The Dreaded Bowie!fic

[keevacaereni]

So! It happened, I finally cracked and collaborated in RPF, well half anyway.

Title: Oh You Pretty Things
Fandom: Watchmen
Authors: flwrpwr_vampyre and me
Rating: R, maybe NC-17, I'm not sure
Warnings: m/m sex, swearing, CRACK
Summary: Adrian inspires people, and gets thanked for it.
A/N: Yes, this involves David Bowie. Please don't kill me.

Adrian wondered if he'd really inspired all of these people hanging around Studio 54, if the rumours were true that his mask career had kick-started the glam rocker movement. If it had, he wasn't complaining. More boys to pick from.

He reached towards David Bowie's hand, and he couldn't help but notice a certain spark in the other man's eyeliner-clad eyes. He winked as their hands trailed apart, leaving a card with instructions to his penthouse in Bowie's hand.

 

Now all he had to do was wait. Ah well, the Village People were still available. Hopefully he'd pull the sailor. And in a pinch Freddy Mercury was only a phone call away.

However he was Adrian-fucking-Veidt and he didn't actually have to wait long before an assured knock could be heard all throughout his penthouse.

 

He opened the door to find Bowie in full Ziggy Stardust regalia, looking up at him confidently through mascara-ed eyelashes.

Well, that was going to have to change.

 

Not that it wasn't sexy but he wasn't going to be washing glitter out of his hair for the next three days. He had an image to uphold after all.

He tugged the man inside and wondered if he should just suggest sex in the shower in order to get the make-up off.

 

Unfortunately Bowie was engaging his mouth, so conversation was out of the question. He managed to drag them both in the direction of the shower and start it going; all without letting the glam rocker go.

 

Adrian Veidt was a man of many talents.

 

 

Talents that he hadn't even realized extended to figuring out how skin-tight spandex was removed when it had no buttons or zippers. Thankfully it took far less to remove his own fairly sensible clothing and after some purred suggestions of how erotic it was to be washed David looked far more... human.

 

His hair was softer, somehow, without the glitter and hair gel. Adrian wound a few strands around his fingers, marvelling at the texture. His other hand had dropped to David's waist, moving round and down to cup his ass.

 

"Shall we take this to the bedroom?" he asked softly, for once using his natural accent. He had a sudden craving to see the man's pale skin spread out across the rich purple silk of his sheets.

 

"I thought you'd never ask." David was still beautifully arrogant.

They sprawled across the silk expanse of the beds, pale limbs contrasting sharply against the purple of the sheets.

It was very rare for Adrian to have a lover as comfortable in his sexuality as he himself was. David's hands were sure, exploring over Adrian's body, discovering exactly what made Adrian arch and moan.

Oh, that was good. David was steadily moving lower, hands and mouth caressing every inch of him. His tongue was currently swirling around Adrian's left nipple, he noted.

Good to know that even glam rockers pay attention.

 

He continued kissing over Adrian's stomach, thumbs rubbing against his hips softly. Adrian slid his hands into the man's copper red hair enjoying the smoothness of it as it dried, enjoying the softness of his lips.

Just above Adrian's groin David stopped for a second, looking up and grinning at him.

"I suppose a blowjob is a good thank you for inspiring me?"

Adrian smiled lazily. "I guess so."

 

Adrian lost himself in David's long slow licks up his cock, enjoying the tease of it, drawing out the inevitable. He touched what he could reach on the other man, stroking his hands in his hair, over his ears and his cheekbones.

 

He looked debauched, kneeling between Adrian's legs and sucking on his cock, hair glinting in the low light. Full lips eased up and down, tongue swirling gently.

Adrian sighed, pleased, thrusting up gently into warm, wet heat. When he orgasmed it was a surprise even to him, washing over him and leaving him gasping.

David swallowed, giving Adrian a minute or two to regain his composure and then moving up for a kiss. He managed to press his entire body against him, making it quite clear that he was still hard.

Adrian smiled. Bowie was so cocky sometimes.

 

He flipped the man over easily. Bowie was slim without a lot of muscle and his body stretched out long and lean over the sheets.

It wasn’t difficult to figure out exactly where David's erogenous zones were, running his hands lightly over the star's chest and going from there. He was pleased at how little time it took before David was whining and begging for Adrian to just touch him.

 

His hands slid lower as David moaned, high in his throat and needy. His hands slid around his cock, tugging gently as he pressed that spot just there with his other hand.

David arched his back and Adrian grinned. He'd always been a quick study. Now, what to do...

Adrian waited until he had the man nearly incoherent with need before he finally licked a long wet stripe up his cock, swallowing him down with ease.

This was always a high point of their time together, getting to show off just how skilled he really was.

 

Not that that meant he didn't appreciate the feel of David's hands in his hair, his smell, the taste of him, and the knowledge that this was uncomplicated and easy. That this alone was simple for him. No politics, no plans, just touch and taste and release.

It was glorious to be able to shut of his brain for this, to enjoy the sheer hedonism of this act. He slid his fingers down, rubbing and pressing against his entrance. He didn't think they were, to use the crass term, fucking today but he loved the sounds Bowie made as he touched him softly.

 

He was still deep-throating at this point, and as he slipped his finger inside, David came long and hard, fists clenching the sheets and his hair.

Adrian swallowed, not letting a drop fall from swollen lips. It wouldn't do to stain the sheets.

 

He immediately got up to wash his hands, ignoring Bowie's whining about how it ruined the mood. He came immediately back to bed, still drying his hands and crawled over the rock star, dipping his head down to kiss him.

 

 

David returned the kiss, making noises about sleep. Adrian never let him sleep here; it always seemed too...intimate. A quick fuck was all he had time for nowadays.

 

After all, he couldn’t be caught with men in his house. His image was very important to everything he did: he couldn’t risk it.

Then he looked down and saw that David had fallen asleep while he was thinking. He rolled his eyes and smiled. He'd just have to make up something about how they were planning on collaborating, doing something Ozymandias related for David's next album.

He slipped out for a second to grab some extra covers from the closet in the hallways.

Coming back in with blankets, Adrian tucked him in and considered sleeping in another room. Having David Bowie asleep in his bed was bad enough, but asleep together?

As Adrian got into bed, he smiled to himself. It wasn't like his staff weren’t paid handsomely to keep mum, after all. And he had the press wrapped around his little finger.

 

Some things were worth lying about, if you wanted to keep them.