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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: NC17
Warnings: Slash, het, later on sex, drugs, and alcohol
Prompt: #170 "I walk throuhg the valley of..."
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: This is another excerpt from a fic I am working on. The prompt was used as inspiration for Kris and Brad working together, which is the direction this fic is going to go in.
Kris winced as he followed Brad into the club, trying to keep sight of the other man in front of him. There was no chance of him getting lost. The second they had stepped through the dark doors Brad had latched onto his hand in an iron grip and wouldn’t let go. Kris’s first instinct was to jerk away but he rethought that when someone covered in leather and glitter brushed up against him on their way to the bathroom.
“Brad!” Kris yelled trying to catch the other man’s attention over the fast techno beat vibrating through the club and he found himself being pulled to the bar with Brad turning to him his face stern and a little unsure.
“Listen Conway,” Brad smiled bristly “I need you to do me a teensy little favor, which you’ll do because you are nauseatingly nice.” He pulled Kris against his side, letting go of his hand to slip his arm around Kris’s waist and Kris’s eyes went wide as he felt Brad’s hand move into his back pocket.
The other man’s voice was casual “See the guy coming this way, the one attached the blond trollop?” and Brad was now whispering his ear in a way that was entirely too intimate for Kris’s liking, not as intimate as the hand currently squeezing his ass.
Kris followed Brad’s gaze, looking through the crows of leather bound and glitter sprayed men and women. He spotted the blond first, the man’s hair was bright, streaked with a red strip, and the ton of gel in it made it look plastic. He was wrapped a taller olive skin man, and Brad was right, they were making their way over to where Kris was trying to pry Brad off him.
“Stop being such a prude.” Brad pulled him closer and his breath was hot on Kris’s ear “That’s my ex, and that’s the little slut he left me for. Truthfully I’m glad to be rid of bitch, he was lousy in between the sheets, too whiny. But he’s been going around telling everyone how’s he broke my ice cold heart and found someone better.”
“I’m sorry,” Kris let out nervously his throat dry “but I’m not sure where I fit into this.” And really, being bored at Adam’s was started to look a lot more appealing. It was nice there, calm, and mostly it didn’t contain the insanity that was Brad.
“You fit in perfectly Sweety,” and Brad was giving him a wide grin, eyes mischievous “You, Kris Allen, are a gay man’s walking wet dream.” He emphasized that point by gripping Kris’s ass through his jeans, his hand hot through the material and Kris ducked his head, biting his bottom lip. Brad moved closer against him his voice back in Kris’s ear “And you can fool Adam, but baby you can’t fool me, you can’t tell me you’ve never fantasized about another man’s cock.”
Kris’s face flushed and he licked his lips, unable to deny the accusation. It wasn’t like he had to. No one had ever asked him. It had been automatically assumed that because he was married that meant he was straight, no one had ever guessed that Kris was a bisexual with a wife.
Except apparently for Brad.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. This is real person fic so yeah, they belong to themselves.
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Slash, het, later on sex, drugs, and alcohol
Prompt: #170 "I walk throuhg the valley of..."
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: This is another excerpt from a fic I am working on. The prompt was used as inspiration for Kris and Brad working together, which is the direction this fic is going to go in.
Kris winced as he followed Brad into the club, trying to keep sight of the other man in front of him. There was no chance of him getting lost. The second they had stepped through the dark doors Brad had latched onto his hand in an iron grip and wouldn’t let go. Kris’s first instinct was to jerk away but he rethought that when someone covered in leather and glitter brushed up against him on their way to the bathroom.
“Brad!” Kris yelled trying to catch the other man’s attention over the fast techno beat vibrating through the club and he found himself being pulled to the bar with Brad turning to him his face stern and a little unsure.
“Listen Conway,” Brad smiled bristly “I need you to do me a teensy little favor, which you’ll do because you are nauseatingly nice.” He pulled Kris against his side, letting go of his hand to slip his arm around Kris’s waist and Kris’s eyes went wide as he felt Brad’s hand move into his back pocket.
The other man’s voice was casual “See the guy coming this way, the one attached the blond trollop?” and Brad was now whispering his ear in a way that was entirely too intimate for Kris’s liking, not as intimate as the hand currently squeezing his ass.
Kris followed Brad’s gaze, looking through the crows of leather bound and glitter sprayed men and women. He spotted the blond first, the man’s hair was bright, streaked with a red strip, and the ton of gel in it made it look plastic. He was wrapped a taller olive skin man, and Brad was right, they were making their way over to where Kris was trying to pry Brad off him.
“Stop being such a prude.” Brad pulled him closer and his breath was hot on Kris’s ear “That’s my ex, and that’s the little slut he left me for. Truthfully I’m glad to be rid of bitch, he was lousy in between the sheets, too whiny. But he’s been going around telling everyone how’s he broke my ice cold heart and found someone better.”
“I’m sorry,” Kris let out nervously his throat dry “but I’m not sure where I fit into this.” And really, being bored at Adam’s was started to look a lot more appealing. It was nice there, calm, and mostly it didn’t contain the insanity that was Brad.
“You fit in perfectly Sweety,” and Brad was giving him a wide grin, eyes mischievous “You, Kris Allen, are a gay man’s walking wet dream.” He emphasized that point by gripping Kris’s ass through his jeans, his hand hot through the material and Kris ducked his head, biting his bottom lip. Brad moved closer against him his voice back in Kris’s ear “And you can fool Adam, but baby you can’t fool me, you can’t tell me you’ve never fantasized about another man’s cock.”
Kris’s face flushed and he licked his lips, unable to deny the accusation. It wasn’t like he had to. No one had ever asked him. It had been automatically assumed that because he was married that meant he was straight, no one had ever guessed that Kris was a bisexual with a wife.
Except apparently for Brad.
