It Came From the Lake - Part 1/2
title: It Came From the Lake - Part 1/2
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Adam is used to being lusted after by his fans but what about being lusted after by something that lives at the bottom of a deserted lake.
Disclaimer: I do not own the people involved
Warning/Note: supernatural sex within a dream, attempted drowning
Only posted in two parts to create suspense.
PART ONE
The final American Idol concert performance was now history and real life was beckoning. Adam and Kris had debut albums to finish but what they needed above anything else was a break. Before heading off into their new adventures, the two pals decided to take a few days and get away from the bustle, the reporters, the screaming, the insane schedule, basically everything that had consumed their lives for nearly this last year. They decided to go someplace together where they could rest and say a proper goodbye to this chapter of their friendship. After letting Katy, Drake and 19E know of their plans, they set out to find someplace isolated, quiet and media free.
Kris made discreet inquires with some of the arena staff and someone suggested a small cabin on a quiet lake deep in the mountains of New Hampshire, about a three hour drive north. No one owned it, his informant claimed, so there was no one to contact - all they had to do was go. Kris asked if there was a chance it might be occupied when they got there. The guy smirked and said ‘No chance - nobody goes to Siren Lake anymore.’
Kris talked it over with Adam and since they didn’t have much time to waste, they decided to go. Kris took down directions, Adam rented a car and at the crack of dawn, they were on their way.
With one backpack each - Adam took a lot of convincing he didn’t need all of his suitcases - they hit the road. They would pick up food and supplies on the way. Adam thought it was a good idea to “borrow” the pillows and blankets from the bus; he did leave cash on his bunk though.
Within half an hour Manchester was far behind them and rolling mountains and a curtain of trees cut them off from civilization. They drove in silence, relishing it.
Kris and Adam had been told there was a small general store an hour away from the cabin. The shopkeeper and his sole customer watched the strangers load up on bottled water, hot dogs, chips and camping supplies.
Adam dumped everything how the counter. “Good morning!”
“Morning son. Is there anything else I get you two?”
“I think we’re good. We’re only staying around here for a few days.”
“Where ya off to?” the shopkeeper asked politely, ringing through their items.
“Lake Siren.”
By now, Kris had joined Adam at the counter, having decided they needed the fixins for s’mores as well. The shopkeeper froze, looked them over suspiciously, and then continued.
“Why would you be going there? Nobody goes to Siren Lake anymore?”
“Exactly,” Kris replied.
The shopkeeper collected the money and bagged their items in silence. The boys thanked him and headed for the car.
“Are you paranormal guys?” the lone customer asked.
Kris and Adam looked at each other. Kris snorted, looking at Adam. “Well, you’ve never been normal.”
Adam smirked. “You’re so straight laced, you could be normal enough for both of us.” The boys laughed, and the shopkeeper and customer joined it, though they didn’t get the joke.
“Thanks again,” Adam called out as they left.
“What a shame; they seemed like nice kids,” the customer mused, shaking his head sadly.
-*-
They had to take a side road off the main highway and drive another mile before they reached the cabin. Stepping out of the car, Kris closed his eyes and took in a deep breathe. It smelled like Arkansas - clean and fresh. Adam gazed around warily. He was a city boy, used to being surrounded by buildings and concrete and though he liked nature, something wasn’t sitting right with him. The only sign of civilization was a cabin that must have been 100 years old. There were no other cabins or docks or signs of two- legged life anywhere and the road seemed to be the only thing that penetrated the wall of greenery.
“Isn’t this great?” Kris started pulling the supplies from the car.
“It’s so, so, away from everything,” Adam muttered, wrapping his arms around himself, feeling a chill despite the 80 degree heat.
“That’s what we wanted, right?”
“I guess.”
“Great, now get your lazy ass in gear and grab your stuff.”
When the guys reached the cabin, Adam amended his first assessment - the cabin didn’t look 100 years old - it looked 200 years old. The building was held together by dust and a few rusty nails. There were three small rooms, no electricity, no running water and after looking around inside, he came to the horrible realization - no indoor bathroom. It was official - he was in hell.
Adam looked to Kris who had a smirk on his face. “I, I mean we, can’t stay here - it’s, it’s….”
“…only for two days. After that you can return to the modern world. Chill out Lambert.”
-*-
They spent the rest of the day cleaning the place up and collecting wood for the night’s campfire by the lake. Reluctantly Adam agreed to venture into the scary woods for fire wood rather than clean the outhouse. Kris didn’t mind - said it reminded of him of camping as a kid. If that’s what turned Kris’ crank, more power to him.
Adam felt like Dr. Livingstone venturing into the jungles of Africa. He wished he’d had a machete to cut through the dense bush. He wanted to stay in view of the cabin but he couldn’t find any fallen branches within the edge of the forest. Praying he wouldn’t get lost, Adam ventured farther in until he came to a clearing littered with tinder.
With the sun nearly blocked out by the dense canopy above him, the clearing was dappled in grotesque shadows. Strange noises penetrated Adam’s brain, eerily calling his name - or so he imagined. A cold breeze, a chilling whiff, blew across the back of his neck, sending shivers through his body. He bent over, scooping up the branches and felt a brush against his inner thigh. Adam jerked upright, eyes frantically searching the clearing. Nothing stirred. Nonetheless, he quickly finished his job and ran back to the cabin and Kris.
When the sun set, it got black - not dark - black. The night was clear and Adam couldn’t remember seeing so many stars in the sky - except during his “Starlight” number. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t too bad here. The campfire crackled and its light danced on the still water. The aroma of roasting turkey hot dogs wafted on the air and the only other sounds were their talking and laughing. They were going to miss hanging out together and just being.
After the hot dogs, s’mores and a beer or two, Kris grabbed the flashlight and headed back to the car, vanishing into the night. When he returned, Adam shook his head. “I should have known. You don’t go anywhere without it.”
Kris plunked down next to Adam and checked the tuning on his precious guitar. “You didn’t want to completely leave music behind, did you?”
“How come you could bring that and I couldn’t bring my iPod?”
Kris looked hurt. “How can you compare a little piece of circuitry with a classic instrument, a piece of handcrafted perfection?”
“Alright already.”
Kris and Adam harmonized a few campfire favorites before moving into some modern acoustic renditions from this century. Their mingled voices carried on the night breeze, echoing off the trees and dancing on the lake waters. Adam shivered again but this time so did Kris so he didn’t feel concerned. He did, however, feel like he was being watched, like eyes were tracing every line of his body before boring into his soul. Adam picked at his nail polish, nearly chewing his bottom lip to shreds. He wished Kris didn’t know the guitar chords for every song known to mankind.
The full moon traveled across the sky and eventually they had to call it a night. Kris started cleaning up their dinner mess and Adam went for water to dose the flames.
“AAAAddddaaaammm”
Adam turned towards Kris. “Yeah?”
“What?”
“Didn’t you call me?”
“Nope.”
Adam shrugged and filled the bucket.
“AAAAddddaaaammmm - AAAAddddaaaammm”
“What?” he yelled again.
“I didn’t say anything. Man, that screaming of yours has finally ruined your hearing. Hurry up with that water, will ya; I’m dead on my feet.”
Adam climbed back up the bank. The water on the lake stirred.
-*-
The cabin had one ‘living room’ space and two ‘bedrooms’. Kris and Adam were a little leery about sleeping on those ancient mattresses but after covering them with the blankets Adam purloined from the bus, they decided it would be more comfortable than the floor. Kris was out like a light, as usual, and Adam tossed and turned in the uneasy silence of the place before falling into a deep sleep….
…his bangs brushed off his face… fingers ran through his hair, settling around his neck, caressing…his neck arched and cold lips kissed his throat, his jaw, eliciting a catch in his breathe…his mouth filled with a plundering tongue, sucking the air out of his lungs… tremors coursed through his body…pressure settled on his shoulders, holding him down…a weight settled on top of his fluttering stomach…sensations moved down his arms to his waist… his t-shirt gathered at his neck…his nipples were lapped hungrily …he whimpered, icy lips worshipped his hot flesh…
The dreams faded and Adam’s breathing calmed. He tossed and turned, eventually landing on his stomach…
…water trickled down his spine, fanning out over his backside… Adam gasped, back curling… tightness gripped him between the legs… a weight pinned him to the mattress once more…the touching intensified…he cried out in ecstasy…waves of burning ice filled him, over and over and over again…moaning filled the room…
“Boy, you must really miss Drake.”
Kris was stood in the doorway of Adam’s room, flashlight blinding. Adam jerked to his feet, and then fell back onto the mattress, his body throbbing and vision swimming.
“What…?” Adam asked his voice rough and shaky.
“You tell me. Sounded like an orgy going on in here.” Kris laughed and went back to his own bed. “Drake’s gonna be one happy fellow…”
Adam looked around the dark room, struggling to breathe as if he’d risen from the bottom of the ocean. He was alone. The room smelled of stagnant water. He smelled of the lake.
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: R
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Adam is used to being lusted after by his fans but what about being lusted after by something that lives at the bottom of a deserted lake.
Disclaimer: I do not own the people involved
Warning/Note: supernatural sex within a dream, attempted drowning
Only posted in two parts to create suspense.
PART ONE
The final American Idol concert performance was now history and real life was beckoning. Adam and Kris had debut albums to finish but what they needed above anything else was a break. Before heading off into their new adventures, the two pals decided to take a few days and get away from the bustle, the reporters, the screaming, the insane schedule, basically everything that had consumed their lives for nearly this last year. They decided to go someplace together where they could rest and say a proper goodbye to this chapter of their friendship. After letting Katy, Drake and 19E know of their plans, they set out to find someplace isolated, quiet and media free.
Kris made discreet inquires with some of the arena staff and someone suggested a small cabin on a quiet lake deep in the mountains of New Hampshire, about a three hour drive north. No one owned it, his informant claimed, so there was no one to contact - all they had to do was go. Kris asked if there was a chance it might be occupied when they got there. The guy smirked and said ‘No chance - nobody goes to Siren Lake anymore.’
Kris talked it over with Adam and since they didn’t have much time to waste, they decided to go. Kris took down directions, Adam rented a car and at the crack of dawn, they were on their way.
With one backpack each - Adam took a lot of convincing he didn’t need all of his suitcases - they hit the road. They would pick up food and supplies on the way. Adam thought it was a good idea to “borrow” the pillows and blankets from the bus; he did leave cash on his bunk though.
Within half an hour Manchester was far behind them and rolling mountains and a curtain of trees cut them off from civilization. They drove in silence, relishing it.
Kris and Adam had been told there was a small general store an hour away from the cabin. The shopkeeper and his sole customer watched the strangers load up on bottled water, hot dogs, chips and camping supplies.
Adam dumped everything how the counter. “Good morning!”
“Morning son. Is there anything else I get you two?”
“I think we’re good. We’re only staying around here for a few days.”
“Where ya off to?” the shopkeeper asked politely, ringing through their items.
“Lake Siren.”
By now, Kris had joined Adam at the counter, having decided they needed the fixins for s’mores as well. The shopkeeper froze, looked them over suspiciously, and then continued.
“Why would you be going there? Nobody goes to Siren Lake anymore?”
“Exactly,” Kris replied.
The shopkeeper collected the money and bagged their items in silence. The boys thanked him and headed for the car.
“Are you paranormal guys?” the lone customer asked.
Kris and Adam looked at each other. Kris snorted, looking at Adam. “Well, you’ve never been normal.”
Adam smirked. “You’re so straight laced, you could be normal enough for both of us.” The boys laughed, and the shopkeeper and customer joined it, though they didn’t get the joke.
“Thanks again,” Adam called out as they left.
“What a shame; they seemed like nice kids,” the customer mused, shaking his head sadly.
-*-
They had to take a side road off the main highway and drive another mile before they reached the cabin. Stepping out of the car, Kris closed his eyes and took in a deep breathe. It smelled like Arkansas - clean and fresh. Adam gazed around warily. He was a city boy, used to being surrounded by buildings and concrete and though he liked nature, something wasn’t sitting right with him. The only sign of civilization was a cabin that must have been 100 years old. There were no other cabins or docks or signs of two- legged life anywhere and the road seemed to be the only thing that penetrated the wall of greenery.
“Isn’t this great?” Kris started pulling the supplies from the car.
“It’s so, so, away from everything,” Adam muttered, wrapping his arms around himself, feeling a chill despite the 80 degree heat.
“That’s what we wanted, right?”
“I guess.”
“Great, now get your lazy ass in gear and grab your stuff.”
When the guys reached the cabin, Adam amended his first assessment - the cabin didn’t look 100 years old - it looked 200 years old. The building was held together by dust and a few rusty nails. There were three small rooms, no electricity, no running water and after looking around inside, he came to the horrible realization - no indoor bathroom. It was official - he was in hell.
Adam looked to Kris who had a smirk on his face. “I, I mean we, can’t stay here - it’s, it’s….”
“…only for two days. After that you can return to the modern world. Chill out Lambert.”
-*-
They spent the rest of the day cleaning the place up and collecting wood for the night’s campfire by the lake. Reluctantly Adam agreed to venture into the scary woods for fire wood rather than clean the outhouse. Kris didn’t mind - said it reminded of him of camping as a kid. If that’s what turned Kris’ crank, more power to him.
Adam felt like Dr. Livingstone venturing into the jungles of Africa. He wished he’d had a machete to cut through the dense bush. He wanted to stay in view of the cabin but he couldn’t find any fallen branches within the edge of the forest. Praying he wouldn’t get lost, Adam ventured farther in until he came to a clearing littered with tinder.
With the sun nearly blocked out by the dense canopy above him, the clearing was dappled in grotesque shadows. Strange noises penetrated Adam’s brain, eerily calling his name - or so he imagined. A cold breeze, a chilling whiff, blew across the back of his neck, sending shivers through his body. He bent over, scooping up the branches and felt a brush against his inner thigh. Adam jerked upright, eyes frantically searching the clearing. Nothing stirred. Nonetheless, he quickly finished his job and ran back to the cabin and Kris.
When the sun set, it got black - not dark - black. The night was clear and Adam couldn’t remember seeing so many stars in the sky - except during his “Starlight” number. Okay, so maybe it wasn’t too bad here. The campfire crackled and its light danced on the still water. The aroma of roasting turkey hot dogs wafted on the air and the only other sounds were their talking and laughing. They were going to miss hanging out together and just being.
After the hot dogs, s’mores and a beer or two, Kris grabbed the flashlight and headed back to the car, vanishing into the night. When he returned, Adam shook his head. “I should have known. You don’t go anywhere without it.”
Kris plunked down next to Adam and checked the tuning on his precious guitar. “You didn’t want to completely leave music behind, did you?”
“How come you could bring that and I couldn’t bring my iPod?”
Kris looked hurt. “How can you compare a little piece of circuitry with a classic instrument, a piece of handcrafted perfection?”
“Alright already.”
Kris and Adam harmonized a few campfire favorites before moving into some modern acoustic renditions from this century. Their mingled voices carried on the night breeze, echoing off the trees and dancing on the lake waters. Adam shivered again but this time so did Kris so he didn’t feel concerned. He did, however, feel like he was being watched, like eyes were tracing every line of his body before boring into his soul. Adam picked at his nail polish, nearly chewing his bottom lip to shreds. He wished Kris didn’t know the guitar chords for every song known to mankind.
The full moon traveled across the sky and eventually they had to call it a night. Kris started cleaning up their dinner mess and Adam went for water to dose the flames.
“AAAAddddaaaammm”
Adam turned towards Kris. “Yeah?”
“What?”
“Didn’t you call me?”
“Nope.”
Adam shrugged and filled the bucket.
“AAAAddddaaaammmm - AAAAddddaaaammm”
“What?” he yelled again.
“I didn’t say anything. Man, that screaming of yours has finally ruined your hearing. Hurry up with that water, will ya; I’m dead on my feet.”
Adam climbed back up the bank. The water on the lake stirred.
-*-
The cabin had one ‘living room’ space and two ‘bedrooms’. Kris and Adam were a little leery about sleeping on those ancient mattresses but after covering them with the blankets Adam purloined from the bus, they decided it would be more comfortable than the floor. Kris was out like a light, as usual, and Adam tossed and turned in the uneasy silence of the place before falling into a deep sleep….
…his bangs brushed off his face… fingers ran through his hair, settling around his neck, caressing…his neck arched and cold lips kissed his throat, his jaw, eliciting a catch in his breathe…his mouth filled with a plundering tongue, sucking the air out of his lungs… tremors coursed through his body…pressure settled on his shoulders, holding him down…a weight settled on top of his fluttering stomach…sensations moved down his arms to his waist… his t-shirt gathered at his neck…his nipples were lapped hungrily …he whimpered, icy lips worshipped his hot flesh…
The dreams faded and Adam’s breathing calmed. He tossed and turned, eventually landing on his stomach…
…water trickled down his spine, fanning out over his backside… Adam gasped, back curling… tightness gripped him between the legs… a weight pinned him to the mattress once more…the touching intensified…he cried out in ecstasy…waves of burning ice filled him, over and over and over again…moaning filled the room…
“Boy, you must really miss Drake.”
Kris was stood in the doorway of Adam’s room, flashlight blinding. Adam jerked to his feet, and then fell back onto the mattress, his body throbbing and vision swimming.
“What…?” Adam asked his voice rough and shaky.
“You tell me. Sounded like an orgy going on in here.” Kris laughed and went back to his own bed. “Drake’s gonna be one happy fellow…”
Adam looked around the dark room, struggling to breathe as if he’d risen from the bottom of the ocean. He was alone. The room smelled of stagnant water. He smelled of the lake.