5 ficlets!
Author: salmiaggi
Rating: G - PG-13
Paring: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Genre: Fluff, a bit of smut, a bit of angst
Summary: 1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the length of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do five of these and post them.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, created by my dirty mind and temperamental imagination and written down by my little fingers.
Author’s Notes: These are silly and random, forgive me for that.
Feedback: Yes, I am desperate for it.
Absolutely Zero (by Jason Mraz)
You. You were a friend. You were a friend of mine, I let you spend the night
You see how it was my fault. Of course it was mine.
Kris studied Adam’s sleeping figure with groggy eyes that needed rest. But his mind was restless, not ready to crash just yet. His freckles, there was no end to them, were so visible in the dim light, so beautiful in a ridiculously adorable way. His eyelashes were long and dark and he wanted nothing more than to just kiss those relaxed eyelids and the lashes that framed them.
Kris felt happy, happier than he had ever thought he could. But why did it have to be so fucking confusing and complicated? Adam was his friend. Best friend, even. Adam could be his lover. His happily-ever-after. But what if he screwed it up? What if Adam did? What if, what if, what if...
He rests his head on the pillow, his face as close to Adam’s as possible. The darker man’s breathing is even and lulls Kris into restless sleep in no time.
Hell (by Foo Fighters)
We'll gather around the fire
And I will lead the choir
Sing farewell
See you in Hell
Adam couldn’t remember the last time he had seen anything quite as adorable as the sight in front of him. Kris was singing Foo Fighters. That was nothing new or surprising in itself, but the way the man, who was famous for making songs his own, for being original and true to his own identity as a singer, was clearly trying to imitate Dave Grohl’s fierce, Rock ‘n’ Roll singing style sounded rather hilarious to him. Strumming his guitar like his life depended on it, the smaller man stood in front of him, his back turned to him, his lean legs astride, and his slim body swaying rhythmically to the music.
Come break this skin
I'll let you sink right in
And show you everything
Adam suppressed a chuckle as he didn’t want to interrupt his lover. Kris finished the song, took a few deep breaths, and begun playing the next one.
2 Become 1 (by Spice Girls)
Are you as good as I remember baby, get it on, get it on
'Cause tonight is the night when two become one
Adam opens the door, slowly, wondering where he got all his patience from. He can feel Kris standing close, very close, behind him and the warmth radiating from him makes him want to shiver. As he steps inside the apartment, he turns around to face Kris, whose face is full of emotions, lust, love, hunger first and foremost, and grabs his hand as he starts to move towards the master bedroom.
Kris takes his own shirt off before moving his fingers to free Adam from his wardrobe. His hands take their time exploring the skin underneath, as if they had never had the chance to do that before.
As the clothes disappear, the two move towards the large bed, landing on it with a thump, Kris on top.
They move together languidly, taking their time before the lust takes control.
Pretty Things (by Rufus Wainwright)
Pretty things, so what if I like pretty things
I can’t help it, this song by Rufus Wainwright just keeps reminding me of you. (And I keep playing it over and over again.) I have never met anyone who would like pretty things more than you, may it be pretty clothes, pretty accessories, pretty boys. But I don’t mind. As long as count me as one of those pretty things. (When did I become such a girl?) Plus, it has astrology in it, how could it not remind me of you?
This man is a genius.
Thriller (by Michael Jackson)
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight
“You are seriously asking me to do that?” Kris looks at the TV screen in horror. Adam is looking at him with a wicked smirk on his face.
“It’s not as hard as it looks, actually. And, remember what I did for you last night? Maybe we could repeat that after you do this one tiny thing for me.” Kris glares at Adam.
“Are you blackmailing me? It’s not going to work, man.” Adam moves his hand so he can stroke Kris’ hair. He knows that the way to manipulate Kris into doing something is through his overly sensitive scalp. A small gasp escapes Kris’ mouth.
“If you’re not going to do it for sex, then do it for Michael Jackson.” Adam can see his boyfriend’s stubbornness cave in. He grins and takes Kris’ hand as he gets up.
Soon there are hands flailing in the air, legs tangling together awkwardly, frustrated moans followed by amused chuckles. Adam grins at Kris and can’t believe that he actually got him to dance to Thriller. This has got to be his greatest achievement in life this far.
Author's Notes (Part II): The fourth one is meant as an email/text message/whatever you want to imagine it as. :) And I'm not kidding about the overly sensitive scalp. Kris might not have that, but I do. Stroke my hair with your fingers and see what happens. ;) Something will happen.
Rating: G - PG-13
Paring: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Genre: Fluff, a bit of smut, a bit of angst
Summary: 1. Pick a character, pairing, or fandom you like.
2. Turn your music player on and turn it on random.
3. Write a drabble/ficlet related to each song that plays. You only have the length of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts and stop when it's over. No lingering afterwards!
4. Do five of these and post them.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, created by my dirty mind and temperamental imagination and written down by my little fingers.
Author’s Notes: These are silly and random, forgive me for that.
Feedback: Yes, I am desperate for it.
Absolutely Zero (by Jason Mraz)
You. You were a friend. You were a friend of mine, I let you spend the night
You see how it was my fault. Of course it was mine.
Kris studied Adam’s sleeping figure with groggy eyes that needed rest. But his mind was restless, not ready to crash just yet. His freckles, there was no end to them, were so visible in the dim light, so beautiful in a ridiculously adorable way. His eyelashes were long and dark and he wanted nothing more than to just kiss those relaxed eyelids and the lashes that framed them.
Kris felt happy, happier than he had ever thought he could. But why did it have to be so fucking confusing and complicated? Adam was his friend. Best friend, even. Adam could be his lover. His happily-ever-after. But what if he screwed it up? What if Adam did? What if, what if, what if...
He rests his head on the pillow, his face as close to Adam’s as possible. The darker man’s breathing is even and lulls Kris into restless sleep in no time.
Hell (by Foo Fighters)
We'll gather around the fire
And I will lead the choir
Sing farewell
See you in Hell
Adam couldn’t remember the last time he had seen anything quite as adorable as the sight in front of him. Kris was singing Foo Fighters. That was nothing new or surprising in itself, but the way the man, who was famous for making songs his own, for being original and true to his own identity as a singer, was clearly trying to imitate Dave Grohl’s fierce, Rock ‘n’ Roll singing style sounded rather hilarious to him. Strumming his guitar like his life depended on it, the smaller man stood in front of him, his back turned to him, his lean legs astride, and his slim body swaying rhythmically to the music.
Come break this skin
I'll let you sink right in
And show you everything
Adam suppressed a chuckle as he didn’t want to interrupt his lover. Kris finished the song, took a few deep breaths, and begun playing the next one.
2 Become 1 (by Spice Girls)
Are you as good as I remember baby, get it on, get it on
'Cause tonight is the night when two become one
Adam opens the door, slowly, wondering where he got all his patience from. He can feel Kris standing close, very close, behind him and the warmth radiating from him makes him want to shiver. As he steps inside the apartment, he turns around to face Kris, whose face is full of emotions, lust, love, hunger first and foremost, and grabs his hand as he starts to move towards the master bedroom.
Kris takes his own shirt off before moving his fingers to free Adam from his wardrobe. His hands take their time exploring the skin underneath, as if they had never had the chance to do that before.
As the clothes disappear, the two move towards the large bed, landing on it with a thump, Kris on top.
They move together languidly, taking their time before the lust takes control.
Pretty Things (by Rufus Wainwright)
Pretty things, so what if I like pretty things
I can’t help it, this song by Rufus Wainwright just keeps reminding me of you. (And I keep playing it over and over again.) I have never met anyone who would like pretty things more than you, may it be pretty clothes, pretty accessories, pretty boys. But I don’t mind. As long as count me as one of those pretty things. (When did I become such a girl?) Plus, it has astrology in it, how could it not remind me of you?
This man is a genius.
Thriller (by Michael Jackson)
You know it's thriller, thriller night
You're fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight
“You are seriously asking me to do that?” Kris looks at the TV screen in horror. Adam is looking at him with a wicked smirk on his face.
“It’s not as hard as it looks, actually. And, remember what I did for you last night? Maybe we could repeat that after you do this one tiny thing for me.” Kris glares at Adam.
“Are you blackmailing me? It’s not going to work, man.” Adam moves his hand so he can stroke Kris’ hair. He knows that the way to manipulate Kris into doing something is through his overly sensitive scalp. A small gasp escapes Kris’ mouth.
“If you’re not going to do it for sex, then do it for Michael Jackson.” Adam can see his boyfriend’s stubbornness cave in. He grins and takes Kris’ hand as he gets up.
Soon there are hands flailing in the air, legs tangling together awkwardly, frustrated moans followed by amused chuckles. Adam grins at Kris and can’t believe that he actually got him to dance to Thriller. This has got to be his greatest achievement in life this far.
Author's Notes (Part II): The fourth one is meant as an email/text message/whatever you want to imagine it as. :) And I'm not kidding about the overly sensitive scalp. Kris might not have that, but I do. Stroke my hair with your fingers and see what happens. ;) Something will happen.