Realization
Title: Realization
Author:brokenscreamx
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: R
Word Count: 969
Summary: And it hit him. It hit him like a ton of bricks had just fallen on him, out of nowhere.
Disclaimer: I don't own, never happened. Fake.
He stood off to the side, his body leaning against a pillar in the huge studio, he watched as Adam stood in front of a dressing table and mirror smiling and nodding as the photographer went over the clothing he was wearing. Kris bit down on his lip, he felt slightly out of place here and was only there because Adam had asked him to come with him, of course Kris agreed.
He watched as Adam changed jackets and nodded as the photographer pressed out any imperfections of his clothes. Adam looked over his direction and flashed him a smile and threw in a wink. Kris smiled; he could feel his cheeks becoming flushed as his eyes shifted towards the floor.
Kris’ eyes glanced back to Adam and the photographer wasn’t around, Adam picked up the flatiron and leaned in towards the mirror, his head was slightly cocked to the side as he pulled the black flatiron through his hair.
He suddenly realized that Adam Lambert was the most gorgeous person he had ever known; it wasn't just his physical beauty.
And it hit him. It hit him like a ton of bricks had just fallen on him, out of nowhere.
BAM.
He was in love with Adam Lambert.
He watched as Adam ran the hair straightener through his black hair, his left hand coming up and putting strands of hair in the right place, the blue streak more vibrant than he remembered. He pushed away from the wall and stalked over to Adam, he wrapped his hand around Adam's right wrist stopping him from putting his hair through the flatiron. Adam's eyebrows knitted together as the pads of Kris' fingers slightly moved up his hand and removed the flatiron from Adam's grasp. Adam straightened his back, Kris stepped towards Adam, his eyes looking up to Adam, his heart pounded deep inside his chest, blood rushed in his ears, his palms were sweating and shaking as he brought the straighten to Adam's hair.
He wasn't even sure if he was doing it right but Adam didn't say anything, he started on the other side, carefully not to burn Adam's skin. Kris swallowed the lump in his throat as he laid the flatiron down and brought his right hand up and put every strand into its perfect place. Adam stepped closer to Kris; Kris took a step back until his thighs hit the dressing table. Kris felt all the color from his face drain, Adam was so close, their bodies almost touching. Adam smelled faintly of fresh soap and cologne, it traveled through Kris' nostrils and hit his olfactory bulb and moved into his cerebral cortex. That was a smell he wanted etched into his gray matter.
Adam smirked as he reached around him and grabbed the hairspray and spritzed his pressed hair, Adam’s hand hit Kris’ thigh as he placed the hairspray back on the table, Kris wasn’t sure If that was intentional or not.
Kris twisted around and grabbed a make-up sponge, dabbed the end with foundation and turned back towards Adam, who had an amused look on his face, Kris swiped the sponge across Adam’s face, covering every freckle in sight. Kris would never admit this to Adam but Kris thought his freckles were his best feature. His eyebrows were drawn together, his mouth slightly opened; Adam could see the tip of Kris’ pink tongue through his parted lips. Kris discarded the sponge and grabbed the kohl liner, uncapping it; he grabbed Adam's face with his left hand as he drug the pencil across the bottom of Adam’s eye lids, carefully and precise. He capped the pencil and cocked his head to the left, taking a step back to look at his work so far.
As Kris placed the eyeliner back on the table, Adam’s hands were cupping his face and before Kris could register the fact that Adam's hands were on his face, Adam's lips were pressed to his. Kris' body stiffened and the more Adam kissed him, he relaxed and began moving his mouth against Adam's.
Kris was oblivious to the world around them, the only thing he could fathom was the fact that Adam’s hand was running through his hair, lightly tugging, a moan escaped from Adam’s throat, Kris’ cock twitched and his stomach muscles tightened. He could feel the heat radiating off of Adam, Kris couldn’t breathe, a whimper came from deep within Kris.
Kris felt on fire.
He was burning from head to toe.
Adam pulled away with a light smack of their lips; Kris stood there his mouth parted, his heart barely thumped and he didn’t think he had taken a breath during the entire kiss. He watched as the photographer came over to Adam, his mouth moved but Kris couldn’t comprehend the words, Adam nodded with a smile.
Adam brought his attention back to Kris, Kris was sure his eyes were still wide as saucers and his pupils still held traces of lust. Adam cupped his face as he leaned down and pecked Kris on the lips, he slipped an object into Kris’ hand and smiled as he moved behind Kris and leaned in toward the mirror and smudged his eyeliner, he stood up straight and whacked Kris on the ass and headed off towards the photoshoot’s back drop. Kris flipped the object in his hand, he turned it over.
A key card from the Hilton, he slipped the sleek card into his pocket as he looked towards Adam posing as the camera flashed, Adam winked towards Kris, he smiled to himself with a shake of his head. He turned and headed toward the exit to go to the hotel.
He just hoped that kiss didn’t end up on the internet; he would have a really hard time explaining that.
Author:brokenscreamx
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: R
Word Count: 969
Summary: And it hit him. It hit him like a ton of bricks had just fallen on him, out of nowhere.
Disclaimer: I don't own, never happened. Fake.
He stood off to the side, his body leaning against a pillar in the huge studio, he watched as Adam stood in front of a dressing table and mirror smiling and nodding as the photographer went over the clothing he was wearing. Kris bit down on his lip, he felt slightly out of place here and was only there because Adam had asked him to come with him, of course Kris agreed.
He watched as Adam changed jackets and nodded as the photographer pressed out any imperfections of his clothes. Adam looked over his direction and flashed him a smile and threw in a wink. Kris smiled; he could feel his cheeks becoming flushed as his eyes shifted towards the floor.
Kris’ eyes glanced back to Adam and the photographer wasn’t around, Adam picked up the flatiron and leaned in towards the mirror, his head was slightly cocked to the side as he pulled the black flatiron through his hair.
He suddenly realized that Adam Lambert was the most gorgeous person he had ever known; it wasn't just his physical beauty.
And it hit him. It hit him like a ton of bricks had just fallen on him, out of nowhere.
BAM.
He was in love with Adam Lambert.
He watched as Adam ran the hair straightener through his black hair, his left hand coming up and putting strands of hair in the right place, the blue streak more vibrant than he remembered. He pushed away from the wall and stalked over to Adam, he wrapped his hand around Adam's right wrist stopping him from putting his hair through the flatiron. Adam's eyebrows knitted together as the pads of Kris' fingers slightly moved up his hand and removed the flatiron from Adam's grasp. Adam straightened his back, Kris stepped towards Adam, his eyes looking up to Adam, his heart pounded deep inside his chest, blood rushed in his ears, his palms were sweating and shaking as he brought the straighten to Adam's hair.
He wasn't even sure if he was doing it right but Adam didn't say anything, he started on the other side, carefully not to burn Adam's skin. Kris swallowed the lump in his throat as he laid the flatiron down and brought his right hand up and put every strand into its perfect place. Adam stepped closer to Kris; Kris took a step back until his thighs hit the dressing table. Kris felt all the color from his face drain, Adam was so close, their bodies almost touching. Adam smelled faintly of fresh soap and cologne, it traveled through Kris' nostrils and hit his olfactory bulb and moved into his cerebral cortex. That was a smell he wanted etched into his gray matter.
Adam smirked as he reached around him and grabbed the hairspray and spritzed his pressed hair, Adam’s hand hit Kris’ thigh as he placed the hairspray back on the table, Kris wasn’t sure If that was intentional or not.
Kris twisted around and grabbed a make-up sponge, dabbed the end with foundation and turned back towards Adam, who had an amused look on his face, Kris swiped the sponge across Adam’s face, covering every freckle in sight. Kris would never admit this to Adam but Kris thought his freckles were his best feature. His eyebrows were drawn together, his mouth slightly opened; Adam could see the tip of Kris’ pink tongue through his parted lips. Kris discarded the sponge and grabbed the kohl liner, uncapping it; he grabbed Adam's face with his left hand as he drug the pencil across the bottom of Adam’s eye lids, carefully and precise. He capped the pencil and cocked his head to the left, taking a step back to look at his work so far.
As Kris placed the eyeliner back on the table, Adam’s hands were cupping his face and before Kris could register the fact that Adam's hands were on his face, Adam's lips were pressed to his. Kris' body stiffened and the more Adam kissed him, he relaxed and began moving his mouth against Adam's.
Kris was oblivious to the world around them, the only thing he could fathom was the fact that Adam’s hand was running through his hair, lightly tugging, a moan escaped from Adam’s throat, Kris’ cock twitched and his stomach muscles tightened. He could feel the heat radiating off of Adam, Kris couldn’t breathe, a whimper came from deep within Kris.
Kris felt on fire.
He was burning from head to toe.
Adam pulled away with a light smack of their lips; Kris stood there his mouth parted, his heart barely thumped and he didn’t think he had taken a breath during the entire kiss. He watched as the photographer came over to Adam, his mouth moved but Kris couldn’t comprehend the words, Adam nodded with a smile.
Adam brought his attention back to Kris, Kris was sure his eyes were still wide as saucers and his pupils still held traces of lust. Adam cupped his face as he leaned down and pecked Kris on the lips, he slipped an object into Kris’ hand and smiled as he moved behind Kris and leaned in toward the mirror and smudged his eyeliner, he stood up straight and whacked Kris on the ass and headed off towards the photoshoot’s back drop. Kris flipped the object in his hand, he turned it over.
A key card from the Hilton, he slipped the sleek card into his pocket as he looked towards Adam posing as the camera flashed, Adam winked towards Kris, he smiled to himself with a shake of his head. He turned and headed toward the exit to go to the hotel.
He just hoped that kiss didn’t end up on the internet; he would have a really hard time explaining that.