One Bad Idea - Part 4
Kris used the key Adam had given him to open the door. He stopped in the living room. Adam was sprawled out on the couch in nothing but his briefs, an empty bottle of whiskey on the table in front of him and a glass lying on its side on the floor. It smelled like a fucking brewery in there. Adam must have really tied one on last night. Kris frowned; he thought Adam was going to be with his mother. His phone rang and he headed toward the kitchen to answer it and make a pot of coffee.
"Hello?"
"Kris, Peter. Where are you two?"
Kris blinked and looked at his phone. There was nothing planned for this morning. "At Adam’s, why?"
"Oh. Adam was supposed to call this morning and give me an update on how the new songs are coming. Where is he?"
"Er, he’s in the living room but…"
"Oh good. Put him on."
"Ah, I can’t." Kris bit his lip.
"What? Why not?"
"He’s occupied."
"He’s got a man there? I didn’t think he was seeing anyone."
"I’ll have him call you in a while?" Kris wasn’t about to tell Peter Adam was passed out on the couch.
"Yeah, one hour." Peter hung up the phone.
Kris sighed and made the coffee, taking a cup into Adam and shook him. "Adam?"
"Go away." Adam mumbled out. "Sleeping."
"Adam, come on. You’ve got to drink some coffee and wake up. You have to call Peter in an hour."
"Fuck Peter."
Kris smiled. "He’s not my type. Come on, sit up." Kris went to the bathroom and took some Motrin from a bottle, padded back to the kitchen and got Adam a glass of water. He almost swallowed his tongue when he went back into the living room. Adam had shifted his position and he could see his balls. "Damn," he whispered. He shook his head to clear it of the lust that swept through him and walked over to the man. "Adam, sit the fuck up, take these, drink this water and then drink your coffee."
Adam cursed but did as Kris instructed.
Kris watched Adam swallow the pills down, his Adam’s apple bobbing and he couldn’t help but think about Adam’s lips wrapped around his cock. Damn, his dick went hard so he sat down to hide it. "What the hell happened to you last night?"
Adam groaned and took a sip of coffee. "Mom had a date."
"Oh, so you stayed home and got drunk?" Kris was confused.
"Well, I can’t call my PA on Sundays now can I?"
Kris’s face scrunched up. "You have friends; you don’t need to call me."
Adam snorted. "My friends all had plans and dates. Fuckers!"
"So?"
Adam rolled his eyes. "You don’t understand what it’s like."
Kris adjusted himself and moved around, trying to tame his hard on. "I’m sure I don’t."
"Don’t fucking be sarcastic with me! It’s hard being me!"
"I’m not being sarcastic. Don’t be such a prickly bastard."
"Don’t insult my mother!"
"Fuck you! You’re even worse with a hangover. No wonder Peter couldn’t find anyone to work with you. Dick!" Kris headed up the stairs. At least he didn’t have to worry about his hard on anymore. Adam took care of that. "Speaking of Peter, call him soon." Kris slammed his door shut.
Two hours later Adam opened his bedroom door.
"Knock first, asshole." Kris bit out. "What if I had been getting dressed or something?"
"Fuck you. I’ve already seen you naked. Stop being so homophobic."
Kris rolled his eyes. "If I was, I wouldn’t be here, living in your house, would I?"
"You’re just getting paid a shit load of money, that’s why you’re here. Come on, I have work to do."
Kris could hear Adam stomping down the stairs. He shook his head, grabbed his jacket and headed down himself. Adam was waiting for him at the door.
"Call and make a reservation for a fitting at that store we were in the other day. Tell them it’s for me and tell them nothing but McQueen."
Kris made his mouth into a thin line but called and set up the appointment for later that evening. While he was on the phone, Adam took it and started giving the woman on the other end of the line instructions. He handed Kris’ phone back to him.
"Where are we going?"
Adam smirked. "I have to meet Peter and let him hear the songs I’ve been working on so far. He wants a progress update since I’m famously slow with my albums. And then, we’re going to buy a McQueen suit."
"And you need me for that because…?"
"Because you’re my PA, Kris. Get used to it." Adam snapped, climbing into the back of the Limo. "Get in bitch."
Kris rolled his eyes as he got into the car. "You’re an evil man, Adam Lambert."
"You don’t know the half of it, buddy." He heard Adam mumble.
Kris snorted. "Why are you always so….I don’t know, hateful?"
"Fuck you, I’m not hateful, you just won’t cooperate and do what I want."
"Whatever man. I’m not your slave, hell, I’m not even YOUR employee…boss." Kris grinned. Adam hated being called boss.
"Shut up or I’ll have Peter fire you."
Kris laughed, "Good luck with that, man."
Adam grinned at him, "I could always tell him we’re sleeping together."
Kris’s eyes got wide. "You wouldn’t dare!"
Adam leaned in closer, his breath ghosting across Kris’ face. "Wouldn’t I?"
Kris’s pulse quickened. He could smell Adam’s cologne and his cock twitched in his jeans but he didn’t move away. That would show Adam he was afraid. Instead he moved in closer, their lips almost touching. "No you wouldn’t. Peter wouldn’t believe you anyway."
Adam brushed their lips together and pulled back quickly. Kris felt a zing go through his body at the intimate caress of Adam’s lips over his.
"Fine." Adam said. "I’ll just tell him you kissed me." Grinning like a madman, he sat back against the seat.
"I hate you Lambert." Kris gasped.
"No you don’t." Adam pointed down at Kris’ crotch. "You’re dick likes me."
Kris’s face turned five shades of red. "So? That doesn’t mean shit, man."
Adam continued to grin at him. "In my world, that usually mean all systems go for launch."
"I’m not an astronaut and neither are you, asshole. Don’t ever kiss me again."
Laughing, Adam said, "You kissed me, remember? At least that’s what I’m telling Peter."
"He won’t believe it. I’m telling you, he won’t."
Adam leaned back into his space so fast; Kris didn’t have time to move out of the way. "Really?"
Kris pushed Adam back. "Stop with this shit, Adam. It’s annoying."
"Cause it turns you on Kristopher?"
"And don’t call me that. That’s what my mother calls me."
"But your mother loves me."
"So?" Kris was coming unhinged. He needed more space between them but didn’t know how to get it. He thought for a minute and then grabbed the back of Adam’s head, pulled him into him and kissed him hard. "Now you will be telling Peter the truth!" He spat as he pushed Adam away.
He didn’t look into Adam’s eyes, if he had, he would have seen the look of pure lust running through them.
"Maybe you aren’t so straight."
"I never said I was. You assumed."
"You’re not gay; you’re just fucking with me."
Kris shrugged. There was no way he was going to say one way or the other. Some things, Adam didn’t need to know about him. No matter what his cock thought about it.
Kris had been sitting here for two hours while Adam picked out his Grammy ensemble. He was bored out of his mind. He had been checking twitter and all of Adam’s followers now knew he was Adam’s new PA. What a nightmare. He had gained thirty thousand followers in a matter of days. They were asking him all kinds of questions and giving him warnings to be good to Adam. His mother was preening on twitter, so proud that her son was working with Adam. Adam’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts.
"What?"
"Do you EVER listen to me?" Adam grumbled.
"What is it now, diva? Break a nail?"
"Fuck no. It’s your turn." Adam pointed to the sales girl.
"Huh? No it’s not." Kris shook his head.
"Yes it is." Adam insisted.
"No it’s not. I don’t like this designer." Kris went back to his phone but it was gone in a flash as Adam stuck it in his pocket. "Go!" Adam pointed again.
"No! Give me back my phone."
"Nope, not ‘til you get fitted for a suit. You need one."
Kris scowled at Adam. "I don’t like any of those suits."
"Tough."
"No."
"Yes." Adam waved his phone at him.
"Fine!" Kris went over to the girl.
"Fine", Adam snarked back.
The poor woman looked like she didn’t know what to do. "Are you sure you two aren’t dating?"
"Yes!" They both yelled at the same time.
She giggled and asked Kris what he was looking for. He leaned in close, whispering, "Do you have anything in plaid?"
Her eyes got wide and she smiled. "We have some beautiful Gucci suits that might work for you, sir. Right this way."
Kris followed the girl as she led him toward a rack that held a grey suit with blue, a darker grey and a lighter grey plaid pattern. He liked it instantly. She found his size, picked out the correct shirt to match the blue in the suit and pants, along with a belt and shoes. "Go try these on and then come back and let me see." Her eyes twinkled. "You know Mr. Lambert will die, but just tell him not to dis the Gucci."
Kris grinned at her. "Cool. It’s nice to get one over on him. How can he argue with Gucci?"
She laughed as Kris stepped into the dressing room. "Oh he’ll argue but to no avail as long as it looks good on you."
Kris liked her even better now. She was on his side, even if the blue was the same color as Adam’s eyes.
When he stepped out with the outfit on, the girls eyes widened remarkably. "You look…stunning."
He rubbed the back of his neck, embarrassed. "I’m still just me."
"Mr. Lambert will baulk at the plaid but love it anyway. Come on."
She led Kris back out to where Adam was…playing on Kris’ phone?
"Hey, man! Don’t be messing with my phone." Kris stomped over and snatched it out of Adam’s hands. "What the fuck are you doing? OH MY GOD! You’re having a twitter party on MY phone? What the fuck?" Kris looked at Adam incredulously.
But Adam wasn’t moving his face was turning red as he looked at Kris.
"What the FUCK are you wearing?" Adam yelled.
"A suit, duh." Kris said as he scrolled back through his twitter to see what all Adam had said.
"I know that, bitch. Its…its PLAID!"
Kris looked away from his phone long enough to give Adam a heated look. "Don’t dis the Gucci. Besides, it looks good on me so fuck off." He came to a tweet and fumed. "You tweeted my mother from my twitter? Man, you are evil!"
"She knew it was me, they all did. I told them." Adam was still staring at him.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I think I kind of like that suit as much as I hate to admit it." Adam looked at the sales girl. "We’ll take it."
Kris fumed and went back to the changing room to put on his other cloths.
Adam was surprisingly silent on the way back to his house. Kris wondered what that was about but decided it was just one of Adam’s moods.
"What did I need a suit for?" He asked.
Adam looked at him sideways. "The Grammy’s."
"But, I thought…huh?"
"Mom can’t go, she has plans. And there’s no way I’m letting the company hook me up with a ‘date’." Adam made quotes in the air with his fingers. "So I paid for your suit, will you go? I know it’s a Sunday, but…"
"Why did you pay for the suit? I have a large expense account for things like that."
Adam shrugged. "I felt like I should."
"Well, stop feeling. How much was it and I‘ll take it out of my account and give it back to you."
"No. It was a gift."
"No, you aren’t allowed to give me gift. How much was it?"
"All together?" Adam turned his face away.
"Yes, altogether."
"Um, about seven thousand dollars."
"Seven….WHAT?!? You can’t give me something that expensive! Are you out of your mind?"
The Limo stopped in front of Adam’s house. "I can and I did." Adam got out of the car and went inside.
Kris just sat there for a moment, thinking. This really wasn’t good, not good at all. He was going to have to set some firm boundaries with Adam, and soon.
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