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tamingthemuseTitle: The Adventures of Kris and Brad (and Adam) Excerpt
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. This is real person fic so yeah, they belong to themselves.
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, het, later on sex, drugs, and alcohol
Prompt: #167 - Antapology
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Brad, later Kris/Adam, mentions of Kris/Katy and Adam/Brad, also later on Kris/Others, Brad/Others, and craziness
Summary: After his divorce Kris moves in with Adam, but Adam is always busy so Kris finds himself being entertained by Brad “Cheeks” Bell.
Author’s Note: Prompt was used for the form of the writing. I have no clue where this fits in the story, just felt like writing some of the Kris/Brad porn for it.
The alcohol burned through him, making everything hotter and brighter and Kris grinned, his smile wide and easy. He felt him before he saw him, Brad sliding up behind him his body warm and his breath hot on Kris’s neck as he nipped at the skin.
He had downed three beers in the last hour.
“So, you’re making a lot of progress tonight Allen,” Brad grinned at him as he spun Kris around “I have to admit I’m impressed, didn’t think you had it in you.” He emphasized his point by placing his hand on the bulge in Kris’s pants and gripping tightly, his smile sharp.
Kris laughed leaning back, his head hitting the wall and he looked at Brad through his eyelashes. He was buzzing, but he wasn’t completely wasted. He knew exactly what he was doing; he was messing around with Adam’s ex.
It felt dangerous, just on the edge of sanity, and it burned pleasantly through his veins.
Brad was, completely unexpected, and being around him was like walking on a livewire. For the past couple of years Kris had done and said what he was told to, he had gone where people had told him to go, wrote when they told him to write, and sang every time they pressed a mic into his hand. He was supposed to be living his dream, and he was, he was happy. But never in his life had he been so restrained and boxed up, put on display in a cage for the world to see.
“You don’t know me at all.” Kris grinned back at him, welcoming the warmth of Brad’s body against his own.
Brad nipped at Kris’s throat chuckling dirtily “No, I am beginning to think I don’t, and what fun it will be learn everything there is to know about you Kris Allen.” Kris has pretty sure he wasn’t talking about personality wise, and he was fine with that.
He tilted his head giving Brad easier access to the vulnerable flesh and he felt the other man chuckle against his skin. Brad pressed in closer and Kris could have swore he could fell Brad’d heart beating, or maybe it was just his own. It didn’t really matter as Brad slid his hands up Kris’s sides, fingers working there way under the material to splay against the warm skin underneath.
Kris opened his eyes, not even sure of when he had closed them, and he caught Brad would looking at him intently, like he was trying to solve a riddle or find a ward that rhymed with shattering. “What?” Kris breathed out his voice low and rough.
A smile curved Brad’s lips as he took Kris in, their bodies wrapped around the others. “Usually I like to play from the bottom but you’re just begging to get fucked aren’t you?” He leaned closer, his teeth nipping at Kris’s lower lip and Kris parted his mouth easily, breath coming out in a rush wrapped around a moan.
Brad brought up his hand. his fingers trailing the plumpness of Kris’s lower lip and Kris licked softly at the tip, his body feeling flushed and shaky.
“Please.” he managed to moan out softly, and Brad smiled.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. This is real person fic so yeah, they belong to themselves.
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, het, later on sex, drugs, and alcohol
Prompt: #167 - Antapology
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Brad, later Kris/Adam, mentions of Kris/Katy and Adam/Brad, also later on Kris/Others, Brad/Others, and craziness
Summary: After his divorce Kris moves in with Adam, but Adam is always busy so Kris finds himself being entertained by Brad “Cheeks” Bell.
Author’s Note: Prompt was used for the form of the writing. I have no clue where this fits in the story, just felt like writing some of the Kris/Brad porn for it.
The alcohol burned through him, making everything hotter and brighter and Kris grinned, his smile wide and easy. He felt him before he saw him, Brad sliding up behind him his body warm and his breath hot on Kris’s neck as he nipped at the skin.
He had downed three beers in the last hour.
“So, you’re making a lot of progress tonight Allen,” Brad grinned at him as he spun Kris around “I have to admit I’m impressed, didn’t think you had it in you.” He emphasized his point by placing his hand on the bulge in Kris’s pants and gripping tightly, his smile sharp.
Kris laughed leaning back, his head hitting the wall and he looked at Brad through his eyelashes. He was buzzing, but he wasn’t completely wasted. He knew exactly what he was doing; he was messing around with Adam’s ex.
It felt dangerous, just on the edge of sanity, and it burned pleasantly through his veins.
Brad was, completely unexpected, and being around him was like walking on a livewire. For the past couple of years Kris had done and said what he was told to, he had gone where people had told him to go, wrote when they told him to write, and sang every time they pressed a mic into his hand. He was supposed to be living his dream, and he was, he was happy. But never in his life had he been so restrained and boxed up, put on display in a cage for the world to see.
“You don’t know me at all.” Kris grinned back at him, welcoming the warmth of Brad’s body against his own.
Brad nipped at Kris’s throat chuckling dirtily “No, I am beginning to think I don’t, and what fun it will be learn everything there is to know about you Kris Allen.” Kris has pretty sure he wasn’t talking about personality wise, and he was fine with that.
He tilted his head giving Brad easier access to the vulnerable flesh and he felt the other man chuckle against his skin. Brad pressed in closer and Kris could have swore he could fell Brad’d heart beating, or maybe it was just his own. It didn’t really matter as Brad slid his hands up Kris’s sides, fingers working there way under the material to splay against the warm skin underneath.
Kris opened his eyes, not even sure of when he had closed them, and he caught Brad would looking at him intently, like he was trying to solve a riddle or find a ward that rhymed with shattering. “What?” Kris breathed out his voice low and rough.
A smile curved Brad’s lips as he took Kris in, their bodies wrapped around the others. “Usually I like to play from the bottom but you’re just begging to get fucked aren’t you?” He leaned closer, his teeth nipping at Kris’s lower lip and Kris parted his mouth easily, breath coming out in a rush wrapped around a moan.
Brad brought up his hand. his fingers trailing the plumpness of Kris’s lower lip and Kris licked softly at the tip, his body feeling flushed and shaky.
“Please.” he managed to moan out softly, and Brad smiled.
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Date: 2009-11-16 04:47 am (UTC)Do you know how unfair it is for me to not have more of this? *pouts* It's very unfair to tell me about awesome fic ideas and then give me a few tastes of said awesome fic and then deny me my crack, damn it.
(Yes, I really got bored and started reading your old fic. LOL. It's fun!)
Because, look, you just gave me hot and hjgajfdoijkfadsnhjfajhu Brad is going to totally top Kris and that's going to be even hotter and holy shit, girl, you're killing me.
*rereads*
*pouts again when no more magically appears*
I'm stubborn. If I keep at this, it could happen.