You Give Me Fever, Chapter One
Title: You Give Me Fever
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: PG13 for language and some suggestive situations. (I suck at writing sex scenes, so nothing R or NC17)
Summary: Kris has been id denial about his sexuality since he was a teenager, but a potentially deadly fever (and a lot of Adam) is going to change that.
Disclaimer: Not real, not mine, not making any money from this.
Author's Notes/Warnings: This fic was inspired by the AMAZINGLY talented astolat 's Cookleta fic "Real Forever If". Just so ya know - I felt free to change the facts around wherever it suits my twisted needs - that includes song choices, religions, and just about anything else.
"So its really just going to be a race for runner up this year," Matt Giraud commented to the two men eating supper with him in the hotel restaurant. Matt, his White Chocolate compatriot Kris Allen, and Kris' hotel roommate Adam Lambert were relaxing over their meal after spending the last six days getting through American Idol's Hollywood Week.
"Why runner up?" Adam questioned.
"Because you're obviously going to win, DUH" Kris said to him.
"Oh, c'mon - we don't even know who's going to be in the top 36 yet," Adam laughed.
"Like there's even a remote possibility that you won't be," Kris snorted. Adam reached for his roommate's arm.
"Kris, you're...WHOA! You are burning up! Why didn't you tell me you were sick?"
"Its just a fever," Kris shrugged, dismissing Adam's fretting.
"People have died from fevers," Adam retorted. "We are going to go see if this hotel has a doctor on call, then we're either going up to our room or we're going to find an emergency room."
"Adam, I think you're overreacting," Kris protested.
"Too bad, because we're doing this my way," Adam pulled Kris to his feet. "Sorry to cut the night short, Matt."
"No problem - just make sure he listens to the doctor," Matt responded.
"I'm standing right here," Kris said dryly.
"Not for long, you're not," Adam dragged Kris off in the direction of the lobby.
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The hotel did indeed have a doctor on call and within twenty minutes, a blonde man in his late 30s was entering the hotel room shared by the two American Idol hopefuls. He performed a cursory examination of Kris, but didn't express his suspicions after spotting the wedding band on Kris' left hand.
"Just a quick blood test, and we'll probably know for sure what's causing this fever in just a few minutes," Dr. Monroe smiled at his patient reassuringly even as he was pricking Kris' finger.
"That quickly? Is the test accurate?" Adam asked, glancing worriedly at the man seated on the bed beside him.
"100% accurate. It pinpoints eight major causes of fever, so we'll know by the color if its one of the usual culprits or if we have to do further testing," The doctor's deep voice was smoothing. The two singers stared at the vial in the doctor's hand, watching as it turned bright blue.
"What's blue mean?" Kris asked.
"Mr. Allen, it means you have Bayard's Fever," Dr. Monroe said gently. He knew the reaction he was about to get.
"No way! I have a wife! I'm not gay!" Kris exploded. Bayard's Fever was a serious body chemistry inbalance that usually struck young women between the ages of 14 and 24. Only two percent of its victims were male, and they were always gay. Left untreated, death usually resulted in six months and the only cure was a lot of sex with one particular man - known as the Object of Desire, or Object for short.
"It'll be ok, Kris," Adam wrapped an arm around his friend. To the doctor, he said, "His family are Galileean Pentacostal - they're not going to be understanding about this."
"What's important right now is to find his Object," the doctor told Adam. "Mr. Allen, I know you don't want to think about this - but there has to be some man that you've found yourself immensely attracted to, particularly during this past week." Kris' eyes shifted sideways to Adam, then his whole head jerked away.
"Is it me, Kris?" Adam asked softly. Kris tried to pull away from him.
"I can't, its a sin.." he muttered.
"Kris, just tell me if its me or someone else," Adam tried again.
" I can't, I can't!" Kris tried again to pull away. Adam grabbed him by the upper arms and gave him a little shake.
"Do you want to DIE? Tell me!"
"Its you! Oh God.." Kris collapsed against Adam. The taller man wrapped his arms around his about to be lover.
"Its ok, I'm gonna take real good care of you, baby,"
"Mr. Lambert, I have to tell you," the doctor spoke up. "At his age, its going to take a minimum of two years for the fever to abate."
"Like that makes any difference?" Adam practically snarled. "I'm going to take care of him, no matter what."
"I'll just mess up your life," Kris mumbled. "I can't.." Adam shut him up with a kiss, one that quickly deepened. The doctor smirked as the two men seemed to forget he was in the room.
"I'll just let myself out."
TBC