Use my skin to hide your secrets in, KRADAM
Title: Use my skin to hide your secrets in
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kradam
Word Count: 779
Disclaimer: Both Adam and Kris belong to themselves [and eachother, but what else is new].
Summary: When they finally, finally crawl into bed that night, Kris continues drawing things and letters on Adam’s skin with his tongue until he falls asleep, their fingers entwined. The next morning, everybody sees the hickey on Kris’ collarbone, but nobody asks about it, which still means… their secret is safe.
Author's Note: O haiiiii. I have another one; these two fellas really keep my ideas flowin'. I hope you like it, and if you do-- you know the thrill. Comments make me happy. ♥
Use my skin to hide your secrets in
To some people, it looks like they’re just playing; friendly touches, giggling into each other’s ears, both of them talking about each other like either one of them is a God.
A number of people know; a few of them chose to ignore it, several of them don’t judge them for it, in fact, they keep on encouraging them.
The fact is, this thing that Kris and Adam have, it’s a secret.
Even though it’s hard - he can barely concentrate on anything, can only think of this - Adam keeps himself from grabbing Kris, pressing him up against the wall and fucking him until Kris cries out, just because Kris makes the prettiest noises ever when Adam hits that sweet spot inside of him over and over again.
When they cross each other’s paths during small interviews or photo shoots, Adam always makes sure his hips bump against Kris or that he can sneak in a little squeeze of Kris’ ass.
Kris freezes; looking around like a deer caught in headlights, always afraid somebody might’ve seen them. There’s a blush creeping over his cheeks, down his neck, and Adam finds himself wondering just how far down the blush goes.
Making a mental note to check this out the next time he’s got Kris naked, Adam moves on, giving the photographers a bright smile and laughing along to their jokes.
When his and Kris’ eyes meet, Adam licks his lips and his lips curl into a grin-before he sits down with a sweet woman who’s doing interviews.
He can feel Kris watching him; the knowledge that Kris can’t take his eyes off him makes the baby fine hairs in the back of Adam’s neck rise, and he shivers lightly before turning his attention back to the woman.
Luckily, she has no clue about what’s going on, so Adam continues making a checklist about what else he wants to find out about Kris.
Once the interviews and photo shoots are finally done and over with, the remaining five contestants of American Idol crawl into the van that’s taking them back to the mansion.
Kris crawls into the van right after Adam and tiredly curls against his side, his face pressed into the crook of Adam’s neck. His breath makes Adam’s skin dampen, and when Adam least expects it (he’s quietly talking to Matt about something some interviewer had asked them), Kris’ tongue snakes out of his mouth, and he laps at Adam’s skin.
It’s Adam’s turn to freeze, and he feels his fingers digging into Kris’ thigh, trying his hardest to not flip Kris over and giving his companions the show of their life.
When the car stops at the mansion, and everybody gets out to finally make their way into bed, all Adam wants to do is fling Kris over his shoulder, carry him into their bedroom and fuck him into tomorrow.
But instead he waits patiently until Kris has gotten out of the car, until he’s said goodnight to everybody and until their bedroom door is finally closed.
Once the door’s closed, Adam loses all the control he has over himself. Within seconds he’s pressed Kris against the wall, ripped his shirt off and is sucking on Kris’ collarbone while he’s grabbing him by the hips, lifting him up.
Kris makes the sweetest whimpers as he’s throwing his head back and wrapping his legs around Adam’s hips.
“You need to… ah, Adam, you need to…” He groans, his erection rubbing against Adam’s stomach.
The older man puts Kris down before sinking to his knees, quickly fumbling his pants open. “I know, I know… it’s been way too long; been missin’ your taste.” He soothes, pulling Kris’ pants and boxers down to his thighs.
When the hot air coming out of Adam’s mouth in fast breaths hits the tip of Kris’ erection, his hips buck upwards.
Adam can’t help the smile that makes its way onto his face as he bends forward to place a loving kiss on the tip of Kris’ cock.
Kris is still arching his back ever so sinfully when Adam engulfs his dick, his cheeks hollowing as he’s sucking on it.
When he comes, Adam greedily drinks down Kris’ come, only to be surprised by Kris sinking to his knees, ravenously licking a mixture of his own taste and Adam’s unique flavor out of Adam’s mouth.
When they finally, finally crawl into bed that night, Kris continues drawing things and letters on Adam’s skin with his tongue until he falls asleep, their fingers entwined.
The next morning, everybody sees the hickey on Kris’ collarbone, but nobody asks about it, which still means… their secret is safe.
the end
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kradam
Word Count: 779
Disclaimer: Both Adam and Kris belong to themselves [and eachother, but what else is new].
Summary: When they finally, finally crawl into bed that night, Kris continues drawing things and letters on Adam’s skin with his tongue until he falls asleep, their fingers entwined. The next morning, everybody sees the hickey on Kris’ collarbone, but nobody asks about it, which still means… their secret is safe.
Author's Note: O haiiiii. I have another one; these two fellas really keep my ideas flowin'. I hope you like it, and if you do-- you know the thrill. Comments make me happy. ♥
Use my skin to hide your secrets in
To some people, it looks like they’re just playing; friendly touches, giggling into each other’s ears, both of them talking about each other like either one of them is a God.
A number of people know; a few of them chose to ignore it, several of them don’t judge them for it, in fact, they keep on encouraging them.
The fact is, this thing that Kris and Adam have, it’s a secret.
Even though it’s hard - he can barely concentrate on anything, can only think of this - Adam keeps himself from grabbing Kris, pressing him up against the wall and fucking him until Kris cries out, just because Kris makes the prettiest noises ever when Adam hits that sweet spot inside of him over and over again.
When they cross each other’s paths during small interviews or photo shoots, Adam always makes sure his hips bump against Kris or that he can sneak in a little squeeze of Kris’ ass.
Kris freezes; looking around like a deer caught in headlights, always afraid somebody might’ve seen them. There’s a blush creeping over his cheeks, down his neck, and Adam finds himself wondering just how far down the blush goes.
Making a mental note to check this out the next time he’s got Kris naked, Adam moves on, giving the photographers a bright smile and laughing along to their jokes.
When his and Kris’ eyes meet, Adam licks his lips and his lips curl into a grin-before he sits down with a sweet woman who’s doing interviews.
He can feel Kris watching him; the knowledge that Kris can’t take his eyes off him makes the baby fine hairs in the back of Adam’s neck rise, and he shivers lightly before turning his attention back to the woman.
Luckily, she has no clue about what’s going on, so Adam continues making a checklist about what else he wants to find out about Kris.
Once the interviews and photo shoots are finally done and over with, the remaining five contestants of American Idol crawl into the van that’s taking them back to the mansion.
Kris crawls into the van right after Adam and tiredly curls against his side, his face pressed into the crook of Adam’s neck. His breath makes Adam’s skin dampen, and when Adam least expects it (he’s quietly talking to Matt about something some interviewer had asked them), Kris’ tongue snakes out of his mouth, and he laps at Adam’s skin.
It’s Adam’s turn to freeze, and he feels his fingers digging into Kris’ thigh, trying his hardest to not flip Kris over and giving his companions the show of their life.
When the car stops at the mansion, and everybody gets out to finally make their way into bed, all Adam wants to do is fling Kris over his shoulder, carry him into their bedroom and fuck him into tomorrow.
But instead he waits patiently until Kris has gotten out of the car, until he’s said goodnight to everybody and until their bedroom door is finally closed.
Once the door’s closed, Adam loses all the control he has over himself. Within seconds he’s pressed Kris against the wall, ripped his shirt off and is sucking on Kris’ collarbone while he’s grabbing him by the hips, lifting him up.
Kris makes the sweetest whimpers as he’s throwing his head back and wrapping his legs around Adam’s hips.
“You need to… ah, Adam, you need to…” He groans, his erection rubbing against Adam’s stomach.
The older man puts Kris down before sinking to his knees, quickly fumbling his pants open. “I know, I know… it’s been way too long; been missin’ your taste.” He soothes, pulling Kris’ pants and boxers down to his thighs.
When the hot air coming out of Adam’s mouth in fast breaths hits the tip of Kris’ erection, his hips buck upwards.
Adam can’t help the smile that makes its way onto his face as he bends forward to place a loving kiss on the tip of Kris’ cock.
Kris is still arching his back ever so sinfully when Adam engulfs his dick, his cheeks hollowing as he’s sucking on it.
When he comes, Adam greedily drinks down Kris’ come, only to be surprised by Kris sinking to his knees, ravenously licking a mixture of his own taste and Adam’s unique flavor out of Adam’s mouth.
When they finally, finally crawl into bed that night, Kris continues drawing things and letters on Adam’s skin with his tongue until he falls asleep, their fingers entwined.
The next morning, everybody sees the hickey on Kris’ collarbone, but nobody asks about it, which still means… their secret is safe.
the end