[Fandom: American Idol 8] Strangeness in the night [PG13]
One Shot
When he had left Katy, he had realized that he was leaving a sure life for a dangerous one. It wasn’t a good prospective even if, yeah, it could have been.
He was only a little bit restless. He didn’t believe yet that he was really there; that he was really taken. Him, Kris, not the young guy before him in the audition, who had - he had heard it clearly - an amazing voice. No, they had taken him. One like him.
A short guy, Christian, married and with a lot of other characteristics that could have easily stopped them from choosing him, despite the voice.
And, oh, yes, he also had a guitar, but he hadn’t brought it to the audition, so he hadn’t been able to play it in his favour.
And, shit, in the audition he had also mentally cursed himself after only five seconds in answering Kara, “Oh no, I think that there are a lot of people better than me.”
Stupid.
It wasn’t a good choice.
But after he sang, they had taken him. Despite everything, he was there.
And he was happy, he was really happy. And so was Katy.
The thing was that in his future, there was the absolute unknown. Maybe they would send him home after two weeks. Maybe one week.
Maybe he had to cut it off.
“I wonder if the ceiling is special.”
Adams’ voice made him jolt slightly; he hadn’t heard him get out of the bathroom. The noise of his paranoia was evidently covering the external world.
Perfect. He’d go crazy of paranoia before beginning American Idol. Perfect.
“Uhm, nothing, I think.”
Adam nodded, comprehensive, while he was drawing near to his bed (enormous! Who they had created those beds? He was used to squeezing with Katy in a one plaza bed when they were married, and it had been always fine).
Kris slightly moved when Adam fell on his mattress with a thud, looking at the white ceiling with his same intensity.
"Maybe we’ll something interesting. You never know what you can find around you."
"On a ceiling?"
"Anywhere."
Kris nodded, more out for habit and politeness than for other reasons. "Does that make any sense?"
Adam shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "I don't have any idea."
Kris turned his head enough to be able to look at him.
Adam’s blue eyes were looking at him with a harsh intensity, making Kris feel nervous.
It wasn’t Adam’s fault. He had seen him speaking with a couple people and he had noticed that…Well, that he always looked at you like this, as if you were a very, very interesting person.
In every aspect.
However, Kris still felt nervous.
He shook his head and looked at the ceiling again. "You’re strange." It escaped from his lips. But he didn’t want to be mean. It was something more like, "Yeah, you’re strange, but strange people are charming. I’m a boring person to you, I’m sure."
Well, maybe he implicated too much in only one sentence, but the general sense was there.
"Oh, I’m strange?" Adam responded, laughing. "That isn’t news. They always tell me that, it’s a cliché now."
Kris turned to look at Adam again. He wondered how much true lightness was in those words, and how much resignation.
However, Adam’s eyes were still fixed on him. And he was still nervous.
Adam stopped laughing and stared at him, always with the look 'I find you fucking interesting.'
And Kris felt this way about him, interesting.
Then a moment after, he was fixing his eyes on Adam’s lips. Then, he looked from the blue of the other’s eyes, to the line of his nose, to the freckles that he could clearly see, now that the makeup had disappeared, and up to his lips again.
They were beautiful.
Beautiful, for male lips.
… Maybe all gays had beautiful lips.
Mental slap.
What the hell was I thinking? I was not reasoning, that was obvious.
However, Adam was too close. He realized now that, well, he had him only a distance of a breath away. Or less.
The distance was not there anymore, because there was no more space between their lips.
He didn’t have the time to think, because the seconds between the moment in which he tried to push him away and the moment in which he grabbed his shoulders were too short.
And maybe gays had another talent: kissing as if there was no tomorrow. Or maybe that was Adam’s talent.
However, he was tightening Adam against him, on a bed, in the first evening among those walls.
And he had greeted Katy only a few hours before.
Kris opened his eyes wide and decided to push himself away from Adam.
And from his lips, yes.
"No! That is…oh God…wait, no!"
Adam looked at him with a smile that was making what little brain he had left go crazy.
“I’m married!” he sighed, in the end.
He was successful.
He had stopped everything from the start.
“…Ok, I understand.”
And while Adam walked away from him, walking towards his bed like nothing happened with a rather beautiful smile on his face, Kris knew that if he continued to stare at him like that, he wouldn’t stop anything.
~~~
“Adam!”
Adam jolted, lifting his look from the laptop to cast a glance at Kris, who had just gotten out of the shower.
"What are you doing?" he asked, approaching his bed and sitting close to Adam, trying to peer at his PC.
Adam smiled at him, amused. "They did it again, did you know?"
“What?”
And he would have busted out into laugher if Kris had kept on looking at him with that afraid and stunned expression.
Sometimes, Kris was really adorable.
He turned the computer towards Kris to allow him to read. "Guess what? Well, this time they described me as the lover. Ah, and you remained hetero until the time you met me, obviously.”
Kris read the page quickly, before sighing. “You must stop reading these things.”
Adam laughed. “It’s not my fault if Neil spends all his time on the web and finds all this.”
“But your brother should avoid sending you them.”
“But I’m curious!”
Kris shook his head and he got up from the bed. He grabbed his cell phone and went to the bathroom again. "I’m going to the bathroom again, to call Katy. I need comfort."
Adam nodded. "Sure. And while you do that, I’m going to listen to my iPod, ‘cause I don't want to hear what you’re doing in the bathroom on the telephone with Katy…”
Kris turned to face him, scandalized and with wide eyes. "Adam!”
Adam didn't succeed in stopping himself from falling of the bed, rolling in laughter. "Was it inappropriate?”
Kris shook his head, resigned. And with a wave of the hand, he finally slipped into the bathroom.