What It Feels Like
Title: What It Feels Like
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to Three Days Later
Warnings: Ridiculous amounts of fluff, suggestive material, boy kissing.
Notes: Title and lyrics from FM Static song ‘What It Feels Like’. Dunno how all this schmoop got in here.
Kris never really knew at what point they started… whatever this was. He stared down at his hand, fingers laced with black-tipped and paler ones, a smattering of freckles across the knuckles. He chewed back his smile and looked back up to the front of the class room where the president of the Junior/Senior committee was talking about the car wash/bake sale coming up this weekend to make money for their senior trip and prom. He was quick to block out thoughts of dripping black hair and sopping band shirts clinging to a chest he really wanted to get to know.
“You’re going right?” He blinked over at Adam, who looked a little odd with his other hand in the air. A glance around the class room showed about three-fourths of the rest of the Junior/Senior class doing the same. He nodded and quickly shot his hand up. Warmth spread through his left arm as his hand was squeezed for a few seconds.
As soon as the meeting was over and the both of them had baking assignments, Kris was pulled out and they were walking to choir together, hands still laced together. “So.” Adam stopped them in front of the mural outside the music building. It was warm outside, a light, heated breeze caressing over them. “What do you say to coming over tonight or something?” He smiled at Kris’ bewildered expression. “Just for baking purposes. It’ll be a lot easier if there’s someone else to talk to.”
He couldn’t disagree with that. “I’m gonna need to pick up some things, first.” He also had to talk to his mom. She had met Adam once and seemed to like him but he didn’t want to risk getting grounded.
Adam smiled and Kris’ heart started going double time. He hugged Kris for a moment, and Kris marveled at how perfectly they fit together. Adam’s chin was rubbing at his hair for a few seconds before he pulled away. “I have gym last, so I can meet you by the flag poles.” He winked before walking into the class, leaving Kris standing there a little dazed before the warning bell rang and sent him sprinting for the door.
Kris was released from his finances class a little early, and since all the classes had to go through the gym to get to the buses he found himself huddled into the wall with Adrienne - who sneaked out of her art class a few minutes early - watching the gym class play volleyball.
Adam had his bangs pulled back with a clip, and there was the suggestion of a bruise appearing on his shoulder, and his black tank top and basketball shorts were a little too big and billowy and utterly ridiculous but he was still kind of ridiculously perfect. He swallowed as Adam jumped up from the ground to spike the ball back onto the other teams side, the tank sliding up a little. The brief moment of discomfort when he realized he could possibly be in trouble of showing how much that affected him was erased when Adam bounced back a few steps and cheered as the other team fumbled and failed to stop the ball from hitting their side of the court.
He grinned and pulled his hands behind his back to stop from applauding like an idiot then stiffened as Adam’s eyes caught his. He flushed slightly as Adam waved with that all-the-power-of-the-sun smile.
“So…” He jumped as a pointy elbow stabbed into his side and saw Addie shooting him a skeptical look. “Are you two a thing now, or something?”
Kris would really like to know the answer to that as well. Before he could answer the bell rang, which sent most of the kids sprinting for the double doors leading out to the buses. Adrienne opened her mouth to say something - probably horribly embarrassing if her recent track record said anything - when Adam bounded over. “Hi.” He looked over himself and chuckled. “I’d hug you or something but I’m all sweaty.”
He heard Adrienne chuckle and mumble something before she walked to the double doors, leaving them mostly alone in the huge gym. Kris swallowed. “Do you…” He pointed toward the locker rooms. “I can wait outside.”
Adam nodded enthusiastically before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his check and rushing off to the locker/shower room. Kris stood there for a few minutes, his heart hammering in his rib cage, before he managed to move out into the slightly cooler air outside. The wind had picked up since their encounter outside of the choir room, and Kris could barely hear himself even think over the combined noise of the bus engines and kids excited about the weekend.
The first of the buses started rolling out when Adam came out, his hair dripping and back in his Queen shirt and jeans from earlier. They waited for the buses to clear out before Adam laced his fingers with Kris’ - much to his hearts content - and pulled him across the lot to a sleek, black car. He let out a small sigh as he slipped into the cool leather seat and looked over as Adam slipped into the drivers side. When he turned the key in the ignition a mess of guitar and drums blared around them, and it took a few moments for Kris to pick out the few lyrics he could hear.
When I feel down and out, and there's no one else around, there you are by my side, always waiting, waiting. Come take my hand and let's ride, 'til the morning meets the night, I'll be patiently waiting.
Kris blinked over as Adam flushed slightly and quickly flipped off the blaring stereo before ejecting the cassette inside and pushing it back into a box in the back seat. “Sorry.” He muttered before shifting in the seat for a bit and pulling out. He cleared his throat. “So, where am I headed?”
Kris hesitated for a moment, still staring back at the box with the cassette, before he pointed to the left. “Turn onto Ocitillo and keep going until you get to Smith. I’m on the corner there.”
He saw Adam smirking out of the corner of his eye and glared as he started snickering. “Seriously?”
“Sorry.” He held a hand up, using the other to keep them steady on the road. “Dirty mind, I can find an innuendo in just about anything. Not my fault.”
Kris rolled his eyes and shifted in the seat a little as they drove, the only sound coming from the engine and the wind whistling by them. “Can I…” He trailed off, gesturing to the box in the back.
Adam paused for a few moments, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth - Kris bit his tongue to stop himself from offering to help with that - and nodded. Kris reached back and stared as he saw mostly cassettes - mixtapes it looked like, he hadn’t seen any for at least five years. He picked through a few, chuckling at some of the titles before he picked out a deep blue cassette with silver tape across the top and no title. He pressed it into the player and sat back to listen.
A soft acoustic melody echoed through the speakers, a smooth voice carrying with it. Kris couldn’t help but smile when he heard Adam singing along, and he wondered why he every disliked him in the first place.
Kris huffed as he leaned back against the counter, just finishing the last batch of sugar cookies his mom gave him a recipe for before he left. Adam was busy at an opposite counter, his hands stuck in the bowl to mix instead of a spoon like most people. Kris found it oddly endearing, especially when Adam answered to his skeptical look with “I think the love mixes in easier like this.”
The kitchen smelled like vanilla and sugar, and a hint of chocolate coming from Adam’s bowl. The stereo in the corner was tuned to some station that Kris didn’t know, but he’d make sure to ask Adam later, and at the moment a soft voice was filtering through. Kris found himself relaxing back into the counter despite the edge digging into his back a little too much and his arms being twisted in an odd position. It probably helped that Adam was humming along with this one, too.
“Ah, all done.” Kris opened an eye to see Adam, covered from mid-forearm to finger tip with dark dough. He swallowed as Adam sucked some of it away from the middle finger, and his grip on the counter tightened slightly at the tiny groan following. Adam glanced over at him, grinning and swirling his tongue around it a few times before he wiped the rest off and rinsed his hands in the sink.
“So…” Kris rocked back onto his heels. He remembered all too well what Addie had said back in the gym, and he figured now would be a good time to bring it up. “What, uh, what am I to you?”
Adam paused in his cleaning for a moment, water splashing against his clasped hands back against his stomach. He cussed and shut off the water before he turned to stare at Kris, his hands dripping onto the tile. Kris shifted a little, feeling like he was on fire and like it was harder to breathe under Adam’s piercing gaze.
Suddenly Adam’s face split into a smile. “You’re my friend, of course.” Kris bit into his cheeks to stop from frowning. Of course, that didn’t stop him from talking.
“Do you always kiss your friends?” Kris really wished he could brain himself on the counter without looking like a totally nutcase. Adam, though, just laughed. He wasn’t sure whether that made him feel better or worse.
“You’re too adorable for words, you know that, Allen?”
Kris was probably a little too relieved that he didn’t answer. He jumped as Adam suddenly yelled something and pointed to the oven. Kris cussed and threw it open to pull out the cookie sheet, the sugary circles just a touch dark than they should be.
Kris sighed and dumped the sheet onto the cooling area they’d set up on the island. “Sorry.” He muttered, looking up at Adam sheepishly.
Adam just chuckled and walked over, prying off the cookies to set on the counter on the rows of two or three dozen already there. After he put the sheet in the sink and stared chipping off remains under a hot jet of water. “It’s fine.” He grinned. “At least they’re not totally wrecked.”
Kris nodded slowly and watched as Adam moved around the kitchen, stopping to set the oven for his batch, and pulled Kris into him from behind - and apparently Kris’ brain has no control over his body, either, since he leans back into Adam despite his strong objections not to.
“Do you want a ride tomorrow?” Adam voice was pitched low and it sent shivers up and down and around his spine. “I was planning on going to a movie or something after if you’re interested.”
And that was the sound of his brain short circuiting. His mind now out of the way his mouth decided to take control. “I’d love to.” The answering grin that made everything now, in the past and in the future so much brighter was all worth the amount of embarrassment and flailing that Kris would be doing later.
After he was dropped off back home - Adam insisted and made the case that they only lived three streets apart, thus there was no problem - he found himself diving into his closet to find something that wouldn’t make him look ridiculous. He was pretty sure Adam was through with the plaid, along with the rest of the school, and he also had to take into consideration that they’d be washing cars for three hours in the sun which meant sweat and suds. He decided to bring an empty backpack to put his phone and keep his date shirt - he ignored the little twelve-year-old-girl squeak that followed that thought - and, as an after thought to Adam’s all-too-pale skin, sun block.
After he had everything ready so he could sleep in as late as possible he brushed his teeth, showered, and fell into his bed with thoughts of how their movie date would go. He was all too eager for tomorrow to come and, of course, he couldn’t get to sleep for another three hours.
When he was dressed in his tightest and darkest jeans and a dark gray tank top he pulled his jacket on, along with his backpack and walked out of the house to wait for Adam. He only had to wait for about half a minute before he saw the now-all-too-familiar car barreling down the road with a cloud of dust following.
He groaned when we saw the canister of coffee sitting in the console. Adam chuckled and waved his hand in dismissal as he turned out of the driveway and back onto the road. It was a little bit too sweet, with a little blend of something he couldn’t recognize, but it was good enough for only four hours of sleep. “You are a life saver.”
Adam laughed, and the rebellious part of his brain said that from now on it would be his mission in life to make Adam laugh just like that for the rest of his life.
They got there a bit early so they were put onto sign holding duty for the first half hour as soon as they dropped their baked goods off at the table with Mrs. Lee. Before everyone else got here and they’d be forced onto the sidewalk surrounded by unholy amounts of heat he rushed back to Adam’s car to pull out the sun block. The part of his mind made another note when Adam beamed - You should have a career in just making him the happiest person on earth. He shrugged off his jacket and they both generously covered each other before they padded back over to Mrs. L and got their signs.
Kris was extremely thankful that he’d just worn the thin tank top, because when they got back Adam - in a black t-shirt of all things - came back drenched in sweat. Thankfully after that they had bake sale duties and got to recuperate under the awning of the drug store. They didn’t talk much, mostly just sat back to listen to the music blasting from the stereo that Adrienne brought in and cooled off.
A few minutes in to their shift Matt and Allison came up to shove them into the store. “Danny forgot to bring the water so we’re buying some.” Alli said after stealing Kris’ chair. “Since you guys aren’t drenched you’re pretty much the only ones allowed in the store.”
“Yeah, and once you get back you get to stop being lazy.” Matt gestured over to where Adrienne was wielding the hose, spraying down a few people that were still washing. Kris really hoped they found someone else to do that.
“’Kay.” Adam reached down, lacing their fingers together before grinning and pulling Kris inside. It was like heaven inside, the cool air of the AC hitting them immediately. They moved to the back to pick up two crates of bottled water and dropped them onto the counter.
When they came back out they were practically mobbed and left with five of the thirty bottles they originally had. Adam burst into laughter while he handed the remaining three to Mrs. L then dragged Kris over to where the other seniors were waiting for another customer to come up.
He wasn’t quite sure if putting Adam on hose duty was worse than Adrienne, seeing as he seemed to be aiming for Kris more than the car.
“That was fun and all, but I think I still roasted under the sun some.” Adam frowned at his neck, which was flushed a bright red, into the mirror. Kris could see how, even with the most water resistant block whoever was wielding the hose at the time seemed to make it their mission to try and blast everyone’s skin off with the hose.
“So…” Kris took a long drag on his bottle, more so to stall than for thirst. “Are we… still on for the movie?” He tried not to look too hopeful, just in case.
Adam grinned, ringing his shirt out and laughing at how much water splashed onto the sidewalk by the car. He turned back in the seat, dropping the damp shirt back in Kris’ backpack with his tank. “How do you feel about horror movies?”
Kris was sure his face tore a little with the intensity of his smile. “Love ‘em.”
As soon as Adam had fixed his make up and gotten his hair semi-fixed they were off to the theater. Adam paid for everything, and before he knew it Kris was sitting in the back row of seats curled into Adam’s side, smiling whenever a laugh rumbled in the chest under his ear.
Normally, he would be embarrassed about how he acted, curling closer to Adam whenever the tension got to be too much, or making a small noise of fear whenever something would happen. But the reward of having Adam pull him in and press small, barely there kisses to his temple was enough to bypass it.
When they got out of the theater a couple hours later Adam was going on about the movie, and Kris was content to just lean back into the leather and listen, nodding and putting in input whenever Adam asked for it. Unfortunately, the day seemed to be over a little too quickly, and Kris was staring at his house through the window, Adam’s hand wrapped around his tightly like he didn’t want to let Kris go as much as he didn’t want to leave.
“Thanks.” Kris blinked and turned to see Adam, that huge power-a-city smile in place. “I haven’t had this much fine since I left LA.” A bit of a sadness came over his features, and Kris wanted to do whatever he could to erase it.
Of course, his body, having the most self-destructive mind in the world, took matters into it’s own hands. He leaned forward over the console and pressed his lips against Adam’s. Before there was any chance to reciprocate he lurched back, throwing his free hand over his mouth. “Oh god.”
He looked everywhere but at Adam and tried to escape before he could get hit or something, but his hand was still locked with Adam’s, and it didn’t seem like he was going to be released any time soon. He swallowed and slowly lifted his eyes up to look at Adam and gaped at the look of pure, unadulterated joy on his face. “Kristopher.” He leaned forward a little, moving his other hand around the back of the neck, his eyes dark and huge and sending Kris into a shuddering oblivion by the look of want in them. “I sincerely hope you weren’t planning on ditching just now.”
Kris’ mouth suddenly turned into a desert, and the only oasis he could see for miles was settled in piercing gray eyes and full lips and freckles. Instead of answering Kris leaned forward again, and this time Adam ensured he would stay in place with the hand around his neck.
It was everything he sort of imagined it would be. Everything seemed brighter, like Adam’s probing tongue shot him up with some kind of - completely euphoric and awesome - drug. The one thing he didn’t expect was the gentleness of it. Adam handled him like he would shatter if he was even the slightest bit rough. Slow strokes along the roof of Kris’ mouth, working his head around until he found a position that slotted them together perfectly.
When they pulled apart after what seemed like hours - maybe months, or a year - it was in slow motion. He saw Adam’s eyes slowly draw open and his lips slowly curl upward. Then everything seemed to speed up again when he dove back in. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the part that wasn’t busy being in complete bliss, he thought he could spend the rest of his life doing just this and he’d be the happiest man on earth.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to Three Days Later
Warnings: Ridiculous amounts of fluff, suggestive material, boy kissing.
Notes: Title and lyrics from FM Static song ‘What It Feels Like’. Dunno how all this schmoop got in here.
Kris never really knew at what point they started… whatever this was. He stared down at his hand, fingers laced with black-tipped and paler ones, a smattering of freckles across the knuckles. He chewed back his smile and looked back up to the front of the class room where the president of the Junior/Senior committee was talking about the car wash/bake sale coming up this weekend to make money for their senior trip and prom. He was quick to block out thoughts of dripping black hair and sopping band shirts clinging to a chest he really wanted to get to know.
“You’re going right?” He blinked over at Adam, who looked a little odd with his other hand in the air. A glance around the class room showed about three-fourths of the rest of the Junior/Senior class doing the same. He nodded and quickly shot his hand up. Warmth spread through his left arm as his hand was squeezed for a few seconds.
As soon as the meeting was over and the both of them had baking assignments, Kris was pulled out and they were walking to choir together, hands still laced together. “So.” Adam stopped them in front of the mural outside the music building. It was warm outside, a light, heated breeze caressing over them. “What do you say to coming over tonight or something?” He smiled at Kris’ bewildered expression. “Just for baking purposes. It’ll be a lot easier if there’s someone else to talk to.”
He couldn’t disagree with that. “I’m gonna need to pick up some things, first.” He also had to talk to his mom. She had met Adam once and seemed to like him but he didn’t want to risk getting grounded.
Adam smiled and Kris’ heart started going double time. He hugged Kris for a moment, and Kris marveled at how perfectly they fit together. Adam’s chin was rubbing at his hair for a few seconds before he pulled away. “I have gym last, so I can meet you by the flag poles.” He winked before walking into the class, leaving Kris standing there a little dazed before the warning bell rang and sent him sprinting for the door.
Kris was released from his finances class a little early, and since all the classes had to go through the gym to get to the buses he found himself huddled into the wall with Adrienne - who sneaked out of her art class a few minutes early - watching the gym class play volleyball.
Adam had his bangs pulled back with a clip, and there was the suggestion of a bruise appearing on his shoulder, and his black tank top and basketball shorts were a little too big and billowy and utterly ridiculous but he was still kind of ridiculously perfect. He swallowed as Adam jumped up from the ground to spike the ball back onto the other teams side, the tank sliding up a little. The brief moment of discomfort when he realized he could possibly be in trouble of showing how much that affected him was erased when Adam bounced back a few steps and cheered as the other team fumbled and failed to stop the ball from hitting their side of the court.
He grinned and pulled his hands behind his back to stop from applauding like an idiot then stiffened as Adam’s eyes caught his. He flushed slightly as Adam waved with that all-the-power-of-the-sun smile.
“So…” He jumped as a pointy elbow stabbed into his side and saw Addie shooting him a skeptical look. “Are you two a thing now, or something?”
Kris would really like to know the answer to that as well. Before he could answer the bell rang, which sent most of the kids sprinting for the double doors leading out to the buses. Adrienne opened her mouth to say something - probably horribly embarrassing if her recent track record said anything - when Adam bounded over. “Hi.” He looked over himself and chuckled. “I’d hug you or something but I’m all sweaty.”
He heard Adrienne chuckle and mumble something before she walked to the double doors, leaving them mostly alone in the huge gym. Kris swallowed. “Do you…” He pointed toward the locker rooms. “I can wait outside.”
Adam nodded enthusiastically before leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to his check and rushing off to the locker/shower room. Kris stood there for a few minutes, his heart hammering in his rib cage, before he managed to move out into the slightly cooler air outside. The wind had picked up since their encounter outside of the choir room, and Kris could barely hear himself even think over the combined noise of the bus engines and kids excited about the weekend.
The first of the buses started rolling out when Adam came out, his hair dripping and back in his Queen shirt and jeans from earlier. They waited for the buses to clear out before Adam laced his fingers with Kris’ - much to his hearts content - and pulled him across the lot to a sleek, black car. He let out a small sigh as he slipped into the cool leather seat and looked over as Adam slipped into the drivers side. When he turned the key in the ignition a mess of guitar and drums blared around them, and it took a few moments for Kris to pick out the few lyrics he could hear.
When I feel down and out, and there's no one else around, there you are by my side, always waiting, waiting. Come take my hand and let's ride, 'til the morning meets the night, I'll be patiently waiting.
Kris blinked over as Adam flushed slightly and quickly flipped off the blaring stereo before ejecting the cassette inside and pushing it back into a box in the back seat. “Sorry.” He muttered before shifting in the seat for a bit and pulling out. He cleared his throat. “So, where am I headed?”
Kris hesitated for a moment, still staring back at the box with the cassette, before he pointed to the left. “Turn onto Ocitillo and keep going until you get to Smith. I’m on the corner there.”
He saw Adam smirking out of the corner of his eye and glared as he started snickering. “Seriously?”
“Sorry.” He held a hand up, using the other to keep them steady on the road. “Dirty mind, I can find an innuendo in just about anything. Not my fault.”
Kris rolled his eyes and shifted in the seat a little as they drove, the only sound coming from the engine and the wind whistling by them. “Can I…” He trailed off, gesturing to the box in the back.
Adam paused for a few moments, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth - Kris bit his tongue to stop himself from offering to help with that - and nodded. Kris reached back and stared as he saw mostly cassettes - mixtapes it looked like, he hadn’t seen any for at least five years. He picked through a few, chuckling at some of the titles before he picked out a deep blue cassette with silver tape across the top and no title. He pressed it into the player and sat back to listen.
A soft acoustic melody echoed through the speakers, a smooth voice carrying with it. Kris couldn’t help but smile when he heard Adam singing along, and he wondered why he every disliked him in the first place.
Kris huffed as he leaned back against the counter, just finishing the last batch of sugar cookies his mom gave him a recipe for before he left. Adam was busy at an opposite counter, his hands stuck in the bowl to mix instead of a spoon like most people. Kris found it oddly endearing, especially when Adam answered to his skeptical look with “I think the love mixes in easier like this.”
The kitchen smelled like vanilla and sugar, and a hint of chocolate coming from Adam’s bowl. The stereo in the corner was tuned to some station that Kris didn’t know, but he’d make sure to ask Adam later, and at the moment a soft voice was filtering through. Kris found himself relaxing back into the counter despite the edge digging into his back a little too much and his arms being twisted in an odd position. It probably helped that Adam was humming along with this one, too.
“Ah, all done.” Kris opened an eye to see Adam, covered from mid-forearm to finger tip with dark dough. He swallowed as Adam sucked some of it away from the middle finger, and his grip on the counter tightened slightly at the tiny groan following. Adam glanced over at him, grinning and swirling his tongue around it a few times before he wiped the rest off and rinsed his hands in the sink.
“So…” Kris rocked back onto his heels. He remembered all too well what Addie had said back in the gym, and he figured now would be a good time to bring it up. “What, uh, what am I to you?”
Adam paused in his cleaning for a moment, water splashing against his clasped hands back against his stomach. He cussed and shut off the water before he turned to stare at Kris, his hands dripping onto the tile. Kris shifted a little, feeling like he was on fire and like it was harder to breathe under Adam’s piercing gaze.
Suddenly Adam’s face split into a smile. “You’re my friend, of course.” Kris bit into his cheeks to stop from frowning. Of course, that didn’t stop him from talking.
“Do you always kiss your friends?” Kris really wished he could brain himself on the counter without looking like a totally nutcase. Adam, though, just laughed. He wasn’t sure whether that made him feel better or worse.
“You’re too adorable for words, you know that, Allen?”
Kris was probably a little too relieved that he didn’t answer. He jumped as Adam suddenly yelled something and pointed to the oven. Kris cussed and threw it open to pull out the cookie sheet, the sugary circles just a touch dark than they should be.
Kris sighed and dumped the sheet onto the cooling area they’d set up on the island. “Sorry.” He muttered, looking up at Adam sheepishly.
Adam just chuckled and walked over, prying off the cookies to set on the counter on the rows of two or three dozen already there. After he put the sheet in the sink and stared chipping off remains under a hot jet of water. “It’s fine.” He grinned. “At least they’re not totally wrecked.”
Kris nodded slowly and watched as Adam moved around the kitchen, stopping to set the oven for his batch, and pulled Kris into him from behind - and apparently Kris’ brain has no control over his body, either, since he leans back into Adam despite his strong objections not to.
“Do you want a ride tomorrow?” Adam voice was pitched low and it sent shivers up and down and around his spine. “I was planning on going to a movie or something after if you’re interested.”
And that was the sound of his brain short circuiting. His mind now out of the way his mouth decided to take control. “I’d love to.” The answering grin that made everything now, in the past and in the future so much brighter was all worth the amount of embarrassment and flailing that Kris would be doing later.
After he was dropped off back home - Adam insisted and made the case that they only lived three streets apart, thus there was no problem - he found himself diving into his closet to find something that wouldn’t make him look ridiculous. He was pretty sure Adam was through with the plaid, along with the rest of the school, and he also had to take into consideration that they’d be washing cars for three hours in the sun which meant sweat and suds. He decided to bring an empty backpack to put his phone and keep his date shirt - he ignored the little twelve-year-old-girl squeak that followed that thought - and, as an after thought to Adam’s all-too-pale skin, sun block.
After he had everything ready so he could sleep in as late as possible he brushed his teeth, showered, and fell into his bed with thoughts of how their movie date would go. He was all too eager for tomorrow to come and, of course, he couldn’t get to sleep for another three hours.
When he was dressed in his tightest and darkest jeans and a dark gray tank top he pulled his jacket on, along with his backpack and walked out of the house to wait for Adam. He only had to wait for about half a minute before he saw the now-all-too-familiar car barreling down the road with a cloud of dust following.
He groaned when we saw the canister of coffee sitting in the console. Adam chuckled and waved his hand in dismissal as he turned out of the driveway and back onto the road. It was a little bit too sweet, with a little blend of something he couldn’t recognize, but it was good enough for only four hours of sleep. “You are a life saver.”
Adam laughed, and the rebellious part of his brain said that from now on it would be his mission in life to make Adam laugh just like that for the rest of his life.
They got there a bit early so they were put onto sign holding duty for the first half hour as soon as they dropped their baked goods off at the table with Mrs. Lee. Before everyone else got here and they’d be forced onto the sidewalk surrounded by unholy amounts of heat he rushed back to Adam’s car to pull out the sun block. The part of his mind made another note when Adam beamed - You should have a career in just making him the happiest person on earth. He shrugged off his jacket and they both generously covered each other before they padded back over to Mrs. L and got their signs.
Kris was extremely thankful that he’d just worn the thin tank top, because when they got back Adam - in a black t-shirt of all things - came back drenched in sweat. Thankfully after that they had bake sale duties and got to recuperate under the awning of the drug store. They didn’t talk much, mostly just sat back to listen to the music blasting from the stereo that Adrienne brought in and cooled off.
A few minutes in to their shift Matt and Allison came up to shove them into the store. “Danny forgot to bring the water so we’re buying some.” Alli said after stealing Kris’ chair. “Since you guys aren’t drenched you’re pretty much the only ones allowed in the store.”
“Yeah, and once you get back you get to stop being lazy.” Matt gestured over to where Adrienne was wielding the hose, spraying down a few people that were still washing. Kris really hoped they found someone else to do that.
“’Kay.” Adam reached down, lacing their fingers together before grinning and pulling Kris inside. It was like heaven inside, the cool air of the AC hitting them immediately. They moved to the back to pick up two crates of bottled water and dropped them onto the counter.
When they came back out they were practically mobbed and left with five of the thirty bottles they originally had. Adam burst into laughter while he handed the remaining three to Mrs. L then dragged Kris over to where the other seniors were waiting for another customer to come up.
He wasn’t quite sure if putting Adam on hose duty was worse than Adrienne, seeing as he seemed to be aiming for Kris more than the car.
“That was fun and all, but I think I still roasted under the sun some.” Adam frowned at his neck, which was flushed a bright red, into the mirror. Kris could see how, even with the most water resistant block whoever was wielding the hose at the time seemed to make it their mission to try and blast everyone’s skin off with the hose.
“So…” Kris took a long drag on his bottle, more so to stall than for thirst. “Are we… still on for the movie?” He tried not to look too hopeful, just in case.
Adam grinned, ringing his shirt out and laughing at how much water splashed onto the sidewalk by the car. He turned back in the seat, dropping the damp shirt back in Kris’ backpack with his tank. “How do you feel about horror movies?”
Kris was sure his face tore a little with the intensity of his smile. “Love ‘em.”
As soon as Adam had fixed his make up and gotten his hair semi-fixed they were off to the theater. Adam paid for everything, and before he knew it Kris was sitting in the back row of seats curled into Adam’s side, smiling whenever a laugh rumbled in the chest under his ear.
Normally, he would be embarrassed about how he acted, curling closer to Adam whenever the tension got to be too much, or making a small noise of fear whenever something would happen. But the reward of having Adam pull him in and press small, barely there kisses to his temple was enough to bypass it.
When they got out of the theater a couple hours later Adam was going on about the movie, and Kris was content to just lean back into the leather and listen, nodding and putting in input whenever Adam asked for it. Unfortunately, the day seemed to be over a little too quickly, and Kris was staring at his house through the window, Adam’s hand wrapped around his tightly like he didn’t want to let Kris go as much as he didn’t want to leave.
“Thanks.” Kris blinked and turned to see Adam, that huge power-a-city smile in place. “I haven’t had this much fine since I left LA.” A bit of a sadness came over his features, and Kris wanted to do whatever he could to erase it.
Of course, his body, having the most self-destructive mind in the world, took matters into it’s own hands. He leaned forward over the console and pressed his lips against Adam’s. Before there was any chance to reciprocate he lurched back, throwing his free hand over his mouth. “Oh god.”
He looked everywhere but at Adam and tried to escape before he could get hit or something, but his hand was still locked with Adam’s, and it didn’t seem like he was going to be released any time soon. He swallowed and slowly lifted his eyes up to look at Adam and gaped at the look of pure, unadulterated joy on his face. “Kristopher.” He leaned forward a little, moving his other hand around the back of the neck, his eyes dark and huge and sending Kris into a shuddering oblivion by the look of want in them. “I sincerely hope you weren’t planning on ditching just now.”
Kris’ mouth suddenly turned into a desert, and the only oasis he could see for miles was settled in piercing gray eyes and full lips and freckles. Instead of answering Kris leaned forward again, and this time Adam ensured he would stay in place with the hand around his neck.
It was everything he sort of imagined it would be. Everything seemed brighter, like Adam’s probing tongue shot him up with some kind of - completely euphoric and awesome - drug. The one thing he didn’t expect was the gentleness of it. Adam handled him like he would shatter if he was even the slightest bit rough. Slow strokes along the roof of Kris’ mouth, working his head around until he found a position that slotted them together perfectly.
When they pulled apart after what seemed like hours - maybe months, or a year - it was in slow motion. He saw Adam’s eyes slowly draw open and his lips slowly curl upward. Then everything seemed to speed up again when he dove back in. Somewhere in the back of his mind, the part that wasn’t busy being in complete bliss, he thought he could spend the rest of his life doing just this and he’d be the happiest man on earth.