Four drabbles - multishipping <3
Title: Four Drabbles
Author: kissoffools / wakeyourheart
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG
Summary: Four different drabbles, four different pairings, written spur-of-the-moment for some friends at ontd_ai .
Disclaimer: Fakeity fake fake. If you personally know someone in any of these drabbles, I kindly ask you to get the eff out. Trust me, it's better for both of us this way.
Notes: I love multi-shipping. Also, these were originally just comment fics, so there's no capitalization. Please don't let that deter you.
Drabble 1: Kris Allen/Matt Giraud, "he's on his way to make it all make sense". For dubdee .
"why'd you pick adam as your roommate instead of me?"
kris starts, already halfway across the large foyer. his suitcase bumps against his heel as he turns to find matt staring him down, fists balled at his sides.
"it wasn't my call, man, the producers were the ones who picked for us." when kris talks, his hands seem to be compelled to move, whether it's fiddling with his instrument or waving around in front of his face. today, he's picking at his cuticles. nerves, matt assumes.
"maybe, but they asked us all if we were okay with our roommates. you had the chance to speak up, say 'hey, i actually kind of liked the guy i roomed with before', and you didn't. was i really such shitty company?"
"you didn't speak up either."
and okay, now a flush is creeping across matt's cheeks. he ducks his head a little and mumbles out a response. kris's eyebrows raise slowly as he takes a few slow steps towards matt, tilting his head.
"what was that?"
"i thought you just didn't want to be around me anymore." matt doesn't embarrass easily, but yeah, admitting his dependency on kris's company is pretty fucking awkward. and now a smile is tugging at the corners of kris's lips, matt can see it, and he's thisclose to turning around and getting out, maybe going for a very long walk.
before he moves, though, kris is stepping forward and grasping his elbow - whether it was just instinct or he'd known matt was about to run, matt had no idea. kris leans in and matt almost panics - he's too close, he can't do this.
when kris' lips cover his own, matt's shock promptly freezes him. some part of the back of his brain is telling him to kiss back, you fucking idiot, but he can't move. not until kris pulls back, smiling, and says, "trust me. it's not at all because i don't want to be around you."
matt manages to make the next move all on his own.
Drabble #2: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen friendship, "girl talk". For
rette_mich_th .
"how about this one?"
"adam, no."
"why not!"
"adam, i am not buying my wife edible underwear."
adam pouts. "well, i thought it'd be fun."
kris isn't quite sure how he ended up in the middle of a sex shop with adam lambert, and it honestly is pretty much as mortifying as he would have imagined. adam's like a kid in a candy store, running around and picking up everything in sight, and it's somehow become his mission to pick out something for kris to give to katy when he sees her next. kris still isn't quite sure how that happened.
adam's mood picks right up again when he waves tropical-flavoured lube in kris's face. "yes? no?"
and now kris is blushing again, although not quite as much as when adam had suggested the ballgag. "i really don't think you're going to find anything here for us, adam."
not to be deterred, adam moves to the next aisle, critically examining a row of what kris is pretty sure are anal beads. not that he's ever seen them before, but he's heard.
"bet our fans would love it if someone saw you and i leaving the store with some of these," kris chuckles.
adam just rolls his eyes and moves further down the row. "hey, if it keeps them interested..."
when adam comes to an abrupt halt in front of a wall of handcuffs, kris sees the cheshire cat grin on his face and a sinking part of his stomach finally realizes that he's not going to be leaving this store empty-handed.
"these."
kris looks down at the pair of soft pink fuzzy cuffs that adam's placed in his hands, then raises his gaze back to adam's face skeptically. "what makes you think -"
"i know katy," adam says, cutting him off and marching him up towards the register, "and i know you, and despite the vanilla attitude that comes across with you guys, i think you guys can afford to be a little butterscotch ripple every once in awhile."
butterscotch ripple, kris thinks as he leaves the store with the cuffs hidden deep into his backpack. he could get used to butterscotch ripple.
Drabble 3: Kris Allen/Anoop Desai, "losing sleep". For
tus_fotografias .
"you do realize that you have to be at the studio in four hours, right?"
kris cranes his neck, squinting at the blurry numbers on his clock radio (the contacts came out after the first hour - who needs them this late at night anyway?). 5:04 am. he shrugs, past the point of caring that anoop can't see him.
"eh, we're just doing some mastering," he says, stretching his leg in an attempt to work out a kink in his calf.
"you need to be conscious for that, though," anoop teases, and kris can hear the yawn through the phone even though he knows anoop is trying to hide it.
"i guess," he sighs. he wriggles himself under the covers, jabbing at the pillow with both hands while the phone balances precariously between his ear and shoulder.
"i'll call you again tomorrow," anoop assures him. "and i'm visiting l.a. in a week. we'll see each other in no time."
a small part of kris's brain worries that anoop thinks he's too clingy and wonders if he should try and stop. a much, much larger part decides he doesn't care.
"okay," kris agrees softly. "sleep well." his fingers fumble for the lamp switch.
"goodnight, kris."
"wait."
kris's fingers still on the switch and he can hear anoop shifting around in his bed, making himself comfortable. "mmm?"
the "i love you" is out there before kris can quite stop himself, and as soon as he says it, he realizes he'd quite like to bang his head against his bookcase half a dozen times. you don't say that to your boyfriend for the first time over the phone, he berates himself.
"love you too."
kris wakes up three hours later with bags under his eyes and a smile on his face.
Drabble 4: Adam Lambert/Matt Giraud, "enough for now". For novelized .
they've been hooking up for a month and a half before adam tries to talk about what is actually happening.
it's not that he doesn't like the sex. matt's hot, and his hands... the competition is constant stress, and it's nice to have someone there to help release the tension. but eventually adam realizes that there's only so many times you can hook up with someone before you realize that you're in love with a lot more than just their body.
adam probably should have chosen a better time to bring up the subject, but instead he hears himself ask "so are we... is this really just hooking up?" just seconds after matt crawls back up his body.
the look on matt's face immediately tells adam that this conversation probably won't go well. "what do you mean?"
"well..." adam sighs, and fuck, he really should have done this while he was clothed. somehow, he figures that would feel safer. "we keep doing this, and i just - is this really enough for you?"
matt flops down next to adam and it's pretty clear there won't be a round two tonight. "why wouldn't it be? it's not like we have time for any of that other stuff. we get off and we go on with our day. what's so wrong with that?"
"matt." adam's voice is softer, easier, somehow. a pause, and then -
"it has to be," matt replies, and there's a lot adam can hear in those four words. it suddenly strikes him that they're in the middle of a competition, dammit, and not only could this all be over tomorrow, but they've got the eyes of the media and the fans pressed against their backs. combine that with the fact that matt's probably never had the "yeah, i'm gay" conversation in his life, and adam suddenly feels pretty awful for bringing it up in the first place.
adam rolls away, sliding off the bed in search of his clothes, despite everything his instincts are telling him to do. rehearsal in twenty minutes, after all.
"yeah," adam agreed, turned away from matt's eyes. "for now, it's enough."
end.
Author: kissoffools / wakeyourheart
Pairing: Various
Rating: PG
Summary: Four different drabbles, four different pairings, written spur-of-the-moment for some friends at ontd_ai .
Disclaimer: Fakeity fake fake. If you personally know someone in any of these drabbles, I kindly ask you to get the eff out. Trust me, it's better for both of us this way.
Notes: I love multi-shipping. Also, these were originally just comment fics, so there's no capitalization. Please don't let that deter you.
Drabble 1: Kris Allen/Matt Giraud, "he's on his way to make it all make sense". For dubdee .
"why'd you pick adam as your roommate instead of me?"
kris starts, already halfway across the large foyer. his suitcase bumps against his heel as he turns to find matt staring him down, fists balled at his sides.
"it wasn't my call, man, the producers were the ones who picked for us." when kris talks, his hands seem to be compelled to move, whether it's fiddling with his instrument or waving around in front of his face. today, he's picking at his cuticles. nerves, matt assumes.
"maybe, but they asked us all if we were okay with our roommates. you had the chance to speak up, say 'hey, i actually kind of liked the guy i roomed with before', and you didn't. was i really such shitty company?"
"you didn't speak up either."
and okay, now a flush is creeping across matt's cheeks. he ducks his head a little and mumbles out a response. kris's eyebrows raise slowly as he takes a few slow steps towards matt, tilting his head.
"what was that?"
"i thought you just didn't want to be around me anymore." matt doesn't embarrass easily, but yeah, admitting his dependency on kris's company is pretty fucking awkward. and now a smile is tugging at the corners of kris's lips, matt can see it, and he's thisclose to turning around and getting out, maybe going for a very long walk.
before he moves, though, kris is stepping forward and grasping his elbow - whether it was just instinct or he'd known matt was about to run, matt had no idea. kris leans in and matt almost panics - he's too close, he can't do this.
when kris' lips cover his own, matt's shock promptly freezes him. some part of the back of his brain is telling him to kiss back, you fucking idiot, but he can't move. not until kris pulls back, smiling, and says, "trust me. it's not at all because i don't want to be around you."
matt manages to make the next move all on his own.
Drabble #2: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen friendship, "girl talk". For
rette_mich_th .
"how about this one?"
"adam, no."
"why not!"
"adam, i am not buying my wife edible underwear."
adam pouts. "well, i thought it'd be fun."
kris isn't quite sure how he ended up in the middle of a sex shop with adam lambert, and it honestly is pretty much as mortifying as he would have imagined. adam's like a kid in a candy store, running around and picking up everything in sight, and it's somehow become his mission to pick out something for kris to give to katy when he sees her next. kris still isn't quite sure how that happened.
adam's mood picks right up again when he waves tropical-flavoured lube in kris's face. "yes? no?"
and now kris is blushing again, although not quite as much as when adam had suggested the ballgag. "i really don't think you're going to find anything here for us, adam."
not to be deterred, adam moves to the next aisle, critically examining a row of what kris is pretty sure are anal beads. not that he's ever seen them before, but he's heard.
"bet our fans would love it if someone saw you and i leaving the store with some of these," kris chuckles.
adam just rolls his eyes and moves further down the row. "hey, if it keeps them interested..."
when adam comes to an abrupt halt in front of a wall of handcuffs, kris sees the cheshire cat grin on his face and a sinking part of his stomach finally realizes that he's not going to be leaving this store empty-handed.
"these."
kris looks down at the pair of soft pink fuzzy cuffs that adam's placed in his hands, then raises his gaze back to adam's face skeptically. "what makes you think -"
"i know katy," adam says, cutting him off and marching him up towards the register, "and i know you, and despite the vanilla attitude that comes across with you guys, i think you guys can afford to be a little butterscotch ripple every once in awhile."
butterscotch ripple, kris thinks as he leaves the store with the cuffs hidden deep into his backpack. he could get used to butterscotch ripple.
Drabble 3: Kris Allen/Anoop Desai, "losing sleep". For
tus_fotografias .
"you do realize that you have to be at the studio in four hours, right?"
kris cranes his neck, squinting at the blurry numbers on his clock radio (the contacts came out after the first hour - who needs them this late at night anyway?). 5:04 am. he shrugs, past the point of caring that anoop can't see him.
"eh, we're just doing some mastering," he says, stretching his leg in an attempt to work out a kink in his calf.
"you need to be conscious for that, though," anoop teases, and kris can hear the yawn through the phone even though he knows anoop is trying to hide it.
"i guess," he sighs. he wriggles himself under the covers, jabbing at the pillow with both hands while the phone balances precariously between his ear and shoulder.
"i'll call you again tomorrow," anoop assures him. "and i'm visiting l.a. in a week. we'll see each other in no time."
a small part of kris's brain worries that anoop thinks he's too clingy and wonders if he should try and stop. a much, much larger part decides he doesn't care.
"okay," kris agrees softly. "sleep well." his fingers fumble for the lamp switch.
"goodnight, kris."
"wait."
kris's fingers still on the switch and he can hear anoop shifting around in his bed, making himself comfortable. "mmm?"
the "i love you" is out there before kris can quite stop himself, and as soon as he says it, he realizes he'd quite like to bang his head against his bookcase half a dozen times. you don't say that to your boyfriend for the first time over the phone, he berates himself.
"love you too."
kris wakes up three hours later with bags under his eyes and a smile on his face.
Drabble 4: Adam Lambert/Matt Giraud, "enough for now". For novelized .
they've been hooking up for a month and a half before adam tries to talk about what is actually happening.
it's not that he doesn't like the sex. matt's hot, and his hands... the competition is constant stress, and it's nice to have someone there to help release the tension. but eventually adam realizes that there's only so many times you can hook up with someone before you realize that you're in love with a lot more than just their body.
adam probably should have chosen a better time to bring up the subject, but instead he hears himself ask "so are we... is this really just hooking up?" just seconds after matt crawls back up his body.
the look on matt's face immediately tells adam that this conversation probably won't go well. "what do you mean?"
"well..." adam sighs, and fuck, he really should have done this while he was clothed. somehow, he figures that would feel safer. "we keep doing this, and i just - is this really enough for you?"
matt flops down next to adam and it's pretty clear there won't be a round two tonight. "why wouldn't it be? it's not like we have time for any of that other stuff. we get off and we go on with our day. what's so wrong with that?"
"matt." adam's voice is softer, easier, somehow. a pause, and then -
"it has to be," matt replies, and there's a lot adam can hear in those four words. it suddenly strikes him that they're in the middle of a competition, dammit, and not only could this all be over tomorrow, but they've got the eyes of the media and the fans pressed against their backs. combine that with the fact that matt's probably never had the "yeah, i'm gay" conversation in his life, and adam suddenly feels pretty awful for bringing it up in the first place.
adam rolls away, sliding off the bed in search of his clothes, despite everything his instincts are telling him to do. rehearsal in twenty minutes, after all.
"yeah," adam agreed, turned away from matt's eyes. "for now, it's enough."
end.