Possession -- Part 1
Halfway through the tour, fans finally started listening to Adam’s requests for “equal opportunity” undergarment-throwing.
In addition to the half dozen bras that found their way onto the stage, there were also a couple of jock straps and a pair of red satin boxers. On the way back to the buses after the tour, Adam and Allison laughed about the items he’d received - none of which he’d actually kept, naturally. Walking near them, Danny grumbled under his breath.
“Must get distracting. I’m glad I don’t have to deal with all that crap during my set.”
A sly, knowing smirk formed on Adam’s lips, but he didn’t look up at Danny as he spoke in a tone of false innocence. “Aww, you’re not jealous, are you, Danny?”
“What? No!” Danny sputtered, sounding offended by the suggestion.
Allison giggled, exchanging a wicked look with Adam as she put in, “Adam got so many, I’m sure he’d be willing to share.”
“Too bad I didn’t keep any of them,” Adam added, barely managing not to laugh. “I bet you would have loved to have those red boxers.”
Danny knew he was missing something when Allison burst out laughing, and Adam quickly joined her, the two of them clearly amused by some private joke. Overhearing the conversation, Matt and Anoop both started laughing as well. Danny frowned in self-conscious irritation.
“What?” he demanded. “What’s so funny?”
The others simply kept laughing, rolling their eyes and generally avoiding answering him, until Anoop finally took pity on him and explained, “The boxers had ‘property of Adam Lambert’ written across the back.”
Danny’s sputtering increased at that, a look of wide-eyed horror on his face as the other Idols burst out laughing at his reaction.
“Ugh, I hope the guy who threw them up there hadn’t actually worn them,” Allison remarked as they reached the buses, grinning when her comment received a chorus of disgusted sounds of agreement.
“Why do you think I don’t keep any of that stuff?” Adam countered, giving her a grimace of distaste at the idea.
Allison parted ways with them at her bus, saying goodnight to the boys and climbing on board. As soon as they had left the girls behind, Adam felt an uneasy feeling of wary anticipation creeping over him. His mind was already slipping into a very different mode from the comfortable, controlled confidence that usually characterized him in public, now that the male Idols were that much closer to being alone, when there would no longer be any need to keep up the pretense.
He lingered near the entrance to the bus, fidgeting distractedly as one of the handlers talked with the others, making sure they had everything they might need for the eight hour drive to the next city. Once he left, the Idols knew they’d still have about an hour of down time before the driver got on and they began the drive. Everything seemed normal, casual - no cause for any concern on the part of the handler.
Adam wondered what he would think if he knew what was going to happen as soon as the door closed behind him.
Matt and Anoop went immediately to the back of the bus, probably to change into pajamas and get more comfortable for the long drive. Michael and Kris sat on the fold out sofa across from the door, and Danny rose to follow the handler to the door, closing it for him and latching it before turning calmly to face Adam.
A breathtaking backhand blow made Adam stumble back against the wall behind him, as Danny took a step into his face, snarling furiously, “You think you’re funny, Adam? That was really freakin’ hilarious, wasn’t it? Are you trying to make Allison and the others suspicious?”
Instinct developed over the last couple of months caused Adam to lower his head meekly, shaking his head in denial of Danny’s accusation. “No. It was just a joke…”
“Get on your knees.” Danny cut him off with a cold command, and Adam automatically complied, his heart in his throat, not daring to look up. “‘Property of Adam Lambert’? Please!” Danny sneered, contempt in his voice as he brought his hand down again across Adam’s face, then raised his hand as if for another blow. “As if I was your slave or something. If anything, you’re…”
“… mine.”
Kris unexpectedly cut Danny off, coming up unnoticed behind him and catching his wrist firmly before the intended blow could fall. Danny turned toward him in surprise, a trapped, guilty expression on his face as Kris regarded him with a cool, controlled challenge in his dark eyes.
“He’s mine,” Kris calmly repeated. “So maybe you’d better keep your hands off without permission.”
Danny swallowed hard, visibly considering defying Kris’s quiet tone of authority. He was physically larger than Kris, and could possibly have stopped him from preventing his retaliation against Adam - but to challenge Kris’s command when it came to Adam would be to jeopardize the entire arrangement in which the male Idols had been engaged since just before tour began. Grudgingly, Danny lowered his hand, and Kris slowly released it, keeping his piercing gaze locked onto Danny as he spoke softly again.
“Adam, that was a foolish joke.”
“I’m sorry, master,” Adam murmured without hesitation, his eyes submissively downcast.
“We can’t afford for anyone to pick up on anything suspicious between us…” He paused, a half-smirk of mingled mockery and irritation forming on his lips as he pointedly continued without looking away from Danny. “… and since Gokey doesn’t have the first clue about subtlety or playing it cool in public… it’s best if you just don’t joke about anything remotely related to this at all in front of anyone else. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master.”
“It’s handled, then,” Kris stated softly, eyebrows raised as he took in Danny’s seething look of anger, his narrowed, glaring eyes focused on Adam at their feet. “So back off. Got it?”
“Fine,” Danny spat finally, spinning on his heel and stalking away toward the back of the bus.
Kris’s shoulders fell with the release of the tension of the standoff, and he raised a hand to run down his face in weary exasperation. Adam raised a tentative hand to grasp the edge of the table near the door, starting to rise to his feet. Without removing his hand from his brow or looking at him, Kris spoke again in a calm, authoritative tone.
“I didn’t say get up.”
Adam froze immediately, eyes wide and wary, swallowing hard as he slowly settled back onto his knees, silently awaiting further instruction. From the sofa, Michael eagerly spoke up.
“Kris, it’s my turn tonight. Can I…?”
“No, it’s my turn tonight,” Kris corrected softly, reaching down a gentle but possessive hand to run idly through Adam’s hair. “Tomorrow night the normal schedule will resume. Tonight - Adam and I need some time alone.”
Michael let out a frustrated but accepting sigh as he rose and made his way toward the back of the bus. “All right, whatever, man. Good night, guys. See you in the morning.”
Kris watched him go until the sliding door to the sleeping area of the bus had closed, before turning his full attention toward Adam, crouching slowly in front of him to look him in the eyes with a solemn, reproving expression.
“That was really dumb, Adam.”
“It was just a joke…”
“So now you’re not only deliberately goading Gokey and trying to piss him off, but you’re talking back to me, too?” Kris’s tone was suddenly sharp, warning, and his hand tightened in Adam’s hair, jerking his head back slightly. “You think that’s a good idea, Adam?”
Adam bit his lower lip, his breath quickening as he shook his head as best he could against Kris’s grip before gasping out, “No, master. I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”
Kris relaxed his grip again, his expression softening with his touch as he pulled Adam’s head in closer to his own, claiming his mouth in a tender, thorough kiss. When he drew back, Adam’s mouth was slack, surrendered, his lips trembling with need as he drew in a ragged, shaky breath. The raw desire in his expression sent a quickening of arousal through Kris’s body, his eyes darkening with lust as he swallowed hard, then rose slowly to his feet.
“Get up,” he ordered softly.
Adam obeyed, and Kris laid a possessive but gentle hand against his throat, sidling around behind him and rising onto his tiptoes to speak low into his ear.
“Go back to my bunk and undress. Lie down on it and don’t make a sound. I’ll be there in a minute.”
Adam nodded once to indicate his obedience before heading off down the hall to do as he’d been ordered. Kris watched him go with a deep hunger building within him, eagerly anticipating what was to come during the long hours while the others slept - and hoping that he and Adam could be quiet enough not to wake them.
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Kris’s special arrangement with Adam had been in place since about a month before the finale, which had been about a month into their relationship - which was never a secret to anyone sharing the Idol mansion with them. Adam had always vocally and openly professed to prefer to play the dominant role in his relationships, and Kris, being fairly inexperienced in these matters, had been comfortable to allow him to do just that.
Then one night, a purely teasing, playful gesture of dominance on Kris’s part had changed everything.
Kris had caught Adam off guard while they were making out on Adam’s bed, catching his wrists and flipping them over so that he was lying on top of Adam, pinning his hands over his head and whispering into his ear in a falsely threatening tone.
“Unh-uh, Lambert. Tonight I call the shots…”
He had fully expected Adam to turn the tables on him again and make him pay in the most delightful of ways for his playful, momentary insubordination. What he hadn’t expected at all was the stirring in Adam’s groin he’d felt beneath him, and the stifled whimper of arousal that had escaped Adam’s lips - or the intensity of desire and need Adam’s reaction had awakened in Kris himself.
That single brief incident grew into another, and another, as they began to explore the darker side of Adam’s desires - and Kris’s, as well. Gradually, they took it more and more seriously, allowing Kris’s dominance to creep into more and more areas of their lives together, until finally, it became more than a game; it was a lifestyle.
Kris liked the idea of the total control Adam surrendered to him; and Adam loved the relief of being able to let down all his walls and give himself completely to someone he loved and trusted - someone he knew loved him completely in return, and would look out for him and protect him and be worthy of that trust.
Of course, living in such close quarters, it didn’t take long for the other guys to pick up on what was going on between them - with varying reactions.
Danny expressed disgust at first… followed by a sort of guarded curiosity. After making sure that Adam really was okay with being “bossed around” by his smaller partner, Michael had seemed to find the arrangement funny and a little strange, but not overtly troubling.
Matt had admitted openly and almost immediately that he found it unbelievably hot.
The more Matt talked about how sexy it was that Adam was so submissive to Kris, how much he wished he could find someone willing to do that sort of thing, the more Kris found himself increasingly turned on by the idea of “sharing” Adam with someone else - the idea of holding such power over his willing slave that he could compel him to do whatever he said not only with him, but with someone else as well.
Adam was initially reluctant, but once Kris convinced him that it was really what he wanted, Adam hesitantly agreed to spend a night with Matt in his hotel room, about a week into the tour. When he returned to Kris the following morning, a little shaken and uncertain, Kris had taken him into his bed and reassured him and made love to him, reminding him that he belonged to Kris, and no one else, no matter what had happened.
Adam never protested the arrangement again, as gradually, one night turned into more, and Matt turned into all the male Idols. They all agreed to keep the secret from the girls, and all of the Idol staff - everyone besides the guys on the bus. Eventually, the worked out a tentative schedule, though Kris had the final say over that schedule, and could change it or even cancel it as he saw fit.
Kris didn’t mind sharing, as long as he had final say over who and what and when - as long as it was clear that in the end Adam was his, and no one else’s.
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Kris made his way back to his bunk, satisfied that Adam had been made to wait long enough. He slipped past the closed compartments where his friends slept to his own, sliding it open and taking in the enticing sight before him.
Adam lay face down on the bunk, completely naked, his wrists crossed over his head, his face buried in the pillow at the head of the thin mattress. Kris delighted in the visible shiver that passed through Adam’s body as he slid a hand slowly up Adam’s thigh to stroke over the rounded swell of his ass, finally stopping at his hip. He leaned in close to whisper into Adam’s ear, in a hushed voice of dark desire.
“Tonight… you’re only mine…”
TBC...