Bare // Finale Bets
Title: Finale Bets
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG
Words: 1,685
Pairing: Peter/Jason
Summary: Peter and Jason watch the American Idol season finale.
Spoilers: For the Idol finale, if you've still somehow managed to avoid knowing the winner.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“I can’t believe the season is over after tonight,” Peter said. He was curled up in a ball on Jason’s bed, a bowl of popcorn sitting in his lap.
“I can’t believe this show is eight years old,” Jason replied, his arm draped around the other boy’s shoulders. Peter’s head was positioned in the perfect spot on Jason’s chest, like he was a stubborn puzzle piece that had finally found the right place.
The television was set to Fox, the Seinfeld credits rolling before the long awaited American Idol season finale. Upon Jason’s request, the volume was kept low, just in case Zack or Alan walked by or knocked to say hello. Peter didn’t care. He loved talking to Diane and Nadia about the results on Thursdays before English class and he knew for a fact that Matt had voted religiously for Carrie Underwood in season four.
“Do we even need to watch the whole thing?” Jason reached his hand into the bowl on Peter’s lap. “Nothing exciting is going to happen until the last two minutes anyway.”
“Do you really have anything better to do?” Peter asked. He wanted to know the results just as much as the next fan, but he really liked watching other famous bands perform beforehand. “It’s the end of the semester and there’s nothing wrong with getting Senioritis junior year.”
“We could just make out until 9:57,” he suggested. “And if that gets boring we could…”
“Just watch the show, Jase,” Peter laughed off Jason’s suggestion. “There’s all the time in the world for that after 10:00.”
Jason sighed. “Let’s make a bet.”
“About?”
“The winner.”
“Okay, but I don’t know why you’d do that.” An air of smugness set in Peter’s voice. “Adam clearly has it in the bag.”
“You just like him because he was in that stupid musical you like,” Jason retorted.
“That is not entirely true!” Peter’s tone was defensive.
“Oh, right. You also like him because he’s hot.”
Peter blushed, his cheeks as red as the blanket on Jason’s bed. “I like his voice.”
Jason didn’t say anything; he just gave the dark-haired boy one of those looks.
Peter shrugged, smiling a little. “I guess I do have a thing for boys with blue eyes.”
“I thought you might,” the blond boy replied with a grin. He nuzzled into Peter’s cheeks until the other boy obliged his request. Peter turned to meet Jason’s lips. Just as Jason began to push further, his hand finding a place on Peter’s back, the dark-haired boy pulled away, his eyes darting to the TV. The familiar sound of the American Idol theme filled the room and Peter watched excitedly.
“Why did you stop?”
“It’s starting!” Excitement filled his voice and his eyes never left the screen to answer Jason.
“Do you think Ryan Seacrest is cute too?”
“Shut up!” Peter stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, chewing quite angrily. Jason snickered. “Come on, he’s not even my type. I mean…”
“Oh and Adam is?” the blond retorted.
“Well,” he paused, choosing his words carefully. “He’s… well, just because I think he’s attractive doesn’t mean I want to date him. But Ryan Seacrest, how could you…”
“Relax,” Jason replied, unable to hide his laughter. “I was kidding. The only person that finds him attractive is Bikini Girl.”
Peter laughed, snuggling back into Jason. He always got defensive about false accusations of celebrity crushes.
“You still want to bet?” Jason asked, waiting for the first commercial break. Peter always ignored his questions and comments that came during the show. He learned quickly to wait until commercials.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, if Kris wins…”
“You’re rooting for Kris?” Peter’s eyes went wide. Sure, he thought Kris was talented, but the idea of anyone cheering for someone other than Adam Lambert was a little mind-blowing.
“Kris has been my favorite all season.”
“But I thought you liked Adam.”
“I do. But I like Kris better.” Looking over at Peter, Jason noticed his arms were cross and he was scowling.
“You’re acting like I cheated on you or something.”
“It almost feels that way.”
“Oh God, Peter,” he shoved him playfully, a little bit of the popcorn spilling out of the bowl and onto the bed. “If Kris wins, you have to wake up early every Saturday for the rest of the semester to buy me McDonald’s breakfast.”
Peter laughed. Jason’s favorite food was the Egg McMuffin, but they never seemed to be awake early enough to catch breakfast. “Okay. But if Adam wins, you have to come see the summer tour with me.”
“You mean like this show in concert?”
Peter nodded enthusiastically. “You’d get to see Kris, even though he’s going to lose.”
“Hah, right.”
“Please?” He sat up, eyes wide as his hand gripped Jason’s. “It’s three days before my birthday and it would be the…”
“Fine!” Jason never could say no to Peter’s puppy dog eyes.
Peter smiled, leaning back into Jason.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Jason warned. “He might not win.”
“You know Nadia voted 300 times for him, right?”
“Well, I voted 460 times for Kris.”
“But you said you didn’t like the show enough to care about voting.”
Jason turned a dark shade of crimson. “I have unlimited texting, so I thought why not.” His voice was quiet. “Look, Keith Urban.” He pointed towards the TV, trying to drag Peter’s attention away from his accidental voting confession. “Catchy song.”
“Do you wanna kiss a girl, Jase?” Peter grinned playfully.
“Nope,” he replied. “Just you.” He pushed his lips against Peter’s cheek, trying to press for more.
“Wait for a commercial,” Peter said, shaking Jason off.
“You take this way too seriously, you know.”
“I’m all yours next commercial.”
“I’ll hold you to that promise.”
The show continued with celebrity performance, commercial make out sessions, and the occasional snarky commentary from either of the boys.
“Can we just get to an Adam performance already?” Peter complained. “The show is practically over.”
“Hold tight,” Jason rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. “Maybe they’re saving the best for last.”
“Well, clearly.” Peter sighed, his boredom obvious as he stared at the screen. “Oh, look here he comes!”
Both boys stared at the screen, clearly in awe.
“Wow,” they both said at the same time, but they were wow-ing at two very different things.
“I can’t believe Kiss is on American Idol!” Jason said excitedly.
“Would you still date me if I dressed like that?”
“With those… shoulder things?” Jason was at a lack for words for armor-like structures on Adam Lambert’s arms.
“Yeah.”
“Only if you wore those boots with them.”
Peter giggled. “Remember when I used to be taller than you? In like 8th grade?”
“Yeah,” Jason laughed. “And now you’re short.”
“Five-ten is not short,” Peter stated adamantly. “It’s average.”
“Right. Of course.”
“Sorry we all can’t be six-two Amazons.”
They looked at each other, both laughing hysterically until their lips met. It didn’t last long enough for Jason, but he was just happy Peter let him kiss him during the Golden Idol Awards instead of making him wait until a commercial.
“I think I’d like the results show better if it was 15 minutes long.” Jason was getting sick of the never-ending commercial breaks.
“How would that work?”
“Adam sings, commercial, Kris sings, commercial, announce the winner, and the winner sings. Bam, done.”
“That takes away all the suspense and excitement.”
“I’m impatient. You should know that by now.” He slid his arm around Peter’s waist, pulling the boy closer.
Peter half obliged Jason’s request by snuggling in a little closer, but he positioned his head in a spot where Jason couldn’t possibly distract him during the last few, tense moments of the finale.
“Finally!” Jason sat up on the bed, moving his arm from around Peter’s waist to clasp his hands in front of him.
Finished with the popcorn, Peter leaned over and placed the bowl on the floor. Jason would have had a fit if any of the uneaten kernels fell onto his bed. He took Jason’s pillow and held it close, ready to bury his face in the soft gray fabric should the inevitable happen.
“And the winner is,” Ryan Seacrest’s voice announced from the TV. The two boys nervously watched him tear the envelope and prepare to read the winner. Another brief moment of tension and then, “KRIS ALLEN!”
“AAAHHH!!” Jason squealed, his voice reaching the decibel level once only accomplished by 12 year-old Jonas Brothers fangirls, and jumped up, launching himself into the air before landing back on the bed. “Oh my God!”
Peter couldn’t even begin to be upset about his devastating loss after Jason’s bizarre expression of victory. He burst into laughter, burying his face into the pillow for an entirely different reason than he had originally planned. “I didn’t realize you liked him that much. Almost as much as I liked Adam.”
“What?” Jason turned to Peter, out of his trance. The gentle voice of Kris Allen crooning his new single “No Boundaries” faded into the background.
“You screamed like a little girl when Ryan announced his name,” Peter explained. “Are you really that big of a closet-Idol fan?”
Jason flushed, much deeper than before. “He just won me free McDonalds for, like, a month. Why would I not be excited?”
Peter just stared. “I think you are the most ridiculous person I know.”
Jason scooted closer, a smile curving on his lips. “But that’s one of the reasons you love me, right?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the only one.” Peter leaned in closer, his lips meeting Jason’s gently. Jason pulled away too soon, just as Peter had been doing to him throughout the entire Idol finale.
“What’s the other one then?”
“I told you I had a thing for boys with blue eyes.”
Jason smiled, his eyelids closing over his bright blue eyes, eyelashes brushing across Peter’s cheek as he kissed him again.
And this time, there was no TV show or compliment that could possibly end the kiss too soon.
Author: Sarah
Rating: PG
Words: 1,685
Pairing: Peter/Jason
Summary: Peter and Jason watch the American Idol season finale.
Spoilers: For the Idol finale, if you've still somehow managed to avoid knowing the winner.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
“I can’t believe the season is over after tonight,” Peter said. He was curled up in a ball on Jason’s bed, a bowl of popcorn sitting in his lap.
“I can’t believe this show is eight years old,” Jason replied, his arm draped around the other boy’s shoulders. Peter’s head was positioned in the perfect spot on Jason’s chest, like he was a stubborn puzzle piece that had finally found the right place.
The television was set to Fox, the Seinfeld credits rolling before the long awaited American Idol season finale. Upon Jason’s request, the volume was kept low, just in case Zack or Alan walked by or knocked to say hello. Peter didn’t care. He loved talking to Diane and Nadia about the results on Thursdays before English class and he knew for a fact that Matt had voted religiously for Carrie Underwood in season four.
“Do we even need to watch the whole thing?” Jason reached his hand into the bowl on Peter’s lap. “Nothing exciting is going to happen until the last two minutes anyway.”
“Do you really have anything better to do?” Peter asked. He wanted to know the results just as much as the next fan, but he really liked watching other famous bands perform beforehand. “It’s the end of the semester and there’s nothing wrong with getting Senioritis junior year.”
“We could just make out until 9:57,” he suggested. “And if that gets boring we could…”
“Just watch the show, Jase,” Peter laughed off Jason’s suggestion. “There’s all the time in the world for that after 10:00.”
Jason sighed. “Let’s make a bet.”
“About?”
“The winner.”
“Okay, but I don’t know why you’d do that.” An air of smugness set in Peter’s voice. “Adam clearly has it in the bag.”
“You just like him because he was in that stupid musical you like,” Jason retorted.
“That is not entirely true!” Peter’s tone was defensive.
“Oh, right. You also like him because he’s hot.”
Peter blushed, his cheeks as red as the blanket on Jason’s bed. “I like his voice.”
Jason didn’t say anything; he just gave the dark-haired boy one of those looks.
Peter shrugged, smiling a little. “I guess I do have a thing for boys with blue eyes.”
“I thought you might,” the blond boy replied with a grin. He nuzzled into Peter’s cheeks until the other boy obliged his request. Peter turned to meet Jason’s lips. Just as Jason began to push further, his hand finding a place on Peter’s back, the dark-haired boy pulled away, his eyes darting to the TV. The familiar sound of the American Idol theme filled the room and Peter watched excitedly.
“Why did you stop?”
“It’s starting!” Excitement filled his voice and his eyes never left the screen to answer Jason.
“Do you think Ryan Seacrest is cute too?”
“Shut up!” Peter stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth, chewing quite angrily. Jason snickered. “Come on, he’s not even my type. I mean…”
“Oh and Adam is?” the blond retorted.
“Well,” he paused, choosing his words carefully. “He’s… well, just because I think he’s attractive doesn’t mean I want to date him. But Ryan Seacrest, how could you…”
“Relax,” Jason replied, unable to hide his laughter. “I was kidding. The only person that finds him attractive is Bikini Girl.”
Peter laughed, snuggling back into Jason. He always got defensive about false accusations of celebrity crushes.
“You still want to bet?” Jason asked, waiting for the first commercial break. Peter always ignored his questions and comments that came during the show. He learned quickly to wait until commercials.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, if Kris wins…”
“You’re rooting for Kris?” Peter’s eyes went wide. Sure, he thought Kris was talented, but the idea of anyone cheering for someone other than Adam Lambert was a little mind-blowing.
“Kris has been my favorite all season.”
“But I thought you liked Adam.”
“I do. But I like Kris better.” Looking over at Peter, Jason noticed his arms were cross and he was scowling.
“You’re acting like I cheated on you or something.”
“It almost feels that way.”
“Oh God, Peter,” he shoved him playfully, a little bit of the popcorn spilling out of the bowl and onto the bed. “If Kris wins, you have to wake up early every Saturday for the rest of the semester to buy me McDonald’s breakfast.”
Peter laughed. Jason’s favorite food was the Egg McMuffin, but they never seemed to be awake early enough to catch breakfast. “Okay. But if Adam wins, you have to come see the summer tour with me.”
“You mean like this show in concert?”
Peter nodded enthusiastically. “You’d get to see Kris, even though he’s going to lose.”
“Hah, right.”
“Please?” He sat up, eyes wide as his hand gripped Jason’s. “It’s three days before my birthday and it would be the…”
“Fine!” Jason never could say no to Peter’s puppy dog eyes.
Peter smiled, leaning back into Jason.
“Don’t get your hopes up,” Jason warned. “He might not win.”
“You know Nadia voted 300 times for him, right?”
“Well, I voted 460 times for Kris.”
“But you said you didn’t like the show enough to care about voting.”
Jason turned a dark shade of crimson. “I have unlimited texting, so I thought why not.” His voice was quiet. “Look, Keith Urban.” He pointed towards the TV, trying to drag Peter’s attention away from his accidental voting confession. “Catchy song.”
“Do you wanna kiss a girl, Jase?” Peter grinned playfully.
“Nope,” he replied. “Just you.” He pushed his lips against Peter’s cheek, trying to press for more.
“Wait for a commercial,” Peter said, shaking Jason off.
“You take this way too seriously, you know.”
“I’m all yours next commercial.”
“I’ll hold you to that promise.”
The show continued with celebrity performance, commercial make out sessions, and the occasional snarky commentary from either of the boys.
“Can we just get to an Adam performance already?” Peter complained. “The show is practically over.”
“Hold tight,” Jason rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. “Maybe they’re saving the best for last.”
“Well, clearly.” Peter sighed, his boredom obvious as he stared at the screen. “Oh, look here he comes!”
Both boys stared at the screen, clearly in awe.
“Wow,” they both said at the same time, but they were wow-ing at two very different things.
“I can’t believe Kiss is on American Idol!” Jason said excitedly.
“Would you still date me if I dressed like that?”
“With those… shoulder things?” Jason was at a lack for words for armor-like structures on Adam Lambert’s arms.
“Yeah.”
“Only if you wore those boots with them.”
Peter giggled. “Remember when I used to be taller than you? In like 8th grade?”
“Yeah,” Jason laughed. “And now you’re short.”
“Five-ten is not short,” Peter stated adamantly. “It’s average.”
“Right. Of course.”
“Sorry we all can’t be six-two Amazons.”
They looked at each other, both laughing hysterically until their lips met. It didn’t last long enough for Jason, but he was just happy Peter let him kiss him during the Golden Idol Awards instead of making him wait until a commercial.
“I think I’d like the results show better if it was 15 minutes long.” Jason was getting sick of the never-ending commercial breaks.
“How would that work?”
“Adam sings, commercial, Kris sings, commercial, announce the winner, and the winner sings. Bam, done.”
“That takes away all the suspense and excitement.”
“I’m impatient. You should know that by now.” He slid his arm around Peter’s waist, pulling the boy closer.
Peter half obliged Jason’s request by snuggling in a little closer, but he positioned his head in a spot where Jason couldn’t possibly distract him during the last few, tense moments of the finale.
“Finally!” Jason sat up on the bed, moving his arm from around Peter’s waist to clasp his hands in front of him.
Finished with the popcorn, Peter leaned over and placed the bowl on the floor. Jason would have had a fit if any of the uneaten kernels fell onto his bed. He took Jason’s pillow and held it close, ready to bury his face in the soft gray fabric should the inevitable happen.
“And the winner is,” Ryan Seacrest’s voice announced from the TV. The two boys nervously watched him tear the envelope and prepare to read the winner. Another brief moment of tension and then, “KRIS ALLEN!”
“AAAHHH!!” Jason squealed, his voice reaching the decibel level once only accomplished by 12 year-old Jonas Brothers fangirls, and jumped up, launching himself into the air before landing back on the bed. “Oh my God!”
Peter couldn’t even begin to be upset about his devastating loss after Jason’s bizarre expression of victory. He burst into laughter, burying his face into the pillow for an entirely different reason than he had originally planned. “I didn’t realize you liked him that much. Almost as much as I liked Adam.”
“What?” Jason turned to Peter, out of his trance. The gentle voice of Kris Allen crooning his new single “No Boundaries” faded into the background.
“You screamed like a little girl when Ryan announced his name,” Peter explained. “Are you really that big of a closet-Idol fan?”
Jason flushed, much deeper than before. “He just won me free McDonalds for, like, a month. Why would I not be excited?”
Peter just stared. “I think you are the most ridiculous person I know.”
Jason scooted closer, a smile curving on his lips. “But that’s one of the reasons you love me, right?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the only one.” Peter leaned in closer, his lips meeting Jason’s gently. Jason pulled away too soon, just as Peter had been doing to him throughout the entire Idol finale.
“What’s the other one then?”
“I told you I had a thing for boys with blue eyes.”
Jason smiled, his eyelids closing over his bright blue eyes, eyelashes brushing across Peter’s cheek as he kissed him again.
And this time, there was no TV show or compliment that could possibly end the kiss too soon.