Combat Baby (Wrecking Force Sequel)
Title: Combat Baby (Sequel to Wrecking Force)
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,650
Summary: "I'm writing a song about you right now."
Notes: Probably won't make sense unless you read the other one first. But I'm not judging if you're just in it for some good ol' phone sex. ;D
“I’m writing a song about you right now.”
“Mm,” Adam murmurs, sighing into the phone. The noise of it cuts right into Kris’ ear. “You tease. Ever say hello anymore?”
Kris’ fingers fumble along the strings. “Considering how our phone calls used to go, these days I like to get straight to the point.”
It hits him pretty quickly that that might not have been a smart thing to say. The responding silence is an unfortunate fulfillment of that worry - a reminder that it’s going to take longer than he thought to get past their period of animosity. He’d kind of assumed things would slot right back into perfection, but when he thinks about it they never really had that in the first place, not even during the Idol tour.
But what they do have - it’s the closest you can get, Kris is pretty sure.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that,” Kris says after a moment.
“No,” Adam says, and he sounds thoughtful. “No, it’s good you did. I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. It just... makes me sad when I think about it.”
“The missing years.”
“Yeah.”
Kris swallows. He didn’t think it was possible that they could still be awkward.
“How’s the house?” Adam says, voice muffled in a way that tells Kris he’s trying not to be heard by the bustling people around him. Kris doesn’t even know what country he’s in; it stresses him out to try to keep up.
“Empty,” he says, and it’s impossible to keep a nag of pathetic longing out of his voice. It really sucked to finally have Adam and then have him taken away in a heartbeat. The withdrawal is... painful, to say the least.
There’s a pause, the sound of a shutting door, and then Adam says shortly, “I fucking hate promo.”
“Shut up. No you don’t.”
“Just,” Adam says, and there’s that tone, same as Kris’, just as pathetic, “tell me how the song goes. Sing it for me. Please.”
“I’m afraid it’s going to sound sad even though it wasn’t meant to be,” Kris says, but his thumb is already trying the picking pattern.
“Please,” Adam repeats, even more softly than before.
Kris opens his throat for the high notes: “When people leave, you wonder if they’ll come back. No matter how they promise, there’s always a chance they’ll slip through the cracks.”
He stops there, suddenly choked up at the hitch in Adam’s breathing.
“I can’t hear the guitar, but... fuck.”
Kris presses the phone hard to his cheek, up against his lips. “I wish you were here so much.”
“This is so hard,” Adam says, and sniffles a little. “I want to touch - ”
“I want you to touch me.”
It spills out of Kris in a rush, the kind of thing he’s never said to anyone but Adam. He can hear Adam’s breath getting harsher and he’s pretty sure they’ve just crossed a line into something else entirely.
“I think I need to hide myself in the bathroom for this,” Adam says. Kris can hear his smile. Another door closes, and then - “if I was there I’d touch you all over.”
Kris shivers.
“I’d run my hands over your neck and hold you down with my body.”
“I’m pretending my hands are your hands,” Kris tells him as he runs them up and down his chest.
“Good. Are you alone?”
Kris removes his shirt. “Of course I am. I always make sure I’m alone when I call you. I don’t want to have to censor myself.”
“One of these days we’ll tell everyone,” Adam says with a note of danger. “I’ll just grab you at some awards ceremony and stick my tongue down your throat.”
Kris feels a tiny whine emit from his throat as he palms himself lightly through his jeans. “I think you’d have to do more than that to make it clear. Since, you know, thanks to you, attacking someone with your mouth isn’t a big surprise anymore.”
“Would you like me to get on my knees for you instead? Like I do at home?”
Adam’s voice, low and calm like it always is before sex, drives Kris absolutely crazy. He can picture the scene now, on a stage, the haze of a famous face-less crowd and the feel of Adam’s tongue.
“I can tell you’re touching yourself already, Kris. So eager to get to the end. Always my struggle with you.”
Kris can’t help but let another moan escape as he edges his jeans down further, freeing his cock. He takes it in a hand and closes his eyes, mentally replaying the four days they had together before Adam left, the most liberating, torturous, crazy, gorgeous days of his life. Adam, taking him to the edge and back again, over and over - and they hadn’t even broken out the cock-rings yet.
“Please,” Kris can’t stop himself from saying.
“Easy,” Adam shushes. “Let’s go slow.”
Adam laughs at Kris’ frustrated moan.
“I’d suck you right there in front of everyone, believe me, I would. I’d give it to you the best I’ve ever given, hard and pressure and all the way down. And then entire world would watch you come in seconds.”
Kris breathes out hard and squeezes his cock to keep from losing it at that.
“But I could never completely share you. I’d have to take you home and fuck you in our bed after that. Maybe I’d make you come on just my fingers first. We haven’t done that yet, have we, Kris.”
Kris shakes his head even though Adam can’t see him. He’s already reaching for the lube in the nightstand and kicking his pants off the rest of the way.
“I bet you’ve got lube all over your fingers right now,” Adam says, just as Kris squeezes it out over his hand. “Rub yourself good for me, okay? Little circles.”
Kris never thought it could be this natural, doing this, over the freaking phone. But it’s got him hotter than he ever could have imagined, more proof that a previously unknown freedom is what comes with being with Adam.
“I wish I was there so I could use my tongue on you,” Adam says, to which Kris starts panting. “You should have seen yourself that time, Kris. So gorgeous. I’ve never seen anyone so...”
Kris can’t help it - he dips a finger inside and drills down hard. It feels so good he loses his breath for a moment. Adam doesn’t say anything for a bit, so Kris spreads his legs open a little further and lets his imagination run wild, the things they’ve done and all the things they’re going to do in two weeks. Just two weeks.
“You’re already fucking yourself good with a couple of fingers, aren’t you?” Adam purrs. “Without my permission. But I’ll let it go this time. I’m kinda dying here myself.”
“What,” Kris tries, embarrassment still managing to surface despite his position, “What are you doing?”
Adam chuckles low. “You want to know what I’m doing? I’m leaning against the bathroom mirror with my cock in my fist. There are people right outside this room and there’s no lock on the door. But it’s getting pretty difficult to keep quiet. Feels so good if I pretend it’s your hand. If I pretend it’s your hole.”
Adam’s words turn into a soft moan and Kris can just see him there, hunched over and sweaty, fully clothed and stripping himself fast, fingers barely long enough to completely wrap around himself.
“I used to do this all the time but it’s better because it can be real now,” Adam says, and Kris heart clenches. “In the shower I would try to picture anyone but you - but no one ever got me there. Nothing I pictured made me want like you.”
The thought is so hot, it brings Kris suddenly right to the edge. Adam jerking off to him, all this time, unable to stop himself. “Even when - ?”
“Even when we weren’t speaking. Even when you were married. Even when we barely knew each - ”
Kris feels a loud moan rip out of his throat as he drops the phone, grabs his cock with his other hand, and comes. When he picks up the phone again, completely breathless, Adam is panting like he does when he’s close.
“Adam, I love you so much,” Kris whispers, because he doesn’t think his voice will work otherwise.
There is only a strangled whine in response, which evolves into a harsh, high-pitched gasp. The sound of Adam coming is beautiful playing right into Kris’ ear.
For a moment they are silent together, just listening. And then Adam says, “I don’t know if I can wait two weeks. And then you’re leaving a week after that.”
“I think I can handle it if we do this on a semi-regular basis.”
Adam laughs a little and... somehow their situation seems less hopeless.
Another moment passes and then Kris says quietly, “We knew it was going to be like this. To me it’s worth it.”
“Of course it is,” Adam says fiercely, back to being alert. “We’ll just have to work a little harder than most.”
“But it won’t be work. It’s easy. Because you’re apart of it -- everything. I’m writing an album full of songs for you - ”
“Kris,” Adam starts, warmth in his voice.
“ - just like the last one. And the one before that. And - ”
“I love you,” Adam cuts in. The words are still incredible to Kris, still fresh and bright and glowing in his heart. He doesn’t think they ever won’t be.
He smiles and says, “Do you think we’re even capable of a normal phone call?”
“Nope,” Adam laughs. “And I’m damn proud of it.”
They hang up, and he’s sure - absolutely positive - that there’s nothing more worth it in the world.
*
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,650
Summary: "I'm writing a song about you right now."
Notes: Probably won't make sense unless you read the other one first. But I'm not judging if you're just in it for some good ol' phone sex. ;D
“I’m writing a song about you right now.”
“Mm,” Adam murmurs, sighing into the phone. The noise of it cuts right into Kris’ ear. “You tease. Ever say hello anymore?”
Kris’ fingers fumble along the strings. “Considering how our phone calls used to go, these days I like to get straight to the point.”
It hits him pretty quickly that that might not have been a smart thing to say. The responding silence is an unfortunate fulfillment of that worry - a reminder that it’s going to take longer than he thought to get past their period of animosity. He’d kind of assumed things would slot right back into perfection, but when he thinks about it they never really had that in the first place, not even during the Idol tour.
But what they do have - it’s the closest you can get, Kris is pretty sure.
“I probably shouldn’t have said that,” Kris says after a moment.
“No,” Adam says, and he sounds thoughtful. “No, it’s good you did. I don’t want to pretend it didn’t happen. It just... makes me sad when I think about it.”
“The missing years.”
“Yeah.”
Kris swallows. He didn’t think it was possible that they could still be awkward.
“How’s the house?” Adam says, voice muffled in a way that tells Kris he’s trying not to be heard by the bustling people around him. Kris doesn’t even know what country he’s in; it stresses him out to try to keep up.
“Empty,” he says, and it’s impossible to keep a nag of pathetic longing out of his voice. It really sucked to finally have Adam and then have him taken away in a heartbeat. The withdrawal is... painful, to say the least.
There’s a pause, the sound of a shutting door, and then Adam says shortly, “I fucking hate promo.”
“Shut up. No you don’t.”
“Just,” Adam says, and there’s that tone, same as Kris’, just as pathetic, “tell me how the song goes. Sing it for me. Please.”
“I’m afraid it’s going to sound sad even though it wasn’t meant to be,” Kris says, but his thumb is already trying the picking pattern.
“Please,” Adam repeats, even more softly than before.
Kris opens his throat for the high notes: “When people leave, you wonder if they’ll come back. No matter how they promise, there’s always a chance they’ll slip through the cracks.”
He stops there, suddenly choked up at the hitch in Adam’s breathing.
“I can’t hear the guitar, but... fuck.”
Kris presses the phone hard to his cheek, up against his lips. “I wish you were here so much.”
“This is so hard,” Adam says, and sniffles a little. “I want to touch - ”
“I want you to touch me.”
It spills out of Kris in a rush, the kind of thing he’s never said to anyone but Adam. He can hear Adam’s breath getting harsher and he’s pretty sure they’ve just crossed a line into something else entirely.
“I think I need to hide myself in the bathroom for this,” Adam says. Kris can hear his smile. Another door closes, and then - “if I was there I’d touch you all over.”
Kris shivers.
“I’d run my hands over your neck and hold you down with my body.”
“I’m pretending my hands are your hands,” Kris tells him as he runs them up and down his chest.
“Good. Are you alone?”
Kris removes his shirt. “Of course I am. I always make sure I’m alone when I call you. I don’t want to have to censor myself.”
“One of these days we’ll tell everyone,” Adam says with a note of danger. “I’ll just grab you at some awards ceremony and stick my tongue down your throat.”
Kris feels a tiny whine emit from his throat as he palms himself lightly through his jeans. “I think you’d have to do more than that to make it clear. Since, you know, thanks to you, attacking someone with your mouth isn’t a big surprise anymore.”
“Would you like me to get on my knees for you instead? Like I do at home?”
Adam’s voice, low and calm like it always is before sex, drives Kris absolutely crazy. He can picture the scene now, on a stage, the haze of a famous face-less crowd and the feel of Adam’s tongue.
“I can tell you’re touching yourself already, Kris. So eager to get to the end. Always my struggle with you.”
Kris can’t help but let another moan escape as he edges his jeans down further, freeing his cock. He takes it in a hand and closes his eyes, mentally replaying the four days they had together before Adam left, the most liberating, torturous, crazy, gorgeous days of his life. Adam, taking him to the edge and back again, over and over - and they hadn’t even broken out the cock-rings yet.
“Please,” Kris can’t stop himself from saying.
“Easy,” Adam shushes. “Let’s go slow.”
Adam laughs at Kris’ frustrated moan.
“I’d suck you right there in front of everyone, believe me, I would. I’d give it to you the best I’ve ever given, hard and pressure and all the way down. And then entire world would watch you come in seconds.”
Kris breathes out hard and squeezes his cock to keep from losing it at that.
“But I could never completely share you. I’d have to take you home and fuck you in our bed after that. Maybe I’d make you come on just my fingers first. We haven’t done that yet, have we, Kris.”
Kris shakes his head even though Adam can’t see him. He’s already reaching for the lube in the nightstand and kicking his pants off the rest of the way.
“I bet you’ve got lube all over your fingers right now,” Adam says, just as Kris squeezes it out over his hand. “Rub yourself good for me, okay? Little circles.”
Kris never thought it could be this natural, doing this, over the freaking phone. But it’s got him hotter than he ever could have imagined, more proof that a previously unknown freedom is what comes with being with Adam.
“I wish I was there so I could use my tongue on you,” Adam says, to which Kris starts panting. “You should have seen yourself that time, Kris. So gorgeous. I’ve never seen anyone so...”
Kris can’t help it - he dips a finger inside and drills down hard. It feels so good he loses his breath for a moment. Adam doesn’t say anything for a bit, so Kris spreads his legs open a little further and lets his imagination run wild, the things they’ve done and all the things they’re going to do in two weeks. Just two weeks.
“You’re already fucking yourself good with a couple of fingers, aren’t you?” Adam purrs. “Without my permission. But I’ll let it go this time. I’m kinda dying here myself.”
“What,” Kris tries, embarrassment still managing to surface despite his position, “What are you doing?”
Adam chuckles low. “You want to know what I’m doing? I’m leaning against the bathroom mirror with my cock in my fist. There are people right outside this room and there’s no lock on the door. But it’s getting pretty difficult to keep quiet. Feels so good if I pretend it’s your hand. If I pretend it’s your hole.”
Adam’s words turn into a soft moan and Kris can just see him there, hunched over and sweaty, fully clothed and stripping himself fast, fingers barely long enough to completely wrap around himself.
“I used to do this all the time but it’s better because it can be real now,” Adam says, and Kris heart clenches. “In the shower I would try to picture anyone but you - but no one ever got me there. Nothing I pictured made me want like you.”
The thought is so hot, it brings Kris suddenly right to the edge. Adam jerking off to him, all this time, unable to stop himself. “Even when - ?”
“Even when we weren’t speaking. Even when you were married. Even when we barely knew each - ”
Kris feels a loud moan rip out of his throat as he drops the phone, grabs his cock with his other hand, and comes. When he picks up the phone again, completely breathless, Adam is panting like he does when he’s close.
“Adam, I love you so much,” Kris whispers, because he doesn’t think his voice will work otherwise.
There is only a strangled whine in response, which evolves into a harsh, high-pitched gasp. The sound of Adam coming is beautiful playing right into Kris’ ear.
For a moment they are silent together, just listening. And then Adam says, “I don’t know if I can wait two weeks. And then you’re leaving a week after that.”
“I think I can handle it if we do this on a semi-regular basis.”
Adam laughs a little and... somehow their situation seems less hopeless.
Another moment passes and then Kris says quietly, “We knew it was going to be like this. To me it’s worth it.”
“Of course it is,” Adam says fiercely, back to being alert. “We’ll just have to work a little harder than most.”
“But it won’t be work. It’s easy. Because you’re apart of it -- everything. I’m writing an album full of songs for you - ”
“Kris,” Adam starts, warmth in his voice.
“ - just like the last one. And the one before that. And - ”
“I love you,” Adam cuts in. The words are still incredible to Kris, still fresh and bright and glowing in his heart. He doesn’t think they ever won’t be.
He smiles and says, “Do you think we’re even capable of a normal phone call?”
“Nope,” Adam laughs. “And I’m damn proud of it.”
They hang up, and he’s sure - absolutely positive - that there’s nothing more worth it in the world.
*