Kradam?!
Author: xxkatiekatiex
Name: Untitled Kradam Oneshot
Rating: PG-15
Pairing(s): Kradam.
Disclaimer: These two men belong wholly to themselves and I doubt that this will ever happen. Entirely a work of fiction, entirely from my imagination.
Warning: None. Surprise appearance of David Cook. Be warned of the scruffy rocker-ness.
Author's Note: Unbeta'd and kind of strange. This was one that I was a little apprehensive about posting, because Kris is done in what's probably a very non-Kris kind of way, but I liked the characterizations anyway. There were a few other reasons that I didn't like this, but I'll get past those for your enjoyment.
The more Kris thinks about it, the weirder it makes him feel. After all, he's a straight boy, he's a boy that everyone, no matter what, loves. He's every parents dream.
So why in hell does he keep hanging out with Adam and his friends even long after idol is over?
He's got friends, after all. He's got lots of supportive, friendly people who love him. And yet he continues to throw himself into the weirdness that is Adam's life.
He's delt with Adam dressed in drag. He's dealt with one of Adam's friends telling him repeatedly how much he'd like to fuck Kris' little ass over the moon. He's dealt with smokey clubs and questionable alcohol and what he would have considered before to be the underworld of society.
And the only thing that's changed? Kris can now put on his own eyeliner.
Not that he wears it.
He'd never admit to something like that.
... But secretly, he does. He wears a lot of eyeliner when he goes out with Adam, braving the clubs of the greater LA area. And associating with Adam and the wearing of eyeliner have, collectively, shown Kris a side of himself that he'd never known existed.
Which is where it gets weird.
Because Kris had discovered that there was a side of himself that loved to watch Adam's ass when he dances.
Not that he'd ever admit it.
But he knows it.
That's why he so often goes out to the dimly lit places on the weekends. It's not to have a good time like Adam and his buddies, it's to watch Adam have a good time.
Which is fun in it's own right, until he disappears into the crowd with a man who looks suspiciously like David Cook. Then it's not fun. Not fun at all.
Kris cranes his neck across the dance floor, hoping to spot his close friend. He's there, his black hair spiked into a faux- hawk for the night. There's purple glitter in it.
It sickens Kris to know that there'll be purple glitter all over his dance partner. Sickens him.
And this is the reason that Kris shoves through the crowd toward his closest friend in LA, a grim set to his jaw and a light in his eyes.
Like everyone didn't get super protective of their friends sometimes, right?
Adam spots him first, his eyes lighting up and a friendly smile spreading across his face. His dark eyes sparkle in the pulsing lights of the dance floor, the sparkles in his hair having gotten stuck all over his face. He pushes mister 'I'm David Cook' away from his hips and pulls Kris close.
Suddenly this is weirder than before, Kris realizes once he's pulled flush against his close friend. He barely hears Adam's chuckle. "If you'd told me you wanted to dance, I wouldn't have left with that guy." He says, just loud enough for Kris to hear.
Kris doesn't reply, he's too busy trying to figure out what the hell he's doing. After a moment of stiffness, however, he succumbs, and pulls Adam closer to sway to the powerful beat of some techno song he'll never hear again. "I didn't know I wanted to."
"He was weird anyway." Adam replies with a shrug, as if they weren't in the middle of a group of gyrating, barely legal teenagers and gay couples.
Kris has to marvel at Adam's comfort level even as he feels his muscles tighten at his proximity to his close friend. He can feel every plane of Adam's body, every muscle of his thighs and abdomen. He has to wonder why-
Oh.
Oh my.
It appears to Kris that Adam had been easing him into this. But now, having been shoved by someone from behind, Adam has, without meaning to, thrust his hips straight into Kris'.
The smaller man begins to wonder if what he'd done, feeling suddenly protective and coming over here, had been wise. Because with every sway of their hips, the bulge in Adam's jeans and the zipper of his own jeans rub together. And soon there's a bulge in his jeans too.
And he can't bring it up, because...
Fuck. He can't leave, because someone's going to grab Adam again, and for whatever reason, this seems worse to Kris than throwing himself in front of a train. And he can't stay because... Well, how long can it really take for Adam to notice? And Adam's the kind of guy who's going to say something all too embarassing...
So Kris does the only thing he can think of.
He pulls away from Adam's hips for a moment before turning around and pushing his ass into his friend.
Anything to keep Adam and his friends from starting a running joke. Even if it means looking like Adam's bitch for a few minutes.
Adam grasps his hips again and continues to dance as though nothing had changed, but the glint in his eyes has grown a little darker. Kris notices when he looks over his shoulder at his dance partner, and he knows that it's all over. Nothing is safe now, nothing is off limits. There have been few limits since the whole Rolling Stone thing, but he's pretty sure that the last one tumbled down as Adam's grip on his hipbones grew more possessive.
When Kris gets home, Katy asks him where all the purple glitter came from, but doesn't even notice the eyeliner or the smell of Adam in his clothes.
Name: Untitled Kradam Oneshot
Rating: PG-15
Pairing(s): Kradam.
Disclaimer: These two men belong wholly to themselves and I doubt that this will ever happen. Entirely a work of fiction, entirely from my imagination.
Warning: None. Surprise appearance of David Cook. Be warned of the scruffy rocker-ness.
Author's Note: Unbeta'd and kind of strange. This was one that I was a little apprehensive about posting, because Kris is done in what's probably a very non-Kris kind of way, but I liked the characterizations anyway. There were a few other reasons that I didn't like this, but I'll get past those for your enjoyment.
The more Kris thinks about it, the weirder it makes him feel. After all, he's a straight boy, he's a boy that everyone, no matter what, loves. He's every parents dream.
So why in hell does he keep hanging out with Adam and his friends even long after idol is over?
He's got friends, after all. He's got lots of supportive, friendly people who love him. And yet he continues to throw himself into the weirdness that is Adam's life.
He's delt with Adam dressed in drag. He's dealt with one of Adam's friends telling him repeatedly how much he'd like to fuck Kris' little ass over the moon. He's dealt with smokey clubs and questionable alcohol and what he would have considered before to be the underworld of society.
And the only thing that's changed? Kris can now put on his own eyeliner.
Not that he wears it.
He'd never admit to something like that.
... But secretly, he does. He wears a lot of eyeliner when he goes out with Adam, braving the clubs of the greater LA area. And associating with Adam and the wearing of eyeliner have, collectively, shown Kris a side of himself that he'd never known existed.
Which is where it gets weird.
Because Kris had discovered that there was a side of himself that loved to watch Adam's ass when he dances.
Not that he'd ever admit it.
But he knows it.
That's why he so often goes out to the dimly lit places on the weekends. It's not to have a good time like Adam and his buddies, it's to watch Adam have a good time.
Which is fun in it's own right, until he disappears into the crowd with a man who looks suspiciously like David Cook. Then it's not fun. Not fun at all.
Kris cranes his neck across the dance floor, hoping to spot his close friend. He's there, his black hair spiked into a faux- hawk for the night. There's purple glitter in it.
It sickens Kris to know that there'll be purple glitter all over his dance partner. Sickens him.
And this is the reason that Kris shoves through the crowd toward his closest friend in LA, a grim set to his jaw and a light in his eyes.
Like everyone didn't get super protective of their friends sometimes, right?
Adam spots him first, his eyes lighting up and a friendly smile spreading across his face. His dark eyes sparkle in the pulsing lights of the dance floor, the sparkles in his hair having gotten stuck all over his face. He pushes mister 'I'm David Cook' away from his hips and pulls Kris close.
Suddenly this is weirder than before, Kris realizes once he's pulled flush against his close friend. He barely hears Adam's chuckle. "If you'd told me you wanted to dance, I wouldn't have left with that guy." He says, just loud enough for Kris to hear.
Kris doesn't reply, he's too busy trying to figure out what the hell he's doing. After a moment of stiffness, however, he succumbs, and pulls Adam closer to sway to the powerful beat of some techno song he'll never hear again. "I didn't know I wanted to."
"He was weird anyway." Adam replies with a shrug, as if they weren't in the middle of a group of gyrating, barely legal teenagers and gay couples.
Kris has to marvel at Adam's comfort level even as he feels his muscles tighten at his proximity to his close friend. He can feel every plane of Adam's body, every muscle of his thighs and abdomen. He has to wonder why-
Oh.
Oh my.
It appears to Kris that Adam had been easing him into this. But now, having been shoved by someone from behind, Adam has, without meaning to, thrust his hips straight into Kris'.
The smaller man begins to wonder if what he'd done, feeling suddenly protective and coming over here, had been wise. Because with every sway of their hips, the bulge in Adam's jeans and the zipper of his own jeans rub together. And soon there's a bulge in his jeans too.
And he can't bring it up, because...
Fuck. He can't leave, because someone's going to grab Adam again, and for whatever reason, this seems worse to Kris than throwing himself in front of a train. And he can't stay because... Well, how long can it really take for Adam to notice? And Adam's the kind of guy who's going to say something all too embarassing...
So Kris does the only thing he can think of.
He pulls away from Adam's hips for a moment before turning around and pushing his ass into his friend.
Anything to keep Adam and his friends from starting a running joke. Even if it means looking like Adam's bitch for a few minutes.
Adam grasps his hips again and continues to dance as though nothing had changed, but the glint in his eyes has grown a little darker. Kris notices when he looks over his shoulder at his dance partner, and he knows that it's all over. Nothing is safe now, nothing is off limits. There have been few limits since the whole Rolling Stone thing, but he's pretty sure that the last one tumbled down as Adam's grip on his hipbones grew more possessive.
When Kris gets home, Katy asks him where all the purple glitter came from, but doesn't even notice the eyeliner or the smell of Adam in his clothes.