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I’m not in love; this is not my heart…
“It is now time for Lil’ to sing her last song. So Lil’ take it away!” said Ryan as he introduced Lil’ Rounds final performance on Idol. She had just been voted off, but not after giving Kris the scare of his life. It had been between the two of them, the bottom two and Kris honestly thought he was going. Not too far away sitting on the couch, was Adam, he sat the anxious for the results. He was worried that Kris was going to leave. He couldn’t explain the burst of happiness he felt when the results said that Kris was safe, he was just
overjoyed.
As Lil’ began to sing, Kris went back the couches. With every step he took, he could feel each and every nerve in his body shake. He was trying to keep composed, but he wasn’t doing a very good job. Relief washed over him as he finally arrived at the couches. He took his rightful spot beside Adam. As he sat down, Adam put his hand on his thigh, reassuring him, and ultimately calming Kris down. And Kris was never more thankful.
Adam saw the nervousness in Kris’s eyes. Yes, he was saved but that doesn’t mean that those nerves just faded away in an instant. Kris was a bundle of nerves and it made Adam feel unsettled. There was a foreign feeling in the pit of his stomach, and Adam couldn’t put his finger on it. As Kris sat down, Adam placed a reassuring hand on Kris’s leg. He could feel the nerves just wash away out of the other man’s body, and sighed in relief. As he looked down at Kris, he was met with Kris’s eyes. And in that moment something happened. Kris got up and left the stage, leaving everyone, especially Adam, confused.
***
Three hours. Three hours ago it was the end of that nights results show. Three hours ago was when Kris walked off the stage. Three hours is how long Adam had been kicking himself for not running after Kris. It’s nearly one o’clock, and Kris has yet to return home to the Idol house. He’s been gone for three hours, and Adam had been silently going crazy. He was going through every worse possible situation in his mind. Maybe he got himself kidnapped? Maybe he’s drunk and got into a bar fight? What if he’s dead? OH god he’s dead! These thoughts were racing threw his mind at a hundred miles an hour. And then he heard the house doors open. Soon Kris burst into Adam’s room, clearly drunk out of his mind, and began to scream.
“I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU...YOU DIDN’T EXIST! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?! WHY DID YOU PUT ME THROUGH THIS? YOU…YOU FUCKING FAGGOT IT’S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT!”
Adam laid there in shock and confusion. He was at a loss of words. He had no idea what brought this on. All he knew was that Kris was drunk and that he was very unpredictable at the moment.
“I…I…I HAVE A FUCKING WIFE! I FUCKING LOVE HER! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?! WHY ADAM? Why?” The last word came as a whisper. Tears start to cascade down the drunken man’s cheeks; he collapsed onto the bed where Adam laid, breaking down completely, uttering word that were only muffled by his sobs. Adam sat there for what felt like hours but were mere minutes just watching Kris. As the younger man began to calm down, Adam decided it was time to clear this whole situation up.
“Kris, are you okay now?” he asked timidly not wanting to push Kris over the edge again. Kris simply nodded, without a single word. He still refused to look Adam in the eyes.
“What did I do to make you leave for those three hours? What did I do to make you so mad?” asked Adam, his voice slightly getting louder with each word. He wanted answers; he didn’t understand why Kris could use such hurtful words towards him, for no reason.
“You wonna know what you did? You really wonna know?”
“Yes I do wonna fucking know what I did to you!”
And with that Kris had moved from his position, he was on top of Adam, in a straddling position none the less. Adam laid there in bewilderment; he couldn’t believe the scene that was unraveling in front of him. Kris stayed there for a few moments, just staring Adam directly in the eyes. As Adam looked up at Kris, he saw a full range of emotions in his eyes. He saw confusion, hate, regret, sorrow but he also saw something he never expected, love.
Kris slowly began to lower himself until he was face to face with Adam.
“You fucking made me fall in love with you, you asshole, that’s what you did.”And with that he kissed him. His lips met Adam’s in an explosion of emotion. At first it started off slowly, soft, but soon it started to intensify. Adam snaked his arms around Kris’s waist pulling him closer to him. As the kiss kept getting hotter and hotter, the two began fighting for dominance; Adam flipped the pair over gaining power, and took charge. His hand found its way under Kris’s shirt, feeling his chest, causing Kris to shiver. Their pants became tighter as the passion began to raise, their hips grinding together. Their quiet moans began to get louder and louder.
Suddenly they heard footsteps; the two quickly pulled apart trying to recover their breaths. Seconds later, Allison opened the door, looking quite tired.
“Is everything okay in here guys? We heard some yelling and moaning in here.” She asked, a yawn escaping her mouth.
“Um yeah everything’s good right Kris?”
“Yea everything is totally alright Ali.”
“Umm…Whatever just use protection got it boys?” and with that she left, leaving the two shocked.
“You don’ think she knows do you?” asked Kris flabbergasted.
“I have no idea.” FIN
“It is now time for Lil’ to sing her last song. So Lil’ take it away!” said Ryan as he introduced Lil’ Rounds final performance on Idol. She had just been voted off, but not after giving Kris the scare of his life. It had been between the two of them, the bottom two and Kris honestly thought he was going. Not too far away sitting on the couch, was Adam, he sat the anxious for the results. He was worried that Kris was going to leave. He couldn’t explain the burst of happiness he felt when the results said that Kris was safe, he was just
overjoyed.
As Lil’ began to sing, Kris went back the couches. With every step he took, he could feel each and every nerve in his body shake. He was trying to keep composed, but he wasn’t doing a very good job. Relief washed over him as he finally arrived at the couches. He took his rightful spot beside Adam. As he sat down, Adam put his hand on his thigh, reassuring him, and ultimately calming Kris down. And Kris was never more thankful.
Adam saw the nervousness in Kris’s eyes. Yes, he was saved but that doesn’t mean that those nerves just faded away in an instant. Kris was a bundle of nerves and it made Adam feel unsettled. There was a foreign feeling in the pit of his stomach, and Adam couldn’t put his finger on it. As Kris sat down, Adam placed a reassuring hand on Kris’s leg. He could feel the nerves just wash away out of the other man’s body, and sighed in relief. As he looked down at Kris, he was met with Kris’s eyes. And in that moment something happened. Kris got up and left the stage, leaving everyone, especially Adam, confused.
***
Three hours. Three hours ago it was the end of that nights results show. Three hours ago was when Kris walked off the stage. Three hours is how long Adam had been kicking himself for not running after Kris. It’s nearly one o’clock, and Kris has yet to return home to the Idol house. He’s been gone for three hours, and Adam had been silently going crazy. He was going through every worse possible situation in his mind. Maybe he got himself kidnapped? Maybe he’s drunk and got into a bar fight? What if he’s dead? OH god he’s dead! These thoughts were racing threw his mind at a hundred miles an hour. And then he heard the house doors open. Soon Kris burst into Adam’s room, clearly drunk out of his mind, and began to scream.
“I HATE YOU! I WISH YOU...YOU DIDN’T EXIST! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?! WHY DID YOU PUT ME THROUGH THIS? YOU…YOU FUCKING FAGGOT IT’S YOUR ENTIRE FAULT!”
Adam laid there in shock and confusion. He was at a loss of words. He had no idea what brought this on. All he knew was that Kris was drunk and that he was very unpredictable at the moment.
“I…I…I HAVE A FUCKING WIFE! I FUCKING LOVE HER! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO ME?! WHY ADAM? Why?” The last word came as a whisper. Tears start to cascade down the drunken man’s cheeks; he collapsed onto the bed where Adam laid, breaking down completely, uttering word that were only muffled by his sobs. Adam sat there for what felt like hours but were mere minutes just watching Kris. As the younger man began to calm down, Adam decided it was time to clear this whole situation up.
“Kris, are you okay now?” he asked timidly not wanting to push Kris over the edge again. Kris simply nodded, without a single word. He still refused to look Adam in the eyes.
“What did I do to make you leave for those three hours? What did I do to make you so mad?” asked Adam, his voice slightly getting louder with each word. He wanted answers; he didn’t understand why Kris could use such hurtful words towards him, for no reason.
“You wonna know what you did? You really wonna know?”
“Yes I do wonna fucking know what I did to you!”
And with that Kris had moved from his position, he was on top of Adam, in a straddling position none the less. Adam laid there in bewilderment; he couldn’t believe the scene that was unraveling in front of him. Kris stayed there for a few moments, just staring Adam directly in the eyes. As Adam looked up at Kris, he saw a full range of emotions in his eyes. He saw confusion, hate, regret, sorrow but he also saw something he never expected, love.
Kris slowly began to lower himself until he was face to face with Adam.
“You fucking made me fall in love with you, you asshole, that’s what you did.”And with that he kissed him. His lips met Adam’s in an explosion of emotion. At first it started off slowly, soft, but soon it started to intensify. Adam snaked his arms around Kris’s waist pulling him closer to him. As the kiss kept getting hotter and hotter, the two began fighting for dominance; Adam flipped the pair over gaining power, and took charge. His hand found its way under Kris’s shirt, feeling his chest, causing Kris to shiver. Their pants became tighter as the passion began to raise, their hips grinding together. Their quiet moans began to get louder and louder.
Suddenly they heard footsteps; the two quickly pulled apart trying to recover their breaths. Seconds later, Allison opened the door, looking quite tired.
“Is everything okay in here guys? We heard some yelling and moaning in here.” She asked, a yawn escaping her mouth.
“Um yeah everything’s good right Kris?”
“Yea everything is totally alright Ali.”
“Umm…Whatever just use protection got it boys?” and with that she left, leaving the two shocked.
“You don’ think she knows do you?” asked Kris flabbergasted.
“I have no idea.” FIN