ficlets are all around us
This set of Help Haiti ficlets is sort of a grab bag, all Kris and Adam but in a wide variety of pairings, both AU and non-AU. Basically, it's the everything-left-besides-Cookleta batch. :) (If you're linked to this post directly and want to see it with the cut tags intact, click here.)
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Adam/Kris. 2455 words. PG. For: ckalicka. College AU.
Safe is Overrated
Prompt: College!AU where Adam hasn't made the transition to fabulous yet.
The thing about working at the Starbucks right off campus was, except for the students who were willing to subsist on shitty cafeteria coffee alone and the ones who turned their noses up at anything other than the organic fair trade place a couple of blocks away, you got to see just about everyone sooner or later. And some more than others. They never noticed you as more than a source for their caffeine fix, but you saw them. You got to talk to them. Sort of.
Danielle told him part of the college experience was having crushes on people in your classes-or outside your classes, as the case may be-which wasn't anything Adam didn't know and wouldn't have been anything special if she hadn't said it right after Adam first came out to her. She said it was normal, and it was safe, and what was college for if not to find yourself?
Danielle had a secret crush in almost every one of her classes. Adam didn't.
And that was where his job at Starbucks came in, because there was this one guy Adam didn't know at all, who he had no classes with, and he this guy wasn't all dashing or smooth or Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome but he was something Adam wasn't-he was completely comfortable in his own skin-and every time Adam saw him there were butterflies in his stomach and he got all tongue-tied and this, apparently, was his big college crush.
It didn't feel safe at all.
"The usual?" he managed to say when the guy reached the register, and then the guy smiled and there were those butterflies again.
"And a...wait, I had to write it down," he said, looking at something scrawled in ballpoint pen on the palm of his hand. "A grande half-fat no whip caramel macchiato. Did I get that right?"
"Perfect," said Adam, and at least he was in his element there, because complex tasks were beyond him right now. "For you, um, your girlfriend?"
The guy smiled again, and there went the butterflies. A whole flock of them. "Not exactly," he said. "Cale just drinks like a girl, I guess."
And that was the extent of their conversation, once he paid and the line surged forward. But Adam recapped every word of it later that night when he was supposed to be studying with Danielle.
"What does that mean?" he said. "He didn't say 'no', he said 'not exactly'. There's a difference, right?"
"I don't know," she said. "Maybe it means nothing. Maybe it means he has a girlfriend but it wasn't for her."
"Yeah, probably," said Adam, "but he's always come in alone before."
"Or maybe Cale's his boyfriend."
"Do you think?" said Adam, jumping all over that as soon as it was out of her mouth.
"What were they like together? Did they act like a couple?"
"I didn't even see the other guy," he admitted. "He took the drinks outside. I guess this Cale guy was waiting for him or something."
"So he's either single or he's not, and maybe he has a boyfriend or a girlfriend," said Danielle. "Does that about sum up what we know?"
Adam did have to kind of laugh at himself, hearing it like that. "I guess it doesn't matter anyway," he said. "He's kind of out of my league."
"Adam, you think everyone's out of your league," said Danielle. "One day you're going to wake up and realize they're not."
"I don't know, maybe," said Adam. Honestly, he'd been hearing that for a long time and he had his doubts. "He's just a crush anyway. It's not supposed to actually happen. It's just a daydream."
"Mmm," said Danielle, and Adam really didn't know what that was supposed to mean either. Nor did he ever find out, because a moment later she went on to, "Let me tell you about my new daydream subject in intro psych," and that was that.
The next time Adam saw him was early in the morning. Early. Before Adam went to classes early. "I'm Kris," he said at Adam's back as he poured a coffee. Adam didn't even register it until he was putting it in front of him, then his eyes widened a little. "Since we see so much of each other these days, I figured you ought to know."
"Adam," he said, because that was just how you were supposed to answer, even when your name was pinned to your chest. "You're here early today."
Kris grinned at him. "You noticed."
"I guess I did," admitted Adam. "No extra drink today?"
Kris didn't say anything about Adam noticing that too, but his smile stayed on his face. "Cale never gets up this early," he said, and Adam tried not to let his heart sink, because didn't it just figure that the guy actually would turn out to be gay, just already taken. But then Kris added, "and he stayed over at his girlfriend's place last night anyway. I probably won't see him till tonight."
"Oh, so you're roommates," said Adam, and tried his very best to sound neither relieved nor hopeful.
"Uh huh," said Kris. "When he's around, anyway. Ever since he started dating this girl I've pretty much had the place to myself most of the time."
"That must be nice for you," said Adam. "Only half the rent and you can pretty much do whatever you want."
"Yeah, if I ever actually did anything with it," said Kris, but he shot him a grin anyway and it made Adam feel a little bit tingly. He was so ridiculous, seriously. "I guess it gives me a quiet place to study, so there's that."
"That's what the library's for," said Adam, and felt dumb after he said it, but Kris just laughed.
"Well, if you get any ideas about better things I can do with an apartment to myself, you let me know," he said as he paid for his coffee.
He had no idea just how many ideas Adam had.
"You're so gone for him," said Danielle when Adam recapped their latest meeting. "It's kind of cute."
"It's not cute," protested Adam. "It's actually kind of awful. He's so nice and so perfect and I get to serve him coffee every day. That's it."
"You know his name now," said Danielle. "That's something."
"That's just courtesy," said Adam, "because that's the kind of nice guy he is. He holds doors for people, too. He probably rescues kittens."
"So cute," said Danielle again. "One day you're going to look back on this fondly, I promise."
"Maybe," said Adam grudgingly, because he guessed he could imagine thinking about Kris and feeling nothing but fondness, "but right now it pretty much just hurts. A lot."
"That'll pass," Danielle promised him, and put her arms around him, and that did make it a little better. For the moment, anyway.
It didn't feel better when Adam continued to see Kris every day and Kris continued to be awesome and Adam continued to be awkward, too big and too clumsy and never knowing quite the right thing to say to him. When he got on stage Adam was fine, he was graceful and eloquent and someone else but in person he just felt like a big mess. But Kris was never anything less than friendly to him, and he kept coming back so at least Adam hadn't scared him away.
"Maybe the trick is just to be someone else all the time," Adam said, interrupting Danielle for the fifth time while she tried to finish reading a chapter of her psychology textbook.
"Oh, listen to yourself," said Danielle. "When are you going to figure out you're awesome just the way you are?"
"Come on, be honest," said Adam. "Look at me."
"I do," she said. "Every day. And maybe you haven't figured yourself out yet, entirely, but who has, Adam? Just go with it and do what you feel like doing and don't worry about being someone else so much. Anyone who doesn't like you for you isn't worth your time, okay? And you can trust me on this one. I only bother to lecture when I mean it."
It was true. And that night Adam got her to help him dye his hair, a kind of chestnut brown that wasn't too outrageous but was definitely a huge difference for him. Adam liked what he saw.
"Wow," said Kris when he came in that morning, gazing at Adam's hair with a look of kind of awe on his face. "That's a change."
"Yeah," said Adam, suddenly self-conscious again and trying not to run his hands through it. "I just...you know."
"It looks really good," said Kris. "I mean, not that it didn't look good before. I think about doing mine sometimes, but I wouldn't even know what to do."
"Yours is perfect the way it is," said Adam, and because he was trying to be a whole new him he didn't even let himself regret saying it. Especially when Kris looked especially pleased by the compliment. "The usual?"
"Of course," said Kris, and Adam hardly even had to think about it anymore, his hands moving automatically. At least it prevented him from spilling in front of him, which was one small blessing. Adam was glad he at least had something. "Seriously, you look good."
Adam didn't know what to say to that, so he just handed the drink over and smiled and they both left it at that.
"You flirted!" said Danielle, all but clapping her hands in delight. If she had, Adam would've suspected she was making fun of him. Actually, he kind of suspected it anyway. "Good for you. I wish I'd seen it."
"It wasn't really," said Adam. "I just told him he looked good."
"You tell everyone they look good?" said Danielle. "Don't answer that, it was rhetorical. I know you don't. You flirted with him. That's sweet."
Sweet. "I guess I just feel like I know him well enough now that maybe I can just relax," said Adam. "I see him more than I see some of my friends. You excluded obviously."
"You spend so much time with me I should be getting laid," said Danielle. "That's kind of sad, actually."
"Maybe you should let one of your college crushes go somewhere, then," said Adam.
"Maybe I should," said Danielle. "Safe is overrated."
The next time Adam saw Kris it was almost time to close, which was pretty unusual since he usually saw Kris in the morning, or at the beginning of his shift if he was working in the afternoon. There were only a couple of people left in the place, sitting in a corner with their already-cold coffees and huddled over an intimidating pile of open books.
"Hey," said Adam. "Up late studying?"
"Something like that," said Kris, leaning forward onto the counter and looking up at Adam.
"So, the usual?" said Adam. "Or are you in the mood for something else?"
"Something else," said Kris, but he hesitated for a moment before saying it.
Adam waited, and he didn't intend to turn it into an awkward silence but he'd expected Kris to go on right away and when he didn't it felt too awkward to say something by the time it occurred to Adam he might have to.
"So I've been waiting," said Kris finally, "but I finally figured maybe I should just come out with it so I can stop wondering. Are you ever going to ask me out, or should I give up hope? Because seriously, I've had so much caffeine the past couple of months I think I spend half my time vibrating and the other half peeing."
Adam couldn't help laughing, and he regretted it as soon as Kris looked away and kind of flushed, but that didn't mean he could stop. He was just so...relieved, and elated, and astonished, all at once. He was glad he hadn't poured Kris a coffee yet, because if he had he almost certainly would've knocked it over as soon as he heard that.
"On just one cup a day?" he said finally, not the first thing that came into his head but the first thing that seemed remotely appropriate.
"Well, I don't know what your schedule is," admitted Kris a little sheepishly. "This is my third time here today alone."
Adam so didn't know what to say to that. "I...'ve never asked anyone out," he said finally, struggling for words even more than he ever had before. "I'm not sure how."
"It's pretty easy," said Kris, still leaning forward onto the counter, looking at him again. "I mean, if you want to."
"I've wanted to forever," said Adam, his voice so soft now, admitting what he'd been hanging on to for so long. "Like, since you first came in. But you're...you. And I'm me."
"And that's bad?" said Kris. "I'm not really your type?"
"Are you kidding?" said Adam. "You're...great. And gorgeous and funny and kind of awesome. How could you not be my type?"
"I'm not lots of people's type," said Kris with an easy, unconcerned shrug. "I was just hoping I was yours. I kept coming in and you kept being adorable and nice, but we sort of never got anywhere."
"I didn't want to scare you away," admitted Adam. "I wanted you to keep coming in."
"Well, at least that worked," said Kris. "And I learned the limits of my bladder, so I guess there was an upside there too. Not that I was really worried about that, but you never know when you might be stuck on a bus somewhere and need to know."
Adam glanced at the pair of people still studying in the corner, and at the clock. "So we're just about ready to close up. Do you think when I'm finished up here, you might want to get something to eat?"
Kris smiled. "That's exactly how you ask someone out," he said. "That'd be great. I know a great place near my apartment."
"Is Cale at his girlfriend's again tonight?"
"He is," said Kris. "He left a couple hours ago."
"Then I think I've come up with something you can do with an apartment all to yourself."
"It's about time," said Kris, and Adam wished they were already closed, that he and Kris were already alone, because there were so many things he wanted to say and so many things he wanted to do. The ache he felt whenever he saw Kris was easing, and something new was starting to take its place.
Safe really was overrated. This was so much better.
Adam/Drake. 888 words. PG-13. For duckybusiness08.
Rewind
Prompt: Lambry AU where they didn't break up.
People thought it was an easy decision, a no-brainer. If Adam Lambert was interested in you, you stayed with him, what, were you nuts? As if there was nothing to consider but the fact that he was Adam Lambert and you weren't.
Drake knew Adam when he was a struggling actor and singer taking crap roles in crap shows just to stay afloat. Adam wasn't larger than life. And Drake loved the guy he knew, the guy he'd known for years. Everything else now, the constant attention, the paparazzi, the way he hardly even saw Adam anymore, that was the stuff that was the problem.
So no, it wasn't an easy decision.
But when they finally sat down and talked about it, talked about what to expect, what Adam's plans for the future were, what Drake's plans for the future were, there was definitely a decision to be made. And it honestly could have gone either way, because sometimes love wasn't enough; Drake was going to love him no matter what. So he considered it all and he thought about what he wanted in his life, what he wanted to do and be, and he looked at the hope on Adam's face and he made his decision.
"Okay," said Drake. "Yes. Let's do this. We can do this."
"Yeah?" said Adam, smiling at him like he was the only important thing in the whole world. Drake wanted to believe it. "You sure?"
"Sure enough that I want to try," he said. "There's just one more thing we need to decide."
"What's that?" said Adam.
"What we're going to dress as for Halloween, obviously. It's only a few days away."
Adam was absolutely set on glampire, so Drake finally settled on "willing victim", not because he thought that if you were dating someone you needed to come up with some kind of cheesy couples' costumes but because he felt like going out together to a high-profile party on Halloween was a statement, and if he was going to do this and going to put up with the scrutiny of the media, he was going to go out there and say something.
There were photographers everywhere. And of course Drake expected that, this was a party that was going to end up on the gossip sites in the country if they did it right, but somehow they still caught him off guard. He liked cameras when they belonged to friends, liked to ham it up, like to chat with them and do obscene things and generally be friendly. But somehow the paparazzi always caught him with a scowl on his face.
"Not having a good time?"
"Having a great time," Drake promised him. "Having a great time with you."
"Then let me show you off a little," said Adam. "Then we'll be giving them what we want them to have instead of what they want to take."
"They'll take anyway," said Drake, but there were deeper negotiations at work than he knew, and there was some kind of an art to this whole thing or he figured that no one would ever survive it. As long as they had something they were willing to give, maybe it worked out.
And Drake was willing to give this. Drake was willing to give this much, so that he could keep the rest to himself.
"We'll see about that," said Adam and took Drake's hand firmly in his own and started to work the room.
He looked, Drake had to admit, good enough to eat, even though that was supposed to be his job. But hell, if he was going to do this, he was going to shake things up a little. If he was going to do this, then he needed to be more than an accessory. He needed to own it.
So he leaned up and gnawed a little a Adam's neck, and flashbulbs went off and then Adam laughed and turned the tables right back on him again, claiming him right there, hand wrapped around his wrist and kissing him hard. Drake saw the flashes through closed eyes this time.
"Come on," said Adam afterwards. "I need a drink."
"Make mine a double," muttered Drake following afterwards, though he was feeling okay, he was feeling like they were in control of this in some way. He didn't care if he was misleading himself. It felt good.
There were friends by the bar, mutual friends, and they were quickly drawn to their table in a shadowed corner where they got, if not privacy, then at least respite. He was quiet, and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Is this really that hard?" said Adam, smearing the bloody bite marks on Drake's throat with his thumb, Drake's pulse thrumming beneath it.
If he hadn't chosen this, if he hadn't chosen to be with Adam, then he would be somewhere else tonight. Maybe working, maybe at another party or maybe having a quiet night in with some friends. If he hadn't chosen this then he would be feeling Adam's heat by his side, his blood wouldn't be racing, he wouldn't be feeling this irresistable pull towards him, this yearning to know everything that they could be.
Easier, after all, wasn't always better.
"Sometimes," he said finally. "But it's worth it."
Adam made it worth it.
Kris/Cale. 1320 words. PG-13. For onthehillside.
Something New
Prompt: Kris/Cale snuggle!fic, with sleepy kisses, preferably back during Kris's mission trip days.
Everyone always told Kris that college would be full of new experiences. They told him not to dwell on what he was leaving behind but look forward to what he'd be gaining, and to keep an open mind to what the world would be offering him. They told him that they trusted him, and knew he would use good judgment in everything that he did.
Kris took everyone at their word, and decided to be open to any new experiences that didn't run contrary to his personal ethic.
That was how he somehow ended up at this party, bubbles and barrettes in his hair, beer in his hand, and satisfaction in his heart. He usually bailed on the parties that were too raunchy, too rowdy or too much like a breeding ground for hard drugs and date rape, but this party was just fun and friendly and Kris was having a good time. He was trusting his gut and making the good choices everyone told him to, even if this wasn't the sort of thing they meant when they said it. He knew they meant things like maybe meeting someone new or doing mission work with his fraternity, and he was doing that too, but to him it also meant just enjoying the world.
"Hi," he said when Cale sat down next to him, throwing an arm along the back of the loveseat and sipping the drink in his hand. It had a little umbrella, which Kris promptly stole. "Strike out?"
"Nah, didn't get up to bat," said Cale, trying and failing to steal it back. "Not that kind of night."
"Really?" said Kris. "Cause I would've thought this was exactly that kind of night. There were bubbles."
"I'm not sure what bubbles have to do with me meeting girls," said Cale, unclipping a barette from Kris's hair and holding it in the palm of his hand, staring at it.
"You're never going to get that back in exactly right," said Kris.
"I wasn't planning on trying," said Cale. "Why do you have, like, ten barettes in your hair?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," said Kris. "There were these girls."
"That much I gathered for myself."
"I think they were a little drunk."
"That's not a surprise either."
"It was fun?" offered Kris. "I didn't know they just wanted to play with my hair. It was all right, though. I'm not much of a conversationalist."
"That you are not," said Cale, then he did, in fact, try to get the barette back in Kris's hair. Kris couldn't see it, of course, but he would've bet...well, he would've bet his drink, anyway, and maybe his pants...that it was lopsided. He didn't really care, though.
He also hadn't realized there were butterflies on the barettes.
"I look pretty ridiculous, huh?"
"You look pretty and ridiculous," said Cale. "You want me to take them out?"
"Maybe, yeah," said Kris, even though he didn't care if he looked ridiculous. They were going to be kind of hard to sleep on, now that he thought about it, and sleep probably wasn't that far off at this point. "What time is it?"
"Two, last time I looked," said Cale, "and that was a while ago, I think. When I was in the kitchen, there was a clock on the microwave. Or else someone was making popcorn and just left the timer at two minutes."
"I think it's probably two," said Kris, yawning as Cale started unsnapping the barettes from his hair. Only some of them had butterflies. The rest had ladybugs, except one that was actually a little blue bow. "Do I keep these, or give them back?"
"That depends," said Cale. "Do you remember who put them in?"
"Not really," said Kris.
"Then I think that gives you grounds to keep them," said Cale, "if you really want to."
"I don't know, they might come in handy one day," said Kris. "What do you think the odds are that anyone got pictures of that?"
"I know I did," said Cale, "so odds are pretty good. Maybe it's time for both of us to head home."
"Nobody's going home," said Kris. "Nobody's driving."
"You haven't had that many, have you?" said Cale. "You can get us both back. I can pick up my car tomorrow."
"It's not the beer," said Kris, especially since he'd only had two all night. One and a half, actually, since he hadn't even finished this one. "It's the storm. The road's all muddy and terrible."
"That explains the thunder and lightning," said Cale. "I thought it was just someone messing around upstairs."
"No, it's really thunder," said Kris, "it's been raining forever. The driveway's probably washed out, even. People are just sleeping wherever."
"Wherever they drop?" said Cale. "That could get messy in the morning."
"Yeah, you'll have to watch your step on the way to the bathroom," said Kris, grinning at him, "if someone's not sleeping in there. Karin showed me where the spare blankets are, though. I think we can do better than a bathtub."
Cale drained the rest of his drink; Kris just abandoned his. On a coaster, even.
"All right, come on," said Cale, getting up and handing Kris all of the barettes so he could stuff them in his pockets, then offering Kris both of his hands to haul him up off the couch. "Let's go find a quiet corner somewhere."
Kris grabbed a blanket from the hall closet as they went, someone's well-worn, flowery quilt that smelled like fabric softener, and in one of the upstairs bedrooms they found a space between the bed and the wall-not on the bed because three girls had already claimed that-and bunked down for the night.
"I guess we should leave our clothes on, huh?" said Kris.
"I guess so," said Cale. "I hate sleeping in jeans, though."
"Would it be weird if we just slept in boxers?" said Kris. "And t-shirts. That wouldn't be too weird, right?"
"Whatever, who cares," said Cale after a moment, undoing his pants before they could second guess it. Kris didn't waste any time either. "I don't care what anyone thinks. Someone spilled beer on these earlier. I'm not sleeping in them."
"I don't care what anyone thinks either," said Kris. "I only got one blanket. There are so many people here, I didn't want to take more than we needed."
"You just wanted to cuddle," said Cale. "I'm on to you, Allen. Get a couple of beers into you and you can't keep your hands off anybody."
"Yeah, maybe," said Kris. "I like to think I'm choosy about who I put my hands on."
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," said Cale as he snagged an extra pillow off the bed-seriously, they didn't need all four; Kris approved of the theft-and they bunked down on the floor by the window. Outside the room they could still hear the muted noises of the party, but mostly they listened to the rain hitting the window and someone's faint snort from the other side of the bed, where other people had chosen to spend the night.
Kris first tucked his head in under Cale's chin, then a moment later he was looking up and Cale was looking down and their lips just sort of met, without any forethought or really even any effort, if you asked Kris. And if Cale was surprised he didn't show it.
"Huh," said Cale a moment later, as he wrapped his arm around Kris. "Okay."
"Yeah, okay," said Kris, and they kissed one more time and then Kris tucked his head in under Cale's chin again as he pulled the blanket up over both of them.
As he started to drift off, Kris thought that as far as new experiences went, he was kind of glad he'd been open to this one.
Adam/Jensen Ackles. 974 words. PG-13. For lexzilla.
On The List
Prompt: Adam/Jensen Ackles, at a movie premiere.
Adam didn't think it was fair at all to say he got around. If it seemed like he got around, it was because having a single, gay pop star who was completely out was such a novelty that people latched on to every guy he was seen talking to as a potential liaison. And if the handful of guys he'd actually dated still seemed like a lot, it was only because the public was used to having its gay stars safely partnered and not out to date their sons.
So it was sort of insulting that on the red carpet, everyone thought it was appropriate to ask if he had something going on with the film's leading man, even though Adam's denied it a dozen times already. As if on the thirteenth time he was going to say, "Actually, just kidding, we've totally been doing it on the sly all along."
Not that he wouldn't, mind you, but Jensen Ackles had a lovely wife who Adam once got hammered on mojitos with while they shared horror stories about the entertainment industry, and Adam just wasn't that kind of guy. No matter how they wanted to paint him.
He didn't even see Jensen, other than a brief glimpse across the red carpet, until after the screening when they were whisked off to an exclusive afterparty which was all canapés and photographers.
"Hey," said Adam, as they met on opposite sides of the chocolate fondue.
"This," said Jensen, "is a terrible idea. Who's going to risk dripping chocolate on themselves?"
"Or getting actual calories in their stomachs at a party," said Adam, though he kind of eyed it hungrily, and one piece couldn't hurt, right?
He met Jensen's eyes and they both kind of gave one another a rueful smile and then they were reaching for a piece of melon on a toothpick. Neither one of them dripped. Adam felt like maybe they should high five or something, but instead Jensen met his eyes again and licked chocolate off his thumb.
"Oh, come on," laughed Adam. "I'm not a saint."
"I sure hope not," said Jensen, and then he was pulled away for a photo op and Adam made sure he really hadn't dripped before he was herded away to do some more mingling.
He didn't see Jensen again, not for a while, but he did run into his wife which sort of made him flush with a bit of guilt when he remembered just what he'd been thinking about her husband not so long ago. Not that he thought she'd be the least bit surprised by that, and not just because he'd told her so on previous occasions.
"I don't know what TMZ's told you," he said, "but I didn't actually have your husband bent over a Ferrari right before the premiere."
"I heard it was a Porsche," she said. "Too bad. I was counting on pictures."
"I'm sure anyone with Photoshop would be happy to oblige," said Adam. "Actually, I'm pretty sure if we looked hard enough, we could find some out there already."
"But where's the fun in that?" she said. "He wouldn't be able to come home and tell me filthy stories about those ones."
"And would you want to hear filthy stories about that?" said Adam. "You dirty, dirty girl."
"Oh, you have no idea," she said, giving him a charming smile that belied her words. She looked lovely and sweet. She even looked lovely and sweet while downing mojitos like a champion.
"I see," said Adam, and gave her a mischievous smile in return, even though he really didn't. Until she leaned in close to his ear.
"You're on the list," said Danneel quietly, and gave him an air kiss close to his ear rather than smudging his makeup, or hers. "Good for one time only. Have a great night. I expect him home in one piece."
It was hard to know what to say to that.
"Are you-?" he said, but Danneel was already moving away from him, a totally genuine and totally unapologetic smile on her face as she did.
Serious, he was going to say, and now he was left certain she was and certain she couldn't really have been in equal measure.
Adam decided to try it out, see what happened. If nothing else, he knew that Jensen was fine with the flirting, and the paparazzi were going to write stories about the two of them whether Adam actually did anything or not. He might as well have some fun.
"More fruit?" he said when he found Jensen near the fondue again, leaning against the table and cocking his hip just right.
"I was thinking about it," said Jensen, picking up a piece of pineapple on a stick and studying it as though there was some standard against which he was measuring his tidbits.
"It's easier to just do it," said Adam, "just pop it in your mouth. That's what I would do."
"So I hear," murmured Jensen, licking his lips.
"I could show you if you want," said Adam, and picked up a piece of pineapple of his own, licking just along the edge of it.
"I need to be discreet," Jensen said lowly over the fondue, and that was when Adam knew this was for real. "Your place?"
"I'll text you my address," said Adam, because it was easy to figure out where to go from here. "I'll be home in about an hour."
Jensen nodded and looked up through his eyelashes as he gave Adam a sly smile, then he stole another bit of fruit, sans chocolate this time, and drifted back into the crowd. Adam couldn't help but watch him go.
If this was good for one time only, then Adam was going to give Jensen the night of his life.
Adam/Kris. 1556 words. NC-17. For clone_of_ginny.
Oh, The Things You'll See
Prompt: Adam/Kris NC-17/R fic, Mirror!sex fic.
"My parents are going to disapprove of my new career in homemade porn," said Kris as Adam laid him out on the bed.
"There's no camera," said Adam, but that so wasn't Kris's point. "This is just for you and me."
"Camera or not, I don't know if I can put on a show," said Kris. "Not doing this. It'll just get awkward and stilted and someone will take an elbow to the face."
"Someone will take something to the face anyway," said Adam, straddling Kris's legs and holding himself up straight, looking down at Kris, at all of him. And Kris was getting used to people just wanting to look at him, at what he did, but not like this.
"If you start directing me, it really will start to feel like amateur porn," said Kris.
"As if you're an amateur at this anymore," said Adam with a quick grin, running a hand down the middle of Kris's chest. "I know you're not shy. No one will ever see but me."
"And me," said Kris, but it wasn't that he was worried about. Just not living up to Adam's expectations when it came to this kind of performance. Or if not expectations, because it wasn't like that, then at least living up to Adam's imagination. He seemed to have this idea in his head of what Kris could be, and Kris wasn't even sure what that was.
"Anyone ever tell you they could just eat you up?" said Adam.
"Just you," said Kris, "but you swallow, so that's okay." Adam laughed, the movement of his body shaking Kris's legs, just a tremble. "Are you just going to look at me?"
"No," said Adam, and swung his leg off of Kris's so he could stretch out next to him, running a hand up his chest again and letting it rest along Kris's jaw. "I just want you to be comfortable."
"I am," Kris promised him, and it wasn't a lie as long as he believed that he was as comfortable as he was going to get, under the circumstances. "A little cold maybe."
"I have a feeling that isn't going to be a problem for long," said Adam, and started kissing him, coaxing Kris's mouth open with very little effort and running a hand up Kris's side.
So far Kris wasn't doing much, just lying there on the bed and letting Adam do to him what he wanted to do, which was a decent beginning as far as these things went, but he knew Adam wanted more from him and Kris wanted more from himself, he wanted to touch and kiss and grope as much as Adam did. But he started slow, a kiss here, a nibble there, a hand brushing along Adam's hip, until suddenly, when Adam was least expecting it, Kris flipped them and straddled Adam's waist.
Adam grinned up at him, a little mischievously, a little hungrily, and Kris leaned down to kiss that expression right off his face. The grin could stay, but Kris didn't want it to read anything less than satisfied when he was done. He held Adam down by the shoulders, kissing him breathless while rolling his hips, just to tease him, but it wasn't long before Adam found some leverage and used it to flip them again, Kris on his back again and Adam between his legs, which was just where he liked to be.
Adam apparently had something else in mind, though, and after kissing Kris a little longer he scooted further down the bed till he was practically off it-no, he was off it-and grabbed Kris by the ankles to pull him down there too.
Kris opened his mouth to ask Adam just where he was going with this, but when his open mouth just made Adam lick his lips Kris didn't let any words come out and waited to see what was coming. Adam left his legs dangling off the end of the bed, then pulled Kris up to a sitting position before dropping to his knees between Kris's legs.
It was only then that Kris really realized the significance of the full-size mirror positioned at the end of the bed. Apparently it was good for more than just décor.
"Do you want me to-?"
"Watch," said Adam, kissing and sucking at the inside of his thigh as Kris's hands settled in his hair and he looked uncertainly into the mirror which Adam was so close to his heels were touching it as he knelt there. He could see Adam's back, Adam's head, his own body as he sat there with his legs spread wide. He couldn't see his cock, not in the mirror, but he could see the motion of Adam's head as he kissed up the side of it, as he took it in his mouth.
And he could see the look on his own face.
"Adam..." he said, his fingers moving restlessly through his hair, his eyes locking with his own in the mirror for just a moment, wide and a little shocked. His mouth was open and he watched himself lick his lips before his eyes dropped to Adam, to Adam's head, to the motion of Adam's hips. He could see his own legs tremble, see his hips come off the bed a little, see Adam's fingers sink into his side.
Adam bobbed over Kris's cock, his head moving in long, steady strokes, but it didn't last long, it didn't last nearly long enough before he was lifting his head and kissing Kris's stomach and sitting back on his heels.
"What did I-?" said Kris, but he didn't do anything wrong, that much was clear. From the look on Adam's face, he was doing everything right.
"Don't move," said Adam, and then he was climbing back onto the bed, straddling Kris's legs and beginning to guide Kris's cock into his body. Kris got with it quicker than he could blink, gripping Adam's thigh to hold him there and moving his hips to position them right, fingers of his other hand seeking Adam's hole. And then his breath caught as he began the slow slide into him, tight and hot.
Adam moaned quietly and let his head roll back, and when Kris was buried deep inside him he wrapped his legs around Kris's back and began moving against him. But this was Kris's show now, and he grabbed hold of Adam's ass hard and rocked up into him, heels pushing hard against the floor. Adam cried out louder and just held on, and they were both too far into it now to so much as pause.
But Kris looked. He pressed his face to Adam's shoulder and looked over and past it at the mirror and he could see himself fucking Adam there. He could see it all.
And maybe Adam was taller but Kris was strong. He got a good grip on Adam's thighs where Adam's legs were wrapped around him and abruptly stood up, and without slipping out of Adam's body more than a fraction he slammed Adam's back against the mirror, making it rattle but not come anywhere close to shattering. It-and they-were made of stronger stuff than that.
The heat coming off Adam's shoulders fogged the glass of the mirror and Kris couldn't see himself anymore but that didn't matter. He stepped back just far enough to brace his heel against the foot of the bed and gripped Adam's legs tightly and thrust up into him, hard and fast.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," said Adam, and Kris smiled as he bent his head against Adam's shoulder for even more leverage, because clearly this hadn't been in Adam's plan.
Kris liked to think he was full of surprises too.
They were already close when he did that-or at least he was already close when they did that-and he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his open mouth against Adam's skin and slammed into him with erratic, heaving thrusts until orgasm couldn't be put off any longer. Adam's sweaty skin was squeaky against the glass and he was panting so hard it was almost a moan, and Kris scraped his teeth against Adam's shoulder as he came.
Adam's heel kicked up against his back and Kris's hands were busy but Adam's weren't. He shoved a hand in between them and banged his head back against the mirror and jerked himself off relentlessly until he came with Kris still buried inside him, clenching down on him and splashing up against both of them.
Kris hadn't thought past that moment, and when it was over, when they were panting and damp and trembling, he just stumbled back onto the bed again, let Adam unwrap his legs and then they both collapsed backwards. Kris pulled out as carefully as he could, unconcerned about the trickle of come he felt against his cock and thighs as they lay there together and caught their breath.
"Fuck me," said Adam, burrowing his face against Kris's throat, "I wish I had been filming that."
"Nah," said Kris, "it loses the magic that way. I might be up for a repeat performance, though."
"I'm going to hold you to that," said Adam, and Kris really did hope that he would.
Disclaimer: No disrespect intended to any of the persons depicted herein, who I hope are all living happy and fulfilled lives with their partner(s) of choice. This is purely fictional, and not in any way intended as an accurate representation of reality.
Adam/Kris. 2455 words. PG. For: ckalicka. College AU.
Safe is Overrated
Prompt: College!AU where Adam hasn't made the transition to fabulous yet.
The thing about working at the Starbucks right off campus was, except for the students who were willing to subsist on shitty cafeteria coffee alone and the ones who turned their noses up at anything other than the organic fair trade place a couple of blocks away, you got to see just about everyone sooner or later. And some more than others. They never noticed you as more than a source for their caffeine fix, but you saw them. You got to talk to them. Sort of.
Danielle told him part of the college experience was having crushes on people in your classes-or outside your classes, as the case may be-which wasn't anything Adam didn't know and wouldn't have been anything special if she hadn't said it right after Adam first came out to her. She said it was normal, and it was safe, and what was college for if not to find yourself?
Danielle had a secret crush in almost every one of her classes. Adam didn't.
And that was where his job at Starbucks came in, because there was this one guy Adam didn't know at all, who he had no classes with, and he this guy wasn't all dashing or smooth or Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome but he was something Adam wasn't-he was completely comfortable in his own skin-and every time Adam saw him there were butterflies in his stomach and he got all tongue-tied and this, apparently, was his big college crush.
It didn't feel safe at all.
"The usual?" he managed to say when the guy reached the register, and then the guy smiled and there were those butterflies again.
"And a...wait, I had to write it down," he said, looking at something scrawled in ballpoint pen on the palm of his hand. "A grande half-fat no whip caramel macchiato. Did I get that right?"
"Perfect," said Adam, and at least he was in his element there, because complex tasks were beyond him right now. "For you, um, your girlfriend?"
The guy smiled again, and there went the butterflies. A whole flock of them. "Not exactly," he said. "Cale just drinks like a girl, I guess."
And that was the extent of their conversation, once he paid and the line surged forward. But Adam recapped every word of it later that night when he was supposed to be studying with Danielle.
"What does that mean?" he said. "He didn't say 'no', he said 'not exactly'. There's a difference, right?"
"I don't know," she said. "Maybe it means nothing. Maybe it means he has a girlfriend but it wasn't for her."
"Yeah, probably," said Adam, "but he's always come in alone before."
"Or maybe Cale's his boyfriend."
"Do you think?" said Adam, jumping all over that as soon as it was out of her mouth.
"What were they like together? Did they act like a couple?"
"I didn't even see the other guy," he admitted. "He took the drinks outside. I guess this Cale guy was waiting for him or something."
"So he's either single or he's not, and maybe he has a boyfriend or a girlfriend," said Danielle. "Does that about sum up what we know?"
Adam did have to kind of laugh at himself, hearing it like that. "I guess it doesn't matter anyway," he said. "He's kind of out of my league."
"Adam, you think everyone's out of your league," said Danielle. "One day you're going to wake up and realize they're not."
"I don't know, maybe," said Adam. Honestly, he'd been hearing that for a long time and he had his doubts. "He's just a crush anyway. It's not supposed to actually happen. It's just a daydream."
"Mmm," said Danielle, and Adam really didn't know what that was supposed to mean either. Nor did he ever find out, because a moment later she went on to, "Let me tell you about my new daydream subject in intro psych," and that was that.
The next time Adam saw him was early in the morning. Early. Before Adam went to classes early. "I'm Kris," he said at Adam's back as he poured a coffee. Adam didn't even register it until he was putting it in front of him, then his eyes widened a little. "Since we see so much of each other these days, I figured you ought to know."
"Adam," he said, because that was just how you were supposed to answer, even when your name was pinned to your chest. "You're here early today."
Kris grinned at him. "You noticed."
"I guess I did," admitted Adam. "No extra drink today?"
Kris didn't say anything about Adam noticing that too, but his smile stayed on his face. "Cale never gets up this early," he said, and Adam tried not to let his heart sink, because didn't it just figure that the guy actually would turn out to be gay, just already taken. But then Kris added, "and he stayed over at his girlfriend's place last night anyway. I probably won't see him till tonight."
"Oh, so you're roommates," said Adam, and tried his very best to sound neither relieved nor hopeful.
"Uh huh," said Kris. "When he's around, anyway. Ever since he started dating this girl I've pretty much had the place to myself most of the time."
"That must be nice for you," said Adam. "Only half the rent and you can pretty much do whatever you want."
"Yeah, if I ever actually did anything with it," said Kris, but he shot him a grin anyway and it made Adam feel a little bit tingly. He was so ridiculous, seriously. "I guess it gives me a quiet place to study, so there's that."
"That's what the library's for," said Adam, and felt dumb after he said it, but Kris just laughed.
"Well, if you get any ideas about better things I can do with an apartment to myself, you let me know," he said as he paid for his coffee.
He had no idea just how many ideas Adam had.
"You're so gone for him," said Danielle when Adam recapped their latest meeting. "It's kind of cute."
"It's not cute," protested Adam. "It's actually kind of awful. He's so nice and so perfect and I get to serve him coffee every day. That's it."
"You know his name now," said Danielle. "That's something."
"That's just courtesy," said Adam, "because that's the kind of nice guy he is. He holds doors for people, too. He probably rescues kittens."
"So cute," said Danielle again. "One day you're going to look back on this fondly, I promise."
"Maybe," said Adam grudgingly, because he guessed he could imagine thinking about Kris and feeling nothing but fondness, "but right now it pretty much just hurts. A lot."
"That'll pass," Danielle promised him, and put her arms around him, and that did make it a little better. For the moment, anyway.
It didn't feel better when Adam continued to see Kris every day and Kris continued to be awesome and Adam continued to be awkward, too big and too clumsy and never knowing quite the right thing to say to him. When he got on stage Adam was fine, he was graceful and eloquent and someone else but in person he just felt like a big mess. But Kris was never anything less than friendly to him, and he kept coming back so at least Adam hadn't scared him away.
"Maybe the trick is just to be someone else all the time," Adam said, interrupting Danielle for the fifth time while she tried to finish reading a chapter of her psychology textbook.
"Oh, listen to yourself," said Danielle. "When are you going to figure out you're awesome just the way you are?"
"Come on, be honest," said Adam. "Look at me."
"I do," she said. "Every day. And maybe you haven't figured yourself out yet, entirely, but who has, Adam? Just go with it and do what you feel like doing and don't worry about being someone else so much. Anyone who doesn't like you for you isn't worth your time, okay? And you can trust me on this one. I only bother to lecture when I mean it."
It was true. And that night Adam got her to help him dye his hair, a kind of chestnut brown that wasn't too outrageous but was definitely a huge difference for him. Adam liked what he saw.
"Wow," said Kris when he came in that morning, gazing at Adam's hair with a look of kind of awe on his face. "That's a change."
"Yeah," said Adam, suddenly self-conscious again and trying not to run his hands through it. "I just...you know."
"It looks really good," said Kris. "I mean, not that it didn't look good before. I think about doing mine sometimes, but I wouldn't even know what to do."
"Yours is perfect the way it is," said Adam, and because he was trying to be a whole new him he didn't even let himself regret saying it. Especially when Kris looked especially pleased by the compliment. "The usual?"
"Of course," said Kris, and Adam hardly even had to think about it anymore, his hands moving automatically. At least it prevented him from spilling in front of him, which was one small blessing. Adam was glad he at least had something. "Seriously, you look good."
Adam didn't know what to say to that, so he just handed the drink over and smiled and they both left it at that.
"You flirted!" said Danielle, all but clapping her hands in delight. If she had, Adam would've suspected she was making fun of him. Actually, he kind of suspected it anyway. "Good for you. I wish I'd seen it."
"It wasn't really," said Adam. "I just told him he looked good."
"You tell everyone they look good?" said Danielle. "Don't answer that, it was rhetorical. I know you don't. You flirted with him. That's sweet."
Sweet. "I guess I just feel like I know him well enough now that maybe I can just relax," said Adam. "I see him more than I see some of my friends. You excluded obviously."
"You spend so much time with me I should be getting laid," said Danielle. "That's kind of sad, actually."
"Maybe you should let one of your college crushes go somewhere, then," said Adam.
"Maybe I should," said Danielle. "Safe is overrated."
The next time Adam saw Kris it was almost time to close, which was pretty unusual since he usually saw Kris in the morning, or at the beginning of his shift if he was working in the afternoon. There were only a couple of people left in the place, sitting in a corner with their already-cold coffees and huddled over an intimidating pile of open books.
"Hey," said Adam. "Up late studying?"
"Something like that," said Kris, leaning forward onto the counter and looking up at Adam.
"So, the usual?" said Adam. "Or are you in the mood for something else?"
"Something else," said Kris, but he hesitated for a moment before saying it.
Adam waited, and he didn't intend to turn it into an awkward silence but he'd expected Kris to go on right away and when he didn't it felt too awkward to say something by the time it occurred to Adam he might have to.
"So I've been waiting," said Kris finally, "but I finally figured maybe I should just come out with it so I can stop wondering. Are you ever going to ask me out, or should I give up hope? Because seriously, I've had so much caffeine the past couple of months I think I spend half my time vibrating and the other half peeing."
Adam couldn't help laughing, and he regretted it as soon as Kris looked away and kind of flushed, but that didn't mean he could stop. He was just so...relieved, and elated, and astonished, all at once. He was glad he hadn't poured Kris a coffee yet, because if he had he almost certainly would've knocked it over as soon as he heard that.
"On just one cup a day?" he said finally, not the first thing that came into his head but the first thing that seemed remotely appropriate.
"Well, I don't know what your schedule is," admitted Kris a little sheepishly. "This is my third time here today alone."
Adam so didn't know what to say to that. "I...'ve never asked anyone out," he said finally, struggling for words even more than he ever had before. "I'm not sure how."
"It's pretty easy," said Kris, still leaning forward onto the counter, looking at him again. "I mean, if you want to."
"I've wanted to forever," said Adam, his voice so soft now, admitting what he'd been hanging on to for so long. "Like, since you first came in. But you're...you. And I'm me."
"And that's bad?" said Kris. "I'm not really your type?"
"Are you kidding?" said Adam. "You're...great. And gorgeous and funny and kind of awesome. How could you not be my type?"
"I'm not lots of people's type," said Kris with an easy, unconcerned shrug. "I was just hoping I was yours. I kept coming in and you kept being adorable and nice, but we sort of never got anywhere."
"I didn't want to scare you away," admitted Adam. "I wanted you to keep coming in."
"Well, at least that worked," said Kris. "And I learned the limits of my bladder, so I guess there was an upside there too. Not that I was really worried about that, but you never know when you might be stuck on a bus somewhere and need to know."
Adam glanced at the pair of people still studying in the corner, and at the clock. "So we're just about ready to close up. Do you think when I'm finished up here, you might want to get something to eat?"
Kris smiled. "That's exactly how you ask someone out," he said. "That'd be great. I know a great place near my apartment."
"Is Cale at his girlfriend's again tonight?"
"He is," said Kris. "He left a couple hours ago."
"Then I think I've come up with something you can do with an apartment all to yourself."
"It's about time," said Kris, and Adam wished they were already closed, that he and Kris were already alone, because there were so many things he wanted to say and so many things he wanted to do. The ache he felt whenever he saw Kris was easing, and something new was starting to take its place.
Safe really was overrated. This was so much better.
Adam/Drake. 888 words. PG-13. For duckybusiness08.
Rewind
Prompt: Lambry AU where they didn't break up.
People thought it was an easy decision, a no-brainer. If Adam Lambert was interested in you, you stayed with him, what, were you nuts? As if there was nothing to consider but the fact that he was Adam Lambert and you weren't.
Drake knew Adam when he was a struggling actor and singer taking crap roles in crap shows just to stay afloat. Adam wasn't larger than life. And Drake loved the guy he knew, the guy he'd known for years. Everything else now, the constant attention, the paparazzi, the way he hardly even saw Adam anymore, that was the stuff that was the problem.
So no, it wasn't an easy decision.
But when they finally sat down and talked about it, talked about what to expect, what Adam's plans for the future were, what Drake's plans for the future were, there was definitely a decision to be made. And it honestly could have gone either way, because sometimes love wasn't enough; Drake was going to love him no matter what. So he considered it all and he thought about what he wanted in his life, what he wanted to do and be, and he looked at the hope on Adam's face and he made his decision.
"Okay," said Drake. "Yes. Let's do this. We can do this."
"Yeah?" said Adam, smiling at him like he was the only important thing in the whole world. Drake wanted to believe it. "You sure?"
"Sure enough that I want to try," he said. "There's just one more thing we need to decide."
"What's that?" said Adam.
"What we're going to dress as for Halloween, obviously. It's only a few days away."
Adam was absolutely set on glampire, so Drake finally settled on "willing victim", not because he thought that if you were dating someone you needed to come up with some kind of cheesy couples' costumes but because he felt like going out together to a high-profile party on Halloween was a statement, and if he was going to do this and going to put up with the scrutiny of the media, he was going to go out there and say something.
There were photographers everywhere. And of course Drake expected that, this was a party that was going to end up on the gossip sites in the country if they did it right, but somehow they still caught him off guard. He liked cameras when they belonged to friends, liked to ham it up, like to chat with them and do obscene things and generally be friendly. But somehow the paparazzi always caught him with a scowl on his face.
"Not having a good time?"
"Having a great time," Drake promised him. "Having a great time with you."
"Then let me show you off a little," said Adam. "Then we'll be giving them what we want them to have instead of what they want to take."
"They'll take anyway," said Drake, but there were deeper negotiations at work than he knew, and there was some kind of an art to this whole thing or he figured that no one would ever survive it. As long as they had something they were willing to give, maybe it worked out.
And Drake was willing to give this. Drake was willing to give this much, so that he could keep the rest to himself.
"We'll see about that," said Adam and took Drake's hand firmly in his own and started to work the room.
He looked, Drake had to admit, good enough to eat, even though that was supposed to be his job. But hell, if he was going to do this, he was going to shake things up a little. If he was going to do this, then he needed to be more than an accessory. He needed to own it.
So he leaned up and gnawed a little a Adam's neck, and flashbulbs went off and then Adam laughed and turned the tables right back on him again, claiming him right there, hand wrapped around his wrist and kissing him hard. Drake saw the flashes through closed eyes this time.
"Come on," said Adam afterwards. "I need a drink."
"Make mine a double," muttered Drake following afterwards, though he was feeling okay, he was feeling like they were in control of this in some way. He didn't care if he was misleading himself. It felt good.
There were friends by the bar, mutual friends, and they were quickly drawn to their table in a shadowed corner where they got, if not privacy, then at least respite. He was quiet, and it didn't go unnoticed.
"Is this really that hard?" said Adam, smearing the bloody bite marks on Drake's throat with his thumb, Drake's pulse thrumming beneath it.
If he hadn't chosen this, if he hadn't chosen to be with Adam, then he would be somewhere else tonight. Maybe working, maybe at another party or maybe having a quiet night in with some friends. If he hadn't chosen this then he would be feeling Adam's heat by his side, his blood wouldn't be racing, he wouldn't be feeling this irresistable pull towards him, this yearning to know everything that they could be.
Easier, after all, wasn't always better.
"Sometimes," he said finally. "But it's worth it."
Adam made it worth it.
Kris/Cale. 1320 words. PG-13. For onthehillside.
Something New
Prompt: Kris/Cale snuggle!fic, with sleepy kisses, preferably back during Kris's mission trip days.
Everyone always told Kris that college would be full of new experiences. They told him not to dwell on what he was leaving behind but look forward to what he'd be gaining, and to keep an open mind to what the world would be offering him. They told him that they trusted him, and knew he would use good judgment in everything that he did.
Kris took everyone at their word, and decided to be open to any new experiences that didn't run contrary to his personal ethic.
That was how he somehow ended up at this party, bubbles and barrettes in his hair, beer in his hand, and satisfaction in his heart. He usually bailed on the parties that were too raunchy, too rowdy or too much like a breeding ground for hard drugs and date rape, but this party was just fun and friendly and Kris was having a good time. He was trusting his gut and making the good choices everyone told him to, even if this wasn't the sort of thing they meant when they said it. He knew they meant things like maybe meeting someone new or doing mission work with his fraternity, and he was doing that too, but to him it also meant just enjoying the world.
"Hi," he said when Cale sat down next to him, throwing an arm along the back of the loveseat and sipping the drink in his hand. It had a little umbrella, which Kris promptly stole. "Strike out?"
"Nah, didn't get up to bat," said Cale, trying and failing to steal it back. "Not that kind of night."
"Really?" said Kris. "Cause I would've thought this was exactly that kind of night. There were bubbles."
"I'm not sure what bubbles have to do with me meeting girls," said Cale, unclipping a barette from Kris's hair and holding it in the palm of his hand, staring at it.
"You're never going to get that back in exactly right," said Kris.
"I wasn't planning on trying," said Cale. "Why do you have, like, ten barettes in your hair?"
"It seemed like a good idea at the time," said Kris. "There were these girls."
"That much I gathered for myself."
"I think they were a little drunk."
"That's not a surprise either."
"It was fun?" offered Kris. "I didn't know they just wanted to play with my hair. It was all right, though. I'm not much of a conversationalist."
"That you are not," said Cale, then he did, in fact, try to get the barette back in Kris's hair. Kris couldn't see it, of course, but he would've bet...well, he would've bet his drink, anyway, and maybe his pants...that it was lopsided. He didn't really care, though.
He also hadn't realized there were butterflies on the barettes.
"I look pretty ridiculous, huh?"
"You look pretty and ridiculous," said Cale. "You want me to take them out?"
"Maybe, yeah," said Kris, even though he didn't care if he looked ridiculous. They were going to be kind of hard to sleep on, now that he thought about it, and sleep probably wasn't that far off at this point. "What time is it?"
"Two, last time I looked," said Cale, "and that was a while ago, I think. When I was in the kitchen, there was a clock on the microwave. Or else someone was making popcorn and just left the timer at two minutes."
"I think it's probably two," said Kris, yawning as Cale started unsnapping the barettes from his hair. Only some of them had butterflies. The rest had ladybugs, except one that was actually a little blue bow. "Do I keep these, or give them back?"
"That depends," said Cale. "Do you remember who put them in?"
"Not really," said Kris.
"Then I think that gives you grounds to keep them," said Cale, "if you really want to."
"I don't know, they might come in handy one day," said Kris. "What do you think the odds are that anyone got pictures of that?"
"I know I did," said Cale, "so odds are pretty good. Maybe it's time for both of us to head home."
"Nobody's going home," said Kris. "Nobody's driving."
"You haven't had that many, have you?" said Cale. "You can get us both back. I can pick up my car tomorrow."
"It's not the beer," said Kris, especially since he'd only had two all night. One and a half, actually, since he hadn't even finished this one. "It's the storm. The road's all muddy and terrible."
"That explains the thunder and lightning," said Cale. "I thought it was just someone messing around upstairs."
"No, it's really thunder," said Kris, "it's been raining forever. The driveway's probably washed out, even. People are just sleeping wherever."
"Wherever they drop?" said Cale. "That could get messy in the morning."
"Yeah, you'll have to watch your step on the way to the bathroom," said Kris, grinning at him, "if someone's not sleeping in there. Karin showed me where the spare blankets are, though. I think we can do better than a bathtub."
Cale drained the rest of his drink; Kris just abandoned his. On a coaster, even.
"All right, come on," said Cale, getting up and handing Kris all of the barettes so he could stuff them in his pockets, then offering Kris both of his hands to haul him up off the couch. "Let's go find a quiet corner somewhere."
Kris grabbed a blanket from the hall closet as they went, someone's well-worn, flowery quilt that smelled like fabric softener, and in one of the upstairs bedrooms they found a space between the bed and the wall-not on the bed because three girls had already claimed that-and bunked down for the night.
"I guess we should leave our clothes on, huh?" said Kris.
"I guess so," said Cale. "I hate sleeping in jeans, though."
"Would it be weird if we just slept in boxers?" said Kris. "And t-shirts. That wouldn't be too weird, right?"
"Whatever, who cares," said Cale after a moment, undoing his pants before they could second guess it. Kris didn't waste any time either. "I don't care what anyone thinks. Someone spilled beer on these earlier. I'm not sleeping in them."
"I don't care what anyone thinks either," said Kris. "I only got one blanket. There are so many people here, I didn't want to take more than we needed."
"You just wanted to cuddle," said Cale. "I'm on to you, Allen. Get a couple of beers into you and you can't keep your hands off anybody."
"Yeah, maybe," said Kris. "I like to think I'm choosy about who I put my hands on."
"Yeah, you keep telling yourself that," said Cale as he snagged an extra pillow off the bed-seriously, they didn't need all four; Kris approved of the theft-and they bunked down on the floor by the window. Outside the room they could still hear the muted noises of the party, but mostly they listened to the rain hitting the window and someone's faint snort from the other side of the bed, where other people had chosen to spend the night.
Kris first tucked his head in under Cale's chin, then a moment later he was looking up and Cale was looking down and their lips just sort of met, without any forethought or really even any effort, if you asked Kris. And if Cale was surprised he didn't show it.
"Huh," said Cale a moment later, as he wrapped his arm around Kris. "Okay."
"Yeah, okay," said Kris, and they kissed one more time and then Kris tucked his head in under Cale's chin again as he pulled the blanket up over both of them.
As he started to drift off, Kris thought that as far as new experiences went, he was kind of glad he'd been open to this one.
Adam/Jensen Ackles. 974 words. PG-13. For lexzilla.
On The List
Prompt: Adam/Jensen Ackles, at a movie premiere.
Adam didn't think it was fair at all to say he got around. If it seemed like he got around, it was because having a single, gay pop star who was completely out was such a novelty that people latched on to every guy he was seen talking to as a potential liaison. And if the handful of guys he'd actually dated still seemed like a lot, it was only because the public was used to having its gay stars safely partnered and not out to date their sons.
So it was sort of insulting that on the red carpet, everyone thought it was appropriate to ask if he had something going on with the film's leading man, even though Adam's denied it a dozen times already. As if on the thirteenth time he was going to say, "Actually, just kidding, we've totally been doing it on the sly all along."
Not that he wouldn't, mind you, but Jensen Ackles had a lovely wife who Adam once got hammered on mojitos with while they shared horror stories about the entertainment industry, and Adam just wasn't that kind of guy. No matter how they wanted to paint him.
He didn't even see Jensen, other than a brief glimpse across the red carpet, until after the screening when they were whisked off to an exclusive afterparty which was all canapés and photographers.
"Hey," said Adam, as they met on opposite sides of the chocolate fondue.
"This," said Jensen, "is a terrible idea. Who's going to risk dripping chocolate on themselves?"
"Or getting actual calories in their stomachs at a party," said Adam, though he kind of eyed it hungrily, and one piece couldn't hurt, right?
He met Jensen's eyes and they both kind of gave one another a rueful smile and then they were reaching for a piece of melon on a toothpick. Neither one of them dripped. Adam felt like maybe they should high five or something, but instead Jensen met his eyes again and licked chocolate off his thumb.
"Oh, come on," laughed Adam. "I'm not a saint."
"I sure hope not," said Jensen, and then he was pulled away for a photo op and Adam made sure he really hadn't dripped before he was herded away to do some more mingling.
He didn't see Jensen again, not for a while, but he did run into his wife which sort of made him flush with a bit of guilt when he remembered just what he'd been thinking about her husband not so long ago. Not that he thought she'd be the least bit surprised by that, and not just because he'd told her so on previous occasions.
"I don't know what TMZ's told you," he said, "but I didn't actually have your husband bent over a Ferrari right before the premiere."
"I heard it was a Porsche," she said. "Too bad. I was counting on pictures."
"I'm sure anyone with Photoshop would be happy to oblige," said Adam. "Actually, I'm pretty sure if we looked hard enough, we could find some out there already."
"But where's the fun in that?" she said. "He wouldn't be able to come home and tell me filthy stories about those ones."
"And would you want to hear filthy stories about that?" said Adam. "You dirty, dirty girl."
"Oh, you have no idea," she said, giving him a charming smile that belied her words. She looked lovely and sweet. She even looked lovely and sweet while downing mojitos like a champion.
"I see," said Adam, and gave her a mischievous smile in return, even though he really didn't. Until she leaned in close to his ear.
"You're on the list," said Danneel quietly, and gave him an air kiss close to his ear rather than smudging his makeup, or hers. "Good for one time only. Have a great night. I expect him home in one piece."
It was hard to know what to say to that.
"Are you-?" he said, but Danneel was already moving away from him, a totally genuine and totally unapologetic smile on her face as she did.
Serious, he was going to say, and now he was left certain she was and certain she couldn't really have been in equal measure.
Adam decided to try it out, see what happened. If nothing else, he knew that Jensen was fine with the flirting, and the paparazzi were going to write stories about the two of them whether Adam actually did anything or not. He might as well have some fun.
"More fruit?" he said when he found Jensen near the fondue again, leaning against the table and cocking his hip just right.
"I was thinking about it," said Jensen, picking up a piece of pineapple on a stick and studying it as though there was some standard against which he was measuring his tidbits.
"It's easier to just do it," said Adam, "just pop it in your mouth. That's what I would do."
"So I hear," murmured Jensen, licking his lips.
"I could show you if you want," said Adam, and picked up a piece of pineapple of his own, licking just along the edge of it.
"I need to be discreet," Jensen said lowly over the fondue, and that was when Adam knew this was for real. "Your place?"
"I'll text you my address," said Adam, because it was easy to figure out where to go from here. "I'll be home in about an hour."
Jensen nodded and looked up through his eyelashes as he gave Adam a sly smile, then he stole another bit of fruit, sans chocolate this time, and drifted back into the crowd. Adam couldn't help but watch him go.
If this was good for one time only, then Adam was going to give Jensen the night of his life.
Adam/Kris. 1556 words. NC-17. For clone_of_ginny.
Oh, The Things You'll See
Prompt: Adam/Kris NC-17/R fic, Mirror!sex fic.
"My parents are going to disapprove of my new career in homemade porn," said Kris as Adam laid him out on the bed.
"There's no camera," said Adam, but that so wasn't Kris's point. "This is just for you and me."
"Camera or not, I don't know if I can put on a show," said Kris. "Not doing this. It'll just get awkward and stilted and someone will take an elbow to the face."
"Someone will take something to the face anyway," said Adam, straddling Kris's legs and holding himself up straight, looking down at Kris, at all of him. And Kris was getting used to people just wanting to look at him, at what he did, but not like this.
"If you start directing me, it really will start to feel like amateur porn," said Kris.
"As if you're an amateur at this anymore," said Adam with a quick grin, running a hand down the middle of Kris's chest. "I know you're not shy. No one will ever see but me."
"And me," said Kris, but it wasn't that he was worried about. Just not living up to Adam's expectations when it came to this kind of performance. Or if not expectations, because it wasn't like that, then at least living up to Adam's imagination. He seemed to have this idea in his head of what Kris could be, and Kris wasn't even sure what that was.
"Anyone ever tell you they could just eat you up?" said Adam.
"Just you," said Kris, "but you swallow, so that's okay." Adam laughed, the movement of his body shaking Kris's legs, just a tremble. "Are you just going to look at me?"
"No," said Adam, and swung his leg off of Kris's so he could stretch out next to him, running a hand up his chest again and letting it rest along Kris's jaw. "I just want you to be comfortable."
"I am," Kris promised him, and it wasn't a lie as long as he believed that he was as comfortable as he was going to get, under the circumstances. "A little cold maybe."
"I have a feeling that isn't going to be a problem for long," said Adam, and started kissing him, coaxing Kris's mouth open with very little effort and running a hand up Kris's side.
So far Kris wasn't doing much, just lying there on the bed and letting Adam do to him what he wanted to do, which was a decent beginning as far as these things went, but he knew Adam wanted more from him and Kris wanted more from himself, he wanted to touch and kiss and grope as much as Adam did. But he started slow, a kiss here, a nibble there, a hand brushing along Adam's hip, until suddenly, when Adam was least expecting it, Kris flipped them and straddled Adam's waist.
Adam grinned up at him, a little mischievously, a little hungrily, and Kris leaned down to kiss that expression right off his face. The grin could stay, but Kris didn't want it to read anything less than satisfied when he was done. He held Adam down by the shoulders, kissing him breathless while rolling his hips, just to tease him, but it wasn't long before Adam found some leverage and used it to flip them again, Kris on his back again and Adam between his legs, which was just where he liked to be.
Adam apparently had something else in mind, though, and after kissing Kris a little longer he scooted further down the bed till he was practically off it-no, he was off it-and grabbed Kris by the ankles to pull him down there too.
Kris opened his mouth to ask Adam just where he was going with this, but when his open mouth just made Adam lick his lips Kris didn't let any words come out and waited to see what was coming. Adam left his legs dangling off the end of the bed, then pulled Kris up to a sitting position before dropping to his knees between Kris's legs.
It was only then that Kris really realized the significance of the full-size mirror positioned at the end of the bed. Apparently it was good for more than just décor.
"Do you want me to-?"
"Watch," said Adam, kissing and sucking at the inside of his thigh as Kris's hands settled in his hair and he looked uncertainly into the mirror which Adam was so close to his heels were touching it as he knelt there. He could see Adam's back, Adam's head, his own body as he sat there with his legs spread wide. He couldn't see his cock, not in the mirror, but he could see the motion of Adam's head as he kissed up the side of it, as he took it in his mouth.
And he could see the look on his own face.
"Adam..." he said, his fingers moving restlessly through his hair, his eyes locking with his own in the mirror for just a moment, wide and a little shocked. His mouth was open and he watched himself lick his lips before his eyes dropped to Adam, to Adam's head, to the motion of Adam's hips. He could see his own legs tremble, see his hips come off the bed a little, see Adam's fingers sink into his side.
Adam bobbed over Kris's cock, his head moving in long, steady strokes, but it didn't last long, it didn't last nearly long enough before he was lifting his head and kissing Kris's stomach and sitting back on his heels.
"What did I-?" said Kris, but he didn't do anything wrong, that much was clear. From the look on Adam's face, he was doing everything right.
"Don't move," said Adam, and then he was climbing back onto the bed, straddling Kris's legs and beginning to guide Kris's cock into his body. Kris got with it quicker than he could blink, gripping Adam's thigh to hold him there and moving his hips to position them right, fingers of his other hand seeking Adam's hole. And then his breath caught as he began the slow slide into him, tight and hot.
Adam moaned quietly and let his head roll back, and when Kris was buried deep inside him he wrapped his legs around Kris's back and began moving against him. But this was Kris's show now, and he grabbed hold of Adam's ass hard and rocked up into him, heels pushing hard against the floor. Adam cried out louder and just held on, and they were both too far into it now to so much as pause.
But Kris looked. He pressed his face to Adam's shoulder and looked over and past it at the mirror and he could see himself fucking Adam there. He could see it all.
And maybe Adam was taller but Kris was strong. He got a good grip on Adam's thighs where Adam's legs were wrapped around him and abruptly stood up, and without slipping out of Adam's body more than a fraction he slammed Adam's back against the mirror, making it rattle but not come anywhere close to shattering. It-and they-were made of stronger stuff than that.
The heat coming off Adam's shoulders fogged the glass of the mirror and Kris couldn't see himself anymore but that didn't matter. He stepped back just far enough to brace his heel against the foot of the bed and gripped Adam's legs tightly and thrust up into him, hard and fast.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," said Adam, and Kris smiled as he bent his head against Adam's shoulder for even more leverage, because clearly this hadn't been in Adam's plan.
Kris liked to think he was full of surprises too.
They were already close when he did that-or at least he was already close when they did that-and he squeezed his eyes shut and pressed his open mouth against Adam's skin and slammed into him with erratic, heaving thrusts until orgasm couldn't be put off any longer. Adam's sweaty skin was squeaky against the glass and he was panting so hard it was almost a moan, and Kris scraped his teeth against Adam's shoulder as he came.
Adam's heel kicked up against his back and Kris's hands were busy but Adam's weren't. He shoved a hand in between them and banged his head back against the mirror and jerked himself off relentlessly until he came with Kris still buried inside him, clenching down on him and splashing up against both of them.
Kris hadn't thought past that moment, and when it was over, when they were panting and damp and trembling, he just stumbled back onto the bed again, let Adam unwrap his legs and then they both collapsed backwards. Kris pulled out as carefully as he could, unconcerned about the trickle of come he felt against his cock and thighs as they lay there together and caught their breath.
"Fuck me," said Adam, burrowing his face against Kris's throat, "I wish I had been filming that."
"Nah," said Kris, "it loses the magic that way. I might be up for a repeat performance, though."
"I'm going to hold you to that," said Adam, and Kris really did hope that he would.