First Kradam fic!
Got this ridiculous idea and decided to write it and share with you lovely folks.
Title: Beach Bumming
Author:
preach_electric
Rating: PG-13, for language, implied sexual situations.
Disclaimer: Fakey McFakerson.
Summary: Adam takes Kris to the Bahamas after the tour for a short getaway, but the vacation fun is ruined at first when they run into Danny. Mostly Kradam fluff and making bad jokes at Danny's expense.
"So, this was a good idea," Adam says softly as he throws his suitcase onto one bed, glancing over at Kris. Kris nods weakly, fumbling with his room key before stuffing it in his pocket and turning to gaze out the window.
Adam frowns, knowing that the tiny idol was exhausted from touring and recording. It didn't help that he and Katy were in the stage where they quarreled over the tiniest things. Kris was burnt-out and Adam knew he needed a vacation. So he wasn't too surprised when Kris eagerly agreed to a four-day outing to the Bahamas for a boys-only break. Adam couldn't help but feel incredibly giddy for the past week, considering it would be the first time he'd actually spent time alone with Kris since the finale. Adam digs into his suitcase, pulling out his camera and sunblock.
"Well, let's slather up and head out, Allen," Adam finally says, tossing the sunblock at Kris when he turns around.
---
"Oh, this is nice!" Kris says, kicking off his sandals on the beach and digging his toes in the sand. Adam grins, mimicking him and crossing his arms as he peers out into the ocean. They're sharing comfortable silence when a familiar voice makes its way to their ears.
"Hi there, folks! Would you like to hear a song? I have a wide repertoire, you know."
Adam turns to Kris, then glances down the beach. Adam squints, searching out the source of the voice, his eyes widening in shock, then disgust when he finds it.
"Jesus fucking Christ, it's Gokey. Of all the fucking people," Adam hisses, slapping a hand to his forehead. Kris turns and searches for Danny, spotting him by a few younger girls, all clad in bikinis.
"Is he wearing... a fanny pack?" Kris mutters, nudging his feet back into his sandals. Adam bursts into laughter, nearly doubling over while clutching his stomach.
Danny's raspy voice carries down the beach, some Lionel Ritchie tune that Kris can't really recall. Adam finally recovers, turning away from where Danny's voice is trailing down the beach.
"Let's take the long way back to the hotel, please." Adam groans, lazily hooking his arm through Kris' and pulling him away.
---
Adam checks his eyeliner once more in the mirrors in the hotel lobby that night as they head out toward the giant beach party. Adam's already had a few weak cocktails in the room while getting ready, enough to feel even more outrageous than usual. Kris brushes a hand through his messy spiked do, giving a shrug and heading to the door.
"Wait a fucking minute, Kris, geez!" Adam shouts a little too loudly, brushing his hair into place one more time, "And come'ere real quick. Your shirt's too buttoned."
"Too buttoned?" Kris asks in amusement and finds himself staring up in Adam's eyes for a moment before tilting his head slightly to watch Adam's fingers working open two more buttons on the tight black shirt.
"Mhm, too buttoned. Too many buttons. Not enough skin, whatever. Just - it doesn't matter. It's fixed. Let's get some drank on, Allen!" Adam explains, then throws his best gangster peace sign on the last sentence. They turn and walk out the doors, heading toward the party. It only takes a few steps before a waiter slides over with a tray of champagne. Adam snatches one and Kris declines, making his way to the actual bar.
"Getting smashed tonight, Mister American Idol?" Adam questioned, taking a long swig of the amber liquid, his eyes glinting in the light from the tiki torches.
"Just... enjoying myself more than usual is all." Kris smiles and signals the bartender. He takes his beer and they turn toward the crowd of people gathering around the small dance floor and the bonfire. Adam finishes off his champagne and orders a banana daquiri before they venture into the crowd.
Adam immediately curses, taking a long drink from his daiquiri and rolling his eyes.
"What?"
"Three guesses and the first two don't count." Adam mutters, his eyes darting off to the left.
Danny is on the dance floor, wearing a shimmery red shirt that looks like it fell out of Adam's reject pile and into Danny's suitcase. He's doing disco rolls and strutting around and dancing with the air again and Kris and Adam cringe.
"He's... thrusting. A lot." Kris says quietly, downing the rest of his beer in one gulp.
"He's drinking a Bahama Mama," Adam adds, shaking his head, "I wonder if he realizes how much of a girl he is right now."
Kris snorts, nodding toward the bartender who appears with another icy beer in hand.
It's then when Danny looks over, meeting Kris' eyes.
"Fuck." Kris says simply when Danny gives a little flourish wave and starts to walk in their direction. He pauses for a minute to do a few salsa moves with a lone dancing girl, who promptly frowns and backs away a few paces. Danny laughs awkwardly, making his way back to the pair.
Adam's slugging down his drink now, slurping quickly through his straw.
"Hey, Kris! Adam! Fancy seeing you two in the Bahamas!" Danny shouts, despite being right in front of them. Adam cringes, tossing out his straw and tipping up his glass while nodding in acknowledgement.
"Hi, Danny. What are you doing here?" Kris grumbles, not bothering to hide how annoyed he feels.
"Oh, just, you know, relaxin'! Taking time off and enjoying the tropical flavor!" Danny shouts some more and Adam clearly groans into his glass. He finally finishes it off and slams it down on the counter, startling the girl at the bar next to him.
"Sounds great, Gokes. Listen, good seeing you. We're a little sleepy, I think. Yeah. We're gonna go." Adam rattles off quickly, jerking Kris' arm.
"Oh, you two came together?" Danny questions, his voice reaching a funny pitch, "Okay... well enjoy, uh, sleep."
Adam grabs yet another champagne from a waiter and drains it even quicker than the first.
"Dude, you're gonna be traaashed soon. And you were kind of an ass to Gokey." Kris laughs, slipping his arm under Adam's again.
"Whatever, I need alcohol. Seeing Danny Gokey twice in one day is enough to drive anyone to alcoholism. Fuck it." Adam mumbles, the alcohol hitting him quickly. They stagger into the lobby and to the elevators, stopping for Kris to pitch his empty beer bottle.
Adam nearly tumbles into the elevator when the doors slide open, Kris shuffling in after him.
"Okay, yeah, a little trashed. Four for youuuuu, Krissofer." Adam giggles a little and Kris snorts, letting his head drop against the back wall of the elevator. Adam pulls himself to his full height, the motion clearly a job for him in his state. He shuffles over to Kris and places his hands on each side of him, his sweaty palms squeaking slightly as they rub against the cool metal.
"Hey, hey, hey, Kris," Adam stage-whispers, leaning over slightly and wobbling. He plants his face in Kris' hair, letting out a happy sigh.
"Uh, yeah?" Kris asks, waving his arms around in confusion before settling on resting his hands on Adam's hips.
"Nothin'." Adam replies, sighing again. Kris snorts in amusement for the umpteenth time that night, his face pressed against Adam's bare chest.
Finally, the elevator doors slide open and Adam suddenly jolts and backs away from Kris. Adam shuffles out of the elevator and Kris follows, giving a non-committal, though confused shrug.
"Well, uh, night Kris!" Adam shouts, fumbling with his key card and missing the slot three times before Kris takes it from him.
"We're not done drinking, damnit." Kris pockets the key and opens his room. Adam turns and shakes his head.
"'m tired. Key, Krissofer." He slurs, still shaking his head. Kris quirks an eyebrow, leaning on the door.
"Get over it, come on. Don't let Gokey rain on the parade." Kris pleads, wiggling a finger at Adam. Adam finally gives in and follows him into his room.
---
Kris wakes up tangled in his sheets, naked. He stretches his legs, feeling something hard by his foot. He sits up and finds Adam splayed out on the floor, also naked, with one foot kicked up onto the bed. He's snoring softly, his face planted in the fuzzy carpet.
Kris simply shakes his head, glancing at his phone. There's a text from Katy and a missed call from Gokey of all people.
"Oh, there goes the morning surprise." Kris mutters to no one in particular and figures he might as well return Danny's call.
"Morning, Kris! I was kind of worried when you didn't return my call? Did the two of you get back to your rooms okay? Didn't get too drunk did ya?" Danny rattles off when he answers, barely taking a breath.
"Uh, okay? Morning? We got back fine... and there's no problem with having a couple drinks too many once in a while." Kris chuckles and glances at Adam again.
"Oh well... I was concerned that you were here... with Adam." Danny mutters softly, getting to the point for once.
"Why the hell are you concerned about that?"
"It's just... you know..."
"Ohhhh, I see. Just because two guys can't have a guy's weekend out if one is gay? Is that it, Danny?" Kris nearly hisses into the phone, feeling rage build in his stomach.
"No, no, no-"
"I think that's exactly what you mean. But it's not anything of your concern, Danny. Adam brought me out here for a break and I'm going to enjoy it. Have a nice vacation, Danny." Kris spat out in reply, hanging up the phone and slamming it down on the nightstand.
"Awwww! Did my fierce rub off on you last night, Allen?" Adam's voice is rough and gritty, a contrast from his usual velvet-y tone. Kris laughs and tosses a pillow his way.
---
Kris nearly vomits when they enter the restaurant, the smell of food churning the alcohol still in his stomach. He groans, sitting at the table anyway.
"You okay?" Adam asks, pouring a glass of water and handing it to Kris.
"Mhm, just fine." He mutters, taking a gulp and looking around the restaurant. His stomach settles for a moment, then churns once more when he catches sight of Gokey yet again.
"Jesus," Kris moans, dropping his head on the table. Adam bursts into laughter, reaching across and running his fingers through Kris' hair in pity. Adam notices Gokey looking his way, curiosity visible behind his frames.
"My God, Kris, I think he's wearing thos glasses that shift to sunglasses when you're outside. Oh my God!" Adam exclaims, tugging gently on Kris' hair to pull him up for a look. Kris turns and looks, letting out a few giggles.
"Yup, he is," Kris turns, trying to contain his laughter, "He can't help it he's Danny Gokey."
This time Adam's dropping his head onto the table, slapping his hands on the surface for good measure.
---
That night, they find it much more fun to have another party on their own, this time in Adam's room. They decide room service is the best plan to minimize Gokey sightings and it works fantastic for the next three days.
---fin---
Comments are love<3
And I suppose I need an author tag now? :)
Title: Beach Bumming
Author:
preach_electric
Rating: PG-13, for language, implied sexual situations.
Disclaimer: Fakey McFakerson.
Summary: Adam takes Kris to the Bahamas after the tour for a short getaway, but the vacation fun is ruined at first when they run into Danny. Mostly Kradam fluff and making bad jokes at Danny's expense.
"So, this was a good idea," Adam says softly as he throws his suitcase onto one bed, glancing over at Kris. Kris nods weakly, fumbling with his room key before stuffing it in his pocket and turning to gaze out the window.
Adam frowns, knowing that the tiny idol was exhausted from touring and recording. It didn't help that he and Katy were in the stage where they quarreled over the tiniest things. Kris was burnt-out and Adam knew he needed a vacation. So he wasn't too surprised when Kris eagerly agreed to a four-day outing to the Bahamas for a boys-only break. Adam couldn't help but feel incredibly giddy for the past week, considering it would be the first time he'd actually spent time alone with Kris since the finale. Adam digs into his suitcase, pulling out his camera and sunblock.
"Well, let's slather up and head out, Allen," Adam finally says, tossing the sunblock at Kris when he turns around.
---
"Oh, this is nice!" Kris says, kicking off his sandals on the beach and digging his toes in the sand. Adam grins, mimicking him and crossing his arms as he peers out into the ocean. They're sharing comfortable silence when a familiar voice makes its way to their ears.
"Hi there, folks! Would you like to hear a song? I have a wide repertoire, you know."
Adam turns to Kris, then glances down the beach. Adam squints, searching out the source of the voice, his eyes widening in shock, then disgust when he finds it.
"Jesus fucking Christ, it's Gokey. Of all the fucking people," Adam hisses, slapping a hand to his forehead. Kris turns and searches for Danny, spotting him by a few younger girls, all clad in bikinis.
"Is he wearing... a fanny pack?" Kris mutters, nudging his feet back into his sandals. Adam bursts into laughter, nearly doubling over while clutching his stomach.
Danny's raspy voice carries down the beach, some Lionel Ritchie tune that Kris can't really recall. Adam finally recovers, turning away from where Danny's voice is trailing down the beach.
"Let's take the long way back to the hotel, please." Adam groans, lazily hooking his arm through Kris' and pulling him away.
---
Adam checks his eyeliner once more in the mirrors in the hotel lobby that night as they head out toward the giant beach party. Adam's already had a few weak cocktails in the room while getting ready, enough to feel even more outrageous than usual. Kris brushes a hand through his messy spiked do, giving a shrug and heading to the door.
"Wait a fucking minute, Kris, geez!" Adam shouts a little too loudly, brushing his hair into place one more time, "And come'ere real quick. Your shirt's too buttoned."
"Too buttoned?" Kris asks in amusement and finds himself staring up in Adam's eyes for a moment before tilting his head slightly to watch Adam's fingers working open two more buttons on the tight black shirt.
"Mhm, too buttoned. Too many buttons. Not enough skin, whatever. Just - it doesn't matter. It's fixed. Let's get some drank on, Allen!" Adam explains, then throws his best gangster peace sign on the last sentence. They turn and walk out the doors, heading toward the party. It only takes a few steps before a waiter slides over with a tray of champagne. Adam snatches one and Kris declines, making his way to the actual bar.
"Getting smashed tonight, Mister American Idol?" Adam questioned, taking a long swig of the amber liquid, his eyes glinting in the light from the tiki torches.
"Just... enjoying myself more than usual is all." Kris smiles and signals the bartender. He takes his beer and they turn toward the crowd of people gathering around the small dance floor and the bonfire. Adam finishes off his champagne and orders a banana daquiri before they venture into the crowd.
Adam immediately curses, taking a long drink from his daiquiri and rolling his eyes.
"What?"
"Three guesses and the first two don't count." Adam mutters, his eyes darting off to the left.
Danny is on the dance floor, wearing a shimmery red shirt that looks like it fell out of Adam's reject pile and into Danny's suitcase. He's doing disco rolls and strutting around and dancing with the air again and Kris and Adam cringe.
"He's... thrusting. A lot." Kris says quietly, downing the rest of his beer in one gulp.
"He's drinking a Bahama Mama," Adam adds, shaking his head, "I wonder if he realizes how much of a girl he is right now."
Kris snorts, nodding toward the bartender who appears with another icy beer in hand.
It's then when Danny looks over, meeting Kris' eyes.
"Fuck." Kris says simply when Danny gives a little flourish wave and starts to walk in their direction. He pauses for a minute to do a few salsa moves with a lone dancing girl, who promptly frowns and backs away a few paces. Danny laughs awkwardly, making his way back to the pair.
Adam's slugging down his drink now, slurping quickly through his straw.
"Hey, Kris! Adam! Fancy seeing you two in the Bahamas!" Danny shouts, despite being right in front of them. Adam cringes, tossing out his straw and tipping up his glass while nodding in acknowledgement.
"Hi, Danny. What are you doing here?" Kris grumbles, not bothering to hide how annoyed he feels.
"Oh, just, you know, relaxin'! Taking time off and enjoying the tropical flavor!" Danny shouts some more and Adam clearly groans into his glass. He finally finishes it off and slams it down on the counter, startling the girl at the bar next to him.
"Sounds great, Gokes. Listen, good seeing you. We're a little sleepy, I think. Yeah. We're gonna go." Adam rattles off quickly, jerking Kris' arm.
"Oh, you two came together?" Danny questions, his voice reaching a funny pitch, "Okay... well enjoy, uh, sleep."
Adam grabs yet another champagne from a waiter and drains it even quicker than the first.
"Dude, you're gonna be traaashed soon. And you were kind of an ass to Gokey." Kris laughs, slipping his arm under Adam's again.
"Whatever, I need alcohol. Seeing Danny Gokey twice in one day is enough to drive anyone to alcoholism. Fuck it." Adam mumbles, the alcohol hitting him quickly. They stagger into the lobby and to the elevators, stopping for Kris to pitch his empty beer bottle.
Adam nearly tumbles into the elevator when the doors slide open, Kris shuffling in after him.
"Okay, yeah, a little trashed. Four for youuuuu, Krissofer." Adam giggles a little and Kris snorts, letting his head drop against the back wall of the elevator. Adam pulls himself to his full height, the motion clearly a job for him in his state. He shuffles over to Kris and places his hands on each side of him, his sweaty palms squeaking slightly as they rub against the cool metal.
"Hey, hey, hey, Kris," Adam stage-whispers, leaning over slightly and wobbling. He plants his face in Kris' hair, letting out a happy sigh.
"Uh, yeah?" Kris asks, waving his arms around in confusion before settling on resting his hands on Adam's hips.
"Nothin'." Adam replies, sighing again. Kris snorts in amusement for the umpteenth time that night, his face pressed against Adam's bare chest.
Finally, the elevator doors slide open and Adam suddenly jolts and backs away from Kris. Adam shuffles out of the elevator and Kris follows, giving a non-committal, though confused shrug.
"Well, uh, night Kris!" Adam shouts, fumbling with his key card and missing the slot three times before Kris takes it from him.
"We're not done drinking, damnit." Kris pockets the key and opens his room. Adam turns and shakes his head.
"'m tired. Key, Krissofer." He slurs, still shaking his head. Kris quirks an eyebrow, leaning on the door.
"Get over it, come on. Don't let Gokey rain on the parade." Kris pleads, wiggling a finger at Adam. Adam finally gives in and follows him into his room.
---
Kris wakes up tangled in his sheets, naked. He stretches his legs, feeling something hard by his foot. He sits up and finds Adam splayed out on the floor, also naked, with one foot kicked up onto the bed. He's snoring softly, his face planted in the fuzzy carpet.
Kris simply shakes his head, glancing at his phone. There's a text from Katy and a missed call from Gokey of all people.
"Oh, there goes the morning surprise." Kris mutters to no one in particular and figures he might as well return Danny's call.
"Morning, Kris! I was kind of worried when you didn't return my call? Did the two of you get back to your rooms okay? Didn't get too drunk did ya?" Danny rattles off when he answers, barely taking a breath.
"Uh, okay? Morning? We got back fine... and there's no problem with having a couple drinks too many once in a while." Kris chuckles and glances at Adam again.
"Oh well... I was concerned that you were here... with Adam." Danny mutters softly, getting to the point for once.
"Why the hell are you concerned about that?"
"It's just... you know..."
"Ohhhh, I see. Just because two guys can't have a guy's weekend out if one is gay? Is that it, Danny?" Kris nearly hisses into the phone, feeling rage build in his stomach.
"No, no, no-"
"I think that's exactly what you mean. But it's not anything of your concern, Danny. Adam brought me out here for a break and I'm going to enjoy it. Have a nice vacation, Danny." Kris spat out in reply, hanging up the phone and slamming it down on the nightstand.
"Awwww! Did my fierce rub off on you last night, Allen?" Adam's voice is rough and gritty, a contrast from his usual velvet-y tone. Kris laughs and tosses a pillow his way.
---
Kris nearly vomits when they enter the restaurant, the smell of food churning the alcohol still in his stomach. He groans, sitting at the table anyway.
"You okay?" Adam asks, pouring a glass of water and handing it to Kris.
"Mhm, just fine." He mutters, taking a gulp and looking around the restaurant. His stomach settles for a moment, then churns once more when he catches sight of Gokey yet again.
"Jesus," Kris moans, dropping his head on the table. Adam bursts into laughter, reaching across and running his fingers through Kris' hair in pity. Adam notices Gokey looking his way, curiosity visible behind his frames.
"My God, Kris, I think he's wearing thos glasses that shift to sunglasses when you're outside. Oh my God!" Adam exclaims, tugging gently on Kris' hair to pull him up for a look. Kris turns and looks, letting out a few giggles.
"Yup, he is," Kris turns, trying to contain his laughter, "He can't help it he's Danny Gokey."
This time Adam's dropping his head onto the table, slapping his hands on the surface for good measure.
---
That night, they find it much more fun to have another party on their own, this time in Adam's room. They decide room service is the best plan to minimize Gokey sightings and it works fantastic for the next three days.
---fin---
Comments are love<3
And I suppose I need an author tag now? :)