Fic: Carve Your Name Into My Heart (American Idol)
Title: Carve Your Name Into My Heart
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. The boys own themselves, and each other.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: American Idol
Prompt: #149 - Triskele (picture) at tamingthemuse
Warnings: Slash (m/m pairing)
Pairings/Characters: Kris/Adam, OMC
Summary: When Adam asks silently if this was it Kris had answered back yes, it was. He then showed him he meant it.
Author’s Note: Prompt is used for inspiration for the whole tattoo thing. Fic beta’d by ilytheira, inspired by an IM conversation with blue_icy_rose once again lol.
Kris closed his eyes, lips parted softly as he breathed, trying to focus on that and not the relentless burn of his skin. He wet his lips, his tongue sliding over the skin and his teeth biting into the tender flesh as the burn slid around his wrist over paper thin skin, digging in as the ink bled in.
He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly at the bright light, and turned to look at Adam, who sat on his other side, fingers intertwined with the hand that wasn’t getting burned to hell by a needle. His eyes were focused on Kris’s face and he offered a smile as he noticed the younger man looking at him. Kris tried to return it, his a little pained, and he slipped his fingers free to run them across the marked skin of Adam’s wrist.
“You’re going to have one just like it soon,” Adam told him softly, not trying to hide his words from the tattoo artist but saying them for Kris’s ears only, creating a sense of intimacy between them that was always there, had been since the beginning.
Kris groaned as the pain on his wrist sharpened and spiraled and his fingers tightened around Adam’s wrist as he let his eyes close again muttering, “Why did I let you talk me into this?”
“Well, it was your idea, honey.” Adam drawled, amusement in his voice. Kris’s eyes were pulled to look at him again as he felt Adam curve his body closer, close enough that he could feel the heat and comfort that came with being near Adam.
“No,” Kris argued back a smile on his lips as he focused on Adam and not the burn, “I just told you I used to think about getting a tattoo, you’re the one that kidnapped me.”
“Guess you’ve caught on to my wicked ways Kristopher,” Adam grinned leaning in close his breath hot against Kris’s ear. “I wanted to mark you then take you back to my lair to have my wicked way with you.”
Kris couldn’t hold it back, he laughed the sound bubbling up from inside and spilling over as he tried to stay still, not needing to look to know the tattoo artist was aiming a glare in his direction. He didn’t dare push the guy too far; Adam had gotten him to open up his shop at 4am after Kris had casually mentioned a tattoo while they had been in bed.
Somehow, Kris saying he had thought of it once while pressed bare skin to bare skin with Adam had resulted in him being pulled out of the bed, pushed into some clothes and into a chair as some bleary eyes guy focused on replicating the tattoo Adam had on his own wrist.
Kris’s fingers went back to tracing the tattoo on Adam’s wrist, exploring skin that had often been pressed up to his lips as he had tried to see if he could taste the ink, but all he could taste was Adam, all around him, all the time.
The pain was worth it, the burn, the way his entire body vibrated in a way that had nothing to do with the way Adam was staring at him, everything to do with the shock to his system from willingly letting someone take a needle to his skin and dig it in with ink.
Adam had taken him here but he had been the one to willingly sit down in the chair and offer his wrist, he had offered it to Adam. It was corny getting a tattoo to match his boyfriend, but after everything they had gone through, Kris didn’t think anything could ever tear them apart. This tattoo would be just as permanent as slipping a ring on his finger, just not with all the insanity that would come if they did it. Because it wasn’t about their fans, or their friends, it wasn’t even about their family. This was about them.
Even if something happened, something horrible that Kris didn’t like to think about, he would want the tattoo. It was a way to visibly show the way Adam had marked him, the effect he had had on his life, how deep he had sunk into Kris’s skin.
It was only appropriate that there was a permanent mark of that.
Kris felt the last swipe of his skin as he saw the way Adam watched the other man move away and a smile touched his lips as he turned to see the symbol on his wrist, the one that mirrored Adam’s own perfectly. Adam paid the guy because it was his idea in the first place and the man gave them some privacy after he had bandaged the new mark.
It was enough that Adam pulled Kris into the circle of his arms his hand trailing lightly across Kris’s wrapped wrist and his breath hot on his neck as he bit lightly at the skin.
Kris laughed softly letting his body sink into Adam’s and his head fit into Adam’s chest where he often fit. He breathed in deeply no longer feeling any pain as Adam surrounded him his heart beating against his own.
This thing with Adam, despite having had to weather the storm of Kris’s divorce and the accusations that flew at them for months was stronger than it had ever been, it was permanent, a forever kind of deal, and they had both proved it when Adam had asked and Kris had said yes.
Kris knew that, he knew when Adam had pulled him from the bed that he was testing him, seeing once again how far Kris was willing to go when he had proven time and time again that he would keep surprising Adam by not going back. He had divorced his wife when Adam had asked him to not go back and forth between them, he had admitted to the world that he loved Adam when Adam had asked him to say what he felt was right, he had let Adam place a mark on his skin that he would never let fade when Adam had asked him silently if this was it.
The answer was yes, it had always been yes.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. The boys own themselves, and each other.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: American Idol
Prompt: #149 - Triskele (picture) at tamingthemuse
Warnings: Slash (m/m pairing)
Pairings/Characters: Kris/Adam, OMC
Summary: When Adam asks silently if this was it Kris had answered back yes, it was. He then showed him he meant it.
Author’s Note: Prompt is used for inspiration for the whole tattoo thing. Fic beta’d by ilytheira, inspired by an IM conversation with blue_icy_rose once again lol.
Kris closed his eyes, lips parted softly as he breathed, trying to focus on that and not the relentless burn of his skin. He wet his lips, his tongue sliding over the skin and his teeth biting into the tender flesh as the burn slid around his wrist over paper thin skin, digging in as the ink bled in.
He opened his eyes, blinking rapidly at the bright light, and turned to look at Adam, who sat on his other side, fingers intertwined with the hand that wasn’t getting burned to hell by a needle. His eyes were focused on Kris’s face and he offered a smile as he noticed the younger man looking at him. Kris tried to return it, his a little pained, and he slipped his fingers free to run them across the marked skin of Adam’s wrist.
“You’re going to have one just like it soon,” Adam told him softly, not trying to hide his words from the tattoo artist but saying them for Kris’s ears only, creating a sense of intimacy between them that was always there, had been since the beginning.
Kris groaned as the pain on his wrist sharpened and spiraled and his fingers tightened around Adam’s wrist as he let his eyes close again muttering, “Why did I let you talk me into this?”
“Well, it was your idea, honey.” Adam drawled, amusement in his voice. Kris’s eyes were pulled to look at him again as he felt Adam curve his body closer, close enough that he could feel the heat and comfort that came with being near Adam.
“No,” Kris argued back a smile on his lips as he focused on Adam and not the burn, “I just told you I used to think about getting a tattoo, you’re the one that kidnapped me.”
“Guess you’ve caught on to my wicked ways Kristopher,” Adam grinned leaning in close his breath hot against Kris’s ear. “I wanted to mark you then take you back to my lair to have my wicked way with you.”
Kris couldn’t hold it back, he laughed the sound bubbling up from inside and spilling over as he tried to stay still, not needing to look to know the tattoo artist was aiming a glare in his direction. He didn’t dare push the guy too far; Adam had gotten him to open up his shop at 4am after Kris had casually mentioned a tattoo while they had been in bed.
Somehow, Kris saying he had thought of it once while pressed bare skin to bare skin with Adam had resulted in him being pulled out of the bed, pushed into some clothes and into a chair as some bleary eyes guy focused on replicating the tattoo Adam had on his own wrist.
Kris’s fingers went back to tracing the tattoo on Adam’s wrist, exploring skin that had often been pressed up to his lips as he had tried to see if he could taste the ink, but all he could taste was Adam, all around him, all the time.
The pain was worth it, the burn, the way his entire body vibrated in a way that had nothing to do with the way Adam was staring at him, everything to do with the shock to his system from willingly letting someone take a needle to his skin and dig it in with ink.
Adam had taken him here but he had been the one to willingly sit down in the chair and offer his wrist, he had offered it to Adam. It was corny getting a tattoo to match his boyfriend, but after everything they had gone through, Kris didn’t think anything could ever tear them apart. This tattoo would be just as permanent as slipping a ring on his finger, just not with all the insanity that would come if they did it. Because it wasn’t about their fans, or their friends, it wasn’t even about their family. This was about them.
Even if something happened, something horrible that Kris didn’t like to think about, he would want the tattoo. It was a way to visibly show the way Adam had marked him, the effect he had had on his life, how deep he had sunk into Kris’s skin.
It was only appropriate that there was a permanent mark of that.
Kris felt the last swipe of his skin as he saw the way Adam watched the other man move away and a smile touched his lips as he turned to see the symbol on his wrist, the one that mirrored Adam’s own perfectly. Adam paid the guy because it was his idea in the first place and the man gave them some privacy after he had bandaged the new mark.
It was enough that Adam pulled Kris into the circle of his arms his hand trailing lightly across Kris’s wrapped wrist and his breath hot on his neck as he bit lightly at the skin.
Kris laughed softly letting his body sink into Adam’s and his head fit into Adam’s chest where he often fit. He breathed in deeply no longer feeling any pain as Adam surrounded him his heart beating against his own.
This thing with Adam, despite having had to weather the storm of Kris’s divorce and the accusations that flew at them for months was stronger than it had ever been, it was permanent, a forever kind of deal, and they had both proved it when Adam had asked and Kris had said yes.
Kris knew that, he knew when Adam had pulled him from the bed that he was testing him, seeing once again how far Kris was willing to go when he had proven time and time again that he would keep surprising Adam by not going back. He had divorced his wife when Adam had asked him to not go back and forth between them, he had admitted to the world that he loved Adam when Adam had asked him to say what he felt was right, he had let Adam place a mark on his skin that he would never let fade when Adam had asked him silently if this was it.
The answer was yes, it had always been yes.