock and tilting his head back, letting his mouth hang open. "Off, Kris. Come on."
Kris waits an agonizingly long time before lifting his head again, giving Adam a crooked grin and wriggling out of his briefs, dropping them to the floor and out of range of the camera. The image tilts for a moment then comes back, no closer to Kris's body than it was before but at least now he's framed right in the middle now and not off to the side, like he might vanish off screen at any moment.
"You drive me crazy," says Adam as Kris runs his hand down his body, right from his neck down to his hips, leaning right back on the bed and holding himself up on just one elbow. "I'm about two seconds away from coming over there and fucking you stupid."
Kris might have let out a sound at that but the camera doesn't pick it up, only shows his chest heaving, his lips moving, and his hand finally moving down to circle his cock loosely, giving it a few exploratory tugs.
Matt's never really talked about who he's interested in, not with anyone on the tour. He just flirts with the fans and the press and, well, everyone, but just like everyone knows about Adam and Kris, he's pretty sure everyone knows he swings both ways. With Adam blazing as brightly as he does, though, it's easy for Matt to exist in that suddenly safe and hidden space around him. Whether he wants to be in Adam's shadow or not.
When Kris grabs his cock, Matt reaches into his shorts and does the same, harder than Kris does, a little faster. It feels good and painful at the same time and he thinks that's exactly what this should feel like, for him.
"Here," says Adam, "Kris, here." Something arcs onto the bed and it takes Kris a moment to notice, then he grins and gives Adam a thumbs up and squeezes a little lube onto his hand, reaching for his cock again and stroking with no hesitation this time.
No one's cock should be that perfect, but Kris's is, just like every other fucking thing about him. And he smiles as he strokes off, just for a moment, just before his body hitches again and his mouth falls open and his hand moves even harder, pausing to pull at his balls but coming right back up again.
"Yeah," says Adam. "God, Kris, I could watch you do this forever."
"Not gonna last forever," says Kris, and his laugh is the same one Matt's heard a hundred times, just a little more shattered and a little more breathless. Or maybe breathtaking.
"No, you're not," agrees Adam, "especially not when I tell you that seeing you like that makes me want to come over there and spread your legs and fucking rim you till you pass out from it. You remember what that was like, Kris, that night?"
He can hear Kris's noises that time, low and breathy, and Kris's hand is a blur, stroking over his cock until he chokes and spurts over his hand, up onto his chest. It's hard to tell, though, whether the audible groan comes from Kris or from Adam.
Matt comes moments after Kris does, closing his eyes and fisting his cock hard as he holds that last image in his head.
He can hear Adam's voice, "fuck" and "gorgeous" and "can't wait anymore", but he doesn't open his eyes, not even when he hears the crackle and then silence of the camera being shut off, the video file abruptly ending.
Tomorrow he'll sneak the flash drive back in with Adam's makeup, but tonight the only thing he's going to do with it is watch it all over again.