Wouldn't It Be Nice
Title: Wouldn't It Be Nice
Author onlysparrows
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Don't own, never said I did!
Summary/AN: Ice cream. Melting.
So I've never really written anything like this before. Not my usual kind of subject! But you never know what you're gonna get with prompts, and this is what I came up with. Tell me what you think! And, of course, any criticism is totally welcomed and appreciated. <3
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The Summer heat is starting to become less of a nice climate to spend an afternoon in, and more of a sweltering oven type of thing that everyone seems to want to avoid. Kris, however, has never been affected by the heat, and even though his housemates find it really quite freaky how he can lay outside in the sun for an hour without having to drown himself in ice water afterwards, he shrugs it off and spends a good deal of his minimal free time out on the deck, where he can be alone with his thoughts for a while. He personally loves the heat, it makes him feel open, drowsy. And occasionally he will have company, which he enjoys, because it's always nice to relax with a friend on a Summer day.
Today is one of those days, he learns, as the sound of the glass door sliding open fills the yard, and he shields his eyes from the sun to see who's joining him. Adam steps out, slides the door closed, and walks over to where Kris is sitting with his feet dangling into the pool, mega-watt smiles suddenly lighting both of their faces.
Adam kicks off his blue sandals and sits down right next to Kris, slips his feet into the water and leans back, sighing luxuriously, the sun beaming on his face. His eyes slip closed Kris can't help but watch him for those few seconds of invisibility, almond eyes skimming over Adam's strong body, up his legs, running up his torso and resting on his face and shoulders. The grey tank top that Adam is wearing has exposed thousands upon thousands of freckles that are littering - no, starring - all up his arms, shoulders, neck and face. Kris has never seen them this close, and he immediately decides that he loves them, and that he wouldn't mind it at all if Adam never covered his arms again.
Kris looks away instantly as Adam's eyes flutter open, and he reaches beside him, picking up the ice cream sandwich he's almost forgotten about, and unwraps it, his face squinting irritatedly when he discovers that it's all but melted.
He picks it up as best he can, holds it up with one hand and holds the wrapper with the other, licking it clean. He smiles at the taste and takes the last bit on his tongue. It's not until he sets the paper down and wipes his ice-creamy hands on his board shorts that he notices that a certain pair of ice blue eyes have been fixed on him, and his little ice-cream show, all along.
He blushes and smiles, showing that he's embarrassed by Adam's strong gaze, but the older man doesn't relent. He just lifts up the corner of his lip slightly, evidently highly entertained by this little display, and wills Kris to continue.
Shrugging, Kris takes the sandwich and licks, one big, strong trail around the sides of the bar, in between the cookies, collecting all the excess ice cream that's melted there. He laughs embarrassedly as he swallows it, and Adam's definitely still engrossed in this show, but Kris finds himself starting to not mind his audience, even finding a bit of a thrill from the whole thing.
He continues with the bar, taking alternating small and large bites of it, his feet kicking gently into the crystal blue water. Adam watches, his body pulled forward a little, as Kris eats, not saying a thing.
He goes on with the ice cream, licking off the melted vanilla as it gradually drips down onto his fingers and around the edges, until finally he has come to the last bit, a small piece, as big as a gumball, and he looks at Adam, who's eyes are practically dancing right now, and Kris subconsciously licks his lips.
They hold the gaze for a while, and when Kris feels the ice cream start to run down his fingers, he turns, but Adam immediately grabs his wrist gently, smirks at him, and without a sound, pulls Kris' hand up to his own lips and slips the last taste into his mouth, chewing with a sly look, swallowing with purpose. Kris can't speak as Adam slowly and torturously takes each of Kris' fingers into his mouth, sucking on each one leisurely, coolly, the melted cream sliding down his throat, humming around the digits, and when he's done he sets Kris's hand back over his lap and smiles this easy smile, and Kris can still do nothing but gape, his pulse throbbing through his body.
"Maybe I'll have an ice-cream next time," Adam says deviously, simply, like he's discussing the weather. "Personally, I like popsicles."
Author onlysparrows
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: M
Disclaimer: Don't own, never said I did!
Summary/AN: Ice cream. Melting.
So I've never really written anything like this before. Not my usual kind of subject! But you never know what you're gonna get with prompts, and this is what I came up with. Tell me what you think! And, of course, any criticism is totally welcomed and appreciated. <3
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The Summer heat is starting to become less of a nice climate to spend an afternoon in, and more of a sweltering oven type of thing that everyone seems to want to avoid. Kris, however, has never been affected by the heat, and even though his housemates find it really quite freaky how he can lay outside in the sun for an hour without having to drown himself in ice water afterwards, he shrugs it off and spends a good deal of his minimal free time out on the deck, where he can be alone with his thoughts for a while. He personally loves the heat, it makes him feel open, drowsy. And occasionally he will have company, which he enjoys, because it's always nice to relax with a friend on a Summer day.
Today is one of those days, he learns, as the sound of the glass door sliding open fills the yard, and he shields his eyes from the sun to see who's joining him. Adam steps out, slides the door closed, and walks over to where Kris is sitting with his feet dangling into the pool, mega-watt smiles suddenly lighting both of their faces.
Adam kicks off his blue sandals and sits down right next to Kris, slips his feet into the water and leans back, sighing luxuriously, the sun beaming on his face. His eyes slip closed Kris can't help but watch him for those few seconds of invisibility, almond eyes skimming over Adam's strong body, up his legs, running up his torso and resting on his face and shoulders. The grey tank top that Adam is wearing has exposed thousands upon thousands of freckles that are littering - no, starring - all up his arms, shoulders, neck and face. Kris has never seen them this close, and he immediately decides that he loves them, and that he wouldn't mind it at all if Adam never covered his arms again.
Kris looks away instantly as Adam's eyes flutter open, and he reaches beside him, picking up the ice cream sandwich he's almost forgotten about, and unwraps it, his face squinting irritatedly when he discovers that it's all but melted.
He picks it up as best he can, holds it up with one hand and holds the wrapper with the other, licking it clean. He smiles at the taste and takes the last bit on his tongue. It's not until he sets the paper down and wipes his ice-creamy hands on his board shorts that he notices that a certain pair of ice blue eyes have been fixed on him, and his little ice-cream show, all along.
He blushes and smiles, showing that he's embarrassed by Adam's strong gaze, but the older man doesn't relent. He just lifts up the corner of his lip slightly, evidently highly entertained by this little display, and wills Kris to continue.
Shrugging, Kris takes the sandwich and licks, one big, strong trail around the sides of the bar, in between the cookies, collecting all the excess ice cream that's melted there. He laughs embarrassedly as he swallows it, and Adam's definitely still engrossed in this show, but Kris finds himself starting to not mind his audience, even finding a bit of a thrill from the whole thing.
He continues with the bar, taking alternating small and large bites of it, his feet kicking gently into the crystal blue water. Adam watches, his body pulled forward a little, as Kris eats, not saying a thing.
He goes on with the ice cream, licking off the melted vanilla as it gradually drips down onto his fingers and around the edges, until finally he has come to the last bit, a small piece, as big as a gumball, and he looks at Adam, who's eyes are practically dancing right now, and Kris subconsciously licks his lips.
They hold the gaze for a while, and when Kris feels the ice cream start to run down his fingers, he turns, but Adam immediately grabs his wrist gently, smirks at him, and without a sound, pulls Kris' hand up to his own lips and slips the last taste into his mouth, chewing with a sly look, swallowing with purpose. Kris can't speak as Adam slowly and torturously takes each of Kris' fingers into his mouth, sucking on each one leisurely, coolly, the melted cream sliding down his throat, humming around the digits, and when he's done he sets Kris's hand back over his lap and smiles this easy smile, and Kris can still do nothing but gape, his pulse throbbing through his body.
"Maybe I'll have an ice-cream next time," Adam says deviously, simply, like he's discussing the weather. "Personally, I like popsicles."