A LITTLE KRISMAS (Oneshot)
A LITTLE KRISMAS
A Kradam Holiday Special
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Excessive amounts of schmoop and LOL.
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Summary: Adam Lambert was a man on a mission-a mission to create the perfect Christmas for Kris.
Disclaimers: I own no one and nothing. Bah. Tommy’s heart is obviously mine, though.
Note: Here’s a short, feel-good Christmas present to all my readers and fellow Kradam fans around the world. Have a good holiday, everyone! Eat lots, stay safe and give love.
It was Christmas Eve, and Adam Lambert was in the mood to kill someone and leave the body in a ditch somewhere. He was in the mood for perfection tonight, but his friends were, well…not being perfect at all. What kind of Santa had elves that complained all the time, reindeer that got distracted every five minutes, a snowman that grumbled and a Christmas angel that kept tripping over her gown?
This was far from perfection. Far, far, far from it. His dreams of giving his poor, sick boyfriend the perfect Christmas were over.
“Whoa, look at that traffic jam!” Sasha Mallory exclaimed, gesticulating wildly at the scene unfolding in front of Adam’s feral gaze. “I don’t think we’re going to get to Adam’s in time.”
Adam buried his face in his hands and groaned. Ever since Kris had come down with a cold last Monday, Adam had been making plans and scurrying around in secret to give him the best Christmas imaginable. His idea involved forcing his stage troupe into donning glammed up holiday costumes to serve as part of Glam Santa’s (that would be Adam himself, of course) special Krismas entourage. The idea was to cheer Kris up by delivering a sack of gift items from their family and friends coupled with a midnight snack of take-out and a bottle of bubbly. It was quite a simple plan, but the universe was just not on Adam’s side at the moment, and it pissed him off to epic proportions.
“If you must know, I got you a punching bag for the holidays,” Tommy Joe Ratliff declared. “Perhaps you can vent your anger on that when we reach your area of residence in two hours’ time.”
“Don’t start with me, Tommy,” Adam scowled. “The universe is ruining Kris’ perfect Christmas, and I am ready to toss someone out of this vehicle as a byproduct of my rage.”
“You have like, nearly a million followers on Twitter,” Taylor Green said lightly, toying with the edge of his faux antlers. “Do you think some of these people on the road could be them? Maybe they’ll part like the Red Sea if you perform a Christmas miracle.”
“I don’t know about that, sweetie,” Terrance Spencer quipped. “Adam’s not exactly Jesus.”
“Somehow, I don’t think this is a sign of your impending doom, Adam,” Monte Pittman chastised him. “The only thing that’s causing this jam is a minor scuffle between a Toyota Camry and some cab. As soon as the cops redirect the traffic flow, we’ll be out of there in no time.”
“Oh, thank fuck!” Adam threw his hands up in relief. “Things are still going to go according to plan, and Kris won’t hate me for not being home on Christmas.”
He smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in his glittery black velvet suit, trying to distract himself from staring at the awful blinking lights outside. It was unfair enough that Kris was dealing with a runny nose during his favorite time of the year, but life just had to make everything worse by being a bitch. This was the very first Christmas they were going to spend as a couple, and it meant so much more to Adam than anything else ever would.
“Smile, Lambert,” Camila Grey ordered, pushing his lips upwards in an odd attempt to make him smile. “No good Santa should be distributing presents while looking like the universe just denied him a flaming headdress. Do you think Kris’ Christmas would be perfect if you walk through the door with that face on? The boy would be crushed.”
“I change my mind; you are the most rockin’ Christmas angel a Glam Santa could ever ask for,” Adam grinned. “I’m not even pissed at how you keep tripping in that Vera Wang gown anymore.”
“Well, at least it’s good for something,” Cam rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “It still makes me feel sickeningly ladylike; I also feel like I’m about to walk down the aisle.”
Feeling his spirits lift a little, Adam busied himself by double-checking the contents of his Santa sack in accordance to his carefully prepared list, making sure they had everything. If nothing else would go awry beyond this point, Adam was positive he was going to arrive at his house a grinning fool.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“There is no way in hell that I am going to get up on that roof and slide down that chimney,” Tommy huffed indignantly. “Besides, you’ve got your myths all mixed up; it’s Santa that travels by chimney, not his fucking elves.”
“…I have no intentions of getting stuck there and having to wiggle my butt away as you guys attempt a heroic rescue,” Adam shot back. “Anyway, who said we have to follow the Christmas myths detail per detail? We can just sneak in through the back door and surprise him.”
“Is my Frosty costume going to fit through the back door?”
“Will the giant My Little Pony plushie you forced me to get Kris fit through the back door?”
“Won’t my reindeer antlers die if I walk through the back door?”
“Isaac! Will you please stop taking pictures of the reindeer and get back over here?”
Adam wanted to die. He wanted to burrow himself under a mound of snow and die. Somehow, they had arrived at his place in one piece; he thought the chaos would end there. His friends, however, were behaving likes pains in the butt again.
“Look, I’m not going to ask anyone to do anything embarrassing, alright?” he sighed. “All I want you guys to do is to walk through that door; pretend you’re happy and make Kris smile.”
“Oh, honey,” Brooke Wendle shook her head. “We are happy; this is the first time we’ve seen you care enough to make Christmas special for someone you’re in love with. We’re behaving like a bunch of loons because we’re so excited that you asked us to help you with this.”
“That’s why I keep taking pictures, too,” Isaac Carpenter added. “I want to document as many Kradam moments as I can so y’all have a reason to coo and shit when we’re old and grey.”
“What they said,” Tommy nodded. “Point is, this is kickawesome shit. We all love you and Kris, so we want this to be as memorable as possible--fuck, Adam, please don’t cry and ask for a group hug.”
“…you guys are seriously the best friends ever,” Adam’s eyes lit up. “This is going to be so amazing and Kris will be so happy! Come on; let’s get this show started. I’m going to unlock the door and yell out that I’m home. As soon as I enter, you all troop in after me, okay?”
“I think we can live with that,” Monte grinned, slipping the Frosty mask back over his head. “As long as none of you punch a hole in my styro outfit, everything’s going to be fine.”
“And no crashing into me,” Tommy scowled. “Because the bells will fucking jingle.”
“You don’t like jingling, Tommy?” Taylor asked, confused.
“Okay, people,” Cam clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “We can have our nonsensical conversations later when both halves of Kradam are happy and smiling.”
Relieved, Adam thanked her with a peck on the cheek before heading into the house, quietly unlocking the back door with his key. The sight of the unwashed coffee mug in the kitchen sink was a sign that Kris was still awake and well enough to putter around.
“Babe?” he cautiously called out.
“Welcome home, Adam. Come to the living room; I’m lonely and cold.”
Adam bit his lip in a futile attempt to fight the dopey grin that was threatening to take over his face. He waved at his friends to follow, and then closed the door behind Terrance, hauling the sack over his shoulder as he sauntered into the living room.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
“…oh my god.”
Adam laughed as Kris Allen hopped on over to him, legs tangled in the large blanket he’d wrapped around himself, eyes as wide as a cartoon character’s own. An ear-splitting grin broke out on his face, and he practically dove into Adam’s arms, giggling like a small child.
“You brought me Christmas! And Tommy is an elf!”
“Merry Christmas, Kris,” Terrance grinned. “We brought back some presents from everybody. Oh, Brad said to tell you that the neon purple dildo is from him; he didn’t want to wrap it because it would blend in with the rest.”
“Kris!” Taylor tucked himself under Kris’ arm, looking every bit the happy reindeer that he was. “I bought you pie! I got you the strawberry-flavored one because I thought it would look nice with the candy cane pajamas I got you for your birthday.”
“Oh my god, I love you all!” Kris exclaimed. “This is just so awesome. I’m sorry I don’t have anything amazing for you to eat; I wasn’t expecting this at all.”
“We came prepared,” Isaac grinned, gesturing to the large boxes of pizza on the kitchen table. “Tommy and I made a few phone calls to Yellow Cab and Del Taco for some good ole junk food. Glam Santa here promised that he would risk his diet to partake in the festivities.”
“Why, Santa; I’m impressed,” Kris chuckled, winding his legs around Adam’s waist as the latter carried him back onto the sofa. “Isaac, I need tons of pictures of Adam eating pepperoni pizza, okay?”
“I’ll take enough to fill an album!”
Adam sighed happily as he nosed his way into Kris’ hair, allowing the warmth and the good cheer of his surroundings to wash over him. Brooke and Sasha were busy preparing the food, Taylor and Terrance were doing a silly little dance to some Christmas song playing on the iPod dock, Monte was bringing out the booze, Tommy was rifling through their DVD collection for a good movie, and Isaac was capturing everything on camera. Smiling, he pressed a kiss to Kris’ forehead and squeezed him tightly, feeling lucky to have such an amazing, adorable boyfriend.
“You’re like, the best Glam Santa in the universe,” Kris beamed at him. “I know you don’t usually celebrate Christmas, so I’m really touched that you went through all this for me. Thanks so much, baby. I love you more than anything else.”
“I’m glad you’re happy, Kris,” Adam reached for a Kleenex to dab at Kris’ runny nose. “I know how much you miss the kind of Christmas we usually have when we visit your parents, so I thought I could bring some holiday cheer home to you. I know this isn’t much, but everyone put their heart into it. I need to send them all fruit baskets because they put up with my bitching and whining.”
“Because Glam Santa will do absolutely anything to make sure his Mrs. Claus is happy,” Kris said cheekily. “Maybe we can throw an awesome New Year’s Day party as a token of thanks.”
“Sounds good,” Adam agreed. “But for now, I want to enjoy this. I don’t celebrate Christmas, but I do understand that it’s a day of giving and showing love to the people who are important to you. Right now, I have you and my dearest friends, and there’s nothing I would want more.”
“…what about a puppy and a five-year-old ginger boy running around the house?”
“Someday, baby. Maybe those will be my Christmas presents to you in a few years.”
Adam laughed and pulled Kris in for a kiss. He loved the kind of life he was living, and there was nothing in the world he would trade for it. Dogs and kids could wait, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t make an appearance in the not-so-distant future.
It was something well worth thinking about.
A Kradam Holiday Special
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Excessive amounts of schmoop and LOL.
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Summary: Adam Lambert was a man on a mission-a mission to create the perfect Christmas for Kris.
Disclaimers: I own no one and nothing. Bah. Tommy’s heart is obviously mine, though.
Note: Here’s a short, feel-good Christmas present to all my readers and fellow Kradam fans around the world. Have a good holiday, everyone! Eat lots, stay safe and give love.
It was Christmas Eve, and Adam Lambert was in the mood to kill someone and leave the body in a ditch somewhere. He was in the mood for perfection tonight, but his friends were, well…not being perfect at all. What kind of Santa had elves that complained all the time, reindeer that got distracted every five minutes, a snowman that grumbled and a Christmas angel that kept tripping over her gown?
This was far from perfection. Far, far, far from it. His dreams of giving his poor, sick boyfriend the perfect Christmas were over.
“Whoa, look at that traffic jam!” Sasha Mallory exclaimed, gesticulating wildly at the scene unfolding in front of Adam’s feral gaze. “I don’t think we’re going to get to Adam’s in time.”
Adam buried his face in his hands and groaned. Ever since Kris had come down with a cold last Monday, Adam had been making plans and scurrying around in secret to give him the best Christmas imaginable. His idea involved forcing his stage troupe into donning glammed up holiday costumes to serve as part of Glam Santa’s (that would be Adam himself, of course) special Krismas entourage. The idea was to cheer Kris up by delivering a sack of gift items from their family and friends coupled with a midnight snack of take-out and a bottle of bubbly. It was quite a simple plan, but the universe was just not on Adam’s side at the moment, and it pissed him off to epic proportions.
“If you must know, I got you a punching bag for the holidays,” Tommy Joe Ratliff declared. “Perhaps you can vent your anger on that when we reach your area of residence in two hours’ time.”
“Don’t start with me, Tommy,” Adam scowled. “The universe is ruining Kris’ perfect Christmas, and I am ready to toss someone out of this vehicle as a byproduct of my rage.”
“You have like, nearly a million followers on Twitter,” Taylor Green said lightly, toying with the edge of his faux antlers. “Do you think some of these people on the road could be them? Maybe they’ll part like the Red Sea if you perform a Christmas miracle.”
“I don’t know about that, sweetie,” Terrance Spencer quipped. “Adam’s not exactly Jesus.”
“Somehow, I don’t think this is a sign of your impending doom, Adam,” Monte Pittman chastised him. “The only thing that’s causing this jam is a minor scuffle between a Toyota Camry and some cab. As soon as the cops redirect the traffic flow, we’ll be out of there in no time.”
“Oh, thank fuck!” Adam threw his hands up in relief. “Things are still going to go according to plan, and Kris won’t hate me for not being home on Christmas.”
He smoothed out the imaginary wrinkles in his glittery black velvet suit, trying to distract himself from staring at the awful blinking lights outside. It was unfair enough that Kris was dealing with a runny nose during his favorite time of the year, but life just had to make everything worse by being a bitch. This was the very first Christmas they were going to spend as a couple, and it meant so much more to Adam than anything else ever would.
“Smile, Lambert,” Camila Grey ordered, pushing his lips upwards in an odd attempt to make him smile. “No good Santa should be distributing presents while looking like the universe just denied him a flaming headdress. Do you think Kris’ Christmas would be perfect if you walk through the door with that face on? The boy would be crushed.”
“I change my mind; you are the most rockin’ Christmas angel a Glam Santa could ever ask for,” Adam grinned. “I’m not even pissed at how you keep tripping in that Vera Wang gown anymore.”
“Well, at least it’s good for something,” Cam rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “It still makes me feel sickeningly ladylike; I also feel like I’m about to walk down the aisle.”
Feeling his spirits lift a little, Adam busied himself by double-checking the contents of his Santa sack in accordance to his carefully prepared list, making sure they had everything. If nothing else would go awry beyond this point, Adam was positive he was going to arrive at his house a grinning fool.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“There is no way in hell that I am going to get up on that roof and slide down that chimney,” Tommy huffed indignantly. “Besides, you’ve got your myths all mixed up; it’s Santa that travels by chimney, not his fucking elves.”
“…I have no intentions of getting stuck there and having to wiggle my butt away as you guys attempt a heroic rescue,” Adam shot back. “Anyway, who said we have to follow the Christmas myths detail per detail? We can just sneak in through the back door and surprise him.”
“Is my Frosty costume going to fit through the back door?”
“Will the giant My Little Pony plushie you forced me to get Kris fit through the back door?”
“Won’t my reindeer antlers die if I walk through the back door?”
“Isaac! Will you please stop taking pictures of the reindeer and get back over here?”
Adam wanted to die. He wanted to burrow himself under a mound of snow and die. Somehow, they had arrived at his place in one piece; he thought the chaos would end there. His friends, however, were behaving likes pains in the butt again.
“Look, I’m not going to ask anyone to do anything embarrassing, alright?” he sighed. “All I want you guys to do is to walk through that door; pretend you’re happy and make Kris smile.”
“Oh, honey,” Brooke Wendle shook her head. “We are happy; this is the first time we’ve seen you care enough to make Christmas special for someone you’re in love with. We’re behaving like a bunch of loons because we’re so excited that you asked us to help you with this.”
“That’s why I keep taking pictures, too,” Isaac Carpenter added. “I want to document as many Kradam moments as I can so y’all have a reason to coo and shit when we’re old and grey.”
“What they said,” Tommy nodded. “Point is, this is kickawesome shit. We all love you and Kris, so we want this to be as memorable as possible--fuck, Adam, please don’t cry and ask for a group hug.”
“…you guys are seriously the best friends ever,” Adam’s eyes lit up. “This is going to be so amazing and Kris will be so happy! Come on; let’s get this show started. I’m going to unlock the door and yell out that I’m home. As soon as I enter, you all troop in after me, okay?”
“I think we can live with that,” Monte grinned, slipping the Frosty mask back over his head. “As long as none of you punch a hole in my styro outfit, everything’s going to be fine.”
“And no crashing into me,” Tommy scowled. “Because the bells will fucking jingle.”
“You don’t like jingling, Tommy?” Taylor asked, confused.
“Okay, people,” Cam clapped her hands to get everyone’s attention. “We can have our nonsensical conversations later when both halves of Kradam are happy and smiling.”
Relieved, Adam thanked her with a peck on the cheek before heading into the house, quietly unlocking the back door with his key. The sight of the unwashed coffee mug in the kitchen sink was a sign that Kris was still awake and well enough to putter around.
“Babe?” he cautiously called out.
“Welcome home, Adam. Come to the living room; I’m lonely and cold.”
Adam bit his lip in a futile attempt to fight the dopey grin that was threatening to take over his face. He waved at his friends to follow, and then closed the door behind Terrance, hauling the sack over his shoulder as he sauntered into the living room.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
“…oh my god.”
Adam laughed as Kris Allen hopped on over to him, legs tangled in the large blanket he’d wrapped around himself, eyes as wide as a cartoon character’s own. An ear-splitting grin broke out on his face, and he practically dove into Adam’s arms, giggling like a small child.
“You brought me Christmas! And Tommy is an elf!”
“Merry Christmas, Kris,” Terrance grinned. “We brought back some presents from everybody. Oh, Brad said to tell you that the neon purple dildo is from him; he didn’t want to wrap it because it would blend in with the rest.”
“Kris!” Taylor tucked himself under Kris’ arm, looking every bit the happy reindeer that he was. “I bought you pie! I got you the strawberry-flavored one because I thought it would look nice with the candy cane pajamas I got you for your birthday.”
“Oh my god, I love you all!” Kris exclaimed. “This is just so awesome. I’m sorry I don’t have anything amazing for you to eat; I wasn’t expecting this at all.”
“We came prepared,” Isaac grinned, gesturing to the large boxes of pizza on the kitchen table. “Tommy and I made a few phone calls to Yellow Cab and Del Taco for some good ole junk food. Glam Santa here promised that he would risk his diet to partake in the festivities.”
“Why, Santa; I’m impressed,” Kris chuckled, winding his legs around Adam’s waist as the latter carried him back onto the sofa. “Isaac, I need tons of pictures of Adam eating pepperoni pizza, okay?”
“I’ll take enough to fill an album!”
Adam sighed happily as he nosed his way into Kris’ hair, allowing the warmth and the good cheer of his surroundings to wash over him. Brooke and Sasha were busy preparing the food, Taylor and Terrance were doing a silly little dance to some Christmas song playing on the iPod dock, Monte was bringing out the booze, Tommy was rifling through their DVD collection for a good movie, and Isaac was capturing everything on camera. Smiling, he pressed a kiss to Kris’ forehead and squeezed him tightly, feeling lucky to have such an amazing, adorable boyfriend.
“You’re like, the best Glam Santa in the universe,” Kris beamed at him. “I know you don’t usually celebrate Christmas, so I’m really touched that you went through all this for me. Thanks so much, baby. I love you more than anything else.”
“I’m glad you’re happy, Kris,” Adam reached for a Kleenex to dab at Kris’ runny nose. “I know how much you miss the kind of Christmas we usually have when we visit your parents, so I thought I could bring some holiday cheer home to you. I know this isn’t much, but everyone put their heart into it. I need to send them all fruit baskets because they put up with my bitching and whining.”
“Because Glam Santa will do absolutely anything to make sure his Mrs. Claus is happy,” Kris said cheekily. “Maybe we can throw an awesome New Year’s Day party as a token of thanks.”
“Sounds good,” Adam agreed. “But for now, I want to enjoy this. I don’t celebrate Christmas, but I do understand that it’s a day of giving and showing love to the people who are important to you. Right now, I have you and my dearest friends, and there’s nothing I would want more.”
“…what about a puppy and a five-year-old ginger boy running around the house?”
“Someday, baby. Maybe those will be my Christmas presents to you in a few years.”
Adam laughed and pulled Kris in for a kiss. He loved the kind of life he was living, and there was nothing in the world he would trade for it. Dogs and kids could wait, but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t make an appearance in the not-so-distant future.
It was something well worth thinking about.