mhobbs0430

Title: Back Door Chapter 2/8
Author:

mhobbs0430
Pairing: Adam/Kris
BETA:

wizardesslyn Thanks, bb! I love it!
Rating: NC-17/R for the whole story
Disclaimer: This never happened, just in my imagination, based on real people, I don't own them.
Warnings: m/m sex, one night stand

Summary: This is a based on a prompt for

harlequinkradam round 4. 37. Adam Lambert’s a little tipsy when he mistakes Kris Allen for a fan and takes him home for the night [or blows him off, author choice]. Things are a bit awkward when Adam realizes that the Kris he met the night before is the same Kris Allen his band is supposed to be opening for on their upcoming tour. Can Adam convince Kris that he’s not quite the player [or jerk] he appears to be, and show him that they’re perfect for each other?

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Back Door Chapter 2/8

After the first rocking tune ended, Adam began to speak into the microphone. “Evening everyone”, he yelled. “We’re ‘Back Door’ “, he said. “Thanks for coming out to see us tonight.” He took a sip of his water that he kept in front of the stage. He was trying to see the VIP table without looking like he was. “This next song is an original that the band wrote together. It’s called ‘Fever’”

And with that the music began to play and Adam sauntered around the stage like he owned it, stopping to sing “There he goes, my baby walks so slow” and then enunciating “Sexual Tic Tac Toe” and then strutting around again “Yeah I know, we both know it isn’t time… But will you beee mine.”

Kris almost fell over. The innuendo in that song was… fuck… going right to his dick. He wanted nothing more than the get right in the front and let Adam sing right to him, but… God no. I’m Kris Allen. What the hell was I thinking having a one night stand with some… uh God.

He tried to enjoy the rest of the performance. They did a few original numbers mixed in with some great covers.

At the end of the set, Neal came up to the stage and guided the band over to the VIP table.

They all stood up and introduced themselves to ‘Back Door’. “You guys really rocked it, man”, Cale said.

They chatted for a few minutes, but then Neal asked. “Where is Mr. Allen?”

“Oh, you know, I’m not sure. He was here. I know he saw the performance, but I think he had to run out”, Cale was making an excuse for Kris. He had no idea if Kris had even seen the performance. It was rude of him to walk out like that, but Cale knew he must have had a good reason. He didn’t want these guys to know it though and hurt their feelings. “You’ll meet him soon enough”.

Kris’s manager got everyone a round of drinks and pretty soon it was time for their second set.

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Kris thoroughly enjoyed the performance. He knew the tour would be a success. These guys could really rock and would get the crowd riled up for him to come out. He really wanted to meet them after the set, but realized that Adam might just freak out and didn’t want that to happen in front of everyone; especially just before he had to perform again. No, he thought the reunion might just be better in private.

He watched the band get off the stage and go over to the VIP table. Hopefully Cale would make a good excuse for him, even though there really wasn’t one. He knew it was rude, but…

Then he got an idea. He texted his security guard. ‘I need a disguise’.

A few seconds later, his phone beeped. ‘I have a hat and sunglasses in the car’

‘Perfect. I’m to the right of the bar.’

Kris waited till the band left their table and then put on the hat and glasses and walked back over. Cale started laughing. “Man, what the hell are you doing?”

“Please. I’ll explain later, just, don’t draw any attention to me.”

“No, of course not. You’re doing that all by yourself.” He snorted.

The rest of the group knew better than to speak up, so they just let it go.

Kris sat back down and waited for the second set.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, ‘Back Door’”, the announcer yelled as the band came out playing.

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At the end of their set, there was so much applause that they came out for two encores. Adam did the sexiest rendition of Purple Haze that Kris had ever seen.

When it was over, they jumped off the stage again and talked to the Kris Allen Entourage. Kris held out his hand and introduced himself. “Sorry about the first half. I didn’t want anyone to recognize me, so I hid”, he said, sheepishly.

“Yeah, it must be rough getting recognized everywhere.” Adam spoke for the group.

“You guys sounded fantastic, though. Can’t wait for the tour, it’s going to kick ass.”

They invited the band to sit down and have a round of drinks while they talked about the tour. Adam sort of wondered why ‘Kris Allen’ didn’t take off his sunglasses at least, but shrugged it off.

Kris and his group left and got into the car that was waiting for them. “So, spill Kris”, Cale accosted him. “What the hell?”

“I’ll tell you back at the hotel, ok man?”

He let it go.

They arrived at the hotel and went to their respective rooms. Kris had a private room, of course, he was the star. He felt like a schmuck, though. After some self berating, Kris finally texted Cale, “Come over, I need to talk.”

Cale knocked a few minutes later. “You alright, man?”

Kris proceeded to tell him about the previous night; going to the club and meeting Adam, having drinks, hitting it off and then...

“Adam?”

“Yeah, same Adam.”

“Oh my God.” Cale shook his head. “And you slept with him, didn’t you?”

Kris just nodded in shame.

“God, you’re such a slut”, he laughed.

Kris through a pillow at him, but laughed too. “God, I really am.”

“So, what am I supposed to do now?”

“Do you like him?”

“Shit, I really do.”

“Well, you have to fess up, and soon. We leave for tour in two weeks.”

“God, I know”, he said, doing his best face-palm.

“Call him, man. Now”, Cale stood up and pointed to the hotel phone. Then he walked out, leaving Kris alone.

He called his manger to get Adam’s phone number, since he never thought to get it the other night. The guy had all of their personal information and was discreet enough not to ask any questions.

After several minutes of picking up the phone, then hanging it up, and then almost dialing before putting it down again, Kris finally called the man.

“Adam?”

“Who’s this?” Adam asked. Secretly hoping it was the cute guy from the other night. He’d already forgotten about meeting Kris Allen.

“Kris… uh, Kris Allen”, Kris almost panicked. Oh god, I really used my real name the other night.

“Oh, Mr. Allen.”

“It’s Kris.”

‘Ok, that sounded familiar’, Adam thought.

“Um, I’d like to explain my behavior tonight. Would you be willing to come to my hotel?”

“Uh, is that appropriate Mr. Allen, I mean Kris?” ‘Kris’, that name was in the back of his mind.

“Oh, um…”

“I mean, shouldn’t you be speaking with our manager?” Adam wasn’t sure why this guy ‘Kris Allen’ was calling him; and at this hour.

“Adam, I actually need to talk to you. Please?” He pleaded.

“Ok”, Adam said. He didn’t have any plans for the night anyway. And he was curious why this guy wouldn’t show his face tonight.

Adam hung up and got ready to go out and meet Kris Allen. That was weird, he said to himself. Then he that thought surfaced again. Kris... Cute guy… Kris Allen… ‘No way…’ He put it out of his mind and drove to the hotel in West Hollywood.

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Adam parked the car and walked into the swanky lobby, nervous, although he didn’t know why.

Kris had given Adam his room number, so he took the elevator right up to his floor. He found the room and stopped in front of the door. Hesitating to knock, Adam could hear commotion from the other side. It was Kris, tidying up the floor.

He finally built up his courage and wrapped on the door. It opened a little too quickly, almost like Kris was standing just on the other side, waiting for the knock.

“Adam”, Kris said.

Adam stood there with his mouth open. Even though the thought had crossed his mind for like a half second, he was still completely shocked that this was the same Kris.

“Um, hi.” He greeted him again.

“You’re Kris Allen?” Adam thought of running. He slept with international recording artist, Kris Allen. “I had no idea, I swear”, he started babbling. “You have to believe me.”

“I didn’t either”, Kris interrupted. “Until I saw the band come out on stage tonight.”

“Is that why you hid?”

Kris nodded, face pointed to the floor.

“Can I come in?”

Kris opened the door wider and let Adam inside, shutting the door behind him.

“Were you embarrassed of me?” Adam asked.

“Oh god, no.”

“Then why did you hide?” He demanded.

“I panicked.”

“Why?”

“Well, I’m Kris Allen”, Oh god, that didn’t come out right.

“Oh, and you thought when I found that out that I’d what? Want something from you?” Adam accused.

“No”, Kris stood up. This was not going well. “I mean, I don’t know. I don’t usually do that. Go home with strange men.”

“So I’m strange.”

“That’s not what I meant”, he was fumbling and he knew it. “I’m not a slut.” He blurted.

“And you think I am?” Adam got it now. “Don’t worry, Mr. Allen. We’ll keep this professional. Oh, and don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.” He said, sarcastically. Then Adam stormed out of the room and ran down the hall to the elevator, shaking.

“Shit, that did not go well”, Kris yelled to no one but himself. Well, what were you expecting? Kris sat on his bed with his hands covering his face. “I really fucked up.”

Adam walked through the lobby, steaming. He got outside to the cool air and finally breathed. “Fuck, Kris Allen. I fucked Kris Allen, fuck…”

Then he thought back to the other night when he was just Kris; cute guy Kris; writhing beneath him, screaming his name when he came for him and he just cringed. Kris Allen thought he was a slut; picking up a different guy every night? But he didn’t. Well, not that much.

Adam drove home and went to bed. He slept fitfully that night, dreaming of fucking Kris. Then Kris Allen calling him a slut, telling him he was his dirty little secret.

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Adam was quiet the next day during rehearsal. Tommy noticed something was wrong and tried to get Adam to spill, but Adam was so confused that he didn’t even know what to say to him. “I’m fine, Tommy.”

“Well, I’m here for you buddy. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, thanks.” He did not want to burden the band with this problem. They’d probably side with Kris Allen anyways. Maybe he was a slut.

Isaac pulled Tommy away after rehearsal. “He was fine the night before when he couldn’t stop talking about that guy; remember, Tommy?”

“Oh yeah, what was his name?”

“Cute Guy”, Isaac chuckled.

“Right, I wonder if something happened between them.”

“Knowing Adam? I’m sure it did.” Isaac answered, laughing.

Adam was moping around. It could only mean boy trouble. His heart was broken. His band mates vowed to help him. He couldn’t start the tour all mopey.

There was one more week of rehearsal before the tour began. They sounded good. They were ready.

Adam was feeling, or at least appearing to be, much better.

The band was getting excited. There would be three busses for the entire U.S. portion of the tour. That’s all that ‘Back Door’ was confirmed for at the moment; sixty three city tour, spanning three months.

Adam should have been looking forward to it, but he was now dreading it. Three months on the road with someone who hated him. Did Kris hate him? He never bothered asking him. He just assumed the worst, and stayed away from him. He thought of going to his room so many times, but if Kris had wanted him, he’d have called him by now.

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Kris was just as miserable as Adam was. He was about to go on his first nationwide solo tour in just a few days and he should have been on top of the world. He was Kris Fucking Allen, for God’s sake. But, instead, all he could think about was Adam. He’d really messed up with the guy. He made Adam feel like this was his fault. He wanted to talk to him again, but Cale advised against it. “Kris, just let it go, alright? It’s better for everyone to just forget it.” But, how could he forget him?

They had a couple of dress rehearsals planned for this week and Kris would finally be seeing Adam again. He found himself nervously excited. “Adam”, God he was gorgeous. Kris remembered back to that first night. Adam, expertly making love to him, his hand wrapped around Kris’s dick, thrusting his huge cock into him, making him feel… Shit, I’m so done for.

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