Enough - a Porny Crossover Indulgent OneShot

[we_dreamerz]

Enough
By: We_Dreamerz
Betaed By: rromantic and atomic_dawn
Fandom: Crossover: QAF and American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen & Brian Kinney/Justin Taylor
Genre & Timeline: RPS - Idols Live Tour / Canon - Post 523 QAF
Rating: NC17 PWithP (a little one anyway)
Word Count: 9,174
Status: Complete Oneshot
Warnings: Porn, maybe a little schmoopy in places.
Disclaimer: Although I wish they were… Brian and Justin aren't mine…they are CowLip's. I promise to give them back when I'm done…if I have to. Adam and Kris belong to themselves and all of this didn’t happen…because…you know… Brian and Justin are fictional characters…or so I’m told.

Summary: Kris and Adam are in Pittsburgh for the Idols Live Tour. What happens when Kris decides he and Adam need to let off a little steam after the concert?



A/N: Please don't throw fruit. I had to do it. It was eating at my brain. =)*Goes back to WIPs*

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"You need to let off some steam!" Kris said, climbing over the mound of hotel covers to straddle my naked ass. I'd collapsed after the show, having barely made it through my shower without falling asleep. The Pittsburgh crowd had been amazing but I was exhausted.

I sighed when his strong fingers dug into the muscles of my back, kneading and working them until I groaned with pleasure.

"You better stop making those noises. Allison is right next door," he drawled mischievously.

"You didn't seem to care about her innocence last night," I mumbled into my pillow, remembering the erotic flow of obscenities that had accompanied our reunion in solitude. It was difficult to have anything remotely like private time when you're trapped on a tour bus. We lived for hotel nights.

Kris wasn’t exactly out of the closet; he and Katie had just officially separated right before the tour kicked off. The last thing he wanted to do was make Katie’s life any harder than it was going to be. But she knew - she’d pushed him into my arms, and for that reason alone I would always love Katie.

No one had been particularly surprised when Kris asked to room with me on hotel nights. Sure there had been some raised eyebrows. But we were best friends and had roomed together all through Idol. The powers that be had just shrugged and called it a great cost saving initiative. But they were watching, just waiting for a scandal. Sex sells, you know.

I’d watched Kris, waiting for him to tell me what his eyes had been saying for months. The touch of his hand, the way he melted into my embrace - I knew. I'd known for so long. I was just waiting for him to figure it out. It took forever...but not nearly as long as I thought it would.

We’d been touring for a few weeks. A few shows under our belts and everyone had settled into an easy rhythm. Kris was curled up in the corner of the sofa on the bus, strumming his guitar. I recognized Falling Slowly and smiled to myself. I loved that song - the passionate look on his face when he sang it.

“Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can’t go back.
Moods that take me and erase me
And I’m painted black.”

I remembered listening to him sing on stage. I’d stared at the monitor, watching him with a burning in the pit of my stomach. Nervous, as if he sang the song for me.

“Falling slowly…sing your melody
I’ll sing along.”

Kris had been quiet all day which wasn't particularly strange. He got that way sometimes - contemplative, thoughtful. He retreated inside himself. I'd learned not to take it personally; it was just how he processed.

So I'd brought him a sandwich and sat beside him, listening to him sing, the heat of his body a comfort. He nibbled and strummed, lost on planet Kris as I answered emails on my laptop. I don’t know when he'd stopped singing. But I looked up to find his eyes on mine.

The room was full of people, playing video games, writing songs and talking shit. But in the middle of the chaos he looked at me - no restraint, no mask, and I knew he was finally ready. He glanced at my lips, his face soft with want.

“I wish you’d sing that song on tour,” I said quietly.

“Me too,” he answered, smiling crookedly, returning to his song.

That night in the hotel he’d confessed. Hidden files on the family computer, pictures of men touching, sucking, fucking, the time he’d jerked off in the shower at the gym while another guy watched, stroking his own dick until he came - shame burning his cheeks. Kris confessed it all to me in a hushed whisper, unable to meet my eyes.

Katie didn’t know a thing about that shit, he’d told me, sitting on the edge of his bed, me on the edge of mine. The only thing Katie knew was the look in Kris' eyes when he looked at me.

“I guess...she knew before I did,” he shrugged, finally managing to look at me. “She said I look at you like...like I belong to you,” he said, his voice was raw and almost apologetic. "And you look at me the same way."

I wanted to touch his face, kiss him and let him know he was safe.

“I think you gave me the courage to finally do it,” he’d said. “Your courage…your acceptance of yourself and everyone else…even people who don’t really deserve it…you’re a beautiful person, Adam.”

I stood up to cross the room but he met me half way.

“I don’t…” he started to say something.

“Shut up,” I said, taking him in my arms, taking his mouth before he could talk himself out of the only sane thing that had happened in the past six months. I’ll remember that kiss for the rest of my days - sweet, almost forbidden…but mine.

With tears in eyes he said he thinks he's falling in love with me, pushing the words from between his lips so fast that I almost hadn’t heard them.

“Say it again,” I said softly, my heart beating like a drum between my ears. I’d waited so long to hear him say it.

“I think I love you,” he’d said, clearly that time, with confidence and a reverence that broke my heart and made it sing all at once.

After that Kris didn’t want to hide but he also didn’t want to take an ad out in Rolling Stone either. So he came out quietly to the other cast members and the people associated with the show. His manager, publicist and most of the cast were behind him, and to Kris’ pleasant surprise, so were his parents. Since then there had been pictures, “TMZ "exclusives", video and speculation. But Kris never turned me away and he never shied away from my kiss. So I let it be up to him to decide where and when he would discuss his own sexuality with the media.

Startling me from my reverie, Kris leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Earth to Adam....I wasn't the only one making noises last night, you know. I seem to remember..."

His breath was a caress against my ear, and I groaned, my dick hardening against the mattress. I rolled, pushing him to his back, laughing at the surprised look on his face.

"What exactly did you have in mind, Mr. Idol?" I asked, eyeing his cock. He was hard, already dripping pre-come. And I licked my lips in anticipation.

"Mm…we could do that," he said, moving his hips, rubbing his dick against mine. "Or we could go…out." Kris’ eyes sparkled, his lips quirking. Something told me that he wasn’t just talking about the straight little hole in the wall bars we went to with the other idols.

"Oh?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. He grinned in response. "Out where?" I asked, speculatively. I’d never been to Pittsburgh but if my boy wanted to go out, who was I to deny him? But I should have known that the Boy Scout had come prepared.

Kris smiled and reached up to twirl a blue streak of my hair in his fingers. "It just so happens that I’ve done my homework, Mr. Lambert. Get your guyliner on, we're going to Babylon!"

~~~~~~~~~~

Babylon was packed. I stood on the balcony, surveying my kingdom, wondering where my fucking prince has had run off to. He'd left me there to discuss the finer points of married life with Emmett and Ted. I rolled my eyes; married life wasn’t so fine when the only point made himself unavailable, I thought, eyes scanning the crowd for his little blond head.

I sipped my beer, making no attempt to engage the boys in conversation. I was too keyed up. It had been a long week. Justin had been away in New York getting ready for his art show and I’d been in five different states in as many days. I’d been looking forward to letting off a little steam.

I saw him then, engaged in conversation with someone I recognized from PIFA, an old friend. He had that look on his face, the one he wore when he didn’t really like someone but was caught in conversation.

“I’m gonna dance,” I mumbled to the boys. Neither stopped talking long enough to hear me so I took my leave. The masses parted as I took the floor, and I felt a small thrill knowing that all eyes were on me. I felt the thump of bass in my chest and closed my eyes, letting the rhythm of the music take me over. I knew it wouldn’t be long; Justin couldn’t resist.

Men flittered around, hesitantly approaching. I danced with them, waiting.

“Fuck off,” I heard behind me and I smirked, watching the men scatter like rats. Justin’s hands were at my hips and I opened my eyes. We rarely danced apart. Not by any sort of agreement, it just happened that way. When I see him moving, I want to move with him and he with me. It’s like a strange gravitational pull that we’d long ago stopped trying to explain.

His body fit perfectly against mine, his ass so firm and round in my hands. It felt good to just be with him, touch him. I had plans for him later but for the time being I was content to just dance while the rest of the world faded away into a hazy backdrop of writhing bodies.

We weren’t exactly monogamous. Our schedules kept us very busy and out of town a lot. But we knew it was only a matter of time, that everything else was a cheap imitation of what we had waiting at home. So why bother? But every now and then it happened, someone would rise out of the ranks of trolls - a hot ass, a sexy couple. We’d look at each other, knowing that we just had to have them - and we would.

And that’s what happened that night. Justin’s back was against my chest, my cock was hard and straining the confines of my jeans as he moved against me. My eyes were half-closed, my hands on Justin’s hips, fingers caressing the bare skin just above his low slung jeans. I opened my eyes and through the crowd I saw them.

In a spotlight they danced, a glittery god and his adoring acolyte. I couldn’t tear my eyes away and vaguely, I wondered if that’s what people thought when they look at Justin and me.

The god was tall, at least as tall as me. His eyes were heavily smudged with black and he wore a black t-shirt that dipped deeply revealing his chest and a light smattering of hair. He was covered in glitter and shimmered in the lights; his luscious lips curved into a smile. My eyes were drawn to the chains around his neck. One hung low, inviting my eyes down to where he’d poured himself into the tightest black pants I’d ever seen. Even from across the room I could see that he was gifted.

His large hand was curled around the tiny waist of his boy, who was handsome in the boy next door kind of way. His brown hair was spiked with sweat and some of his companion’s glitter lingered on his cheek, marking him, drawing attention to his soulful eyes.

He looked up into the gaze of his god as they danced, biting his lip. I felt my balls ache when the god rubbed his black tipped thumb across his boy’s lips before bending to kiss him.

I felt Justin’s groan and couldn’t help but wonder how the black tipped fingers would look against Justin’s pale skin, how the little one’s pouty lips would look wrapped around my cock.

Justin turned in my arms, a naughty look in his eyes.

“You want them?” I whispered in Justin’s ear and felt him nod. He cupped my dick in his hand and I throbbed at his touch.

“And so do you,” he purred, smirking up at me.

I smirked back and leaned down to kiss his lips. He knew me so well.

~~~~~~~~~~

Kris tasted fruity and strong, like a Cosmo with too much vodka. I sucked at his lips, smiling. I liked him this way, a little more relaxed, calm. He didn’t like the cameras or the intrusive reporters and when we were out in public he was always on guard. But he’d been drinking and leaned into my body with the relaxed familiarity that I was used to. It felt good to be out, dancing with Kris and away from the Idol machine.

I knew that people recognized us; there had been a little buzz through the club when we walked in.

“You know there’s going to be a flurry of youtube vids of us dancing together at a gay club, right?” I asked against his ear. He just looked up at me with his adoring eyes and shrugged.

“I don’t think I care,” was his only answer.

I pulled him closer, my hands in his hair, and my lips at his ear.

“I wanna see you bent over for me, your back wet with sweat, my cock in your ass,” I whispered and he groaned. Kris was a sucker for dirty talk and I loved to make him squirm.

I ran my thumb over his lips, I wanted to kiss him so much and I didn’t care about the cameras or the vigilante paparazzi. I just wanted my lips on his.

He opened for me, never hesitating, never hiding. I was so proud of him in so many ways. He was fearless but so humble. Sometimes he made me angry when he faded into the background, letting me soak up the limelight, letting me answer the questions. He still thinks I should have won and told me so every time I reminded him that HE is THE American Idol.

He was so full of shit sometimes but I loved him for it. I loved the way he looked at me.

“Come on, Baby, let’s get a drink before I drag you into the backroom,” I said, grabbing his hand.

“Backroom?” he said, scrunching his face. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I don’t think you’re ready for the backroom, yet, Krissy.”

“But what is it?” he asked as we approached the bar. I ordered two beers and jumped when someone bumped into me, spilling a little bit of their drink.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” he said, brushing at my chest. I smiled, grabbing his hand.

“It’s all right, it was just a little bit,” I said.

He looked up into my face and I saw horror dawn as he recognized me. “Oh! Oh my God,” he said, eyes flitting back and forth between Kris and me. “You’re Adam Lambert and Kris Allen! I watched you every single week! And voted until my fingers were sore!” he said, showing us his fingers as if he bore the war wounds of idolfinger.

Ever the gentleman, Kris stuck out his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“Well, aren’t you the little sweetie,” he said, a big smile revealing the most adorable, tiny gap between his teeth. “I’m Emmett. And this is my friend Ted.”

I smiled at them and shook their hands. Ted was a little on the quiet side but seemed very nice. They gushed about the show and asked about the concert.

“I was going to get tickets but by the time I got online the only thing left was nosebleed seats. But look at this! I got to meet the stars of the show anyway!” he said, putting his hand on my arm.

Kris was relaxed, leaning against the bar as we chatted. Emmett asked him point blank what was going on between us and he smiled as he answered him truthfully.

“We’re together. My wife outed me and sent me to Adam’s bed,” he joked. I couldn’t help but feel giddy to hear him admit it to someone outside the little Idol bubble.

“Actually this is my first time in a gay bar,” Kris said looking around. “I was just asking Adam what the backroom was. Is it as dirty as it sounds?”

“Dirtier,” came a voice from beside me. I turned around and came face to face with the most beautiful couple I’d ever seen. They exuded an energy, a pull that made you want to watch, to touch.

One dark and one light, like polar opposites yet so perfectly matched. I raised my eyebrow when he met my gaze and felt electricity sizzle up my spine.

“Well, you would know,” Ted said sarcastically. Emmett rolled his eyes.

“You’ll have to excuse my friend; he has a habit of butting into conversations. Adam, Kris, this is Brian and Justin.” Kris’ hand slipped into mine and he was at my side as the introductions were made. I couldn’t help but notice Kris’ attention to the other couple.

Kris had confessed a secret fantasy one night on the bus. I’d awoken to find him in my bunk, his body pressed to mine, his face in my chest as he worked my dick in his hot little hand. I came with his mouth around me, burying my face in the pillow, grateful that Kris' empty bunk was the one below mine.

We had whispered together, our faces pressed close, bodies entwined. He had hardened against my hip when I asked his secret fantasy.

"You," he'd breathed against my ear.

"That you already have and I'm not going anywhere...but I want you to experience everything your heart and body desires," I'd said, stroking my hand up his back, feeling the gentle rocking of the bus.

He was quiet for a moment and then very softly I heard him. "A foursome...you and me...another couple."

The thought of that, sharing Kris with another couple was enough to make me groan into my pillow.

"I'm sorry...it's stupid..."

"Shhh, it's not stupid...it's...fuck, it's making me hard again," I’d laughed, pulling him closer. I wanted to give him everything he wanted, everything he needed.

I’d made him promise to tell me when he met a couple he liked. I made him tell me what he wanted, how he wanted it. I wanted to make sure that if I ever got the chance to grant my boy’s desire that he would be fully satisfied.

He’d been so hard, so needy that night, coming in my hand after only a few strokes, his face flushed, hands fisted in the sheets. He’d fallen asleep with his face pressed into my chest but the thought of sharing him with the deserving couple of his choice was like fire in my veins. I laid awake, watching the sun rise through the little window, my arms full of the best thing that had ever happened to me.

But he hadn’t said a word about our discussion since then. I’d almost forgotten about it until he squeezed my hand and raised his eyebrows at me, bringing the entire conversation back into the forefront of my mind.

“Charmed,” Brian said, his eyes meeting mine. I felt his gaze, like the heat of his hand on my shoulder.

“Nice to meet you,” Justin said with a flirty smile, taking a beer from Brian. He looked at Kris, eyes skimming his body. “So this is your first time out?”

“You could say that,” Kris laughed. “I’ve never been to a gay bar before and read about this one on-line. It got amazing reviews.”

“Well, it should, I certainly sink enough money into it,” Brian said, sipping his beer.

Justin poked his side. “Brian is actually the owner of Babylon,” he explained with an adoring smile.

“Really?” I said, looking around, impressed. Unlike Kris, I’d been to my share of gay clubs. And Babylon was incredible. "You can tell you put a lot of work into it. I read the display out front…the place was really bombed a few years ago?"

"Justin nodded sadly. "Yeah, but Brian put a lot of work and money into bringing it back and better than ever." He smiled brightly, looking up at the man he obviously adored.

I saw a crack in Brian's stoic façade as he looked down into Justin's face. You could see it in his eyes, the love he had for Justin ran deep.

The music transitioned and Justin perked up. “Oh, I love this song! Come on,” he said grabbing Brian’s hand. But then he turned to Kris and me. “You too, come dance with us,” he said taking Kris’ hand.

Kris’ eyes shot to mine and I almost laughed. “Wanna dance?” I asked, taking Kris’ other hand.

“Um, sure,” he said with a crooked grin, letting Justin pull him out on the floor.

Looking back at Emmett and Ted I waved goodbye. “Nice to meet you!”

Emmett was laughing and shaking his head. “You too! Have a good time, Baby!” I heard him say before I was swallowed by the crowd.

I found them on the floor, Kris’ eyes met mine and I smiled as I watched him move with Justin and Brian. Justin saw me approach and pulled me close to him, his back to my chest. His ass was amazing and it wasn’t long before he was grinding it on my dick. I grasped his hips and watched his hands travel Kris’ stomach and over his chest.

Brian didn’t waste any time, his lips were on Kris’ ear. I couldn’t make out what he was saying but Kris’ eyes closed for a moment, his cheeks flushing deliciously.

Looking into my eyes, Brian licked Kris' earlobe, gently biting and sucking as Kris' head fell back, giving him room. My dick was hard against Justin's ass and watching Kris' face as Brian kissed a wet trail down his neck made me groan.

Justin pushed back, grinding to the music. My fingers strayed beneath the hem of his shirt to touch his stomach. His skin was soft and he purred in my arms when I traced the fine line of hair down to where it disappeared beneath his jeans.

Kris' eyes were fixed to where I touched Justin and he reached out to trace the line that I had traced. He wetted his lips and looked at me, almost as if asking permission. I smiled, encouraging him. He smiled back and touched my hand.

I was the only man Kris had been with. And even before me he hadn't exactly been promiscuous. There had only been a handful of encounters before Katie. He wanted it, his fantasy come to life, but was a little nervous about what I was thinking. How I would react.

But the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. I saw his love, his appreciation, his desire and most of all his promise - his heart was mine.

~~~~~~~~~~

Adam was a top but I wanted his ass around my dick so bad I could taste it. I watched him move, eyes dark and mysterious, his lips so full and plump. I wanted to see them around Justin’s dick. Kris' body was tight and firm as he moved with Adam. I could tell he was a little shy - he’d admitted himself that was his first time at a club. But then I’d had experience with a virgin, I knew how to be nice…sweet even. And I knew what Justin was thinking; I could see his little blond head working.

Justin knew that Kris was new to the scene and was going to want to make it an event. But looking at the couple, I really didn’t have a problem with that. They were insanely hot. Adam’s bad boy look was tempered with a beautiful, angelic face. Kris’ innocence was made all the more intense by his wicked grin and flirty eyes.

I had an image of Adam above me, riding my cock, eyeliner streaked and smudged, plump lips around Kris’ cock as Justin fucks him from behind.

I pushed my hands into Justin hair and pressed my forehead to his, a moment for us - just his scent, his touch. I kissed him then, needing to taste him, feel his mouth on mine. I pushed my tongue inside and he sucked it, pressing his body closer. Pulling back, I breathed him in and whispered my love, basking a little in the sunshine.

~~~~~~~~~~

With Kris in my arms and Justin in Brian's, I let my lips skim his, gently at first and then deeper. Dimly I was aware that if anyone had taken video that night, it would end all of the speculation. But Kris didn't hesitate and so I let go. I cupped his ass in my hands, pressing my hard cock to his as we danced. Brian and Justin were beside us and I could feel their heat.

“They're beautiful,” Kris breathed against my ear and I couldn’t argue. They were organic, as if they ruled, kings among men. People were watching them and really, who could blame them? But it gave me a little thrill to see that people watched Kris and me in much the same way.

I loved the possessive way they held each other and the love that was evident in their eyes. I watched as they kissed softly, then more intently, Brian pushing his tongue into Justin's mouth. I watched their tongues play and wanted to taste them both.

Kris let out a little moan and I looked down at him. His eyes were riveted to the couple, his fist curled in my t-shirt. I leaned down with a little smirk, knowing the look in his eyes.

"You want them?" I asked, breathy in his ear. “They’re yours, Baby, just say the word.” I wanted to hear him say it.

Kris nodded. “Yeah,” he breathed and then smiled up at me, eyes lusty and playful.

Glitter fell from the rafters and I looked up, laughing. How appropriate.

Kris’ face was filled with amusement and he held out his hands to catch it.

When I looked down, Justin was smiling up at Brian like the rays of the sun, his hair shimmering. They looked at us and danced closer. Justin put his hands on Kris' chest, caressed him softly. I saw lust burning in Brian's eyes as he danced with me, his mouth at my ear.

"Let's get out of here," he said, his hand on my back, trailing down to cup my ass.

~~~~~~~~~~

On the ride home Justin moved close and unbuttoned my jeans. “I like them,” he said taking out my cock and slowly stroking it, whispering in my ear.

I nodded, trying to concentrate on driving at the same time.

“They’re in love.”

His hand was hot and I’d been so hard but his grip was light, tender - as if he knew how close I was.

“And you know that this is Kris’ first time with a group…” Justin let his comment hang in the air as he worked my dick so slowly. I wanted to stop the car, close my eyes and let him work his magic.

“They’re both so hot; I can’t wait to see Adam suck your dick. His lips are delicious.”

“Mmmm, now that’s a vision. Would you let him fuck you?” I asked. I loved to watch Justin get fucked. But he didn’t let many men do it.

I felt him smile against my cheek, his breath a warm caress as his nimble fingers circle the head of my throbbing cock.

“Yeah, I want all of them…and then all I want is you,” he said softly as we pulled up to a stop light. I turned to look at him, raising my eyebrow. His face was soft and radiant.

“Just me?” I asked, my heart beating faster. That was the last thing I suspected he’d say. He smiled brightly and dipped lower to caress my balls.

“Just you. I mean we’re about to fuck the only two people who’ve managed to turn my head in years. Why bother?”

The light turned green and I thought about what he’d said while he worked my cock, slowly gaining pace as we got closer to the loft. What he’d said mirrored my own thoughts. I hadn’t really been with anyone but Justin since he’d moved back from New York, not with any kind of regularity - just a quick blow job now and then.

And I thought of the men in the cab behind us. What a perfect way to say farewell to Brian Kinney - Stud of Liberty Avenue?

Justin leaned down to take me in his mouth, warm, wet and divine. I pulled into my space at the loft and let him suck me, his tongue so sweet as it flicked the head of my dick, dipped into my slit. When I came he swallowed me, sucking the come from my balls like a shot from a gun. I threw my head back, groaning, gripping his hair as my hips bucked, pushing my dick deeper into his throat.

Justin sat up, the little Cheshire cat grin on his luscious mouth, the one he always gets when he blows me. He knows how good he is and Justin takes pride in his work. I pulled him closer and he kissed me, my come on his tongue. I sucked it and already felt my dick begin to harden.

I held him close, feeling his heart beat wildly against my chest. “No rules tonight. Only condoms,” I agreed as he pulled back, eyes twinkling in the street lamp light.

“Of course,” he looked at me dumbly and scrambled to get out of the car. I’m left laughing to myself. I’d taught him well.

~~~~~~~~~~

They took us back to their place; Kris and I followed in a cab, grateful that the handlers had agreed to fuck off for the night. It was a loft apartment, beautifully done and very chic. But it had a bit of an unlived in feel to it that I couldn’t help but wonder about.

Brian poured us drinks and we talked to Justin while he jumped in the shower. Justin smirked after him and sat down with us. He was an artist and a damn talented one at that. One wall behind the television featured a large, brightly colored canvas and his artwork was displayed around the loft.

Justin asked about us, where we were from and what we did. I confessed that we were from American Idol and his face lit up. “Oh my God! That’s where I know you from!” he laughed. “Emmett called me every week to ask if I’d watched the show. I didn’t get much time to watch but I remember you. You’re both very talented.”

“Let’s hope so,” Brian said, walking down the short set of stairs that led up to what appeared to be the bedroom in nothing but a towel.

Justin rolled his eyes and explained who we are. Brian seemed sufficiently unimpressed and I had to laugh. I watched him down a shot of Jim Beam, the liquid sliding smoothly down his throat. His towel barely clung to his hips and I had the urge to reach out and remove it. He was watching me watch him and met my eyes, raising his eyebrow in invitation.

“You boys about ready?” he asked, striding confidently back up the steps. With a flick of his thumb, Brian’s towel hit the floor. I watched his bare ass, the muscles flexing as he walked, and felt a shift in my attention. Small talk was suddenly forgotten.

Their bed was like an altar, set up on a platform and lit like a stage. It seemed our hosts took pride in their performance. I smiled to myself and shrugged out of my jacket, laying it aside. Brian was on the bed already, naked and smoking a joint. His body was amazing - long and lean, bronze and sleek. His cock was hard but he ignored it, watching us instead.

I leaned down to take off my boots but Kris was there with a little smirk, knowing what a pain in the ass they were.

“I got you,” he said, kneeling to help me.

“Sit down,” Justin commanded softly, guiding me to the end of the bed. Bare-chested, he knelt beside Kris, his fingers trailing down my leg, pushing back the tight denim to help slide off my boot.

Justin’s eyes sparkled when he looked at Kris. I watched them exchange a look and felt my pulse flutter with excitement. Kris unbuttoned my pants and I lifted my hips as they slid them down my legs.

I felt the bed dip and Brian moved closer, handing me his joint. I accepted and drew deeply, pulling the smoke deep into my lungs and holding it, slowly letting it out. I closed my eyes as he took it from my fingers. When I opened my eyes he was looking at me. Eyes heavy with lust, Brian traced my lips with his fingertip. I parted them and lapped his finger with my tongue before sucking it. Looking up into his eyes, I wanted to kiss the smirk off of his face.

I felt their hands on my thighs, pushing them open, making room. I moaned a little looking down, beautiful lips leaning forward to taste me. My cock was hard and their hot little mouths felt amazing. Justin’s tongue was warm and wet around the head while Kris sucked gently at my balls.

Brian took off my shirt, his fingers grazing my back as my arms lifted over my head. I looked down and Kris’ eyes met mine as he and Justin licked a wet trail up my shaft, caressing the head, their tongues touching, flicking together around my cock.

Brian passed the joint around and eventually it got to me again. I took another hit, relaxing, enjoying. I wanted the moment to slow down, wanted to feel every lap of their tongues and stroke of their hands. Brian’s hand was in Justin’s hair, softly playing, watching as they took turns sucking me.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of Brian's dick. It was perfectly shaped, long and thick. I could see a little drop of pre-com at the tip and licked my lips, wanting to taste him.

“Don’t be shy. Suck it,” Brian’s voice was a gravely whisper and I could have come right there, spilling over the boys’ faces.

~~~~~~~~~~

I stood up, moving to the side of Adam’s open thighs, giving the boys some room to work. Adam's lips were shiny and plump and when I touched them he sucked my finger. His face was like an angel's but his eyes…his eyes were pure sin. He looked up at me, full of promise. His rings were cold on my thighs as they slid to my hips and when he took my cock in his hand I moaned, feeling the metal on my skin.

His tongue was like velvet as it slid up my shaft - warm, wet and delicious. He traced the ridges of my head, lapping in between. I breathed out when he swallowed me, slowly working me deeper down his throat until I wanted to grab his hair and fuck his mouth, rub my dick on his pretty face.

I closed my eyes and let him suck me, listening to the soft wet slurps and moans from Justin and Kris. Adam hummed around my cock, and my hips jutted forward. His hands were on my ass, squeezing, spreading my cheeks, pushing, and encouraging me to thrust.

I looked down and he opened for me, eyes dark and lusty - begging me. I put my hand on his cheek, pushed my fingers into his perfect hair. I could feel the pull of product as I raked my fingers through it - thick and dark. Fuck, so perfect. I wanted to mess him up, see what he looks like when he's come undone.

He moaned when I thrust, shallow at first, watching his reaction. But he wanted more, worked his tongue when I pushed harder, deeper. I looked to where Justin and Kris were sucking his cock, their lips wet with spit and pre-come. Justin smiled up at me as he flicked his tongue across the head of Adam’s dick, his blue eyes sparking when Adam moaned. I shuttered, feeling his pleasure in my own cock.

Groaning, I pulled my dick from his mouth, gently rubbing the tip across his slippery lips. He smirked, the lights above the bed glittering in his eyes and making his skin sparkle. Kris was kissing a trail up Adam’s chest, flicking his tongue over his nipple. Adam’s black tipped fingers pushed into his messy hair.

Kris’ body was tight and tiny but his cock was perfect and long. Justin touched his back, stroking it softly. Kris pushed Adam to his back and straddled his thighs, rubbing their cocks together. I knelt behind him, pressing my cock against his ass. He leaned against my chest and I reached around him and took their cocks in my hand, so thick and throbbing. I felt Kris move against me, his ass rubbing my dick.

I kissed his neck, looking down into Adam’s eyes. His lips were parted slightly, the freckles on his chest stood out in the glowing light above the bed, little dots I suddenly wanted to connect with my tongue.

Adam touched Justin's hip, his large hand inviting him closer. I licked a line to Kris' earlobe and nibbled, sucked, whispered dirty little things in his ear.

Kris turned to Justin, his eyes closed, lips swollen. When their lips met I couldn't help but stare. I knew the taste of Justin, the smell of him. Seeing him in that act, the act that had been taboo so early in our relationship - it made me harder than watching him suck cock.

Adam was stroking Justin's cock, watching them kiss with a dazed little smile. He looked up at me and licked his lips. He sat up, pressing Kris between us, and kissed me. He tasted like Beam and my dick. His tongue was insistent and I let him in. More aggressive than Justin, seductive and wild, he didn't ask, he took, and I couldn't help but think it was a little like kissing myself. I pushed back, taking control, nipping his lower lip with my teeth. He moaned into my lips, giving me the feeling that maybe he liked it a little rough sometimes.

I pulled back with a little wet pop and reached to rub my thumb on his lips. “I want to see these around Justin’s dick,” I said and he smiled, the corner of his lip going up a little bit.

He lay down and Justin knelt at his side. Adam twisted just a bit and kissed the tip of Justin’s dick, flashing his come fuck me eyes as he swallowed him down. Justin’s moan made my cock throb with need and I thought maybe I’d waited long enough until I was sidetracked by a thought - both of their sweet little asses, so close together.

I watched Adam work Justin’s dick, mesmerized by the slick shaft as it emerged from between his lips. His long tongue flicking and lapping until Justin’s eyes were closed, lips parted in ecstasy.

“You too, suck his cock,” I whispered into Kris’ ear and he bent forward to join Adam.

I kissed a trail down Kris’ back and almost groaned when I saw them together, spread out wide for my tongue. I gently grasped Kris’ ass, squeezed and spread him open. He moaned when I ran my finger down his crack and circled his hole. Justin’s lust blown eyes met mine over their backs and he bit his lower lip when I did it again, transferring Kris’ pleasure to his dick.

Their hips rocked, rubbing each other’s cocks, their balls rolling together. I trailed my fingers down, caressing Kris and then Adam, teasing with a touch, a kiss, and puff of breath until they were writhing and Justin was moaning his pleasure.

I opened them up, one with my tongue, the other with my fingers and then alternating. I slipped a pillow under Adam's ass, tilting him slightly. Gently, I sucked his balls, licked the flat spot behind them.

Kris writhed when I tongued him - gentle at first, pushing deeper when he begged with a backward thrust of his hips.

They were open, wet with my spit and begging for dick. I looked down the line of Kris’ back to meet Adam’s gaze. His eyes were heavy, his bottom lip between his teeth. He tugging gently on Kris’ hair, pulling him up for a kiss and then they moved to their knees.

Kris looked at Justin, a little shy. Justin smiled and kissed him, their lips wet, tongues caressing. Adam’s hand was in Justin’s hair and then slipped lower to caress his back and cup his ass. He licked Justin’s nipple, bit it gently and flicked it with his tongue. Adam reached for my cock, stroking slowly, the same easy rhythm with which he stroked Kris. Adam’s lips were sinful and I couldn’t help but drink my fill, sucking them, flicking my tongue across his and wrapping my hand around his dick.

His dick was perfection - long, thick and so hard in my hand. He shaved and was deliciously smooth and soft. I caressed his balls, rolled them in my hand and gently tugged, eliciting a little moan. Adam pushed me back then - the tips of his fingers on my chest. Looking into my eyes he smirked and took a condom from the bowl beside the bed.

He intrigued me, and so I let him, wondering what he would do. On my back, looking up at him, the blue of his eyes so bright, his skin sparkling with glitter and freckles.

Biting his lip, Adam rolled the condom down my shaft and slicked the length of me with lube. He straddled my hips and bent to kiss me as he took me inside. I opened for his insistent tongue, let him take my mouth and groaned as he sank lower on my dick. I ran my hands up his strong thighs, and gripped his ass. Round and firm, he felt so good around me. I watched his face as he began to move his hips. Eyes closed, lips parted, his hair fell over one eye and I pushed it back. I didn't want to miss the show.

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Brian stroked my cock as I rode him, rising up on my knees and slowly sinking down. I moved slowly, wanting to savor the sharp sting, the sweet fullness. I angled my hips to feel him stroke my prostate and squeezed, swallowing his moan in a kiss.

At my side Justin had Kris bent over, rubbing the head of his condom covered dick over Kris' hole. Brian threaded his fingers in Kris' hair, drawing him close. Leaning back, I watched as Brian whispered something softly and gently kissed Kris’ lips as Justin entered him.

Kris' body was so taut with desire. He threw his head back with a groan and Justin caressed the small of his back until Kris pushed back, asking for more. They were beautiful, moving together, Justin thrusting, Kris' tongue playing with Brian's before Brian guided him down to suck my cock while he fingered Justin’s ass.

Caressing Kris' face, I held him, thrusting between his pretty lips and down his throat as I rose up on Brian's cock. Moaning, I thrust a little deeper. I could feel the vibrations of the little noises Kris was making and saw that Brian was touching him, caressing his body, squeezing his ass and then reaching for his cock.

Justin's eyes were closed, his full bottom lip between his teeth, grunting softly as he thrust his hips. I wanted inside his ass, imagined how it would feel so ripe and plump in my hands, the way he would moan for my dick, beg for more.

Brian pushed up inside me and I gripped the sheets - I wasn't ready for the ride to end and tried to hold on. But I felt it, that little tingling at the base of my spine, the warmth spreading through my body. The room was filled with the sound of flesh on flesh - slick, wet and erotic. Kris was moaning around me, little incoherent noises. Justin moved faster, his hips snapping. Kris came hard, swallowing my dick, taking Justin’s as his body rocked with spasms. Brian’s hand was around Kris’ cock, milking every last drop of come.

I felt my control slipping but Brian was right there, slowing things down. Bodies shifted and in the lusty haze I followed Brian’s lead, pulling off of his cock. Justin lay on his back, spread for me and I groaned. He was beautiful and open.

“I want to see you fuck his tight little ass while your man swallows his cock,” Brian breathed in my ear. My cock throbbed as he rolled the condom down its length. His eyes shining wickedly, Kris kissed me as he straddled Justin’s head. Everyone thought Kris Allen was a perfect little church boy. But I knew better. He was wicked, and I loved him.

Tight, hot and needy, Justin took my cock inside with a loud groan. I closed my eyes as I slid deep, feeling him grip me, resisting the urge to let go. Slowly I worked him open, watching Kris swallow his cock. Speeding up, pushing deeper I tugged at Kris’ hair, making him groan around Justin, feeling the way Justin squeezed in reaction. I pushed his legs higher and angled my thrusts.

“Hear that?” Brian said behind me, his cock hard against the curve of my ass. I wanted him to push inside, fuck me while I took his partner.

“He’s gonna come soon. He’s so close,” Brian’s voice was so raw, his breath hot on my neck.

“Fuck me,” I whispered and he pushed his hips, letting me feel the throb of his cock.

“Oh, I plan to,” he said. “Right after you make Justin come down your boy’s throat.”

“Fuck!” I exclaimed and snapped forward, rocking my hips hard and fast.

“I want to suck his come from Kris’ lips,” Brian said and I knew Kris had heard because I felt him groan and watched him move his body, fuck Justin’s mouth.

They came together, Justin’s body gripped my dick as he pushed deeper into Kris. Kris’ sweat slicked back was taut as his hips rolled slowly. I loved to watch him do that. Brian grasped my cock and slowly pulled me from Justin’s body.

“Slowly, he’ll feel so empty after being filled by you,” he said softly, rolling the condom off of my cock, gently stroking it.

I leaned back against him, let him work my dick while the boys untangled. They came to us then - Justin to me, Kris to Brian. Justin’s lips were pink and plump from Kris’ cock. He kissed me slowly, pushing Kris’ come into my mouth. I groaned and held his head, thrusting my tongue inside him, not wanting to miss a drop. He bit my lip and I groaned - my body so tight with need. He pulled back and smiled like the Cheshire cat.

Kris moved closer and I caught his eyes, so blissfully fucked, I couldn’t help but grin. He looked like a debauched school boy. I kissed him, tasting Justin, tasting Brian - but under it all was Kris and I savored him.

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Justin was languid with pleasure. His kiss was soft and slow, exquisitely mine. I cradled his face, my thumbs caressing his flushed cheeks. He leaned into my embrace and pressed his forehead to mine.

“Fuck him,” he whispered. “I want to see you fuck him…make him come.”

I groaned and kissed him again, a little deeper, licking the dirty words from his mouth. I loved the way he tasted.

I reached for Adam, pushed him to his back. He was so hard his cock throbbed when I touched him, stroking slowly, relaxing his body. Justin grabbed a condom and put it on me. Adam’s eyes followed his every movement, moaning when Justin stroked my shaft with lube. Kris lay at his side, touching his body, pinching his nipples and I asked Justin to do the same. Adam’s eyes slipped closed and his mouth opened.

He spread himself for me, moaned when I pressed my cock-head to his entrance. I heard him whisper please and was taken aback at the way he’d given himself to us - he and Kris had held nothing back.

He was still open and. slick and he cursed when I pushed inside. I watched his face, seeing every thrust and stroke reflected there in the twitch of his Elvis sneer, or the biting of his lips. His hair was a mess, his eyeliner smudged down his cheek and he moaned for more of my dick.

Adam squeezed around me, rocked his hips, taking me deep as the boys caressed him - licking his nipples, sucking his cock. Their lips were shiny with spit as they took turns swallowing Adam’s dick. I moaned, unable to tear my eyes away. They flicked the head with their tongues and I pulled almost all the way out of him then slowly stroked across his prostate.

“Fucking hell,” he murmured, body writhing. I pushed his legs higher and let go - pumping into him, wanting to see him come, his cock pleasured between Justin and Kris’ lips and tongues, his angel face awash in decadent, erotic pleasure.

With my eyes half closed, I watched the storm approach. His body tightened around me. Gripping the sheets he closed his eyes, grimacing, showing me his perfect teeth. I pounded harder and Justin swallowed him, moving faster. Then Kris - working his dick while I filled his ass with my cock.

He came in a glorious rush; his head thrown back, mouth open, spilling come all over the boys’ faces. He writhed, gripping my dick as I milked the pleasure from his body.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed, the only coherent word he’d spoken. But it sent a shiver of need through my body. I thrust again, deep, surrounded by him, my ears ringing with his moans.

Like a blinding flash of white, I let go, feeling his hands on my arms, pulling me down to meet his lips. It seemed to last forever and I rode each wave, felt each spasm through my body. He kissed me, wet and needy, rocking his hips, gasping when I stroked his prostrate.

I could feel hands on my body and was acutely aware of Justin. He stroked my skin, whispered his love in my ear. I smiled against Adam’s shoulder and pushed up. He was a beautiful mess but I rather liked him this way - more real, messed up and perfectly fucked.

Adam moaned when I pulled out slowly, smiling up at me when I was free and reaching for Kris. I collapsed beside him, his skin sweaty and warm against mine. We lay tangled together; the only sound was of our breathing and the wet smack of kisses.

I dozed off, content and complacent in the little nest of bodies. Justin’s hand was in mine, our fingers twined and clutched at my heart. Dimly I remembered our promise and knew without a doubt I was ready. Kris was delicious, Adam was amazing but I couldn’t wait to get them the fuck out of there. Justin would always be enough for me.

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“Fuck!” Kris’ voice woke me, bringing me up through the layers of sleep to realize that something was wrong. There was too much light in the room. Squinting, I looked around to see Kris’ little body spring from the bed.

“Adam, we gotta go, the buses leave in an hour and we reek of sex. We need to get back to the hotel!” he said, panicked. His words sunk in.

Idol, concert, busses….OH!

“Fuck!” I said, leaping to action.

“Shower here, it will be faster,” Brian mumbled into his pillow. I looked at Kris and he agreed with a nod.

“We’ll call you a cab!” Justin called after us and I yelled back my thanks.

Showered and smelling much better, we dressed quickly and found Justin in the kitchen, a loose pair of sweats clinging to his hips and two deliciously steaming cups of coffee ready to go.

Brian followed us, still naked, his hair standing out in a million directions, looking like a sex god, even at five-thirty in the morning. He went to Justin’s side and sleepily kissed his lips, accepting a cup and emptying half the sugar container into it.

I laughed and went to collect our things. They walked us to the door and Brian seemed awkward, as if he felt strange doing so. Justin hugged us both, Brian kissed us on the cheek and I couldn’t help but laugh at the strangeness of it, considering the night we’d had.

But as we left I watched them, hand in hand - a strange light in Justin’s eyes. He looked up at Brian and smiled, face full of sunshine and love. Brian touched his cheek and smiled back, rolling his lips between his teeth as he slammed the door.

Kris sighed as he leaned against me, the hum of the elevator taking us down to the first floor.

“I somehow get the impression that we were it for them,” he said softly.

I looked down into his face and smiled, gently touched his cheek.

“Me too,” I said, nodding in agreement. His hair was soft in my hand and I kissed his head, the scent of unfamiliar soap making me wrinkle my nose.

“How do you feel?” I asked, wondering when we’d get a chance to shower again. I missed Kris’ scent.

“Amazing,” he said into my chest. “But I…I think they might have been it for me too,” he said, looking shyly up into my eyes.

My stomach clenched with overwhelming love and I pulled him closer.

“You know…if that’s okay with you. If I’m…you know…enough.”

The elevator came to a stop and I took his face in my hands. Softly I kissed him, savoring the taste, minty…Kris. He wilted into my body but I made him look at me, look me in the eye.

“Enough?” I laughed. “You will always be too much, Kris Allen. And I love you,” I said softly, watching joy light his face.

The cab was waiting outside and we slipped inside, no longer in too much of a hurry.