Throat 1/1
These boys do not belong to me, unfortunately. Nope, not even a little. Here is another 100% not true story about our favourite boys, Kris and Adam. This time its an all in one and shorter than the last - but then no 'parts' to worry about. Hope you enjoy it!
Unbeta'd though so please excuse any minor mistakes.
This was inspired by some truely epic photos of Adam from the AI tour stop in Vancouver, and is dedicated to all the Glitizens who requested it be written. And this very nearly didn't have any sex in it at all but then I thought, oh what the hey.
Rating NC 17 for sex and language
Kris didn't remember quite when it all started. His fascination with Adam's throat. But he did remember when he first consciously noticed it. It was during top 36 week when Adam sang 'Satisfaction'.
Throat
Kris didn't remember quite when it all started. His fascination with Adam's throat. But he did remember when he first consciously noticed it. It was during top 36 week when Adam sang 'Satisfaction'.
Kris liked the original Stones version and had heard his friend rehearsing the number on and off all week. 'Hey', he thought to himself 'that's gonna be good'. On performance night they were all crammed into the small studio, crowded round the dais waiting for the intro to Adam's set to start. The music throbbed. Adam sauntered out, shimmied and started to sing the opening lines, deliberately slowing down the original beat. Confident. Giving the camera and all the viewers back home that slow eye fuck like he just knew, could just read their minds, knew that they wanted it. Kris chuckled to himself. God, he so wished he could do that he thought.
Then the beat picked up and Adam just shook his head back, a slight sneer on his lips, licking his top lip with that amazing well practised gesture, that combination of arousal and anticipation... and Kris's heart just skipped a beat. For a few seconds Adam's head and neck were tilted fully back and Kris just stared at the sweep of Adam's throat. Long and lean, smooth and undulating, his eyes travelling all the way down over the swell of his larynx to where the base of his throat dipped in to that point at his chest. The strong curve of his jaw pointed up to the heavens. The line of his straight nose thrown back in profile. The music carried on and Adam moved and shimmied, broke the spell. Kris shuddered involuntarily, shaking himself like a dog caught out in the rain. Recovering slightly he started whooping and clapping along wildly to the beat. The set ended and Kris felt himself pulled towards Adam, hand banging his friend on the shoulder before the other contestants all swooped in to congratulate him.
Kris caught himself staring at Adam's throat more and more after that. When they were all sitting in the kitchen having breakfast and Adam would be laughing and chatting, his head turned in profile, the line of his neck stretched out to say something teasingly to Ali or Lil. Or when all the house mates were watching TV late into the night, lights dimmed, too wired to sleep. Kris always chose the seat with the best view of Adam's profile. Staring at the smooth slope of Adam's throat as the light from the TV flickered and glowed, throwing the angles and curves into sharp relief.
Once or twice he felt Adam glancing over at him, catching him looking through the half light, and Kris raised his eyes up to meet Adam's piercing blue eyes boring down into him, felt the heat of a blush creep over his skin and quickly glanced away.
Performance night was always his favourite night for indulging in his new guilty pastime. Kris was always nervous on performance night. Sometimes his palms sweated so much before he was due on stage that he took to keeping a small towel on the scaffold in the wings to wipe them down periodically. Yet he never missed one of Adam's performances. They were encouraged to watch from the Green Room but Kris always snuck to the side of the stage when Adam was due on. It calmed him to watch Adam perform live he told himself.
Yet as soon as Adam started his set Kris would be waiting for the moment when Adam would flick his head back to expose that long expanse of taut tanned skin. He liked watching Adam on the big screen monitor best, when the camera zoomed into a head shot so that Kris got a ten foot high view of Adams smooth sweeping throat whenever he turned his head or flicked his hair back out of his eyes. Ring of Fire was one of Kris's favourite performances. As Adam ended the set with bang he threw his head back all the way, his strong jaw clenching, stretching and elongating his throat and throwing his larynx and the chords of his neck into ecstatic relief. Kris kept the memory of that night with him for a very long time.
But riding back from studio rehearsals late at night in the car that ferried them home to the mansion were definitely the quiet highlights of Kris's week. Crammed in together the back of the SVU, Kris tried as often as possible to sit next to Adam. They were always exhausted after long sessions, everyone sleepy and lolling in the car. Adam had a habit of tilting his head back to rest it against the back of the seat, eyes closed, gently resting there.
Because of his height Adam was able to lean his head right back over the top of the smooth curved leather seats and Kris could indulge freely in his guilty pleasure, gazing up at Adams long neck stretched back, throat exposed, from inches away, safe in the knowledge that Adam could not see him through closed lids. Kris could see the tan freckled skin of Adam's throat so close he could almost taste it. Follow the line of his strong jaw as it dipped around the bone. Almost taste the salt from sweating in the studio all day. Taste the tang of make up and the musk of the perfume that Adam always wore. He could almost feel the texture of Adam's skin on his tongue, the tiny gentle ridges and angles along the sides of Adam's neck against his lips.
Kris licked his dry mouth nervously. He know he shouldn't be doing this. He knew he was letting it go too far now. It had been several weeks and only getting more intense. But he just couldn't stop. Any chance he got. While Adam was having his make up done at the studio, eyes closed, head leaning far back against the headrest. Or while eating his salad at lunch, carefully choosing the next bite to put between his lips, there Kris's eyes went, searching for his favourite fix of the day. He sometimes felt Adam knew what he was doing, felt Adam's eyes flick over him for a brief second. Kris would immediately lower his gaze, only to find it creeping back up a few minutes later.
It was after top 7 night and so many had already gone now, Michael and Megan, Alexis, Jasmine, Jorge and Scott. There was a lot more space in the car now and although it was more obvious, more risky, Kris still sidled up as close to Adam as he could get, slowly inching his gaze up to Adam's throat as he lolled his head back in his favourite position. Suddenly Adam's eyes flicked open and he jerked his head down and around to stare into his friends eyes. Kris was locked in, could not look away.
“What are you doing Kris?” hissed Adam quietly, so the others in the car would not hear as they murmured low between themselves about their day, their song choices.
“Wha What?” Kris stumbled back. “I er I, n nothing” he stammered.
“Well I think it is something Kris” Adam muttered back, eyes flicking up to see if the others in the car were watching them. Matt and Danny were engrossed in something or other, Ali nodding gently half asleep in Lil's arms besides them while she chatted to Anoop quietly.
“You've been doing this for weeks Kris - staring at me when you think I'm not looking. What's going on?”
“No, nothing. I, I'm just tired, My eyes are tired that's all” Kris fumbled in reply.
Adam glanced over at Matt and Danny again and let his eyes drop, flopping back into the soft leather of the seat, chin down this time. “Hmmm...” is all he said in reply.
Kris and Adam had been sharing a room since they arrived at the mansion, and Kris had got used to the luxury of being able to fill his eyes with Adam whenever he wanted to. Adam coming out of the shower, towelling his shock of black hair dry, leaning forwards then flicking his head right back so that his neck would stretch taut and the chords of this neck jut out. Trying to find an excuse to come into the bathroom when Adam was putting on his make up on was the best one. Kris loved to watch surreptitiously as Adam leaned forward over the sink and into the mirror to khol his eyes, his jaw jutting prominently forward, the sleek smooth line of Adam's throat and neck stretched to perfection. Once Adam caught his eyes in the mirror and just stopped what he was doing in mid stroke, black pencil poised, eyeing him back through the glass. Kris looked down at his feet and shuffled the tile with one toe.
“I'll be done in a minute Kris, if you need to use the bathroom...”
“Yeah, OK. Fine” mumbled Kris as he took his cue to slink back into their bedroom.
By now there were a lot less people in the house and one evening Adam had a suggestion that made Kris's heart sink.
“You know, it makes sense for me to move to another room now Kris. There's lots more space and we don't need to share any more.”
“Wh what?” Kris whipped round sharply “You're gonna move out?” he blurted before he could stop himself. Adam gave him a surprised sharp glance, raising one eyebrow, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.
“Well, I thought you might prefer your own space, less of my junk lying around and all” chuckled Adam back at him, waving a hand at the piles of clothes and shoes and boots and belts crammed along the walls and hanging over every spare surface. “I don't have to go too far, the room next door is free and I don't particularly want to move upstairs and share a bathroom with Danny or Matt anyway”.
“Oh, I see” Kris was slightly relieved. It wasn't ideal but at least they would still be sharing the bathroom. Still be near enough to wander in and out of each others rooms. Still be near enough for Kris to indulge in his favourite pass time of gazing at Adam, gazing at Adams throat, free from the confines of collars and shirts and jackets, almost as much as before.
“OK, I'll do it now then. No time like the present!” said Adam cheerfully.
Several nights later they were in the TV room again, watching some film about animals in the wild that Kris only caught snatches of. There were just five of them left now, six if you included Ali's Mom. Lil and Anoop had gone the week before and the house definitely seemed a lot quieter now, especially without Lil clucking around organising them. Ali was tucked up against Adam's side, her feet curled under his long legs on the sofa, her mother in the chair nodding gently by her side. Matt and Danny were playing billiards in the other room, the soft click and thud of wood on resin audible just above the TV. Kris was in his favourite position, sitting in the armchair to the other side of Adam, watching the light from the TV blare and graze along Adam's profile. Adam swallowed gently and Kris watched as the movement rippled down his throat.
Then, slowly slowly so as not to disturb the two half awake women in the room, Adam turned his head smoothly towards Kris, levelling his gaze into Kris's eyes. The dark haired singer held his gaze for what seemed a very long time, eyes wide and black in the low glow of the room, staring into Kris.
Kris swallowed hard, returning the steady gaze, not able to look away. Staring right back with wide eyes. “What are you doing Kris?” Adam finally mouthed, forming the question without making a sound. Kris shuddered, just like he had way back on top 36 night, unable to stop the spasm from rocking his body visibly. Adam just continued to stare at him, but his chin tipped up slightly almost in recognition of something. Kris could not read the expression on his face in the dark. Finally breaking his gaze after what seemed like hours, Adam turn back towards the TV and the now sleeping form of Ali on his lap.
Kris is watching Adam perform on stage. It kind of feels like its in slow motion. He's watching the curve of Adam's neck and jaw magnified on the giant screen behind him. Following the line of his throat as it stretches and dips to his chest. As the band move into the break and Adam waits for his next cue, he turns he head slowly and directly mouths at Kris in ten foot high close up “What are you doing Kris?”
Kris woke with a start. He'd had that dream again. The room is dark. Only the soft glow from the city lights below seeping in between the crack in the curtains. Fumbling for the clock he groans, 3.30am. He flops his head back against his hot pillow and pulls an arm over his eyes, panting slightly. His forehead feels slick with sweat, his mouth parched, tongue catching roughly against his teeth. He needs water. He groans again, moving the covers back slightly to swing his feet over onto the cool tiles on the floor. Padding quietly into the bathroom Kris fumbles for the tap, not wanting to turn on the light in case it wakes Adam in the next room, sleeping just the other side of the door. He takes long slow gulps of the cool water, feeling it seep down to his belly, as his eyes slowly accustom to the soft darkness around him.
He sees all Adam's products lined up along the counter and shelves. Row after row of shampoos and creams and make up. He picks one up, a squat white heavy jar, and unscrews the lid. It gives off a faint pleasant scent of something that Kris can't quite place. He dips a finger into the jar and spreads a smear of the cream against the back of his hand. It feels soft against his skin. He wonders what Adam's skin feels like, whether it smells like this. He catches his own reflection in the mirror above the sink and looks up at himself pityingly. Now he knows he's got it bad. Turning to go back to his room he sees that Adam's door is slightly ajar. He hadn't noticed that before, but his eyes are used to the dark now. Shuffling over the cool tiles he looks through and catches a glimpse of Adam, lying straight out flat on his back, arms spread wide, head thrown back. Like Jesus Christ Super Star he thinks ruefully. He pushed the door and pads into the room a little way to get a better view. Adam doesn't stir, his breath is low and even. Kris walks in a few more steps.
The moon and street lights outside glow across Adams sleeping form. His face is in profile, head back, chin tipped up, lean curved jaw, nose aligned, forehead smooth and relaxed, dark hair tufted against the white pillow. Kris takes a little gasp. Adam's bed covers are just above his waist and Kris can see the full expanse of his beautiful neck and throat, stretched taut and sweeping down from the curve of his jaw in the half light, to his softly rising chest. Kris is mesmerised, gazing intently now as he moves closer, only a foot away from the bed, staring at Adam's throat as it dips down to dent into his collar bones at the base of his neck, wide and smooth and pale. He runs his tongue over his lips, pulling the skin of his upper lip into his mouth absently.
Kris is so intent, transfixed, gazing at Adam that he doesn't hear him stir slightly, doesn't see Adam's eyes flutter open, doesn't move his eyes away from Adam neck and throat until he hears a low sleepy chuckle and that familiar soft voice saying “What are you doing Kris? Watching me sleep now eh?” Kris snaps back out of his trance with a start. His heart is beating heavy in his chest but he can't move, can't utter a sound , can't take his eyes from Adam.
Adam stirs, breaks the spell slightly, shifts round to push himself up on his elbow. “What do you want Kris?” Adam's voice is low and soft, soothing, calm, no tone or inflection. Just lulling, warm. His eyes are soft with sleep, wide and round in the dark, his face relaxed, gentle. Not accusing, just asking. He is drawing Kris's response out of him, soothing it out of him.
“I, I just want to...” Kris pauses, but Adam doesn't make a move, just calmly looks up at him from the bed, eyes soft and dark. “I just wanted to … to touch...”
Adam slowly unfolds his arm from the bed and holds out his hand loose and relaxed.
“Come here Kris” he whispers softly.
Kris obeys, leaning down into the space on the bed besides Adam. Kris doesn't take his eyes from Adam's face and slowly, finally, brings his whole hand up to rest it there, along the curve of Adam's neck, against Adam's throat, feeling the pulse beat through his warm skin. Slowly he strokes his fingers up Adams neck to his clean shaven jaw and down again with the back of his hand, to dip his fingers in the shallow pool where Adam's neck meets his shoulder. Running his thumb over the wide curve of his larynx, he feels the soft thin skin of Adam's throat through his strong fingers.
“I love this... your neck... your throat...” whispers Kris softly, leaning in to kiss against the pulse ticking in Adam's neck, gently at first, then more insistent as Adam throws his head back exposing more and more to Kris's hungry mouth, Kris nipping at soft skin, licking and sucking over the bites. Wanting more.
Finally Adam breaks away with a small gasp, eyes shining in the half glow.
“Kris honey, there are other things I can do with my throat you know” Adam murmurs with a slight hitch in this voice. “Here, let me show you....”
Moving slowly, purposefully, Adam inches his body down over Kris's now insistent erection, pressing the palms of his hands firmly against his twitching thighs, and slowly envelops his cock in soft wet velvet. First lapping and teasing with his tongue, Adam then starts to swallow and suck Kris all the way down into his throat, hollowing his cheeks and burying his face into the skin of his groin with every slow insistent thrust, soft moans escaping from his taut lips.
Kris rolls and gasps sharply as Adam's throat constricts around his cock sucking him even deeper, moving up and down with increasing speed. 'A Adam...yes..thats.. ah...ahhh...' Strong hands are cupping his ass, pushing him in and out of that perfect mouth. White lights begin to pop behind his eyes. Kris feels his orgasm coiling up in his groin, building up from his thighs and the base of his spine, intense waves of pleasure rolling over his body, building and building as Adam is taking him right down, fucking his cock back down into his throat. Kris can feel it now, lurching lurching up, falling out of him, thrusting out of him as he flails back against the bed, hips writhing in an agonising groan '....Adammm!'.
Oh... oh god....so this is what Adam's throat is for...
End of story