Fic - Lay Me Down (American Idol, Kris/Cale)
Title: Lay Me Down
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. Real people, fake situations, RPF lends to weird disclaimers.
Fandom: American Idol RPS
Word Count: 735
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Cale
Summary: Cale takes care of Kris.
Notes: Written for the aianonlovefest, forgot what the prompt was lol. Sorry, less sexual tension more lazy comfort. This is my second Krale fic lol, pattern I see you. Beta'd by blue_icy_rose
Cale pulled his jacket closer, rubbing his hands together to get some kind of warmth back in the cold digits. He scanned the sidewalk and his eyes landed on the familiar figure laughing with what looked like a security guard. Thank God he had had the sense to find someone who could look out for him if people did recognize him. A grey beanie couldn’t always hide one Kris Allen from his adoring fans, and they had learned that well in the past month that Kris had been sneaking out.
“You need to get some sleep.” Cale’s voice was soft but firm as he came up behind Kris not even bothering to say “hey” or “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” It didn’t make a difference and it had gotten to the point where Cale just wanted to get Kris back to the hotel and to bed because, super star or not, he was exhausted and people were worried.
Kris looked up at him, a smile tilting the corner of his lips and he said his goodbyes to the guard as Cale draped an arm around his shoulders and started leading him back in the direction of the hotel. Luckily enough, it was only a few blocks away.
“The Empire State Building looks cooler in pictures, how messed up is that?” Cale didn’t need to look down, he could hear the grin in Kris’s words.
“Then maybe instead of sneaking out at 3:00 in the morning, you could have googled it,” Cale replied dryly.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Kris slipped away practically bouncing on his heels as he turned to walk backwards in front of Cale. His smile was wide and his eyes were bright but it was getting easier and easier to see the exhaustion in his skin, it was so clear how badly he was craving sleep and Cale needed him to get it.
“Have some fun in the morning, after the three meetings you are scheduled for and your photo shoot for the tour. You can get some sleep, then we can go out for the night. Just slow down.” He wasn’t pleading, he wasn’t asking. It was why the band and 19E had left Cale to deal with this. He knew Kris, in ways they didn’t.
Kris slowed and settled back under his arm and Cale could feel the difference, the weight he had lost that he couldn’t afford to. It wasn’t that Kris wasn’t eating; he ate just as much as always. He was overworked though, running all over the place, figuratively and literally. Between performances and promotion for the third album and this new working out kick, Kris never seemed to stop.
“I just don’t want to miss anything,” Kris muttered as they walked into the hotel, heading straight for the elevator that would take them to the penthouse. “I want to make everything count, ya know?”
“It does count,” Cale reassured him as they rode up to Kris’s room. Kris was already leaning against him, swaying slightly on his feet. But his body was still taut with the boundless force of energy that had taken over him recently.
“I just don’t want to forget this moment.” Kris looked up at him, his voice firm.
It was about time too, that this was happening, a nationwide tour that was moving international in a week. Kris was exploding off of a CD filled with the darkest parts of a divorce that everyone had seen coming and a failed album that even Kris hadn’t liked. Something was stirring in the air, Kris Allen was turning into a household name, and it was about damn time he started carving his own place beside his heroes.
“I’ll remind you,” Cale promised, pulling Kris closer and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Kris closed his eyes, smiling, leaning into him and Cale used the distraction to begin pushing Kris to his room. “Tomorrow though, tonight you need to get some sleep and if I find you hanging off the Eiffel Tower when we get to Paris, I am going to call your Mom, Adam, and Katy and tell them you are having a nervous breakdown.”
Kris laughed, shaking his head. “You’re kind of an asshole, you know that?” But he was walking into his room and pulling off his jacket, a fond smile on his lips.
“I try.”
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. Real people, fake situations, RPF lends to weird disclaimers.
Fandom: American Idol RPS
Word Count: 735
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Cale
Summary: Cale takes care of Kris.
Notes: Written for the aianonlovefest, forgot what the prompt was lol. Sorry, less sexual tension more lazy comfort. This is my second Krale fic lol, pattern I see you. Beta'd by blue_icy_rose
Cale pulled his jacket closer, rubbing his hands together to get some kind of warmth back in the cold digits. He scanned the sidewalk and his eyes landed on the familiar figure laughing with what looked like a security guard. Thank God he had had the sense to find someone who could look out for him if people did recognize him. A grey beanie couldn’t always hide one Kris Allen from his adoring fans, and they had learned that well in the past month that Kris had been sneaking out.
“You need to get some sleep.” Cale’s voice was soft but firm as he came up behind Kris not even bothering to say “hey” or “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” It didn’t make a difference and it had gotten to the point where Cale just wanted to get Kris back to the hotel and to bed because, super star or not, he was exhausted and people were worried.
Kris looked up at him, a smile tilting the corner of his lips and he said his goodbyes to the guard as Cale draped an arm around his shoulders and started leading him back in the direction of the hotel. Luckily enough, it was only a few blocks away.
“The Empire State Building looks cooler in pictures, how messed up is that?” Cale didn’t need to look down, he could hear the grin in Kris’s words.
“Then maybe instead of sneaking out at 3:00 in the morning, you could have googled it,” Cale replied dryly.
“But where’s the fun in that?” Kris slipped away practically bouncing on his heels as he turned to walk backwards in front of Cale. His smile was wide and his eyes were bright but it was getting easier and easier to see the exhaustion in his skin, it was so clear how badly he was craving sleep and Cale needed him to get it.
“Have some fun in the morning, after the three meetings you are scheduled for and your photo shoot for the tour. You can get some sleep, then we can go out for the night. Just slow down.” He wasn’t pleading, he wasn’t asking. It was why the band and 19E had left Cale to deal with this. He knew Kris, in ways they didn’t.
Kris slowed and settled back under his arm and Cale could feel the difference, the weight he had lost that he couldn’t afford to. It wasn’t that Kris wasn’t eating; he ate just as much as always. He was overworked though, running all over the place, figuratively and literally. Between performances and promotion for the third album and this new working out kick, Kris never seemed to stop.
“I just don’t want to miss anything,” Kris muttered as they walked into the hotel, heading straight for the elevator that would take them to the penthouse. “I want to make everything count, ya know?”
“It does count,” Cale reassured him as they rode up to Kris’s room. Kris was already leaning against him, swaying slightly on his feet. But his body was still taut with the boundless force of energy that had taken over him recently.
“I just don’t want to forget this moment.” Kris looked up at him, his voice firm.
It was about time too, that this was happening, a nationwide tour that was moving international in a week. Kris was exploding off of a CD filled with the darkest parts of a divorce that everyone had seen coming and a failed album that even Kris hadn’t liked. Something was stirring in the air, Kris Allen was turning into a household name, and it was about damn time he started carving his own place beside his heroes.
“I’ll remind you,” Cale promised, pulling Kris closer and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Kris closed his eyes, smiling, leaning into him and Cale used the distraction to begin pushing Kris to his room. “Tomorrow though, tonight you need to get some sleep and if I find you hanging off the Eiffel Tower when we get to Paris, I am going to call your Mom, Adam, and Katy and tell them you are having a nervous breakdown.”
Kris laughed, shaking his head. “You’re kind of an asshole, you know that?” But he was walking into his room and pulling off his jacket, a fond smile on his lips.
“I try.”