Tightly Knit - Kradam - NC17
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Kris’s bedroom is tiny, but he has a nice-sized bed and the small window set high in the wall makes it look cozy and intimate.
"My grandma's old room is bigger, but… uhm… I got used to sleeping in here," Kris says, with half a shrug, obviously embarrassed.
"I live in a dorm room," Adam says. "This is huge in comparison."
Kris shots him a quick look and smiles as he pulls the comforter off the bed. Adam's impressed he bothered to make the bed when there's a door that closes. He doesn't bother making his bed half the time and it's visible from all angles of his room. It drives Matt insane, for some reason he's very anal about making the bed up right.
"So…" Kris says, dragging the word out and looking at Adam through his lashes. "I showed you mine."
Adam laughs, leaning back against the door and sliding his hands down to his zipper. He's still hard, but not quite as urgently so as a few minutes ago. The way Kris keeps glancing at him, cock already at half mast again, doesn't exactly make him wilt though.
He makes a show out of it, popping the button one handed and dragging the zipper down slowly. When he's sure he has Kris's full attention, eyes riveted to Adam's movement, he yanks his pants down all at once, laughing at Kris's gasp.
"Oh," Kris says, eyes flickering up to Adam's face and then down again, staring. "Wow."
Adam smiles and kicks his pants fully off.
"That's…" Kris swallows. "Kinda big."
Adam shrugs, being well-endowed is a blessing and a curse all at once. It impresses and intimidates people in about equal measures and he learned to be patient a long time ago. He crosses the floor to give Kris a kiss.
"Just you wait," he murmurs against Kris's ear. "I'll have you begging for it."
Kris slides one of his hands down to wrap it around the base of Adam's cock, looking up at him through his lashes. "What if I already am?"
Adam thinks that pushing Kris down on the bed and climbing on top of him to kiss his breath away is a just response to that and once Kris has stopped flailing he seems to think so too, sliding his hand down to explore Adam's cock again, sending sparks of pleasure skittering up Adam's spine.
Kris is fully hard again, his cock a searing line against Adam's stomach and he starts kissing a path down over Kris's chest. Kris makes a sad little sound when Adam's cock slips from his fingers and Adam laughs into his skin.
"You can play with it later," he promises.
Kris makes a disgruntled sound that turns into a moan when Adam finds the swollen nub of a nipple, pressing the flat of his tongue against it.
"Oh fuck," Kris curses, fingers coming up to bury in Adam's hair. "Not again."
Kris responsiveness to every touch is pretty much the biggest turn on Adam's ever encountered and he's tempted to wring another orgasm out of him from just playing with his nipples, but then Kris shifts, dragging his cock against Adam's skin and Adam remembers where he was going. He kisses, licks and nips his way down until he's crouching between Kris's legs, hands tight on the inside of Kris's thighs.
He pushes against Kris's thighs until Kris scoots up the bed, putting his head on the pillows. Adam grins up at him, holding Kris's eyes, as he bends forward licking a stripe up Kris's cock with the flat of his tongue.
"Holy fuck." Kris arches off the bed with a moan and Adam clamps his hands tight around Kris's hips, keeping him pinned to the bed.
"Watch baby," he murmurs, and then he sucks Kris down to the root.
Kris actually screams, flailing around with his hands until he fists them into the sheets, hips squirming against Adam's hands. Adam moves back up slowly and pulls off with a pop, licking idly at the head while he watches Kris through his lashes.
"Oh my God," Kris pants. "Jesus fuck."
"Again?" Adam asks, with a smirk.
"Oh fuck yeah," Kris responds, body already tensing in preparation.
Adam takes it slower this time, savoring the way the head of Kris's cock bumps against his palate, taste exploding everywhere. Kris makes a sound through clenched teeth that Adam wishes he could record and play on repeat forever, it's just that hot. He pulls off just as slowly, keeping the head in his mouth, sucking lightly.
Adam loves sucking cock. He loves the taste and the feel of steely flesh against his tongue. Coupled with Kris's broken moans it's a match made in heaven. He could spend forever sucking Kris's dick and never grow tired of it, but he supposes his jaw would ache something fierce.
Kris isn't used to having someone's mouth on him though and it doesn't take many minutes before his broken moans become desperate pleas for more, one hand pulling on Adam's hair while the other twists against the sheets.
Adam takes pity on him, sinking down until he's got his mouth buried in Kris's pubes, swallowing around the thick cock lodged in his throat. Kris arches up, body pulled into a tight bow as he comes, hips shuddering hard against Adam's hands. Adam pulls back to catch Kris's come against his tongue, swallowing some and letting the rest dribble out to join the slick mess on Kris's cock.
"Oh fuck," Kris pants when he collapses back against the bed. "Oh… Jesus fuck."
Adam licks him clean with quick swabs of his tongue, making Kris shudder and twist under his hands, caught between pleasure and pain. Then he slides up Kris's body in one fluid move to kiss his panting mouth, until Kris's tongue comes out to lick lazily at Adam's lips.
Adam's cock is throbbing with his pulse, drooling strings of precome on Kris's stomach, and he grabs one of Kris's hands, wrapping it around the base.
"Come on baby," he murmurs, hips already twitching. "I'm so fucking close I can taste it."
Kris blinks his eyes open to look at him and tightens his fingers.
"Yes," Adam hisses, just barely resisting the temptation to just rub himself off against Kris's taut stomach. It feels like he's been on the edge for hours upon hours and if he doesn't get to come soon, he's sure he will die.
Kris seems to get it though, because he starts jerking Adam off, hand fast and sure. There's no finesse to it, but Adam certainly doesn't need any, groaning every time Kris's hand closes over the head. Then Kris flicks his wrist and Adam's gone, coming so hard the entire world tilts on its axis, come splattering all over Kris's stomach and chest, some of it even getting on his face.
Kris laughs hoarsely, licking at his lips and Adam just has to kiss him again before collapsing beside him on the bed.
"Fuck," he mumbles, trying to catch his breath. "That was intense."
"Mmmm," Kris agrees, stretching languidly. "I'm kinda gross though."
Adam blinks his eyes open to look at him and gross isn't the word he would have used to describe Kris at all; mindnumblingly hot is more like it. He puts his head back on the pillow, still feeling lazy and blissed out.
"We'll shower in a minute," he promises, snuggling up closer.
"Okay," Kris agrees, sleepy and adorable.
‘In a minute’ turns out to be almost an hour later after a much needed nap. At that point Kris really is kind of gross and he smells a bit rank, but it's nothing Adam's soapy hands can't wash off his skin. Of course the way Kris turns into his hands, breath rapid and raspy, turns out to be too much of a temptation and Adam ends up blowing him again.
He takes his time, mouth taut around Kris's flesh while he slowly rubs his soapy fingers up and down Kris's crack, fingers catching lightly against his opening, and when Kris comes it's with his legs spread wide and his head tilted back, groaning his release towards the roof.
He's not that surprised when Kris sinks to his knees afterwards and even less surprised when it turns out Kris is too short to make that work for him, but Kris is persistent and eager enough to find a position that works and while he's a bit sloppy and not overly careful of his teeth it's still one of the best blowjobs Adam's ever gotten. What Kris lacks in technique, he sure makes up for in enthusiasm, and when Adam comes Kris does his best to swallow even if most of it ends up smeared all over his face.
Afterwards they snuggle on the couch, watching silly TV-shows until hunger makes them go out for dinner. All in all it's one of the best days Adam has ever had and when he kisses Kris goodbye outside the store, it's with butterflies running rampant in his stomach. For all his musings on relationships and whether he wants one, there's one thing he's certain of - he's not ready to give Kris up just yet.
It's weird how easy it is to fall into a kind of routine with Kris. Adam goes to the store after classes are done for the day and then he hangs out talking about all and nothing to Kris and whoever shows up to shop, until it's closing time. Kris even lets him take one of the tables for his own and he does most of his homework on his laptop while watching Kris do whatever it is he's doing from the corner of his eye.
On slow days they sit on opposite sides of the table, feet tangled underneath it, while tapping away at their laptops, Adam doing homework and Kris writing (but he absolutely refuses to let Adam have a peek). Jenna stops by every now and then, she's a regular, and Adam likes listening to her talk shop with Kris. Most of the discussions go way over his head, but he likes the way Kris gets really into it, hands waving around and face animated, while he argues the merits of one kind of pattern over another.
Opal is another one of the regulars that Adam gets to know really well. She stops by every other afternoon, shy at first, not sure of her welcome now that Adam is there all the time, but gradually she opens up until Adam finds himself looking forward to her visits. She reminds him of himself at that age, chubby and unsure, just waiting for life to throw her another curve ball, but she has a good heart and quirky sense of humor that never fails to make him laugh. Besides, she's willing to talk astrology with Adam for hours, both of them ignoring the way Kris rolls his eyes in their direction when they start debating whether Kris is really more of a Gemini or more of a Cancer.
Adam doesn't stay the night a lot, not after that time where he overslept and had to stumble into class in yesterday's clothes, smeared make up and his hair in violent disarray. His thing with Kris hasn't gone unnoticed among his friends, and his classmates start dropping by the shop at random times pretending they're shopping for yarn, while checking Kris out. It makes Adam feel oddly exposed and whenever someone he knows shows up, he introduces Kris with a vague sense of unease. He's not ashamed of Kris, but something about their affair being common knowledge leaves him restless and nervous.
Kris notices, of course, but he never comments on it and he never seems to have the same problem with introducing Adam. They don't advertise their relationship, going with ‘friends’ as the party line, but Adam's sure most people can read between the lines of their easy affection. The only people that never show up at the store are Adam's actual friends. Adam knows they're waiting for him to introduce Kris on his own, even if Matt threatens almost daily to take up knitting as a hobby.
He's not sure why, but the thought of introducing Kris to his actual friends makes Adam break out in a cold sweat and the way they keep pushing makes him feel pissy and annoyed. He knows he's blowing his friends off to spend time with Kris, but it's not like they've never done the same thing. He likes having his life separated in nice little compartments, one where he's a student goofing off with his friends and one where he's with Kris. Blurring the lines between the compartments would mean bursting the bubble he has with Kris and he's not ready for that yet.
"I started writing a new book," Kris says one night, cuddled up with his head on Adam's chest. He's still out of breath from his orgasm and Adam thinks he could listen to him talk forever.
"Yeah?" Adam asks, because even though Kris let him read Brand New Shoes, he's been very secretive about the rest of his writing.
"Yeah," Kris says, lifting his head to look at Adam. "The working title is Endless Foreplay."
Adam flushes, avoiding Kris's eyes. He thought that maybe he'd managed to distract Kris from the fact that they haven't actually fucked yet, but maybe not so much. Kris sighs and plops his head back down on Adam's chest.
"I just don't get it," he says, pulling idly at Adam's chest hair. "You know I'm ready."
If there was any doubt, the way Kris just came with four of Adam's fingers buried deep inside his body would pretty much have clued Adam into that fact, but it's no longer a question about whether Kris is ready, but if Adam is or will ever be.
"I'm just waiting for the right moment," Adam says, worrying at his lower lip. He can't even explain to himself why he hasn't fucked Kris yet. He's certainly not going to be able to explain it to Kris in a way that makes sense.
"Okay," Kris says, as if that is an actual explanation, settling in more comfortably against Adam's side.
Adam clenches his teeth, weirdly annoyed at Kris's ability to just go with flow. He's malleable to a fault and sometimes it pisses Adam off. Kris never really asks for anything, too happy with whatever Adam's offering, and it's no way to be living your life.
"I have to go," he says, words coming out clipped.
"Oh," Kris says, lifting his head again with a frown. "I thought you had tomorrow off."
"Yeah, but I have theatre practice in the morning."
Kris blinks, with an unsure smile. He can probably pick up the annoyance coming off Adam in waves. "But I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
Adam wants to say no, because he's tired and too lax to be feeling this angry, but the confused look on Kris's face is enough to make him feel like the worst kind of asshole.
"Of course," he says, pushing himself up to give Kris a quick kiss. "I'll drop by after practice."
Kris still looks confused and slightly hurt when Adam leaves, but he doesn't say anything. Adam can't stop thinking about it on his way home, turning his own reactions over in his head. He's got no reason to put off fucking Kris and he's got even less of a reason to get pissy with Kris for bringing it up. Shouldn't he be happy that Kris seems to be happy with whatever he offers? Wanting him to ask for more and then getting angry when he does makes no sense even in Adam's own head. It's possible this whole thing is actually driving him mad.
Time seems to be moving too fast and between homework, theatre practice and Kris, Adam is running himself ragged, until it's finally time for Spring Break. Adam made his plans ages ago, he's going home first to celebrate his mom's birthday and then he's heading to LA with Danielle and a few other friends to run wild in the clubs. He's been looking forward to it all year, but when he walks downtown to say goodbye to Kris the night before he leaves, it's with a weird itchy feeling under his skin. It's late, the sky dark and overcast, and Adam should already be in bed. He said goodbye to Kris yesterday, with lips and teeth and tongue, but somehow he can't resist seeing him one last time.
Kris lets him in through the store, looking sleepy and rumpled, and Adam's reaching for him before the door is even closed. Kris moves to him easily, fitting himself into Adam's arms, but when Adam bends down to kiss him, he can tell that something's off.
"What's wrong?" he asks, pulling away to look at Kris in the dim light.
"Nothing," Kris says, way too fast and his smile looks entirely fake.
Adam narrows his eyes, reaching up to cup Kris's face in his hands. "That didn't sound like nothing," he says, swiping his thumb over Kris's lower lip.
Kris shrugs, eyes skittering off to the side. "I'm just tired," he says.
Adam knows that he's lying, he can tell from the tense line of Kris's body and the way he won't meet Adam's eyes, but he doesn't know how to call him on it without starting an argument. He doesn't want to argue with Kris, he just wants to hold him for a minute, one last Kris fix before going away for almost two weeks.
Kris sighs, reaching up to press his hands against Adam's chest. "What are you even doing here, Adam?" he asks, scratching his nails over Adam's jacket.
"I'm saying goodbye," Adam says, vaguely hurt. He thought Kris would be happy to see him.
"I don't mean just now," Kris murmurs, eyes downcast. "I mean… here… with me… at all."
Adam shrugs and swallows, heart tripping against his ribcage. He should have known this was coming; Kris has been unusually quiet these last few days, letting Adam ramble on about spring break and his friends back home without offering much input.
"I don't know," he finally says.
Kris chuckles mirthlessly. "I figured," he says, pulling out of Adam's embrace to lean against the counter.
"I just wanted to say goodbye," Adam murmurs, reaching out for Kris but letting his hand drop when Kris moves away.
"You already did," Kris says, licking his lips.
This is not what Adam envisioned. He just wanted to make out a little, maybe blow Kris against the counter.
"Look," Kris says, running a hand through his hair. "Just go on your trip, okay? I'll see you when you come back."
"Oh…" Adam worries at his lower lip. "Okay. Bye, I guess."
Kris doesn't answer, face turned away. Adam shifts on his feet a couple of times, trying to make sense of what just happened, but in the end he just leaves. Screw Kris and whatever crawled up his ass.
Adam's in a terrible mood when he finally gets home, picking three different fights with Neil before it's even time for dinner.
"Jesus Christ," Neil says eventually. "What the fuck is your problem?"
Adam glares at him, because obviously Neil is his problem.
"You've been home for three hours and I haven't seen you in four months. Is a simple ‘hey bro, nice to see you again’ too much to ask?"
Neil actually looks hurt, which is just ten kinds of wrong.
"Hey bro, nice to see you again," Adam says obediently.
Neil rolls his eyes. "Whatever."
The thing is Adam actually did miss Neil. They fought like cats and dogs through most of their childhood but with age comes wisdom and ever since Adam went off to college they've been nurturing a new kind of relationship, one that Adam doesn't want to ruin with childish antics.
"I'm sorry," he mutters, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "I guess I'm just in a bad mood."
"No shit," Neil says. "Trouble with the boyfriend?"
"He's not my boyfriend," Adam says, glaring a little for good measure.
Neil rolls his eyes again. "You hang out with him all the time, it's impossible to have a conversation with you without every other word out of your mouth being ‘Kris’ and he made you take up knitting for fuck's sake. If that isn't the definition of a boyfriend, I don't know."
"Mom made me take up knitting," Adam protests.
Neil throws his hands up in the air. "I rest my case. Obviously, the fact that mom made you take up knitting changes everything."
Adam bites his tongue to keep from starting another fight and stomps off to his room. No one understands him and what's up with all these labels anyway?
Leila opens her present after dinner. It's not actually her birthday, but Adam will be knee-deep in finals on the actual date so this is a nice compromise (or it would be if Adam didn't feel quite as much like a thunder cloud).
She doesn't say anything at first, slowly pulling the loops of the scarf from the package, letting it pool in her lap. It isn't perfect, the sides are uneven in places, some rows inexplicably shorter than the others, and there's a whole section in the middle that is decidedly narrower than the rest where he pulled the stitches too tight. He was so proud of it when he finished it but looking at it now, clutched in his mother's hands, it looks messy and stupid.
Then Leila looks up and there are actual tears shimmering in her eyes. "Thank you," she murmurs, voice uneven. "It's beautiful."
Adam hugs her, long and hard, and in his mind he remembers Kris's hands on top of his helping him through the first few rows. He's a lot more willing to believe in the magical properties of knitting needles now than he was when she first brought it up and for a moment of he's reminded of his childhood certainty that his mother was actually a witch.
As soon as they pull apart Leila wraps the scarf around her neck and she doesn't take it off for the rest of the evening much to Neil's dismay. He keeps glaring at Adam, and Adam's sure that if it wasn't so hard to stay angry in the face of their mother's happiness, Neil would be the one picking a fight this time. It's not Adam's fault he just set the bar very high for birthday gifts, if he wants to trump this one he’d better learn how to knit a sweater.
His horrible mood comes with him all the way to LA, churning below the surface, making him bitchy and grumpy. He tries to wash it away with cocktails and dancing, but all the pretty boys pressing up against him look wrong and the way they grab at him as if he's public property sets his teeth on edge, until he retreats to a booth, nursing a lime green cocktail and glaring daggers at everyone who dares to approach.
"Okay," Danielle says, sliding into the booth with a powder pink drink clutched in her hand completely ignoring Adam's annoyed glare. "This has got to stop, baby."
"What?" Adam asks, feigning innocence.
She gives him an exasperated look. "This bitch act of yours. I don't know what the fuck crawled up your ass, but you're acting like a dick."
Adam narrows his eyes and sips at his drink. So he's been a little short of temper lately, it's not that bad.
"Look around," Danielle says. "Hot guys are throwing themselves at you and you just keep blowing them off. That's not the Adam I know. So either you tell me what happened, or you'll have to find somewhere else to sleep."
"It's nothing," Adam says, too fast.
"Yeah, well, tell me about nothing then," Danielle says, crossing her arms over her chest.
The music's too loud and Adam's pants are clinging uncomfortably to his skin. His head is spinning with the alcohol and the last thing he wants is to talk about Kris.
"Spill," Danielle demands, voice pitched low, and Adam does. Once he's started it's impossible to stop, the words almost tumbling over each other in his haste to get them all out. He doesn't hold back, he tells her everything he can think of and then some, until his heart is tripping with it. When he's done Danielle leans back and regales him calmly.
"Wow, you're kind of an asshole," she says.
"What?" Adam protests. "I didn't do anything."
"Exactly." Danielle leans over the table to pat his hand. "I love you, honey, but sometimes you're really, really dense."
"I don't get it," Adam murmurs, turning his drink over between his fingers. "I thought we were happy."
"You're such a guy," Danielle sighs, leaning on her elbows to move closer. "Kris let you into his life without reservation. You've been dating for what? Two months? And you've met everyone he knows."
"Yeah, so?" Adam asks petulantly. He already knows all this.
"But he hasn't met a single one of your real friends. Doesn't that strike you as odd?"
Adam shrugs uneasily. "We mostly hang out at his place," he says vaguely.
"Darling," she says softly. "You have to make up your mind. No one wants to be a secret forever."
"He's not a secret," Adam protests. "People know about him."
"Does he know that? Look, I know you, okay? You've probably been rambling on about the trip and the clubs and the drinks, and quite possibly the boys, forever. If I had a boyfriend and he did that… I'd tell him to take a hike as well."
"He's not my boyfriend," Adam says reflexively. Why does everyone insist on these labels? "And we didn't break up."
She rolls her eyes and leans back again. "Okay," she says. "I can tell this might take a while. How about we go home and split a bottle of wine? The club'll still be here tomorrow."
Adam nods in agreement, the bass beat is giving him a headache anyway.
Danielle's apartment is tiny and they turned it into a complete mess with clothes and glasses scattered everywhere in just two days. It's kind of impressive really.
"So where were we?" Danielle asks, when they're settled on the couch with a bottle of wine and some snacks. "Oh, that's right, I was telling you why you're an idiot."
Adam snorts. "I thought that was the point of our every conversation."
"Oh it is," Danielle says with a grin. "But this time it's more specific."
Adam sips from his wine glass and waits for Danielle to start talking again. He doesn't really like the picture of him she's painting. He's not really that clueless, is he?
"One question first," Danielle says, leaning back and planting her feet in Adam's lap. "Why haven't you fucked him yet?"
Adam sputters and glares at her, cheeks coloring. She's his best friend, but sometimes she really toes the line.
"Come on," Danielle says, rolling her eyes. "I've seen you with guys, it's not like I don't know you're a toppy bastard."
"I don't know," Adam says with shrugs, feeling acutely uncomfortable. "Bad timing?"
"Bullshit," Danielle counters, eyes narrowing. "Why?"
Adam squirms and rubs a hand over his chest. His heart is beating too fast, banging uncomfortably against his ribcage. "I don't know," he says again, feeling sweaty and gross all of a sudden.
"Why?" Danielle pushes, eyes calculating.
Adam can't breathe properly, blood whooshing too loud in his ears. He pulls at the neckline of his shirt because it's choking him, looking everywhere but Danielle.
"Goddamnit Adam Lambert," Danielle says. "Just admit that you're in love with the guy."
Adam sucks in a breath, dizzy with the rapid throb of his pulse. "Fuck you," he says. "Fuck you."
Danielle rolls her eyes again and digs her heel into his thigh. "Don't be such a fucking baby, Adam. Falling in love is scary as hell, but there's not a lot you can do about it now, is there?"
Adam lets out his breath, deflating completely. In his head everything finally aligns right and he can't believe how blind he's been. "I'm in love with him," he mumbles, admitting it out loud. "And I didn't fuck him because I'm scared that he'll leave me once I've taught him everything I know."
Danielle crawls across the couch to pull him into a hug. "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" she murmurs, petting his hair. "I'm proud of you, baby."
"I don't want to introduce him to anyone," Adam whispers into her shoulder. "Because then it'll be real and if it's real it can be taken away."
"Oh sweetie," she says, scratching at his scalp. "What am I going to do with you?"
"He doesn't fit into my plan at all," Adam murmurs, completely dejected.
Danielle tightens her arms around him. "Sometimes life throws you curve balls," she says softly. "And don't worry about your plan, it sucks anyway."
Adam snorts, finally straightening up to look at her. "Thank you," he says, feeling oddly at peace now that it's out in the open.
"Any time," she says, running her fingers over his cheek. "Any time."
Adam doesn't even pretend to have any dignity left, snuggling up close with his head tucked into her neck, letting her pet his hair. He wonders what Kris is doing, if he's thinking of Adam at all. It hurts to think that maybe he isn't and Adam squeezes his eyes shut, wondering if being in love is supposed to be this scary.
Adam arrives back at the dorm late on Saturday night, after a hellish delayed flight and a cab ride that never seemed to end. Matt's asleep in Adam's bed, his own stacked high with bags and boxes, but he blinks his eyes open when the door falls shut behind Adam.
"Hey," he says, blinking sleepily. "I'm not moving."
Adam dumps his bags on the floor, flipping the suitcase open to dig out some necessary supplies and the present he bought for Kris.
"I'm game for some gay cuddling if you are," Matt murmurs, obviously halfway back to sleep already. "Leila told me I should not be afraid to express my love for you physically."
"Or you're just too lazy to clear your own bed," Adam remarks, stuffing lube, condoms, his gift for Kris and clean underwear into his backpack.
"Or that," Matt agrees.
"You're out of luck though," Adam says, straightening up and sliding his backpack on. "I'm gonna see Kris."
"Oh." Matt opens his eyes again. "You two are getting quite serious, huh?"
Adam's heart does that uncomfortable flip-slide-lurch thing it's been doing lately whenever he thinks of Kris and the way they ended things before his trip.
"I…" Adam swallows. "I hope so."
Matt pushes himself up to lean on his elbows. "Does he know you're coming?"
"Uh…" Adam scrubs at the back of his neck. "No."
Matt glances at the clock. "Maybe you should call him. It's after midnight."
Adam knows exactly what time it is and he also knows that if he waits he'll completely lose his nerve. He spent the entire plane ride thinking up a game plan and he's not going to mess it up by having Kris turn him down before he can even see him. He sent exactly thirty-two texts to Kris in the last two weeks, Kris didn't answer a single one and Adam's pretty sure that if he called now, Kris would put it off and he's not going to let that happen.
"No, I'm just going to… Yeah."
Matt blinks a couple of times. "It's like that, huh?"
Adam isn't sure what that is supposed to mean but he nods anyway.
"Well, good luck then," Matt says, flopping back down on the bed. "Don't wake me if he sends you packing."
Adam's pretty sure he would have to wake Matt if Kris sent him packing seeing as how Matt is in his bed, but he doesn't say anything. He's kind of holding his breath hoping Kris lets him stay the night. Danielle's theory makes sense, but Adam really has no idea whether she's even close to right. Maybe it's not even about Adam, maybe Kris found someone else and just doesn't know how to let Adam down easy. The possibilities are endless and the only way Adam can know for sure is by talking to Kris, so that's what he's going to do. He's been thinking about this for two weeks now, and he's not going to put it off another minute.
Matt murmurs something that is possibly goodbye when Adam leaves, but Adam doesn't stay to find out if that's the case. Matt's half asleep anyway, he probably won't even remember Adam's rudeness tomorrow morning.
The streets are mostly empty when Adam makes his way downtown. There are a few people scattered outside the bars, but nothing like it usually is on a Saturday night. He figures that's because a lot of the college students won't be back until tomorrow, squeezing the very last drops of free time out of their vacation. Adam used to be like that too, but after his first year he realized that falling into bed at 1am on Monday morning, exhausted after a long trip, really didn't make for a happy 8am class.
There's a lone light burning in Kris's living room window when Adam finally makes it to the store and he almost gets cold feet. Maybe waking Kris up in the middle of the night isn't really the best plan he could have come up with. He fumbles his phone out of his pocket and brings Kris's name up on the screen, hitting dial before he can change his mind for real.
Kris voice is sleep rough and uncertain when he answers, obviously without looking at the display first. "Kris Allen."
"Uh… hi," Adam says, Kris's voice hitting him like a punch to the gut. It's possible he didn't understand just how much he missed Kris these last two weeks until just now.
"Adam?" Kris sounds adorably confused and marginally more awake. "Where are you?"
"Outside."
"Outside, where?" Kris still sounds sleepy and befuddled; Adam can imagine him looking all rumpled and amazing. Sleepy is such a good look for Kris.
"Outside the store," he clarifies, biting his lip while he waits for Kris's response.
"Oh… You're home?"
"Uh… yeah," Adam says, frowning. "But I already told you that."
"You did?"
"Yeah, in the text I sent this morning."
"Oh…" Kris trails off. "I uh… haven't really been reading those."
Adam blinks; out of all the scenarios he could have imagined this was not one of them. "Why not?"
"I… uh… I'm coming down."
Kris disconnects the call and Adam stuffs the phone back in his pocket, staring at the door to the store with a new sense of trepidation. It's probably crazy to think Kris had the time to meet someone new, but a lot can happen in two weeks and Kris got odd before Adam even left.
Kris looks just as amazing as Adam imagined he would, hair sticking up in every direction and eyes sleepy. He's dressed for the occasion in plaid pajama pants that hang on his hips and a threadbare white shirt that clings to his pecs. Just looking at him makes Adam's mouth water and he almost forgets they have things to talk about in favor of mauling him against the counter.
"Hey," Kris says when Adam steps in through the door, smiling a little.
"Hey," Adam responds, reaching out before he can stop himself.
The way Kris walks into his arms does a whole lot to ease his frazzled nerves, and he envelops Kris in a bear hug, clutching him to his chest. Kris laughs against Adam's shirt and wraps his arms around Adam's waist, clinging just as hard.
"God, I missed you," Adam murmurs, nuzzling his face against Kris's hair.
"Tell me about it," Kris responds, words muffled against Adam's chest.
Adam pulls away minutely to look down at Kris. Kris tilts his head back to meet his gaze and Adam can actually feel the moment their eyes connect right down to his toes. If this isn't real then he doesn't know what is. Kris smiles slowly, as if he can read all of the things Adam isn't saying in his eyes and he twists his fingers into the back of Adam's shirt.
"So those texts…" he says, licking his lips. "They weren't about how you were going to leave me for a pretty LA boy, huh?"
Adam laughs, because it's impossible to hold back, happiness bubbling up inside. "That's what you thought?"
Kris flushes, but he doesn't look away. "You spent two weeks talking about how much fun you were going to have without me," he murmurs.
Adam blinks; obviously Danielle is psychic and Adam should buy her a car once he gets famous. "I'm sorry," he says softly. "I think I was kind of freaking out."
Kris frowns. "About what?"
Adam swallows, this is it. "Falling in love with you."
Kris stares at him for a moment with his mouth hanging open. Then he pretty much climbs Adam like a tree to get to his lips. Adam laughs against Kris's mouth until Kris cuts him off with his tongue making Adam choke on a moan instead. Things go a bit hazy after that and Adam completely forgets about the little speech he prepared on the plane in favor of kissing Kris until his head is spinning with it.
Kris pulls back first, arms linked behind Adam's neck and one leg wrapped around his hips. He tilts his head back, looking up at Adam with dark eyes and shiny lips.
"You gonna fuck me now?" he asks, voice husky and deep.
Adam laughs and kisses him again. "You bet."
They manage to disentangle long enough to get upstairs to Kris's bedroom, stopping to kiss every five steps until they're breathless with it, stumbling along punch drunk and happy. Kris chucks his shirt the minute they're through the door and his pants follow directly after. Then he slides onto the bed and lies down on his back, looking at Adam expectantly.
Adam laughs and starts undressing himself. He's too eager to make a show of it, tearing his clothes off and throwing them to the side. He grabs the condoms and lube from his bag before joining Kris on the bed, sliding them in under one of the pillows to have them handy later.
"You came prepared," Kris says, teasing glint in his eyes, as he pushes up to give Adam a kiss.
"I'm a freaking boy scout," Adam agrees, nipping lightly at Kris's lush lower lip.
Kris laughs and runs his hands down Adam's back to cup his ass. "I'm sure there's a whole section in the boy scout handbook about the proper care and use of condoms and lube," he murmurs.
"Mhmmm," Adam says, sucking a line of kisses down Kris's throat.
"I do have condoms and lube, you know," Kris murmurs, tilting his head back to give Adam better access.
"Yeah?" Adam asks, mouthing kisses over Kris's chest. Somehow he really can't picture Kris buying those things.
"Yeah," Kris says firmly. "You can buy everything online these days."
Adam laughs against Kris's skin, moving up to claim Kris's lips again while his hand travels down over Kris's stomach. "I’ll make you feel so good," he promises, trailing his hand lower to cup Kris's balls.
"You always do," Kris answers, gazing up at Adam with nothing but trust in his eyes.
Kris spreads his legs wide for Adam's hand when he slides it even lower, gazing up at him with a smile on his face. Adam brushes his fingers over the silky skin between Kris's cheeks, raising his eyebrows when he encounters a very familiar slickness around Kris's hole.
"Someone's been playing with himself," he murmurs and Kris blushes beet red, eyes skittering away from Adam's. "I like it," Adam adds, sliding the very tip of one finger into Kris, testing the slickness.
He pulls back and pours more lube over his fingers before putting his hand back, sliding two fingers into Kris's waiting body. Kris moans and bites down on his lower lip, cheeks still red with embarrassment.
"Did you miss my fingers, huh?" Adam asks, pressing a kiss to the corner of Kris's mouth. "Did you miss the way I make you feel?"
Kris opens up so easily around his fingers, obviously still loose from whatever he did before falling asleep.
"Yeah," Kris moans. "Mmm."
"How many fingers did you use?" Adam asks, pulling out only to slide back with three, his own cock throbbing in time with the leisurely thrusts of his fingers.
"Three," Kris grinds out, breath hitching. "Oh… Oh…"
Adam smiles, moving his fingers away from that spot while pressing kisses all over Kris's flushed face. Knowing Kris was doing this to himself earlier is enough to make his cock swell to impossible hardness.
"Was it good?" Adam murmurs, pulling almost all the way out only to thrust all the way back again. "Did you scream my name?"
"Oh God." Kris pulls his legs further apart, hips shifting restlessly against the bed. "Yessss."
Adam adds more lube, pulling out and sliding back in again, over and over until Kris is writhing against the sheets with a constant stream of moans falling from his lips.
"You ready, baby?" Adam asks, biting down on his lip. If he doesn't get to be inside of Kris soon he thinks he will actually die.
"Please," Kris begs. "Adam… Please… Now. Oh…"
Adam doesn't waste any time sliding the condom on and slicking himself up. Kris opens his eyes when Adam moves into position, rubbing the slick head of his cock up and down the crease of Kris's ass.
"Isn't it…" Kris groans when Adam pushes forward minutely only to pull back again. "Fuck…"
He reaches up to curl a hand around the back of Adam's neck while the other knots in the sheets. "Isn't it supposed to be easier if I'm on my hands and knees?" he asks, words almost unintelligible with his panting.
Adam pushes forward again, letting the head slip into Kris's body. "It's easier for me like this," he whispers, bending down to kiss Kris's slack open mouth. "And I want to see your face."
Kris blinks his eyes open, keening when Adam pushes forward slowly, fighting the urge to just slam home with quivering thighs.
"It's good," he pants, fingers tightening against the back of Adam's sweaty neck. "Oh God it's good."
His eyes almost roll back into his head when Adam pushes forward again and Adam wonders if maybe fingers aren’t the only thing Kris plays with.
"Oh God," Kris begs, digging his heels into Adam's back. "Jesus Adam. Fuck me."
Adam just can't hold back any more, thrusting forward until his hips are flush with Kris's ass, pulling a long moan from Kris's lips. He bites down on his tongue, forcing himself to stay still while he searches Kris's face for discomfort.
"You okay baby?" he asks, bending closer to nuzzle Kris's ear.
"God yeah," Kris answers, breath puffing hard and fast against Adam's cheek. "I'm fucking amazing."
Adam takes that as endorsement and starts thrusting with short, sharp snaps of his hips. The way Kris just takes him, hot and tight like a vice around his dick completely steals his breath away, making him reckless and too eager. Kris doesn't seem to mind though, hands sliding desperate over Adam's skin, and his hips lifting into every thrust.
Adam bends down to breathe encouragement into Kris's mouth, kissing him slack-jawed and stupid. Kris moans with every thrust, and digs his heels into Adam's back, his head lolling against the pillows. Adam can feel his orgasm building at the base of his spine and he pushes his hands in under Kris's hips to angle him just right.
"Ohhh, fuck yes," Kris hisses, his entire body spasming and Adam takes it as his cue to give him more, harder, faster until his thrust loses all finesse, hips slapping against Kris's ass.
Kris's nails dig into Adam's back when he comes, mouth open on a soundless scream and Adam kisses the breath right from his lips, managing a few more erratic thrusts before he's coming hard, and shaking apart at the seams. He keeps thrusting, slow and languid through the shuddering aftershocks, rolling over on his side and pulling Kris with him.
"Yeah," Kris breathes, sliding his leg over Adam's hip. "Like that."
Adam pulls out slowly, discarding the condom with a practiced move. Kris makes a vague sound of protest, fingers sliding into Adam's hair. Adam smiles, pushing two fingers into Kris welcoming body, to keep him open and lax while he waits to catch his breath.
Kris murmurs in appreciation, eyes closed and lips slack, gently rocking onto Adam's fingers. Adam pulls out only to add more lube, sliding his fingers back before Kris has the time to voice the protest obviously on his lips.
"Feels so good," Kris murmurs, blinking his eyes open. "Don't stop."
"I won't," Adam promises, pulling out only to slide back with three making Kris moan weakly. "You're so gorgeous like this."
He's not fully hard when slides on another condom and fits himself into Kris, but it's almost better like this. The two of them trading lazy kisses while they rock together, the pleasure building slowly, until it peaks in a brilliant crescendo. Kris comes first again, his cock clutched loosely in Adam's fist, his harsh gasps eaten by Adam's waiting lips. Adam follows soon after with a series of sharp thrusts and a drawn out moan that Kris's kisses can't quite silence.
"That was... wow," Kris murmurs afterwards, cuddled up to Adam's side with his head on Adam's chest.
"Mhmm," Adam agrees sleepily, trailing his fingers down Kris's back.
Kris doesn't say anything for a moment, sliding one of his hands in under Adam's shoulder and humming under his breath. Then he sighs, lifting his head to look at Adam. There's a hesitant look in his eyes that Adam doesn't like.
"So... I... uhm..." Kris worries at his lower lip. "Does this mean you're really my boyfriend now?"
Adam smiles, reaching up to touch Kris's cheek. "Yeah," he says. "It does."
Kris still looks uncertain, as if he's got a question he wants to ask, but can't quite formulate.
"I've never been in love before," Adam says honestly. "And maybe I'm a crappy boyfriend; I’ve never really had an opportunity to try it out before, but we can learn together, yeah?"
"Yeah," Kris agrees and his smile is so wide it almost touches his ears. "We can."
Kris settles down again, pressing his lips against Adam's chest and Adam decides that he really doesn't mind Kris screwing up his five year plan. He can make a new one and right now it goes in five years I want to be able to knit a sweater and still fuck Kris Allen whenever I want. It's a good plan. Solid. And even if he never learns to knit well enough to make a sweater, it's still the best plan he ever had.
The End
Notes:
I started writing a long long time ago (the original .doc was created November 5, 2008) based on a prompt by spazzer_mctwich. It's been a long time coming, but it's finally finished. YAY!
In addition to the amazing art this fic also has a soundtrack put together by my lovely artist. You can find it at the Art Post. :D
Credits (in no particular order):
A LOT of people has been involved in the making of this fic over the last two years. I'm so very grateful for all the help and encouragement I've received, but I'm afraid my brain is not big enough to name you all. If you are one of those people, thank you! <333
dansetheblues - For being the best alpha reader anyone could ever ask for. She worked her magic on this fic more times than I can count. Thank you, BB. ILU! <333
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