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Always Room For More
American Idol RPF. 1000 words. NC-17. Adam/Brad.

"I'm going to break out like you wouldn't believe if I don't get this off," says Adam, running a finger along his cheekbone. It comes away smeared with blue and magenta, which looked a whole lot better on him about six hours ago when it was freshly applied. "And that's something I don't want to go through again."

"Like you've never slept in your makeup before," says Brad. "All of your pillowcases are stained."

"It's not the same thing," says Adam, dropping his gloves on the table and heading straight for the bathroom. The makeup comes off easily, swipe after swipe, stained cotton balls dropping into the trash one after the other. Underneath Adam is just Adam again, but it doesn't feel so bad when he knows there's someone in his life who likes him no matter what he looks like.

"I'm going to take a shower, okay?" he calls out to where Brad is probably changing. "I need to get this stuff out of my hair."

"Good luck with that," Brad calls back, and he's probably right. Adam resigns himself to glitter on the pillowcases again as he tries to shampoo it out. At least it'll be clean and soft, even if it still sparkles a little bit, and he likes it when Brad lies in bed and plays with his hair, winding strands of it around his fingers and resting his palm against the back of Adam's head.

Sometimes Adam doesn't even think his apartment is big enough for two, let alone his shower. Sometimes Adam doesn't think his shower is big enough for one. But as he leans his head back and lets the hot water splash over his face and shoulders, he feels the curtain open and someone come in behind him.

"I told you not to do that when Brad's over," he says, "he's bound to notice one of these days." He laughs when Brad pinches his ass, spouting water out of his mouth as he does. "You didn't think you could trust me to take care of this on my own?"

"You were taking too long," says Brad, leaving his hand on Adam's ass, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. "I was getting lonely."

"Well, we can't have that," says Adam, tilting his head forward, his hair plastering to his forehead and water running down off his chin. "We both know what kind of trouble you get into on your own."

"And I'd rather get into trouble with you," says Brad, sneaking a hand around him to fondle his hardening cock. "It's much more fun."

Adam laughs again, bracing one arm against the shower wall in front of him as Brad plasters himself to his back and starts slowly jerking himself off. "You've been wanting to do that all night."

"Actually, I've been wanting to suck you off all night," he says, "but that's totally your fault for shoving it in my face so many times. You just can't help yourself, can you?"

"Not when you're around," says Adam, a little hitch in his breath. "Wait, wait, let me..." Brad doesn't wait, but Adam manages to disentangle him for just long enough to turn around so they're face to face. "Like this."

As Brad wraps a hand around him again Adam plants his hands on Brad's hips, thumbs pointing in a vee towards his groin where Brad is definitely already hard. Then he ducks his head swiftly and claims Brad's lips when he's clearly not expecting it, which is always kind of fun. It takes a moment for Brad to catch up, but when he does slide his tongue into Adam's mouth he also slides a thumb over the head of his cock and it's amazing.

"Do you want me to...?" says Adam and Brad says, "Yeah, yeah," and he knows exactly what Adam is talking about, moving his hand away so Adam can wrap a hand around both their cocks at the same time. It's a little more awkward standing up than it is lying down, but Adam steps forward so that one leg is all but wrapped around Brad's and they're almost the same height that way.

"Don't slip," says Brad, pressing his forehead against Adam's shoulder, and Adam would love to say that he's not going to, but he feels all kinds of unstable right now. Which doesn't mean he's not going to keep going, bracing himself as best he can and working them both with his hand. He's always loved the feel of his cock against Brad's, pressed up close and grinding against one another.

He wants to throw his head back as he comes, suck in air and let the feeling rock him, but choking on a flood of water would probably ruin the moment so he just grabs Brad's ass with his free hand, lets go of his own cock and jerks Brad off until he comes with a harsh gasp against Adam's skin.

The hot water washes everything away, and Adam watches it run down the drain as he catches his breath.

"You'll be sorry you ambushed me when I can't get it up again in bed," he says a few moments later, kissing Brad's forehead.

"Don't be ridiculous," says Brad, reaching past him to turn off the water. "You can always get it up again. That was just a warm up."

Then he tilts his head up, gives Adam an actual kiss, and then snags Adam's towel to wrap around himself on the way out of the bathroom. The bitch of it, other than the towel theft, is that he's right a hundred percent about all of that.

But then, that's probably not a bad thing at all.