Fic: It's only teasing if you don't mean it

[krissypoo21]

Fic: It's only teasing if you don't mean it.

Fiction: 2000 words.
Rating: NC-17
Tags: Adam & Kris, explicit, adult
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are real people, they own themselves. These situations are all fiction. Etc., etc.
Summary:  Adam calls Kris a tease after the TV guide interview, but Kris has his reasons why he's no tease.

Adam was trying hard not to be, but he was: perturbed and a little confused. They left the studio, heading for the limo. What the hell was Kris doing? He had just warned Kris about the rabid fans, combing the internet for tidbits and suggestive sound bites. They were convinced this was more than a friendship. And Kris goes and gives them exactly what they want - talking about cuddling and man crushes in front of the world!


Every time Adam thinks he’s got this guy out of his head, Kris sneaks himself back in there. Beautiful brown eyes that look at him with such adoration. Perfect - flawless! - skin. Deceptively solid, muscular body. Because he’s a small guy, he looks frail until you see him in one of those tight t-shirts, with his guns on display. The guy has lifted some weights, and it’s obvious as he talks with his hands, muscles doing little jumps. He’s so damn impossible to ignore.

They get in the limo and Kris gives him a quizzical look. “What’s up - you look upset.”

The problem is, Adam can’t stay upset with Kris. He sighs and shakes his head. “You are such a little tease! I try so hard not to look like this gay guy, coming onto this straight, married guy. And you come on to me - and in front of a camera, too. You know those interviews live forever!”

A lopsided grin played at the corners of Kris’s mouth, and he looked away for what felt to Adam like an hour. He was obviously measuring his response.  Finally he turned, locking those eyes on Adam. There’s mischief in those eyes. “I’ve never been called a tease before. But technically, I don’t think that’s what I am.”

Adam raised his eyebrow in a question. “And why not? Trying to justify your behavior, are you?”

“I don’t know about where you come from,” Kris continued, “but in my neck of the woods, you only call a person a tease if they lead you on with no intention of following through.”

Adam swallowed hard. “So, you intend to ‘follow through,’ do you?”

Kris’s smile, his nod, was magical, and his words a total turn on: “Yes, indeed. Every intention. You just never know where, or when. Tour’s about to start - I have some follow-through ideas.”  And despite being in the limo, Kris leaned into Adam, brushing their lips together in the briefest of kisses and whispering “More to come.”

Adam’s head was spinning. So cutie pie Kris, America’s sweetheart, plans to have his way with me!

*********

Adam had never seen such visible upset on Kris’s face. Even angry, he was trying to be nice but Adam knew Kris so well. He was in a heated discussion with one of the AI handlers, and Adam inched up closer to see if he could discover the cause. The guy was apparently sent in to get the hotel room keys handed out for this evening, the first night out on tour. Though the top ten was uneven, with three ladies and seven guys, it came out even once you put Allison’s mom with her and Scott’s brother with him.

Apparently, he and Kris had not been assigned as roommates, and Kris was trying not to look too upset about it - but he was. His body language gave him away. “I don’t get why you’re doing this,” Kris was saying. “We’ve always been roommates.”

The guy just shrugged. “I guess that’s the problem. One of the other guys complained that he didn’t want to get stuck with the same roommate all the time, that it was easier to tolerate sharing space if it didn’t always have to be the same person driving you crazy. So they’re switching it around, changing roommates every week. Live with it.”

Kris grabbed the key and walked away, almost running in to Adam. “I guess you heard that,” he muttered.

Adam nodded. “I heard. So who are we stuck with for this week?”

“I’ve got Anoop, and you’ve got Matt.”

Adam wanted to lighten the mood. “That’s not so bad. They’re both kinda cute.”

Kris shook his head slowly, but his grin was reappearing. “Yeah, but I had plans. Now I’m gonna have to figure out something else.”

“I have confidence in you, Kris.” Adam gave his best suggestive look. “You know how to go after what you want. You’ll figure it out.”

************

The first week of the tour was exciting. The adoring crowds, performing to packed houses every night. Adam almost forgot about Kris’s plans. Almost. He even avoided looking at Kris as much as he could. It was so distracting to find Kris staring him down with lust in his eyes. This guy was getting bold!

They had some good times together with the others, getting to visit some of the sites in Oregon and Washington, going swimming, even horseback riding at one of the resorts where they stayed. Anoop suggested they all try out the tennis courts, too.

Adam had come back quick on that suggestion. “I don’t think Kris can play tennis.”

Kris’s look was quizzical. “Why would you say that?”

“I know a few things about tennis. A tennis stroke requires follow-through,” Adam said, grinning. “I don’t think Kris is so great with follow-through.”

Adam had almost cracked up at Anoop’s confused look, and laughed out loud when Kris huffed, “I am great with follow-through. I am Mr. Follow Through, for your information.”

Anoop shrugged, said “Whatever,” and took off before things got weirder. Adam and Kris laughed harder than they’d laughed for a long time.

Kris glanced around and found they were mostly alone. Stepping face to face with Adam - erasing every inch of “personal space” -he said, “I see a big improvement in my tennis game, coming very soon.”

********

The second week of the tour started. Kris was now rooming with Michael, and Adam had Danny as a roomie. Kris seemed remarkably calm about this, and as the tour moved toward Oakland he became almost giddy. Something was up. Kris couldn’t hide much.

After the Oakland performance, they all moved their stuff into yet another hotel room. Kris had barely left for his room when Adam got a text. “Call me as soon as Danny leaves.”

Adam sent back, “How do you know Danny’s leaving?”

“Just call me, alright?”

Adam barely got the last text when a knock came at the door. “Danny, your ride is here,” someone called and Danny jumped up eagerly, reaching for the doorknob. He paused long enough to say, “Hey, tell your buddy Kris thanks for me, okay?”

Adam didn’t know what was going on. “Thanks for what?”

“For the interview opportunity. Guess he knows somebody at Fox in Oakland. Told them it wasn’t fair that you two got all the interviews, that I’d finished just off the prize and deserved some airtime, too.  It was nice for him to throw me some crumbs, you know?”

Adam didn’t know what that was about, but he had a good idea Kris wasn’t being nice. Kris was being cunning. The little sneak! He knew Danny was leaving because he’d arranged it.

Adam buzzed Kris’s cell. “Tennis anyone?”

Kris chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s my serve.”

********

It felt like forever since Kris’s first made his intentions known. How Adam had longed for this! The hungry look in Kris’s eyes as he walked into the room and turned the security lock made Adam crazy. Adam met him at the midway point of the room and they were locked in the embrace he’d been dreaming of. Kris’s mouth tasted like heaven, and Adam opened up his own mouth to receive Kris’s exploring tongue. He gave a little gasp as Kris’s hands moved down his back and began to lazily stroke his ass, playing with the pockets on his jeans and then pulling him in tight against his own body. He felt those tight jeans become almost painful against his hardening cock and he groaned. “You may have to peel these girl jeans off of me, Kris.”

Kris didn’t say a word, just removed Adam’s shirt and his own, then began to taste the soft flesh at his neck. He nibbled and kissed down to his stomach, then unfastened those jeans and tugged them down, revealing Adam’s erect cock. Kris just murmured as he nuzzled his face in the sensitive places, “I don’t have a clue in hell what I’m doing, but I know what I like so hopefully you’ll like it.”

Adam could hardly speak. “Like it. Ahhhhh. I don’t think like would be a strong enough word.”

Kris continued the soft nuzzling, teasing with his tongue, blowing gently on the sensitive skin before taking Adam’s cock into his mouth. Adam watched as Kris’s eyes closed and he began the gentle sucking, taking a little of him at a time. He felt his knees start to buckle and he willed himself to stand up. Kris must have sensed his shakiness. He stopped long enough to say something Adam didn’t expect. “Let’s take this to Gokey’s bed.”

“Kris,” he said, almost in shock. “You naughty, naughty boy!”

Adam let Kris push him down onto the edge of the bed, kneeling before him as he continued to rock Adam’s world. “Oh, baby, you are fucking awesome,” Adam said breathlessly, feeling the waves of pleasure roll over him as he exploded into Kris’s mouth. He leaned up to watch as Kris swallowed like an expert, eyes closed and looking so damn hot. Adam dropped his head back onto his roommate’s bed, quivering inside.

Kris mumbled, “Scoot up higher, I need some room. Not finished with you yet.”

Adam felt surprisingly strong hands pin him down hard against the mattress, a strong mouth taking his with urgency. Adam could taste his own cum on Kris’s mouth. Adam noticed that Kris was still clothed except for a shirt, and he began to work at Kris’s jeans until he could slide them down off his sweet ass. Kris didn’t even bother to get them off the rest of the way, he was so mad with desire to enter Adam, to have his way with him completely. Adam tried to guide him, to show him how. “Baby, you’ll have to use your fingers first, open me up.” Kris did as he was told, maybe rushing it a bit as he quickly replaced fingers with hard cock.

Adam gasped as Kris entered him - harder than he was used to, a bit of pain.

“Adam,” Kris cried. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Oh, baby, pound me good. It hurts so good.” And the words left him then, as Kris found his trigger and the world seemed to end as Kris filled him full, hips moving against each other, hands gripping hard on his arms, so hard he knew there would be bruises. The pain didn’t matter. Only the ecstasy on Kris’s face mattered. Kris let out something between a moan and cry as he collapsed onto Adam, just laying across him with his jeans around his knees and not even caring that he was neither clothed nor naked. Damn, Adam loved this man. He wrapped his arms around Kris and held on.

They lay this way for a while, speaking sweet things into each other’s ears, stealing more kisses, “cuddling.” Adam finally said what was on his mind: “Is it my turn to serve now?”

Kris just laughed. “You’ll get your turn. But I was just thinking, that TV station is not too far from here. I don’t think you want Gokey to find us in his bed, do you.”

“Hell, no.” Adam laughed. “I can’t think of anything more unpleasant than that. And we’d better try to put this bed back in order and make sure we haven’t got cum all over it.”

“Good idea.”

They set to work, putting themselves and the bed back together. Adam voiced his worries. “When will I get my turn?”

Kris smiled. “As the American Idol winner, I get certain privileged information.” He pretended to go all arrogant. “I found out that they’ve had at least 3 complaints about this switching roommates thing. The other guys say it’s easier to just get used to somebody and stick with it.”

Adam nodded. “So majority rules, eh?”

“Yep - starting next week we are roomies again.”

“Glorious. I’m liking this tour thing better all the time.”