Kris/Adam, "Someone Else"
Title: Someone Else
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG
Words: 799
Summary: Katy calls Kris.
Through half-closed eyes, Adam watched.
Kris was outside on the balcony, pacing back and forth on the cement in bare feet with his cell phone tucked securely between his shoulder and his ear. Adam couldn’t make out the expression on his face, but everything in Kris’s body language betrayed his agitation. Shoulders hunched, short, frustrated steps, and Kris was making angry slashes in the air with his free hand.
As Adam’s brows drew together into a frown, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed to- to what, exactly? It wasn’t as if he could go out there and interrupt the phone call.
With a sigh, Adam frowned deeper and resigned himself to waiting. His mind started working through possible problems. Katy was on the other end; Kris had excused himself ten minutes earlier to take the call with a small smile.
Was Katy mad?
Adam scoffed. She must be. Kris didn’t get upset over nothing. Kris was one of the most mild tempered, patient people Adam had ever met, and Adam knew a lot of people. So what would put Katy in a bad mood?
He laughed out loud. He could name a handful of things right off the bat. The tour. The attention, the fans, winning. The distance.
The sliding door was open a crack.
Adam couldn’t understand anything that was being said, but he knew the exact moment Kris swore and vehemently snapped his phone shut. He itched to go over and find out what happened, but (for once) respect won out over curiosity and he held still.
Kris sank to the ground, knees pulled up to his chest, leaning against the solid concrete, waist-high wall that outlined the balcony.
It only took one direct look that had Adam up and heading over in the blink of an eye.
“Hey,” he said quietly, gently closing the glass door behind him as he stepped through
Kris mumbled back something that could have been hi, Adam had no idea. He sat down cross legged beside Kris, knees nudging Kris’s side.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” Kris admitted. Then- “There’s someone else. I can’t take the distance anymore and you’re in love with him.”
Adam blinked. Once, twice, three times. “Run that by me again, please.” Nothing really registered, Kris was being vague and now fidgety. “You said this?”
Kris slowly turned his head to look at him.
He stilled. “... She did.”
“Yeah.”
Adam’s mind was going a mile a minute. He swallowed. Come on, Lambert. One thing at a time.
“She wants a divorce.”
Oh, god. “Kris, I am so sorry.” He reached out and Kris fell forward into his arms awkwardly. He stretched out his legs and shifted so he could lean against the wall and Kris could lie back into him.
“So.” Adam spoke after a minute. He could feel the warmth of Kris’s stomach through the thin t-shirt, under his palms. “Are you going to do it?”
Kris sighed, letting his head fall back. “No. Yes. I don’t know. Probably.”
Adam didn’t laugh. “What she said... Is there...” He paused, choosing his words carefully, “A someone else on both sides?”
“Yes.” Kris didn’t stiffen, like he’d expected. “She didn’t even make it an option.”
“I’m sorry.” But saying the words wouldn’t make it better.
“I know.”
Adam rested his forehead in the spiky tufts of brown hair by his shoulder.
Kris suddenly pulled away, twisting his head around to stare at him intently. The expression wrinkled his nose and Adam had to smile at the effect. “Will you stay? With me?” Immediately he broke eye contact, cheeks flushing pink. “I mean, if-”
Adam laughed. “Kris.”
“... Yeah.”
You’re in love with him. Him, Katy had said.
Adam opened his mouth.
“I... am kind of ridiculously in love with you,” tumbled out before he could stop it.
Kris’s eyes went wide.
Adam squeezed his shut.
Kris must have lunged forward, because the next thing Adam knew, warm, dry lips crashed into his and there was a tongue flicking at his mouth and he had an armful of Kris Allen.
* * *
“Someone else?”
“Mhmm.”
Covers rustled as Adam shifted. “God, I hate that term. It’s so demeaning.”
Kris’s head popped out from under the blankets. His eyes were big, hair sticking up in every direction even more than his normal style, lips red and swollen from kissing.
“Really.”
Adam fought the grin. “Mhmm.”
Kris tugged him down for a kiss. “Even though you’re my someone else?”
“Well, when you put it that way...”
* * *
“Kris.”
“Adam.”
“I think I have stubble burn on my face.”
“Adam, if you’d be quiet for two minutes, that’s not the only place you’ll have it.”
Adam shut up.
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG
Words: 799
Summary: Katy calls Kris.
Through half-closed eyes, Adam watched.
Kris was outside on the balcony, pacing back and forth on the cement in bare feet with his cell phone tucked securely between his shoulder and his ear. Adam couldn’t make out the expression on his face, but everything in Kris’s body language betrayed his agitation. Shoulders hunched, short, frustrated steps, and Kris was making angry slashes in the air with his free hand.
As Adam’s brows drew together into a frown, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed to- to what, exactly? It wasn’t as if he could go out there and interrupt the phone call.
With a sigh, Adam frowned deeper and resigned himself to waiting. His mind started working through possible problems. Katy was on the other end; Kris had excused himself ten minutes earlier to take the call with a small smile.
Was Katy mad?
Adam scoffed. She must be. Kris didn’t get upset over nothing. Kris was one of the most mild tempered, patient people Adam had ever met, and Adam knew a lot of people. So what would put Katy in a bad mood?
He laughed out loud. He could name a handful of things right off the bat. The tour. The attention, the fans, winning. The distance.
The sliding door was open a crack.
Adam couldn’t understand anything that was being said, but he knew the exact moment Kris swore and vehemently snapped his phone shut. He itched to go over and find out what happened, but (for once) respect won out over curiosity and he held still.
Kris sank to the ground, knees pulled up to his chest, leaning against the solid concrete, waist-high wall that outlined the balcony.
It only took one direct look that had Adam up and heading over in the blink of an eye.
“Hey,” he said quietly, gently closing the glass door behind him as he stepped through
Kris mumbled back something that could have been hi, Adam had no idea. He sat down cross legged beside Kris, knees nudging Kris’s side.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No,” Kris admitted. Then- “There’s someone else. I can’t take the distance anymore and you’re in love with him.”
Adam blinked. Once, twice, three times. “Run that by me again, please.” Nothing really registered, Kris was being vague and now fidgety. “You said this?”
Kris slowly turned his head to look at him.
He stilled. “... She did.”
“Yeah.”
Adam’s mind was going a mile a minute. He swallowed. Come on, Lambert. One thing at a time.
“She wants a divorce.”
Oh, god. “Kris, I am so sorry.” He reached out and Kris fell forward into his arms awkwardly. He stretched out his legs and shifted so he could lean against the wall and Kris could lie back into him.
“So.” Adam spoke after a minute. He could feel the warmth of Kris’s stomach through the thin t-shirt, under his palms. “Are you going to do it?”
Kris sighed, letting his head fall back. “No. Yes. I don’t know. Probably.”
Adam didn’t laugh. “What she said... Is there...” He paused, choosing his words carefully, “A someone else on both sides?”
“Yes.” Kris didn’t stiffen, like he’d expected. “She didn’t even make it an option.”
“I’m sorry.” But saying the words wouldn’t make it better.
“I know.”
Adam rested his forehead in the spiky tufts of brown hair by his shoulder.
Kris suddenly pulled away, twisting his head around to stare at him intently. The expression wrinkled his nose and Adam had to smile at the effect. “Will you stay? With me?” Immediately he broke eye contact, cheeks flushing pink. “I mean, if-”
Adam laughed. “Kris.”
“... Yeah.”
You’re in love with him. Him, Katy had said.
Adam opened his mouth.
“I... am kind of ridiculously in love with you,” tumbled out before he could stop it.
Kris’s eyes went wide.
Adam squeezed his shut.
Kris must have lunged forward, because the next thing Adam knew, warm, dry lips crashed into his and there was a tongue flicking at his mouth and he had an armful of Kris Allen.
* * *
“Someone else?”
“Mhmm.”
Covers rustled as Adam shifted. “God, I hate that term. It’s so demeaning.”
Kris’s head popped out from under the blankets. His eyes were big, hair sticking up in every direction even more than his normal style, lips red and swollen from kissing.
“Really.”
Adam fought the grin. “Mhmm.”
Kris tugged him down for a kiss. “Even though you’re my someone else?”
“Well, when you put it that way...”
* * *
“Kris.”
“Adam.”
“I think I have stubble burn on my face.”
“Adam, if you’d be quiet for two minutes, that’s not the only place you’ll have it.”
Adam shut up.