a continuation of sorts...
Title: Magic In the Moonlight
Author: me
Rating: R
Disclaimer: i own nothing
Author's Note: this is sorta kinda in a way a continuation of Tequila ( http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/264007.html#cutid1) but not so much that you HAVE to read tequila to get this one. ya know? not as sexy and hot as tequila but there's a little something something. :)
Kris can’t believe he’s standing by the pool, in nothing but his swimming trunks, towels draped over his arm. It may be the middle of April but it’s still a little chilly outside, even at midnight. The moonlight reflecting off the pool’s surface is just right, giving him enough of a glow to see his surroundings. He can see the depth of the water, the darkness, and once again he questions his sanity.
But who’s sane when they know Adam Lambert?
This was Adam’s idea, of course. A midnight swim while the other’s are sleeping peacefully. More tequila. More drinking and probably a little pool lovin’. Kris can’t help but smile at the thought. All because of Adam, he’s out here almost-naked, holding a bottle of tequila, and getting ready to go for a swim in the middle of the night. But he can’t help it. One look from those blue eyes and Kris is stumbling over things just to do something for Adam. He’s such a sucker.
A flashlight beam hits Kris in the face and he blinks rapidly. Adam appears with a bright smile on his face. Kris’ eyes travel over his body, taking his time to admire every single freckle, every single curve of Adam’s body that he can see. He licks his lips, letting the towels drop to the ground. He’s vaguely aware of the cold bottle of alcohol in his hand and it’s making his fingertips go a little numb and tingly at the same time.
“Remind me why we’re out here in the middle of the night?” Kris asks, a grin spreading across his face. Adam rolls his eyes, backs up, and before Kris can even think to say something about how they’re going to wake the others, Adam gets a running start towards the pool. He jumps in, making a loud splash when he hits the water. A few big drops hit Kris and he shakes his head, amusement and a scowl battling on his face; amusement wins.
Adam’s head pops up from underneath the water and he smiles at Kris, eyes twinkling with mischief. Kris takes a step back, worried for his and Adam’s sanity at the moment. “To have fun!” Adam reminds him and Kris sighs.
He sets the alcohol by the ladder leading into the deep end, takes a few steps back, says, “We’re insane,” then runs and jumps into the pool while plugging his nose. When he surfaces he sees Adam floating underneath the diving board. “What’re you doing over there?” Kris asks and starts to swim over to him.
“Didn’t want a mouthful of water. Duh,” Adam replies and Kris mock glares.
He sighs, flipping to his back so he can float and look at the stars. He just floats, letting the water lap around his ears, lets the sounds of night drown out around him. The stars are pretty, the first he’s really seen since they’ve been in the Idol mansion, and he can’t help but to smile at the sight. Back in Conway he could see the stars every night. Here, in California, one would be lucky to even get a glimpse past all the lights of the city.
He’s thoroughly enjoying his floating time. That is, until a pair of arms wrap around his waist and he’s being thrown over Adam’s shoulder, hair trailing in the water, and he’s got a good view of Adam’s back and ass, which he could really enjoy, then he’s being sat on the edge of the pool. Oh, he thinks cheerfully when he realizes just what Adam has in mind.
Adam reaches around Kris and grabs the bottle of tequila. Kris laughs, the other night flashing through his mind. They stayed up until at least three in the morning taking shots and getting so drunk that when they finally woke around ten Kris could barely remember the embarassing stories they told each other. So he figures it’s only fair that they get drunk again when they’re about to possibly have sex in the pool. Somebody could easily wake up and look out their window, although they probably wouldn’t really know it’s those two seeing as how it’s pretty dark.
“Adam, what if someone comes out here?” Kris worries his bottom lip between his teeth while Adam just shrugs and pops the top off the bottle before taking a drink.
“Oh fuck it. They’ll be enjoying a good show,” Adam smirks and sets the bottle down. Kris leans down, grasping Adam’s cheeks in his hands, and kisses him slow and deep, tasting the alcohol on Adam’s lips and tongue. He moans low in his throat and Adam suddenly has Kris’ trunks in his fingers and he’s yanking on them to get them off. Kris reluctantly pulls out of the kiss to lift his hips off the cement so Adam can pull his shorts off all the way.
Kris sighs happily at the feeling of freedom and the way the cool air hits his half-hard cock. He shivers slightly, eyes closing, and a moan escaping. Adam’s hands come to rest out the outside of Kris’ thighs, fingernails digging in a little, and Kris tenses up at the tiny pinpricks of feeling. He nearly falls into the pool as Adam licks a hot stripe along his length and his hips jerk and he bows forward. Adam laughs into his belly, breath warm and familiar. Kris sits back on his hands, pushing up against Adam’s mouth. Adam lets out a chuckle, “Why so impatient?”
Kris makes a noise of protest as Adam floats back some. “Where you going?” he asks in a whine that he won’t admit to later.
“Chill, Kristopher.”
Adam grins up at Kris and Kris glares. But that glare is wiped off his face as Adam takes Kris all the way in, sucking in along the way. Kris feels his entire body flush as all blood rushes to his groin and he arches into the expert mouth, gasping for air. His back hits the concrete when the head of his cock presses into Adam’s throat. “Fuck,” he breathes. He seeks some kind of purchase but his scrabbling fingers come up empty and he idly thinks that they’ll end up scratched, maybe, but he doesn’t really care. Adam slides his lips back, slowly, the tip of his tongue dragging along to double the sensation. A choked moan slips between Kris’ lips as he pushes himself up and cards a hand through Adam’s wet hair. Adam makes to move off but Kris keeps the other singer planted firmly there, not letting him back off at all. “Don’t you dare move,” he orders with half-lidded eyes and short breaths.
Adam laughs and the vibrations shoot up Kris’ cock, all the way up his spine, leaving chills in its wake. Kris grips Adam’s hair, a slight pressure, and he glances down through his lashes in time to see Adam, cheeks hollowed, working the head like a fucking lollipop. Kris moans from somewhere deep down and grips the edge of the pool with one hand. He’s barely aware of the fact that Adam’s wiggling around underneath the water and it doesn’t register that Adam wants, too, until he sees through bleary eyes Adam shove a hand down his own trunks. A laugh forces it’s way out of his dry mouth and he buries his nose in Adam’s hair, next to his own hand that’s still gripping tightly.
“Fuck, Adam,” he groans and Adam takes him all the way in again, digging his fingertips into Kris’ thigh. Kris knows there will be marks there in the morning when they finally decide to drag themselves out of bed. He just can’t really find it in himself to give a shit.
The pressure builds in his system, boils underneath his skin, has him whimpering when Adam drags his teeth lightly down Kris’ painfully hard cock. It’s close and he knows it and he revels in it, yet he doesn’t want the sensations to end. There’s practically an ocean roaring in his ears and his own voice sounds far away and Adam is pretty much vibrating with energy, only upping the pleasure a few notches.
And then he can’t utter another word as he finally tips over the edge, coming hard down Adam’s throat until he’s seeing stars behind his eyes. Adam moans around him and Kris knows he just finished, too.
“You do realize,” Kris starts then stops to take a breath, “you just came in the pool?”
Adam laughs and lays his head atop Kris’ thigh, hand still gripping there tightly. “The pool cleaners are coming while we’re gone. It’s looking a little green in here anyway.” Kris sighs and reaches for his trunks. He peels Adam’s hand off his thigh before slipping down in the water with him and fumbling to put his trunks back on while maintaing a floating position and not going under at the same time.
“Dude, you’re floating in it,” Adam points out and Kris nearly freaks trying to move out of the way. Kris’ nose scrunches up at the thought but he shakes his head and swims back to the side, this time making a wide berth around the spot they were just had their fun in, and grabs the bottle of tequila. He pushes off from the side of the wall feeling boneless and satisfied. He stares at the bottle, wondering how he’s going to drink it upside down, and he starts to think that getting a blowjob in the middle of the night wasn’t such a good idea. His brain already feels like mush from a long day and now being out so late. But a good orgasm just made it worse.
“Nuh-uh, buddy. You’re not drinking this while floating in the pool. That’s all the world needs, is for you to drown from trying to drink tequila while floating on your back at the same time. Come on.” Adam takes the bottle from him and Kris feels a hand on his shoulder and one on his hip, then they’re pushing him through to the water to the steps of the shallow end. When he bumps into the silver bar splitting the steps, he opens his eyes. Adam’s towering over him and Kris thinks for a second that Adam’s going to pick him up and set Kris on the steps himself.
Kris doesn’t want to entertain the idea of being picked up bridal style so he stops floating and sits on the bottom step, the water stopping at his throat. Adam smiles and sits next to him. With grabby fingers Kris holds his hand out for the alcohol. “Please?” Adam rolls his eyes and hands the bottle over. Kris pops the top, takes a long drink, and for once doesn’t mind the burning sensation as it slides down his throat.
“We should do that again. It was fun,” Kris comments and takes another drink. Adam pulls it out of his hands and Kris pouts.
“We have to get up at eight-thirty to get ready for rehearsals. Don’t you want to be coherent?” Adam raises an eyebrow, setting the bottle out of Kris’ reach.
“But you’re the one that suggested we come out for a swim in the middle of the night,” Kris laughs and shoves Adam’s knee.
“Come on, tequila boy.” Adam pats Kris’ knee and starts to get up. Kris stands up with him, legs a little shaky, but he steps out of the pool anyway. Adam is already making his way towards the house and Kris doesn’t want to go inside; not just yet.
Kris reaches out, fingers wrapping around Adam’s wrist, says “Wait,” and tugs Adam back to him. He wraps his arms around Adam’s torso, buries his face into the barely-wet skin of Adam’s neck, inhales and exhales like he can’t get enough. “Let’s just stay out here for a little while. Look at the stars,” Kris suggests, murmuring against Adam’s skin.
“Fine. But if you start going all girly and romantic on me I just might have to drown you in the pool,” Adam jokes as he lets Kris lead him to the chaise lounge chairs lined up along the edge of the concrete.
Kris plants himself in one and Adam scoots another one close to Kris’. Kris lays back, arms draped over the arm rests, fingertips barely brushing the grass. Frogs start to croak somewhere in the distance but he doesn’t really pay attention at all. He sighs as he stares up at the dark sky where the stars are twinkling and he can feel Adam’s hand brushing against his.
It only takes an instant. But in that one brief touch something-he’s not entirely sure what-tingles through his fingertips, flares in his chest, settles in his heart, and permanently attaches to his soul. His heart beats a little faster and Adam sighs next to him.
“You’re thinking over there,” Adam comments lazily. Kris smiles to himself, to the stars, before staring over at Adam. His hair is plastered to his forehead and what little eyeliner that survived the washcloth is spread in the corner of his eyes and a sparkle clings to the color. “What about?”
Kris chuckles, shakes his head, and goes back to watching the stars. A finger nudges its way around his pinky and holds on. He smiles when Adam squeezes just barely, nothing more than a slight pressure of “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere,” and Kris feels that something cling a little tighter to his soul.
He really should question his sanity more often.