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[elizabethfaye09]

title: glamour and glitz
author: me
rating: nc-17
disclaimer: i own none of this
warnings: public sex, a little schmoop at the end
summary: adam drags kris out to a club and kris gets better than a good time.
author's notes: don't worry i haven't abandoned "sandbox". my mind has been on one fucking track these past few days and that's sex (you can see my rants about it in my lj, one of them even has adam and cassidy pictures haha) and this was a way for me to get some of that out. and cuz i haven't written a porny one-shot in a whileeee. this is some random tour stop. idk the schedule or nothing like that so don't worry about timeline and junk. enjoy! :) feedback is greatly appreciated. oh and if this stupid lj cut does that thing agian where it posts more than one cut, then just click on teh first one. idk why lj hates me so much :(

The club is packed, full of rowdy people dancing on table tops and drinking alcohol they probably don’t know the name of. The music is pounding, the bass making the floor shake with the vibrations. It smells like sex, alcohol, and sweat. Not the prettiest combination in Kris’ book.

“Why did you have to bring me here?” Kris shouts over the music. He grips Adam’s wrist tighter, hoping that by doing so he won’t get lost in the push and pull of the crowd as Adam leads the way to the bar.

Adam doesn’t answer. So Kris opts to sigh and pout, and watches Adam’s glittery, sparkly form walk ahead of him. When Kris agreed to go out tonight he didn’t think it would be one of those places that Adam got all glammed up for. In all honesty, Kris was looking forward to going to maybe a secluded restaurant or a smaller bar with less people and quieter spaces. But Adam had insisted, even pulling the pouty lower lip and the big round eyes. Kris grumbled but let himself be dragged here anyway.

Kris sighs gratefully when Adam sits him at the bar and takes another seat next to him. Adam grins and doesn’t even have to look at the bartender to order: just a hand raised and the bartender is falling all over himself to get two drinks ready. Kris rolls his eyes even though a smile is tugging at the corners of his mouth. In only a few seconds two drinks are being set in front of them.

“What is this?” Kris asks loudly even though he doesn’t think Adam hears him very well. Adam looks confused and leans closer. Kris repeats himself a little louder and Adam laughs.

“Grey Goose,” he replies before taking a sip of his and then grabbing Kris’ hand. Kris holds onto his drink so it doesn’t go crashing to the ground when Adam drags him off the barstool.

Kris doesn’t even try to know where Adam is taking him. He follows along behind, mingling with Adam whenever Adam stops to talk to a fellow friend or just to dance a little. Kris laughs and breaks away from Adam, letting Adam go have his own fun. Adam barely even notices so Kris keeps going in the direction Adam had originally wanted to go. Eventually he finds himself at staircase that leads to the more private alcoves.

Once he’s up there Kris doesn’t really know where to go. Most of the alcoves are taken and he doesn’t want to get embarrassed by looking for an empty one. All he needs is to pull open a curtain on people having sex. That would be just his luck. Deciding that sitting is a better option, he heads for the small lounge area near the back. The couches are comfy when he sits and he finds himself starting to relax.

As he sips at his drink he takes a look around, listens to the music. The bass isn’t quite as pounding up here and the sound doesn’t completely reach him. He likes it. He settles into the cushions and downs the rest of his drink then sets the glass on the table next to the couch. With a sigh he leans his head back and lets the music drop-out, become background noise, as he closes his eyes and relaxes.

Kris doesn’t know how long he sits there but what seems like hours later the couch is sinking next to him. He smiles, already knowing who it is. He cracks an eye open to see Adam grinning, eyes a little unfocused but not entirely so. He leans over and leaves a sloppy kiss on Kris cheek, then lets his lips travel to Kris’ ear. “What’cha doing?” Adam slurs out.

Smirking, Kris pulls away and shakes his head. “Are you drunk?”

Adam blinks and breaks out into a fit of giggles. “I’ve only had four,” he says and holds up five fingers.

“You sure about that?” Kris pats his cheek but before he can pull it away Adam grabs his wrist and kisses Kris’ wrist, right above his pulse. Kris swallows: he’s not about to get into this in a public place. That’s totally not his style nor his scene.

Yet he doesn’t find himself stopping Adam from suddenly leaning back over and licking a hot stripe from jugular to earlobe. Kris shudders and brings his shoulder up, trying to fend off the shiver, but Adam already has his tongue tracing the outline of Kris’ ear and Kris can’t help it if he moans out loud. It’s not like there’s anyone else up here to notice unless the people in the alcoves decide they don’t like the privacy anymore.

Then there’s hand at Kris’ crotch and his eyes widen at Adam who’s the one smirking now and Kris want to just…no he doesn’t want to do anything about it because Adam is squeezing only slightly and it’s driving Kris mad with need. His jeans are getting tighter by the second and he feels like a teenager all over again; he hasn’t gotten this aroused this fast since the first time he and Katy had sex in the backseat of his car at senior prom. He likes it anyway and does a shallow thrust into Adam’s palm, wanting more friction, more something.

Adam is laughing and Kris glares because it’s not funny that he’s this hard in a public setting and Adam is only egging it on by keeping his hand there. But Adam is removing his hand, now, and he’s shifting on the couch, holding that hand out for Kris. Kris takes it, too eager for some kind of attention to his cock that isn’t just a light touch over jeans. Adam pulls Kris to his lap, alcohol still in the other hand, and Kris grins.

“What’re we doing?” Kris questions and Adam doesn’t answer him. Instead he slides a hand around to the back of Kris’ neck and Kris is being kissed in a second flat. It’s all pressure and probing tongues as Kris better settles himself in Adam’s lap, groins almost completely pressed against one another. He moans into the kiss and allows Adam to probe deeper with his tongue. Adam thrusts up into Kris’ bulging jeans and the kiss breaks. “Adam, someone could see us.”

“Kris, does it really look like anyone else is up here?” Adam grins like the cat that caught the canary and Kris wants to kiss it off his face. Kris looks over his shoulder anyway and people really aren’t milling about up and the down steps; the only people up here are the ones in the alcoves. “Those people are busy,” Adam says like he read Kris’ mind.

“But, Adam. What if a security camera catches us? Or a fan suddenly decides to wander up here and they recognize us?” Kris worries and his eyes flick around the semi-darkened space for cameras.

“This place doesn’t have cameras up here,” Adam says matter-of-factly and takes a long drink of his Grey Goose.

Kris, puzzled, cocks his head to the side, momentarily forgetting about the straining erection in his jeans. “How do you know?” he asks. He takes Adam’s drink and takes a sip much to Adam’s protests.

“Like I said at the hotel, this is one of my regular places,” Adam responds simply and makes grabby fingers for his drink. Kris realizes that Adam doesn’t seem so drunk anymore and wonders if that was all a ploy to get Kris to bend to his will or if Adam really can hold his alcohol that well. He sets the drink aside, out of Adam’s reach.

Kris feels the blush creep down his face and across his chest. He doesn’t want to imagine Adam with another guy, probably in a similar position, doing naughty things in public. He can’t help the surge of jealousy, despite the blushing, that makes his nostrils flare. Adam snickers and brings him down for another kiss.

And then it’s like something clicks in Kris. He’s pressing down into Adam’s pelvis, rolling his own hips, reveling in the friction it causes. He licks into Adam’s mouth until Adam ceases dominance and moans loudly, hips bucking up to meet Kris’. If anything, Kris is fueled by the idea that Adam has done this before. Adam has been on a couch like this, in an open space like this, with another guy, in this current position. It makes him want to mark every inch of skin he can reach.

Kris rolls his hips sharply once more before breaking away and taking in a deep breath. Adam trails small kisses along Kris’ jaw line until he reaches Kris’ ear. “You like this, baby? You like doing this in public?” Adam breathes, low enough for only Kris to hear. He brings a hand between them and runs a fingertip along the zipper of Kris’ jeans. His cock jumps, the simple touch making him ache even more.

“Adam,” Kris moans and slams his hands onto the couch on either side of Adam’s head. The laugh Adam lets out is strained and tight with arousal and Kris feels silent triumph at that.

Adam tugs on Kris’ jeans, effectively popping the button. Kris shudders as the zipper is slid down. The slight pressure the move causes has him moaning and shuddering even harder. Kris bends forward until his lips are at Adam’s jaw. He sucks on the skin, not caring about the small amount of stubble scratching at his lips. All he cares about is leaving his mark for all the world to see, even if only a handful of people are the only ones that really know about the two of them.

Something sparkling in the dim light catches Kris’ eye. He looks to his right and sees a few specks of glitter lining Adam’s ear. Smiling, he bends closer so he can reach and flicks his tongue out to collect the glitter. Adam shakes beneath him and Kris dips his tongue inside Adam’s ear briefly before going back to the glitter. It’s blue and silver and there’s another color that Kris can’t determine; maybe green, maybe black.

“God, Kris,” Adam whines right in Kris’ ear and not-so-gracefully shoves his hand down Kris’ briefs. Kris gasps as Adam’s hand grips him with just enough to pressure to drive him crazy.

Kris grips the back of the couch tightly, rocking into Adam’s hand subtly so as not to draw any unwanted attention. Although, he thinks, they probably drew a few wandering eyes with that little foreplay they had going on, but he doesn’t mind. He really does like the idea of others watching, of being caught in the act in such an intimate moment. He grows painfully harder in Adam’s grip and his hips stutter, movements thrown off rhythm.

“You can give more than that, Adam. I know you can,” Kris whispers in Adam’s ear before moving only slightly so he can watch.

Adam’s breath hitches and then Kris’ hand is being yanked off the back of the couch and shoved into Adam’s lap. Kris makes short work of the giant, flashy belt buckle, then the button and zipper. Finally he has Adam’s cock in his hand and he can do what he wants. The positioning is awkward with his right hand on Adam and Adam’s left hand on him, but he can make it work. He wants to make it work.

Kris keeps his eyes on their working hands and from there it’s a flurry of rushed motions and quick work. After a moment of the awkward position, Adam bats Kris’ hand away and lines their cocks up and takes them both in hand. Kris gasps again and uses his free hand to hold onto Adam’s shoulder. He digs his fingertips in tightly, moaning loud enough that he’s sure people in the nearest alcoves can hear.

The music is just background noise now but Kris can still feel it pumping through the air, trying to reach the top and be heard everywhere. He drops his hand from Adam’s shoulder and cards it through Adam’s hair instead. Adam instinctively angles his head back and Kris catches Adam’s bottom lip between his own teeth, tugging lightly and sucking around a moan.

“Maybe we should take this somewhere else,” Kris suggests, finally deciding that maybe he doesn’t like the public scene as much. Besides, he wants Adam all too himself without anyone else around.

Adam groans disapproval. “Fuck, Kris,” and adds a twist on the upstroke that has Kris arching his back and bucking his hips. Kris tips his head back and pushes closer even with both of them in Adam’s hand. Adam’s lips press against Kris’ throat. Kris swallows hard, Adam’s apple bobbing under Adam’s lips and Kris moans.

“Fine,” Kris huffs out and grabs Adam’s wrist to still his hand. Adam screws his face up at Kris’ move but then Kris is tucking them both back into their jeans and standing unsteadily on his feet. He takes Adam’s hand, holds his jeans up with the other, and heads for the nearest alcove, checks to see if it’s available, then climbs in, dragging Adam with him.

Adam is on him the moment the curtain closes. Kris backs himself onto the plush cushions on his elbows, watching Adam already pulling off his Skingraft jacket and tossing it aside. Kris lets himself be manhandled into Adam’s lap, taking a quick glance at the curtain along the way. This is more risky than the couch because with this, someone can’t already see them. Anyone could fling open the curtain and stumble in on them. But it sends a thrill down Kris’ spine.

Before Kris can comprehend, Adam is yanking Kris’ jeans and briefs down until they’re hanging off his shoes. Laughing, Kris kicks it all off and his shirt is being rucked up a second later. “So impatient,” he mumbles as Adam lifts his own hips and tugs down his impossibly tight jeans. Kris sees that Adam has gone commando again and it makes him laugh.

“Do you need any prepping?” Adam growls out, hips pushing frantically up against Kris’. Kris’ eyes roll in their sockets and he bows forward, hands catching flat on the wall Adam is leaning against. It’s covered in dark red curtains, a couple of black ones thrown in to make it different. It pales in comparison to the force that is Adam and his looks.

Kris braces on the wall with one hand, lifts his hips and takes Adam’s straining dick in his free hand, mutters “What do you think?” and guides himself onto Adam’s cock in one easy slide. His breathing picks up, his heart jack-hammering in his chest, and he has to brace himself with both hands on the wall or else he fall over.

“God I love you,” Adam gasps out, head lolling to the side, eyes closed tightly. Kris grins, screws his eyes shut, and lifts up then eases back down slowly. A noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh escapes Adam’s throat. A hand grabs onto Kris’ shirt and he’s being pulled down level with Adam. Adam kisses him slow and dirty, then stops and whispers in his ear, “Still wet and open for me huh? Guess that good fucking you got after rehearsal did you good.”

Kris shivers violently, mouth open on a gasp and a heave, and then Adam is taking Kris’ cock in his hand and stroking in time with his shallow thrusts. “Don’t go slow. I want it…want it fast.” Kris ends on a long moan when Adam thrusts particularly deep, head falling back against the wall and groaning himself.

“You know anyone could open that curtain right now,” Adam whispers hotly. “But you like that don’t you, Kris? You hope someone walks in on us, sees you getting thoroughly fucked by me in a public place.” Kris nods his head furiously. He doesn’t want Adam to stop talking, to stop snapping his hips up and rolling them so achingly slow that Kris almost thinks Adam is going to stop.

“Let them. I don’t care,” Kris admits. He opens his eyes and meets Adam’s. They’re almost black. There’s a barely-visible ring of blue-grey in the low light of the alcove. Kris likes being able to do that to Adam. He likes putting that expression on Adam’s face.

“When did you get so-” The sentence hangs in the air as Kris rolls his hips down and Adam twists his wrist at the head of Kris’ cock at the same time. “God, when did you get so wild?”

“I’ve been around you too long,” Kris grins. Adam leans forward, shoves Kris’ shirt up to his chest, and starts a trail of nips and bites along Kris’ torso. Kris hisses, back arching and only urging Adam on.

That familiar heat of lust and release pools in Kris’ stomach and he knows he’s close. Adam’s hand movements speed up, his hips snapping up harder and quicker, and Kris knows from the hitches in Adam’s breathing that he’s close, too.

There’s a roar of laughter just a few feet outside the alcove. Kris’ eyes widen for a moment but then he forgets about it and concentrates on the movements of Adam’s hand, the way his hips are losing rhythm and becoming erratic and choppy, the feeling of his teeth sinking into Kris’ skin as he moves along Kris’ chest. Kris throws his head back, drops his hands onto Adam’s shoulders, and holds on.

Then Adam is angling different and hitting that spot and Kris is thrusting almost frantically to get that release he’s craving. Adam hits it over and over again, causing Kris to cry out. It’s becoming too much and finally Kris can feel it. His back arches, his head tips back, and he tenses too tightly but not enough and comes in hot spurts over Adam’s hand and his own stomach. He moans long and low at the peak of his orgasm and that tips Adam over the edge into a shuddering mess.

“Fuck,” Adam breathes as he lets his hands fall from Kris’ body. Kris slumps forward, breathing fast and shallow. He can feel Adam’s heart bating rapidly in ribcage and it soothes Kris to calmness.

“That was hot,” Kris laughs. Adam sweeps a hand over his sweaty hair then grabs Kris at the waist and helps Kris lift off Adam’s softening cock.

Kris sighs as he stands on shaky legs and grabs his briefs and jeans. He looks over at Adam who’s a sight to see with his legs all sprawled out, jeans around his ankles, shirt bunched up and wrinkled at his stomach. Kris wishes he could take a picture but decides that since he already has Adam he doesn’t need a picture. Adam smiles and pushes himself to his feet. Kris watches him yank his jeans up and straighten his shirt out.

“Your hair,” Kris points out. He steps up to Adam after noticing the odd tufts sticking in different angles and runs his hand through Adam’s hair. Adam hums in contentment, eyes closing, and Kris smiles softly. “There, that’s better.”

Adam takes Kris’ hand and Kris is being pulled into an embrace that’s warm and comforting. “We better get back to the hotel. The busses leave in a few hours,” Adam murmurs into Kris’ hair. Kris nods his head in agreement but doesn’t want to move.

But their moment is interrupted as the curtain flies open and another couple falls in, in a heap of moans and kisses. Kris’ eyes go wide and Adam just laughs, leading Kris out of the alcove without the other couple even noticing. He closes the curtain behind Kris with a smile.

Kris follows Adam to and down the steps, the music creeping back into his conscious mind because he knows that he blocked it all out in the alcove. He was too focused Adam and Adam only to know what song was playing or what was even happening outside their little temporary bubble. He winces at the sticky mess on his stomach and the uncomfortable feeling of it in his briefs. Right now he doesn’t want to think about that.

They finally make it through the crowd of dancing drunks and outside where it’s much cooler. Kris can feel the sweat drying on his skin underneath his clothes. Adam waves down their handlers leaning against the wall outside the doors and they perk up. Kris falls in line with Adam who smiles at him brightly and their hands bumps.

Kris twines his pinky finger around Adam’s and Adam’s smile grows brighter if possible. It’s enough for now and hopefully soon they won’t have to worry about hiding so much from the cameras and the producers and the fans, although some of them are suspecting. He smiles back at Adam just as brightly and one of the handlers looks over his shoulder. Kris waves with his free hand and steps closer to Adam until they’re shoulder-to-shoulder.

Back in the car, Kris gets as close to Adam as he can. The black shield is up between the cab of the car and the backseats. He noses his way along Adam’s hairline, a hand falling to Adam’s lap, and rests his lips right against Adam’s ear. “Thanks for tonight,” he says, punctuating the thanks with a squeeze.

“I’m not fucking you in a car,” Adam mutters but smiles and Kris kisses his ear.

“I know.” Kris sighs and leaves hot, open-mouthed kisses along Adam’s jaw, the underside and along his neck until he’s at Adam’s throat. “I love you,” he whispers against sweaty skin and Adam’s breath hitches in his throat briefly.

“Love you, too,” Adam murmurs before stilling Kris’ kisses and gripping Kris’ hair with his fingers. He fuses their lips together in a kiss, letting the tip of his tongue trace the seem of Kris’ lips.

Kris groans, “We can’t get into this, again, right now.” Adam laughs against Kris’ lips and Kris is pulled into Adam’s side tightly, a kiss placed to the side of his head. Kris snuggles into Adam’s side, determined not to go to sleep in the car.

But Adam’s heartbeat is slow and steady, his breathing even, and Kris can’t help it if he likes how warm Adam is against his side, despite how over-heated his body still is from earlier. He likes this position a lot and his eyes are slipping closed and Adam is pressing small kisses to the same spot on the side of his head. “Adam,” he mutters.

He’s asleep before they hit the highway.

EDIT: soooo sorry for the multiple cuts. lj hates me and every time i try to fix it it just DOESN"T WORK. so just click on teh first one and it takes you to the beginning of the one-shot :) sorry, again.