Persuasion
Title: Persuasion
Author: lolitaray
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,200
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Disclaimer: This is a total work of fiction
Notes: This is from the prompt by bright_lights28 - 'I have a thing for comforting forehead kisses. I'd love to see something dealing with Kris being sick on the tour or an established relationship moment with Adam taking care of a sick Kris and kissing him (while cuddling - of course!).'I went for the established relationship moment - hope it's okay bb.
"You're still sick," Adam says.
Kris ignores him, pushes the blankets aside (which really shouldn't be so much of an effort), and twists his head from side to side. It doesn't help to get rid of the congested feeling like he hopes, but it's only eight am, after all. Still early. And he really has to be at the studio by nine.
"Kris," Adam says. There's a tone in his voice that's similar to what Kris likes to think of as Adam's taking-control-of-what-he's-about-to-do-to-Kris-during-sex voice. Which is always good, but not what he wants right now because Kris has definitely got to be out the door in at least twenty minutes, and he doesn't need a toppy Adam trying to stop him. Especially before he's had his coffee.
"'M fine," Kris says, trying for the peaceful approach. He clears his throat, which is still scratchy despite the lemon and honey tea he had last night. Maybe a caffeine shot will fix it though. And it's not essential that he has to use his voice today. He has fingers that work without any problems. So, the plan can be a bit of guitar work, no drama. It'll be fine.
He'll be fine. "I'm not sick anymore," Kris says, trying not to cough.
"Yeah right," Adam says, sounding unfairly cynical as he comes closer to place a cool hand on Kris's forehead. "What a surprise, you're burning up. Get back in that bed now and I'll think about not saying 'I told you so'."
Kris tries not to sigh at Adam's hand, large and putting out some of the heat in his head before sliding down to his shoulder to squeeze Kris's sore muscles. It feels awesome, but he's not going to let on because Adam is trying to subtly pull him back into bed. And Kris hates the bed right now. Nothing personal towards it, it's usually a great bed that Adam spent like a million dollars on designing and finding, but he's hot, sweaty and feels horrible. Taking a shower would be worse though, because then he'd be wet and cold and horrible. Jeans and a shirt and studio is the best plan. The other guys won't care what he looks like. It's only Adam that notices these silly things. And it's not like he's dying or anything like that. "I'm totally fine," he protests, bending his head to kiss Adam's hand as an unspoken apology before lifting it off his shoulder.
"Sure, like on tour, right?" Adam persists flatly. "Like that time when you nearly passed out on stage singing."
"That's so not fair to bring that up," Kris says. He knows he should try for indignant but he's just too tired. "I can't believe you went there."
"Baby, I'm only just getting started," Adam tells him.
"I don't want to hear it," Kris says. He bends over to reach for his jeans which are right next to the bed but it's hard when he's this dizzy. Lying on his side and not bending right over helps though, so Kris reaches an arm over to flail around for a bit, trying not to meet Adam's eyes and give himself away. Luckily he manages to grab them on the second try. A couple of deep breaths help the nausea as well. "What's your point, anyway?" he asks when he's recovered a bit.
"My point is that you're a stubborn son of a bitch," Adam says.
"No, you are," Kris says. He pulls up his jeans lying down because Adam's looming over him, his eyes all creased in concern like Kris is some little frail old lady.
Adam doesn't reply to that, he just frowns and shakes his head a little. "Hmm."
"What?"
"Nothing," Adam says. He sits down on the bed and smiles at Kris. Which would be all fine and innocent except for the way he's looking at Kris's mouth.
"I know what I'm doing--" Kris begins, taken off-guard by the smile but Adam's already leaning in to kiss his neck, slow and sweet. Kris lets his head fall back automatically because it feels so good, and damn him for always knowing Kris's weakest point.
"You think you do," Adam says, when he breaks the kiss.
"I do--" Kris starts again, but then Adam's kissing his neck again, biting at the skin this time with a bit of tongue, and his power of speech is momentarily lost.
"Adam," Kris tries when Adam breaks the kiss, but his voice is a lot less convincing then before, even to his own ears.
Adam's hands slide down to hold onto Kris's, which were trying to do up his jeans. He pushes gently, holding Kris down. Kris shuts his eyes as he sinks back into the pillows; it's just easier this way, what with the dizziness and the sore throat and the fever.
And the way Adam keeps on kissing him.
Besides, it's too hard to move because Adam is over him like a warm, soothing blanket, his mouth moving to Kris's face now, scattering small kisses over his mouth, and eyes. They tickle and Kris can't help it, he laughs and wriggles his nose. Adam laughs softly with him, and rubs his nose against Kris's like an Eskimo. "You're so delicious," Adam tells him.
"You'll catch something," Kris says, because Adam's an idiot that never thinks. He's got a busier schedule at the moment than Gaga but instead of staying well away in some isolation room or in another house, he's pretty much lying on top of Kris, not only practically breathing in the same air, but making out with his germs as well.
"Catch what?" Adam says, moving to his neck again.
Kris tries to think. It's hard when his cock has a mind of it's own and all it wants to do is thrust up against Adam's thigh. From the way that Adam's grinding against him, he doesn't seem to have any concerns. "I'm sick," he finally manages, before whimpering in a really pathetic way when Adam slides a hand back down and into the front of his jeans.
"Yeah, I know that," Adam says, voice tender. "I told you before."
Kris is vaguely aware that he's been tricked, but the fact he should mind fades away when Adam whispers, "I don't care what I catch if I get to do this," before kissing him again. The dizziness doesn't seem to matter with this kind of distraction.
Except then Adam has to wreck everything by pulling back. "You'll stay in bed then?" Adam asks, and laughs when Kris thrusts up into his hand. "Or you could just get these off instead."
Kris reaches out to grab him around the neck and pull him down. "You fight dirty," he whispers.
"I've canceled the day," Adam says. "We can stay in bed together and I'll take care of you."
Kris doesn't have to take any time to deliberate that because, yes, okay, he wants it. "Yeah," he says, hands reaching around Adam's back to hang on tight. "Sometimes it's not a bad thing to take a day off, I guess."
"I totally agree," Adam says. He gives a smile that seems to light up the room, bangs flopping over his forehead, eyes shining. It makes something in Kris's chest catch, and it's not the sickness. "That's perfect."
Kris can't talk anymore, he's got to kiss Adam again, wet and sweet, and it is.
It's perfect.
Author: lolitaray
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,200
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Disclaimer: This is a total work of fiction
Notes: This is from the prompt by bright_lights28 - 'I have a thing for comforting forehead kisses. I'd love to see something dealing with Kris being sick on the tour or an established relationship moment with Adam taking care of a sick Kris and kissing him (while cuddling - of course!).'I went for the established relationship moment - hope it's okay bb.
"You're still sick," Adam says.
Kris ignores him, pushes the blankets aside (which really shouldn't be so much of an effort), and twists his head from side to side. It doesn't help to get rid of the congested feeling like he hopes, but it's only eight am, after all. Still early. And he really has to be at the studio by nine.
"Kris," Adam says. There's a tone in his voice that's similar to what Kris likes to think of as Adam's taking-control-of-what-he's-about-to-do-to-Kris-during-sex voice. Which is always good, but not what he wants right now because Kris has definitely got to be out the door in at least twenty minutes, and he doesn't need a toppy Adam trying to stop him. Especially before he's had his coffee.
"'M fine," Kris says, trying for the peaceful approach. He clears his throat, which is still scratchy despite the lemon and honey tea he had last night. Maybe a caffeine shot will fix it though. And it's not essential that he has to use his voice today. He has fingers that work without any problems. So, the plan can be a bit of guitar work, no drama. It'll be fine.
He'll be fine. "I'm not sick anymore," Kris says, trying not to cough.
"Yeah right," Adam says, sounding unfairly cynical as he comes closer to place a cool hand on Kris's forehead. "What a surprise, you're burning up. Get back in that bed now and I'll think about not saying 'I told you so'."
Kris tries not to sigh at Adam's hand, large and putting out some of the heat in his head before sliding down to his shoulder to squeeze Kris's sore muscles. It feels awesome, but he's not going to let on because Adam is trying to subtly pull him back into bed. And Kris hates the bed right now. Nothing personal towards it, it's usually a great bed that Adam spent like a million dollars on designing and finding, but he's hot, sweaty and feels horrible. Taking a shower would be worse though, because then he'd be wet and cold and horrible. Jeans and a shirt and studio is the best plan. The other guys won't care what he looks like. It's only Adam that notices these silly things. And it's not like he's dying or anything like that. "I'm totally fine," he protests, bending his head to kiss Adam's hand as an unspoken apology before lifting it off his shoulder.
"Sure, like on tour, right?" Adam persists flatly. "Like that time when you nearly passed out on stage singing."
"That's so not fair to bring that up," Kris says. He knows he should try for indignant but he's just too tired. "I can't believe you went there."
"Baby, I'm only just getting started," Adam tells him.
"I don't want to hear it," Kris says. He bends over to reach for his jeans which are right next to the bed but it's hard when he's this dizzy. Lying on his side and not bending right over helps though, so Kris reaches an arm over to flail around for a bit, trying not to meet Adam's eyes and give himself away. Luckily he manages to grab them on the second try. A couple of deep breaths help the nausea as well. "What's your point, anyway?" he asks when he's recovered a bit.
"My point is that you're a stubborn son of a bitch," Adam says.
"No, you are," Kris says. He pulls up his jeans lying down because Adam's looming over him, his eyes all creased in concern like Kris is some little frail old lady.
Adam doesn't reply to that, he just frowns and shakes his head a little. "Hmm."
"What?"
"Nothing," Adam says. He sits down on the bed and smiles at Kris. Which would be all fine and innocent except for the way he's looking at Kris's mouth.
"I know what I'm doing--" Kris begins, taken off-guard by the smile but Adam's already leaning in to kiss his neck, slow and sweet. Kris lets his head fall back automatically because it feels so good, and damn him for always knowing Kris's weakest point.
"You think you do," Adam says, when he breaks the kiss.
"I do--" Kris starts again, but then Adam's kissing his neck again, biting at the skin this time with a bit of tongue, and his power of speech is momentarily lost.
"Adam," Kris tries when Adam breaks the kiss, but his voice is a lot less convincing then before, even to his own ears.
Adam's hands slide down to hold onto Kris's, which were trying to do up his jeans. He pushes gently, holding Kris down. Kris shuts his eyes as he sinks back into the pillows; it's just easier this way, what with the dizziness and the sore throat and the fever.
And the way Adam keeps on kissing him.
Besides, it's too hard to move because Adam is over him like a warm, soothing blanket, his mouth moving to Kris's face now, scattering small kisses over his mouth, and eyes. They tickle and Kris can't help it, he laughs and wriggles his nose. Adam laughs softly with him, and rubs his nose against Kris's like an Eskimo. "You're so delicious," Adam tells him.
"You'll catch something," Kris says, because Adam's an idiot that never thinks. He's got a busier schedule at the moment than Gaga but instead of staying well away in some isolation room or in another house, he's pretty much lying on top of Kris, not only practically breathing in the same air, but making out with his germs as well.
"Catch what?" Adam says, moving to his neck again.
Kris tries to think. It's hard when his cock has a mind of it's own and all it wants to do is thrust up against Adam's thigh. From the way that Adam's grinding against him, he doesn't seem to have any concerns. "I'm sick," he finally manages, before whimpering in a really pathetic way when Adam slides a hand back down and into the front of his jeans.
"Yeah, I know that," Adam says, voice tender. "I told you before."
Kris is vaguely aware that he's been tricked, but the fact he should mind fades away when Adam whispers, "I don't care what I catch if I get to do this," before kissing him again. The dizziness doesn't seem to matter with this kind of distraction.
Except then Adam has to wreck everything by pulling back. "You'll stay in bed then?" Adam asks, and laughs when Kris thrusts up into his hand. "Or you could just get these off instead."
Kris reaches out to grab him around the neck and pull him down. "You fight dirty," he whispers.
"I've canceled the day," Adam says. "We can stay in bed together and I'll take care of you."
Kris doesn't have to take any time to deliberate that because, yes, okay, he wants it. "Yeah," he says, hands reaching around Adam's back to hang on tight. "Sometimes it's not a bad thing to take a day off, I guess."
"I totally agree," Adam says. He gives a smile that seems to light up the room, bangs flopping over his forehead, eyes shining. It makes something in Kris's chest catch, and it's not the sickness. "That's perfect."
Kris can't talk anymore, he's got to kiss Adam again, wet and sweet, and it is.
It's perfect.