[Fic] Kris Allen/Brian Kinney -- Twilight Zone, NC-17
Title: Twilight Zone
Fandom: American Idol/Queer as Folk crossover
Pairing: Kris Allen/Brian Kinney
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None -- first time fic
Word Count: 1,280
Summary: AU. Kris and Justin go to college together and decide to study at Justin's place. Brian introduces Kris to his gay.
Notes: Un-beta'd flash fic. For plaguedbymen bingo. ( My card)
Twilight Zone
Justin had warned Kris that this would happen. Justin had told Kris all about Brian and how persuasive he could be when he saw something he wanted. Still, Kris had insisted that they study at Justin’s place. It was too hectic in the dorm with other students often forgoing the practice rooms and studios to sing, play, and act out in their own rooms. Art students were also rambunctious, which Kris had learned rather quickly after he arrived from Arkansas. The dorms were the last place he wanted study, or so he thought. Those distractions were paling in comparison to Brian Kinney.
It had started out innocent enough. Kris and Justin were studying for their final exam in medieval literature. They were sitting on the couch quizzing each other whilst blatantly flirting when Brian had walked in and caught sight of them, rolled his eyes, and told them to “just fuck and get it over with.”
“Kris isn’t gay,” Justin had quickly pointed out.
Brian had laughed and made a comment about Kris being “so far in the closet he can see Narnia.”
“I have a girlfriend,” Kris had added. “We’re just joking around. We’re friends.”
“No,” Brian had said as he pulled off his tie, “you are friends who fuck.”
“Brian-“ Justin had tried to interrupt.
“Does your girlfriend know that you fuck other boys, Kristopher?”
That was when Kris had gotten offended and started gathering his things, saying that Justin was right - this was a bad idea. Justin apologized. Brian told Justin to stop sucking Kris’s dick, “He has a girlfriend.”
“Give it a rest, Brian,” Justin had said in exasperation.
Kris had slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and headed for the door, but Brian had stopped him.
“Don’t lie to yourself,” Brian had said harshly. “You’ll break hearts.”
Kris had blinked, baffled. “You’re drunk.”
“So what if I am?” Brian had shaken his head. “Wake up. You’re gay. It’s not a fucking handicap.”
Then Brian had kissed Kris - nothing hot and passionate, just a soft press of lips on lips. Kris had been stunned, but it was Justin who had gasped when Kris kissed Brian back.
The messenger bag hit the floor. Brian grabbed the back of Kris’s head and wrenched him up for a kiss that made Kris’s toes curl in his socks. Kris resisted, holding onto Brian’s arms. He couldn’t do this to his girlfriend. It just wasn’t right, but lying to himself wasn’t right either.
Brian swatted his hands away. “You’re going to try to stop me now?”
It took Kris all of three seconds to decide to grab Brian’s face and pull him down. Brian put a hand to the counter to brace as Kris yanked him down with strength. He smiled wickedly into the kiss, which made Kris grin. His pulse was some near full tilt as Brian returned the kiss, deepening it, as he took Kris into his arms.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Justin’s voice had broken through the moment.
Brian’s mouth slid off of Kris’s so he could look in Justin’s direction. “Shut up and be useful. Get the condoms,” Brian had breathily demanded. He grabbed Kris by the belt and led them over to platform where there was a bed.
Justin was glaring, looking mildly hurt as Brian stripped himself. “You can have him once I’m through,” Brian said as he took a condom and small plastic bottle from Justin. “And watch if you want. I know you want to.”
Kris was speechless and looked between the two of them. Brian threw open Kris’s fly and pulled off his jeans. “This is going so fast,” Kris had said in an earnest rush as Brian, naked as God made him, found Kris’s dick with a firm hand.
“Are you going to say ‘no’?” Brian asked as Kris began to writhe.
“N-no,” he stuttered out in a breath and continued to lie there, not knowing what to do with himself. “I mean, don’t stop!”
Brian smirked and pushed Kris’s hardening dick back to his toned belly. Kris let out a rush of incoherent syllables.
“Still think he’s straight,” Brian asked Justin with a cocky tilt of his head.
Justin rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed. “Shut up, Brian.”
Brian leaned down for rough, lip-smashing kiss that abused Kris’s full lower lip. “Mmm, fuck those lips need to be on my dick,” Brian said against the corner of Kris’s mouth.
“I-I don’t know what I’m doing?” Kris said feebly. Brian laughed warmly.
“You don’t have to suck it, now,” he replied as he continued to pump a hand over Kris’s dick, “but later would be acceptable.” He then kissed Kris’s shoulder. “Roll on your side.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to slowly fuck your brains out.”
Astonished, Kris blinked a few times before considering his options. He decided that this felt too damn good to stop and obediently rolled his waist. He gasped when Brian pressed a hand between his ass cheeks and began to massage Kris open with what Kris could only assume was lube on his fingers.
Kris swallowed hard when he heard a plastic package open. After a moment’s pause for Brian to put on the condom, Kris took in a sharp breath when Brian lifted his top leg slightly to move it forward.
“Shush. I haven’t done anything, yet,” Brian told him.
Kris simply laid there and looked up to Justin who gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry, it’ll hurt but he’ll take care of you.”
“Hey, I didn’t say you could stay for commentary,” Brian snipped and Justin’s smile flat-lined.
Brian then worked on Kris’s ass a little more, until the point that Kris was squirming. “Now, you’re ready,” Brian declared and pulled Kris back to himself.
Kris cried out in pain when Brian pushed into him. His face screwed up and Brian had to pause. Kris hissed when Brian nipped at his ear. “Relax, I can’t move with you clenching like that.”
Nodding, Kris relaxed his ass as best as he could, but still felt pain as Brian thrust in and out of him. He felt lips on his shoulder and then his neck. Slowly, so very slowly, the pain receded but never left entirely. Brian began to push fully into him and Kris was moaning, his eyes having gone wide in shock. He panted until he was wheezing and began to have tunnel vision.
“Look out, he’s going to pop,” Brian’s voice said from somewhere behind (or maybe above?) him.
Kris felt the bed shift and saw Justin move away. And then his senses exploded as he came, pouring out onto the bed. It was almost too much for Kris to handle and he curled inward. Brian pressed several kisses to his back until Brian, too, was gasping and moaning.
Stunned, Kris laid there, feeling too weak to move. Brian let go of his leg and pulled out. Justin was then in view and beckoning Kris. “Let’s get you in the shower,” he said quietly.
“Justin?” Kris croaked.
“Yeah?”
“I think,” Kris began as he sat up. He paused as the world spun a little. “I think I’m gay. I think he made me gay.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” Justin said with a laugh. “But you can’t change what’s already there, Kris.”
“Yeah,” Kris said. “Yeah.” He shook his head as he crawled off the bed. “Now, tell that to my girlfriend.”
“Ex-girlfriend,” Brian chimed in. “She’ll get over it. Or realize she’s a lesbian. Either way, you don’t have to cater to the snatch any longer.”
Kris groaned. “Yeah. Thanks for putting that into perspective.”
Fandom: American Idol/Queer as Folk crossover
Pairing: Kris Allen/Brian Kinney
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None -- first time fic
Word Count: 1,280
Summary: AU. Kris and Justin go to college together and decide to study at Justin's place. Brian introduces Kris to his gay.
Notes: Un-beta'd flash fic. For plaguedbymen bingo. ( My card)
Twilight Zone
Justin had warned Kris that this would happen. Justin had told Kris all about Brian and how persuasive he could be when he saw something he wanted. Still, Kris had insisted that they study at Justin’s place. It was too hectic in the dorm with other students often forgoing the practice rooms and studios to sing, play, and act out in their own rooms. Art students were also rambunctious, which Kris had learned rather quickly after he arrived from Arkansas. The dorms were the last place he wanted study, or so he thought. Those distractions were paling in comparison to Brian Kinney.
It had started out innocent enough. Kris and Justin were studying for their final exam in medieval literature. They were sitting on the couch quizzing each other whilst blatantly flirting when Brian had walked in and caught sight of them, rolled his eyes, and told them to “just fuck and get it over with.”
“Kris isn’t gay,” Justin had quickly pointed out.
Brian had laughed and made a comment about Kris being “so far in the closet he can see Narnia.”
“I have a girlfriend,” Kris had added. “We’re just joking around. We’re friends.”
“No,” Brian had said as he pulled off his tie, “you are friends who fuck.”
“Brian-“ Justin had tried to interrupt.
“Does your girlfriend know that you fuck other boys, Kristopher?”
That was when Kris had gotten offended and started gathering his things, saying that Justin was right - this was a bad idea. Justin apologized. Brian told Justin to stop sucking Kris’s dick, “He has a girlfriend.”
“Give it a rest, Brian,” Justin had said in exasperation.
Kris had slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and headed for the door, but Brian had stopped him.
“Don’t lie to yourself,” Brian had said harshly. “You’ll break hearts.”
Kris had blinked, baffled. “You’re drunk.”
“So what if I am?” Brian had shaken his head. “Wake up. You’re gay. It’s not a fucking handicap.”
Then Brian had kissed Kris - nothing hot and passionate, just a soft press of lips on lips. Kris had been stunned, but it was Justin who had gasped when Kris kissed Brian back.
The messenger bag hit the floor. Brian grabbed the back of Kris’s head and wrenched him up for a kiss that made Kris’s toes curl in his socks. Kris resisted, holding onto Brian’s arms. He couldn’t do this to his girlfriend. It just wasn’t right, but lying to himself wasn’t right either.
Brian swatted his hands away. “You’re going to try to stop me now?”
It took Kris all of three seconds to decide to grab Brian’s face and pull him down. Brian put a hand to the counter to brace as Kris yanked him down with strength. He smiled wickedly into the kiss, which made Kris grin. His pulse was some near full tilt as Brian returned the kiss, deepening it, as he took Kris into his arms.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Justin’s voice had broken through the moment.
Brian’s mouth slid off of Kris’s so he could look in Justin’s direction. “Shut up and be useful. Get the condoms,” Brian had breathily demanded. He grabbed Kris by the belt and led them over to platform where there was a bed.
Justin was glaring, looking mildly hurt as Brian stripped himself. “You can have him once I’m through,” Brian said as he took a condom and small plastic bottle from Justin. “And watch if you want. I know you want to.”
Kris was speechless and looked between the two of them. Brian threw open Kris’s fly and pulled off his jeans. “This is going so fast,” Kris had said in an earnest rush as Brian, naked as God made him, found Kris’s dick with a firm hand.
“Are you going to say ‘no’?” Brian asked as Kris began to writhe.
“N-no,” he stuttered out in a breath and continued to lie there, not knowing what to do with himself. “I mean, don’t stop!”
Brian smirked and pushed Kris’s hardening dick back to his toned belly. Kris let out a rush of incoherent syllables.
“Still think he’s straight,” Brian asked Justin with a cocky tilt of his head.
Justin rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed. “Shut up, Brian.”
Brian leaned down for rough, lip-smashing kiss that abused Kris’s full lower lip. “Mmm, fuck those lips need to be on my dick,” Brian said against the corner of Kris’s mouth.
“I-I don’t know what I’m doing?” Kris said feebly. Brian laughed warmly.
“You don’t have to suck it, now,” he replied as he continued to pump a hand over Kris’s dick, “but later would be acceptable.” He then kissed Kris’s shoulder. “Roll on your side.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to slowly fuck your brains out.”
Astonished, Kris blinked a few times before considering his options. He decided that this felt too damn good to stop and obediently rolled his waist. He gasped when Brian pressed a hand between his ass cheeks and began to massage Kris open with what Kris could only assume was lube on his fingers.
Kris swallowed hard when he heard a plastic package open. After a moment’s pause for Brian to put on the condom, Kris took in a sharp breath when Brian lifted his top leg slightly to move it forward.
“Shush. I haven’t done anything, yet,” Brian told him.
Kris simply laid there and looked up to Justin who gave him a small smile. “Don’t worry, it’ll hurt but he’ll take care of you.”
“Hey, I didn’t say you could stay for commentary,” Brian snipped and Justin’s smile flat-lined.
Brian then worked on Kris’s ass a little more, until the point that Kris was squirming. “Now, you’re ready,” Brian declared and pulled Kris back to himself.
Kris cried out in pain when Brian pushed into him. His face screwed up and Brian had to pause. Kris hissed when Brian nipped at his ear. “Relax, I can’t move with you clenching like that.”
Nodding, Kris relaxed his ass as best as he could, but still felt pain as Brian thrust in and out of him. He felt lips on his shoulder and then his neck. Slowly, so very slowly, the pain receded but never left entirely. Brian began to push fully into him and Kris was moaning, his eyes having gone wide in shock. He panted until he was wheezing and began to have tunnel vision.
“Look out, he’s going to pop,” Brian’s voice said from somewhere behind (or maybe above?) him.
Kris felt the bed shift and saw Justin move away. And then his senses exploded as he came, pouring out onto the bed. It was almost too much for Kris to handle and he curled inward. Brian pressed several kisses to his back until Brian, too, was gasping and moaning.
Stunned, Kris laid there, feeling too weak to move. Brian let go of his leg and pulled out. Justin was then in view and beckoning Kris. “Let’s get you in the shower,” he said quietly.
“Justin?” Kris croaked.
“Yeah?”
“I think,” Kris began as he sat up. He paused as the world spun a little. “I think I’m gay. I think he made me gay.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that,” Justin said with a laugh. “But you can’t change what’s already there, Kris.”
“Yeah,” Kris said. “Yeah.” He shook his head as he crawled off the bed. “Now, tell that to my girlfriend.”
“Ex-girlfriend,” Brian chimed in. “She’ll get over it. Or realize she’s a lesbian. Either way, you don’t have to cater to the snatch any longer.”
Kris groaned. “Yeah. Thanks for putting that into perspective.”