Fic: Holding out for a kiss
Fic: Holding out for a kiss
Length: 1700 words
Rating: hard R
Pairing: Adam & Kris
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they are real people, they own themselves. These situations are all fiction. I am making no profit from this story, Etc., etc.
Author note: Prompted by the apparent sickness traveling through the guys’ tour bus, according to tweets from Matt, Michael, Kris, and Anoop before the September 9th show.
Summary: Adam's determined to avoid all the guys to keep from getting what they have, but it's only making Kris want Adam more.
Apparently, Adam doesn't care if he looks ridiculous -walking around the guys' bus, wearing one of those swine flu masks over his nose and mouth, complaining loudly that he isn't allowed to move to the girls' bus away from these infected guys who apparently have been sharing saliva on the sly. "Damn you guys, behave. I'm supposed to be the gay one here."
I can see the smirk behind the mask, because it shows in his eyes. He locks those eyes on me and I can’t turn away. I never can. But I hate not seeing his mouth. It’s a peculiar torture.
A chorus of coughs and nose blowing accentuates the situation: Matt, Scott, and Michael are in the worst of the virus; I am just starting to feel a little better, having apparently started this thing (yes, I’ve heard a lot of teasing about that!); Danny and Anoop are getting scratchy throats today.
Adam shakes his head, says to nobody in particular, “Pathetic, you guys. You need to learn to take care of your bodies better. See, I told you a steady diet of ice cream and brownies was the way to live.”
Stuff begins flying Adam’s direction then: pillows, books, various articles of clothing (Adam’s certainly used to that!), but when both the tissue boxes and the used tissues go flying as well, Adam’s had enough. “Gross, you guys. Do you really want us all to be sick at the same time! With one week left of the tour! Guess I’ll close myself off in my little bunk space and try to keep the fucking germs out with the sheer force of my fierceness.”
If that would work for anybody, it’d work for Adam.
I’m actually surprised he isn’t sick already, seeing as I was the first one to get this virus and he was so sweet and attentive to me at first - fixing me hot tea, mopping the sweat off my brow. It would have been like having a mom on the bus to look after you, and I hoped that was how the other guys took it. I knew it wasn’t a hovering-mom-like concern, though. It was the special compassion of a lover.
Not that it had ever gone that far. Hell, we’d never even kissed - not that I didn’t want to. We’d come dangerously close a few times, but Adam always stopped it. Adam was convinced I wasn’t really “in love” with him, it was just infatuation brought on by the closeness of quarters and the shared madness that was the American Idol experience. He’d made me agree - very reluctantly - that we would take three months after the tour to live our real lives outside of the show-and-tour bubble. Then we would talk, and maybe more, but only after I gave Katy a chance. He didn’t want me breaking his heart, making him love me more and then deciding to stick with my marriage. Seemed fair and we had good intentions, but we kept pushing the boundaries….touching, making “eye love,” even jacking off together on several occasions when the “restraint” thing got almost too much. It was a lovers’ bond - there was no other way to put it. And it was torture.
Right now it was torture for Adam’s face to be covered. I was taking it personally. I know it was irrational, but Adam wasn’t shutting all the guys out - he was shutting me out.
I walked back to Adam’s “personal space” full of purpose. I was feeling better - I was days into this thing. If he hadn’t already caught it from me he wasn’t going to. I tugged back Adam’s curtain, launched myself into his space and pulled the curtain shut behind me.
“What the hell, Kris? Do you not understand plain English. I do not want your germs. Go away.”
I can’t see Adam’s expressions with that damn mask over his face. I don’t know if he’s 100% serious or just trying to make me want him more, ‘cause that’s the effect. I want Adam. I want him bad.
I know I’m acting like a kid but something compels me. “Adam, I’m better. It’s those other losers that are sick, and none of them wants to jump your bones anyway - so there’s nothing to worry about.”
Adam’s laughing now. He can’t hide that under a mask. “I thought we agreed to save jumping my bones for later.”
I feel myself pouting and I’m trying not to feel guilty about it. I know Adam can’t resist my lower lip; my pout caused the last nearly-kissing incident. “We did, but you’ve got your mouth all covered up and it just makes me want you more. Just one little kiss?”
Adam removes the mask, but presses his hand against my chest to hold me away. He grins a devilish grin and says, “You can kiss me all you want. Just so long as you’re kissing my dick. Don’t think that can give me anything.”
“Awe, Adam, come on.” I’m trying not to be a whiner. “You know I’m a romantic kinda guy. No sex ‘till you kiss me like you love me.”
“It’s not really sex,” he says. “Even some straight guys will give each other head. It’s a nice, friendly thing to do to relieve tension, you know?”
I feel that familiar warmth in my belly, the ache in my cock, but I’m as determined as Adam. “I’m not some guys, Adam Lambert. It has to mean something to me.” I know he isn’t going to let me share my saliva with him so I do the only thing I know to do - I press his shirt up and lean into him, touching my lips against his skin, kissing him tenderly beginning at his naval and working my way up to his chest. I close my eyes and savor the taste of him, savor the feeling of Adam squirming under my touch, holding his breath, trying hard not to moan. I lick at a nipple, then suck it into my mouth and nibble lightly. Adam arches beneath me and let’s out the gasp he’s been trying to contain. I smile and suck some more, pressing my hands over his abdomen, teasing my fingers lightly back down to inches above the waistband of his thin sweatpants.
Then, as suddenly as I started making Adam come apart from my touch, I stop. Raising up as far as I can from him in this little bunk, I just whisper “good night, Adam. By the way, I love you,” and exit to my bunk below him. I feel way guilty, but I’m sure I’m not contagious anymore and he’s just being paranoid. And being an ass.
I’m rewarded with Adam’s new favorite phrase: “Damn you, Kris.”
***
I’m not sure how much time passes, but all I know is neither of us is sleeping. My cock’s still hard and I’m refusing to give Adam even the little pleasure of hearing me jack off. I hear Adam tossing and turning above me, then he’s still. I hear him sigh. “Kris, you still awake?”
“Hell yes, I am.”
All’s quiet around the bus - sounds of deep breathing, a few low snores, the hum of tires turning in endless motion. Then Adam is moving with stealth, joining me in the bottom bunk, climbing up my body to stretch across me. There’s no ugly white mask on his face, and he’s breathing the same air I breathe, up close and very personal. He only says, “Point taken - romance before sex” before he surprises me with his mouth, pressing his lips against mine, moving his mouth hard against me and I gasp, exhaling into him, breathing him back in. I capture his bottom lip with my teeth and tug like I’ll never let go. He moans and I take the opportunity when his mouth opens to plunge my tongue in, and he parts his lips and allows me entrance.
God, I’ve wanted this so long! I grasp his head and pull him in, playing my tongue against his, running it across his teeth, tasting the roof of his mouth. I forget to breathe as I ravage his mouth, moving with him to our own beat, finally gasping out as my need for air takes over. He climbs across my body and presses his full weight against me and takes his turn. I feel his warm tongue flicking across my lips, plunging into my mouth, possessing me. Adam’s body isn’t still - no, he’s pressing our cocks together, too, through the thin material of our sleep clothes and we are so hot, we’ve wanted this so long, that there’s no need to even get skin against skin before I feel the familiar heat building, the tingling tension spreading, my body’s attention solely focused on my swollen cock and pumping out the release I need so desperately. I feel the moist warmth exploding as I surrender to the sensations, I feel Adam’s orgasm against me only moments later.
We’re both a mess, but we can’t stop kissing. Adam’s mouth makes me want to stop breathing, stop eating, stop singing, stop doing anything that requires a mouth. I only want to be joined to him like this forever, tasting his sweet lips, sharing the air that he breathes. I realize there are tears of joy trailing down my cheeks only when Adam moves from my lips to lick them up, tongue moving from my chin to my cheeks to my eyelids. I don’t know how he can ever try to tell me again that I’m not in love with him, that it’s only curiosity, or a phase. I pray that my true feelings have soaked through his thick skin and he finally believes.
Adam snuggles against me now, and my heart literally skips several beats. He nuzzles my ear, tugs playfully at my earlobe, whispers, “That was quite a kiss, Kristopher Allen. I think you were right to hold out for that. And I think, even if I get swine flu, it was worth it.”