Fill 2: Just Because I Brought You Roses, It Doesn't Mean I'm Going Down on One Knee 1/?amproofJune 27 2011, 06:30:16 UTC
Rating PG-13
Kris wasn't thinking when he carried two dozen red roses into Adam's hotel room at 9 am. Not thinking about Adam, that is. He was thinking about what would happen if he left the flowers in his locked car under the New York sun. So, like an idiot here he was turning up with an armful of the most romantic symbol in the known world, barring John the Baptist's head on a platter, at his new boyfriend's door.
"Uh, hi?" Adam's chest turned red--probably his head, too, but that wasn't at eye level and Kris didn't need to hide his staring anymore when Adam showed skin--and he pulled the door open with one hand and kept hold of his white towel with the other. "Um. Come on in. You're a little early. I'm going to finish getting dressed. You can watch TV if you want."
"Thanks." Adam's eyes tracked the flowers as Kris walked past. Kris pretended not to notice that Adam didn't look at him once. All attention went to the flowers. Kris strutted a bit because this was definitely the "my boyfriend is romantic and awesome" look. Which Kris was. He totally was. Don't believe anyone who says different. But... not in this case. Before Kris could tell Adam the roses weren't for him, Adam went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Kris laid the roses on the dresser and turned the television on. Gay marriage is now legal in New York State. The law goes into effect July 24....
Christ on a cracker. Well, Kris didn't know, did he? No! He hadn't been on Twitter and it was a long flight in and... F-word F-word F-word! No wonder Adam had turned red! Was that the flush of excitement? Did he expect Kris to propose? The ink wasn't dry on the divorce papers! He and Adam hadn't even consummated their relationship yet. Sure, Kris was a traditional guy, but not "wait until marriage" traditional. Been there, done that.
"Uh, Adam?" Best to nip this in the bud now.
Adam cracked open the bathroom door. "Yeah?"
Kris pushed his mouth to the space. "Look, uh, the flowers are for my agent. She forgot her anniversary and her assistant's on maternity leave, anyway, long story. I had to bring them in so they didn't wilt in the car."
"Oh. Um. Okay." He couldn't tell anything from Adam's tone.
"So, uh, I won't be proposing today."
"Oh. Uh. Um." Adam spluttered a bit more before closing the door again without forming a sentence.
"That went well," Kris said to himself. He went back to the TV and changed it to PBS, which was much much safer with its morning children's programming.
Adam came out a few minutes later in a gray T-shirt and jeans and... oh fuck... with a velvet ring box. Kris watched the approach, Adam's eyes on the floor at his feet as if planning his landing. Kris braced himself. Sure enough, Adam dropped to his knees in front of Kris. Kris's breath, forget about it, gone. He was so not ready for this. He had to tell Adam before Adam proposed. Otherwise Kris would ruin their tenuous beginning by telling him "no" after, even though he would mean "not yet." He worked at getting more than a squeak out as Adam... Adam flattened himself on the floor, rooted around along the wooden bedframe and pulled out a sock. He knelt up and brandished it with triumph.
Fill 2: Just Because I Brought You Roses, It Doesn't Mean I'm Going Down on One Knee 2/2amproofJune 27 2011, 06:31:10 UTC
Okay. That was an odd distraction. Now Adam would get on with the proposing and Kris would proceed with the negating. Any moment. Adam popped the box.
"Adam, before you say anything, I don't think I can do this..."
Adam offered his "I understand you, Kris" face. It seemed a little pained. "Well, yeah. I figured that when you said you wouldn't be proposing to me today, so that means you want me to do it, right? Honest, I think it's too soon, but I'll step up to the goalpost for you--"
"Plate." Kris smiled through his this-is-the-end-here-it-comes fear. Wait? Did he say "too soon?"
"Whatever. I am so not prepared for this. I'd planned to hire a quartet of electric guitars and to write a special song when the time came, but I didn't know you'd expect it so soon and..."
"What do you mean, I'd expect it so soon?" Kris asked. "I don't expect anything! I didn't even know marriage was legal here until five minutes ago! I'm happy to wait. Thrilled! What we're doing now, this is great! You're the one with the... with the engagement ring."
"The what?" Adam, with the jewelry box in his hand, looked confused. Kris pointed at it. "This??" Adam turned it around so Kris could see inside. "You thought I'd planned to propose with this?"
Now that Kris saw the pewter skull ring with blood coming out of one eye he, maybe, didn't think that anymore. On the other hand, he was dating Adam Lambert, and with Adam anything was possible. He opted to respond with a non-committal shrug.
"I was going to use it, right now," Adam confessed, "but only because I thought you expected me to propose this second. When I was in the bathroom just now and I thought you meant that you wanted me to and, it's kind of a mess in there. This is the only ring I could find that still has its box. It's new." He finished with a pitch of hope, as if its newness would be the feature that made Kris overlook the bloody eye socket. "So, anyway," he said when Kris couldn't think of a response beyond letting his jaw hang open, "I have a very nice non-skull ring planned for you in my fantasy proposal scenario, but I haven't put that into action yet. The ore still needs to be mined."
Kris smacked his own forehead. Of course it needed to be mined. Of course. Adam had probably handpicked the mine. Kris's laughter started in his belly. When it reached his mouth, he fell forward over his knees and grabbed Adam.
"What's so funny?" Adam asked. He went easy into Kris and wrapped his arms around him. "Are you making fun of my plans?"
"No," Kris said into Adam's neck. "I'm loving them. I love how much thought you've put into it and that you know everything you're going to do, everything that's going to happen."
"Well, I don't like to leave things to chance." Adam kissed Kris's ear. It sent a shiver down to his groin and made him cling tighter.
"You forgot to think about one thing, though," Kris said.
"What's that?"
Kris touched Adam's chin and tilted his face so he could kiss Adam's mouth. "That your boyfriend might want to propose to you."
"And does he?"
"Oh yeah. But not yet. I don't have big plans, but I want it to be perfect, and I want to wait until the divorce is cold."
Adam absorbed Kris's confession with the same seriousness Kris felt. He touched Kris's face. Kris smelled the polish on his freshly painted fingers. "And I want to wait until we've had sex," Adam said. "I like to try before I buy."
"Oh you did not!" Kris laughed. Adam's deadpan expression broke as soon as Kris pushed him onto his back. Kris flung himself on top. He shoved Adam's shirt up as Adam pulled him to his mouth and kissed him.
"So, the proposal might be sooner than expected?" Adam asked.
"Your proposal, anyway," Kris said. "Now shut up and kiss me."
Sometimes Adam, boundary-pusher, rebel, trail-blazer, did as he was told. Like now.
Kris wasn't thinking when he carried two dozen red roses into Adam's hotel room at 9 am. Not thinking about Adam, that is. He was thinking about what would happen if he left the flowers in his locked car under the New York sun. So, like an idiot here he was turning up with an armful of the most romantic symbol in the known world, barring John the Baptist's head on a platter, at his new boyfriend's door.
"Uh, hi?" Adam's chest turned red--probably his head, too, but that wasn't at eye level and Kris didn't need to hide his staring anymore when Adam showed skin--and he pulled the door open with one hand and kept hold of his white towel with the other. "Um. Come on in. You're a little early. I'm going to finish getting dressed. You can watch TV if you want."
"Thanks." Adam's eyes tracked the flowers as Kris walked past. Kris pretended not to notice that Adam didn't look at him once. All attention went to the flowers. Kris strutted a bit because this was definitely the "my boyfriend is romantic and awesome" look. Which Kris was. He totally was. Don't believe anyone who says different. But... not in this case. Before Kris could tell Adam the roses weren't for him, Adam went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Kris laid the roses on the dresser and turned the television on. Gay marriage is now legal in New York State. The law goes into effect July 24....
Christ on a cracker. Well, Kris didn't know, did he? No! He hadn't been on Twitter and it was a long flight in and... F-word F-word F-word! No wonder Adam had turned red! Was that the flush of excitement? Did he expect Kris to propose? The ink wasn't dry on the divorce papers! He and Adam hadn't even consummated their relationship yet. Sure, Kris was a traditional guy, but not "wait until marriage" traditional. Been there, done that.
"Uh, Adam?" Best to nip this in the bud now.
Adam cracked open the bathroom door. "Yeah?"
Kris pushed his mouth to the space. "Look, uh, the flowers are for my agent. She forgot her anniversary and her assistant's on maternity leave, anyway, long story. I had to bring them in so they didn't wilt in the car."
"Oh. Um. Okay." He couldn't tell anything from Adam's tone.
"So, uh, I won't be proposing today."
"Oh. Uh. Um." Adam spluttered a bit more before closing the door again without forming a sentence.
"That went well," Kris said to himself. He went back to the TV and changed it to PBS, which was much much safer with its morning children's programming.
Adam came out a few minutes later in a gray T-shirt and jeans and... oh fuck... with a velvet ring box. Kris watched the approach, Adam's eyes on the floor at his feet as if planning his landing. Kris braced himself. Sure enough, Adam dropped to his knees in front of Kris. Kris's breath, forget about it, gone. He was so not ready for this. He had to tell Adam before Adam proposed. Otherwise Kris would ruin their tenuous beginning by telling him "no" after, even though he would mean "not yet." He worked at getting more than a squeak out as Adam... Adam flattened himself on the floor, rooted around along the wooden bedframe and pulled out a sock. He knelt up and brandished it with triumph.
"Found you! I knew it was here."
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"Adam, before you say anything, I don't think I can do this..."
Adam offered his "I understand you, Kris" face. It seemed a little pained. "Well, yeah. I figured that when you said you wouldn't be proposing to me today, so that means you want me to do it, right? Honest, I think it's too soon, but I'll step up to the goalpost for you--"
"Plate." Kris smiled through his this-is-the-end-here-it-comes fear. Wait? Did he say "too soon?"
"Whatever. I am so not prepared for this. I'd planned to hire a quartet of electric guitars and to write a special song when the time came, but I didn't know you'd expect it so soon and..."
"What do you mean, I'd expect it so soon?" Kris asked. "I don't expect anything! I didn't even know marriage was legal here until five minutes ago! I'm happy to wait. Thrilled! What we're doing now, this is great! You're the one with the... with the engagement ring."
"The what?" Adam, with the jewelry box in his hand, looked confused. Kris pointed at it. "This??" Adam turned it around so Kris could see inside. "You thought I'd planned to propose with this?"
Now that Kris saw the pewter skull ring with blood coming out of one eye he, maybe, didn't think that anymore. On the other hand, he was dating Adam Lambert, and with Adam anything was possible. He opted to respond with a non-committal shrug.
"I was going to use it, right now," Adam confessed, "but only because I thought you expected me to propose this second. When I was in the bathroom just now and I thought you meant that you wanted me to and, it's kind of a mess in there. This is the only ring I could find that still has its box. It's new." He finished with a pitch of hope, as if its newness would be the feature that made Kris overlook the bloody eye socket. "So, anyway," he said when Kris couldn't think of a response beyond letting his jaw hang open, "I have a very nice non-skull ring planned for you in my fantasy proposal scenario, but I haven't put that into action yet. The ore still needs to be mined."
Kris smacked his own forehead. Of course it needed to be mined. Of course. Adam had probably handpicked the mine. Kris's laughter started in his belly. When it reached his mouth, he fell forward over his knees and grabbed Adam.
"What's so funny?" Adam asked. He went easy into Kris and wrapped his arms around him. "Are you making fun of my plans?"
"No," Kris said into Adam's neck. "I'm loving them. I love how much thought you've put into it and that you know everything you're going to do, everything that's going to happen."
"Well, I don't like to leave things to chance." Adam kissed Kris's ear. It sent a shiver down to his groin and made him cling tighter.
"You forgot to think about one thing, though," Kris said.
"What's that?"
Kris touched Adam's chin and tilted his face so he could kiss Adam's mouth. "That your boyfriend might want to propose to you."
"And does he?"
"Oh yeah. But not yet. I don't have big plans, but I want it to be perfect, and I want to wait until the divorce is cold."
Adam absorbed Kris's confession with the same seriousness Kris felt. He touched Kris's face. Kris smelled the polish on his freshly painted fingers. "And I want to wait until we've had sex," Adam said. "I like to try before I buy."
"Oh you did not!" Kris laughed. Adam's deadpan expression broke as soon as Kris pushed him onto his back. Kris flung himself on top. He shoved Adam's shirt up as Adam pulled him to his mouth and kissed him.
"So, the proposal might be sooner than expected?" Adam asked.
"Your proposal, anyway," Kris said. "Now shut up and kiss me."
Sometimes Adam, boundary-pusher, rebel, trail-blazer, did as he was told. Like now.
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And second: "I like to try before I buy." LOL so good!
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that might be my favorite line ever in a proposal (or not-proposal) fic.
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