Title:   Amnesty! Round 1: You Nasty, Naughty Boy
Author: labct1
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: NC17 
Word Count: ~3950
Disclaimer: Completely fabricated
Summary: Kris needs to do a 5 minute presentation for his public speaking class but he's too scared. Adam suggests Kris strip for him as a way to lose some of his inhibitions. Somehow Kris agrees.
Notes: This is for kradambomb for the Japan charity at kradamadness. This was her prompt. (Actually she just told me it was a prompt by blue_icy_rose).  I've included the song Kris strips to as I'm not sure how many people are familiar with it.

Kris Allen hates public speaking. He's just not comfortable standing in front of a group of people talking about something lame. Give him a song to sing and he'll nail it. But words? Not so much. He thought taking a public speaking class would help him overcome his shyness. If he wants his musical career to take off, he's going to have to do interviews for jobs, asking bar owners for gigs, and on and on. Which means he needs to learn to be more outgoing talking with strangers.

Now that their first speech is assigned, he's debating the wisdom of taking the class. Worse is the subject matter. If there is anything he's uncomfortable talking to strangers about it's sex. He knew he was blushing reading the topic to the class, how is he going to survive a five minute speech?

He looks up to see his roommate enter. Adam Lambert is a musical theater major and the most outgoing person Kris knows. Adam can walk up to anyone and have a discussion about anything. It's the one thing he's jealous about.

"Hey, I need some help with my public speaking class," Kris says the minute he sees Adam.

"Why the fuck did you even sign up for that? I told you not to take it but you're stubborn," Adam says as he drops his backpack on his chair.

Kris watches him run his hands through his thick black hair. He used to have reddish hair but Adam didn't like it so last year he dyed it jet black. It took a while to get used to but now Kris can't picture him with any other color. They've been room mates all four years of school. On paper, they are total opposites. In real life, they're best friends.

"I told you why I did it. Are you going to help me or not?" Kris asks impatiently.

"Fine. What's it on?" Adam asks.

Kris stammers for a few seconds before answering, "Birth control methods," Kris says, not meeting Adam in the eyes.

Adam starts laughing. Not a small giggle, but a full on belly laugh. If Kris wasn't so mortified he'd laugh along with him.

"Say condom," Adam teases and Kris just glares at him. Adam laughs harder and he mumbles that he's sorry but Kris knows he isn't.

He waits until Adam gets himself under control. "Really, I'm sorry. Just think. If you can get through this, you'll ace the class."

Kris pulls a beer out of the fridge and takes a long drink. He sits down and his head immediately falls into his hands. He's going to fail this class. He's never going to get through this first speech. He only has a week to prepare and he feels like throwing up thinking about it.

"Picture everyone in their underwear," Adam says and he's still smiling.

"Like that actually works," Kris grumbles and pulls at his hair. "What was I thinking? I can't do this."

"Hey," Adam says seriously and he pulls his chair next to Kris's. "You can do anything. I know you better than anyone."

"Adam, can you really picture me standing in front of a group of strangers talking about lubricated rubbers and shit."

Adam bumps his shoulder against Kris. "Do you remember when I came out Sophomore year and got beat up. Who's the one who stood up to the assholes?"

Kris looks over at Adam. "That's different."

"No it isn't. Somehow you found the courage to do it."

Kris suddenly laughs. "And you repaid me by bringing me to a strip club."

Adam laughs too. "Damn, that was so funny. I don't think I've ever seen your face so red."

"Yeah well I bet I'm redder during class next week."

Suddenly Adam looks at him with a weird look and Kris knows it means trouble. That look means he's thinking about some silly scheme that always back fires.

"Oh no. I know that look. I don't want any part of whatever your thinking." Kris stands up and finishes his beer in one gulp.

"I've got the perfect idea. You can do a strip tease for me."

"What?" Kris shrieks, his eyes going wide and his mouth falling open.

Adam holds up a hand. "Hear me out. You can practice the speech on me all you want but we're best friends so you know you won't feel intimidated. However, how uncomfortable would you feel if you stripped for me? Especially knowing how cute I think you are." Adam winks at him. "You overcome that you can overcome anything!"

"You're crazy," Kris says. "I'm not stripping for you."

Adam gives him a look full of confidence, like he knows he's right and it's only a matter of time until Kris sees things his way. "Was there ever a time you were more embarrassed than at that club?"

"No," Kris says shaking his head. "Never. Ain't gonna happen."

"See, you just proved it's a perfect plan." Adam leans back and crosses his arms across his chest, a smirk on his lips.

"Of all the wild ideas you've had, this is the most far fetched." Kris grabs another beer.

Adam grabs a towel and some clothes. "Think about it. I'm taking a shower before we head out."

Kris watches Adam leave and he releases the breath he didn't know he was holding. Strip for the guy he has a major league crush on? Not in this lifetime.

* * *

A couple of days later, Adam walks into the room to find Kris stammering to say his speech in front of the full length mirror on the wall. He can't picture Kris getting through this speech. At least it's the first one so he'll have time to make up for it but Adam knows if Kris bombs this, it's only going to make the next one more difficult. He wasn't joking when he made the stripping suggestion to Kris. It's not secret Adam finds Kris attractive and Adam knows if Kris could get comfortable enough to take off his clothes in front of him, he could ace this class.

What could be more embarrassing than dancing naked for a guy who has the hots for you?

Kris stops and blushes when he sees Adam and Adam can't help but smile. "Offer still stands," he says.

"Shut up," Kris says and he turns back to the mirror and continues his speech.

Adam shakes his head when he hears Kris mess up again, and again, and again. He throws his hands up in the air. He walks over and spins Kris around.

"Look, I wasn't making a joke. I want to help you. I know how important this is. It's not like I haven't seen your naked ass before. I mean we share a room."

Kris blushes and looks away. "That's different. You weren't look at me like that," Kris manages to finally say.

"Like what?" Adam says totally perplexed.

"You know," Kris says quietly. "Sexually," he adds in a near whisper.

"For God's sake. I'm not going to get a hard on watching you dance around Kris. If that's what you're worried about." He walks back to his desk. "I do have some self control you know."

Adam's a little miffed. They've lived together for four years and he's never done anything improper.

"That's not what I meant."

"It doesn't matter. Let me know when you want to do your speech and I'll listen but it'll have to wait until Sunday. I'm going home tomorrow for the weekend."

"You are?" Kris asks.

Adam takes his papers out of his backpack. He has a test tomorrow that he needs to study for and he promised his friend Danielle he'd meet her at the library in an hour so they could study together. That doesn't leave him a lot of time if he wants to grab a bite to eat before hand.

"Yeah. I'll be back Sunday afternoon. In the meantime you have the room to yourself," Adam says wiggling his eyebrows. Not that Kris will bring anyone back. He doesn't believe in casual flings. Unlike himself.

"Oh, okay. I'll just be doing homework," Kris says and he goes back to the mirror.

"All work and no play makes for a very horny man," Adam teases. "I'm going to head to the union for some dinner before I go meet Danielle. Want to come?"

"Sure."

* * *

Kris spent the Friday night practicing his speech. And messing up every fucking line. What is so difficult about saying jelly or lubricants, or vaginal rings? He's breaking out into a sweat picturing his class laughing at him while he tries to get through the damn thing. And why five minutes? Why can't it be a two minute speech?

He throws his speech on the desk and walks over to the stereo and turns on Adam's Ipod. He isn't surprised when Christina Aguilera comes through the speakers. She is Adam's favorite singer.

He grabs a soda from the fridge and listens to the song, Nasty, Naughty Boy. He could picture this song in a strip club. He stops with the can halfway to his mouth. He couldn't possibly. He listens to the lyrics for a minute and shakes his head to clear it. There's no way. He'd die of mortification. He listens some more, the idea Adam planted running through his mind. Would it really be so bad to strip for Adam? Yes, it would he concludes. Still, Adam does have a point. If he could get through that he could definitely get through the speech. He sits down and thinks about the worst thing that could happen if he went through with it. Adam would laugh at him, and that will probably happen, knowing him. But it's only Adam. It wouldn't be the first time he totally embarrassed himself in front of him. Besides, Adam is his best friend. If he can't be comfortable around Adam, he might as well give it up.

He turns off the music and goes back to his speech but he keeps wondering if maybe Adam isn't as crazy as he thinks.

When Saturday afternoon comes and he's still struggling to get through the speech he decides to go for it and go along with Adam's plan. He thinks he'll surprise him though. He's not sure he could have a conversation with him about stripping for him.

He plays the song from Christina again. He closes his mind and thinks about how he wants to do it. He can picture it in his head. He needs to wear a button down shirt and a tie. It always looks sexy when a guy strips off a tie. And a belt. That will be another something he can strip off slowly. No socks or shoes though. He can't picture how he'd be sexy taking them off. Kris grabs an outfit from the closet and puts it on and then he starts the song.

It takes him a lot of do overs, and he gives up watching himself in the mirror, but by the time midnight rolls around he can manage to strip off his clothes without fumbling.

The few beers probably helped. He'll have to make sure he has some before Adam arrives tomorrow.

* * *

Adam's a little tired from the weekend but he's anxious to get back to school. Maybe he'll take Kris out drinking tonight. Knowing him, he's been holed up in the room all weekend doing homework. He really needs to have a little fun.

He lets himself in the room and sees Kris all dressed up. He is quite an attractive guy. It's funny they never hooked up. Probably because they know too much about each other.

"Hot date?" Adam asks.

Kris gives him a tentative smile and shakes his head. He walks over to the stereo, hits play on the Ipod, and one of Adam's favorite guilty pleasure songs comes on.

Come here big boy and Kris is motioning with his finger for Adam. What is he up to? Adam walks over and sits on the chair that Kris is pointing to. He sits down and watches Kris stand in front of him, his head thrown back and his hand sliding down his throat.

Holy fuck! Kris is going to strip for him. He wants to smile, or laugh but when he sees Kris's eyes, he wants to groan. Kris is lost in whatever role he's playing and Adam has a feeling this is going to be a very bad idea.

You've been a bad bad boy
I'm gonna take my time, so enjoy

Kris runs his hands down the length of his tie before reaching up to loosen it. He leaves it hanging down through his collar, pulling at the ends, and Adam licks his lips waiting to see what's next.

There's no need to feel no shame
Relax and sip upon my champagne

Kris slips the tie out of the collar and moves it down his body before rubbing it slowly over his crotch during the next part.

'Cause I wanna give you a little taste
Of the sugar below my waist, you nasty boy

Adam watches him throw the tie at his face. Kris gives him a wink and turns around. And holy shit this was a really bad idea. He can tell Kris is undoing his belt. He sees it sliding through the loops.

I'll give you some oh-la-la
Voulez vous coucher avec moi?

Kris rolls his hips and turns to face Adam. He places the belt around Adam's neck before sliding it off and down Adam's body.

I got you breaking into a sweat
Got you hot, bothered, and wet
You nasty boy

Adam's got a problem. He's getting hard. Fast. When Kris turns his back, Adam grabs the pillow behind him and covers himself.

He licks his lips as he watches Kris raise the shirt from his pants, teasing him with a glimpse of his side and then his back. He can tell Kris is unbuttoning his shirt and when Kris finally turns back around he's holding it shut in the middle of his stomach. Adam can see parts of his chest and a bit of hair from his belly button to his pants.

Kris's eyes twinkle when he sees the pillow and he releases his shirt and reaches out to rip the pillow off. He eyes Adam's crotch and looks him in the eye, and proceeds to blow Adam's mind when he runs a finger over the bulge in Adam's pants. Kris stands up and slowly runs his hand down his naked chest and rubs his fingers over the snap of his pants.

Hush now, don't say a word
I'm gonna give you what you deserve

Kris lowers one part of the shirt down over his shoulder and Adam watches him with fascination. Kris bites his bottom lip and spreads his shirt wide before ripping it off and scratching his fingers across his stomach.

Now you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy

Adam breathes deeply. Jesus Christ he's going to explode in his pants. He can feel sweat gathering under his shirt and he opens and closes the top of shirt quickly, trying to fan himself.

Oh no, oh there I go again
I need a spanking, 'cause I've been bad
So let my body do the talkin'
I'll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy loving

He watches Kris unsnap his pants and slowly slide the zipper up and down. Adam wants to beg him to just take them off. To take everything off but he's speechless.

Kris wiggles his hips and Adam watches the pants creeping down with each movement, until he sees jet black, tight underwear. Kris makes no effort to hide his erection when the pants are finally removed and the air is suddenly charged with sexual tension. It's not a crazy idea anymore. It's real and Adam wants Kris. Badly.

Ohh ha!
Come on daddy!
Ohh ohh, ohh ohh oh yeah
Oh yeaah oh, come on, sugar

Kris hooks his fingers in the sides of his tight black underwear. He moves his hands up and down to the beat of the music, swishing his hips back and forth. Every once in a while giving Adam a glimpse of the hair hiding underneath. Adam wants to see it all and he wonders if Kris would go that far.

Kris turns and slips his underwear down so Adam can see his ass and Adam closes his eyes for a minute.

"Take it off," Adam says roughly. His voice on edge.

Kris snaps his head up and looks over his shoulder at Adam. He freezes for a minute and Adam thinks he's going to stop. The song is playing in the background and Adam sings along but changes a couple of words.

You got me breaking into a sweat
Got me hot, bothered, and wet
You nasty boy

Kris faces him, continuing to stare at him and Adam doesn't care how pathetic he sounds. He begs, "Please."

Oh baby for all it's worth
I swear I'll be the first to blow your mind
Now that you're ready, give it to me
Just give me that hot, sweet, sexy loving

Kris slips his underwear off and walks over to where Adam is sitting. Adam wraps his mouth around Kris and goes straight down on him. He tastes good. So fucking good. He feels Kris's hands in his hair.

Now give me a little spanking
Ohh, ohh, is that all you've got?
Come on now, don't play with me

The sounds of Adam's mouth sucking, Kris's moans and the music feed their need. The words are hot and sexy and they make Adam want to throw Kris on the bed and fuck him until he can't move.

Oh give me that hot, sweet, nasty
Boy don't you make me wait
Now you better give me a little taste
Put your icing on my cake
You nasty boy

"I want you," he hears Kris say from above.

He removes his mouth and rubs him while he looks into Kris's eyes. He wants to make sure Kris knows what he's asking for and isn't just caught up in the moment. He sees a challenging look come into them and that's all he needs to see. He stands up quickly and backs Kris up until he falls on the bed. He quickly strips and follows him down.

When Adam kisses Kris, there's no hesitation on Kris's part. He opens his mouth and rubs his hands all over Adam's back, his neck, in his hair. Adam can feel the hairs from Kris's legs when he rubs them against Adam's skin and Adam's helpless to stop himself from holding Kris's thigh high against him. He slides his hips up and down and hears Kris moan. He lifts his head to look down at Kris's face and his body relaxes when Kris smiles.

"I should have stripped for you a long time ago," Kris says.

"Oh really?" Adam asks, one eye brow raised. His hand sweeps down Kris's body to stroke him.

He watches Kris's head arch back and his eyes roll in his head.

"I want to fuck you," Adam says, unable to stop the words. He needs Kris to know that he wants everything. He doesn't want a hand job or a blow job. He wants it all.

Kris eyes snap to his. "Yes, please," he begs and reaches down to stroke Adam.

They're both desperate for release. The strip tease was like a long foreplay session even if it only lasted for a few minutes. Adam grabs a condom and some lube from his desk and Kris immediately rolls over onto his hands and knees. Adam almost trips when he sees Kris's ass in the air, waiting for him to slide inside.

It's probably wrong and will mess up their relationship but neither can stop the path their on.

Adam licks from Kris's lower back to his neck and kisses his way back down. He slides his tongue down the crack of his ass and moans when he finds his hole. He holds Kris's cheeks open and softly blows on it, watching it pucker.

"Adam, please," Kris pleads, rocking his hips back.

Adam gently bites him and lubricates his finger. He slides it in slowly, deeply, kissing everywhere he can reach, running his other hand up Kris's back. It's not like Kris is a virgin but he's not as experienced as Adam and Adam wants to make sure Kris enjoys this as much as he's going to.

"More," Kris begs.

Adam groans and slips another finger inside. He slides them in and out, stretching him, preparing him for when Adam enters him. Adam watches another finger slide inside.

"Damn, you're tight," he says.

Kris starts rocking his hips, fucking Adam's fingers and Adam can only stare and feel his cock twitch. He puts a condom on and lines up, holding Kris's hips tight.

"Tell me if I hurt you," Adam says.

He slides in slowly, giving Kris time to adjust and when he's all the way in, he rubs his hands up Kris's sweaty back. He slowly slides out and then back in and watches Kris drop his head. He thrusts a couple more times until he can't hold back.

"Ready?" Adam asks.

"Fuck yes," Kris answers.

Adam holds his hips and starts a faster, harder pace. He can feel his balls slapping against Kris's skin. It's better than any fantasy he's ever had. He hears Kris's shout and Adam comes hard, staying deep inside. His muscles quivering over and over until he finally collapses on Kris.

They stay like that for a few minutes and just when Adam thinks it's going to be awkward, Kris laughs.

"Damn, we need to do that again."

Adam slaps his ass and bites his neck. "Definitely."

Kris struggles to roll over but manages and Adam is relieved to see nothing but content in his eyes.

"It's your turn to strip next time," Kris says. Adam lets his head be pulled down and he kisses Kris, long and deeply.

"Can you handle it?" he asks.

Kris laughs. "Probably not but we'll have fun finding out."

* * *

Two days later Kris stands in front of his class and can't stop smiling. He breezes through his presentation, and didn't stumble once. If having sex with Adam is going to get him all pumped up and energized like he feels now, he's going to make sure Adam fucks him before every speech.

"How'd it go?" Adam asks when he gets back to the room later that day.

"I nailed it," Kris says jubilantly.

Adam picks up Kris and spins him around. They laugh and then Adam sets him down and gives him a serious look. "I lied to you. I'm sorry."

"Lied about what?" Kris is steeling himself for some kind of rejection.

"I told you I wasn't going to get a hard on if you stripped for me."

Kris laughs. "Trust me. You're forgiven. Let's get something to eat."

Adam pulls Kris in close and Kris winds his arms around his neck. "When's your next speech?"

Kris tilts his head back when Adam kisses the side of his neck. He's probably going to have another hickey.

"Next week." Kris lies. If it means he's going to have sex with Adam, he's going to say he has a speech every day. "Should I dance for you?"

"No, it's my turn. Are you going to get a hard on?"

"Hell, yes," Kris says right before his mouth closes on Adam's.

(the end...)