One Bad Idea - Part 5
Kris didn’t speak to Adam for the rest of the day, opting instead to stay in his room and work on a song. He played his guitar until his fingers were sore. He messed around with lyrics, but they all came out sounding like a love sick teenager’s poem. He had to get a grip on himself if he was going to survive this job for a year. He knew that if he could just hang in there, he would be set and could get his songs out there to be sung. He loved singing for people, but if his songs could end up on the radio as someone famous sang them, he wouldn’t complain about that.
His thoughts drifted to Adam and his strange behavior. Adam was a conundrum in some ways, total cute boy next door one minute, laughing and joking around; and then the next, diva from hell. Kris shook his head, trying to get his mind back into the song lyrics but finally gave up and put the acoustic guitar down.
Soon after, he heard a soft knock at the door.
"Yeah?"
Adam cracked his bedroom door open, "Can I come in?"
"You’re actually asking for once?"
Adam smirked, "Yes." Adam blue eyes looked darker and Kris couldn’t help running his eyes down Adam’s body.
"What’s up?" Kris asked dismissively.
Adam quirked an eyebrow, grinning wickedly. "Me, after that once over you just gave me."
"Fuck you, Lambert! What do you want?" Kris bit out to hide his embarrassment at being caught looking.
"Get dressed. We’re going out." Adam turned and headed back across the hall to his own room.
"Out where? It’s nine o’clock at night!" Kris yelled.
"Clubbing…" Adam’s voice was muffled as he went further into his own room.
Kris followed him and stopped dead in his tracks as he saw Adam bent over, pulling up a pair of blue leather pants. His mouth dropped open and a small noise close to a groan left his throat as Adam slid the tight leather up over that perfect ass. The thought crossed Kris’s mind that more people should take pictures of Adam’s ass. It had the perfect curve to it, bubbled out just right, and looked far too good in tight leather. Kris snapped his mouth shut when he realized Adam was still talking to him.
"I don’t go clubbing." He finally managed to say.
Adam walked to his bathroom, but didn’t miss a beat. "You do now."
Kris followed him. "No, I don’t. That’s not part of my job."
Adam gave him a scathing look. "Yes, it is. What if I get into trouble, who will be there to look out for me and keep the company’s investment safe, hmm??"
Kris glared at him. "You’re an evil man, Lambert!"
Adam laughed. "So you keep saying."
"Because it’s true."
"Stop stalling and go get dressed." Adam demanded.
Kris looked at Adam as he put on his eyeliner. He grinned, "What’s wrong with what I’ve got on?"
Adam threw down the pencil, "Oh no you don’t! Go to your room and change into some of those cloths we got for you the other day. No way in hell am I going out with you looking like that!"
Kris folded his arms across his chest and pulled Adam’s classic stunt, he arched one eyebrow. "Really?"
Adam looked like he was about to explode, his face turned so red. "Yes, really! Now go fucking change."
"Nope!" Kris popped the ‘p’ at the end of the word.
Adam eyes narrowed down, "I’m warning you Kristopher…"
"I told you not to call me that, Adam Mitchell…" Kris put the emphasis on ‘hell’.
"Change!" Adam demanded.
"No way." Kris drawled, southern accent pronounced, as he leaned against to bathroom doorframe.
"Ah! Why can’t you be easy for once?" Adam ranted.
"Never keeps folks interested when you’re easy." Kris deadpanned as he walked away toward his room.
Adam sounded confused as he yelled toward Kris, "Does that mean you’re changing?"
Laughter was the only answer Kris gave him.
Forty-five minutes later found them on their way to Adam’s favorite club. Kris was smiling and Adam was fuming. Things were as they should be in Kris’ book. Adam however, looked like he was ready to kill someone, namely Kris.
"I can’t believe you’re wearing that out!" Adam huffed for the nth time.
"Why? It’s what I had on." Kris hid his laughter as best he could. It was so easy to push Adam’s buttons over clothing.
"It’s plaid, Kris. And bad plaid at that."
Kris rolled his eyes. "Whatever, drama queen."
The limo stopped in front of the club and people immediately gathered around to see who would be coming out. Adam groaned.
"Your horrible outfit is going to ruin the pictures I get taken of me tonight. Ugh! I’m glad everyone knows you’re my PA. The horror if someone thought I would date you dressed like that."
Kris tried not to let that statement bother him, but it did. He thought about it for less than five seconds and then got mad. "You know what, fuck you Adam! I’m not going in. If you’re that ashamed to be seen with me, go by your fucking self!" He folded his arms over his plaid covered chest.
Adam looked at him for a few moments and then burst out, "You can’t be fucking serious! You’re pissed off because I said that?"
"FUCK! YOU!" Kris refused to look at him.
"What the fuck ever!" Adam got out of the limo to screams of ‘Adam! Adam!’
The driver looked in at Kris, "Aren’t you getting out?"
Kris scrunched up his face. "Take me around the corner and I’ll walk back."
The driver nodded his head and did as Kris asked. Once he made his way into the club, he saw that there were very few dressed like him in there and had to wonder if Adam was trying to keep him from embarrassing himself. He dismissed that thought quickly, since Adam seemed to think only of himself and how things would affect him. He sat down at the bar, and found himself instantly hit on.
"Hey man, can I buy you a drink?"
Kris looked the guy over, decided he didn’t look too shabby. "Sure. I’ll have a 7 & 7."
The guy called the bartender over and ordered Kris’ drink. "Names Dane, what’s yours?"
Kris held out his hand and Dane took it a bit surprised. "Nice to meet you Dane, I’m Kris."
Dane’s smile got wider. "Great accent."
Kris smiled back, "Thanks." He sipped his drink and looked around for Adam.
"You looking for someone?" Dane asked with a hint of disappointment in his voice.
"Yeah, my boss is in here somewhere and I don’t see him." Kris said as he continued to search the club for any sign of Adam.
"Yeah? What’s he look like?" Dane asked.
"Adam Lambert." Kris deadpanned, not looking at Dane.
Dane started laughing and Kris turned to face him again.
"What?" Kris asked confused.
"Your boss looks like Adam Lambert?"
Kris nodded, "I hope so, since it is Adam Lambert."
Dane’s eyes widened. "I don’t believe you. You’re just name dropping."
Kris smiled evilly. "You think? You see Adam come in here tonight, right?"
Dane nodded.
"You know where he’s at too, right?"
Dane nodded again and started to laugh.
"Show me and I’ll prove it." Kris smirked as he watched Dane’s eyes narrow down.
"Man, if you’re telling the truth, I’ll take you to dinner, on me."
Kris smiled brightly. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea. He might have found the solution to his needing to get laid problem. "Lead the way handsome."
Dane looked him up and down and started toward the upper level and dance floor. They were stopped at the top of the stairs by the bouncer. Kris said something to the guy while Dane looked on. The bouncer went over to a table in the corner that was darkened and then returned, unhooking the chain.
"Right over there sirs."
Kris turned and smiled at Dane, grabbed his hand and led him toward the table he knew Adam was sitting at. Once there, Adam gave him an angry look.
"Didn’t take you long to hook up in here, huh?" Adam spat.
Kris ignored the bait and introduced Dane to Adam. It was obvious Dane was star-struck since he didn’t say a word.
"He’s straight, you know?" Adam said to Dane.
"Huh?" Dane finally said.
"Kris, he’s straight. Wasting your time man. I should know, he works for me." Adam said in a dismissive way.
It made Kris grit his teeth. "I never said I was straight."
Adam cocked his head to the side. "No, you didn’t. Maybe you’re just in denial."
Kris’ mouth dropped open, "About being straight?"
Adam smirked and looked toward the dance floor, ignoring them as they sat down.
Dane looked between Adam and Kris. "You aren’t sleeping together are you?"
"NO!" They both shouted at the same time.
Dane chuckled. "Give me your phone Kris."
Kris handed it over and watched as Dane put his number in it and then called himself.
"I’ll call to set up that dinner I owe you." Dane looked from Adam back to Kris. "I’ll leave you two alone."
Kris was disappointed but didn’t want to show it. "Okay. Talk to you soon." He shook Dane’s hand and watched as he left. He turned on Adam then. "Why do you keep DOING that?"
Adam didn’t say anything. He gave Kris a once over, shook his head, grabbed his hand and pulled him down the stairs and onto the dance floor before Kris could protest.
"Adam! What the hell…?" Kris spat once he was facing a scowling Adam Lambert on the dance floor.
"Just dance with me without arguing about it. Think you can manage that PA?"
Kris wanted to protest further but as Adam pulled him into his body, maneuvered a long hard thigh between his legs, grabbing his ass and holding him tight against him; Kris had no choice but to shut up. He lost his breath as Adam moved them in the sexiest ways. Kris gasped when he felt Adam’s hardness rubbing against his hip. He moaned, he couldn’t help himself. The way Adam was moving them on the floor rubbed Kris’ own hardness against Adam’s lean thigh; the way Adam held his ass put even more friction on both of them. Kris could feel his underwear getting wet and he pressed in tighter with no thought in his head besides, ‘More…’
He blinked and looked up into Adam’s face as he felt the man laughing. "What?" He yelled at the infuriating man.
Adam smiled and came very close to Kris’ lips and then moved to his ear to whisper, "You asked for more, didn’t you?" Adam leaned back to look into Kris’ eyes.
Kris felt himself flush from head to toe. He was grinding into Adam Lambert on the dance floor of some club like some club slut. He tore himself from Adam’s arms and started to walk away. Adam grabbed his arm before he could make his escape. He turned to give Adam a dirty look but only saw amusement there, which pissed him off even more. Adam shook his head no and kept a firm grip on Kris as he led him back up the stairs and to the previously occupied booth. Adam pulled him down and tucked him into his side with a smile.
"Fuck you man!" Kris said heatedly.
"Anytime Kris." Adam simply stated.
Kris sputtered and started to get up. Adam pulled him back down.
"Sit still, damn it!" Adam demanded.
"I’m not one of your easy boy toys, Lambert!"
Adam sighed. "There’s a guy here who always hits on me when I come in. I wanted him to think that I was with someone so he would back to fuck off, okay?"
Kris’ mouth dropped open. "You’re using me?"
Adam shrugged.
"I hate you so fucking much right now." Kris professed. He felt a hand squeezing his still hard dick and gasped.
"This says you like me a lot, so I don’t believe you." Adam smirked as he gave Kris’ package another squeeze.
"You are an evil man, Lambert. That’s just biology from you grinding on me on the dance floor." He tried not to groan out loud when Adam let his cock go. He would bet he had a wet spot on his jeans now, he was leaking so much.
"Sure it is." Adam gave him his sweetest smile. "Let’s dance some more and see?"
Kris knew it was a challenge. He could see it in Adam’s eyes and even though there was nothing more he wanted than to grind against that hot body until he came, there was no way in hell he was putting himself in that position. "I don’t think so man, you’re too damn dangerous. My momma warned me about people like you." Kris shook his head.
Adam’s smile got bigger, "You’re mamma loves me, Kris. Invalid argument."
Kris snorted. "I’m not dancing with you again."
"You liked it too much, didn’t you?" Adam asked, "Afraid my gay will rub off on you?"
Kris felt his face heat up. Between the desire and the anger, he had had enough. "I’m not fucking straight! Will you just shut up about me and my supposed", Kris made quote marks in the air, "homophobia! It’s hard to be homophobic when you’re fucking gay!" By the time he was done, he was panting hard and madder than a wet hen, as his grandpa used to say.
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