AI8 Fanfic: Come Together
Title: Come Together
Author: dark_orion
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: G. (I know. Sorry)
Summary: Kris' song choice on Top 4 night is inspired by how he and Adam met.
Author's Notes: This is an idea I had based on Kris' choice of song last night, considering how much it made my brain ping on KRADAM constantly, probably because I've always thought that the song had sort of a homoerotic undertone anyway, and put that with my warped mind, and here we go. Warning for sort of weird stream of consciousness thing, but I think it works with the subject. I hope. ^_^;
The first time Kris sees Adam, really sees him, not just as one of a hundred passing faces, but as an individual person, he thinks, (here come old flat top), knows for some reason that he can’t even explain to himself, that somehow his life is never going to be the same, because he’s never (he come grooving up slowly) seen anyone walk like that, like a predator, towards him, not even Katy, not even on their wedding night, or maybe more importantly, three months later when they were finally comfortable enough with one another to have sex with the lights on-but that’s not even close to relevant right now because Adam-and Kris only knows his name is Adam because he heard some other contestants talking about “that guy with that insane voice, you know, the one who’s-well, I heard” whispered “he’s gay”-is walking towards him with a look in his eye that Kris (he got ju ju eyeball) can’t even begin to describe, only he’s thinking God, he can’t know… I don’t even know the guy. He can’t know that I’m…
Kris tucks into himself slightly, stuck out in the open but trying to hide nonetheless, behind anything, behind his wedding band, which weighs heavily on his finger and he has to work hard not to touch like some sort of talisman to an easier sexuality, an easier life, behind his faith, because as his father has always (he one holy roller), always said, there are very few certain paths to hell, but this one, this one that he’s toeing down, checking the state and upkeep of the trail, is pretty much one of those his father and many of his church peers have identified as one-way.
And Kris has never been that tempted, really, mostly just curiosity, because, hey, everyone’s got questions about themselves, right, and it’s not a sin just to think about it from time to time, even if that time is right now, with what has to be the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen in his life practically prowling towards him, with-okay, not the (he got hair down to his knee) longest hair that Kris has ever seen, so no talk of corruption of the longhaired hippie variety, but certainly no one back home in Conway had hair that looked like that, and Kris can’t be anything but grateful for that fact, because if that particular hairstyle evoked this kind of visceral, desperately wanting response from him every time, his secret would no longer be secret, which kind of defeats the purpose of the thing.
But here Adam comes, and Kris can’t for the life of him figure out why, when Adam is so slinky and with the self-assured swagger and Kris is doing all that he can to pull his entire body inward and hide behind his own sternum, fingers clenched into fists inside the pockets of his jeans, tense and nervous, but also slightly excited, like he’s about to get into a fight, which makes no sense because he’s never been in a fight, not a physical one, and those that he’s been getting into recently with Katy don’t count because their not about hitting each other, not with fists, and anyway, she always seems to land the majority of the hard-hitters in any case.
Then suddenly Adam is right in front of him, and Kris has no idea what to say or do, if indeed there is anything he should say or do, because while his father would certainly tell him that he needs to turn heel and run, fast and far and never look back, something deep inside of Kris, small but growing, is telling him that he needs to say something, anything because someone like Adam wouldn’t come over without a reason, not to someone like Kris, which means maybe Adam knows and finally Kris will have someone that he can tell without feeling such overwhelming shame-his part-and disappointment-his family’s-if he could just open his mouth and-
“Hi,” Adam says, all hair and eyes and hips and smile, “I’m Adam.” Breath, like Adam has some reason to be nervous when Kris is enough for the both of them. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but would it be alright if I kissed you?”
Kris blinks, finally moving, trying to figure out what mangled the communication between his ear and his brain because obviously (got to be a joker, he just do what he please) there was something in that question that he hadn’t heard right, so he peeks around from where he’s hiding behind himself, just enough to say, because if nothing else, he needs clarity, “And there’s a right way to take that?” and God, he didn’t mean to say those exact words, because there’re so many different ways to take that sentence based on tone of voice, and Kris isn’t sure which one he used because he’s not enough out of hiding to be aware of such things-he only knows that he hopes that the meaning Adam took is the one least likely to make Kris’ father happy.
But fortunately Adam smiles wider, taking the returned question as the banter Kris isn’t entirely sure it was, and scuffs the ( he wear no shoeshine) toe of his boot against the short, bristly, stain-resistant, color-challenged carpet that all hotels seem to have, regardless of the number of stars posted under their names, digging the snakeskin tip (he got toe jam football) in a little further as a hand goes to the back of his neck and he glances back over his shoulder at some of the other contestants with whom Adam had been sitting earlier-and no, Kris hadn’t been watching because what kind of person would that make him (other than exactly the kind of person he is), he’d just been glancing that direction occasionally, towards the group that other contestants, ones who were maybe more secure in their heterosexuality-or maybe less, who knew-kept talking about as the group of, whispered, gays and other people who liked, whispered, gay people and who could possibly want to be with people like them, and okay, maybe they were less sexually secure than even Kris, because Kris may not be past a quarter-century yet, but even he knows the truth in “it takes one to know one.”
Adam gives what on Kris would look like the stink eye back to his previous group, but on Adam it looks like some elegant, sultry, eye-linered glare, while jerking an accusatory (he got monkey finger) thumb back in the group’s direction, then turning back to Kris and shrugging, ignoring the mocking yet still somehow kind-sounding laughter coming from the group’s direction, “I saw you over here, and I mentioned that I thought you were cute, and they dared me to do something about it.”
Kris’ eyebrow shoots up before he can help it, and he’s crawling out from his hiding place, not nearly as scared as he thinks he probably should be in the face of someone who is so comfortable with who he is that he’d walk up to a stranger and ask to kiss them just because people he’d met-probably-the day before dared him to, and Kris can’t help smiling just a little as he says, “You’d kiss some strange guy for a dare?”
Adam’s smile, which had grown uncertain around the edges, inches back towards merely confident and friendly-and Kris can’t understand why there’s no cockiness mixed in with that because surely Adam knows by now that Kris is eventually going to give in or else he would have bolted long before Adam finished his first sentence-and he cants his head slightly to the right, appearing somehow to wink at Kris without actually doing so, and says, “Honey, I’d kiss you for nothing, but those guys over there?” and again Adam jerks a thumb at the group, which has somehow gathered closer to Adam and Kris’ conversation without Kris having noticed them, the men and women (boys and girls, really) of the group, almost too comfortable together after only a day or so’s association, hovering and looking for all the world like they’re watching a movie, and Kris wouldn’t be surprised if popcorn and (he shoot Coca Cola) Idol-sponsored Coke products suddenly made an appearance in the rapt audience. “Those guys are going to rag on me relentlessly if I don’t put my money where my mouth is-I guess sort of literally in this case,” Adam adds as Kris snorts in amusement, “and actually do something about it. I guess the solution in the long term is to install some sort of filter so that I don’t actually say everything I think, but for the moment” (he say I know you, you know me) “you think you could help me out, here?”
Kris laughs, feeling lighter than he has for what seems like months, and nods, “Sure,” hand going to the back of Adam’s neck, and he can’t believe he’s doing this-he feels more terrified and more elated than he did after “you may now kiss the bride,” which is the only thing that he could remotely liken this to, and God, he’s doing this in public where anyone can see, but just for once, he allows himself not to care.
“I’m Kris, by the way,” he says, mouth inches away from Adam’s, and it’s an interesting feeling having to rise up on his toes in order to kiss someone, because even though Kris is no stranger to being shorter than, well, everyone, he’s never had the call to kiss someone this much taller than him, and as much as he thinks he shouldn’t, he finds it exciting.
“Nice to meet you,” Adam breathes against Kris’ lips before the distance is closed, and…
(One thing I can tell you is you got to be free…)
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First Kradam fic ever, and out of the gate I just have to experiment with stream of consciousness writing, which has never really been my thing. But, ha! Done before the show airs tonight! Let me know how it worked! As always, comments = love.
Author: dark_orion
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: G. (I know. Sorry)
Summary: Kris' song choice on Top 4 night is inspired by how he and Adam met.
Author's Notes: This is an idea I had based on Kris' choice of song last night, considering how much it made my brain ping on KRADAM constantly, probably because I've always thought that the song had sort of a homoerotic undertone anyway, and put that with my warped mind, and here we go. Warning for sort of weird stream of consciousness thing, but I think it works with the subject. I hope. ^_^;
The first time Kris sees Adam, really sees him, not just as one of a hundred passing faces, but as an individual person, he thinks, (here come old flat top), knows for some reason that he can’t even explain to himself, that somehow his life is never going to be the same, because he’s never (he come grooving up slowly) seen anyone walk like that, like a predator, towards him, not even Katy, not even on their wedding night, or maybe more importantly, three months later when they were finally comfortable enough with one another to have sex with the lights on-but that’s not even close to relevant right now because Adam-and Kris only knows his name is Adam because he heard some other contestants talking about “that guy with that insane voice, you know, the one who’s-well, I heard” whispered “he’s gay”-is walking towards him with a look in his eye that Kris (he got ju ju eyeball) can’t even begin to describe, only he’s thinking God, he can’t know… I don’t even know the guy. He can’t know that I’m…
Kris tucks into himself slightly, stuck out in the open but trying to hide nonetheless, behind anything, behind his wedding band, which weighs heavily on his finger and he has to work hard not to touch like some sort of talisman to an easier sexuality, an easier life, behind his faith, because as his father has always (he one holy roller), always said, there are very few certain paths to hell, but this one, this one that he’s toeing down, checking the state and upkeep of the trail, is pretty much one of those his father and many of his church peers have identified as one-way.
And Kris has never been that tempted, really, mostly just curiosity, because, hey, everyone’s got questions about themselves, right, and it’s not a sin just to think about it from time to time, even if that time is right now, with what has to be the most gorgeous person he’s ever seen in his life practically prowling towards him, with-okay, not the (he got hair down to his knee) longest hair that Kris has ever seen, so no talk of corruption of the longhaired hippie variety, but certainly no one back home in Conway had hair that looked like that, and Kris can’t be anything but grateful for that fact, because if that particular hairstyle evoked this kind of visceral, desperately wanting response from him every time, his secret would no longer be secret, which kind of defeats the purpose of the thing.
But here Adam comes, and Kris can’t for the life of him figure out why, when Adam is so slinky and with the self-assured swagger and Kris is doing all that he can to pull his entire body inward and hide behind his own sternum, fingers clenched into fists inside the pockets of his jeans, tense and nervous, but also slightly excited, like he’s about to get into a fight, which makes no sense because he’s never been in a fight, not a physical one, and those that he’s been getting into recently with Katy don’t count because their not about hitting each other, not with fists, and anyway, she always seems to land the majority of the hard-hitters in any case.
Then suddenly Adam is right in front of him, and Kris has no idea what to say or do, if indeed there is anything he should say or do, because while his father would certainly tell him that he needs to turn heel and run, fast and far and never look back, something deep inside of Kris, small but growing, is telling him that he needs to say something, anything because someone like Adam wouldn’t come over without a reason, not to someone like Kris, which means maybe Adam knows and finally Kris will have someone that he can tell without feeling such overwhelming shame-his part-and disappointment-his family’s-if he could just open his mouth and-
“Hi,” Adam says, all hair and eyes and hips and smile, “I’m Adam.” Breath, like Adam has some reason to be nervous when Kris is enough for the both of them. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but would it be alright if I kissed you?”
Kris blinks, finally moving, trying to figure out what mangled the communication between his ear and his brain because obviously (got to be a joker, he just do what he please) there was something in that question that he hadn’t heard right, so he peeks around from where he’s hiding behind himself, just enough to say, because if nothing else, he needs clarity, “And there’s a right way to take that?” and God, he didn’t mean to say those exact words, because there’re so many different ways to take that sentence based on tone of voice, and Kris isn’t sure which one he used because he’s not enough out of hiding to be aware of such things-he only knows that he hopes that the meaning Adam took is the one least likely to make Kris’ father happy.
But fortunately Adam smiles wider, taking the returned question as the banter Kris isn’t entirely sure it was, and scuffs the ( he wear no shoeshine) toe of his boot against the short, bristly, stain-resistant, color-challenged carpet that all hotels seem to have, regardless of the number of stars posted under their names, digging the snakeskin tip (he got toe jam football) in a little further as a hand goes to the back of his neck and he glances back over his shoulder at some of the other contestants with whom Adam had been sitting earlier-and no, Kris hadn’t been watching because what kind of person would that make him (other than exactly the kind of person he is), he’d just been glancing that direction occasionally, towards the group that other contestants, ones who were maybe more secure in their heterosexuality-or maybe less, who knew-kept talking about as the group of, whispered, gays and other people who liked, whispered, gay people and who could possibly want to be with people like them, and okay, maybe they were less sexually secure than even Kris, because Kris may not be past a quarter-century yet, but even he knows the truth in “it takes one to know one.”
Adam gives what on Kris would look like the stink eye back to his previous group, but on Adam it looks like some elegant, sultry, eye-linered glare, while jerking an accusatory (he got monkey finger) thumb back in the group’s direction, then turning back to Kris and shrugging, ignoring the mocking yet still somehow kind-sounding laughter coming from the group’s direction, “I saw you over here, and I mentioned that I thought you were cute, and they dared me to do something about it.”
Kris’ eyebrow shoots up before he can help it, and he’s crawling out from his hiding place, not nearly as scared as he thinks he probably should be in the face of someone who is so comfortable with who he is that he’d walk up to a stranger and ask to kiss them just because people he’d met-probably-the day before dared him to, and Kris can’t help smiling just a little as he says, “You’d kiss some strange guy for a dare?”
Adam’s smile, which had grown uncertain around the edges, inches back towards merely confident and friendly-and Kris can’t understand why there’s no cockiness mixed in with that because surely Adam knows by now that Kris is eventually going to give in or else he would have bolted long before Adam finished his first sentence-and he cants his head slightly to the right, appearing somehow to wink at Kris without actually doing so, and says, “Honey, I’d kiss you for nothing, but those guys over there?” and again Adam jerks a thumb at the group, which has somehow gathered closer to Adam and Kris’ conversation without Kris having noticed them, the men and women (boys and girls, really) of the group, almost too comfortable together after only a day or so’s association, hovering and looking for all the world like they’re watching a movie, and Kris wouldn’t be surprised if popcorn and (he shoot Coca Cola) Idol-sponsored Coke products suddenly made an appearance in the rapt audience. “Those guys are going to rag on me relentlessly if I don’t put my money where my mouth is-I guess sort of literally in this case,” Adam adds as Kris snorts in amusement, “and actually do something about it. I guess the solution in the long term is to install some sort of filter so that I don’t actually say everything I think, but for the moment” (he say I know you, you know me) “you think you could help me out, here?”
Kris laughs, feeling lighter than he has for what seems like months, and nods, “Sure,” hand going to the back of Adam’s neck, and he can’t believe he’s doing this-he feels more terrified and more elated than he did after “you may now kiss the bride,” which is the only thing that he could remotely liken this to, and God, he’s doing this in public where anyone can see, but just for once, he allows himself not to care.
“I’m Kris, by the way,” he says, mouth inches away from Adam’s, and it’s an interesting feeling having to rise up on his toes in order to kiss someone, because even though Kris is no stranger to being shorter than, well, everyone, he’s never had the call to kiss someone this much taller than him, and as much as he thinks he shouldn’t, he finds it exciting.
“Nice to meet you,” Adam breathes against Kris’ lips before the distance is closed, and…
(One thing I can tell you is you got to be free…)
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First Kradam fic ever, and out of the gate I just have to experiment with stream of consciousness writing, which has never really been my thing. But, ha! Done before the show airs tonight! Let me know how it worked! As always, comments = love.