four ficlets [PG]
Title: Park Bench
Author: nowheretogo26
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 596
Summary: He plays at the same park, on the same bench, to the same people every day. Today is not an ordinary day. [AU]
Notes: I took four random pictures and used them as prompts. Picture #1: http://i56.tinypic.com/s6rl15.jpg
Kris loves New York City. Sure, he misses home sometimes, his mama's cooking and his friends mostly, but he loves New York. He loves when it's almost winter and the air is cool and crisp, oranges and reds and browns swirling around him in a flurry. He loves walking to the little park down the block from him, sitting on his usual bench and pulling out his guitar to play for the squirrels and birds and occasional human.
He's running a little late if he wants to see Mrs. Jones, the bird-feeder, so he grabs his jacket from the counter and his guitar case and hurries out the door. He ducks his head against the wind, letting his feet carry him the familiar distance.
There's a row of identical benches in this little park. The first time Kris spotted the park on his way to find a job, he sat down on the one deepest in the trees. When he started strumming on his guitar, it was the first time he'd played his music in this giant city, and the first time he'd felt like he'd made the right decision moving here. Every day he plays at the park, he sits in the same spot and the feeling is the same every time. It's his bench.
Settling down in the usual spot, he takes out his guitar and tunes it mindlessly, his mind drifting everywhere else. His fingers start playing without a thought. A slower version of Come Together, a couple originals, and then Falling Slowly. He doesn't look up the entire time, letting the music just wash over him. It's his anchor, this feeling. It grounds him, gives him a sense of right.
When the final chord of Falling Slowly fades, he glances up to see a stranger standing in front of him. He's tall, very tall. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of a long black coat, mostly covering a pair of dark skinny jeans, tucked into snakeskin boots. He's watching Kris closely and the intensity is starting to make breathing a little difficult.
He clears his throat awkwardly. "Hi?"
"You're really good." The stranger's voice is smoother than Kris was expecting, but it washes over him like his music does.
"Thank you." He says it like he always does, like the compliment is sweet but not quite true, and he can tell the stranger is amused.
"No, you're really good. And really cute." He's smiling now and Kris is blushing. He swears he can blame it on the cold though and he will if asked. "Is your set done?"
Kris glances around to the empty park. Not even Mrs. Jones is there to listen to him today. "Uh... yeah, I guess."
"Because I'm really fucking cold and I could use some Starbucks. And possibly your number." The grin he gives him is cheeky and the pesky blush is back.
Kris stands up, setting his guitar back in its case, before turning to face the stranger again. "There's a Starbucks a couple of blocks from here."
"Perfect." He takes his hand out of his pocket long enough to loop his arm around Kris's like they've been friends for years. Kris thinks he should probably pull away. This is a strange man in a huge city and his mama warned him about that. But it feels nice being tucked into his side like this.
"My name is Kris," he offers, thinking this would at least make them not strangers anymore.
"Hi, Kris. I'm Adam."
"Adam," he tries the name out. "Nice to meet you."
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Title: Telephone
Author: nowheretogo26
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 673
Summary: It takes a lot of courage to pick up the phone and dial those seven numbers. [HS AU - twisted their ages slightly]
Notes: Picture #2: http://i53.tinypic.com/2djsyzq.jpg
Adam was not afraid of anything. He was a senior in high school, the lead in the spring play, the best singer in their chorus. He had a full ride to two schools, but he'd turned them both down to move to LA after graduation to live the Big Dream, capitalization required. Plus he's gay - out and proud - even if that meant having to remind some jocks not to fuck with him, no matter how many guys he liked.
The thing is, he had this list. The list of things he wanted to do before he left that godawful school. And he'd done all of them - lead in the play, solo at the fall concert, tell my parents I'm gay - except one. 3. Ask a boy out on a date.
The problem was that there's this one boy. Adam was pretty sure this boy is not even gay, let alone interested in dating him, so there was really no point. But it was on his list and they were graduating in a couple months and it was now or never really.
His hand was sweaty on the phone. He'd been gripping onto it for the better part of the last hour. He knew the number, he'd memorized it months ago when the boy first gave it to him. He just had to pick up the phone, press those seven numbers, ask for Kris, and ask him out. Easy.
He inhaled shakily, his fingers pressing all the right buttons in the right order on the first try and suddenly, it was ringing.
"Hello?" The person who answered the phone had a really deep voice, probably Kris's dad.
Adam took a deep breath. Step one. "Can I, can I talk to Kris, please?"
"This is."
Shit. "This is Adam. Lambert. Adam Lambert."
"Hi, Adam!" Kris was calm and happy, the exact opposite of him. Adam kind of wanted to kill him because shouldn't his insides be gooey too?
"I had a... question." There you go, Adam. Good start.
"Yeah?"
Now or never. Now or never. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. "Did you, uhh... maybewannagoonadatesometime?" he mumbled, the words coming out in a jumbled mess. He hoped Kris understood him, because he wasn't sure he could say them again if he tried.
Kris apparently had the ears of a cat because he replied quickly enough. "A date? What did you have in mind?"
"You know... dinner, or a movie... or both... or coffee..." He was rambling, fuck. He stuffed the back of his hand to shut himself up.
"Dinner and a movie? You can do better than that, Adam..." Kris sounded teasing but Adam ran his hand through his hair, ready to rip it out by the roots.
He bit his bottom lip. This was not going how he'd hoped. He took another deep breath and said the first thing that came to mind, "There's a planetarium about an hour away, I've always wanted to go there..."
Kris was silent for awhile and Adam was just about ready to hang up. Obviously, he was not interested and this was just a huge failure. The list said 'ask a boy out'; it didn't specify actually going on a date. But then, "That sounds awesome."
Adam's heart stopped. "Really?"
"Yeah, really." He could hear Kris chuckling over the phone line and it made his stomach twist up in knots. "I could drive, if you want."
"Yeah, I... I want." He shook his head. Could he sound any dumber?
Kris didn't seem to notice. "Cool. I'll pick you up on Friday? Seven sound good?"
"Yeah, that sounds... perfect."
"See you then, Adam."
After Kris hung up, Adam held onto the phone for an embarrassing amount of time. The line clicked a few times and then the operator came on, directing him to hang up and he finally did.
He flopped back on his bed, his entire body shaking, and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He had a date with Kris Allen.
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Title: Soup
Author: nowheretogo26
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 598
Summary: Sometimes it's not about the soup. [future-fic, est. relationship]
Notes: Picture #3: http://i51.tinypic.com/v77gd2.jpg
Kris hates being sick. He barely ever gets sick, but when he does, it's really sick and it takes over his whole life. He can't get out of bed, can't make his own food or get dressed. He gets whiny and needy, and he hates it.
Adam had seen him sick once. They were on the Idol tour and it was so bad that he had to miss a show. But they had people then, people who were paid to take care of them. Kris hadn't felt so bad because they were getting paid to do it, but this was different.
***
"Kristopher Neil Allen, where the fuck are you?" Adam's voice is loud, too loud, and Kris cringes, burying his face deeper in his pillow. "I swear to god, when I find you I am going to ki- oh my god, are you okay?" Adam is suddenly at his side, his hand on Kris's forehead.
"I'm fine." Kris tries to sound reassuring but his voice comes out shaky and hoarse.
"Jesus, you're burning up. Did you take anything for it?"
Kris just shakes his head. "Too tired..."
"Why didn't you call me? I would have come over..." He's almost whispering now and Kris wants to kiss him as thanks, but he doesn't want Adam to get sick too. He leaves for tour in a week and he can't afford to be sick. Which is why Kris hadn't called him in the first place.
"Tour... can't... sick..." He groans, tugging the blankets closer.
"You are so stupid. Sweet, but stupid." Adam leans down to press a kiss to the top of Kris's head. "Try to get some sleep, okay. I'm not leaving, you can't make me." Kris feels Adam settle down next to him in the bed, his warmth a comfort as he drifts off.
***
When he wakes up, the first thing he notices is that Adam isn't there. The second thing he notices is the soup. The smell makes his stomach rumble and he props himself up a bit, noticing the tray on the table next to the bed. There's a bowl of a chicken noodle soup and a glass of water on a tray, and a piece of paper taped to the headboard.
Went to go run errands. Eat as much as you can. And take the meds!!!!! I'll be back soon. xo, Adam
Kris smiles, picking up the capsules on the tray and swallowing them both with a sip of water. He scoots back against the headboard, pulling the tray into his lap, eating the soup slowly. He finishes it before Adam gets back, curling back up under the blankets.
He's starting to drift off again when he hears the front door shut and familiar footsteps up the staircase, and then Adam is in the doorway, holding out a bag. "I got some stuff." Kris pats the empty space on the bed next to him, smiling when Adam sits there and starts pulling stuff out. "I got this football movie the guy at Blockbusters recommended and then some Gossip Girl for when you fall asleep and I can't watch that anymore... and some more Tylenol because you're out, and some puzzle books in case we don't kick this sickness in the ass by tomorrow and you're bored out of your mind, and-"
"Adam?" Kris's voice is soft but it shuts him up well enough.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Kris slides over until he's pressed up against Adam's legs, wrapping his arms around his waist and burrowing close. Adam chuckles softly and runs his fingers through Kris's hair. "Anytime."
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Title: Balloons
Author: nowheretogo26
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 699
Summary: He hates blind dates, but he kind of loves this one. [first date AU]
Notes: Picture #4: http://i56.tinypic.com/xri1l.jpg
Kris wanted to find whoever invented blind dates and kill them. He also wanted to kill his friend Josh, who had set him up on this particular blind date. So what if he hadn't been on a date in seven months? He'd been busy with school and open mic nights and trying to get discovered in this stupid city. He didn't need his nosy friends playing matchmaker.
"He's fun," Josh had said. Fun. Perhaps that's how Kris had ended up at this outdoor carnival on his Saturday afternoon, looking around for his blind date. Josh had given his date a picture of Kris as a way of finding him, but had conveniently lost the picture of the date. So Kris was stuck wandering around colorful stalls of games and prizes and food, hoping his date would find him in this chaos.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he spun around, praying his search was over. A mime was standing there, a handful of rainbow-colored balloons in his hand. He raised his eyebrows at Kris, holding out a balloon. Kris reached for it but the mime shook his head, holding up two fingers.
"Two dollars? For this balloon?" Kris hoped his are-you-fucking-serious tone was coming across.
The mime frowned, looking a pitiful mess, and Kris sighed, pulling two singles out of his wallet and handing them over to the mime. He cheered up instantly, picking the red balloon out of the mix and tying it around Kris's right wrist like a child. The mime blew him a kiss and then scampered off. Kris could never say no to a pout.
"Kris?" A voice came from behind him and he turned, spotting a man standing there, a very pretty man, an expectant look on his face.
"If I had known you came with a balloon, I might not have needed the picture." He held out his hand. "I'm Adam."
Kris reached to shake hands, groaning when he realized the balloon was floating between them. He moved his hand behind his back, adding the mime to his want-to-kill list. "Kris, obviously. Stupid mimes."
"Did he suck you in with the pout?" Adam asked, fighting back a smirk. Kris nodded, rolling his eyes. "I saw him do that to a little girl earlier, he's heartless."
Kris felt a laugh bubble up in him and he was surprised at how quickly his annoyance and embarrassment had faded into this easy feeling between them. He wondered if Adam had this affect on everyone or if it was something about them.
Adam nudged his side and motioned past the stalls. "Come on, I have an idea." He led them out of the commotion of the carnival to a hill just past the dunk-a-clown game. They walked away from the crowds to a patch of grass far from the trees.
Adam grabbed his wrist, untying the string easily. Kris's skin tingled a little where Adam's fingers had touched it and he swallowed hard, trying not to be disappointed when Adam let go of him.
"When you let go of a balloon, you're supposed to make a wish." Adam said it like it was fact, so Kris closed his eyes and tried to think of something he wanted. The wind picked up a bit and the string slipped from his hand before he could think of something, and he frowned.
He felt Adam step closer, his heat a suffocating presence. He wanted to open his eyes, see Adam this close, but something stopped him. He felt Adam's breath, warm and teasing on his lips.
Adam's mouth was soft on his. The kiss was a flutter of lips, barely a kiss. And it was over before Kris could even return it. He opened his eyes and smiled slowly, Adam's face coming into focus and just as pretty up close as he thought it would be. "Is that part of the balloon wish?"
Adam nodded. "The most important part."
Kris slipped his hand in Adam's and started back toward the carnival as an invitation. "Remind me to send Josh a thank you note."
Adam bumped his hip with Kris's and laughed. "You can sign it from both of us."
Author: nowheretogo26
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 596
Summary: He plays at the same park, on the same bench, to the same people every day. Today is not an ordinary day. [AU]
Notes: I took four random pictures and used them as prompts. Picture #1: http://i56.tinypic.com/s6rl15.jpg
Kris loves New York City. Sure, he misses home sometimes, his mama's cooking and his friends mostly, but he loves New York. He loves when it's almost winter and the air is cool and crisp, oranges and reds and browns swirling around him in a flurry. He loves walking to the little park down the block from him, sitting on his usual bench and pulling out his guitar to play for the squirrels and birds and occasional human.
He's running a little late if he wants to see Mrs. Jones, the bird-feeder, so he grabs his jacket from the counter and his guitar case and hurries out the door. He ducks his head against the wind, letting his feet carry him the familiar distance.
There's a row of identical benches in this little park. The first time Kris spotted the park on his way to find a job, he sat down on the one deepest in the trees. When he started strumming on his guitar, it was the first time he'd played his music in this giant city, and the first time he'd felt like he'd made the right decision moving here. Every day he plays at the park, he sits in the same spot and the feeling is the same every time. It's his bench.
Settling down in the usual spot, he takes out his guitar and tunes it mindlessly, his mind drifting everywhere else. His fingers start playing without a thought. A slower version of Come Together, a couple originals, and then Falling Slowly. He doesn't look up the entire time, letting the music just wash over him. It's his anchor, this feeling. It grounds him, gives him a sense of right.
When the final chord of Falling Slowly fades, he glances up to see a stranger standing in front of him. He's tall, very tall. His hands are stuffed in the pockets of a long black coat, mostly covering a pair of dark skinny jeans, tucked into snakeskin boots. He's watching Kris closely and the intensity is starting to make breathing a little difficult.
He clears his throat awkwardly. "Hi?"
"You're really good." The stranger's voice is smoother than Kris was expecting, but it washes over him like his music does.
"Thank you." He says it like he always does, like the compliment is sweet but not quite true, and he can tell the stranger is amused.
"No, you're really good. And really cute." He's smiling now and Kris is blushing. He swears he can blame it on the cold though and he will if asked. "Is your set done?"
Kris glances around to the empty park. Not even Mrs. Jones is there to listen to him today. "Uh... yeah, I guess."
"Because I'm really fucking cold and I could use some Starbucks. And possibly your number." The grin he gives him is cheeky and the pesky blush is back.
Kris stands up, setting his guitar back in its case, before turning to face the stranger again. "There's a Starbucks a couple of blocks from here."
"Perfect." He takes his hand out of his pocket long enough to loop his arm around Kris's like they've been friends for years. Kris thinks he should probably pull away. This is a strange man in a huge city and his mama warned him about that. But it feels nice being tucked into his side like this.
"My name is Kris," he offers, thinking this would at least make them not strangers anymore.
"Hi, Kris. I'm Adam."
"Adam," he tries the name out. "Nice to meet you."
---
Title: Telephone
Author: nowheretogo26
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 673
Summary: It takes a lot of courage to pick up the phone and dial those seven numbers. [HS AU - twisted their ages slightly]
Notes: Picture #2: http://i53.tinypic.com/2djsyzq.jpg
Adam was not afraid of anything. He was a senior in high school, the lead in the spring play, the best singer in their chorus. He had a full ride to two schools, but he'd turned them both down to move to LA after graduation to live the Big Dream, capitalization required. Plus he's gay - out and proud - even if that meant having to remind some jocks not to fuck with him, no matter how many guys he liked.
The thing is, he had this list. The list of things he wanted to do before he left that godawful school. And he'd done all of them - lead in the play, solo at the fall concert, tell my parents I'm gay - except one. 3. Ask a boy out on a date.
The problem was that there's this one boy. Adam was pretty sure this boy is not even gay, let alone interested in dating him, so there was really no point. But it was on his list and they were graduating in a couple months and it was now or never really.
His hand was sweaty on the phone. He'd been gripping onto it for the better part of the last hour. He knew the number, he'd memorized it months ago when the boy first gave it to him. He just had to pick up the phone, press those seven numbers, ask for Kris, and ask him out. Easy.
He inhaled shakily, his fingers pressing all the right buttons in the right order on the first try and suddenly, it was ringing.
"Hello?" The person who answered the phone had a really deep voice, probably Kris's dad.
Adam took a deep breath. Step one. "Can I, can I talk to Kris, please?"
"This is."
Shit. "This is Adam. Lambert. Adam Lambert."
"Hi, Adam!" Kris was calm and happy, the exact opposite of him. Adam kind of wanted to kill him because shouldn't his insides be gooey too?
"I had a... question." There you go, Adam. Good start.
"Yeah?"
Now or never. Now or never. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. "Did you, uhh... maybewannagoonadatesometime?" he mumbled, the words coming out in a jumbled mess. He hoped Kris understood him, because he wasn't sure he could say them again if he tried.
Kris apparently had the ears of a cat because he replied quickly enough. "A date? What did you have in mind?"
"You know... dinner, or a movie... or both... or coffee..." He was rambling, fuck. He stuffed the back of his hand to shut himself up.
"Dinner and a movie? You can do better than that, Adam..." Kris sounded teasing but Adam ran his hand through his hair, ready to rip it out by the roots.
He bit his bottom lip. This was not going how he'd hoped. He took another deep breath and said the first thing that came to mind, "There's a planetarium about an hour away, I've always wanted to go there..."
Kris was silent for awhile and Adam was just about ready to hang up. Obviously, he was not interested and this was just a huge failure. The list said 'ask a boy out'; it didn't specify actually going on a date. But then, "That sounds awesome."
Adam's heart stopped. "Really?"
"Yeah, really." He could hear Kris chuckling over the phone line and it made his stomach twist up in knots. "I could drive, if you want."
"Yeah, I... I want." He shook his head. Could he sound any dumber?
Kris didn't seem to notice. "Cool. I'll pick you up on Friday? Seven sound good?"
"Yeah, that sounds... perfect."
"See you then, Adam."
After Kris hung up, Adam held onto the phone for an embarrassing amount of time. The line clicked a few times and then the operator came on, directing him to hang up and he finally did.
He flopped back on his bed, his entire body shaking, and he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He had a date with Kris Allen.
---
Title: Soup
Author: nowheretogo26
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 598
Summary: Sometimes it's not about the soup. [future-fic, est. relationship]
Notes: Picture #3: http://i51.tinypic.com/v77gd2.jpg
Kris hates being sick. He barely ever gets sick, but when he does, it's really sick and it takes over his whole life. He can't get out of bed, can't make his own food or get dressed. He gets whiny and needy, and he hates it.
Adam had seen him sick once. They were on the Idol tour and it was so bad that he had to miss a show. But they had people then, people who were paid to take care of them. Kris hadn't felt so bad because they were getting paid to do it, but this was different.
***
"Kristopher Neil Allen, where the fuck are you?" Adam's voice is loud, too loud, and Kris cringes, burying his face deeper in his pillow. "I swear to god, when I find you I am going to ki- oh my god, are you okay?" Adam is suddenly at his side, his hand on Kris's forehead.
"I'm fine." Kris tries to sound reassuring but his voice comes out shaky and hoarse.
"Jesus, you're burning up. Did you take anything for it?"
Kris just shakes his head. "Too tired..."
"Why didn't you call me? I would have come over..." He's almost whispering now and Kris wants to kiss him as thanks, but he doesn't want Adam to get sick too. He leaves for tour in a week and he can't afford to be sick. Which is why Kris hadn't called him in the first place.
"Tour... can't... sick..." He groans, tugging the blankets closer.
"You are so stupid. Sweet, but stupid." Adam leans down to press a kiss to the top of Kris's head. "Try to get some sleep, okay. I'm not leaving, you can't make me." Kris feels Adam settle down next to him in the bed, his warmth a comfort as he drifts off.
***
When he wakes up, the first thing he notices is that Adam isn't there. The second thing he notices is the soup. The smell makes his stomach rumble and he props himself up a bit, noticing the tray on the table next to the bed. There's a bowl of a chicken noodle soup and a glass of water on a tray, and a piece of paper taped to the headboard.
Went to go run errands. Eat as much as you can. And take the meds!!!!! I'll be back soon. xo, Adam
Kris smiles, picking up the capsules on the tray and swallowing them both with a sip of water. He scoots back against the headboard, pulling the tray into his lap, eating the soup slowly. He finishes it before Adam gets back, curling back up under the blankets.
He's starting to drift off again when he hears the front door shut and familiar footsteps up the staircase, and then Adam is in the doorway, holding out a bag. "I got some stuff." Kris pats the empty space on the bed next to him, smiling when Adam sits there and starts pulling stuff out. "I got this football movie the guy at Blockbusters recommended and then some Gossip Girl for when you fall asleep and I can't watch that anymore... and some more Tylenol because you're out, and some puzzle books in case we don't kick this sickness in the ass by tomorrow and you're bored out of your mind, and-"
"Adam?" Kris's voice is soft but it shuts him up well enough.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks."
Kris slides over until he's pressed up against Adam's legs, wrapping his arms around his waist and burrowing close. Adam chuckles softly and runs his fingers through Kris's hair. "Anytime."
---
Title: Balloons
Author: nowheretogo26
Rating: PG
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Word Count: 699
Summary: He hates blind dates, but he kind of loves this one. [first date AU]
Notes: Picture #4: http://i56.tinypic.com/xri1l.jpg
Kris wanted to find whoever invented blind dates and kill them. He also wanted to kill his friend Josh, who had set him up on this particular blind date. So what if he hadn't been on a date in seven months? He'd been busy with school and open mic nights and trying to get discovered in this stupid city. He didn't need his nosy friends playing matchmaker.
"He's fun," Josh had said. Fun. Perhaps that's how Kris had ended up at this outdoor carnival on his Saturday afternoon, looking around for his blind date. Josh had given his date a picture of Kris as a way of finding him, but had conveniently lost the picture of the date. So Kris was stuck wandering around colorful stalls of games and prizes and food, hoping his date would find him in this chaos.
Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he spun around, praying his search was over. A mime was standing there, a handful of rainbow-colored balloons in his hand. He raised his eyebrows at Kris, holding out a balloon. Kris reached for it but the mime shook his head, holding up two fingers.
"Two dollars? For this balloon?" Kris hoped his are-you-fucking-serious tone was coming across.
The mime frowned, looking a pitiful mess, and Kris sighed, pulling two singles out of his wallet and handing them over to the mime. He cheered up instantly, picking the red balloon out of the mix and tying it around Kris's right wrist like a child. The mime blew him a kiss and then scampered off. Kris could never say no to a pout.
"Kris?" A voice came from behind him and he turned, spotting a man standing there, a very pretty man, an expectant look on his face.
"If I had known you came with a balloon, I might not have needed the picture." He held out his hand. "I'm Adam."
Kris reached to shake hands, groaning when he realized the balloon was floating between them. He moved his hand behind his back, adding the mime to his want-to-kill list. "Kris, obviously. Stupid mimes."
"Did he suck you in with the pout?" Adam asked, fighting back a smirk. Kris nodded, rolling his eyes. "I saw him do that to a little girl earlier, he's heartless."
Kris felt a laugh bubble up in him and he was surprised at how quickly his annoyance and embarrassment had faded into this easy feeling between them. He wondered if Adam had this affect on everyone or if it was something about them.
Adam nudged his side and motioned past the stalls. "Come on, I have an idea." He led them out of the commotion of the carnival to a hill just past the dunk-a-clown game. They walked away from the crowds to a patch of grass far from the trees.
Adam grabbed his wrist, untying the string easily. Kris's skin tingled a little where Adam's fingers had touched it and he swallowed hard, trying not to be disappointed when Adam let go of him.
"When you let go of a balloon, you're supposed to make a wish." Adam said it like it was fact, so Kris closed his eyes and tried to think of something he wanted. The wind picked up a bit and the string slipped from his hand before he could think of something, and he frowned.
He felt Adam step closer, his heat a suffocating presence. He wanted to open his eyes, see Adam this close, but something stopped him. He felt Adam's breath, warm and teasing on his lips.
Adam's mouth was soft on his. The kiss was a flutter of lips, barely a kiss. And it was over before Kris could even return it. He opened his eyes and smiled slowly, Adam's face coming into focus and just as pretty up close as he thought it would be. "Is that part of the balloon wish?"
Adam nodded. "The most important part."
Kris slipped his hand in Adam's and started back toward the carnival as an invitation. "Remind me to send Josh a thank you note."
Adam bumped his hip with Kris's and laughed. "You can sign it from both of us."