Kris/Adam/Drake Comment Porn!
Comment porn turned into a whole story. WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPEN TO ME?!?!
Anyway,
maroontalic asked for, "JEALOUS KRIS SEES ADAM AND DRAKE MAKEOUT, DECIDES TO JOIN FOR SEXYTIMES." And she got it. :D
I haven't gone through the process of getting my documents together and I don't have my official header. I'll reformat later. For now... PORN.
Also, FML! I wanted to post this to the comm. Eh, fuck it. I'll move it in the morning. It's 3:20 AM. ARGH.
Kris was seriously sick of it. It wasn't because he was disgusted or anything. Not like some of the guys who cleared their throats or muttered under their breath when they happened to see. No, he was an open-minded guy. And he had to admit that Drake and Adam looked good together. But he was just tired of seeing them making out.
Drake apparently had either found a sugar daddy or was screwing a pilot on the side because he'd started showing up to nearly every concert. And when he was there, he was on Adam like a complete tramp, throwing himself into Adam's lap and shoving his tongue in Adam's mouth like Adam had treasure in there or something.
It was tacky is what it was. He wasn't against kissing Katy in public, but he wouldn't stand around sucking her face with his hands on her butt when there were people in the same room! Kris was about five minutes from getting one of the tour directors and complaining.
Then Kris made the mistake of walking around a corner like a completely innocent person had a right to do, and he saw them. Again. Adam had his back up against the wall and Drake was kissing him – as always. Then Kris noticed that Drake was very blatantly rubbing Adam's crotch.
They were in a public place! There was less than half an hour until sound check! It was just ridiculous! Kris coughed loudly and Adam and Drake jumped apart.
"You can't wait until we get to the hotel? It's a hotel night. You have to do this here?"
Adam grinned. "It's more fun when you can get caught."
"Well, I caught you so knock it off, all right?" Kris didn't know why he was so pissed, but he was.
Then Drake, in his lazy, drawling way, turned everything on its head with one word. "Jealous?"
Adam snorted out a shocked laugh, but Kris looked from Drake's swollen mouth to the obvious bulge in Adam's pants and just completely snapped. He launched himself at Adam and pressed their mouths together. It was sloppy and a little off-center for a second, but Adam, with his usual grace, took control, grabbing the back of Kris's head and tilting it until their mouths fit perfectly.
Drake was breathing heavily next to them one minute and the next, he was on his knees, fumbling with Adam's zipper. Kris hardly noticed until Drake's fingers bumped Kris's thigh. Kris looked down in time to see Adam's erection disappearing between Drake's lips. Kris moaned, suddenly realizing what he was doing and where he was doing it.
Then Drake released Adam with a pop and tugged Kris's hand. Kris didn't even think before obeying Drake's unspoken command and kneeling next to him. Adam gasped and gripped both of their heads, looming over them like a god, looking altogether too much like a guy who deserved to have two people blowing him at the same time. Kris wanted to ponder the mystery of Adam Lambert's insane sexual magnetism, the ramifications of your best friend's boyfriend teaching you how to give a blowjob to said best friend, and the likelihood that someone would find them and that shit would hit the fan, but then Drake leaned over and kissed him.
Kissing Drake wasn't anything like kissing Adam, because, first-off, Kris had been half in love with Adam since he'd met him – as was anyone who met Adam – so kissing him had been a result of pent-up lust. Kissing Drake was like kissing a stranger, and it had its own thrill of excitement and wrong-in-the-dirty-good-way.
Then Drake pulled back and stroked Kris's face, pressing on his lower lip until he opened his mouth. Then he was doing it – sucking Adam off – before he could panic about how he didn't know how and he wasn't even gay and he was married and Adam was with Drake. It was surprisingly easy.
Suck. Move your head back and forth. Keep your teeth out of the way. Suck harder. He didn't know any tricks, but Adam seemed to be enjoying it. Just when he was getting into it, Drake nudged him and he realized he wasn't sharing. He concentrated on swallowing the spit he'd built up and stretching out his jaw while he watched Drake work.
Then something sort of happened and they were kind of sharing, and their lips and tongues were both twisting around and sometimes they kissed and it was just messy and erratic and urgent and Kris kept thinking in his head, Yes, go, hurry, yeah, do it, more, faster, and a whole litany of things he couldn't say because his mouth was far too busy.
Then Adam was coming and thankfully Drake took over, sucking Adam down to the base and swallowing neatly. Adam pulled Drake to his feet, kissing him deeply. Kris stood up too, his knees protesting from kneeling on the cement, and started to turn away. Adam grabbed his collar and pulled him back. Then Adam was kissing him and his mouth tasted like come, passed from Drake to Adam to Kris and it should have been kind of freaky and gross, but instead Kris found himself groaning and rubbing his tongue over Adam's, trying to get more of a taste.
Adam swallowed up Kris's gasp when Drake started on Kris's belt. Kris was so hard that it only took a few tugs from Drake's obviously experienced hand before he was coming all over his underwear. He wondered dizzily if he should return the favor and do Drake and make it a whole circle of life thing when he heard whistling.
He only knew one person who whistled that loudly and obnoxiously. "Matt's coming," he hissed.
"Wanna make it a foursome?" Drake asked in that tone that Kris hadn't decided if he liked or not yet.
"I'll distract him," Kris said and hurried around the corner, not bothering to say anything more to Drake and Adam. Frankly, he was glad for the chance to escape without comment. "Matt?"
"Wasup, homie? I've been lookin' everywhere for you. Almost time for sound check, dude. You seen Adam?"
Kris took a breath. "Nope. Haven't seen him."
He followed Matt back towards the stage. He had no clue what he was going to say when he saw Adam later. He desperately needed new underwear, too. And Matt was whistling again, louder this time.
But for some reason, Kris couldn't hold back a grin.
Anyway,
maroontalic asked for, "JEALOUS KRIS SEES ADAM AND DRAKE MAKEOUT, DECIDES TO JOIN FOR SEXYTIMES." And she got it. :DI haven't gone through the process of getting my documents together and I don't have my official header. I'll reformat later. For now... PORN.
Also, FML! I wanted to post this to the comm. Eh, fuck it. I'll move it in the morning. It's 3:20 AM. ARGH.
Kris was seriously sick of it. It wasn't because he was disgusted or anything. Not like some of the guys who cleared their throats or muttered under their breath when they happened to see. No, he was an open-minded guy. And he had to admit that Drake and Adam looked good together. But he was just tired of seeing them making out.
Drake apparently had either found a sugar daddy or was screwing a pilot on the side because he'd started showing up to nearly every concert. And when he was there, he was on Adam like a complete tramp, throwing himself into Adam's lap and shoving his tongue in Adam's mouth like Adam had treasure in there or something.
It was tacky is what it was. He wasn't against kissing Katy in public, but he wouldn't stand around sucking her face with his hands on her butt when there were people in the same room! Kris was about five minutes from getting one of the tour directors and complaining.
Then Kris made the mistake of walking around a corner like a completely innocent person had a right to do, and he saw them. Again. Adam had his back up against the wall and Drake was kissing him – as always. Then Kris noticed that Drake was very blatantly rubbing Adam's crotch.
They were in a public place! There was less than half an hour until sound check! It was just ridiculous! Kris coughed loudly and Adam and Drake jumped apart.
"You can't wait until we get to the hotel? It's a hotel night. You have to do this here?"
Adam grinned. "It's more fun when you can get caught."
"Well, I caught you so knock it off, all right?" Kris didn't know why he was so pissed, but he was.
Then Drake, in his lazy, drawling way, turned everything on its head with one word. "Jealous?"
Adam snorted out a shocked laugh, but Kris looked from Drake's swollen mouth to the obvious bulge in Adam's pants and just completely snapped. He launched himself at Adam and pressed their mouths together. It was sloppy and a little off-center for a second, but Adam, with his usual grace, took control, grabbing the back of Kris's head and tilting it until their mouths fit perfectly.
Drake was breathing heavily next to them one minute and the next, he was on his knees, fumbling with Adam's zipper. Kris hardly noticed until Drake's fingers bumped Kris's thigh. Kris looked down in time to see Adam's erection disappearing between Drake's lips. Kris moaned, suddenly realizing what he was doing and where he was doing it.
Then Drake released Adam with a pop and tugged Kris's hand. Kris didn't even think before obeying Drake's unspoken command and kneeling next to him. Adam gasped and gripped both of their heads, looming over them like a god, looking altogether too much like a guy who deserved to have two people blowing him at the same time. Kris wanted to ponder the mystery of Adam Lambert's insane sexual magnetism, the ramifications of your best friend's boyfriend teaching you how to give a blowjob to said best friend, and the likelihood that someone would find them and that shit would hit the fan, but then Drake leaned over and kissed him.
Kissing Drake wasn't anything like kissing Adam, because, first-off, Kris had been half in love with Adam since he'd met him – as was anyone who met Adam – so kissing him had been a result of pent-up lust. Kissing Drake was like kissing a stranger, and it had its own thrill of excitement and wrong-in-the-dirty-good-way.
Then Drake pulled back and stroked Kris's face, pressing on his lower lip until he opened his mouth. Then he was doing it – sucking Adam off – before he could panic about how he didn't know how and he wasn't even gay and he was married and Adam was with Drake. It was surprisingly easy.
Suck. Move your head back and forth. Keep your teeth out of the way. Suck harder. He didn't know any tricks, but Adam seemed to be enjoying it. Just when he was getting into it, Drake nudged him and he realized he wasn't sharing. He concentrated on swallowing the spit he'd built up and stretching out his jaw while he watched Drake work.
Then something sort of happened and they were kind of sharing, and their lips and tongues were both twisting around and sometimes they kissed and it was just messy and erratic and urgent and Kris kept thinking in his head, Yes, go, hurry, yeah, do it, more, faster, and a whole litany of things he couldn't say because his mouth was far too busy.
Then Adam was coming and thankfully Drake took over, sucking Adam down to the base and swallowing neatly. Adam pulled Drake to his feet, kissing him deeply. Kris stood up too, his knees protesting from kneeling on the cement, and started to turn away. Adam grabbed his collar and pulled him back. Then Adam was kissing him and his mouth tasted like come, passed from Drake to Adam to Kris and it should have been kind of freaky and gross, but instead Kris found himself groaning and rubbing his tongue over Adam's, trying to get more of a taste.
Adam swallowed up Kris's gasp when Drake started on Kris's belt. Kris was so hard that it only took a few tugs from Drake's obviously experienced hand before he was coming all over his underwear. He wondered dizzily if he should return the favor and do Drake and make it a whole circle of life thing when he heard whistling.
He only knew one person who whistled that loudly and obnoxiously. "Matt's coming," he hissed.
"Wanna make it a foursome?" Drake asked in that tone that Kris hadn't decided if he liked or not yet.
"I'll distract him," Kris said and hurried around the corner, not bothering to say anything more to Drake and Adam. Frankly, he was glad for the chance to escape without comment. "Matt?"
"Wasup, homie? I've been lookin' everywhere for you. Almost time for sound check, dude. You seen Adam?"
Kris took a breath. "Nope. Haven't seen him."
He followed Matt back towards the stage. He had no clue what he was going to say when he saw Adam later. He desperately needed new underwear, too. And Matt was whistling again, louder this time.
But for some reason, Kris couldn't hold back a grin.