A Cup Of Kindness Yet

[sporadic_fic]

FANDOM: American Idol
PAIRING: Adam/Kris, with bonus Adam/Brad and Adam/Tommy along the way.
RATING: PG-13 I guess, for language
WORD COUNT: 5,811
WARNINGS: none
DISCLAIMER: nothing described is real.
SUMMARY: Five New Year's Eves with Adam. Five points of view. A whole lotta booze.
NOTES: Charity fic for daemonicangel for the Houston Area Women's Center drive

Comments

[sassymom03]

Oh wow, this is so perfect. I really love your writing, I fell in love with it when I read And Both Shall Row, and now this just reinforces it.

~ I love how they're in their own little world, oblivious to everything:
Except that Kris doesn't stop kissing Adam, even though Adam isn't really kissing him back, and then he is, and everyone is toasting and kissing and hugging around them and they're just going, mouths opening hot, hot and wet and tongues pushing against each other, Kris's hands balling up the sides of Adam's shirt and Adam makes a soft low sound that short-circuits Kris's brain and he backs up, startled.

~ THIS...all of it, but especially the bold parts...beautiful:
He's missing him now, a bit, but not in a twisting, hard way; just a dull buzz in the back of his head. He's looking forward tonight, and it's easier than usual because it's New Year's, and he's alone but not lonely. He'll be busy soon, and surrounded by his friends and his band, and eventually Kris will tell him what it is he's sure about, and they'll figure it out from there. He'll be okay, no matter what; he knows that about himself by now.

~ These two paragraphs are exquisite and I love your use of imagery:
Adam stops breathing, then, and walks towards the door feeling like he's in a dream, like he's just realized he's dreaming and that means he's about to wake himself up, and he'll put his hand on the doorknob and try to squeeze his eyes shut and cling to this vision but it'll dissolve in the unfeeling reality of morning.

But he puts his hand on the doorknob, and it's solid and cool beneath his palm, and when he opens the door Kris is standing there, smiling and sweet-looking and real - this is all real. He lets out a breath, shaking because oh, God, this is real. "You - you came here tonight - "

~ This made the romantic in me exceedingly happy:
Adam laughs, then, and says, "I - I fucking love you, Kris Allen," and laughs again, and says, "Oh God, come here," and reaches out to pull Kris by his waist, warm and solid and his to touch, whenever he wants to.

Kris steps across the doorway and they don't bother to wait till midnight; they just straight away kiss, and kiss, kiss like joy, deep and addictive, and hold each other like they're all they need, and laugh yous and yeses and loves into each other's mouths and kiss again, because Billy Crystal is right: when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you want the rest of your life to start now.

There's something so unique about your writing; I don't know how to describe it but I love it and I think you're a very gifted writer. I look forward to more from you, bb.

[sporadic_fic]

omg, this comment is so amazingly sweet - it's always so incredibly gratifying to hear that specific bits really stuck out to someone. & i just can't even tell you how much i appreciate your comments on my writing - thank you so, so much <3