The Proposal 6 / 10
Ah, Kradam. The lovely boys again. Not mine obviously - only each others. Mostly written from Adam's POV except for one part in Kris' POV because it had to roll like that. Also includes some Brad/ Adam and Brad/ Kris friendship stuff in the middle (that guy is cute to write).
Part 6 is back to Adam's POV with some more Brad/ Adam interaction. This time we also get Protective!Adam and a bit of smexsy times. Thanks for all the great comments so far - hope you enjoy this part as much.
This is a ten part fic and I have it all written up already, but need to still post in parts due to the fact its too long otherwise. Anyway the suspense is better that way! But at least you will get updates very quickly. The story mostly centres around the LA show in response to requests from my Glittery friends over at Gossip Candy, but then moves on to the end of the tour because thats the way the muse took it.
Rating: definitely NC 17 overall for both sex and language.
Warning: Matt stans should note that he is not protrayed at all sympathetically in this fic. Sorry but it just worked out that way. Also I have no Beta so please don't bite me if you spot some small mistakes!
Part 1 sissygalore.livejournal.com/1606.html
Part 2 sissygalore.livejournal.com/1956.htm
Part 3 sissygalore.livejournal.com/2138.html
Part 4 sissygalore.livejournal.com/2341.html
Part 5 sissygalore.livejournal.com/2604.html
The Proposal
Part 6
Adam watched Kris' back until he couldn't see him any more, until the gyrating couples closed ranks against Kris' slight frame and he was out of sight. Shit! What am I doing he thought shakily to himself, running his fingers through stiff black locks. Adam turned to make his way back over to the line of leather couches and almost walked straight into Brad's small hard body.
'You're blowing it honey' Brad cooed, gazing up at him with a familiar half mocking half serious tone in his voice.
Adam couldn't meet his eyes. Glowering down at Brad he knew he was right but he was still too pissed to respond. Why had Kris talked to Brad about something private, something he hadn't even talked to him about yet?
'Yeah, well I don't know what gives you the right to come off like that' Adam finally flung back at him. 'I heard you and Kris talking over there by the bar. I heard what Kris said to you about him and Katy only just splitting up, about how he's scared of all the media attention he'll get if we move in together.'
Brad sighed and grabbed Adam's wrist, pulling him off to one side, stopping in front of the row of curtained booths in the far corner of the club.
'Don't be stupid Adam' Brad snapped back at him when they were out of earshot of their friends. Brad's eyes searched Adam's dark rimmed eyes, a hard to read expression on his face.
'That boy just spent half an hour telling me how much he loves you' Brand continued, 'And how scared he is that things will blow up in your face when the press get wind of your relationship after his spit with Katy is announced. And they will you know. He's right about that.' Brad's voice softened now as he rubbed Adams arm affectionately. 'He's worried about how badly it could affect you, not him. He's so afraid he'll lose you Adam, can't you see that?'
'Fuck' breathed Adam, eyes wide, looking suddenly totally vulnerable. 'Really?'
'Yes, stupid' Brad nudged him, smiling broadly. 'You always did jump to the wrong conclusions when you were in over your head didn't you? To tell you the truth I'm a little jealous' Brad teased with a mock pout.
'Of me or of him sweetie?' Adam laughed back sheepishly. He suddenly felt very foolish.
'Both! Now you need to go and find him. Talk to him!' Brad pushed Adam away with a shooing motion of his arms. 'Go! Go!'
Adam threw him a grateful look as he turned to rake his sharp blue eyes over the packed club. Shit. Had Kris left already? His fifteen minutes were probably up by now. He roamed through the throng, pushing past animated bodies throbbing to the music, side stepping through narrow gaps between the mass of moving people, searching the couches the tables the dance floor, looking for that shock of soft brown hair. Fuck. Why had he doubted Kris? Kris was always so honest with him, except when he thought something would hurt him. That was the only time he ever kept things to himself. Adam should have guessed it was something like that.
'Hey Cassidy' Adam called out, spying his friend leaning against the bar 'Have you seen Kris?'
'Yeah honey, I think he went to the bathroom.' Cassidy turned, pointing to the stairs leading down to the basement with a jut of his chin.
'I'll thank you to take your fucking hands off my property!' Adam blazed from the doorway of the bathroom.
Drawing himself up to his full dark glittering height he stalked over to the jerk who was trying to manhandle Kris into one of the stalls. Bristling with rage Adam towered over him, an electrifying sight with his spiky black hair and heavily riveted leather jacket, huge painted eyes smouldering and glowing like iridescent coals.
'Hey, hey, take it easy man, no harm done.' The jerk let go of Kris' wrists instantly, backing away from Adam's relentless glare staring him down, pushing him back away from Kris through sheer proximity to his broad bulk.
'I didn't know he was with you. You're, you're Adam Lambert aren't you?' the guy narrowed his eyes back at Adam and then glanced down at Kris standing his ground, angrily rubbing his wrists.
'Just fuck off. Now...' hissed Adam right up in the guy's face as he backed him away towards the door, ringed fists balled up tight against his sides. Adam looked like he was about to do some serious damage. The guy slunk out of the room with one sharp curious glance back at Adam's glowering frame.
Turning towards Kris, Adam's demeanour changed almost instantly. 'Oh my god Kris! Are you OK baby? Oh my god did he do anything? Did he hurt you?' The look of panic and shock on Adam's face would have been almost comical if it hadn't been for the situation. Both stood there wild eyed, facing each other in the dingy nightclub bathroom, water slicking across the floor.
'I didn't need rescuing you know Adam. I was just about to take him down with a swift knee to the groin when you came in all guns blazing' Kris replied, looking up at him with a rueful smile, still rubbing his wrists.
Despite his defiance Adam noticed that Kris was shaking slightly. Adam leaned in to wrap his arms around Kris' body enveloping him into a close strong hug.
'C'mon lets get out of this shit hole' he whispered against Kris' hair, pulling him tight to his side.
'Naw, I'm OK honestly Adam. I'm good.' Kris' smile was broader now. 'And it was kinda hot the way you rescued me from being almost raped by a bad ass gay whore.' Kris started giggling now and Adam threw back his head, shuddering with a peel of relieved laughter.
'I don't think I would have been much good in a fight anyway honey' Adam stuttered. 'Look at me, I'm shaking!' Adam held out his trembling hand. 'That guy looked pretty mean y' know.'
'Yeah, well I think you could have definitely taken him out just then' Kris grinned back. 'At least your fame is good for something.' Kris finally relaxed, doubling up into Adam's chest with laugher.
As they made their way across the edge of the dance floor again, Adam pulled Kris into one of empty curtained booths. Sliding across the red velvet couch Adam turned to Kris, a look of concern spread across his wide beautifully made up face.
'I think we need to talk first before we head back over to the others don't you?' Adam murmured softly. He looked over at Kris sitting next to him, noting the look of patient adoration on his boyish face. Adam knew he would never get tired of looking at Kris.
'I'm really sorry I acted like such a jerk earlier baby.' Adam rushed out, looking down at his rings, twisting them nervously under his fingers. 'I spoke to Brad. He filled me in on your conversation. I just didn't understand what was going on with you and I guess I just flipped out a bit. I suppose I got a bit jealous when I heard you talking to Brad about my er, proposal, er, I mean about us living together. Well you know...' Adam faltered, stopping to take Kris' hand in both of his, looking for all the world like his favourite puppy had just died. 'Do you forgive me?'
Kris stuck out his bottom lip in a sympathetic pout, then leaned over to kiss Adam softly on the lips. 'Hey, you know I'm just thinking about you sweetie.' Kris whispered back, rubbing his thumb softly along Adam's cheek. 'I don't think I could stand it if people started throwing shit at you for breaking up my marriage. I would give anything in the world to for us to be able to live together right now. You must know that. But if that means it causes you pain I don't think I can handle it' Kris finished sadly.
Adam knew it was good again between them. He and Kris didn't argue much but even when they did it was always resolved quickly. They were just too tuned into each other for there to be a problem for long. He ran his hand along the back of Kris' neck and pulled him in for a long slow kiss. Tilting Kris' jaw up towards him with his fingers Adam ran his tongue across and over Kris' bottom lip, edging into his mouth. Kris tasted like smoky bourbon and mint he thought. Kris licked back, then sucked Adam's tongue harder, deeper, back into his mouth with a faint groan.
Kris broke away first to stare back, forehead resting on Adam's temple, deep brown eyes locked onto Adam's pale blue. Adam felt Kris shift against his body, mouth on his neck, hand stroking the inside seam of his tight denim pants, inching closer to his crotch but never quite going there.
He heard Kris' voice muffled against his neck saying 'You know I don't care about what other people think of us. You know all I want is to be with you.' Then Kris was moving his mouth lower still to brush warm wet biting kisses against Adam's throat, his chest, unbuttoning Adam's shirt as his hand pushed lower down. He felt Kris' hand move gradually against the zip of his pants and start to inch it slowly over his hardening erection, all the while nipping at the soft skin of his neck and collarbone.
Adam felt a warm heavy haze rise from the pit of his gut to wrap around his limbs. 'Wait, wait' he thought to himself. Then out loud now: 'Hey, stop' he murmured hoarsely against Kris' hair. 'Someone might see us Kris.'
Adam tried to move his hand over to stop what Kris was doing to his zip, but Kris had him pinned against the deep velvet of the couch with his mouth against Adam's outstretched throat, his body flat against Adam's chest, shirt unbuttoned to the waist. It was only a half hearted struggle anyway. Adam didn't want this to stop. It felt too damn good.
Kris' voice came back up to him thick and rough, 'Yeah, that's the general idea baby. I don't care who sees us...' And in one fluid movement Kris was between Adam's thighs and his zip was all the way down. Kris nosed deep into Adam's crotch, thumbing back the elastic of his briefs to kiss and lick the tip of Adam's bulging cock.
'Oh my god', Adam thought biting down hard on his lip, 'He's gonna to blow me right here!' just before he felt Kris' mouth wrap around to envelope him in one sharp hot wet movement. Adam pushed his fingers through Kris' soft hair and let out a deep groan as his head fell back against the upholstered cushion of the couch, mouth open, throwing his profile into ecstatic relief.
Part 6 is back to Adam's POV with some more Brad/ Adam interaction. This time we also get Protective!Adam and a bit of smexsy times. Thanks for all the great comments so far - hope you enjoy this part as much.
This is a ten part fic and I have it all written up already, but need to still post in parts due to the fact its too long otherwise. Anyway the suspense is better that way! But at least you will get updates very quickly. The story mostly centres around the LA show in response to requests from my Glittery friends over at Gossip Candy, but then moves on to the end of the tour because thats the way the muse took it.
Rating: definitely NC 17 overall for both sex and language.
Warning: Matt stans should note that he is not protrayed at all sympathetically in this fic. Sorry but it just worked out that way. Also I have no Beta so please don't bite me if you spot some small mistakes!
Part 1 sissygalore.livejournal.com/1606.html
Part 2 sissygalore.livejournal.com/1956.htm
Part 3 sissygalore.livejournal.com/2138.html
Part 4 sissygalore.livejournal.com/2341.html
Part 5 sissygalore.livejournal.com/2604.html
The Proposal
Part 6
Adam watched Kris' back until he couldn't see him any more, until the gyrating couples closed ranks against Kris' slight frame and he was out of sight. Shit! What am I doing he thought shakily to himself, running his fingers through stiff black locks. Adam turned to make his way back over to the line of leather couches and almost walked straight into Brad's small hard body.
'You're blowing it honey' Brad cooed, gazing up at him with a familiar half mocking half serious tone in his voice.
Adam couldn't meet his eyes. Glowering down at Brad he knew he was right but he was still too pissed to respond. Why had Kris talked to Brad about something private, something he hadn't even talked to him about yet?
'Yeah, well I don't know what gives you the right to come off like that' Adam finally flung back at him. 'I heard you and Kris talking over there by the bar. I heard what Kris said to you about him and Katy only just splitting up, about how he's scared of all the media attention he'll get if we move in together.'
Brad sighed and grabbed Adam's wrist, pulling him off to one side, stopping in front of the row of curtained booths in the far corner of the club.
'Don't be stupid Adam' Brad snapped back at him when they were out of earshot of their friends. Brad's eyes searched Adam's dark rimmed eyes, a hard to read expression on his face.
'That boy just spent half an hour telling me how much he loves you' Brand continued, 'And how scared he is that things will blow up in your face when the press get wind of your relationship after his spit with Katy is announced. And they will you know. He's right about that.' Brad's voice softened now as he rubbed Adams arm affectionately. 'He's worried about how badly it could affect you, not him. He's so afraid he'll lose you Adam, can't you see that?'
'Fuck' breathed Adam, eyes wide, looking suddenly totally vulnerable. 'Really?'
'Yes, stupid' Brad nudged him, smiling broadly. 'You always did jump to the wrong conclusions when you were in over your head didn't you? To tell you the truth I'm a little jealous' Brad teased with a mock pout.
'Of me or of him sweetie?' Adam laughed back sheepishly. He suddenly felt very foolish.
'Both! Now you need to go and find him. Talk to him!' Brad pushed Adam away with a shooing motion of his arms. 'Go! Go!'
Adam threw him a grateful look as he turned to rake his sharp blue eyes over the packed club. Shit. Had Kris left already? His fifteen minutes were probably up by now. He roamed through the throng, pushing past animated bodies throbbing to the music, side stepping through narrow gaps between the mass of moving people, searching the couches the tables the dance floor, looking for that shock of soft brown hair. Fuck. Why had he doubted Kris? Kris was always so honest with him, except when he thought something would hurt him. That was the only time he ever kept things to himself. Adam should have guessed it was something like that.
'Hey Cassidy' Adam called out, spying his friend leaning against the bar 'Have you seen Kris?'
'Yeah honey, I think he went to the bathroom.' Cassidy turned, pointing to the stairs leading down to the basement with a jut of his chin.
'I'll thank you to take your fucking hands off my property!' Adam blazed from the doorway of the bathroom.
Drawing himself up to his full dark glittering height he stalked over to the jerk who was trying to manhandle Kris into one of the stalls. Bristling with rage Adam towered over him, an electrifying sight with his spiky black hair and heavily riveted leather jacket, huge painted eyes smouldering and glowing like iridescent coals.
'Hey, hey, take it easy man, no harm done.' The jerk let go of Kris' wrists instantly, backing away from Adam's relentless glare staring him down, pushing him back away from Kris through sheer proximity to his broad bulk.
'I didn't know he was with you. You're, you're Adam Lambert aren't you?' the guy narrowed his eyes back at Adam and then glanced down at Kris standing his ground, angrily rubbing his wrists.
'Just fuck off. Now...' hissed Adam right up in the guy's face as he backed him away towards the door, ringed fists balled up tight against his sides. Adam looked like he was about to do some serious damage. The guy slunk out of the room with one sharp curious glance back at Adam's glowering frame.
Turning towards Kris, Adam's demeanour changed almost instantly. 'Oh my god Kris! Are you OK baby? Oh my god did he do anything? Did he hurt you?' The look of panic and shock on Adam's face would have been almost comical if it hadn't been for the situation. Both stood there wild eyed, facing each other in the dingy nightclub bathroom, water slicking across the floor.
'I didn't need rescuing you know Adam. I was just about to take him down with a swift knee to the groin when you came in all guns blazing' Kris replied, looking up at him with a rueful smile, still rubbing his wrists.
Despite his defiance Adam noticed that Kris was shaking slightly. Adam leaned in to wrap his arms around Kris' body enveloping him into a close strong hug.
'C'mon lets get out of this shit hole' he whispered against Kris' hair, pulling him tight to his side.
'Naw, I'm OK honestly Adam. I'm good.' Kris' smile was broader now. 'And it was kinda hot the way you rescued me from being almost raped by a bad ass gay whore.' Kris started giggling now and Adam threw back his head, shuddering with a peel of relieved laughter.
'I don't think I would have been much good in a fight anyway honey' Adam stuttered. 'Look at me, I'm shaking!' Adam held out his trembling hand. 'That guy looked pretty mean y' know.'
'Yeah, well I think you could have definitely taken him out just then' Kris grinned back. 'At least your fame is good for something.' Kris finally relaxed, doubling up into Adam's chest with laugher.
As they made their way across the edge of the dance floor again, Adam pulled Kris into one of empty curtained booths. Sliding across the red velvet couch Adam turned to Kris, a look of concern spread across his wide beautifully made up face.
'I think we need to talk first before we head back over to the others don't you?' Adam murmured softly. He looked over at Kris sitting next to him, noting the look of patient adoration on his boyish face. Adam knew he would never get tired of looking at Kris.
'I'm really sorry I acted like such a jerk earlier baby.' Adam rushed out, looking down at his rings, twisting them nervously under his fingers. 'I spoke to Brad. He filled me in on your conversation. I just didn't understand what was going on with you and I guess I just flipped out a bit. I suppose I got a bit jealous when I heard you talking to Brad about my er, proposal, er, I mean about us living together. Well you know...' Adam faltered, stopping to take Kris' hand in both of his, looking for all the world like his favourite puppy had just died. 'Do you forgive me?'
Kris stuck out his bottom lip in a sympathetic pout, then leaned over to kiss Adam softly on the lips. 'Hey, you know I'm just thinking about you sweetie.' Kris whispered back, rubbing his thumb softly along Adam's cheek. 'I don't think I could stand it if people started throwing shit at you for breaking up my marriage. I would give anything in the world to for us to be able to live together right now. You must know that. But if that means it causes you pain I don't think I can handle it' Kris finished sadly.
Adam knew it was good again between them. He and Kris didn't argue much but even when they did it was always resolved quickly. They were just too tuned into each other for there to be a problem for long. He ran his hand along the back of Kris' neck and pulled him in for a long slow kiss. Tilting Kris' jaw up towards him with his fingers Adam ran his tongue across and over Kris' bottom lip, edging into his mouth. Kris tasted like smoky bourbon and mint he thought. Kris licked back, then sucked Adam's tongue harder, deeper, back into his mouth with a faint groan.
Kris broke away first to stare back, forehead resting on Adam's temple, deep brown eyes locked onto Adam's pale blue. Adam felt Kris shift against his body, mouth on his neck, hand stroking the inside seam of his tight denim pants, inching closer to his crotch but never quite going there.
He heard Kris' voice muffled against his neck saying 'You know I don't care about what other people think of us. You know all I want is to be with you.' Then Kris was moving his mouth lower still to brush warm wet biting kisses against Adam's throat, his chest, unbuttoning Adam's shirt as his hand pushed lower down. He felt Kris' hand move gradually against the zip of his pants and start to inch it slowly over his hardening erection, all the while nipping at the soft skin of his neck and collarbone.
Adam felt a warm heavy haze rise from the pit of his gut to wrap around his limbs. 'Wait, wait' he thought to himself. Then out loud now: 'Hey, stop' he murmured hoarsely against Kris' hair. 'Someone might see us Kris.'
Adam tried to move his hand over to stop what Kris was doing to his zip, but Kris had him pinned against the deep velvet of the couch with his mouth against Adam's outstretched throat, his body flat against Adam's chest, shirt unbuttoned to the waist. It was only a half hearted struggle anyway. Adam didn't want this to stop. It felt too damn good.
Kris' voice came back up to him thick and rough, 'Yeah, that's the general idea baby. I don't care who sees us...' And in one fluid movement Kris was between Adam's thighs and his zip was all the way down. Kris nosed deep into Adam's crotch, thumbing back the elastic of his briefs to kiss and lick the tip of Adam's bulging cock.
'Oh my god', Adam thought biting down hard on his lip, 'He's gonna to blow me right here!' just before he felt Kris' mouth wrap around to envelope him in one sharp hot wet movement. Adam pushed his fingers through Kris' soft hair and let out a deep groan as his head fell back against the upholstered cushion of the couch, mouth open, throwing his profile into ecstatic relief.