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Steampunk!AU, part three

It's amazing how productive one becomes when one has five entirely other things all urgently due. :P Also brought to you by massive frustration over the lack of any actual music from Adam (although the happiness of hoopla_magnet and idolmeta are soothing the scorn).


Also, while I am posting this -- I have not yet read much of this story because I am saving for when it is all done and I can devour it all in one giant glorious feast, but if you are reading this story then presumably you do not mind serials/WIPs! So you should also go read The Devilstone Registry, a fabulous Wild West-steampunk AU by xbeyondxinsanex, up to chapter 11 of 12. \o/


Steampunk!AU (1300 words in this part)
Adam/Kris, adult, explicit

In which it's good to be the king, and Lord Cowell is not easily embarrassed.

* Steampunk!AU part one
* Steampunk!AU part two



The king stepped in closer, and Kris stared up at him, feeling a little weird and dizzy. Maybe the wine hadn't been the most awesome idea after all. "Kristopher?" the king said.

"Yeah?" Kris said. His eyes really were—amazing. And his mouth was kind of—

"In case no one mentioned it," the king said, "I'm your sovereign. And I'm not to be refused."

"Oh?" Kris said, a little vaguely, because look, it was distracting, and then the king had cupped Kris's face in his hands and was leaning in, and Kris said, "Oh—" and then he was being kissed, sweet and deep and hard.

The king—"Call me Adam," he murmured in Kris's ear—was barely stopping long enough between kisses to let Kris catch his breath.

"Adam?" Kris said, his voice rising. "You want me to call you—" He stopped, because the king had gotten the doublet-lacings undone in about five seconds instead of the half-hour it had taken to do them up in the first place, and his hands were sliding onto Kris's back. They were cool against his stifled skin after all the layers of wool and velvet: palms soft and unhardened, the fingers smooth except for the sorcery calluses on the pads of his ring fingers, and his thigh pressed between Kris's legs as they went tumbling backwards into the huge, soft, velvet-curtained bed.

"Well, I don't want to be called Your Majesty in bed," the king said, laying soft hot kisses along Kris's neck.

"Okay, I can see that would be," Kris said, and choked off as the king's mouth slid onto his collarbone and a hard, wracking shiver went down his back and legs. He clenched a hand into the king's hair, thick and soft, wool and furs under him, velvet overhead, dazed. He'd fumbled around with friends before once or twice, out on the moors, long cold nights guarding the borders or watching the sheep, but this was not the same. He had a brief crazy vision of being rolled up with—Adam—in a heap of uncombed sheepskins and coarse blankets, bits of twigs in his hair and rocks under them, and started laughing, breathless.

"I don't believe you're taking this seriously enough," Adam said.

"I don't believe this is happening," Kris said, but then Adam rolled his hips in a long and grandiose swell against him. "—I could be convinced, though," Kris added, strangled.

"Good," Adam said, kissing his mouth again. "I'll work on that."

His hand was on the lacings of Kris's breeches now, picking open the ties easily, and Kris had a moment: this really was happening, and he wasn't the kind who'd ever wanted to roll into bed with a stranger—he'd always thought it would be nice to wait until—

He caught Adam's hand, halfway down the placket, and blurted out, "I've never actually—"

Adam stared down at him, wide-eyed, incredulous, and then he said, "Is there something wrong with the people where you live?"

"There aren't a lot of us?" Kris said, rolling his eyes. "And a lot of the ones I'm not related to are sheep."

Adam laughed and bent down and bit at Kris's nipple, exposed in the crumpled silk wreck of his doublet. Kris gasped and arched up into his mouth. "So was that a plea for me to stop and preserve your virtue?" Adam said, and licked his tongue over it.

"Uh," Kris said, groaning a little, wavering. "It—I—"

"Because I could," Adam said, and shifted his weight so Kris could feel his cock, hot against his thigh through the breeches and hose. There was a lot of it. Adam nipped at his ear. "Any time you like." The heel of his hand pressed, gently but firm, between Kris's legs; Kris couldn't help rocking into it, and screw it, this was nice too; this was better than nice, holy fuck.

"No," Kris said, strangled, "no, that's okay, just mentioning—"

"Are you sure? Because I wouldn't want to despoil anyone unwilling," Adam added, rubbing his hand back and forth, a long stroke.

"Just shut up and despoil me already!" Kris said, and he hooked a leg around Adam's hip and rolled them over, Adam breaking out into delighted laughter under him.

#

Kris woke up slow and luxuriously, the heavy bed curtains cutting the light to a watery trickle. Adam was stirring beside him, stretching out, and he rolled up onto his side and looked down at Kris heavy-lidded and pleased. And hey, as long as Kris had lost his virtue anyway—

So he was leaning in to kiss Adam again when there were voices outside the door, and people started to come into the room. Not servants, either, but lords—Lord Cowell and Lord Fuller both, and several other barons. Kris flattened himself into the covers as much as he could, and glared at Adam, who didn't seem at all bothered by an army of nobles wandering into his bedchamber with the dawn.

Adam grinned back at him, a little wolfish, and leaned in to whisper, "What, you didn't know about the levee?"

"Your Majesty," Kris said—"Adam," the king said, still grinning—"Your Majesty," Kris said, pointedly, "I don't know if anyone's ever told you this, but you're a jerk."

The king threw back his head and laughed, wholeheartedly, and then he kissed Kris hard and fast once more and said, "I'm not at all! I won't even make you get out of bed," before he threw back the covers on his side and stepped down out of the curtains stark naked, to let his waiting valet throw a dressing gown over him.

Kris gave serious thought to taking him up on that offer, but after Adam had gotten out, a manservant came around to his side with another robe, and it seemed pointless to hide. Kris wouldn't be seeing any of these people ever again soon as he went back home. Hell, Simon would probably even be happy, since apparently this had been his idea from the start.

Besides, there was a huge slab of pork belly stewed in wine coming into the room, at the head of a dozen dishes, and Kris was starving the second he got a whiff of it. The lords were all busy talking politics, too, and ignoring him, which meant Kris actually got a plate of hot food before any of them did. He made a point of catching Adam's eye from where he stood in a small knot of men as his servants put on his robes, and licking his fingers exaggeratedly.

That didn't work all that well, though, because instead of looking annoyed, Adam narrowed his eyes in that smoky, turned-on way that had meant something amazing was about to happen, and apparently one night was all it had taken for Kris to take that information to heart. Or to other parts of his anatomy. Kris edged over around the corner of the table.

Simon did actually come over, after he'd talked to the king. "You do realize you aren't meant to eat until the king begins?" he said, looking disapprovingly at the plate.

"Lord Cowell," Kris said, "you're going to have to bear with me if I don't really give a damn about your advice anymore."

Cowell snorted. "Yes, go on, I'm perfectly willing to hear you try and convince me you have complaints about your evening."

He looked Kris up and down the dressing gown. Kris glared at him. "I don't have complaints about the night. I've got plenty about you trying to score points against Lord Fuller off our problems and lying to me about it. Not to mention what else you were trying to score points off. Isn't it kind of beneath your dignity to play procurer?"

"Kristopher," Cowell said, utterly unembarrassed, far as Kris could tell, "you're going to have to shed that naivete very quickly. No one at court will ever do anything without at least one selfish motive."

Kris rolled his eyes. "Then it's lucky for me I'm not staying long."

Cowell raised an eyebrow. "Really?"





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\o/ THIS IS SO AMAZING. My favourite part is Kris flattening himself into the covers. I don't know why that's so funny and clear as a visual, but it's just great. :D :D

ALSO SERIOUSLY JFC WHEN IS ADAM'S MUSIC GOING TO BE RELEASED. WHEN????
WHY WON'T THEY GIVE IT TO US BEXLESS WHYYYYYYY *cries*
I AM SHAKING AND CRYING RN. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REC.

HEARTS IN MY EYES.
and i just read this chapter, and what can I say, I am eagerly awaiting more!
Awesome! Love this story so much! Although I can't help feeling that real Adam would be totally fine with being called Your Majesty in bed :)
Just a mention here, I believe Oct 12th is the date we're gonna be getting Adam's single. I could be wrong though - so don't quote me. And something tells me that Kris is sooooo staying at court. Like maybe forever.
I FLAILED SO HARD WHEN I SAW YOU HAD UPDATED. IT'S REALLY FUN TO FLAIL WITH LONG LONG SLEEVES.
And yessss, steampunk!AU, I loved the first two parts and was eager to see it updated, I'm so glad you posted this, it totally got me out of the sad mood I was in, THANK YOU.
I am <3-ing this fic so so so much. Sovereign!Adam is so much fun to read, all kingly and competent and cheeky, and Kris is so feisty and kickass! I am desperately looking forward to more.
Hee! Wonderful & remarkably hot (collarbones, yum!)
*hearts* STEAMPUNK AU FTW!

Also, how is Kris so adorable?
How did I miss this all? AHHH. It's so hilariously awesome, and I looooove the bits of steampunk-y detail strewn in for good measure.
How did I MISS this until now??? I love steampunk. And this. And, er, you, obviously and - brb. Flailing. MORE!!!!!!!! This is hysterical. And hot. :D
Yay! Steampunk! This is so much fun and so sexy and STEAMPUNK.
Girl, you too much. And I mean that in the best way possible :)
Yay! Thank you so much--I love Steampunk!Idol!
Ooooh this was SO AWESOME! Very funny and very very hot. Love Kris being despoiled hee. So much love for this :)

I am seriously dying waiting for music here. GIVE ME SOME DAMN MUSIC ADAM! Fandom always helps though.
I just love everything you write! Thank you for doing your part to make the wait for Adam's music more bearable:)

"Just shut up and bespoil me" is pretty much my new favorite line.
I am so thrilled about everything this story is. The image of Kris in a robe is warming my heart - and of course Adam's complete lack of shame. This definitely helps in the whole waiting to see if Adam and his music are actually real.
Yesssssss! I love this AU sofa king much. And srsly, between the lack of new fanfic & lack of a single, I was getting really freaking frustrated, which makes your timing with this update perfect. :D
Delurking to say, yay! Recently discovered this fandom (how did it take me so long?), and it's fantastic - more, pretty please? With chocolate sprinkles and little marshmallows?

I'm also wondering how long it's going to take Adam to abolish the nobles' breakfast in favour of morning nookie...
Yes, Kristopher: REALLY?







:D :D :D
I love this fic! Can't wait for your next chapter - storyline is too cool!
Hee. I love the Kris/Adam dynamic here - I always like it best when they surprise each other. I think they both find staying in control of themselves pretty easy most of the time, but they have a knack for knocking each other slightly off balance (which is fun to watch! and definitely sexy).
OH MY GOD there are no words for how much I love steampunk, and therefor this. I love all the little details about their clothes and Kris is just adorable here. Heeee! <3
Ooh - just found this fandom, and it's fabulous! More of this please? Pretty please? With cherries, chocolate sprinkles and little marshmallows on top?

I'm also wondering how long it will take Adam to abolish the nobles' breakfast so he can have morning nookie...
So sweet!
shiny shiny shiny *_*
I love this SO MUCH! I especially love that Kris is probably the most entertaining person ever procured for Adam. :)
The larger world and politics and story hinted at in these little ficlets just thrill me with anticipation and delight. Eeee!
I want more of this! Pretty please?
Please Please Please add to this story!:)
I just discovered this story and would love to see more of it. I totally buy King Adam as being devilishly good at despoiling virgins and young master Allen could give any spunky harlequin heroine a run of her money.
*pester pester pester* You're still working on this, yes? I hope? I mean... it'd be a shame if the bunny hopped away. Wouldn't it? All doe-eyed and forlorn and horny...

I'm just sayin'. I love you! :D
Just discovered this--god, I'm dying here! Want moooore of this 'verse! <3