The numbers become less important than your touches; KRADAM
Title: The numbers become less important than your touches
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kradam
Word Count: 966
Disclaimer: Both Adam and Kris belong to themselves [and eachother, but what else is new].
Summary: He licks into Kris’ mouth until Kris lets him in, and when Adam holds Kris’ face in both of his hands (ten fingers, a million lines in the palm of his hand), it feels so right, he can’t help but let out a tiny moan.
Author's Note: Found the prompt here; the prompt was Adam Lambert/Kris Allen. Adam gives Kris a blowjob - their first sexual experience together.
Dedicating this little piece of fiction to equus07 because without her, I never would've found that prompt. THANK YOU, DOLL. Comments make me happy! ♥
The numbers become less important than your touches
Kris likes numbers and counting. It’s been twenty-seven days, fourteen hours and forty-three minutes since the first time he’s met Adam.
So far, Adam has given him fifty-one smiles along with almost thirty-four half-smiles, plus three frowns. It’s nice how it’s been only three frowns for Kris, but already over twenty for Gokey, and somehow, Kris can’t help but feel special.
Adam’s touched his shoulder, his upper arm and his neck forty-seven times, has bumped his fist with Kris fourteen times, and he’s touched Kris’ lower back twenty-three times-and every time he did it, Kris shivered before a flush rose on his neck and cheeks.
It’s exactly 8:43pm when Adam walks into their bedroom and quietly closes the bedroom door behind him.
Kris is sitting on the edge of his bed, the guitar in his lap, just playing random little tunes, when Adam kneels down in front of him, puts the guitar aside and kisses him.
He licks into Kris’ mouth until Kris lets him in, and when Adam holds Kris’ face in both of his hands (ten fingers, a million lines in the palm of his hand), it feels so right, he can’t help but let out a tiny moan.
It feels like that was all Adam had needed, because now he’s slightly tilting Kris’ head and nibbling and sucking on his jaw-line, does it just right. Before either of them knows it, Kris is slipping off the bed and into Adam’s lap, tilting his head back to give Adam full access to his throat.
One of Adam’s hands slips to Kris’ hip, stroking the younger man’s hip with his thumb while the other remained on Kris’ face, tilting it for better access to his lips.
It takes Adam seven licks from Kris’ collarbone to his lips, and then Adam’s kissing Kris again, and it feels amazing.
Adam’s working his hands beneath Kris shirt, before resting one hand on Kris’ lower back (twentyfour, Kris notes) and using the other one to push up Kris’ shirt.
As Adam’s rubbing little circles over Kris’ skin, he mumbles against his collarbone, “You gotta tell me… gotta tell if you want me to stop, Kris… gotta tell me.”
Kris knows he probably should do just do that, but when Adam bites at his collarbone, his hips grind down (one) and he knows he won’t ever say no to Adam.
Adam moans low, ending in a little “ah!”, and Kris grinds down again (two).
He’s a little taken off guard when Adam grabs him by the hips, pushing him up onto the bed again, and a little squeak escapes him when he lands on his butt. Adam manhandles him around until Kris is sitting on the edge of the bed, his ass barely resting on it anymore.
“C’mon, let me…” Adam’s fingers curl around the waistband of Kris’ briefs, pulling them down inch by inch. All the while, Kris’ hands rest atop Adam’s, his fingernails lightly grazing the older man’s skin.
When Kris’ briefs are pushed down to the middle of his thighs, Adam sits back on the haunches of his feet, looking up at Kris.
One second. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Ten seconds pass before Adam opens his mouth. “Your last chance to make me stop, Allen. Say the word and I’ll let you get dressed, and you can go to bed, fall asleep and pretend nothing ever happened. Just say the-“
Before he has a chance to finish, Kris has leant forward, kissing Adam. His nose is lightly pressed against Adam’s cheek, and he can’t help but smile, but that all quickly changes into a moan when the head of his dick rubs against his t-shirt, and he rocks forward.
“Want you.” He purrs in his best seductive voice, and he can’t suck all that much at it, because Adam slips to his knees, pressing Kris’ legs apart with his shoulders.
His eyes are locked with Kris’, and when he leans forward to touch the head of Kris’ cock with his tongue, Kris cries out, his hips pumping up.
Adam lets out a chuckle before resting one hand on Kris’ stomach, pushing him back lightly. “Hey, easy there. We got time.” He presses a tender kiss to Kris’ thigh before dipping his index finger into Kris’ belly button.
The younger man giggles breathlessly, his head dropping back when Adam laps at his dick. His hips roll in time with Adam’s licks (one, ah, two, ah, three, ah) and he’s quietly murmuring encouragements-not that Adam needed them, but Kris feels good about it.
He extends his hand, resting it on Adam’s shoulder before slipping it beneath his shirt, raking his short fingernails over Adam’s shoulder blade. Adam purrs quietly, arching up into Kris’ touch, just to grin widely at Kris when the younger man groans at the vibrations of Adam’s throat on his dick.
The older man sucks on the head of Kris’ cock, lapping up the pre-come that’s slowly dribbling out of the slit.
It’s not long before Kris is throwing his head back as he’s coming, fully exposing his throat, moaning Adam’s name.
Three minutes, forty-seven se-fuck this!, Kris thinks.
“Ah, ah-Adam, oh God, oh God, Adam… I think I’m gonna…” He sobs, the rhythm his hips were pumping to no longer existent, and before he even has a chance to warn the guy, he’s coming, his cum spurting down Adam’s throat, who greedily swallows everything.
When Kris pulls Adam into the bed with him, he’s totally lost track of time, but really, he doesn’t care. The only thing he cares about is lying in the bed next to him, one hand lazily curled around Kris’ hipbone, while the other hand is drawing circles on his arm.
the end
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Kradam
Word Count: 966
Disclaimer: Both Adam and Kris belong to themselves [and eachother, but what else is new].
Summary: He licks into Kris’ mouth until Kris lets him in, and when Adam holds Kris’ face in both of his hands (ten fingers, a million lines in the palm of his hand), it feels so right, he can’t help but let out a tiny moan.
Author's Note: Found the prompt here; the prompt was Adam Lambert/Kris Allen. Adam gives Kris a blowjob - their first sexual experience together.
Dedicating this little piece of fiction to equus07 because without her, I never would've found that prompt. THANK YOU, DOLL. Comments make me happy! ♥
The numbers become less important than your touches
Kris likes numbers and counting. It’s been twenty-seven days, fourteen hours and forty-three minutes since the first time he’s met Adam.
So far, Adam has given him fifty-one smiles along with almost thirty-four half-smiles, plus three frowns. It’s nice how it’s been only three frowns for Kris, but already over twenty for Gokey, and somehow, Kris can’t help but feel special.
Adam’s touched his shoulder, his upper arm and his neck forty-seven times, has bumped his fist with Kris fourteen times, and he’s touched Kris’ lower back twenty-three times-and every time he did it, Kris shivered before a flush rose on his neck and cheeks.
It’s exactly 8:43pm when Adam walks into their bedroom and quietly closes the bedroom door behind him.
Kris is sitting on the edge of his bed, the guitar in his lap, just playing random little tunes, when Adam kneels down in front of him, puts the guitar aside and kisses him.
He licks into Kris’ mouth until Kris lets him in, and when Adam holds Kris’ face in both of his hands (ten fingers, a million lines in the palm of his hand), it feels so right, he can’t help but let out a tiny moan.
It feels like that was all Adam had needed, because now he’s slightly tilting Kris’ head and nibbling and sucking on his jaw-line, does it just right. Before either of them knows it, Kris is slipping off the bed and into Adam’s lap, tilting his head back to give Adam full access to his throat.
One of Adam’s hands slips to Kris’ hip, stroking the younger man’s hip with his thumb while the other remained on Kris’ face, tilting it for better access to his lips.
It takes Adam seven licks from Kris’ collarbone to his lips, and then Adam’s kissing Kris again, and it feels amazing.
Adam’s working his hands beneath Kris shirt, before resting one hand on Kris’ lower back (twentyfour, Kris notes) and using the other one to push up Kris’ shirt.
As Adam’s rubbing little circles over Kris’ skin, he mumbles against his collarbone, “You gotta tell me… gotta tell if you want me to stop, Kris… gotta tell me.”
Kris knows he probably should do just do that, but when Adam bites at his collarbone, his hips grind down (one) and he knows he won’t ever say no to Adam.
Adam moans low, ending in a little “ah!”, and Kris grinds down again (two).
He’s a little taken off guard when Adam grabs him by the hips, pushing him up onto the bed again, and a little squeak escapes him when he lands on his butt. Adam manhandles him around until Kris is sitting on the edge of the bed, his ass barely resting on it anymore.
“C’mon, let me…” Adam’s fingers curl around the waistband of Kris’ briefs, pulling them down inch by inch. All the while, Kris’ hands rest atop Adam’s, his fingernails lightly grazing the older man’s skin.
When Kris’ briefs are pushed down to the middle of his thighs, Adam sits back on the haunches of his feet, looking up at Kris.
One second. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten.
Ten seconds pass before Adam opens his mouth. “Your last chance to make me stop, Allen. Say the word and I’ll let you get dressed, and you can go to bed, fall asleep and pretend nothing ever happened. Just say the-“
Before he has a chance to finish, Kris has leant forward, kissing Adam. His nose is lightly pressed against Adam’s cheek, and he can’t help but smile, but that all quickly changes into a moan when the head of his dick rubs against his t-shirt, and he rocks forward.
“Want you.” He purrs in his best seductive voice, and he can’t suck all that much at it, because Adam slips to his knees, pressing Kris’ legs apart with his shoulders.
His eyes are locked with Kris’, and when he leans forward to touch the head of Kris’ cock with his tongue, Kris cries out, his hips pumping up.
Adam lets out a chuckle before resting one hand on Kris’ stomach, pushing him back lightly. “Hey, easy there. We got time.” He presses a tender kiss to Kris’ thigh before dipping his index finger into Kris’ belly button.
The younger man giggles breathlessly, his head dropping back when Adam laps at his dick. His hips roll in time with Adam’s licks (one, ah, two, ah, three, ah) and he’s quietly murmuring encouragements-not that Adam needed them, but Kris feels good about it.
He extends his hand, resting it on Adam’s shoulder before slipping it beneath his shirt, raking his short fingernails over Adam’s shoulder blade. Adam purrs quietly, arching up into Kris’ touch, just to grin widely at Kris when the younger man groans at the vibrations of Adam’s throat on his dick.
The older man sucks on the head of Kris’ cock, lapping up the pre-come that’s slowly dribbling out of the slit.
It’s not long before Kris is throwing his head back as he’s coming, fully exposing his throat, moaning Adam’s name.
Three minutes, forty-seven se-fuck this!, Kris thinks.
“Ah, ah-Adam, oh God, oh God, Adam… I think I’m gonna…” He sobs, the rhythm his hips were pumping to no longer existent, and before he even has a chance to warn the guy, he’s coming, his cum spurting down Adam’s throat, who greedily swallows everything.
When Kris pulls Adam into the bed with him, he’s totally lost track of time, but really, he doesn’t care. The only thing he cares about is lying in the bed next to him, one hand lazily curled around Kris’ hipbone, while the other hand is drawing circles on his arm.
the end