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Author: Clio
Title: Don't Stop the Music
Pairing: American Idol: David Cook/Adam Lambert
Rating: R for language/suggestions, perhaps
Summary: Adam isn't sure why David wants to take part in a celebrity ballroom dancing competition, but he's supportive in his own way.
Length: 450 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes: So I was listening to Rhianna's "Don't Stop the Music" on the train this morning, which always reminds me of last year's Idol Gives Back, and Cook singing this song with Lacey Schwimmer basically shaking his hips for him, and then that made me think of Dancing with the Stars, and that made me think about, well, what if Cook went on DWTS and partnered with Lacey and danced a samba to "Don't Stop the Music"? And then this happened.
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"Nice look, Cook."
"Shut up, Lambert," David said, popping a grape tomato into his mouth. "You're just jealous."
"Me, jealous of Lacey?" Adam asked. "The hell I am." He was grazing the vegetable tray too, and started gesturing with a cucumber spear. "I can get you to be my cape any time and you know it."
"Okay first," David replied, counting off on his fingers, "that's the paso doble and we're dancing a samba tonight. Second, you'd be the cape and you know it, so don't even start with me. And third, not jealous of Lacey, jealous of my getting to wear this outfit on network television."
Adam made a face somewhere between a scowl and a pout, his usual expression when one of David's comments was a little too on-the-nose. The outfit was fierce, no doubt about it: midnight blue trousers tighter than anything Adam had ever seen David wear and a matching shirt unbuttoned almost to the navel. "At least my tight pants don't have to be high-waisted."
"Don't be bitchy, darling," David said, "or you won't get your reward."
"Reward?" Adam asked.
David took a bottle of water off the dressing room table, opened it, and took a swig, a pause for effect that had Adam wondering why everyone thought he was the drama queen. "See, I'm going to have to be all macho and sexy on stage tonight with Lacey. But once the post-show interviews are done and I'm free to go, I'll need you to remind me just what being a man really means."
Adam cocked his head, not inclined to work out this riddle. "Care to clarify that?" he asked.
David leaned in close, putting his lips on Adam's ear. "While I'm shaking my ass, I'll be wishing your cock was in it, so after the show you'd better be bending me over the nearest piece of furniture." He leaned back so he could stare into Adam's eyes, and raised his eyebrows in challenge.
Adam gave him a lopsided grin. "I can do that."
"Good," David replied.
A knock on the door, and Lacey came into David's dressing room. "Ready?" she asked. "Oooh, nice sexy glare, David. Hold that thought while we're dancing and you'll get a nine from Bruno."
David hadn't taken his eyes from Adam's. "No problem," he replied.
"Break a leg," Adam said.
"What, no good luck kiss?" Lacey asked.
"He doesn't want to ruin his makeup," they replied, nearly in unison, then laughed.
"You guys? Are so weird," Lacey said, rolling her eyes as she left the room.
Title: Don't Stop the Music
Pairing: American Idol: David Cook/Adam Lambert
Rating: R for language/suggestions, perhaps
Summary: Adam isn't sure why David wants to take part in a celebrity ballroom dancing competition, but he's supportive in his own way.
Length: 450 words
Disclaimer: People sort of own themselves, don't they? Which means this is a work of fiction.
Notes: So I was listening to Rhianna's "Don't Stop the Music" on the train this morning, which always reminds me of last year's Idol Gives Back, and Cook singing this song with Lacey Schwimmer basically shaking his hips for him, and then that made me think of Dancing with the Stars, and that made me think about, well, what if Cook went on DWTS and partnered with Lacey and danced a samba to "Don't Stop the Music"? And then this happened.
Awesomely and instantly beta'd by
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"Nice look, Cook."
"Shut up, Lambert," David said, popping a grape tomato into his mouth. "You're just jealous."
"Me, jealous of Lacey?" Adam asked. "The hell I am." He was grazing the vegetable tray too, and started gesturing with a cucumber spear. "I can get you to be my cape any time and you know it."
"Okay first," David replied, counting off on his fingers, "that's the paso doble and we're dancing a samba tonight. Second, you'd be the cape and you know it, so don't even start with me. And third, not jealous of Lacey, jealous of my getting to wear this outfit on network television."
Adam made a face somewhere between a scowl and a pout, his usual expression when one of David's comments was a little too on-the-nose. The outfit was fierce, no doubt about it: midnight blue trousers tighter than anything Adam had ever seen David wear and a matching shirt unbuttoned almost to the navel. "At least my tight pants don't have to be high-waisted."
"Don't be bitchy, darling," David said, "or you won't get your reward."
"Reward?" Adam asked.
David took a bottle of water off the dressing room table, opened it, and took a swig, a pause for effect that had Adam wondering why everyone thought he was the drama queen. "See, I'm going to have to be all macho and sexy on stage tonight with Lacey. But once the post-show interviews are done and I'm free to go, I'll need you to remind me just what being a man really means."
Adam cocked his head, not inclined to work out this riddle. "Care to clarify that?" he asked.
David leaned in close, putting his lips on Adam's ear. "While I'm shaking my ass, I'll be wishing your cock was in it, so after the show you'd better be bending me over the nearest piece of furniture." He leaned back so he could stare into Adam's eyes, and raised his eyebrows in challenge.
Adam gave him a lopsided grin. "I can do that."
"Good," David replied.
A knock on the door, and Lacey came into David's dressing room. "Ready?" she asked. "Oooh, nice sexy glare, David. Hold that thought while we're dancing and you'll get a nine from Bruno."
David hadn't taken his eyes from Adam's. "No problem," he replied.
"Break a leg," Adam said.
"What, no good luck kiss?" Lacey asked.
"He doesn't want to ruin his makeup," they replied, nearly in unison, then laughed.
"You guys? Are so weird," Lacey said, rolling her eyes as she left the room.
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Date: 2009-04-17 11:58 pm (UTC)Ridiculously snappy and had just the right amount of cuteness, sexiness, witty banter (oh how I love your witty banter) and it had me saying "this pairing is so wrong...but I can't stop reading!"
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Date: 2009-04-18 03:09 am (UTC)But who knows, I could wander off into some valley of Cook/Lambert fic after this. Cook has tacked toward the musical theater end of his personality here and you have to admit, they do have some things in common.
Baseball, of course, not being one of them.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting! I'm very pleased that you liked it!
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Date: 2009-04-18 10:31 am (UTC)Their back and forth was sexy, and the ending was perfect, especially "He doesn't want to ruin his makeup," - LOL.
I did not know that I liked this pairing, but now I think I do :D
:D
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Date: 2009-04-23 01:52 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-04-23 01:53 pm (UTC)Oh, and you caught the Scruples shout-out, didn't you?
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Date: 2009-04-21 05:23 am (UTC)Like everyone, I think your banter is divine. The makeup line in stereo made me giggle. I've always been a bit ...? over this pairing but I will happily read it if you're writing it. :D
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Date: 2009-04-23 02:06 pm (UTC)I'm super pleased that you liked it! I think I saw the pairing on one fic in idolslash a while back but my only reaction was "wow, guess Adam's the fandom bicycle this year!"
It was the situation that got me to the pairing, rather than the other way around. I only have one other scenario in my head for this pairing—I think if I wrote longfic for Adam it would be some kind of Adam/Allison no sex thing because I fag-hag ship them SO MUCH.
It's possible that season 8 demands a 70s AU from me, or a 90s club kid one. But it would be RadioFriendly-sized, not this monster I'm posting right now. Damnit, I do not need another thing to be writing!!!!!!
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Date: 2009-04-23 11:49 pm (UTC)I think you should definitely write long Adam&Allison fic, because I'm right there with you on the fag/hag shipping. They're precious.
Wriiiite it. :D
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Date: 2009-04-21 05:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-23 02:10 pm (UTC)As you can tell, Adam just marched in and demanded to be in the story, and things got bitchy pretty quickly from there. (I also like the idea of Adam being a big sparkly top.) I'm really glad that you liked it despite the Cook, and thanks so much for your comment!!
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Date: 2009-04-21 11:17 am (UTC)Thanks for posting, I loved it!
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Date: 2009-04-23 02:13 pm (UTC)I'm so pleased you liked it. Thanks so much for your comment!!