Frigid
Frigid
Rated PG
Word count: 829
Summary: The one where Kris is hot and Adam's a tease.
It was the hottest day of the year when the idols finally checked into their hotel.
The heat made Kris lethargic. He could barely move, let alone bound up the stairs in search of hidden novelties like the others. Kris didn't care if there was a mammoth fireplace on the sixteenth floor, nor did he care about the supposedly haunted gym. He just wanted to lie down, preferably with his guitar tucked neatly in his arms.
Not even attempting to navigate his way to his room, Kris crashed on the lobby couch, snuggling into the cushions before realizing that made the heat unbearable.
He undid another button on his shirt. Four down, four to go.
There were people moving around him, flitting into the twitchy scope of his eyes and flitting out again. Someone offered him water; Kris asked for his guitar instead. Once in hand, he gathered it near him, fond of the way it felt on his stomach. Kris strummed a few chords, humming a little and sounding only somewhat drunk.
“Whoah, are you dying?”
Kris turned his head a fraction to the right, letting his eyeballs strain the rest of the way to see Adam loping over to him. There was a bowl in his hands, its outside dappled with condensation.
“I dunno, maybe I already died. Is this what hell feels like?”
“Yes, hell feels exactly like a four star hotel.” Adam said absently.
Kris could tell he wasn't paying any attention to him. He willed his eyes to look over at the couch where Adam was sitting.
Ah, he should have known.
“Ice cream.” Kris said, eying the dessert laden spoon's progress to Adam's mouth. It was absolutely dripping. Adam had to stick his head out to catch the sloshing mess in his mouth before it fell on his pants.
“What?”
“You have ice cream.” Kris elaborated.
“Oh. Do you want me to get you some?” Adam offered, but only halfheartedly. It was obvious that he didn't really want to be interrupted.
Kris shook his head. “No. Just put it on my forehead, please.”
Adam pulled a face. “Yuck, that's kinda gross. You're all sweaty.”
“But I'm hot.” Kris whined, squirming slightly to show his discomfort.
“Yes you are, but that's not a good enough reason to let you get sweat in my ice cream.” Adam replied sassily, before giving his complete attention to the bowl in front of him.
Kris watched him eat, feeling intensely envious of the mini-marshmallows' proximity to something cold.
God, how he wanted to be a marshmallow, to just wallow in that chilly, melted rocky-road before pop, into Adam's mouth.
“Uhg.” Said Kris, unable to vocalize his thoughts properly. The heat was making him confused, the heat was making him think wonky things. Of course Adam didn't notice, just kept on making out with his double scoop like he hadn't seen one in ages when they just had ice cream the day before.
Pistachio for Kris, something chocolatey for Adam.
“You have a bit on your face.” Kris pointed out, his arm flopping vaguely towards Adam's head.
“Really? Where?”
“There.”
“Hey man, hold your arm still. You're pointing at the nice desk girl right now.”
“It's right there.” Kris accentuated 'there' by jabbing his finger in the air. “Above your lip, left side.”
Adam rubbed a finger across his skin, making his foundation fade. A handful of freckles appeared, looking surprisingly like the dab of ice cream that was still on his face.
“Is it gone now?”
“No. Just swipe it with your tongue, it'll be easier.”
Adam licked the top of his lip, reaching around. When he pulled his tongue back in, the smear was gone. It must have tasted like ice cream and makeup, which sounded very interesting to Kris's heat crazed mind.
“Gone now?”
“Uh.” Kris stalled, then lied. “No. Just do it again, I think that would get it.”
“If you say so.”
“Slower this time.” Kris threw in, trying to sound nonchalant.
Adam raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but did as he was told. His tongue lifted his upper lip as it traced the line of his mouth, too damn suggestive to not be deliberate.
After way too much time had passed, Kris realized his own mouth was hanging open. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, making Adam laugh.
“You're silly.” Adam said, moving over to press a frigid kiss against Kris's forehead. The coolness made Kris shiver, and he was so close to asking for another kiss when Adam walked away, still laughing.
Kris tickled out a melody on his guitar, a habit of his whenever he was annoyed.
He wished he could go back to only being frustrated by the heat.
Rated PG
Word count: 829
Summary: The one where Kris is hot and Adam's a tease.
It was the hottest day of the year when the idols finally checked into their hotel.
The heat made Kris lethargic. He could barely move, let alone bound up the stairs in search of hidden novelties like the others. Kris didn't care if there was a mammoth fireplace on the sixteenth floor, nor did he care about the supposedly haunted gym. He just wanted to lie down, preferably with his guitar tucked neatly in his arms.
Not even attempting to navigate his way to his room, Kris crashed on the lobby couch, snuggling into the cushions before realizing that made the heat unbearable.
He undid another button on his shirt. Four down, four to go.
There were people moving around him, flitting into the twitchy scope of his eyes and flitting out again. Someone offered him water; Kris asked for his guitar instead. Once in hand, he gathered it near him, fond of the way it felt on his stomach. Kris strummed a few chords, humming a little and sounding only somewhat drunk.
“Whoah, are you dying?”
Kris turned his head a fraction to the right, letting his eyeballs strain the rest of the way to see Adam loping over to him. There was a bowl in his hands, its outside dappled with condensation.
“I dunno, maybe I already died. Is this what hell feels like?”
“Yes, hell feels exactly like a four star hotel.” Adam said absently.
Kris could tell he wasn't paying any attention to him. He willed his eyes to look over at the couch where Adam was sitting.
Ah, he should have known.
“Ice cream.” Kris said, eying the dessert laden spoon's progress to Adam's mouth. It was absolutely dripping. Adam had to stick his head out to catch the sloshing mess in his mouth before it fell on his pants.
“What?”
“You have ice cream.” Kris elaborated.
“Oh. Do you want me to get you some?” Adam offered, but only halfheartedly. It was obvious that he didn't really want to be interrupted.
Kris shook his head. “No. Just put it on my forehead, please.”
Adam pulled a face. “Yuck, that's kinda gross. You're all sweaty.”
“But I'm hot.” Kris whined, squirming slightly to show his discomfort.
“Yes you are, but that's not a good enough reason to let you get sweat in my ice cream.” Adam replied sassily, before giving his complete attention to the bowl in front of him.
Kris watched him eat, feeling intensely envious of the mini-marshmallows' proximity to something cold.
God, how he wanted to be a marshmallow, to just wallow in that chilly, melted rocky-road before pop, into Adam's mouth.
“Uhg.” Said Kris, unable to vocalize his thoughts properly. The heat was making him confused, the heat was making him think wonky things. Of course Adam didn't notice, just kept on making out with his double scoop like he hadn't seen one in ages when they just had ice cream the day before.
Pistachio for Kris, something chocolatey for Adam.
“You have a bit on your face.” Kris pointed out, his arm flopping vaguely towards Adam's head.
“Really? Where?”
“There.”
“Hey man, hold your arm still. You're pointing at the nice desk girl right now.”
“It's right there.” Kris accentuated 'there' by jabbing his finger in the air. “Above your lip, left side.”
Adam rubbed a finger across his skin, making his foundation fade. A handful of freckles appeared, looking surprisingly like the dab of ice cream that was still on his face.
“Is it gone now?”
“No. Just swipe it with your tongue, it'll be easier.”
Adam licked the top of his lip, reaching around. When he pulled his tongue back in, the smear was gone. It must have tasted like ice cream and makeup, which sounded very interesting to Kris's heat crazed mind.
“Gone now?”
“Uh.” Kris stalled, then lied. “No. Just do it again, I think that would get it.”
“If you say so.”
“Slower this time.” Kris threw in, trying to sound nonchalant.
Adam raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but did as he was told. His tongue lifted his upper lip as it traced the line of his mouth, too damn suggestive to not be deliberate.
After way too much time had passed, Kris realized his own mouth was hanging open. He cleared his throat uncomfortably, making Adam laugh.
“You're silly.” Adam said, moving over to press a frigid kiss against Kris's forehead. The coolness made Kris shiver, and he was so close to asking for another kiss when Adam walked away, still laughing.
Kris tickled out a melody on his guitar, a habit of his whenever he was annoyed.
He wished he could go back to only being frustrated by the heat.