Fic - Down Time (American Idol - Kris/Cale)
Title: Down Time
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN.
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: PG-13, Fluff
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Cale
Prompt: Downtime on tour hanging out in Conway. Can include other CRACK band members but focus on Kris and Cale reminiscing.
Summary: Cale wants to hang out, Kris needs to be persuaded.
Authors Note: This was written for fraying_ends at the ontd_ai Dollar Donation Drive to help the people of Haiti. There are a lot of things people are offering there for little amounts (fics, icons, downloads, even dares) check it out!
Cale put the butter in the fridge, figuring the hour it was left out wasn’t going to hurt it to much, and tossed the knife by it into the sink. He grabbed two beers, holding them in one hand and turning off the kitchen light with the other one.
The only light in the living room came from the television, where an old game was playing. The man on the couch however wasn’t paying any attention. Kris sat with his guitar on his lap, leaning forward to scribble some words on the pad of paper beside him as he plucked what would be a tune.
“Hey,” Cale got his attention and Kris looked up his eyes clearing as he accepted the beer and smiled.
“Hey yourself.” He twisted the cap off and took a drink before putting it on the table and going back to his paper.
Cale reached forward and grabbed the pencil out of his hand “Stop that, no more work remember.”
Kris frowned “This isn’t work,” he looked down at the guitar “this is doodling, I am just doodling.”
“Uh-huh, like you doodled your second album.” Cale grinned and set the pad of paper by the beer and reached for the guitar. Kris gave it over reluctantly looking at Cale with amused eyes, willing to let him have his way this time.
“So if I can’t doodle what can I do?” Kris inquired leaning back against the couch his arms folded across his chest.
Cale set his beer down and sat down beside Kris an arm going over the smaller mans shoulders. “I do remember someone mentioned something about hanging out.”
“No clue who said that.” Kris grinned.
“You forget a lot of things Allen.”
“I have an assistant to remember things for me, because I am a rich and famous rock star.” and really only Kris Allen could deliver that line and sound complete serious, sometimes Cale wondered if the only thing Kris picked from college was the art of deadpan humor.
“Too bad you didn’t have an assistant in high school.” Cale moved closer to Kris, settling into his warmth. Kris, being the human teddy bear that he was actually cuddled against him, burrowing farther under Cale’s arm.
“Well I had you, and I didn’t have to pay you.” Kris leaned back and closed his eyes, a smile on his lips.
Cale looked down at him and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead murmuring “Relax Allen, hang out.” and he grabbed the remote, switching the channel to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and turning it up. Kris’s eyes opened and moved to the tv in interest and Cale moved back, Kris still pressed up against him but now watching the television.
“Sure, let’s hang out.” Kris said off handedly reaching for his beer and grinning as the turtles kicked ass.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN.
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: PG-13, Fluff
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Cale
Prompt: Downtime on tour hanging out in Conway. Can include other CRACK band members but focus on Kris and Cale reminiscing.
Summary: Cale wants to hang out, Kris needs to be persuaded.
Authors Note: This was written for fraying_ends at the ontd_ai Dollar Donation Drive to help the people of Haiti. There are a lot of things people are offering there for little amounts (fics, icons, downloads, even dares) check it out!
Cale put the butter in the fridge, figuring the hour it was left out wasn’t going to hurt it to much, and tossed the knife by it into the sink. He grabbed two beers, holding them in one hand and turning off the kitchen light with the other one.
The only light in the living room came from the television, where an old game was playing. The man on the couch however wasn’t paying any attention. Kris sat with his guitar on his lap, leaning forward to scribble some words on the pad of paper beside him as he plucked what would be a tune.
“Hey,” Cale got his attention and Kris looked up his eyes clearing as he accepted the beer and smiled.
“Hey yourself.” He twisted the cap off and took a drink before putting it on the table and going back to his paper.
Cale reached forward and grabbed the pencil out of his hand “Stop that, no more work remember.”
Kris frowned “This isn’t work,” he looked down at the guitar “this is doodling, I am just doodling.”
“Uh-huh, like you doodled your second album.” Cale grinned and set the pad of paper by the beer and reached for the guitar. Kris gave it over reluctantly looking at Cale with amused eyes, willing to let him have his way this time.
“So if I can’t doodle what can I do?” Kris inquired leaning back against the couch his arms folded across his chest.
Cale set his beer down and sat down beside Kris an arm going over the smaller mans shoulders. “I do remember someone mentioned something about hanging out.”
“No clue who said that.” Kris grinned.
“You forget a lot of things Allen.”
“I have an assistant to remember things for me, because I am a rich and famous rock star.” and really only Kris Allen could deliver that line and sound complete serious, sometimes Cale wondered if the only thing Kris picked from college was the art of deadpan humor.
“Too bad you didn’t have an assistant in high school.” Cale moved closer to Kris, settling into his warmth. Kris, being the human teddy bear that he was actually cuddled against him, burrowing farther under Cale’s arm.
“Well I had you, and I didn’t have to pay you.” Kris leaned back and closed his eyes, a smile on his lips.
Cale looked down at him and leaned forward to press a kiss to his forehead murmuring “Relax Allen, hang out.” and he grabbed the remote, switching the channel to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and turning it up. Kris’s eyes opened and moved to the tv in interest and Cale moved back, Kris still pressed up against him but now watching the television.
“Sure, let’s hang out.” Kris said off handedly reaching for his beer and grinning as the turtles kicked ass.