Untitled Dollar Donation Deal Excerpt #2 (Adam/Kris/Katy)
Title: Untitled Dollar Donation Deal Excerpt (#2)
Rating: PG (for these parts)
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen/Katy Allen
Word Count: 1,213 (cumulatively)
Notes: For antigone921 as part of my Dollar Donation Drive - she requested an excerpt of my Adam/Kris/Katy fic that is as of yet unfinished. This is actually the very first fic I started writing this year, and it's been ongoing and changing and developing and growing for almost 2 months. (OK, honestly, I haven't looked at it since I started writing "Southside of Heaven.") What's posted below is just a series of excerpts - these portions are unbetaed and unfinished (and won't be finished for a while). (Also, this fic has a title, I'm just not revealing it yet.)
- - - - -
“Makeup only enhances what’s already there,” Adam tells her as he shoots a pretend dirty look at Kris, who is perched on the edge of the bathtub, and points the eyeliner pencil at him. “This one should be letting you know you’re hot all the time.”
Kris looks serious and nods as if properly chastised, of course, then gives Katy that grin that means all of her hard work - and Adam’s - might be rewarded later that evening. “You are hot,” he says. “All the time, not just with Adam’s makeup tricks. I may have to steal Adam’s eyeliner pencil, though. Maybe put some on myself, too.”
Katy rolls her eyes. Adam snorts. “Don’t bother. You’ll lose an eye,” he tells him. “You can’t even draw a straight line on a piece of graph paper.” He washes his hands and Katy hops off the counter, then straightens out her skirt.
“Get up, Kris, or we’ll never get moving,” Katy tells her husband. She holds out her hand in a get up, let’s go sort of way, but then there’s a second - Adam holds out his hand at the same time. Kris takes both hands, sandwiched between them as they squeeze through the doorway. No one lets go, even though letting go would make more sense.
- - - - -
The apartment is still and too quiet for Katy. She hears from him every day - sometimes it’s just a text message, or a voicemail if she’s somewhere that she can’t get to the phone. Sometimes they have intense thirty minute conversations about nothing in particular. Occasionally he just texts her a “hello” and then she doesn’t hear from again until the next morning. There’s no constant.
Except Adam. Katy hears him in the background when she talks to Kris on the phone. He’s there when Katy makes it out to a show, never more than a few feet away from her husband at any given time. He’s in the pictures that Kris takes; he’s in pictures that other people take of Kris, even without meaning to be. Then Kris sends her a picture of himself in Adam’s heavy, studded jacket, looking very much the sheepish boy in a dress-up costume, with Adam grinning over his shoulder.
The picture from Tampa is of two pairs of feet - one set obviously belonging to Kris, the other no doubt Adam’s by the appearance of blue lacquered toenails - taken from a sitting angle. Katy can see the ocean yards ahead of them. The caption below says wish you were here.
Katy texts back: me too.
- - - - -
Adam blows back into town like a wind, a month or so after Kris lands home. Katy knows from Kris that he’s finished his album in New York, then took a vacation before promotion for the record begins in earnest. She answers the door and when she pulls it open there’s Adam, looking tired and without makeup, but an amazing grin spreads across his face and he brings her into a hug that lifts her feet off the floor.
“Oh God, it is so nice to see real people again,” Adam says as he puts her down.
“As opposed to fake people?” Katy laughs.
“Yes,” he says firmly. “I just spent ten days in vacation hell. Not only do I suck at every foreign language ever, I also got dumped in Spain, lost my sunglasses and for whatever reason spent ten minutes getting fondled by security on my way back into the United States. You guys are the first real people I’ve seen in ages. I also tore a hole in my favorite pair of pants, but we’re not gonna talk about how that happened.”
“Were they on your body when they tore?” Kris comes out of the spare room and leans against the doorway as he looks Adam over, then says, “We can probably figure it out.”
The smile on Adam’s face changes then, wavers a little, before it changes completely into a look that Katy thinks may be reserved for Kris alone. “Yeah, you probably can,” Adam says, then crosses the room in a slow stride. When he gets to the doorway he pulls Kris into a hug - a full-body Adam hug, touching head to toe, complete with a dropped kiss on Kris’s temple. “You’re too wise. You know how I operate, Kristopher.”
Kris pulls away first, shrugs his shoulders a little bit. Katy notices the little wrinkle of Adam’s forehead, that bewildered look that is so rare on his face, and then it changes into a grin that even Katy knows isn’t real. “We’re going out,” he decides. “No arguments, just get dressed. Actually, Kris, I should probably help you figure out what you should wear. And I haven’t even been home yet so I can just get ready over here.”
“You don’t want to go home first, see your apartment?” Katy asks, though she doesn’t mind that Adam’s already wheeling his two giant bags in from the hallway. She wonders if Adam can help her fix things with Kris - at this point they’ve spent more time in close quarters than Katy and Kris have, anyway. Maybe Kris will act normal now, she thinks, although she already senses this isn’t going to be the case. Belatedly she realizes that she isn’t even sure where Adam’s apartment is.
“It’ll still be there tonight,” Adam says, then pauses. “I also have no clue where my house key is.”
- - - - -
“You know I don’t go around randomly hooking up with strangers on a regular basis, right?” Adam says abruptly, and Katy turns to look at him. She pauses a moment before saying anything.
“Even if you did,” she finally says, “I wouldn’t judge you. I know that’s not who you really are, Adam. I know that’s not what you want to be.”
He nods and puts his arm around her, pulling her into a half-hug. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m like, some slut or anything. I’m just… I don’t know, you and Kris are so perfect together and I want that too. Every time I think I have it, it just…”
“Slips right through your fingers,” Katy says, and puts her arms around Adam, giving him a real hug. She can smell the scent he wears, strong and crisp, mixed with a little sweat and the smell of his makeup, and it’s such a weird contrast to the way Kris smells - clean and fresh like soap, and the cologne he uses on special occasions reminds her of neroli oil. “Everyone gets lonely sometimes, Adam. It’s okay. And no relationship is perfect, especially not mine.”
He grins down at her. “I find that hard to believe.”
”Believe it,” she says seriously.
- - - - -
Kris gets in from the airport late and immediately crawls into bed. Things are still tense, but Katy thinks she knows what she should do - but she has to know, needs to know before this goes any further. Kris is curled up on the other side of the bed as close as he can get to the edge. “Do you still love me?” she wonders out loud, and he rolls over to look at her incredulously.
“I will always love you,” he says, and it sounds like he’s swearing it forever.
Rating: PG (for these parts)
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen/Katy Allen
Word Count: 1,213 (cumulatively)
Notes: For antigone921 as part of my Dollar Donation Drive - she requested an excerpt of my Adam/Kris/Katy fic that is as of yet unfinished. This is actually the very first fic I started writing this year, and it's been ongoing and changing and developing and growing for almost 2 months. (OK, honestly, I haven't looked at it since I started writing "Southside of Heaven.") What's posted below is just a series of excerpts - these portions are unbetaed and unfinished (and won't be finished for a while). (Also, this fic has a title, I'm just not revealing it yet.)
- - - - -
“Makeup only enhances what’s already there,” Adam tells her as he shoots a pretend dirty look at Kris, who is perched on the edge of the bathtub, and points the eyeliner pencil at him. “This one should be letting you know you’re hot all the time.”
Kris looks serious and nods as if properly chastised, of course, then gives Katy that grin that means all of her hard work - and Adam’s - might be rewarded later that evening. “You are hot,” he says. “All the time, not just with Adam’s makeup tricks. I may have to steal Adam’s eyeliner pencil, though. Maybe put some on myself, too.”
Katy rolls her eyes. Adam snorts. “Don’t bother. You’ll lose an eye,” he tells him. “You can’t even draw a straight line on a piece of graph paper.” He washes his hands and Katy hops off the counter, then straightens out her skirt.
“Get up, Kris, or we’ll never get moving,” Katy tells her husband. She holds out her hand in a get up, let’s go sort of way, but then there’s a second - Adam holds out his hand at the same time. Kris takes both hands, sandwiched between them as they squeeze through the doorway. No one lets go, even though letting go would make more sense.
- - - - -
The apartment is still and too quiet for Katy. She hears from him every day - sometimes it’s just a text message, or a voicemail if she’s somewhere that she can’t get to the phone. Sometimes they have intense thirty minute conversations about nothing in particular. Occasionally he just texts her a “hello” and then she doesn’t hear from again until the next morning. There’s no constant.
Except Adam. Katy hears him in the background when she talks to Kris on the phone. He’s there when Katy makes it out to a show, never more than a few feet away from her husband at any given time. He’s in the pictures that Kris takes; he’s in pictures that other people take of Kris, even without meaning to be. Then Kris sends her a picture of himself in Adam’s heavy, studded jacket, looking very much the sheepish boy in a dress-up costume, with Adam grinning over his shoulder.
The picture from Tampa is of two pairs of feet - one set obviously belonging to Kris, the other no doubt Adam’s by the appearance of blue lacquered toenails - taken from a sitting angle. Katy can see the ocean yards ahead of them. The caption below says wish you were here.
Katy texts back: me too.
- - - - -
Adam blows back into town like a wind, a month or so after Kris lands home. Katy knows from Kris that he’s finished his album in New York, then took a vacation before promotion for the record begins in earnest. She answers the door and when she pulls it open there’s Adam, looking tired and without makeup, but an amazing grin spreads across his face and he brings her into a hug that lifts her feet off the floor.
“Oh God, it is so nice to see real people again,” Adam says as he puts her down.
“As opposed to fake people?” Katy laughs.
“Yes,” he says firmly. “I just spent ten days in vacation hell. Not only do I suck at every foreign language ever, I also got dumped in Spain, lost my sunglasses and for whatever reason spent ten minutes getting fondled by security on my way back into the United States. You guys are the first real people I’ve seen in ages. I also tore a hole in my favorite pair of pants, but we’re not gonna talk about how that happened.”
“Were they on your body when they tore?” Kris comes out of the spare room and leans against the doorway as he looks Adam over, then says, “We can probably figure it out.”
The smile on Adam’s face changes then, wavers a little, before it changes completely into a look that Katy thinks may be reserved for Kris alone. “Yeah, you probably can,” Adam says, then crosses the room in a slow stride. When he gets to the doorway he pulls Kris into a hug - a full-body Adam hug, touching head to toe, complete with a dropped kiss on Kris’s temple. “You’re too wise. You know how I operate, Kristopher.”
Kris pulls away first, shrugs his shoulders a little bit. Katy notices the little wrinkle of Adam’s forehead, that bewildered look that is so rare on his face, and then it changes into a grin that even Katy knows isn’t real. “We’re going out,” he decides. “No arguments, just get dressed. Actually, Kris, I should probably help you figure out what you should wear. And I haven’t even been home yet so I can just get ready over here.”
“You don’t want to go home first, see your apartment?” Katy asks, though she doesn’t mind that Adam’s already wheeling his two giant bags in from the hallway. She wonders if Adam can help her fix things with Kris - at this point they’ve spent more time in close quarters than Katy and Kris have, anyway. Maybe Kris will act normal now, she thinks, although she already senses this isn’t going to be the case. Belatedly she realizes that she isn’t even sure where Adam’s apartment is.
“It’ll still be there tonight,” Adam says, then pauses. “I also have no clue where my house key is.”
- - - - -
“You know I don’t go around randomly hooking up with strangers on a regular basis, right?” Adam says abruptly, and Katy turns to look at him. She pauses a moment before saying anything.
“Even if you did,” she finally says, “I wouldn’t judge you. I know that’s not who you really are, Adam. I know that’s not what you want to be.”
He nods and puts his arm around her, pulling her into a half-hug. “I just don’t want you to think that I’m like, some slut or anything. I’m just… I don’t know, you and Kris are so perfect together and I want that too. Every time I think I have it, it just…”
“Slips right through your fingers,” Katy says, and puts her arms around Adam, giving him a real hug. She can smell the scent he wears, strong and crisp, mixed with a little sweat and the smell of his makeup, and it’s such a weird contrast to the way Kris smells - clean and fresh like soap, and the cologne he uses on special occasions reminds her of neroli oil. “Everyone gets lonely sometimes, Adam. It’s okay. And no relationship is perfect, especially not mine.”
He grins down at her. “I find that hard to believe.”
”Believe it,” she says seriously.
- - - - -
Kris gets in from the airport late and immediately crawls into bed. Things are still tense, but Katy thinks she knows what she should do - but she has to know, needs to know before this goes any further. Kris is curled up on the other side of the bed as close as he can get to the edge. “Do you still love me?” she wonders out loud, and he rolls over to look at her incredulously.
“I will always love you,” he says, and it sounds like he’s swearing it forever.