Thanks for the reviews, guys! Of course I'm gonna continue, hah.
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"Mhhh?" Cheeks was on the phone, still sleepy.
"Brad"
"Adam? What the hell, man. It's like, 4 in the morning," he groaned.
"It's almost 10am, dude," he rolled his blue tired eyes "Please, please tell me you have seen Kris!"
"Your little boy? Why would I? I don't rape kids."
"Brad, I'm serious. We both slept in his house but he's not here. I have called every-fucking-one, and nothing!"
"Calm down, Glambert," Brad said quickly, since he didn't really understand a word.
"What should I do?" Adam bit his freckled lip so hard, it was about to bleed.
"First of all, don't call me at 10 in the morning. Second, I'm not your horoscope or something."
"Brad, please."
"Relax, take a deep breath, and...go look for him outside, you idiot!"
"Damn," Adam whispered and hung up. He took the first clothes he found and put them on. Just when he was about to leave, the door was opened and Kris entered. He was wearing one of those plaid shirts he always wear, almost completely buttonless, some weird sunglasses, and his lip was bleeding.
Adam didn't even say anything. He ran towards the other man and hugged him tightly. "Where and what the fuck happened to you?" he whispered a little loudly. A sudden and heavy smell made him let Kris go, "and what's that smell?"
Adam was ignored. Kris went to the kitchen and took a can of beer out of the refrigerator.
"Kris," Adam yelled with a very serious tone, "don't even try to--" he gasped, "you were drinking, weren't you?"
Kris looked at him, his sleepy brown eyes checked Adam out, and he added, "you're so hot," with a drunk smile.
Adam frowned, "you were. And why is your lip bleeding?"
"I fell off," he laughed.
"That's not funny," he sighed, "come with me."
"Ohh, we're gonna have some fun in bed?" he winked.
Adam raised an eyebrow, "...just wait me here, then."
"You want me to lay on the table or something?" he laughed even louder.
Trying to ignore all the silly comments, Adam left for a moment. "I'm gonna kill this guy," he thought, "I swear I'm gonna kill him." Once back, Adam had alcohol and a piece of cotton in hands.
"And what's that for?" Kris asked, curiously, sitting down in a tall chair.
"Don't move," he demanded. He took Kris' chin and lift it gently. Adam put some alcohol in the little piece of cotton, and was about to push it against Kris' bottom lip, which was still bleeding.
"Woah, wait. Don't--"
"Shut up," Adam said, and took both Kris' wrists, so he couldn't do anything to stop it. Opening his legs, then, he sat in Kris' lap. Adam didn't even know why was he doing that. His Pocket Idol was drunk, bleeding, and he just embraced the moment to sit in his lap, seductively, and kiss those lips with red shinny blood. Adam went kind of nervous. He couldn't stop looking at the beautiful brown eyes he had, and Kris won't look away since he's drunk and probably won't ever remember this after a cold shower and long nap. Adam hated not to be able to take control over the situation. He felt little. He realized how much he loved Kris.
"What are you doing, handsome?" Kris asked, smirking.
Adam felt how his cheeks turned a little red. It probably wasn't the first time, but one of the very few. He was normally so confident in himself, but with Kris acting like that, he didn't now what to expect. Slowly, he came closer to Kris, without letting go his hands, an kissed him hungrily. He could taste Kris' blood as he started to lick his bottom lip. Kris licked back, and introduced his tongue in Adam's mouth, exploring every inch of it. The older singer, in revenge, continued, but now sucking his lips and tongue. Adam went even closer to the smaller man, making him moan when theirselves rubbed each other, breaking the kiss. Adam took a few breaths and ran his hands through Kris' hair, playing with it. Kris pulled Adam against him, rubbing again, and he was hard already. He suddenly licked Adam's neck, going up, and bit his ear, making him jump a little. That movement made Kris even more excited. Their members were so close and hard, he couldn't stand it.
"Jump for me," Kris whispered on Adam's ear, and like if he were Kris' voice's slave, he started bouncing. Up and down. Adam grabbed Kris' head and shoulders and tried not to moan. Kris, in the other hand, made loud noises between breaths in Adam's neck.
"Damn it," Adam managed to say. He pulled Kris' head back and kissed him again, licking every little space of his mouth. While doing it, he started to work on Kris' plaid shirt, unbuttoning the few ones left, taking it off, and throwing it some other place. He squeezed Kris' arms. "These are perfect," he thought.
"Don't stop," Kris moaned. That actually didn't help Adam at all. He wanted to have control over this, and if he moaned like a crazy sheep, he wouldn't be able to. But Kris made such beautiful noises, he couldn't help it. Adam was still bouncing to Kris' melody, and he began to move his hips a lot more sexier.
"How's that," he teased, feeling superior. Kris' eyes were closed, and his nails were digged into Adam's jacket.
Something buzzed in Adam's leather purple pants.
"Woah," Kris breathed.
Still on his lap, Adam tried to take his phone out of his pocket, but he ended up falling on the floor. "Shit," he groaned and checked the screen -- it was a new message. "What happened with ur little boy?? xoxo"
"Who?" was all Kris could ask.
"Brad," Adam answered, making a face.
The younger singer faked a gasp, "You still date him! I knew it!"
Adam rolled his eyes at Kris' smell. "After all, he's still drunk," he thought.
"Cheating on me! Everyone! Why!?" he sounded way too dramatic, not being able to make real sentences.
Adam stood up, "I'm not cheating on you. I'm dating you. And, I'm sorry to say this, but Katy didn't cheat on you either, you did."
"Oh, ya'!? And Tony? Ughh, that dude..."
"Kris, look at you! You can't even talk or walk by yourself!" he pointed out, "please, stop talking nonsenses and...take a shower," he walked out of the room.
"Wait, babe, we were just...the chair...and--" but Adam had left already.
Once in Kris' room, Adam jumped on the bed and took a deep breath. He thought about what he just did and wondered what would have happened if they had been on that soft and large bed, naked. He didn't want to know. Kris was drunk and that was just disrespectful. "He arrived in that moment.....drunk n bleedin," he texted Cheeks back.
After a few seconds, he had an answer. "Shiiiit. That's suckyy! Is he ok now?"
"I hope so," Adam replied.
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Adam woke up to Kris' soft hand running through his black hair. He turned his whole body around so he could face his shirtless boy sitting next to him. Adam licked his lips, "you look pretty damn sexy like that," he commented about Kris' wet hair, "did you just take a shower?"
"Yeah," he simply answered.
"Aww, and you didn't wait for me!" Adam joked, making Kris laugh. "You needed one," he added, later.
"Why?" Kris asked, confused.
"Don't you remember? You came to the house drunk and with blood in your mouth," he informed, "and then, we pretty much had a weird kind of lap dance."
The two men laughed loudly. "So that's why my head hurts so much," Kris said, "I don't think I remember getting drunk."
"You were," Adam went sad, and cuddled in Kris' hips for some support, "don't do that anymore, please. My heart stopped when I saw you like that," he kissed his naked body.
"I won't," Kris promised, "she's not worthy enough to get drunk or cry for."
Adam grinned at Kris response. "Am I worthy enough?"
The Idol looked at those gorgeous blue eyes, and got lost in them quickly. "I would die without you."
Adam couldn't help giggling, "you're so sweet, it should be a crime."
Kris got easily flattered by that and thought he needed to return the compliment, but he couldn't think of anything. His mind was always empty when he stared at Adam like that.
"What? I have dancing monkeys in my eyes?"
"Nah, I don't see any," Kris blinked twice.
"You silly," Adam grinned. "Lay next to me?"
Kris stood up and raised the sheets so he could go inside. Adam couldn't stop smiling while he did that.
"Now I have dancing monkeys in my body?" Kris asked, getting in the bed.
"You just seriously look damn fine right now. You should stay like that for ever," he explained, pulling the man closer.
Kris' cheeks went red of embarrasment since he still couldn't think of a better compliment -- and Adam noticed. To calm his nerves, he gave him a sweet and long kiss. It worked.
Adam pulled away. "What time is it?"
"2pm, I think," Kris replied looking for a clock.
"Woah, aren't you tired?" he asked, wondering, "your eyes look kinda red. You didn't sleep well, did you? At what time did you leave the house, earlier?"
"So many questions," Kris complained, "I'm pretty tired, yeah, and...I don't know. I told you I don't really remember that. At least not right now, my head hurts."
"Want me to give you a pill?" Adam asked, worried.
"What kind of pill?" he teased.
Adam made a face, "I'm serious."
"Okay," Kris replied, trying not to laugh.
Adam went off the bed, and right to the kitchen. He tooked the water bottle and a glass. "Uhh, where are these things...," he thought out loud, looking for some pills.
After he found them, he went back to the room and sat next to Kris.
"Here."
Kris took the glass with water and the pill, drinking it all. He ran his hand through his hair and put the glass in the little table next to the bed.
"I'm meeting with Katy tomorrow," Kris said later. Adam looked at him with a puzzle look. He wasn't sure if that was a good thing. "And her lawyer," Kris added, noticing Adam hadn't reply, "you're coming, right?"
The older singer understood, then. "Ah, yes. Have you called your lawyer?"
"Not yet," Kris made an oops! expression, "be right back," he stood up and looked for his phone.
"It's here, you silly," Adam laughed at the younger man loudly, pointing to the bed.
"Right," Kris laughed, too.
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Mhhh. Not gonna lie, I love dirty Kradam~.
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