[Fic] Fic Drop! (Way past due...)
Title: Going Home
Author: vanya_elda
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,098
Summary: Conclusion to Coming Clean, Drying Off, and Waking Up.
Notes: For kradam_kiss
Going Home
Adam cherishes what he can of having Kris wrapped up in his arms, snuggled down and lightly snoring. He keeps it in mind as he watches Kris slowly pull on his shoes. He knows this is going to be the last time he sees Kris for a while. He saw it coming earlier, when Kris said he had to go, but it doesn’t make Adam any less dismayed. He steeled himself against these feelings and now, here Kris is, dragging them kicking and screaming out into the open. Adam isn’t even sure Kris is aware he’s causing so much doubt, but Kris must realize that he causing something to happen within Adam. Ever since they exchanged their endearments, he’s been quiet. Adam guesses it’s to lessen the blow for both of them. This is out of Adam’s hands. It’s Kris’s decision, now.
“So…” Adam begins, standing propped in the bedroom doorway as he watches Kris straighten up. “It’s not pouring out there anymore. You could make a break for it.”
Kris scoffs. “You think I’d run away from you?” he asks as he approaches with arms open.
Their hug is warm and tight. Kris hangs on like he’s intent on crushing Adam’s lungs as he plants his face against Adam’s shoulder and collar bone. Adam wants to pet his hair and tell him everything will be okay, but he knows that’s not what Kris is looking for and he’d likely be pushed away immediately.
“Oh, gosh,” Kris says, muffled by Adam’s shirt. “She’s going to be so mad. This was such a bad idea.”
Admittedly, that’s a bit of a punch to the gut for Adam. He doesn’t want Kris to feel like he can’t come over anytime he needs someone to talk to or a place to crash. This evening has been a whirlwind. Adam is having trouble keeping his feet planted and not letting on that it would be preferable if Kris stayed.
“You should go,” Adam replies as he kisses Kris’s hair.
Kris breaks the hug and steps back. Adam eyes him warily; unsure of what Kris is thinking. He isn’t meeting Adam’s gaze.
“I have to go,” Kris says quietly.
That doesn’t sound very solid. It grates on Adam and the words tumble out before Adam can stop himself, “You don’t have to-“
Kris’s face snaps up and that interrupts Adam. He’s wearing a thin frown. “I want to go,” he rectifies. “Being with Katy, it’s what I want.”
Adam steps out of Kris’s way. “Then go,” Adam says abruptly, with gesture toward the end of the hall.
“I can’t,” Kris emphatically replies as he puts himself right back into Adam’s personal space. Adam eyes narrow as he gives Kris a light shove.
“Go. I’m done with this. It’s getting a little too Guiding Light in here.”
Kris sighs in exasperation. “I meant, I can’t go until I know you’re going to be okay once I leave.”
“Do you think my world revolves around you?” Adam frowns. “Because it doesn’t. I’m going to be fine.”
Kris looks puzzled and hurt. “How can you say ‘I love you’ and just let go?”
“You’re hung up on that now, aren’t you?” Adam asks with an air of realization. Kris doesn’t want to stay, but he can’t let such terms and touches go as nothing more than a close friendship. It frustrates Adam that Kris can’t see the gray in all of this, but knowing how passionate Kris can be, it makes sense.
“I don’t want to leave in a fight,” Kris says as he shakes his head. “I don’t want to leave without…resolution.”
“How much resolution do you want, Kris?” Adam snaps, finally reaching his breaking point in this roller coaster of an evening. “It’s all been laid out and then some. If you’re looking for a reason for me to make you stay, I don’t have one and I’m not sorry about that.”
Kris takes it and nods. The words seem to sober him up to reality. “I think that’s all I need to hear,” he says stiffly. He doesn’t make a move, though. His hands are twitching at his sides.
“Do you need me to show you out?” Adam asks in bewilderment.
Kris shakes his head and sighs. “Just tell me something, if things had been different, if I wanted to really leave Katy, do you think we would have worked out?”
“As a couple?” Adam pries with a raised brow. Kris nods. “I don’t think you could handle the glam, babe,” he replies truthfully. “But I would’ve given it a shot.”
Kris smiles, lopsidedly, and scrubs the back of his neck. “I could be glam,” he says.
Adam rolls his eyes and flaps his hands to beckon Kris.
This time, the hug isn’t as desperate. They’re both smiling and Adam thinks that Kris has finally solidified his decision. Kris pulls back slightly and looks up at Adam with a small smile, which Adam instinctively meets with a kiss.
“One for the road, I guess,” Kris mumbles against Adam’s mouth.
They get in one more peck before separating. Adam takes Kris’s hand and leads him back to the foyer where the whole night began. When Adam looks back, Kris squeezes his fingers, looking much more confident and relaxed than the last time they were here.
“Now, do you think we can we be friends?” Adam asks as he puts his hand on the door handle.
Kris chuckles. “I don’t know, but I’m thinking it might just work out, you know?”
Adam just smiles and opens the door. The rain has returned, but it’s falling as a light sheet.
“Oh no,” Kris deadpans, “I might melt.”
“One of your first perils of fatherhood,” Adam points out.
Kris grins. It’s a relief to see and perhaps, it’s an indication that he is starting to accept his new title of dad-to-be. But what Adam really notices is that the pain is gone from his eyes. It’s been replaced by admiration.
“Bye,” Kris says softly and lightly grips Adam’s arm as he passes.
Adam watches as Kris hurries to his car and climbs in. Adam shuts the condo door and pauses with his back against it, listening to the rain. He sighs and waits for his heart to calm. He leaves the door and is startled when his phone trills - one new message. It’s from Kris. Shaking his head, he laughs at the text.
Stop worrying. Love ya, Adamrino!
It’s a new beginning. Kris is going to be a father. Adam decides that he needs a drink.
Title: I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home
Author: vanya_elda
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,485
Summary: AU in which Kris visits LA with his brother before Idol and he stumbles across Adam. They make out.
Notes: Inspired by mondler_4ever’s wall kissing prompt. In the same universe as Just Your Average Spring Break and Glitter in the Air. Suspend all your knowledge about the characters’ ages. Otherwise you will be very confused. Just imagine that they’re all very close in age and this is back when Adam was still blond. No beta on this. All the mistakes are mine. For kradingo and kradam_kiss.
I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home
Finding a place to talk is difficult when the bar around you is milling for last call. It’s even more difficult when you aren’t looking so much for a place to talk as you are a place to make out. At least, that’s how it feels in Kris’s case. Adam doesn’t seem to mind all the people in the slightest, but Kris can’t help his eyes that wander around as he sees people he doesn’t know patting on Adam on the back or even congratulating him by name. The only person that Kris knows in this place, he hasn’t seen for what must be nearing two hours.
“What’s the matter, babe?” Adam asks against the corner of Kris’s mouth. He reaffirms his hold on Kris’s hips and digs his thumbs into the bone of each, making Kris shiver and gasp in want.
Kris writhes a little against the uncomfortable wall behind him. He can think of several different things that are “the matter” here, but articulating them? He just murmurs incoherently and closes his eyes as he grips the soft, strawberry blond hair at the back of Adam’s head.
“That’s more like it.”
Adam’s mouth still tastes sweet from whatever drink he had before he slipped into Kris’s life about an hour ago. Kris is actually scared of what his mouth must taste like after the hot wings he shared with Daniel much earlier in the night. It doesn’t bother Adam, though, and Kris actually feels himself rising off the wall as Adam grabs his hand and moves it straight up above their heads as their fingers tangle.
A hand finds its way behind Kris to grab and lift the butt of his baggy jeans. The moan that leaves Kris is soft and swallowed by Adam, who breathes him in like air. Adam holds him resolutely against the wall and practically flattens him, hiding him with a body that Kris is only now getting the chance to really feel.
Adam is malleable and warm beneath the fingertips of Kris’s free hand. The club clothes hide the little bit of bulk that Adam has. Kris is fascinated by the touch of Adam. He smiles when he gets the first shy look of the night as he pinches and gropes Adam’s torso. It gives him a chance to breathe.
“You’re beautiful,” Kris says, dazed from the kissing. There’s sincerity in the words; sincerity he never thought he’d show towards another man.
A smirk twitches on Adam’s lips. He surprises Kris with a hand going between them. Kris sees stars in the dim light when he whacks his head against the wall in shock, not ready for Adam to make such a bold move.
Adam laughs gently. “I was just…” he begins and finishes by demonstrating that he was straightening Kris’s jeans. “The lights are coming up soon,” Adam finishes with a pout.
“Oh,” Kris replies, feeling stupid and embarrassed as he watches Adam shrug off another friend.
Kris summarizes that Adam must come here a lot. It worries Kris to think that this is how friendly Adam is with other people, but he soon forgets it all as Adam’s mouth his hot and heavy on his. Kris wants to melt on the spot as his toes curl in his shoes and he seeks the slightest bit of friction against Adam’s thigh.
Adam pulls back far enough to give Kris a raised eyebrow. Kris is immediately sheepish and feels ridiculous for even trying to make things sexual when he doesn’t have the least bit of an idea of what he’s doing. Adam just grins and presses his forehead down against Kris’s.
“Later,” Adam says and puts a hand to Kris’s chest. He gives an authoritative push back against Kris, which is somehow a relief. Kris isn’t even sure where he would have gone if Adam had let him keep going. And later? Oh gosh, he can’t even begin to fathom leaving here with Adam.
He doesn’t have long to think about it either. His vision pops into vivid color as the lights come up with a sudden flicker. There’s a resounding sort of groan of discontent that Kris can feel coming from the crowd around them. He feels like he’s been thrust in a sudden spotlight as a couple more glad-handers stop to give Adam a pat, but his eyes never leave Kris’s face.
“We’re going to have to move this outside,” Adam says with a sigh as he ropes an arm around Kris. Kris just nods and follows, figuring that the parking lot is the best place to spot his brother anyway, or at least that’s what he’s convinces himself in the seconds in takes to follow Adam’s lead.
The crowd bottlenecks at the doors. It’s loud, obnoxious, and really distracting for Kris who still can’t wrap his head around why anyone would want to come to this pit. Adam’s mouth on his ear, though, is pretty convincing that he is exactly where he needs to be, even if it means blushing new shades of red as Adam whispers to him.
“Do you know how perfect and hot you are? I want to get you out of here. You don’t belong here; we don’t belong here. I want to take you out. I want to show you off. You’re not the new shiny toy - you are the only shiny toy I’ll ever need. I’ll even polish you. How does that sound? I want to take you dancing. Why are you shaking your head? You liked dancing earlier. No? Well, you’ve never been out with me before…”
Kris hangs onto every word and in doing so completely misses the fact that they’ve left the building and are standing outside as other people hail cabs and Adam kisses his flushed neck. He can’t believe that he just agreed to go dancing.
Then Daniel’s voice is suddenly interrupting, shouting his name. Kris shakes his head out of the bubble he’s in with Adam.
“Wait. I’m sorry, my brother,” he says. He turns toward the voice, but clasps Adam’s hand; afraid the other man might just up and disappear now that he’s no longer dreaming. Kris spots Daniel after a second glance toward his voice. Dan is actually running towards them.
“Seriously, Kris? Seriously?” Daniel says as he pulls up short and glances between Kris and Adam like he’s looking at an art project gone confusing.
Kris knows the look, but he’s used to giving the boggled stare to Dan not receiving it. Kris straightens up, “This is Adam,” he says politely. He looks up to see that Adam is trading dubious expressions with Daniel. It makes Kris feel a little flustered.
Daniel just shakes his head. “Whatever. Let’s go. I’ll get a cab.” He doesn’t even give Kris a chance to protest before he’s off, wading into the group of people congregating on the curb.
“That’s my brother, Daniel.”
“Yeah. I figured,” Adam says as he fumbles with his jacket pocket.
Kris remembers that he told Adam about Daniel already. It happened while they were on the dance floor. Oh gosh, Adam was right. He really had danced his butt off. It feels embarrassing, now, except for the fact that Adam had made him feel more confident than he ever had felt before.
Adam pulls out a cell phone and Kris’s smile falters. He knows this night is ending, right here, in this dang parking lot. He wishes there were more, but there could be more, he supposes. They still have two days left in L.A.
Kris releases the hand he’s still clutching and digs out his own cell phone. Adam smiles at him and rattles off a cell number. He laughs lightly when it takes Kris two tries to get it saved and dialed. Adam makes quick work of saving the number and his cell phone is in his pocket, again.
“You spelled it with a ‘K’, right?” Kris asks as Adam claps the back of his neck and tilts his face up. His hand goes to Adam’s shoulder to hold himself up as they kiss. Adam takes his time, sucking on Kris’s lower lip as he nods before pressing their foreheads together.
“The only way I’m letting you out of my sight is if you promise to call me as soon as you get back to the hotel.”
Kris blinks before he slowly agrees. “All right, but why so soon?” He lets out a startled noise as Adam gathers him up into a tight hug.
“I want your voice to be the last thing I hear tonight,” Adam says against his ear and makes Kris fall in love all over again.
Once they’re in the cab, Daniel berates Kris for being so reckless and for never letting on that he’s into guys. Kris just smiles. “It was a night of firsts,” he says and leaves it at that.
Title: Kiss Away
Characters: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,480
Summary: The blossoming of Kris and Adam’s relationship, abridged version.
A/N: This is mostly schmoop and was originally my fill for a challenge forever ago, but I hated it so much, I never submitted it. However, I have been coaxed into the believing it’s not as bad as I thought, so here it is. For kradam_kiss
Kiss Away
Kris was a slow burn.
The innocent crush started during Hollywood week when Kris approached and praised Adam for being one of the best voices he’d ever heard. It had intensified further when they had been thrown into the same hotel room. Adam had been skeptical, thinking Kris was likely just a face in the crowd trying to hop onto his sudden coat tails, but he had proven to be wrong when Kris consistently showed admiration and a general awe in his presence.
They hadn’t hit things off immediately, though. Adam was guarded. He suspected that Kris was another Christian warming up to him with the hidden agenda of the evangelical variety, but the homegrown Southern boy had startled him on the night of Group 2 results by saying “You should be able to love who you want to love without anyone being weird about it.”
Adam finally sold himself on the idea that Kris Allen was the hottest thing since toast.
Adam couldn’t help his gradual pining. Everyone called him the “good Christian” and the “boy next door” or even the “heart throb,” but to Adam, he transcended the pigeon holes. Kris was complicated. He cared so much for others and was selfless on unheard of levels. He was also a witty bastard. Adam was so smitten that he began to grow flustered around Kris, much to Kris’s amusement. The crush, however, had escalated into lust once Kris began reciprocating the longing looks and dishing out hugs that were more intimate than Adam had ever thought they could be.
The snag in the relationship, though, was Kris’s marriage. Adam loved Katy to pieces, but he resented her a little for having made such a good catch. Kris was Adam’s type in more ways than he had fingers. It grated on Adam to know that there was a woman behind Kris, a woman that showed Adam just as much love as she would a brother. So, yes, Adam felt mildly ill the first time Kris had climbed into his bed to lay and talk. Adam wanted it to just be to talk, but Kris was giving off vibes that there was something more lurking. And then, the snuggling had started. Adam had resisted, at first, but it was impossible to deny Kris’s wishes when he made his puppy face - an expression that could end wars. Seriously, he had Adam in the bag.
It was just that precious.
Kris pawned the affection off as loneliness, which also had Adam convinced for a while. Then, Kris stopped leaving the bed and started falling asleep on Adam’s chest, or in Adam’s arms. Adam damned his crush for making him incapable of telling Kris “no.” He just let it happen and somehow, things were never terribly awkward. And then the kiss happened.
Kris did same thing he did every Results night and draped himself alongside Adam. The lights were off and the door was shut. Adam’s guard was down. Kris’s breathing was calm. His body was slack from both relief and sadness.
Adam knew that Kris was his own worst critic. As always, Kris had been certain that he was going home. Adam, however, had been certain it was Danny’s last night. But to everyone’s shock, it was Allison who was sent packing. Adam was numb. Allison had been their little sister and partner-in-crime since Group 2’s week in the Top 36. Now, she was gone, and he and Kris were left to themselves in the basement of the mansion.
“Adam?” Kris prompted quietly.
Adam murmured in acknowledgement. Kris pushed his socked feet into the mattress and inched his way up to be face-to-face with Adam, their heads on the same pillow. Kris wiggled to get comfortable and he placed a hand high on Adam’s chest. Adam’s heart rate increased as his pulse dully thudded at the back of his ears. He tentatively placed a hand over Kris’s as they traded unblinking stares.
Upon realization that he had stopped breathing, “You’re pushing it,” Adam deadpanned.
Kris blinked. “If I’m making you uncomfortable-“
Adam interrupted with an abrupt laugh. “I think you know how nervous you make me.”
A slow smile crossed Kris’s face. “Yeah. I kind of like it.” He wrenched his hand out of Adam’s grip and cupped Adam’s jaw. The movement startled Adam, who turned toward Kris’s touch.
The kiss was gentle; like Kris was afraid he might shatter Adam if he pressed too hard. Adam was dizzy from the buzz sent through him by the warmth of Kris’s full bottom lip on his thin, freckled one. The kiss held for several seconds before Kris’s mouth slipped away.
Holding both his breath and Adam’s gaze, Kris adjusted himself and pushed up on an elbow so he was above Adam. It made Adam’s skin prickle with gooseflesh to have Kris looming over him with an expectation in his eyes. Adam trailed fingers up the back of Kris’s arm to graze under the sleeve of his tight, white t-shirt. Kris insistently pulled on the back of Adam’s neck so that their foreheads were touching.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do if one of us goes home next week,” Kris whispered.
Adam let out a pained chuckle. “I think you’ll live.”
After second and third kisses, which were deeper and needier than the first, Kris snuggled back down to rest his cheek to Adam’s chest and immediately drifted off to sleep. The spike of adrenaline kept Adam awake until morning. A very long and stressful week followed.
When Danny was sent home, Kris and Adam were relocated to a hotel. Regardless of the separate rooms, Adam never slept alone. There was a knock on his door, each night and each night, it grew more and more difficult to answer. He and Kris both knew this was coming to an end, fast. Nerves were running high and Adam had grown weary of Kris skirting the edge of the Ring of Fire. But Adam was too attached to make an ultimatum and still allowed Kris in for nuzzles that left him wanting more.
The night of their final performances turned out to be rough for both of them.
“No Boundaries” was a lyrically terrible, melodically complicated song that they both were forced to learn in just three days. After three performances each, they were both exhausted, but they still had to do press work before they can get back to the hotel.
It was a gauntlet.
By the end of the night, Kris was responding with one-word answers (typically “Totally!”) and leaning on Adam like he was a crutch. Adam, somehow, kept it together and answered for both of them. He tried to give Kris gentle nudged - going so far as to kiss Kris’s ear and whisper “Wake up!” when they were getting hugs from Paula - but Kriswas done.
“I just want to sleep,” Kris groaned as they trudged out to the black SUV that will take them back to the hotel.
Adam laughed and hiked Kris up by the ribs to half-carry him. They made it past the last of the flashes before Kris clamored into the backseat of the vehicle, closely followed by Adam. Kris decided to forgo his seatbelt and immediately slumped against the seat in exhaustion. As they pulled away from the theater, Kris shifted to lob his weight in Adam’s direction. He contently sighed when his face collided with Adam’s shoulder.
“That cannot be comfortable,” Adam said with a scoff, looking down at Kris, who had awkwardly bent himself across the seats.
Kris sleepy sputtered. “This is totally comfortable.”
“And you are totally not allowed to use that word anymore.”
“Totally.”
Adam shifted to brush a kiss against Kris’s forehead. Kris murmured and scooted his lower-half across the bench seating. Sighing, Adam draped an arm around Kris’s strong shoulders. Kris embraced Adam’s middle as he itched his face against Adam’s shirt.
“I’m getting make-up on you,” Kris mumbled.
“And very lucky for you, I didn’t pay for this shirt,” Adam replied.
They remained cuddled together in the backseat for the rest of the ride to the hotel. When they arrived, Adam and a bodyguard helped Kris land on two feet. Adam and Kris slung an arm around the each other’s backs and made their way inside. On the elevator, Kris huddled close and brushed the back of his hand against Adam’s. The simple, intimate gesture made Adam fluster. He gave Kris a sidelong look and Kris sleepily smiled.
“Nervous? I felt you shiver,” Kris whispered.
“Maybe I just caught a chill.”
“No,” Kris refuted with a shake of his head. “I know it was me.”
“That’s a little cocky to say, don’t you think?”
Kris snickered. “Totally.”
Adam shook his head. Kris was too cute for words when he was sleepy and surly, which was why Adam turned and immediately pulled him up into a kiss. Kris’s heavy eyelids went suddenly wide, but fluttered shut again as he went up on his toes. The kiss was sloppy and sent Adam falling back against the elevator wall. He caught Kris by the waist. Kris lifted himself up with a hold on the collar of Adam’s jacket.
A fleeting thought of worry spurred through Adam as he considered the possibility of being caught. These elevators had to have cameras. This was going to be on tape. Some security guard was going to see this and sell it to the tabloids for beaucoup bank.
Adam went stiff and glanced to the black globe at the ceiling of the opposite corner of where they stood.
“What’s wrong?,” Kris flubbed against Adam’s chin as the elevator comes to a halt.
“We’re probably being watched,” Adam pointed out as he untangled himself from Kris.
Kris frowned. “How are we being watched?,” he asked as they exited the elevator.
Adam shook his head. “Never mind,” he sighed. “Let’s just go to bed.”
“I don’t wanna go to my room,” Kris said, swaying on his feet.
Adam’s arm was around Kris, again. “You don’t have to. Soak it in because tomorrow is going to be nuts.”
Kris leaned against Adam as Adam slipped a keycard out of the inside-pocket of his jacket. As soon as they were in the room, Kris was toeing out of his shoes and tossing his blazer to the floor, making a trail to the bed. He threw himself down. Adam watched on as Kris made himself comfortable.
Shaking away horny thoughts, Adam was all sighs as he removed his boots and jacket. He hunted down a pair of pajama pants and unabashedly changed in front of the bed. Kris murmured in approval; Adam raised his brow.
“C’mere,” Kris rumbled. His voice was deep with lust and sleep. It made Adam’s gut tie up in knots.
Adam climbed onto the bed, knees first and tugged the blankets from beneath Kris. He covered them both as he climbed under. Kris sidled close and cupped Adam’s face; their thighs were flush. Adam laughed, trying to make light of how grabby Kris was being. Kris shushed him with a rough kiss that gave him stubble burn.
Adam’s lashes flutter as he tried to catch his breath. He gripped at the wrists on either side of his face and leveled a hard look at Kris. “You’re delirious.”
“Nope,” Kris grunted and licked his lips.
“You should sleep.”
“You told me to soak it in.”
Adam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I didn’t tell you to dry hump me.”
“Don’t you like it?” Kris bit down on his lower lip and rolled his hips to thump against Adam’s abdomen.
“This is so romantic.”
“Totally.”
Adam let out something short of growl and rolled to pin Kris back against the bed. He straddled Kris. Kris grinned victoriously.
“I’m going to sit on you until you sleep,” Adam huffed.
Kris’s smile faltered. He then did some crazy move with his hips and legs, and Adam suddenly found himself smack on his back, with his head dangling off the end of the bed. The air of the room chilled the exposed skin of his arms. He shivered. Still dazed, he tried to sit up, but he flopped back down in defeat.
“What the fuck was that?,” Adam demanded with a slight whine in his voice.
“It’s my ninja move,” Kris said in triumph as he pulled Adam up into a seated position. “Are you okay?”
Adam shook his head to focus. “I think I need to lie down.”
“Sorry,” Kris said sheepishly as Adam moves back toward the pillows.
“No, I’m just tired.” Adam collapsed to the bed. “And we only have a couple hours. I don’t know where your energy came from, but I’m going to sleep.”
Kris muttered something under his breath. It was his turn to throw the covers over them both. He then slid down to rest his head on Adam’s chest, which calmed Adam. He loved the feel of Kris just lying there, rising and falling with each breath. He glanced to the clock next to the bed. Three and a half hours was all the time that they have left.
“We are so screwed,” Kris said suddenly. “There was a camera in the elevator, right? That’s what you meant by we were being watched?”
“Yes.”
“Dang it.”
“I know.”
Kris curled to Adam’s side and his fingers dug to find Adam’s to interlace them.
“Kris,” Adam said quietly. “You realize that tomorrow is going to suck, but I’m still going to love you, right?”
Adam felt Kris smile against his chest.
“Totally.”
After three hours, Adam woke up Kris and shoved him out of the room toward his own shower. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Adam rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror and threw on a robe. He was startled when he opened the door to find Tony, Kris’s bodyguard, standing on the threshold, looking stern.
“Take this,” Tony said before Adam can get out a word. Tony hands over the disc case, which Adam stared at dubiously.
“It’s the only remaining copy of a security feed from the elevators earlier this morning,” Tony explained.
Adam blinked in astonishment as color raised into his freckled cheeks. “Thank you. You just saved our asses.”
“It’s my job.”
“Right. But still, thank you.”
Tony slowly shook his head, there’s slight annoyance in his expression. “I’ve dealt with worse, but you need to be careful. This could be a career killer for both of you, as far as 19 is concerned.”
Adam’s brow furrowed. “I don’t really think that’s any of your business.”
“Yeah, well, I have to get your boy out of here for an interview. Just watch yourself.”
Adam smirked and his brow went high as he waved the disc case. “Oh,” he sighed as he backed into the room. “I plan to.”
Author: vanya_elda
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,098
Summary: Conclusion to Coming Clean, Drying Off, and Waking Up.
Notes: For kradam_kiss
Going Home
Adam cherishes what he can of having Kris wrapped up in his arms, snuggled down and lightly snoring. He keeps it in mind as he watches Kris slowly pull on his shoes. He knows this is going to be the last time he sees Kris for a while. He saw it coming earlier, when Kris said he had to go, but it doesn’t make Adam any less dismayed. He steeled himself against these feelings and now, here Kris is, dragging them kicking and screaming out into the open. Adam isn’t even sure Kris is aware he’s causing so much doubt, but Kris must realize that he causing something to happen within Adam. Ever since they exchanged their endearments, he’s been quiet. Adam guesses it’s to lessen the blow for both of them. This is out of Adam’s hands. It’s Kris’s decision, now.
“So…” Adam begins, standing propped in the bedroom doorway as he watches Kris straighten up. “It’s not pouring out there anymore. You could make a break for it.”
Kris scoffs. “You think I’d run away from you?” he asks as he approaches with arms open.
Their hug is warm and tight. Kris hangs on like he’s intent on crushing Adam’s lungs as he plants his face against Adam’s shoulder and collar bone. Adam wants to pet his hair and tell him everything will be okay, but he knows that’s not what Kris is looking for and he’d likely be pushed away immediately.
“Oh, gosh,” Kris says, muffled by Adam’s shirt. “She’s going to be so mad. This was such a bad idea.”
Admittedly, that’s a bit of a punch to the gut for Adam. He doesn’t want Kris to feel like he can’t come over anytime he needs someone to talk to or a place to crash. This evening has been a whirlwind. Adam is having trouble keeping his feet planted and not letting on that it would be preferable if Kris stayed.
“You should go,” Adam replies as he kisses Kris’s hair.
Kris breaks the hug and steps back. Adam eyes him warily; unsure of what Kris is thinking. He isn’t meeting Adam’s gaze.
“I have to go,” Kris says quietly.
That doesn’t sound very solid. It grates on Adam and the words tumble out before Adam can stop himself, “You don’t have to-“
Kris’s face snaps up and that interrupts Adam. He’s wearing a thin frown. “I want to go,” he rectifies. “Being with Katy, it’s what I want.”
Adam steps out of Kris’s way. “Then go,” Adam says abruptly, with gesture toward the end of the hall.
“I can’t,” Kris emphatically replies as he puts himself right back into Adam’s personal space. Adam eyes narrow as he gives Kris a light shove.
“Go. I’m done with this. It’s getting a little too Guiding Light in here.”
Kris sighs in exasperation. “I meant, I can’t go until I know you’re going to be okay once I leave.”
“Do you think my world revolves around you?” Adam frowns. “Because it doesn’t. I’m going to be fine.”
Kris looks puzzled and hurt. “How can you say ‘I love you’ and just let go?”
“You’re hung up on that now, aren’t you?” Adam asks with an air of realization. Kris doesn’t want to stay, but he can’t let such terms and touches go as nothing more than a close friendship. It frustrates Adam that Kris can’t see the gray in all of this, but knowing how passionate Kris can be, it makes sense.
“I don’t want to leave in a fight,” Kris says as he shakes his head. “I don’t want to leave without…resolution.”
“How much resolution do you want, Kris?” Adam snaps, finally reaching his breaking point in this roller coaster of an evening. “It’s all been laid out and then some. If you’re looking for a reason for me to make you stay, I don’t have one and I’m not sorry about that.”
Kris takes it and nods. The words seem to sober him up to reality. “I think that’s all I need to hear,” he says stiffly. He doesn’t make a move, though. His hands are twitching at his sides.
“Do you need me to show you out?” Adam asks in bewilderment.
Kris shakes his head and sighs. “Just tell me something, if things had been different, if I wanted to really leave Katy, do you think we would have worked out?”
“As a couple?” Adam pries with a raised brow. Kris nods. “I don’t think you could handle the glam, babe,” he replies truthfully. “But I would’ve given it a shot.”
Kris smiles, lopsidedly, and scrubs the back of his neck. “I could be glam,” he says.
Adam rolls his eyes and flaps his hands to beckon Kris.
This time, the hug isn’t as desperate. They’re both smiling and Adam thinks that Kris has finally solidified his decision. Kris pulls back slightly and looks up at Adam with a small smile, which Adam instinctively meets with a kiss.
“One for the road, I guess,” Kris mumbles against Adam’s mouth.
They get in one more peck before separating. Adam takes Kris’s hand and leads him back to the foyer where the whole night began. When Adam looks back, Kris squeezes his fingers, looking much more confident and relaxed than the last time they were here.
“Now, do you think we can we be friends?” Adam asks as he puts his hand on the door handle.
Kris chuckles. “I don’t know, but I’m thinking it might just work out, you know?”
Adam just smiles and opens the door. The rain has returned, but it’s falling as a light sheet.
“Oh no,” Kris deadpans, “I might melt.”
“One of your first perils of fatherhood,” Adam points out.
Kris grins. It’s a relief to see and perhaps, it’s an indication that he is starting to accept his new title of dad-to-be. But what Adam really notices is that the pain is gone from his eyes. It’s been replaced by admiration.
“Bye,” Kris says softly and lightly grips Adam’s arm as he passes.
Adam watches as Kris hurries to his car and climbs in. Adam shuts the condo door and pauses with his back against it, listening to the rain. He sighs and waits for his heart to calm. He leaves the door and is startled when his phone trills - one new message. It’s from Kris. Shaking his head, he laughs at the text.
Stop worrying. Love ya, Adamrino!
It’s a new beginning. Kris is going to be a father. Adam decides that he needs a drink.
Title: I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home
Author: vanya_elda
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1,485
Summary: AU in which Kris visits LA with his brother before Idol and he stumbles across Adam. They make out.
Notes: Inspired by mondler_4ever’s wall kissing prompt. In the same universe as Just Your Average Spring Break and Glitter in the Air. Suspend all your knowledge about the characters’ ages. Otherwise you will be very confused. Just imagine that they’re all very close in age and this is back when Adam was still blond. No beta on this. All the mistakes are mine. For kradingo and kradam_kiss.
I Know Who I Want To Take Me Home
Finding a place to talk is difficult when the bar around you is milling for last call. It’s even more difficult when you aren’t looking so much for a place to talk as you are a place to make out. At least, that’s how it feels in Kris’s case. Adam doesn’t seem to mind all the people in the slightest, but Kris can’t help his eyes that wander around as he sees people he doesn’t know patting on Adam on the back or even congratulating him by name. The only person that Kris knows in this place, he hasn’t seen for what must be nearing two hours.
“What’s the matter, babe?” Adam asks against the corner of Kris’s mouth. He reaffirms his hold on Kris’s hips and digs his thumbs into the bone of each, making Kris shiver and gasp in want.
Kris writhes a little against the uncomfortable wall behind him. He can think of several different things that are “the matter” here, but articulating them? He just murmurs incoherently and closes his eyes as he grips the soft, strawberry blond hair at the back of Adam’s head.
“That’s more like it.”
Adam’s mouth still tastes sweet from whatever drink he had before he slipped into Kris’s life about an hour ago. Kris is actually scared of what his mouth must taste like after the hot wings he shared with Daniel much earlier in the night. It doesn’t bother Adam, though, and Kris actually feels himself rising off the wall as Adam grabs his hand and moves it straight up above their heads as their fingers tangle.
A hand finds its way behind Kris to grab and lift the butt of his baggy jeans. The moan that leaves Kris is soft and swallowed by Adam, who breathes him in like air. Adam holds him resolutely against the wall and practically flattens him, hiding him with a body that Kris is only now getting the chance to really feel.
Adam is malleable and warm beneath the fingertips of Kris’s free hand. The club clothes hide the little bit of bulk that Adam has. Kris is fascinated by the touch of Adam. He smiles when he gets the first shy look of the night as he pinches and gropes Adam’s torso. It gives him a chance to breathe.
“You’re beautiful,” Kris says, dazed from the kissing. There’s sincerity in the words; sincerity he never thought he’d show towards another man.
A smirk twitches on Adam’s lips. He surprises Kris with a hand going between them. Kris sees stars in the dim light when he whacks his head against the wall in shock, not ready for Adam to make such a bold move.
Adam laughs gently. “I was just…” he begins and finishes by demonstrating that he was straightening Kris’s jeans. “The lights are coming up soon,” Adam finishes with a pout.
“Oh,” Kris replies, feeling stupid and embarrassed as he watches Adam shrug off another friend.
Kris summarizes that Adam must come here a lot. It worries Kris to think that this is how friendly Adam is with other people, but he soon forgets it all as Adam’s mouth his hot and heavy on his. Kris wants to melt on the spot as his toes curl in his shoes and he seeks the slightest bit of friction against Adam’s thigh.
Adam pulls back far enough to give Kris a raised eyebrow. Kris is immediately sheepish and feels ridiculous for even trying to make things sexual when he doesn’t have the least bit of an idea of what he’s doing. Adam just grins and presses his forehead down against Kris’s.
“Later,” Adam says and puts a hand to Kris’s chest. He gives an authoritative push back against Kris, which is somehow a relief. Kris isn’t even sure where he would have gone if Adam had let him keep going. And later? Oh gosh, he can’t even begin to fathom leaving here with Adam.
He doesn’t have long to think about it either. His vision pops into vivid color as the lights come up with a sudden flicker. There’s a resounding sort of groan of discontent that Kris can feel coming from the crowd around them. He feels like he’s been thrust in a sudden spotlight as a couple more glad-handers stop to give Adam a pat, but his eyes never leave Kris’s face.
“We’re going to have to move this outside,” Adam says with a sigh as he ropes an arm around Kris. Kris just nods and follows, figuring that the parking lot is the best place to spot his brother anyway, or at least that’s what he’s convinces himself in the seconds in takes to follow Adam’s lead.
The crowd bottlenecks at the doors. It’s loud, obnoxious, and really distracting for Kris who still can’t wrap his head around why anyone would want to come to this pit. Adam’s mouth on his ear, though, is pretty convincing that he is exactly where he needs to be, even if it means blushing new shades of red as Adam whispers to him.
“Do you know how perfect and hot you are? I want to get you out of here. You don’t belong here; we don’t belong here. I want to take you out. I want to show you off. You’re not the new shiny toy - you are the only shiny toy I’ll ever need. I’ll even polish you. How does that sound? I want to take you dancing. Why are you shaking your head? You liked dancing earlier. No? Well, you’ve never been out with me before…”
Kris hangs onto every word and in doing so completely misses the fact that they’ve left the building and are standing outside as other people hail cabs and Adam kisses his flushed neck. He can’t believe that he just agreed to go dancing.
Then Daniel’s voice is suddenly interrupting, shouting his name. Kris shakes his head out of the bubble he’s in with Adam.
“Wait. I’m sorry, my brother,” he says. He turns toward the voice, but clasps Adam’s hand; afraid the other man might just up and disappear now that he’s no longer dreaming. Kris spots Daniel after a second glance toward his voice. Dan is actually running towards them.
“Seriously, Kris? Seriously?” Daniel says as he pulls up short and glances between Kris and Adam like he’s looking at an art project gone confusing.
Kris knows the look, but he’s used to giving the boggled stare to Dan not receiving it. Kris straightens up, “This is Adam,” he says politely. He looks up to see that Adam is trading dubious expressions with Daniel. It makes Kris feel a little flustered.
Daniel just shakes his head. “Whatever. Let’s go. I’ll get a cab.” He doesn’t even give Kris a chance to protest before he’s off, wading into the group of people congregating on the curb.
“That’s my brother, Daniel.”
“Yeah. I figured,” Adam says as he fumbles with his jacket pocket.
Kris remembers that he told Adam about Daniel already. It happened while they were on the dance floor. Oh gosh, Adam was right. He really had danced his butt off. It feels embarrassing, now, except for the fact that Adam had made him feel more confident than he ever had felt before.
Adam pulls out a cell phone and Kris’s smile falters. He knows this night is ending, right here, in this dang parking lot. He wishes there were more, but there could be more, he supposes. They still have two days left in L.A.
Kris releases the hand he’s still clutching and digs out his own cell phone. Adam smiles at him and rattles off a cell number. He laughs lightly when it takes Kris two tries to get it saved and dialed. Adam makes quick work of saving the number and his cell phone is in his pocket, again.
“You spelled it with a ‘K’, right?” Kris asks as Adam claps the back of his neck and tilts his face up. His hand goes to Adam’s shoulder to hold himself up as they kiss. Adam takes his time, sucking on Kris’s lower lip as he nods before pressing their foreheads together.
“The only way I’m letting you out of my sight is if you promise to call me as soon as you get back to the hotel.”
Kris blinks before he slowly agrees. “All right, but why so soon?” He lets out a startled noise as Adam gathers him up into a tight hug.
“I want your voice to be the last thing I hear tonight,” Adam says against his ear and makes Kris fall in love all over again.
Once they’re in the cab, Daniel berates Kris for being so reckless and for never letting on that he’s into guys. Kris just smiles. “It was a night of firsts,” he says and leaves it at that.
Title: Kiss Away
Characters: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 2,480
Summary: The blossoming of Kris and Adam’s relationship, abridged version.
A/N: This is mostly schmoop and was originally my fill for a challenge forever ago, but I hated it so much, I never submitted it. However, I have been coaxed into the believing it’s not as bad as I thought, so here it is. For kradam_kiss
Kiss Away
Kris was a slow burn.
The innocent crush started during Hollywood week when Kris approached and praised Adam for being one of the best voices he’d ever heard. It had intensified further when they had been thrown into the same hotel room. Adam had been skeptical, thinking Kris was likely just a face in the crowd trying to hop onto his sudden coat tails, but he had proven to be wrong when Kris consistently showed admiration and a general awe in his presence.
They hadn’t hit things off immediately, though. Adam was guarded. He suspected that Kris was another Christian warming up to him with the hidden agenda of the evangelical variety, but the homegrown Southern boy had startled him on the night of Group 2 results by saying “You should be able to love who you want to love without anyone being weird about it.”
Adam finally sold himself on the idea that Kris Allen was the hottest thing since toast.
Adam couldn’t help his gradual pining. Everyone called him the “good Christian” and the “boy next door” or even the “heart throb,” but to Adam, he transcended the pigeon holes. Kris was complicated. He cared so much for others and was selfless on unheard of levels. He was also a witty bastard. Adam was so smitten that he began to grow flustered around Kris, much to Kris’s amusement. The crush, however, had escalated into lust once Kris began reciprocating the longing looks and dishing out hugs that were more intimate than Adam had ever thought they could be.
The snag in the relationship, though, was Kris’s marriage. Adam loved Katy to pieces, but he resented her a little for having made such a good catch. Kris was Adam’s type in more ways than he had fingers. It grated on Adam to know that there was a woman behind Kris, a woman that showed Adam just as much love as she would a brother. So, yes, Adam felt mildly ill the first time Kris had climbed into his bed to lay and talk. Adam wanted it to just be to talk, but Kris was giving off vibes that there was something more lurking. And then, the snuggling had started. Adam had resisted, at first, but it was impossible to deny Kris’s wishes when he made his puppy face - an expression that could end wars. Seriously, he had Adam in the bag.
It was just that precious.
Kris pawned the affection off as loneliness, which also had Adam convinced for a while. Then, Kris stopped leaving the bed and started falling asleep on Adam’s chest, or in Adam’s arms. Adam damned his crush for making him incapable of telling Kris “no.” He just let it happen and somehow, things were never terribly awkward. And then the kiss happened.
Kris did same thing he did every Results night and draped himself alongside Adam. The lights were off and the door was shut. Adam’s guard was down. Kris’s breathing was calm. His body was slack from both relief and sadness.
Adam knew that Kris was his own worst critic. As always, Kris had been certain that he was going home. Adam, however, had been certain it was Danny’s last night. But to everyone’s shock, it was Allison who was sent packing. Adam was numb. Allison had been their little sister and partner-in-crime since Group 2’s week in the Top 36. Now, she was gone, and he and Kris were left to themselves in the basement of the mansion.
“Adam?” Kris prompted quietly.
Adam murmured in acknowledgement. Kris pushed his socked feet into the mattress and inched his way up to be face-to-face with Adam, their heads on the same pillow. Kris wiggled to get comfortable and he placed a hand high on Adam’s chest. Adam’s heart rate increased as his pulse dully thudded at the back of his ears. He tentatively placed a hand over Kris’s as they traded unblinking stares.
Upon realization that he had stopped breathing, “You’re pushing it,” Adam deadpanned.
Kris blinked. “If I’m making you uncomfortable-“
Adam interrupted with an abrupt laugh. “I think you know how nervous you make me.”
A slow smile crossed Kris’s face. “Yeah. I kind of like it.” He wrenched his hand out of Adam’s grip and cupped Adam’s jaw. The movement startled Adam, who turned toward Kris’s touch.
The kiss was gentle; like Kris was afraid he might shatter Adam if he pressed too hard. Adam was dizzy from the buzz sent through him by the warmth of Kris’s full bottom lip on his thin, freckled one. The kiss held for several seconds before Kris’s mouth slipped away.
Holding both his breath and Adam’s gaze, Kris adjusted himself and pushed up on an elbow so he was above Adam. It made Adam’s skin prickle with gooseflesh to have Kris looming over him with an expectation in his eyes. Adam trailed fingers up the back of Kris’s arm to graze under the sleeve of his tight, white t-shirt. Kris insistently pulled on the back of Adam’s neck so that their foreheads were touching.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do if one of us goes home next week,” Kris whispered.
Adam let out a pained chuckle. “I think you’ll live.”
After second and third kisses, which were deeper and needier than the first, Kris snuggled back down to rest his cheek to Adam’s chest and immediately drifted off to sleep. The spike of adrenaline kept Adam awake until morning. A very long and stressful week followed.
When Danny was sent home, Kris and Adam were relocated to a hotel. Regardless of the separate rooms, Adam never slept alone. There was a knock on his door, each night and each night, it grew more and more difficult to answer. He and Kris both knew this was coming to an end, fast. Nerves were running high and Adam had grown weary of Kris skirting the edge of the Ring of Fire. But Adam was too attached to make an ultimatum and still allowed Kris in for nuzzles that left him wanting more.
The night of their final performances turned out to be rough for both of them.
“No Boundaries” was a lyrically terrible, melodically complicated song that they both were forced to learn in just three days. After three performances each, they were both exhausted, but they still had to do press work before they can get back to the hotel.
It was a gauntlet.
By the end of the night, Kris was responding with one-word answers (typically “Totally!”) and leaning on Adam like he was a crutch. Adam, somehow, kept it together and answered for both of them. He tried to give Kris gentle nudged - going so far as to kiss Kris’s ear and whisper “Wake up!” when they were getting hugs from Paula - but Kriswas done.
“I just want to sleep,” Kris groaned as they trudged out to the black SUV that will take them back to the hotel.
Adam laughed and hiked Kris up by the ribs to half-carry him. They made it past the last of the flashes before Kris clamored into the backseat of the vehicle, closely followed by Adam. Kris decided to forgo his seatbelt and immediately slumped against the seat in exhaustion. As they pulled away from the theater, Kris shifted to lob his weight in Adam’s direction. He contently sighed when his face collided with Adam’s shoulder.
“That cannot be comfortable,” Adam said with a scoff, looking down at Kris, who had awkwardly bent himself across the seats.
Kris sleepy sputtered. “This is totally comfortable.”
“And you are totally not allowed to use that word anymore.”
“Totally.”
Adam shifted to brush a kiss against Kris’s forehead. Kris murmured and scooted his lower-half across the bench seating. Sighing, Adam draped an arm around Kris’s strong shoulders. Kris embraced Adam’s middle as he itched his face against Adam’s shirt.
“I’m getting make-up on you,” Kris mumbled.
“And very lucky for you, I didn’t pay for this shirt,” Adam replied.
They remained cuddled together in the backseat for the rest of the ride to the hotel. When they arrived, Adam and a bodyguard helped Kris land on two feet. Adam and Kris slung an arm around the each other’s backs and made their way inside. On the elevator, Kris huddled close and brushed the back of his hand against Adam’s. The simple, intimate gesture made Adam fluster. He gave Kris a sidelong look and Kris sleepily smiled.
“Nervous? I felt you shiver,” Kris whispered.
“Maybe I just caught a chill.”
“No,” Kris refuted with a shake of his head. “I know it was me.”
“That’s a little cocky to say, don’t you think?”
Kris snickered. “Totally.”
Adam shook his head. Kris was too cute for words when he was sleepy and surly, which was why Adam turned and immediately pulled him up into a kiss. Kris’s heavy eyelids went suddenly wide, but fluttered shut again as he went up on his toes. The kiss was sloppy and sent Adam falling back against the elevator wall. He caught Kris by the waist. Kris lifted himself up with a hold on the collar of Adam’s jacket.
A fleeting thought of worry spurred through Adam as he considered the possibility of being caught. These elevators had to have cameras. This was going to be on tape. Some security guard was going to see this and sell it to the tabloids for beaucoup bank.
Adam went stiff and glanced to the black globe at the ceiling of the opposite corner of where they stood.
“What’s wrong?,” Kris flubbed against Adam’s chin as the elevator comes to a halt.
“We’re probably being watched,” Adam pointed out as he untangled himself from Kris.
Kris frowned. “How are we being watched?,” he asked as they exited the elevator.
Adam shook his head. “Never mind,” he sighed. “Let’s just go to bed.”
“I don’t wanna go to my room,” Kris said, swaying on his feet.
Adam’s arm was around Kris, again. “You don’t have to. Soak it in because tomorrow is going to be nuts.”
Kris leaned against Adam as Adam slipped a keycard out of the inside-pocket of his jacket. As soon as they were in the room, Kris was toeing out of his shoes and tossing his blazer to the floor, making a trail to the bed. He threw himself down. Adam watched on as Kris made himself comfortable.
Shaking away horny thoughts, Adam was all sighs as he removed his boots and jacket. He hunted down a pair of pajama pants and unabashedly changed in front of the bed. Kris murmured in approval; Adam raised his brow.
“C’mere,” Kris rumbled. His voice was deep with lust and sleep. It made Adam’s gut tie up in knots.
Adam climbed onto the bed, knees first and tugged the blankets from beneath Kris. He covered them both as he climbed under. Kris sidled close and cupped Adam’s face; their thighs were flush. Adam laughed, trying to make light of how grabby Kris was being. Kris shushed him with a rough kiss that gave him stubble burn.
Adam’s lashes flutter as he tried to catch his breath. He gripped at the wrists on either side of his face and leveled a hard look at Kris. “You’re delirious.”
“Nope,” Kris grunted and licked his lips.
“You should sleep.”
“You told me to soak it in.”
Adam rolled his eyes in exasperation. “I didn’t tell you to dry hump me.”
“Don’t you like it?” Kris bit down on his lower lip and rolled his hips to thump against Adam’s abdomen.
“This is so romantic.”
“Totally.”
Adam let out something short of growl and rolled to pin Kris back against the bed. He straddled Kris. Kris grinned victoriously.
“I’m going to sit on you until you sleep,” Adam huffed.
Kris’s smile faltered. He then did some crazy move with his hips and legs, and Adam suddenly found himself smack on his back, with his head dangling off the end of the bed. The air of the room chilled the exposed skin of his arms. He shivered. Still dazed, he tried to sit up, but he flopped back down in defeat.
“What the fuck was that?,” Adam demanded with a slight whine in his voice.
“It’s my ninja move,” Kris said in triumph as he pulled Adam up into a seated position. “Are you okay?”
Adam shook his head to focus. “I think I need to lie down.”
“Sorry,” Kris said sheepishly as Adam moves back toward the pillows.
“No, I’m just tired.” Adam collapsed to the bed. “And we only have a couple hours. I don’t know where your energy came from, but I’m going to sleep.”
Kris muttered something under his breath. It was his turn to throw the covers over them both. He then slid down to rest his head on Adam’s chest, which calmed Adam. He loved the feel of Kris just lying there, rising and falling with each breath. He glanced to the clock next to the bed. Three and a half hours was all the time that they have left.
“We are so screwed,” Kris said suddenly. “There was a camera in the elevator, right? That’s what you meant by we were being watched?”
“Yes.”
“Dang it.”
“I know.”
Kris curled to Adam’s side and his fingers dug to find Adam’s to interlace them.
“Kris,” Adam said quietly. “You realize that tomorrow is going to suck, but I’m still going to love you, right?”
Adam felt Kris smile against his chest.
“Totally.”
After three hours, Adam woke up Kris and shoved him out of the room toward his own shower. Twenty minutes later there was a knock at the door. Adam rolled his eyes at himself in the mirror and threw on a robe. He was startled when he opened the door to find Tony, Kris’s bodyguard, standing on the threshold, looking stern.
“Take this,” Tony said before Adam can get out a word. Tony hands over the disc case, which Adam stared at dubiously.
“It’s the only remaining copy of a security feed from the elevators earlier this morning,” Tony explained.
Adam blinked in astonishment as color raised into his freckled cheeks. “Thank you. You just saved our asses.”
“It’s my job.”
“Right. But still, thank you.”
Tony slowly shook his head, there’s slight annoyance in his expression. “I’ve dealt with worse, but you need to be careful. This could be a career killer for both of you, as far as 19 is concerned.”
Adam’s brow furrowed. “I don’t really think that’s any of your business.”
“Yeah, well, I have to get your boy out of here for an interview. Just watch yourself.”
Adam smirked and his brow went high as he waved the disc case. “Oh,” he sighed as he backed into the room. “I plan to.”