Stone Cold Crazy, You Know?
Jul. 13th, 2010 10:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
samanthahirrI’m going stir-crazy waiting to post my completed Kradam Big Bang (right here, next Tuesday, July 20th! EEEE!), so today I’m posting a snippet from another fic I’ve been working on: a Los Angeles-based AU in which Adam & Kris meet in a very different kind of competition.
“Touch it, baby!” Brad yelled from the other side of the black velvet ropes. “Touch it hard!”
Adam rolled his eyes and pressed his palms flatter against the cherry red finish of the 2010 Ford Fusion Hybrid. Widening his stance, he leaned over the side of the hood, sticking his ass out and giving Brad a wiggle.
“Lick it! Make that car your bitch!”
The soccer mom across from him made a tsking noise under her breath and Adam leered, licking his tongue out just an inch above the gleaming paint job. She sniffed and lifted her chin, turning her eyes away. Her hands stayed glued to the hood.
“I thought only children marked their territory like that,” a light voice drawled to his right.
Adam straightened up and shot his competitor an assessing look. He’d noticed the short package of cuteness during sign-in, but hadn’t picked up on the tantalizing Southern accent before. “Call it lust at first sight. I lick anything that turns me on,” he answered, a suggestive tilt to lips.
“And this car gets you hot?” the cute guy asked, looking up at him with a skeptical eyebrow twitch. “Shouldn’t you be going for something bigger?”
Adam looked up and down the length of the car, and the length of the guy while he was at it. Nice. “Oh, believe me, it’s exactly my type. I like a tight fit, with a solid body and attractive exterior. Something versatile and easy to control that I can take for long rides before it wears out. With a plush interior and a backseat I could really go to town in.”
The guy’s eyes were wide. “Wow, you sure know how to sell a car.”
“Touch it, baby!” Brad yelled from the other side of the black velvet ropes. “Touch it hard!”
Adam rolled his eyes and pressed his palms flatter against the cherry red finish of the 2010 Ford Fusion Hybrid. Widening his stance, he leaned over the side of the hood, sticking his ass out and giving Brad a wiggle.
“Lick it! Make that car your bitch!”
The soccer mom across from him made a tsking noise under her breath and Adam leered, licking his tongue out just an inch above the gleaming paint job. She sniffed and lifted her chin, turning her eyes away. Her hands stayed glued to the hood.
“I thought only children marked their territory like that,” a light voice drawled to his right.
Adam straightened up and shot his competitor an assessing look. He’d noticed the short package of cuteness during sign-in, but hadn’t picked up on the tantalizing Southern accent before. “Call it lust at first sight. I lick anything that turns me on,” he answered, a suggestive tilt to lips.
“And this car gets you hot?” the cute guy asked, looking up at him with a skeptical eyebrow twitch. “Shouldn’t you be going for something bigger?”
Adam looked up and down the length of the car, and the length of the guy while he was at it. Nice. “Oh, believe me, it’s exactly my type. I like a tight fit, with a solid body and attractive exterior. Something versatile and easy to control that I can take for long rides before it wears out. With a plush interior and a backseat I could really go to town in.”
The guy’s eyes were wide. “Wow, you sure know how to sell a car.”