kite building for dummies - Kradam - PG13
Title: kite building for dummies
Author: jeyhawk
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Beta: sbb23!
Word Count: 1,815
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Summary: When Kris invited Adam to go camping, somehow Adam didn't think he actually meant camping, as in tents, log fires, mosquitoes, and their parents… Set in the Cruise!fic 'verse.
Notes: Once upon a time orihara_kaoru asked for a ficlet set in the crusie!fic verse. I'm pretty sure this is not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway. :D
When Kris invited Adam to go camping, somehow Adam didn't think he actually meant camping, as in tents, log fires, mosquitoes, and their parents. He thought he meant something nice and peaceful, possibly involving a cabin and all the alone time they could ever wish for, but he should have known better. Kris never does anything halfway and their parents seem to think this is an awesome team-building exercise, chattering happily over tent poles, logs, lighter fluid, and sausages burnt crisp on one end and raw on the other, while Adam sits on an overturned crate and sulks, sipping whiskey from his hip flask whenever Kris isn't looking (which is all the time because obviously he doesn't care that Adam is miserable).
He's got fifteen (fifteen!!!) new mosquito bites, a wicked sun burn on the back of his neck, a twisted ankle from tripping over a stupid branch (Kris laughed at him. Laughed.) and he probably put on ten pounds already from the fat-dripping sausages.
"Isn't this nice?" his mom says, giving him a smile. "Just like when you and Neil were kids."
Adam stares at her. He's pretty sure his parents divorced over a camping trip gone wrong, but luckily she interprets that as him being too moved for words, patting his knee and smiling brightly.
"I'm so happy we got to share your first camping trip," she says.
Adam resists the urge to bang his head against the ground and manages a weak smile.
"Amazing," he lies.
If he gets to choose (and by all that is holy he will) their first camping trip will also be their last, they're so not going to be the camping kind of couple (unless it involves cabins with actual beds and satellite TV). His mother moves over to sit next to his dad and Amy, probably to reminiscence some more about the happy camping trips of his youth (Adam remembers them as hell on earth) and Adam sinks back into his sullen silence.
"Could you at least pretend to be enjoying yourself," Kris hisses, passing by on his way to the lake where his dad is calling for him.
Adam glares after him and takes another mouthful from his flask. He hopes they won't break up over this. He really kind of loves Kris a lot when he's not being enthusiastic about the wilderness.
"You're not really the outdoors kind of guy, huh?" Kris's mom, Kim, says, sitting down next to Adam on the crate.
"Is it that obvious?" Adam asks, smiling. He likes Kim, she's cool.
"I appreciate that you came anyway," she says, patting his leg. "It means a lot to Kris."
Adam's eyes stray down to Kris and his dad on the tiny sliver of a beach and suddenly he feels kind of bad. Kris overturned his entire life for Adam, more than once, and Adam can't even pretend to enjoy camping. He wonders if that was her intention but when he looks back at her, she's smiling genuinely as if she really thinks it meant something that Adam came.
"I think I'm gonna go…" he makes a vague gesture towards the beach and Kris.
"You do that honey," she says, patting his leg again.
Adam is pretty sure he just got manipulated, but it's worth it for the startled smile Kris gives him when he comes limping down to the beach.
"What're you doing?" Adam asks, rocking back on his heels.
"Building a kite," Kris says, carefully aligning two sticks into a cross.
"Oh…" Adam stares at the colored paper laid out on the ground, next to a ball of string and a glue stick. His inner five-year-old claps its hands. "Can I help?"
Kris grins and pats the sand next to him. "You can make the tail," he says.
Adam sinks down on the ground and crosses his legs before him. Kris gives him a length of string and instructs him on how to crinkle pieces of paper and tie them onto the string. It's surprisingly fun and Adam takes so long to choose his colors that the kite is done before he is.
Neil wandered away halfway through the building process, joining the actual grown-ups at the campfire. Adam has to admit that it's nice, sitting in the sand with Kris within touching range, Kris's face flushed and sweaty from the heat and his mouth caught in a smile that Adam wants to lick of his face. (He won't though, because, ewww, parents.)
"And it's done," Kris exclaims, after attaching the tail to the frame. The kite is simple, just colored paper and pieces of string, but Adam kind of loves it because they made it together.
"Let's try it," Kris says, jumping to his feet. "Come on, it'll be fun."
Adam's ankle still aches, but somehow it doesn't matter when he runs down the beach chasing after Kris and the kite. It flies beautifully, if not for very long at a time, and Adam is kind of proud of how awesome the tail looks flapping after it.
Kris is faster than him (unfair considering he's much shorter), and also not hindered by an aching ankle, so he gets ahead of Adam pretty easily, his laughter trailing back on the wind. Then he suddenly disappears from view and Adam's heart gets stuck in his throat (and not only from the exertion of running on sand). For all Adam knows there might be bears in the forest, or coyotes, and he has time to think of many worst-case scenarios before he finally catches up with Kris.
"Took you long enough," Kris says, standing at the very edge of the forest with the kite in his hand. "You're out of shape."
Adam wants to defend his honor, and also his ankle, but he only has time to get his mouth open before Kris grabs a hold of his shirt, yanking him forward and into a kiss.
"Mmph," Adam says, trying to look back towards the tents. They might not be fifteen anymore but he still doesn't want to make out in front of his parents. It's bad enough that they probably assume he has sex with Kris on a regular basis; he doesn't want to give them mental pictures.
"They can't see us," Kris murmurs against his lips, breath hot and sweet.
Adam hums happily and claims Kris's mouth in a long slow kiss, the kind he's been thinking about giving him ever since they started building the kite. Kris tangles one of his hands in Adam's hair and holds on tight, body molding to Adam's as it's done from the very beginning, as if Kris exists solely to fit his curves into Adam's angles, two pieces of a puzzle coming together seamlessly.
"I think we should do it," Kris murmurs when they break apart, voice hoarse and breathless.
"What? Here?" Adam asks, giving he forest a dubious look, even if his dick certainly thinks this is an awesome idea, the trees doesn't really offer a lot of shelter and it's only a matter of time before someone comes to get them for some family-building marshmallow roasting.
"Not sex, stupid," Kris says, rolling his eyes as if the dumbest assumption Adam's ever made. "I meant auditioning for American Idol."
Adam stares at him, perplexed. To be honest he thought that Kris didn't even remember that, seeing as Adam suggested it at the end of a mushroom trip, during what might be the most intense sex they've ever had. (Adam was on mushrooms, Kris wasn't; as if Adam would ever let him touch that stuff. Kris was totally high though (weed) and it was some really amazing sex.)
"Stop looking at me like that," Kris says, pushing lightly on Adam's chest to bring him out of his stupor.
"Like what?" Adam asks innocently, even if he can guess.
"Like you want to devour me," Kris says, rolling his eyes, but Adam sees the slight blush climbing up his cheeks.
Kris has almost grown out of his adorable blushing habit, which is mostly a good thing since Adam was getting worried about his facial capillaries, but sometimes Adam misses the ease with which he could make Kris flush bright red.
"I'll have you know you're very devourable," Adam murmurs, pulling Kris into another kiss, sucking luxuriously on his lower lip while he ponders what Kris just said.
"So not a word," Kris answers, but he doesn't seem to mind the lip sucking, humming into Adam's mouth.
"Anyway," Kris says when they break apart. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I think we should go for it. It makes sense in the way that nothing about us makes sense."
He rocks back on his heels and grins, still clutching the kite in one hand. Adam laughs, because Kris is right, nothing about them ever really made sense, but they've been working out just fine anyway.
"Allison's auditioning too," he says, as if that actually means something.
"I know," Kris says. "It's just… I think it could be amazing."
Adam’s vision was very clear when he had it, but right now it feels a bit murky. They have a good life now, one that works, and he's not sure he wants to mess with it.
"Look," Kris says. "I know Wicked isn't making you happy and if we fail I can go back to working as a studio musician and you'll find something new. I just think we should try. We've taken a lot of chances together and so far they've all worked out in our favor."
Adam nods, turning it over in his head while they start walking back towards the campsite. It was his idea to begin with and it has the potential of being amazing. He'd love to share an experience like that with Kris, but can they really compete against each other, and maybe Allison, without things getting weird?
"It wouldn't matter to me if you won," Kris says, sticking his hand into Adam's. "And it wouldn't matter if you got through and I didn't. I just think we should try."
"Okay," Adam says, smiling.
Kris is right. They took a chance on the unknown the first time they kissed, and an even bigger chance when Adam didn't renew his contract with the cruise ship and Kris moved in with him after only a few months of long distance dating. So far they've been working out just fine in a way that Adam seriously thinks nothing can mess with, not even American Idol.
"Really?" Kris asks.
"Yeah," Adam says, squeezing his fingers. "Really."
Kim gives them a pleased smile that Adam pretends that he doesn't see when they walk back into the campsite holding hands. It's bad enough that he already has one meddling mother; he doesn't have to acknowledge the fact that he now has two.
~The End~
Thanks for reading and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! ♥
Author: jeyhawk
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Beta: sbb23!
Word Count: 1,815
Disclaimer: Not true. Not even a little bit. Not even at all.
Summary: When Kris invited Adam to go camping, somehow Adam didn't think he actually meant camping, as in tents, log fires, mosquitoes, and their parents… Set in the Cruise!fic 'verse.
Notes: Once upon a time orihara_kaoru asked for a ficlet set in the crusie!fic verse. I'm pretty sure this is not exactly what you asked for, but I hope you like it anyway. :D
When Kris invited Adam to go camping, somehow Adam didn't think he actually meant camping, as in tents, log fires, mosquitoes, and their parents. He thought he meant something nice and peaceful, possibly involving a cabin and all the alone time they could ever wish for, but he should have known better. Kris never does anything halfway and their parents seem to think this is an awesome team-building exercise, chattering happily over tent poles, logs, lighter fluid, and sausages burnt crisp on one end and raw on the other, while Adam sits on an overturned crate and sulks, sipping whiskey from his hip flask whenever Kris isn't looking (which is all the time because obviously he doesn't care that Adam is miserable).
He's got fifteen (fifteen!!!) new mosquito bites, a wicked sun burn on the back of his neck, a twisted ankle from tripping over a stupid branch (Kris laughed at him. Laughed.) and he probably put on ten pounds already from the fat-dripping sausages.
"Isn't this nice?" his mom says, giving him a smile. "Just like when you and Neil were kids."
Adam stares at her. He's pretty sure his parents divorced over a camping trip gone wrong, but luckily she interprets that as him being too moved for words, patting his knee and smiling brightly.
"I'm so happy we got to share your first camping trip," she says.
Adam resists the urge to bang his head against the ground and manages a weak smile.
"Amazing," he lies.
If he gets to choose (and by all that is holy he will) their first camping trip will also be their last, they're so not going to be the camping kind of couple (unless it involves cabins with actual beds and satellite TV). His mother moves over to sit next to his dad and Amy, probably to reminiscence some more about the happy camping trips of his youth (Adam remembers them as hell on earth) and Adam sinks back into his sullen silence.
"Could you at least pretend to be enjoying yourself," Kris hisses, passing by on his way to the lake where his dad is calling for him.
Adam glares after him and takes another mouthful from his flask. He hopes they won't break up over this. He really kind of loves Kris a lot when he's not being enthusiastic about the wilderness.
"You're not really the outdoors kind of guy, huh?" Kris's mom, Kim, says, sitting down next to Adam on the crate.
"Is it that obvious?" Adam asks, smiling. He likes Kim, she's cool.
"I appreciate that you came anyway," she says, patting his leg. "It means a lot to Kris."
Adam's eyes stray down to Kris and his dad on the tiny sliver of a beach and suddenly he feels kind of bad. Kris overturned his entire life for Adam, more than once, and Adam can't even pretend to enjoy camping. He wonders if that was her intention but when he looks back at her, she's smiling genuinely as if she really thinks it meant something that Adam came.
"I think I'm gonna go…" he makes a vague gesture towards the beach and Kris.
"You do that honey," she says, patting his leg again.
Adam is pretty sure he just got manipulated, but it's worth it for the startled smile Kris gives him when he comes limping down to the beach.
"What're you doing?" Adam asks, rocking back on his heels.
"Building a kite," Kris says, carefully aligning two sticks into a cross.
"Oh…" Adam stares at the colored paper laid out on the ground, next to a ball of string and a glue stick. His inner five-year-old claps its hands. "Can I help?"
Kris grins and pats the sand next to him. "You can make the tail," he says.
Adam sinks down on the ground and crosses his legs before him. Kris gives him a length of string and instructs him on how to crinkle pieces of paper and tie them onto the string. It's surprisingly fun and Adam takes so long to choose his colors that the kite is done before he is.
Neil wandered away halfway through the building process, joining the actual grown-ups at the campfire. Adam has to admit that it's nice, sitting in the sand with Kris within touching range, Kris's face flushed and sweaty from the heat and his mouth caught in a smile that Adam wants to lick of his face. (He won't though, because, ewww, parents.)
"And it's done," Kris exclaims, after attaching the tail to the frame. The kite is simple, just colored paper and pieces of string, but Adam kind of loves it because they made it together.
"Let's try it," Kris says, jumping to his feet. "Come on, it'll be fun."
Adam's ankle still aches, but somehow it doesn't matter when he runs down the beach chasing after Kris and the kite. It flies beautifully, if not for very long at a time, and Adam is kind of proud of how awesome the tail looks flapping after it.
Kris is faster than him (unfair considering he's much shorter), and also not hindered by an aching ankle, so he gets ahead of Adam pretty easily, his laughter trailing back on the wind. Then he suddenly disappears from view and Adam's heart gets stuck in his throat (and not only from the exertion of running on sand). For all Adam knows there might be bears in the forest, or coyotes, and he has time to think of many worst-case scenarios before he finally catches up with Kris.
"Took you long enough," Kris says, standing at the very edge of the forest with the kite in his hand. "You're out of shape."
Adam wants to defend his honor, and also his ankle, but he only has time to get his mouth open before Kris grabs a hold of his shirt, yanking him forward and into a kiss.
"Mmph," Adam says, trying to look back towards the tents. They might not be fifteen anymore but he still doesn't want to make out in front of his parents. It's bad enough that they probably assume he has sex with Kris on a regular basis; he doesn't want to give them mental pictures.
"They can't see us," Kris murmurs against his lips, breath hot and sweet.
Adam hums happily and claims Kris's mouth in a long slow kiss, the kind he's been thinking about giving him ever since they started building the kite. Kris tangles one of his hands in Adam's hair and holds on tight, body molding to Adam's as it's done from the very beginning, as if Kris exists solely to fit his curves into Adam's angles, two pieces of a puzzle coming together seamlessly.
"I think we should do it," Kris murmurs when they break apart, voice hoarse and breathless.
"What? Here?" Adam asks, giving he forest a dubious look, even if his dick certainly thinks this is an awesome idea, the trees doesn't really offer a lot of shelter and it's only a matter of time before someone comes to get them for some family-building marshmallow roasting.
"Not sex, stupid," Kris says, rolling his eyes as if the dumbest assumption Adam's ever made. "I meant auditioning for American Idol."
Adam stares at him, perplexed. To be honest he thought that Kris didn't even remember that, seeing as Adam suggested it at the end of a mushroom trip, during what might be the most intense sex they've ever had. (Adam was on mushrooms, Kris wasn't; as if Adam would ever let him touch that stuff. Kris was totally high though (weed) and it was some really amazing sex.)
"Stop looking at me like that," Kris says, pushing lightly on Adam's chest to bring him out of his stupor.
"Like what?" Adam asks innocently, even if he can guess.
"Like you want to devour me," Kris says, rolling his eyes, but Adam sees the slight blush climbing up his cheeks.
Kris has almost grown out of his adorable blushing habit, which is mostly a good thing since Adam was getting worried about his facial capillaries, but sometimes Adam misses the ease with which he could make Kris flush bright red.
"I'll have you know you're very devourable," Adam murmurs, pulling Kris into another kiss, sucking luxuriously on his lower lip while he ponders what Kris just said.
"So not a word," Kris answers, but he doesn't seem to mind the lip sucking, humming into Adam's mouth.
"Anyway," Kris says when they break apart. "I've been thinking about it a lot lately and I think we should go for it. It makes sense in the way that nothing about us makes sense."
He rocks back on his heels and grins, still clutching the kite in one hand. Adam laughs, because Kris is right, nothing about them ever really made sense, but they've been working out just fine anyway.
"Allison's auditioning too," he says, as if that actually means something.
"I know," Kris says. "It's just… I think it could be amazing."
Adam’s vision was very clear when he had it, but right now it feels a bit murky. They have a good life now, one that works, and he's not sure he wants to mess with it.
"Look," Kris says. "I know Wicked isn't making you happy and if we fail I can go back to working as a studio musician and you'll find something new. I just think we should try. We've taken a lot of chances together and so far they've all worked out in our favor."
Adam nods, turning it over in his head while they start walking back towards the campsite. It was his idea to begin with and it has the potential of being amazing. He'd love to share an experience like that with Kris, but can they really compete against each other, and maybe Allison, without things getting weird?
"It wouldn't matter to me if you won," Kris says, sticking his hand into Adam's. "And it wouldn't matter if you got through and I didn't. I just think we should try."
"Okay," Adam says, smiling.
Kris is right. They took a chance on the unknown the first time they kissed, and an even bigger chance when Adam didn't renew his contract with the cruise ship and Kris moved in with him after only a few months of long distance dating. So far they've been working out just fine in a way that Adam seriously thinks nothing can mess with, not even American Idol.
"Really?" Kris asks.
"Yeah," Adam says, squeezing his fingers. "Really."
Kim gives them a pleased smile that Adam pretends that he doesn't see when they walk back into the campsite holding hands. It's bad enough that he already has one meddling mother; he doesn't have to acknowledge the fact that he now has two.
~The End~
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