Completion | Kris/Adam, Kris/Katy, R
(Originally posted 21st May 2009.)
Title: Completion
Author: ilytheira
Pairing: Kradam (Kris Allen/Adam Lambert) + Kris/Katy
Rating: R, for references to sex~
Summary: ‘He’s hard of breathing for a moment as he takes it in watches Kris take it in as they all soak it up and treasure it and dwell only in the moment and not care about yesterday or tomorrow.’
Notes: There’s not much to say. I love these boys, I love them to death, and I’m proud and happy and elated for the both of them. <3
Disclaimer: Neither Kris nor Adam, nor any of the people featured below, belong to me.
And now, a quick twenty-minute piece, give or take a few, in celebration of tonight.
He’s not going to feign surprise. He’s not going to feign outrage or disbelief or numbness or five million other ugly emotions. He’s not going to feign a rise or a tantrum, isn’t going to feign a protest or feed the want to question any form of justification of Kris’ win (any argument against Kris’ win would have been invalid to him, anyway). He doesn’t know how to describe it - elation, satisfaction, completion - he doesn’t know how to deal with it - hug Kris, hug Kris, hug Kris, turn to Allison, look and smile at Kris - but he can feel it - can feel his heart begin to hurt with all the pride and adoration he has for Kris, can feel his hands sting as he claps claps claps applause, can feel his ears turn red as the deafening roars in the theatre become impossibly louder, can feel his lips curl up into the widest smile he’s ever given, the proudest smile, the proudest smile.
His stomach is turning, his stomach is turning, and it’s another one of those indescribable feelings that he’s learned to associate only with his journey - you’ve made it through to Hollywood you’re moving on to top 36 you’re part of our top 13 you’re in the bottom two you’re into the top two - it’s another one of those indescribable feelings that he’s learned to appreciate. His eyes are smiling, his lips cannot help but smile, hell, every fiber in his being has to be smiling as he looks on at Kris.
Kris, who is looking up at him in wide-eyed, open-mouthed honest surprise-
Kris, who is looking down at him in wide-eyed, open-mouthed anticipation-
Kris, who is looking at him and shaking his head, Kris, who is saying he isn’t deserving of this but truly honestly is-
Kris, who is looking at him and nodding, nodding, begging, Kris, who is saying he isn’t deserving of him but truly is-
Kris, who he’s wrapping his arms around, Kris, who he’s hugging tighter than he’s ever hugged him before-
Kris, who’s wrapping his legs around him, Kris, who’s holding on to his hand tighter than he’s ever done before-
Kris, who’s letting the melody carry him, Kris, who’s deserving of a better coronation song but making do with hurricanes and mountains-
Kris, who’s letting himself succumb to their harmony, Kris, whose voice sounds like a coronation song in itself, oh God oh God Adam Adam oh God-
He steps back and meshes into Allison, who presses herself into his side and buries her face into his shoulder for a moment, before looking up at him and he looks down at her. He smiles, and he smiles, and he smiles some more, because there is nothing he can do to stop from smiling. Elation, satisfaction, completion. He and Allison stay at the back of the pack as Kris leads them to the stage behind the judges’ table, as Kris leads them to the center and leads them to the crescendo of the song, of the song, of their journey, of everything they’ve all worked for, as Kris leads them to the fall of the crescendo and as Kris brings them together.
He feels Allison’s hands tighten around his waist, and he tightens his arm around her shoulders. He’s hard of breathing for a moment as he takes it in watches Kris take it in as they all soak it up and treasure it and dwell only in the moment and not care about yesterday or tomorrow.
Elation, satisfaction, completion.
He falls into the background as Katy runs up to Kris and they’re crying in each other’s arms, falls into the background and settles for smiling, and smiling, and smiling some more, and the next thing he knows, it’s a group hug, arms and arms and arms and oh, there’s Megan’s sleeve tattoo and hey, Danny, don’t suffocate Matt now, and hey, Jorge and slowly, he and Kris are being pushed toward each other. Katy steps back, Katy steps down, and then it’s the thirteen of them again, the thirteen of them and it’s him and it’s Kris in the middle of it all, and they’re basking in the moment.
It’s Kris who’s burying his face into the crook of his neck, it’s him letting his hand rest on Kris’ back, it’s Kris who’s crying and crying and it’s Kris who won’t let go, it’s him who’s tearing up and tearing up and it’s him who doesn’t want to let go, and it’s into their memories that this night, this experience, this journey is being engraved into.
You’ve made it through to Hollywood you’re moving on to top 36 you’re part of our top 13 you’re in the bottom three you’re in the top two you’ve won you’ve won you’re the next American Idol.
He’d known it the moment he and Kris stood at the center of the stage, had known it during “We Are the Champions,” had known it during all the commercials and backstage breaks for water, water, makeup, touchups, does anybody have something to snack on, water, water, back on stage in five-
The Idol crown wasn’t his to lose; the Idol crown was for Kris to win.
He’s standing by Kris, an arm draped around his shoulders, looking fondly at him as he looks over the thousands of people gathered and shakes his head in disbelief, nods his head in thanks, bites his lip bites his lip, starts to cry again. He’s standing by Kris, letting him savor the moment, laughing at him as he brushes confetti away from his face and off of his clothes, smiling and smiling graciously and smiling widely, ever a class act, Kris is ever the class act, Kris is hanging on to him and letting his hand rest on the small of his back, and Kris is standing by him, and they’re standing by each other.
They’re standing by each other.
They’re standing by each other with each other for each other side to side shoulder to shoulder hip to hip, damn it, shoe to shoe-
He’s at peace, and this is how they should be.
(Elation, satisfaction, completion.)
Title: Completion
Author: ilytheira
Pairing: Kradam (Kris Allen/Adam Lambert) + Kris/Katy
Rating: R, for references to sex~
Summary: ‘He’s hard of breathing for a moment as he takes it in watches Kris take it in as they all soak it up and treasure it and dwell only in the moment and not care about yesterday or tomorrow.’
Notes: There’s not much to say. I love these boys, I love them to death, and I’m proud and happy and elated for the both of them. <3
Disclaimer: Neither Kris nor Adam, nor any of the people featured below, belong to me.
And now, a quick twenty-minute piece, give or take a few, in celebration of tonight.
He’s not going to feign surprise. He’s not going to feign outrage or disbelief or numbness or five million other ugly emotions. He’s not going to feign a rise or a tantrum, isn’t going to feign a protest or feed the want to question any form of justification of Kris’ win (any argument against Kris’ win would have been invalid to him, anyway). He doesn’t know how to describe it - elation, satisfaction, completion - he doesn’t know how to deal with it - hug Kris, hug Kris, hug Kris, turn to Allison, look and smile at Kris - but he can feel it - can feel his heart begin to hurt with all the pride and adoration he has for Kris, can feel his hands sting as he claps claps claps applause, can feel his ears turn red as the deafening roars in the theatre become impossibly louder, can feel his lips curl up into the widest smile he’s ever given, the proudest smile, the proudest smile.
His stomach is turning, his stomach is turning, and it’s another one of those indescribable feelings that he’s learned to associate only with his journey - you’ve made it through to Hollywood you’re moving on to top 36 you’re part of our top 13 you’re in the bottom two you’re into the top two - it’s another one of those indescribable feelings that he’s learned to appreciate. His eyes are smiling, his lips cannot help but smile, hell, every fiber in his being has to be smiling as he looks on at Kris.
Kris, who is looking up at him in wide-eyed, open-mouthed honest surprise-
Kris, who is looking down at him in wide-eyed, open-mouthed anticipation-
Kris, who is looking at him and shaking his head, Kris, who is saying he isn’t deserving of this but truly honestly is-
Kris, who is looking at him and nodding, nodding, begging, Kris, who is saying he isn’t deserving of him but truly is-
Kris, who he’s wrapping his arms around, Kris, who he’s hugging tighter than he’s ever hugged him before-
Kris, who’s wrapping his legs around him, Kris, who’s holding on to his hand tighter than he’s ever done before-
Kris, who’s letting the melody carry him, Kris, who’s deserving of a better coronation song but making do with hurricanes and mountains-
Kris, who’s letting himself succumb to their harmony, Kris, whose voice sounds like a coronation song in itself, oh God oh God Adam Adam oh God-
He steps back and meshes into Allison, who presses herself into his side and buries her face into his shoulder for a moment, before looking up at him and he looks down at her. He smiles, and he smiles, and he smiles some more, because there is nothing he can do to stop from smiling. Elation, satisfaction, completion. He and Allison stay at the back of the pack as Kris leads them to the stage behind the judges’ table, as Kris leads them to the center and leads them to the crescendo of the song, of the song, of their journey, of everything they’ve all worked for, as Kris leads them to the fall of the crescendo and as Kris brings them together.
He feels Allison’s hands tighten around his waist, and he tightens his arm around her shoulders. He’s hard of breathing for a moment as he takes it in watches Kris take it in as they all soak it up and treasure it and dwell only in the moment and not care about yesterday or tomorrow.
Elation, satisfaction, completion.
He falls into the background as Katy runs up to Kris and they’re crying in each other’s arms, falls into the background and settles for smiling, and smiling, and smiling some more, and the next thing he knows, it’s a group hug, arms and arms and arms and oh, there’s Megan’s sleeve tattoo and hey, Danny, don’t suffocate Matt now, and hey, Jorge and slowly, he and Kris are being pushed toward each other. Katy steps back, Katy steps down, and then it’s the thirteen of them again, the thirteen of them and it’s him and it’s Kris in the middle of it all, and they’re basking in the moment.
It’s Kris who’s burying his face into the crook of his neck, it’s him letting his hand rest on Kris’ back, it’s Kris who’s crying and crying and it’s Kris who won’t let go, it’s him who’s tearing up and tearing up and it’s him who doesn’t want to let go, and it’s into their memories that this night, this experience, this journey is being engraved into.
You’ve made it through to Hollywood you’re moving on to top 36 you’re part of our top 13 you’re in the bottom three you’re in the top two you’ve won you’ve won you’re the next American Idol.
He’d known it the moment he and Kris stood at the center of the stage, had known it during “We Are the Champions,” had known it during all the commercials and backstage breaks for water, water, makeup, touchups, does anybody have something to snack on, water, water, back on stage in five-
The Idol crown wasn’t his to lose; the Idol crown was for Kris to win.
He’s standing by Kris, an arm draped around his shoulders, looking fondly at him as he looks over the thousands of people gathered and shakes his head in disbelief, nods his head in thanks, bites his lip bites his lip, starts to cry again. He’s standing by Kris, letting him savor the moment, laughing at him as he brushes confetti away from his face and off of his clothes, smiling and smiling graciously and smiling widely, ever a class act, Kris is ever the class act, Kris is hanging on to him and letting his hand rest on the small of his back, and Kris is standing by him, and they’re standing by each other.
They’re standing by each other.
They’re standing by each other with each other for each other side to side shoulder to shoulder hip to hip, damn it, shoe to shoe-
He’s at peace, and this is how they should be.
(Elation, satisfaction, completion.)