Kiss a Girl (1/1)
Author: xxkatiekatiex
Name: Kiss a Girl
Rating: PG
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.
Author's Note: Unbeta'd. I have realized that I love writing comingout!fic. In fact, here's another. Although my last one was about Kris knowing that everything was okay, this one's a lot more easy going and hopefully just as fun a read. I stuck some random stuff in there and everything, but I think it all came together nicely.
Adam, if he were to be honest with himself, didn't quite know what to expect from this night out on the town. This fact alone was enough to freak him out, considering that Adam was always prepared for just about anything... but tonight had him on pins and needles.
Only nights before the start of the tour, the top ten were allowed time off from their hectic schedule for dinner and fun and anything they could come up with. As long as they were healthy in three day's time, the management couldn't really care less. So when Kris had approached his old roommate about going to dinner, Adam had accepted the invitation without a second thought, knowing that whatever Kris wanted to talk about wouldn't be the tour, wouldn't be press, wouldn't be anything that would stress his overly dramatic friend out.
At the same time, however, Adam was apprehensive. Sure, the place Kris had chosen was normal enough... your average burger joint. A very Kris-ish choice, he noted with a grin... but something was up. He couldn't put his finger on what, but something was crackling in the air.
Maybe Kris felt it too, because he asked for a booth, the quietest one they could get. Adam thought nothing more of it. After all, he didn't want to be ravaged by loyal fans either.
As soon as they slid into the booth, a back corner little place, however, the atmosphere did not calm, as Adam expected it to. If anything, it grew denser, more oppressive, as Kris's replies to a question or comment became clipped and guarded. Adam wasn't sure quite what to make of it, but whatever it was, he didn't much like it.
"Kris, what's up? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?" Adam asked after the pair had ordered drinks.
His companion's head shot up, wildly surprised, as if he hadn't even noticed that he was acting weird. A long moment passed, Adam scrutinizing his friend, before Kris steeled himself for what was to come. "Yeah, I guess so." He said simply. "I did want to talk to you. Without Gokey, and Alli, and Matt and everyone- anyone- who could make this more awkward."
Adam nodded, unsure of where this was going. Whatever it was, though, it was serious-- he could tell by the way Kris's jaw was set, by the light in his eyes. "What's up?"
But then the mask was back, as quickly as it had fallen, and Adam was afriad that he'd imagined the openness that the pair had shared only a moment before. The waitress put their drinks on the table and sauntered away before Kris let out a sigh. "I don't know, Adam. I just... I'm not sure anymore."
"I'm not sure I follow you."
Adam wasn't used to Kris being cryptic at all. Kris was the most straightforward guy he knew, apart from himself. They'd talked about anything and everything in the past, late into the night... so it was strange to see him clam up like this. It wasn't that Adam was surprised... Kris had to be made uncomfortable by some things, but he couldn't imagine what.
"I know that we're friends. I've trusted you wholly with this experience, and I think you've done the same." Kris began after taking a long draught of his beer. "And I just wanted to talk about something."
"What's up?" Adam repeated, growing more antsy by the moment at the sheer lack of information he was recieving from his close friend.
Steeling himself one last time, Kris straightened up, his lips pursed and that light back his eyes, before he opened his mouth. "I love Katy." He stated shortly. Adam opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'I'm glad you married her, then.', but Kris continued before he could. "I've loved Katy for as long as I can remember. She's been my friend and the light of my life for a long time, and I couldn't imagine my life without her."
Adam wilted a little at the thought. He was well aware of the closeness that the pair shared, but he always liked to think that he possessed a part of the smaller man. That he held a part of his competitor's heart in the same way that Kris captivated his own heart. Hearing him sing Katy's praises could do nothing less than remind him how false this all was.
"But something's been bothering me lately, Adam... like an itch that I can't quite scratch because I can't quite tell where it's coming from." Kris continued, looking down at his hands. "And I think you can help me out with that."
The larger man was quiet for a moment, as if trying to decipher what exactly he'd just been asked to do. "You want me to find the itch?"
"More or less, yes."
"That's a weird way to put it, but I'm always willing to help." Adam said before taking a drink from his own beer. The situation stlll seemed stiff, but he was sure that Kris would dive in without much more of this weirdness.
Kris put his hands on top of the table, knitting his fingers together and avoiding Adam's gaze when he spoke. "When I was performing with Keith... you know, on the finale? He said something... I didn't expect." He explained shortly.
Now Adam was intrigued. "Yeah? What was that?"
"He said--" Kris broke off, looking for the right words. "That the song wasn't exactly true."
It was a simplified way to put it, but Adam understood straightaway. The lyrics to the song had said... No. Not possible. "But he's married to fucking Nicole Kidman! She's enough to turn almost anyone straight!"
Kris motioned for him to keep his voice down. "That's what I said, too." He replied, rubbing his hands across tired eyes-- something that Adam had seen him do a lot of in the past week. "Right after he kissed me."
The groan was audible in the younger man's response, but Adam spoke without thinking. "I would have paid to see that."
When you're gay, you're gay. And when you're Adam Lambert, you're allowed to say whatever the hell you want.
Kris's shoulders began to shake as he laughed, and then he said something that his friend would never have expected. "That's what Katy said too."
Adam's jaw dropped just as Kris looked up, and they looked at each other in silence for a moment before both bursting into loud laughter at the obsurdity of the enire situation. He'd never pinned Katy for being a wife like that. Not that he really minded. "That's the most unexpected thing I've ever heard you say." He told Kris, still laughing. "And you say a lot of things."
It was true, Kris did say a lot of things, many soley for the purpose of catching people off guard. Complimenting Adam's fine ass on top nine week, for example. That was the first time he did it in front of the other idols-- only a few days after Adam confessed to him that he was gay. He just did these... things. Like burying his face in Adam's chest when they hugged, like holding Adam's gaze for just a moment too long. Things that he noticed and that always kind of surprised him. He always talked about how much he 'loved' Adam... everything.
Kris shrugged, looking down at his hands, twisting and untwisting before him, never quite still. "I guess I have. Sorry about all that."
"No, don't be sorry. It made the time on the show a lot more interesting." Adam replied with a shrug. The atmosphere had lost a lot of it's electricity now, and both he and Kris were visibly more relaxed. The older man took another long pull of his beer (he never cared much for the stuff... he was a vodka man himself), before asking the one question that Kris expected him to. "So... he a good kisser?"
The younger man let out a groan, hiding his face in his hands, and Adam laughed, watching his ears turn red. "Yes... No... I don't know."
Adam brought his face as close as he could to Kris's, singing under his breath to his roommate. "I wanna kiss a boy, I wanna hold him tight, and maybe make a little magic in the moonlight."
Kris's shoulders began to shake again, his laughter the sign that as strange as this conversation was, he was good with it. "It was weird. Different."
"Did you like it?" Adam had always thought that Kris had big puppy-dog eyes, and when they looked up at him, he fought back a smile. Kris bit his lip before answering. "That's why I wanted to go to dinner with you tonight." He confessed, still smiling that natural grin that drove Adam crazy.
"So you did? That's a yes?"
Kris's blush continued down his neck. "Yeah."
"And Katy was okay with it, right?"
Kris gave him a look that said 'Katy's okay with pretty much everything'. Adam laughed.
"So what's the big deal?" Kris leaned across the table, chewing on his lower lip, before beckoning for Adam to lean in too. A long pause. Adam could taste Kris's breath on the air, like beer and southern charm. He watched the younger man lick his lips before speaking. "He wasn't the one I wanted to kiss."
Kris's words were whispered but unmistakable, and Adam drew back, smiling. He knew Kris well enough to figure the whole thing out. "You little tease."
His companion blushed again. "I... I wasn't even sure you'd get it. I couldn't think of any great way to tell you. I guess this was pretty lame."
Adam grabbed his hand from across the table, giving it a squeeze. "You know what, Allen? I loved it."
"Really?"
"Who wouldn't?" They were both silent for a minute before Adam let out a hissed "I can't believe you kissed Keith Urban!"
Kris laughed again, his eyes closing and his nose crinkling up in that way that Adam can't help but love. "Me either."
"You promise it'll be me next time?" Adam's voice was soft but insistant, and he knew it. It was time to make sure about this entire thing. There had been too much dancing around one another in the last two months, too much of all of this.
Nodding, Kris agreed. Adam considered for a moment. "This is what you want, then?"
Kris nodded again. "I think it is."
The grin that spread across Adam's face was wider than he thought it would be, but he didn't care anymore. "You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that."
Name: Kiss a Girl
Rating: PG
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.
Author's Note: Unbeta'd. I have realized that I love writing comingout!fic. In fact, here's another. Although my last one was about Kris knowing that everything was okay, this one's a lot more easy going and hopefully just as fun a read. I stuck some random stuff in there and everything, but I think it all came together nicely.
Adam, if he were to be honest with himself, didn't quite know what to expect from this night out on the town. This fact alone was enough to freak him out, considering that Adam was always prepared for just about anything... but tonight had him on pins and needles.
Only nights before the start of the tour, the top ten were allowed time off from their hectic schedule for dinner and fun and anything they could come up with. As long as they were healthy in three day's time, the management couldn't really care less. So when Kris had approached his old roommate about going to dinner, Adam had accepted the invitation without a second thought, knowing that whatever Kris wanted to talk about wouldn't be the tour, wouldn't be press, wouldn't be anything that would stress his overly dramatic friend out.
At the same time, however, Adam was apprehensive. Sure, the place Kris had chosen was normal enough... your average burger joint. A very Kris-ish choice, he noted with a grin... but something was up. He couldn't put his finger on what, but something was crackling in the air.
Maybe Kris felt it too, because he asked for a booth, the quietest one they could get. Adam thought nothing more of it. After all, he didn't want to be ravaged by loyal fans either.
As soon as they slid into the booth, a back corner little place, however, the atmosphere did not calm, as Adam expected it to. If anything, it grew denser, more oppressive, as Kris's replies to a question or comment became clipped and guarded. Adam wasn't sure quite what to make of it, but whatever it was, he didn't much like it.
"Kris, what's up? Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?" Adam asked after the pair had ordered drinks.
His companion's head shot up, wildly surprised, as if he hadn't even noticed that he was acting weird. A long moment passed, Adam scrutinizing his friend, before Kris steeled himself for what was to come. "Yeah, I guess so." He said simply. "I did want to talk to you. Without Gokey, and Alli, and Matt and everyone- anyone- who could make this more awkward."
Adam nodded, unsure of where this was going. Whatever it was, though, it was serious-- he could tell by the way Kris's jaw was set, by the light in his eyes. "What's up?"
But then the mask was back, as quickly as it had fallen, and Adam was afriad that he'd imagined the openness that the pair had shared only a moment before. The waitress put their drinks on the table and sauntered away before Kris let out a sigh. "I don't know, Adam. I just... I'm not sure anymore."
"I'm not sure I follow you."
Adam wasn't used to Kris being cryptic at all. Kris was the most straightforward guy he knew, apart from himself. They'd talked about anything and everything in the past, late into the night... so it was strange to see him clam up like this. It wasn't that Adam was surprised... Kris had to be made uncomfortable by some things, but he couldn't imagine what.
"I know that we're friends. I've trusted you wholly with this experience, and I think you've done the same." Kris began after taking a long draught of his beer. "And I just wanted to talk about something."
"What's up?" Adam repeated, growing more antsy by the moment at the sheer lack of information he was recieving from his close friend.
Steeling himself one last time, Kris straightened up, his lips pursed and that light back his eyes, before he opened his mouth. "I love Katy." He stated shortly. Adam opened his mouth to say something along the lines of 'I'm glad you married her, then.', but Kris continued before he could. "I've loved Katy for as long as I can remember. She's been my friend and the light of my life for a long time, and I couldn't imagine my life without her."
Adam wilted a little at the thought. He was well aware of the closeness that the pair shared, but he always liked to think that he possessed a part of the smaller man. That he held a part of his competitor's heart in the same way that Kris captivated his own heart. Hearing him sing Katy's praises could do nothing less than remind him how false this all was.
"But something's been bothering me lately, Adam... like an itch that I can't quite scratch because I can't quite tell where it's coming from." Kris continued, looking down at his hands. "And I think you can help me out with that."
The larger man was quiet for a moment, as if trying to decipher what exactly he'd just been asked to do. "You want me to find the itch?"
"More or less, yes."
"That's a weird way to put it, but I'm always willing to help." Adam said before taking a drink from his own beer. The situation stlll seemed stiff, but he was sure that Kris would dive in without much more of this weirdness.
Kris put his hands on top of the table, knitting his fingers together and avoiding Adam's gaze when he spoke. "When I was performing with Keith... you know, on the finale? He said something... I didn't expect." He explained shortly.
Now Adam was intrigued. "Yeah? What was that?"
"He said--" Kris broke off, looking for the right words. "That the song wasn't exactly true."
It was a simplified way to put it, but Adam understood straightaway. The lyrics to the song had said... No. Not possible. "But he's married to fucking Nicole Kidman! She's enough to turn almost anyone straight!"
Kris motioned for him to keep his voice down. "That's what I said, too." He replied, rubbing his hands across tired eyes-- something that Adam had seen him do a lot of in the past week. "Right after he kissed me."
The groan was audible in the younger man's response, but Adam spoke without thinking. "I would have paid to see that."
When you're gay, you're gay. And when you're Adam Lambert, you're allowed to say whatever the hell you want.
Kris's shoulders began to shake as he laughed, and then he said something that his friend would never have expected. "That's what Katy said too."
Adam's jaw dropped just as Kris looked up, and they looked at each other in silence for a moment before both bursting into loud laughter at the obsurdity of the enire situation. He'd never pinned Katy for being a wife like that. Not that he really minded. "That's the most unexpected thing I've ever heard you say." He told Kris, still laughing. "And you say a lot of things."
It was true, Kris did say a lot of things, many soley for the purpose of catching people off guard. Complimenting Adam's fine ass on top nine week, for example. That was the first time he did it in front of the other idols-- only a few days after Adam confessed to him that he was gay. He just did these... things. Like burying his face in Adam's chest when they hugged, like holding Adam's gaze for just a moment too long. Things that he noticed and that always kind of surprised him. He always talked about how much he 'loved' Adam... everything.
Kris shrugged, looking down at his hands, twisting and untwisting before him, never quite still. "I guess I have. Sorry about all that."
"No, don't be sorry. It made the time on the show a lot more interesting." Adam replied with a shrug. The atmosphere had lost a lot of it's electricity now, and both he and Kris were visibly more relaxed. The older man took another long pull of his beer (he never cared much for the stuff... he was a vodka man himself), before asking the one question that Kris expected him to. "So... he a good kisser?"
The younger man let out a groan, hiding his face in his hands, and Adam laughed, watching his ears turn red. "Yes... No... I don't know."
Adam brought his face as close as he could to Kris's, singing under his breath to his roommate. "I wanna kiss a boy, I wanna hold him tight, and maybe make a little magic in the moonlight."
Kris's shoulders began to shake again, his laughter the sign that as strange as this conversation was, he was good with it. "It was weird. Different."
"Did you like it?" Adam had always thought that Kris had big puppy-dog eyes, and when they looked up at him, he fought back a smile. Kris bit his lip before answering. "That's why I wanted to go to dinner with you tonight." He confessed, still smiling that natural grin that drove Adam crazy.
"So you did? That's a yes?"
Kris's blush continued down his neck. "Yeah."
"And Katy was okay with it, right?"
Kris gave him a look that said 'Katy's okay with pretty much everything'. Adam laughed.
"So what's the big deal?" Kris leaned across the table, chewing on his lower lip, before beckoning for Adam to lean in too. A long pause. Adam could taste Kris's breath on the air, like beer and southern charm. He watched the younger man lick his lips before speaking. "He wasn't the one I wanted to kiss."
Kris's words were whispered but unmistakable, and Adam drew back, smiling. He knew Kris well enough to figure the whole thing out. "You little tease."
His companion blushed again. "I... I wasn't even sure you'd get it. I couldn't think of any great way to tell you. I guess this was pretty lame."
Adam grabbed his hand from across the table, giving it a squeeze. "You know what, Allen? I loved it."
"Really?"
"Who wouldn't?" They were both silent for a minute before Adam let out a hissed "I can't believe you kissed Keith Urban!"
Kris laughed again, his eyes closing and his nose crinkling up in that way that Adam can't help but love. "Me either."
"You promise it'll be me next time?" Adam's voice was soft but insistant, and he knew it. It was time to make sure about this entire thing. There had been too much dancing around one another in the last two months, too much of all of this.
Nodding, Kris agreed. Adam considered for a moment. "This is what you want, then?"
Kris nodded again. "I think it is."
The grin that spread across Adam's face was wider than he thought it would be, but he didn't care anymore. "You don't know how glad I am to hear you say that."