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Title: Hide-n-Seek
Author: me
Rating: R-ish for some sexy times and language
Disclaimer: i own me myself and i.
Author's Note: nothing too exciting. well to me at least. im more excited about the fact that my brother and his boyfriend will be living less than 500 (seems like a lot but really who cares its the same damn state) miles from adam lambert. yesbitchesnowimgoingtocalifornia! sorry, anyways. i just felt like writing something light and....well its a litlte stupid. lol
Kris didn’t think that a game of hide-n-seek could be so much fun, yet so dangerous at the same time. It started out simple enough. Danny was the first one to count while the rest of them, except Lil who felt obligated to watch and shake her head, went to hide. Kris was doing okay in his search for a spot to hide until realized that even though the mansion is huge, places to hide are few and small when there’s nine other people searching, too.
So he opted to just run around like an idiot. But as Danny was nearing ten and then five Kris was starting to panic a little. As a kid he wasn’t very good at this game. He was always the first to be found by his brother or whichever of his friends had been counting. Of course he would think now that he’ll be the first to be found.
“READY OR NOT, HERE I COME!”
Kris’ eyes go wide and he takes off for the nearest door he sees. He sighs in relief and backs up towards what he think is the wall. But he ends up backing into another person who takes in a sharp breath in what Kris assumes is pain because he’s standing on their toes. “Sorry,” he whispers and turns around to see Adam holding a fist up to his mouth to keep from laughing.
“Shh,” Adam clamps a hand over Kris’ mouth. Kris listens, hearing Danny run by. He can faintly hear the guy’s shout of triumph and Allison’s groan. They both hurry by, Allison grumbling and Danny whistling.
“Come out, come out, wherever you areeee.” Kris has to hold back his laugh from how childish Danny sounds. Adam’s hand clamps tighter around Kris’ mouth and Kris reaches up to hold onto Adam’s wrist.
“He’ll find us if you start laughing,” Adam whispers, lips brushing Kris’ ear and Kris shivers. Kris tugs on Adam’s wrist, a signal to let go, and Adam’s hand drops. Kris smiles in the near darkness of the…closet.
“Why are you in a closet?” Then Kris realizes his choice of words and stutters out a quiet laugh.
“Well, see there’s this thing called being gay. Right? And, up until the time is right, that person is in the cl-“ Kris clamps a hand around Adam’s mouth this time, grinning.
“I meant, you smart ass, why did you hide in a closet?” Kris removes his hand for Adam to answer. Adam grins and Kris finds himself being backed up to the shelves holding extra linens and what not. “Adam, what’re you doing?” he whispers harshly, afraid of being caught.
“Oh come on, Kristopher. Danny wouldn’t think to look in a linen closet. He knows people wouldn’t go for the obvious hide out, not in this type of house. So I think we’re safe. Chill. And in case you forgot, you obviously wanted to hide in here, too seeing as how you walked in and stepped all over my toes.”
Before Kris can respond Adam has him pinned against the shelves. Kris snorts in laughter, his only attempt to hold it together. Lips silence his laughter and he closes his eyes, losing himself in the kiss. He forgets all about the game they’re playing and he tunes out the excited laughter of the girls and the unmanly squeaks from the guys when they get found by Danny.
A few towels fall off the shelves onto the ground when Adam lifts Kris up just a couple of inches. Kris scrambles to get his legs up around Adam’s hips and stifles a moan into Adam’s shoulder when he feels how hard the older singer already is against his inner thigh. “Adam, seriously. What if Gokey finds us? Or worse! Allison?” Kris tries to reason with Adam but Adam’s having none of it as he presses up against Kris. A towel lands on Kris’ head, covering his eyes and shrouding him in more darkness.
“Shut up,” Adam orders quietly and kisses Kris, hard and deep. Kris can’t help the loud moan that slips out. He rolls his hips into Adam’s while one hand travels down the curve of Adam’s shoulder, over his ribs, across his stomach, and coming to a stop at the zipper of those ridiculously tight jeans. Adam’s breath hitches in his throat and Kris smiles triumphantly. He pops the button, yanks on the zipper, and unceremoniously shoves his hand down Adam’s pants. “Fuck, Kris. Didn’t think you had it in you,” Adam gasps out agaisnt Kris’ lips and Kris lets out a laugh.
Kris’ eyes go wide at the sound of footsteps running up the stairs and towards their hiding spot. But it doesn’t stop Adam from attacking Kris’ neck with little nips and bites that are sure to leave a mark. “Adam, someone’s out there. Be quiet,” Kris hisses and pulls his hand out of Adam’s pants but keeps it on his hip. He squeezes tightly at a particularly painful but pleasurable nip behind his ear.
“Hey guys! I think I found someone,” Danny shouts just outside the door. Kris pushes against Adam’s shoulders.
“Adam!” Kris laughs, pushing away from the wall. But the door that’s suppose to catch them opens right as Adam stumbles back, pants still undone, Kris still attached around his neck and hips, and they come tumbling out of the closet in a heap.
“….I found them?” Danny scratches his head, staring at the couple with squinched up eyes and confusion written all over his face.
Kris feels the blush start from the crown of his head where it seeps down until it disappears into the collar of his shirt. Across skin marked with teeth marks and already-blossoming bruises. He buries his face into Adam’s neck, embarassed beyond belief. Adam groans, only in pain this time, and sits up. Kris slides down a bit and he can feel Adam’s deflating hard-on still pressing through his boxers and Kris’ face goes redder if even possible. He covers Adam’s unzipped pants with his hands, turning only slightly to see just who all found them.
Allison is giggling profusely with Lil. Matt’s face is red from trying not to laugh. Danny is obviously trying not to look disgusted along with Michael; they both finally head for the steps shaking their heads. The others burst out in laughter, including Scott even though he can’t see what’s going on.
“Fuck. Did we seriously just fall out of the closet?” Adam whispers in Kris’ ear. Kris nods. “Are my jeans seriously still unzipped?” Kris nods again. “Your hand isn’t still in them is it?” Kris shakes his head ‘no’ and Adam sighs. “Good.”
“Well, you found us. Who’s turn is it?”
***
Later, around nine, when they’ve all settled down for bed, Kris groans and flops on the bed face first. His back is killing him from where Adam shoved him against the shelves and his neck and collarbone are throbbing with bite marks and bruises.
Adam’s no better than Kris. He’s laying on the other side of Kris, shirt off and pants dangling off one foot. Kris can see the red spot still there at the bottom of his spine from they fell out of the closet. Adam hit the floor pretty hard and now he’s feeling it and nursing it with an ice pack.
“You okay?” Kris asks gently, pushing himself up and straddling Adam’s thighs.
“I’m good.” Adam turns, letting Kris fall off, before grabbing him and seating Kris back in his lap, then leans up and presses their lips together. Kris smiles and they both start laughing. “Who know hide-n-seek could be so fucking dangerous?”
Kris falls over in his laughter, not caring that the marks along his neck sting a little when the sheets rub against them. He grabs Adam’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “Well, you’re the one that tried to molest me in the closet and wouldn’t listen to me when I said someone was out there.”
Adam scoffs playfully. “Whatever.”
And that’s how dangerous hide-n-seek is in a mansion full of grown-ups that are really kids at heart.