Fic update! :D
I put two three ficlets together for posting~ I thought I had more. lol. ah well. :p None of these are beta'd. Sorry. XD
Title: Huddled
Author: shatteredmemrys
Pairing: Kradam - Kris/Adam - American Idol
Words: 911
Rating: PG-13 (some swearing)
Prompt: somebody at beepxbeepxbeep was cooooooold and requested cuddling!kradam~
“Oh my g-god it’s f-f-fucking f-f-freezing in here!” Adam complained from the other room. He was wrapped up in Kris’ Snuggie, a large red blanket draped on top - and a smaller green one, and a baby blanket that Kris had to dig from inside his bedroom closet to find - and sitting on the couch in the Allen’s living room.
It was just him and Kris. The rest of the family had gone out to a lake to go ice skating. They had been invited to go with them, but Adam had kindly declined - something about being too clumsy - and there was a moment where Mama Allen almost cancelled the plans completely, not wanting to be rude, but Kris insisted that they go on and have their fun; he’d stay here with Adam.
Kris just shook his head from the doorway when he saw Adam sprawled on the couch, shaking like one of those small dogs that those hair-dyed-blonde California girls, with their plastic surgery and large sunglasses, would carry around. “You look pathetic.” He laughed, when Adam looked up at him, glaring at Kris and his one sweater and a pair of jeans ensemble.
“A-A-Aren’t y-you freezing?” Adam asked, pulling the blankets closer to him.
Kris shrugged. “Not really. I’m used to it.”
“W-W-Why is it snowing? I thought this was the south!” Adam pouted.
“It’s still the middle of winter, Dude.” Kris replied, smiling. “This isn’t L.A.”
“Sh-sh-shut up.” He shot another glare in Kris’ direction before pulling the red blanket completely over his head. Probably ignoring me, Kris sighed.
There was a sudden beeping coming from the kitchen and Kris moved to go back in there.
“What are you making?” Adam’s voice came, muffled, from somewhere amongst the pile of blankets, making Kris stop in his tracks.
“You’ll see.” He left the room, leaving just Adam and the cold.
“All you had to do was just tell me.” Adam mumbled, bitter, mainly from the cold, but also because he didn’t want to be left alone.
Being from Southern California, It’s not that easy coping with the cold; fifty-eight degrees was considered an appropriate time to wear a scarf and a thick jacket. Adam remembered the times when his mom would cuddle up with him on days like that. They would watch movies together and light a log in the fireplace… He briefly considered calling her, but he didn’t want to seem like a child. And he really didn’t want his mom to start to think that Kris was being a bad guy.
Adam’s thoughts were interrupted and his curiosity was enhanced when he heard cabinets opening and closing, clinking sounds, the fridge opening, and a sound he couldn’t even describe properly - a sort of whooshing, but not like the wind, more like something being dispensed.
“Kris?” Adam called, still hiding underneath the red blanket.
“Yeah?”
Adam nearly jumped at how close his voice was. He pulled the blanket down from his face, the cold instantly hitting his face, but there was Kris, his beautiful Kris, holding a large mug of something topped with whipped cream. That explains the whooshing sound, Adam thought, smiling to himself. He realized what it was as the rich chocolaty smell it radiated wafted through the air.
Adam pursed his lips when Kris placed the mug down on the coffee table and sat down next to him.
“Thank you K-Kris.” He made an attempt at moving closer to him but the cold hit him from somewhere around his back and he instantly lay back to where he was. “Umm.. I’d give y-y-you a hug right now b-but..”
Kris laughed and began to move the blankets, “Well then move over.”
“K-Kris?! What are you doing? You’ll let the c-cold in!”
“Why are you wrapped like a cocoon?” Kris asked, ignoring him, a smile playing at his lips.
“To keep you and the cold out!” Adam whined.
Adam was pouting as Kris somehow got himself under the blankets and lying on top of Adam’s chest. “Comfy?” Adam asked, rhetorically, as he pulled the red blanket over their heads.
Kris wiggled around a little, making Adam give a little gasp from the sudden friction down below - Kris smirked at this - and then gave a chuckle when he settled. “Yeah.”
Adam glared down at him, “Good. I’m glad.”
They stayed lying like that for who knows how long before Kris mumbled, “Are you warming up yet?”
Adam leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on his forehead before replying, “Yes. Thank you.”
Kris wrapped his arms around Adam and rested his head where Adam’s heart was. The constant beat was a comforting sound to him, though he was pretty sure that it was beating faster than usual. He decided not to bring it up, and instead kissed the spot where it was beating loudest.
“Umm.. Kris? I appreciate the gesture..But, that’s way too much for me.” It took Kris a second to realize that Adam was talking about the hot chocolate that had been left forgotten on the coffee table.
Kris smiled and spoke into Adam’s chest. “Well then, I guess it’s a good thing I made it for both of us.”
There was a pause and the next thing Kris knew, the pitter-patter of Adam’s heart accelerated and then his face was being pulled up by Adam’s warm hands. Adam smiled down at him lovingly before repeating softly, “Yeah…us.” and claiming Kris’ lips in a heart-warming kiss.
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Title: Untitled
Author: shatteredmemrys
Pairing: Kradam - Kris/Adam - American Idol
Words: 858
Rating: PG-13 (violence)
Prompt: This was a plot bunny in my head. I love fic where one half of Kradam gets into a fight to protect the other. Adam protects Kris this particular time. A little hurt/comfort.
“Ouch,” Kris winces, as Adam places a kiss on his bruised forehead, followed by an ice pack. His head was throbbing and he really wanted to just go lie down on his big feathery soft king-sized bed. He was currently settled on the red couch of his and Adam’s apartment, and Adam was hovering over him like he was a newborn child who just caught their first cold. “Adam, I’m fine. I don’t even feel it.”
Adam gave him a look and frowned slightly, disbelief coating his next sentence. “If that’s the truth, then why did you just wince and say ‘ouch’?”
Kris merely shrugged and sighed as Adam lifted the ice pack from his head one more time, checking what must be a black-eye. “How bad is it?”
Adam flung his arms around Kris’ small form and whined, “Oh Kris! I should’ve gotten to him sooner! I’m so sorry!”
Kris rolled his eyes, “Adam, don’t be a dumbass. It was my fault. I just drank a little too much.”
Adam pulled back, a frown still playing at his lips, “I shouldn’t have let you drink that much then! I mean, I..I kinda knew… that you had just a bit over how much your little body could handle, and I thought you’d be fine as long as you stuck with me.. But I’m such a bad boyfriend. I didn’t pay attention for ten seconds, and who knew that that was just how long… and now look at you! I’m so so so sorry.” He pulled Kris’ head to his chest in a vice-grip of a hug and Kris groaned. Probably from a mix of pain from the lump on his head and all of the beer he drank. “Ah! I’m sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Do you-”
“Adam.. Adam. I’m fine, stop freaking out, okay?” Kris looked up, into Adam’s eyes, warm and reassuring. “I’m fine. I don’t even remember what happened.”
“Do you want to know what happened?” Adam asked. He sat down next to Kris and settled for placing his hands in his lap, awkwardly, because he didn’t really know where else to put them and because he really didn’t want to risk hurting Kris anymore. Kris looked down at Adam’s hands and saw that he wasn’t wearing any of his rings currently. He also saw that there was some blood at his knuckles.
“How bad is the other guy?” Kris asked, because he didn’t really forget what happened, he can remember drinking a little too much, slipping away from Adam’s arms - “I just have to use the bathroom, babe. Be back in a minute,” - bumping into some random tall man with long dark hair, forgetting that they were at a totally 98% straight club in L.A., dancing with said dark-haired man, and being pushed violently. Next thing Kris knew, his jaw really hurt and he felt like the left lobe of his brain was about to fall out of his skull. That’s when Adam came into the mess. He didn’t see anything after that because Brad had pulled him away from the dance floor to the club exit.
“Well, after I pulled you off of him - and tried to stop you from swinging at me - he had a black eye..” Adam observed Kris’ face as he told him this, but Kris showed no emotion, so he continued. “So when I got a hold of him, I gave him a matching black eye.. and then some.”
“Did you get kicked out?”
Adam laughed and shrugged, “Well, obviously. But I don’t care. Fuck ‘straight’ clubs. We can just stick to our favorites. Less injuries.. if they keep their paws off of you.” He winked and Kris could feel his ears turning red.
“Is your hand okay?” Kris asked, taking Adam’s hand in his. He turned it over in his own hands a few times and saw that they were a little raw at the knuckles.
“I just haven’t thrown a punch in awhile,” Adam said in a low tone. He paused for a moment before joking, “I bet my dad would be proud.”
Kris brought Adam’s hand to his mouth and he brushed a light kiss over his knuckles, his lips lingering slightly. He then breathed a “sorry” against the soft freckled skin of his wrist.
Adam used the same hand to turn Kris’ face up to his and he gave him a small smile, “Don’t be. The guy.. he didn’t need to shove you. He could’ve asked you to kindly back-off, but instead he chose to be a homophobic asshole.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Kris’ briefly before pulling him into another hug. “Just don’t do it again. You don’t need to hurt that pretty little face of yours. Your mom is going to kill me.”
Kris couldn’t help but laugh at this as he leaned into Adam’s chest, making himself comfortable; because right now this seemed a whole lot better than the bed that he wanted to be in just a few moments ago.
“Nah, she won’t kill you. She likes you a whole lot more than Daniel.”
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Title: Not As Planned (A Valntine's Day ficlet)
Author: shatteredmemrys
Pairing: Kradam - Kris/Adam - American Idol
Words: 2,182
Rating: PG-13/Light R (for implicit sex and Adam being a drama queen)
Prompt: This was a fic for my lovely wifey ginasaur_x3 I think it was a Valentine's fic? lmao idek.
Adam Lambert was having a very bad day. This morning, at home, he had spilled coffee on his favorite outfit from being in a rush to get to the studio, because he was running late, again. Damn Kristopher had to look so beautiful last night, he had thought as he got into the private car sent to him. When he got to rehearsal, Lisa was crying because of some family problem she was having and she was all over the place when playing the keyboard. He gave her a one-armed hug around the shoulder and told her to sit down for awhile. (“Take as long as you need, honey.”) And now, after three hours of rehearsal, his publicist was calling him for perhaps the twelth time today, this time asking him why he had just cancelled his newly scheduled concert dates in Maine.
“I’m just so stressed out right now,” he sighed into the phone. “I’d probably cry right on stage.” He hung up, after she gave him some long bullshit speech about how he was gonna be called a diva, silenced his phone, and tossed it into his bag. He’d buy all the fans gift baskets if he had too. Paid membership to his fan club HQ.
“You okay, man?” Tommy asked from across the room. Adam looked up to see he and Lisa staring at him, concerned.
“Huh? Oh.. yeah.” He waved his hand at them, dismissing the thought. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.” He looked around the stage and let out a long, strained, sigh. He really wanted to get back home. “You know what? I think we’re done here. Let’s just wait for the show to start.”
***
The show went well, it was a simple twenty minute set at a small venue, but it still exhausted Adam, who was now throwing a fit because it started to rain here in L.A.
“I am not in the mood for this!” He said at the window, not really to anyone in particular.
“Is Adam pms-ing?” Monte asked, causing Tommy to go into a fit of laughter.
Adam shot a glare at the two. “Haha,” he mock-laughed. “Why don’t you get me a cab, Tommy?” It was more of a command then a question, and it silenced his laughter instantly.
He had to admit, it was pretty funny seeing Tommy out in the rain, trying to get a taxi to stop. When he finally hailed one down, fifteen minutes later, Adam gave him a kiss on the cheek, and laughed. “You look like a wet skunk!” He got into the cab and rolled the window down slightly. “Thank you! See you guys later!” He waved at the other three and then the cabbie drove off.
“Where to?”
Adam gave the man his address, pulled out his iPod and headphones, and sat back in his seat. He couldn’t wait to get home to Kris. It was Valentine’s Day after all.
***
When he got home, Kris was on the couch playing with his Xbox 360. Kris was playing some sort of shooting game that made Adam squeamish from all of the blood. Call of Duty, or something like that. And from the sound of it, he was playing live with Cale.. and Kris was winning.
“I just blew your head right off!” He laughed out loud, and Adam couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute when he was being his dorky self.
“Hey,” Adam said, walking over to Kris and placing a kiss on the top of his head.
“Hey baby,” Kris replied back, looking up at Adam and puckering his lips.
Adam leaned down to brush his lips lightly against his, but then Kris said into it, “No! Not you Cale!”
Adam laughed and said into the headpiece, “Hey Cale? He’s mine. Sorry. And, now, he needs to spend some time with me.”
Kris gave him a questioning look, “I do?”
“Uh, yeah… Don’t you know what today is?”
“…Sunday.”
“And…?”
“I don’t know, man.” Kris said, kinda half-heartedly.
“Think harder,” Adam prodded, a rise hinting at his voice.
“The Sunday after the Super Bowl?”
“Very funny, Kris. Get off your game,” Adam said, reaching for Kris’ arm and tugging on it slightly.
“But I’m winning!” Kris whined, looking back, hopelessly, at the game.
Adam let go of Kris’ arm and frowned. “Are you serious, Kris? Do you really care more about that stupid game than me?”
“What’s wrong with you?” Kris asked, turning in the couch to face Adam.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Adam shot back, folding his arms. After a pause, he let out an angry sound and then threw his arms down towards the ground, frustrated. “I can’t believe you! Today is not a great day for you to be doing this to me!” He stalked over to the entryway of the living room and turned back to Kris, who still looked utterly clueless. He shook his head and said, “I’m going to be in the recording room if you need me.” He stopped himself from adding a muttered “Jerk.”
***
“He sounded pissed, man.” Cale said.
Kris let out a sigh and nodded his head, even though Cale couldn’t see him. “You think I don’t know that?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t go through with this plan of yours,” Cale suggested.
“I guess he had a really bad day. I didn’t plan on this,” Kris said, picking up his controller again and shooting Cale’s character, right in the back.
“Hey! You cheater!” A minute passed and Cale finally killed off Kris’ character. “So… What are you going to do?”
“About what?”
“About Adam.”
“Oh.. I’ll still go through with the plan.”
“Harsh, dude,” Cale sighed.
“Maybe it’ll make the conclusion all the better though,” Kris said, only half-believing himself.
***
An hour later, Kris came into the room and asked If Adam was hungry.
“I guess.” Adam said, not turning away from the song he was working on.
“What do you want?” Kris asked, kinda disappointed that Adam wouldn’t face him.
“Whatever.”
“I’ll order take-out then,” Kris said. “Chinese food? A night in?”
“Yeah.” Adam said, barely audible.
It took everything inside of Kris to not go over there and wrap his arms around Adam and kiss his face all over and say sorry.
“I love you.” He said, instead, because it was true.
“Love you, too,” Adam replied, turning in his chair slightly and giving him a small smile; because he also meant it.
Kris went back upstairs and called the food company, and made sure to buy some extra of Adam’s favorite entrees.
***
Adam’s phone buzzed twenty-five minutes later from a text.
Kris <3: Food’s here. :)
Adam put away his scribbles that were supposed to be a song (and wound up just being Kris’ name in hearts and a lot of other inappropriate doodles and such) and made his way to the kitchen. He didn’t want to be upset with Kris today because, if he was being honest, it was hard staying mad at him. Plus, Adam was probably letting out a bit of his frustrations from the morning out on Kris.
The table was set up with the cartons of food in the middle of the table and two plates across from each other. Kris was sitting at the table, looking down at his plate and traces circles on the table with a chopstick.
“Romantic,” Adam said.
Kris looked up suddenly at the sound of his voice and he nearly dropped his glass as he tried to fix his composure. “H-Hey! I didn’t think you’d come to the table.”
“We always eat together.” Adam said, taking a seat across from Kris. He looked at the open cartons and smiled, “Oh, my favorite!”
Kris couldn’t help but watch with a stupid grin on his face as Adam loaded up his plate. Adam noticed half way through pouring some rice onto his plate and froze, “What?”
Kris just shook his head, “Just watching.”
“Well stop,” Adam said, shaking his hand at him. “I’m getting all self-conscious.”
Kris rolled his eyes and began to load his own plate.
“How was your day?” He had to know why Adam was so upset when he got home.
Adam let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, “Long day. Did you see my outfit on the couch?”
Kris nodded, “I did.” He pouted. “I liked that outfit, too.”
Adam laughed, “Yeah, well, so did I.”
“Is that it? Did something else happen?”
Adam shook his head, “Just work drama. I had to cancel a few shows today.. The ones in Maine.”
Kris raised an eyebrow, “Why?”
“Stressed out, is all,” He placed down his fork and looked up at Kris. “I just wanted to come home.”
“Well now you’re here,” Kris smiled at him, also placing his chopsticks down.
“Yeah.. I was hoping..” he trailed off suddenly.
“You were hoping..?”
Adam sighed and his eyes were sad, “I thought we’d do something together. Today.”
“Like what?” Kris asked, curious.
“Well.. I don’t know! Go out to dinner, a movie, maybe? Something that everyone else does with their boyfriend or girlfriend?”
Kris was silent.
“Jesus, Kris! Are you really that dumb?” He stood up suddenly, angry.
“No.” Kris said, folding his arms across his chest.
“Well you’re sure acting like it! Do you not honestly know what today is?”
“I do, actually.”
“Oh really? Then what’s today, Kristopher?”
“Valentine’s day.”
Adam shook his head in disbelief, “I fucking hate you,” he spat out. And he turned his head to hide any tears that may have been trying to betray him. “I’m going to bed,” he whispered and he left the living room and made his way towards the stairs.
“Adam,” Kris said, getting up from the table. He pushed in his chair and followed after him.
“Get away from me you jerk,” Adam said, taking two stairs up at a time. “I don’t want to see you right now.”
“Adam! Just wait!” Kris said, pleadingly, his hand outstretched towards him.
Adam was already at the door, his hand paused at the door knob, “Don’t,” he whispered, and he opened the door and shut it behind him.
Kris sighed and rolled his eyes before following him through the door.
Adam was standing at the doorway, still, and his hands were against his face. Kris moved forward and wrapped his arms around him, and placed a kiss against his back.
“What’s this?” Adam asked, his voice muffled by his hands.
“It’s for us,” Kris muttered against his back.
There were a bunch of candles lit everywhere and rose pedals covered every inch of the room, including the bed, where the sheets were changed and it was arranged to look so inviting. Cale had made fun of Kris when they went out to buy everything, but Kris knew that Adam would like it.
“Did you have this all planned?”
Kris let out a sigh, “…yes. But I didn’t expect you to have a bad day today.”
Adam shook his head and wiped a hand across his eyes, “I can’t believe you. I hate you so much.”
Kris froze, “Wh-what?”
Adam turned around and cupped Kris’ face with both hands, pulling it up to his, “But I love you even more.” Kris smiled up at him and leaned forward, claiming Adam’s lips with his. He made sure that this kiss said, “I love you,” and “I’m sorry,” and “Please stay.”
Adam led them back to the bed where he lied down and Kris moved over him, placing kisses all over his face. He worked his shirt over Adam’s head and pulled off his own, placing kisses on Adam’s newly exposed skin, worshipping every inch and freckle.
Adam’s soft sighs are what kept him going, and he considered pulling out the whipped cream from underneath the bed, but he decided that now was the time to just make it up to Adam.
They made love nice and slow, despite Adam’s first protests, their bare skin warm at the other person’s touch and Kris kissed away Adam’s orgasm, always wanting to preserve these rare moments where Adam trusted Kris enough to love him this way.
“I’m sorry,” Kris whispered against Adam’s temple as they lay in each other’s arms.
“Don’t be,” Adam whispered against Kris’ chest. “It was perfect. I didn’t expect today to end this well.”
“Neither did I.”
Adam leaned up and placed another kiss to Kris’ lips, “Just don’t do it again next year, because I’m not going to forgive you this easily.”
Kris rolled his eyes, “Not even if I proposed to you?”
“That’s not funny!” He gave him a fake pout and then winked. “I expect to already be married to you by then, anyway,” he smiled and Kris’ heart fluttered slightly before Adam tightened his grip on him.
“Me too, me too.”
And he meant it, too, so he decided not to tell Adam about the little black velvet box.. the one that was sitting on the top shelf of the closet, just above Kris’ belongings.
Title: Huddled
Author: shatteredmemrys
Pairing: Kradam - Kris/Adam - American Idol
Words: 911
Rating: PG-13 (some swearing)
Prompt: somebody at beepxbeepxbeep was cooooooold and requested cuddling!kradam~
“Oh my g-god it’s f-f-fucking f-f-freezing in here!” Adam complained from the other room. He was wrapped up in Kris’ Snuggie, a large red blanket draped on top - and a smaller green one, and a baby blanket that Kris had to dig from inside his bedroom closet to find - and sitting on the couch in the Allen’s living room.
It was just him and Kris. The rest of the family had gone out to a lake to go ice skating. They had been invited to go with them, but Adam had kindly declined - something about being too clumsy - and there was a moment where Mama Allen almost cancelled the plans completely, not wanting to be rude, but Kris insisted that they go on and have their fun; he’d stay here with Adam.
Kris just shook his head from the doorway when he saw Adam sprawled on the couch, shaking like one of those small dogs that those hair-dyed-blonde California girls, with their plastic surgery and large sunglasses, would carry around. “You look pathetic.” He laughed, when Adam looked up at him, glaring at Kris and his one sweater and a pair of jeans ensemble.
“A-A-Aren’t y-you freezing?” Adam asked, pulling the blankets closer to him.
Kris shrugged. “Not really. I’m used to it.”
“W-W-Why is it snowing? I thought this was the south!” Adam pouted.
“It’s still the middle of winter, Dude.” Kris replied, smiling. “This isn’t L.A.”
“Sh-sh-shut up.” He shot another glare in Kris’ direction before pulling the red blanket completely over his head. Probably ignoring me, Kris sighed.
There was a sudden beeping coming from the kitchen and Kris moved to go back in there.
“What are you making?” Adam’s voice came, muffled, from somewhere amongst the pile of blankets, making Kris stop in his tracks.
“You’ll see.” He left the room, leaving just Adam and the cold.
“All you had to do was just tell me.” Adam mumbled, bitter, mainly from the cold, but also because he didn’t want to be left alone.
Being from Southern California, It’s not that easy coping with the cold; fifty-eight degrees was considered an appropriate time to wear a scarf and a thick jacket. Adam remembered the times when his mom would cuddle up with him on days like that. They would watch movies together and light a log in the fireplace… He briefly considered calling her, but he didn’t want to seem like a child. And he really didn’t want his mom to start to think that Kris was being a bad guy.
Adam’s thoughts were interrupted and his curiosity was enhanced when he heard cabinets opening and closing, clinking sounds, the fridge opening, and a sound he couldn’t even describe properly - a sort of whooshing, but not like the wind, more like something being dispensed.
“Kris?” Adam called, still hiding underneath the red blanket.
“Yeah?”
Adam nearly jumped at how close his voice was. He pulled the blanket down from his face, the cold instantly hitting his face, but there was Kris, his beautiful Kris, holding a large mug of something topped with whipped cream. That explains the whooshing sound, Adam thought, smiling to himself. He realized what it was as the rich chocolaty smell it radiated wafted through the air.
Adam pursed his lips when Kris placed the mug down on the coffee table and sat down next to him.
“Thank you K-Kris.” He made an attempt at moving closer to him but the cold hit him from somewhere around his back and he instantly lay back to where he was. “Umm.. I’d give y-y-you a hug right now b-but..”
Kris laughed and began to move the blankets, “Well then move over.”
“K-Kris?! What are you doing? You’ll let the c-cold in!”
“Why are you wrapped like a cocoon?” Kris asked, ignoring him, a smile playing at his lips.
“To keep you and the cold out!” Adam whined.
Adam was pouting as Kris somehow got himself under the blankets and lying on top of Adam’s chest. “Comfy?” Adam asked, rhetorically, as he pulled the red blanket over their heads.
Kris wiggled around a little, making Adam give a little gasp from the sudden friction down below - Kris smirked at this - and then gave a chuckle when he settled. “Yeah.”
Adam glared down at him, “Good. I’m glad.”
They stayed lying like that for who knows how long before Kris mumbled, “Are you warming up yet?”
Adam leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on his forehead before replying, “Yes. Thank you.”
Kris wrapped his arms around Adam and rested his head where Adam’s heart was. The constant beat was a comforting sound to him, though he was pretty sure that it was beating faster than usual. He decided not to bring it up, and instead kissed the spot where it was beating loudest.
“Umm.. Kris? I appreciate the gesture..But, that’s way too much for me.” It took Kris a second to realize that Adam was talking about the hot chocolate that had been left forgotten on the coffee table.
Kris smiled and spoke into Adam’s chest. “Well then, I guess it’s a good thing I made it for both of us.”
There was a pause and the next thing Kris knew, the pitter-patter of Adam’s heart accelerated and then his face was being pulled up by Adam’s warm hands. Adam smiled down at him lovingly before repeating softly, “Yeah…us.” and claiming Kris’ lips in a heart-warming kiss.
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Title: Untitled
Author: shatteredmemrys
Pairing: Kradam - Kris/Adam - American Idol
Words: 858
Rating: PG-13 (violence)
Prompt: This was a plot bunny in my head. I love fic where one half of Kradam gets into a fight to protect the other. Adam protects Kris this particular time. A little hurt/comfort.
“Ouch,” Kris winces, as Adam places a kiss on his bruised forehead, followed by an ice pack. His head was throbbing and he really wanted to just go lie down on his big feathery soft king-sized bed. He was currently settled on the red couch of his and Adam’s apartment, and Adam was hovering over him like he was a newborn child who just caught their first cold. “Adam, I’m fine. I don’t even feel it.”
Adam gave him a look and frowned slightly, disbelief coating his next sentence. “If that’s the truth, then why did you just wince and say ‘ouch’?”
Kris merely shrugged and sighed as Adam lifted the ice pack from his head one more time, checking what must be a black-eye. “How bad is it?”
Adam flung his arms around Kris’ small form and whined, “Oh Kris! I should’ve gotten to him sooner! I’m so sorry!”
Kris rolled his eyes, “Adam, don’t be a dumbass. It was my fault. I just drank a little too much.”
Adam pulled back, a frown still playing at his lips, “I shouldn’t have let you drink that much then! I mean, I..I kinda knew… that you had just a bit over how much your little body could handle, and I thought you’d be fine as long as you stuck with me.. But I’m such a bad boyfriend. I didn’t pay attention for ten seconds, and who knew that that was just how long… and now look at you! I’m so so so sorry.” He pulled Kris’ head to his chest in a vice-grip of a hug and Kris groaned. Probably from a mix of pain from the lump on his head and all of the beer he drank. “Ah! I’m sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you? Do you-”
“Adam.. Adam. I’m fine, stop freaking out, okay?” Kris looked up, into Adam’s eyes, warm and reassuring. “I’m fine. I don’t even remember what happened.”
“Do you want to know what happened?” Adam asked. He sat down next to Kris and settled for placing his hands in his lap, awkwardly, because he didn’t really know where else to put them and because he really didn’t want to risk hurting Kris anymore. Kris looked down at Adam’s hands and saw that he wasn’t wearing any of his rings currently. He also saw that there was some blood at his knuckles.
“How bad is the other guy?” Kris asked, because he didn’t really forget what happened, he can remember drinking a little too much, slipping away from Adam’s arms - “I just have to use the bathroom, babe. Be back in a minute,” - bumping into some random tall man with long dark hair, forgetting that they were at a totally 98% straight club in L.A., dancing with said dark-haired man, and being pushed violently. Next thing Kris knew, his jaw really hurt and he felt like the left lobe of his brain was about to fall out of his skull. That’s when Adam came into the mess. He didn’t see anything after that because Brad had pulled him away from the dance floor to the club exit.
“Well, after I pulled you off of him - and tried to stop you from swinging at me - he had a black eye..” Adam observed Kris’ face as he told him this, but Kris showed no emotion, so he continued. “So when I got a hold of him, I gave him a matching black eye.. and then some.”
“Did you get kicked out?”
Adam laughed and shrugged, “Well, obviously. But I don’t care. Fuck ‘straight’ clubs. We can just stick to our favorites. Less injuries.. if they keep their paws off of you.” He winked and Kris could feel his ears turning red.
“Is your hand okay?” Kris asked, taking Adam’s hand in his. He turned it over in his own hands a few times and saw that they were a little raw at the knuckles.
“I just haven’t thrown a punch in awhile,” Adam said in a low tone. He paused for a moment before joking, “I bet my dad would be proud.”
Kris brought Adam’s hand to his mouth and he brushed a light kiss over his knuckles, his lips lingering slightly. He then breathed a “sorry” against the soft freckled skin of his wrist.
Adam used the same hand to turn Kris’ face up to his and he gave him a small smile, “Don’t be. The guy.. he didn’t need to shove you. He could’ve asked you to kindly back-off, but instead he chose to be a homophobic asshole.” He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Kris’ briefly before pulling him into another hug. “Just don’t do it again. You don’t need to hurt that pretty little face of yours. Your mom is going to kill me.”
Kris couldn’t help but laugh at this as he leaned into Adam’s chest, making himself comfortable; because right now this seemed a whole lot better than the bed that he wanted to be in just a few moments ago.
“Nah, she won’t kill you. She likes you a whole lot more than Daniel.”
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Title: Not As Planned (A Valntine's Day ficlet)
Author: shatteredmemrys
Pairing: Kradam - Kris/Adam - American Idol
Words: 2,182
Rating: PG-13/Light R (for implicit sex and Adam being a drama queen)
Prompt: This was a fic for my lovely wifey ginasaur_x3 I think it was a Valentine's fic? lmao idek.
Adam Lambert was having a very bad day. This morning, at home, he had spilled coffee on his favorite outfit from being in a rush to get to the studio, because he was running late, again. Damn Kristopher had to look so beautiful last night, he had thought as he got into the private car sent to him. When he got to rehearsal, Lisa was crying because of some family problem she was having and she was all over the place when playing the keyboard. He gave her a one-armed hug around the shoulder and told her to sit down for awhile. (“Take as long as you need, honey.”) And now, after three hours of rehearsal, his publicist was calling him for perhaps the twelth time today, this time asking him why he had just cancelled his newly scheduled concert dates in Maine.
“I’m just so stressed out right now,” he sighed into the phone. “I’d probably cry right on stage.” He hung up, after she gave him some long bullshit speech about how he was gonna be called a diva, silenced his phone, and tossed it into his bag. He’d buy all the fans gift baskets if he had too. Paid membership to his fan club HQ.
“You okay, man?” Tommy asked from across the room. Adam looked up to see he and Lisa staring at him, concerned.
“Huh? Oh.. yeah.” He waved his hand at them, dismissing the thought. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.” He looked around the stage and let out a long, strained, sigh. He really wanted to get back home. “You know what? I think we’re done here. Let’s just wait for the show to start.”
***
The show went well, it was a simple twenty minute set at a small venue, but it still exhausted Adam, who was now throwing a fit because it started to rain here in L.A.
“I am not in the mood for this!” He said at the window, not really to anyone in particular.
“Is Adam pms-ing?” Monte asked, causing Tommy to go into a fit of laughter.
Adam shot a glare at the two. “Haha,” he mock-laughed. “Why don’t you get me a cab, Tommy?” It was more of a command then a question, and it silenced his laughter instantly.
He had to admit, it was pretty funny seeing Tommy out in the rain, trying to get a taxi to stop. When he finally hailed one down, fifteen minutes later, Adam gave him a kiss on the cheek, and laughed. “You look like a wet skunk!” He got into the cab and rolled the window down slightly. “Thank you! See you guys later!” He waved at the other three and then the cabbie drove off.
“Where to?”
Adam gave the man his address, pulled out his iPod and headphones, and sat back in his seat. He couldn’t wait to get home to Kris. It was Valentine’s Day after all.
***
When he got home, Kris was on the couch playing with his Xbox 360. Kris was playing some sort of shooting game that made Adam squeamish from all of the blood. Call of Duty, or something like that. And from the sound of it, he was playing live with Cale.. and Kris was winning.
“I just blew your head right off!” He laughed out loud, and Adam couldn’t help but smile. He was so cute when he was being his dorky self.
“Hey,” Adam said, walking over to Kris and placing a kiss on the top of his head.
“Hey baby,” Kris replied back, looking up at Adam and puckering his lips.
Adam leaned down to brush his lips lightly against his, but then Kris said into it, “No! Not you Cale!”
Adam laughed and said into the headpiece, “Hey Cale? He’s mine. Sorry. And, now, he needs to spend some time with me.”
Kris gave him a questioning look, “I do?”
“Uh, yeah… Don’t you know what today is?”
“…Sunday.”
“And…?”
“I don’t know, man.” Kris said, kinda half-heartedly.
“Think harder,” Adam prodded, a rise hinting at his voice.
“The Sunday after the Super Bowl?”
“Very funny, Kris. Get off your game,” Adam said, reaching for Kris’ arm and tugging on it slightly.
“But I’m winning!” Kris whined, looking back, hopelessly, at the game.
Adam let go of Kris’ arm and frowned. “Are you serious, Kris? Do you really care more about that stupid game than me?”
“What’s wrong with you?” Kris asked, turning in the couch to face Adam.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Adam shot back, folding his arms. After a pause, he let out an angry sound and then threw his arms down towards the ground, frustrated. “I can’t believe you! Today is not a great day for you to be doing this to me!” He stalked over to the entryway of the living room and turned back to Kris, who still looked utterly clueless. He shook his head and said, “I’m going to be in the recording room if you need me.” He stopped himself from adding a muttered “Jerk.”
***
“He sounded pissed, man.” Cale said.
Kris let out a sigh and nodded his head, even though Cale couldn’t see him. “You think I don’t know that?”
“Maybe you shouldn’t go through with this plan of yours,” Cale suggested.
“I guess he had a really bad day. I didn’t plan on this,” Kris said, picking up his controller again and shooting Cale’s character, right in the back.
“Hey! You cheater!” A minute passed and Cale finally killed off Kris’ character. “So… What are you going to do?”
“About what?”
“About Adam.”
“Oh.. I’ll still go through with the plan.”
“Harsh, dude,” Cale sighed.
“Maybe it’ll make the conclusion all the better though,” Kris said, only half-believing himself.
***
An hour later, Kris came into the room and asked If Adam was hungry.
“I guess.” Adam said, not turning away from the song he was working on.
“What do you want?” Kris asked, kinda disappointed that Adam wouldn’t face him.
“Whatever.”
“I’ll order take-out then,” Kris said. “Chinese food? A night in?”
“Yeah.” Adam said, barely audible.
It took everything inside of Kris to not go over there and wrap his arms around Adam and kiss his face all over and say sorry.
“I love you.” He said, instead, because it was true.
“Love you, too,” Adam replied, turning in his chair slightly and giving him a small smile; because he also meant it.
Kris went back upstairs and called the food company, and made sure to buy some extra of Adam’s favorite entrees.
***
Adam’s phone buzzed twenty-five minutes later from a text.
Kris <3: Food’s here. :)
Adam put away his scribbles that were supposed to be a song (and wound up just being Kris’ name in hearts and a lot of other inappropriate doodles and such) and made his way to the kitchen. He didn’t want to be upset with Kris today because, if he was being honest, it was hard staying mad at him. Plus, Adam was probably letting out a bit of his frustrations from the morning out on Kris.
The table was set up with the cartons of food in the middle of the table and two plates across from each other. Kris was sitting at the table, looking down at his plate and traces circles on the table with a chopstick.
“Romantic,” Adam said.
Kris looked up suddenly at the sound of his voice and he nearly dropped his glass as he tried to fix his composure. “H-Hey! I didn’t think you’d come to the table.”
“We always eat together.” Adam said, taking a seat across from Kris. He looked at the open cartons and smiled, “Oh, my favorite!”
Kris couldn’t help but watch with a stupid grin on his face as Adam loaded up his plate. Adam noticed half way through pouring some rice onto his plate and froze, “What?”
Kris just shook his head, “Just watching.”
“Well stop,” Adam said, shaking his hand at him. “I’m getting all self-conscious.”
Kris rolled his eyes and began to load his own plate.
“How was your day?” He had to know why Adam was so upset when he got home.
Adam let out a sigh and ran a hand through his hair, “Long day. Did you see my outfit on the couch?”
Kris nodded, “I did.” He pouted. “I liked that outfit, too.”
Adam laughed, “Yeah, well, so did I.”
“Is that it? Did something else happen?”
Adam shook his head, “Just work drama. I had to cancel a few shows today.. The ones in Maine.”
Kris raised an eyebrow, “Why?”
“Stressed out, is all,” He placed down his fork and looked up at Kris. “I just wanted to come home.”
“Well now you’re here,” Kris smiled at him, also placing his chopsticks down.
“Yeah.. I was hoping..” he trailed off suddenly.
“You were hoping..?”
Adam sighed and his eyes were sad, “I thought we’d do something together. Today.”
“Like what?” Kris asked, curious.
“Well.. I don’t know! Go out to dinner, a movie, maybe? Something that everyone else does with their boyfriend or girlfriend?”
Kris was silent.
“Jesus, Kris! Are you really that dumb?” He stood up suddenly, angry.
“No.” Kris said, folding his arms across his chest.
“Well you’re sure acting like it! Do you not honestly know what today is?”
“I do, actually.”
“Oh really? Then what’s today, Kristopher?”
“Valentine’s day.”
Adam shook his head in disbelief, “I fucking hate you,” he spat out. And he turned his head to hide any tears that may have been trying to betray him. “I’m going to bed,” he whispered and he left the living room and made his way towards the stairs.
“Adam,” Kris said, getting up from the table. He pushed in his chair and followed after him.
“Get away from me you jerk,” Adam said, taking two stairs up at a time. “I don’t want to see you right now.”
“Adam! Just wait!” Kris said, pleadingly, his hand outstretched towards him.
Adam was already at the door, his hand paused at the door knob, “Don’t,” he whispered, and he opened the door and shut it behind him.
Kris sighed and rolled his eyes before following him through the door.
Adam was standing at the doorway, still, and his hands were against his face. Kris moved forward and wrapped his arms around him, and placed a kiss against his back.
“What’s this?” Adam asked, his voice muffled by his hands.
“It’s for us,” Kris muttered against his back.
There were a bunch of candles lit everywhere and rose pedals covered every inch of the room, including the bed, where the sheets were changed and it was arranged to look so inviting. Cale had made fun of Kris when they went out to buy everything, but Kris knew that Adam would like it.
“Did you have this all planned?”
Kris let out a sigh, “…yes. But I didn’t expect you to have a bad day today.”
Adam shook his head and wiped a hand across his eyes, “I can’t believe you. I hate you so much.”
Kris froze, “Wh-what?”
Adam turned around and cupped Kris’ face with both hands, pulling it up to his, “But I love you even more.” Kris smiled up at him and leaned forward, claiming Adam’s lips with his. He made sure that this kiss said, “I love you,” and “I’m sorry,” and “Please stay.”
Adam led them back to the bed where he lied down and Kris moved over him, placing kisses all over his face. He worked his shirt over Adam’s head and pulled off his own, placing kisses on Adam’s newly exposed skin, worshipping every inch and freckle.
Adam’s soft sighs are what kept him going, and he considered pulling out the whipped cream from underneath the bed, but he decided that now was the time to just make it up to Adam.
They made love nice and slow, despite Adam’s first protests, their bare skin warm at the other person’s touch and Kris kissed away Adam’s orgasm, always wanting to preserve these rare moments where Adam trusted Kris enough to love him this way.
“I’m sorry,” Kris whispered against Adam’s temple as they lay in each other’s arms.
“Don’t be,” Adam whispered against Kris’ chest. “It was perfect. I didn’t expect today to end this well.”
“Neither did I.”
Adam leaned up and placed another kiss to Kris’ lips, “Just don’t do it again next year, because I’m not going to forgive you this easily.”
Kris rolled his eyes, “Not even if I proposed to you?”
“That’s not funny!” He gave him a fake pout and then winked. “I expect to already be married to you by then, anyway,” he smiled and Kris’ heart fluttered slightly before Adam tightened his grip on him.
“Me too, me too.”
And he meant it, too, so he decided not to tell Adam about the little black velvet box.. the one that was sitting on the top shelf of the closet, just above Kris’ belongings.