THROUGH THE LONG NIGHT- Kradam drabble
Title:Through The Long Night
Fandom: American Idol season 8
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: Tame
Word Count: 572
Written for: ontd_ai drabble meme, Prompt 22-Kris/Adam, PG-13 to NC-17, tour. While riding on the bus to the next city, Kris wakes up during late nighttime hours while everyone else sleeps. Adam finds him dozing lightly (in the bunk, in the living area of the bus, whatever) listening to music on his Ipod. They put the earphone splitters to use. And cuddle.
Far too long. Those three words invaded Adam Lambert’s head early one morning (Adam checked his cell phone, momentarily blinded by the screen: 4:30 AM.) while riding the tour bus to their next destination. He’d heard the man on the bunk below him climb out of the bed some minutes ago, if only because of the sound of his head hitting the top bunk (wasn’t quite used to the bunk setup yet) and the quiet-but-not-quiet-enough “Dammit” that followed. And the period of time the man had been gone was far too long to be gone for the logical reasons Adam could imagine. He only hoped that hitting his head hadn’t caused the man to pass out somewhere.
Because of this suddenly jarring thought, Adam carefully sat up in the bed, paying extra attention to not hit his own head. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he opted to softly drop from the bunk rather than use the ladder. After all, he was tall enough. Once both feet were safely on the ground, he peered into the bunk below him. The pull curtain was opened and the sheets were a mess inside, the bed unoccupied. Adam quietly made his way into the main area of the bus, intent on at least grabbing a bottle of water to satisfy his dry throat before heading back to bed.
A quick glance to the left, and Adam let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. There on the couch, curled up and slumped against the arm of the couch in light slumber, was Kris Allen, headphones spilling from his ears and creating a trail down his body to the iPod in his lap.
Adam stepped closer to Kris’ form and placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, causing his eyes to lightly flutter open. “Couldn’t sleep in there?” he asked. Kris nodded. “Me either,” he lied. He didn’t need Kris to know he’d been concerned for him. He walked to the refrigerator, pulling out 2 bottles of water, before returning to Kris’ side and gently lifting the sleeping man into a seated position. Handing him a bottle of water, Adam slid in next to him. “What you listening to?” he asked, lifting the iPod from the man’s lap to read the screen. He smirked when the man’s own studio versions from their time on Idol appeared on the screen. “Kristopher Allen, you never struck me as the self-centered type.” The sleepily half-assed shove he received made Adam quickly shut his mouth, opting instead to pull one earbud from Kris’ ear, inserting it in his own. Kris yanked it back out, earning a glare from Adam until his hand emerged from the bag next to him.
“That’s what this is for, duh,” Kris chided the older man, plugging the headphone splitter into the jack, inserting his own and banishing Adam from the couch until he found his.
Adam returned to the couch with his headphones and soon succumbed to sleep himself, and that’s how they were found the next morning. There on the couch, curled up and slumped against the arm of the couch in slumber, was Kris Allen, headphones spilling from his ears and creating a trail down his body to the iPod in his lap. Next to him, Adam Lambert, leaning on Kris’ shoulder, the headphones since fallen out during his sleep, pooling in Kris’ lap next to his iPod.
Fandom: American Idol season 8
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: Tame
Word Count: 572
Written for: ontd_ai drabble meme, Prompt 22-Kris/Adam, PG-13 to NC-17, tour. While riding on the bus to the next city, Kris wakes up during late nighttime hours while everyone else sleeps. Adam finds him dozing lightly (in the bunk, in the living area of the bus, whatever) listening to music on his Ipod. They put the earphone splitters to use. And cuddle.
Far too long. Those three words invaded Adam Lambert’s head early one morning (Adam checked his cell phone, momentarily blinded by the screen: 4:30 AM.) while riding the tour bus to their next destination. He’d heard the man on the bunk below him climb out of the bed some minutes ago, if only because of the sound of his head hitting the top bunk (wasn’t quite used to the bunk setup yet) and the quiet-but-not-quiet-enough “Dammit” that followed. And the period of time the man had been gone was far too long to be gone for the logical reasons Adam could imagine. He only hoped that hitting his head hadn’t caused the man to pass out somewhere.
Because of this suddenly jarring thought, Adam carefully sat up in the bed, paying extra attention to not hit his own head. Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he opted to softly drop from the bunk rather than use the ladder. After all, he was tall enough. Once both feet were safely on the ground, he peered into the bunk below him. The pull curtain was opened and the sheets were a mess inside, the bed unoccupied. Adam quietly made his way into the main area of the bus, intent on at least grabbing a bottle of water to satisfy his dry throat before heading back to bed.
A quick glance to the left, and Adam let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. There on the couch, curled up and slumped against the arm of the couch in light slumber, was Kris Allen, headphones spilling from his ears and creating a trail down his body to the iPod in his lap.
Adam stepped closer to Kris’ form and placed a hand on the man’s shoulder, causing his eyes to lightly flutter open. “Couldn’t sleep in there?” he asked. Kris nodded. “Me either,” he lied. He didn’t need Kris to know he’d been concerned for him. He walked to the refrigerator, pulling out 2 bottles of water, before returning to Kris’ side and gently lifting the sleeping man into a seated position. Handing him a bottle of water, Adam slid in next to him. “What you listening to?” he asked, lifting the iPod from the man’s lap to read the screen. He smirked when the man’s own studio versions from their time on Idol appeared on the screen. “Kristopher Allen, you never struck me as the self-centered type.” The sleepily half-assed shove he received made Adam quickly shut his mouth, opting instead to pull one earbud from Kris’ ear, inserting it in his own. Kris yanked it back out, earning a glare from Adam until his hand emerged from the bag next to him.
“That’s what this is for, duh,” Kris chided the older man, plugging the headphone splitter into the jack, inserting his own and banishing Adam from the couch until he found his.
Adam returned to the couch with his headphones and soon succumbed to sleep himself, and that’s how they were found the next morning. There on the couch, curled up and slumped against the arm of the couch in slumber, was Kris Allen, headphones spilling from his ears and creating a trail down his body to the iPod in his lap. Next to him, Adam Lambert, leaning on Kris’ shoulder, the headphones since fallen out during his sleep, pooling in Kris’ lap next to his iPod.