[AI] Next Time (Won't You Sing With Me?) {N and O}
Title: Next Time (Won't You Sing With Me?) {N and O}
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Kris, Kris/Katy (angstily)
Wordcount: ~3000
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Everyone mentioned belongs only to themselves, and none of this ever happened. Except the bits they showed on TV.
Summary/Notes: Original author's note, and first nine letters, are here. K through M are here.
Only two today - sorry! Both of these were pretty draining to write, for...entirely different reasons. ALSO, this is as close to writing mean!Katy as I'll ever get, I'm pretty sure. ::huggles Katy:: I'm sorrrryyyyy!
N is for New
Kris pushes his water glass around with a nervous hand. He kind of wishes he'd ordered a beer but the last thing he wants is to do this drunk.
Katy has no such reservations, and downs half her IPA in one gulp. He resists the urge to grin at her adorable foam mustache. She daintily wipes it off and he can see her resisting the joking glare that would have come if he hadn't resisted the grin and -
This was going to be really hard.
He swallows and tries to figure out where to begin.
"Which song was it?" She asks, and he stares at her.
"What?"
Her expression is more closed to him than he's ever seen it. She looks...sad and determined and angry and he kind of wants to punch whoever made her look like that, except that it's just not satisfying to punch yourself in the face. So he settles for feeling even more guilty.
"Which song?" She says again. "When you realized that there, there was a guy that got it, that understood music, that understood the part of your heart that I could never truly see into? Which song, Kris? I have a betting pool with myself, and I hate to lose a dollar."
She's joking, and she's not, and her voice is so hard. He clenches his fist around his napkin. "Katy, I - "
"Answer me."
He takes a sip of his water, still staring at her. She takes a sip of her beer. Both their hands are shaking. "Mad World." He says, finally. "You remember - the week after that, I chose Falling Slowly? I think subconsciously - " He trails off. "Or semi-consciously, I guess. That was to him."
Katy purses her lips. "So early!" She says, sounding impressed. "And when did you start to want him?"
Kris gapes at her. "Katy!"
"Your public wants to know, Kris Allen." She says, and her eyes are wet and bright and her hands are shaking around her beer and suddenly he recognizes the look in her eyes - betrayal.
He swallows. She shakes her head at him, lips twisting. "Were you even - Was I going to find out in the fucking tabloids, Kris? You could at least have let me know when you first fucked him, it would have been in line with your fucking southern gentleman charade."
Kris blinks at her. "Katy, we haven't - we first kissed last night, and I only waited until today because I won and I couldn't get away from the paparazzi - "
"Bullshit." She hisses, eyes slitted. "I've seen the way he looks at you, and the way you look back, oh yeah, I've seen it in thousands of pictures and fanvideos and interviews and I thought - but no, my Kris wouldn't do that to me, he would tell me to my fucking face if anything were going on, they're just friends, and Adam's a nice guy, and then you waited and you waited and you want to tell me now, depriving me even of the chance to ride, deluded, on your fucking coattails?"
There are so many things that Kris could say to that, so many ways in which she's wrong, but the only thing that comes out, that bubbles up small out from under all the shock and guilt, is "We are friends."
And Katy stares at him. And stares at him. Finally she clenches her jaw and says, "I know, Kris." She looks quickly down her lap, at her hands twisted in her napkin, and then meets his eyes again. "I know. And I'm trying really, really hard right now to understand why that matters more than the fact that so are we."
Kris sighs sharply. "It doesn't. I - I can't -" He leans over the table, brushing her hair out of her face. "I don't want to lose you, Katy. Not - we can't be - "
She shivers away from his touch, not looking at him. "Kris," She says, carefully, "I'm going to go back to my hotel now. Call me when you know what you want, and when you're ready to tell me everything." She raises her eyes. "And I mean everything. I think...I think I deserve that much."
She stands, and lays the napkin on the table. She looks at him, and he can see the words bubbling up in her throat, can see the tears, but she just closes her mouth and turns away, her clicking heels driving the nails into the coffin of the only future he's ever really thought he could have.
Until now.
He watches her leave, and takes a long gulp of his water. His heart is on fire, he's pretty sure, and the water tastes cool and delicious against a throat suddenly painfully sore. He hasn't cried in a long time, and he feels the tears beat against the insides of his ribs.
Katy's wrong, though. He does know what he wants.
Adam picks up on the first ring. "Hey." He says, simply, and lets Kris speak.
Kris' throat works a moment, and then he says, "Hey. Um, I'm supposed to call her later, once..." Once she's not angry? Once she purchases a fine set of knives? He gulps back a mad giggle. "...Once I'm ready to tell her everything, in her words."
"You still at the restaurant?" Adam asks, voice quick and concerned.
Kris fiddles uselessly with his napkin. "Yeah."
"I'll be right there," Adam says, and hangs up.
Kris clutches his phone like it's Adam's hand - like it's Katy's - and watches the ice melt in his glass.
He looks up as Adam slides into the chair opposite him, reaches blindly out for his warmth. Adam catches his hands and pulls him upright, throws a hundred dollar bill on the table, and drags him out of the restaurant. He shakes Kris's arms off of him, walking a pace or two in front, and Kris feels so distant, empty. "Adam, why - "
Adam gives him a look as he unlocks his car. "We're in public, Kris. And they might have given up on you through some supernatural luck but I'm still their fucking poster-child." His eyes are sympathetic, but there are circles under them that Kris has never seen. His hands twitch on his keys as Kris sways in mirrored exhaustion and his voice is gentle as he says, "The last thing we want is for this to come out in tabloids."
Kris chokes back a laugh - Was I going to find out in the fucking tabloids, Kris? - and finally starts to cry, silently. He slumps into Adam's passenger seat, shaking, and Adam curses, fumbling his keys, and slides in across from him. He pulls Kris' head to his shoulder across the gearshift, cradling his neck gently and making soothing noises. Kris shakes against him. He's crying out his sorrow, yes, and his confusion and his anger that she could think that of him, her, his best friend - but he's also crying out all the hopes he'd had, all the dreams he's dreamed, all the plans he's planned. He gathers up the little dusty scraps of fantasy, long-forgotten pieces (a nursery painted yellow because blue and pink were far too sexist, they'd laughed. a whole new room on the house for all the books Katy has about vintage shoes - stacks and stacks of them in the basement. the comments his crazy great aunt had made - "You'll make a child with laughing eyes," she'd said, before she'd slipped away into a slow sweet death like sunset) and he lets them go, lets them drip down his face in hot salt, lets them soak into Adam's -
Shit, into Adam's beautiful new leather coat. Kris laughs, watery, and pulls back, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, your jacket - "
"Fuck my jacket, Kristopher Allen," Adam says hotly, and somehow it's the funniest thing Kris has ever heard. He throws his head back against the headrest and laughs and laughs and laughs, Adam staring at him like he's gone mad.
Kris wrinkles his nose in-between chuckles. "No thanks." He says, as Adam finally starts the car, shaking his head.
"Crazy." Adam mutters, and Kris bites his lip. He threads his fingers through Adam's where they lie on the gearshift and stares out at the city lights, letting himself dream of a future that's all new.
O is for Okay
"I told you the truth."
It's the first thing he says. It's the most important, so he figures he should get it out there early.
Adam is sitting opposite him, on his bed. They have to be moved out by today, but "today" has barely started, the sun just creeping up over the towers of glass and steel, and they're pretty much packed, anyway. Adam's tried to leave already, tried to give Kris some privacy, but Kris had hooked a hand through his belt loop and just clung until Adam had rolled his eyes and given up.
"What?" Katy says, in his ear.
"I told you the truth." He says again. "About Adam and I. I told you about the kiss only about twelve hours after it happened, and we hadn't done anything before that."
Katy sighs, once. "Kris - "
Kris ignores her. She wanted everything, and here it was. "But you were right." He keeps his eyes on Adam, who's lying back on his headboard, one earbud in, his eyes closed. Kris takes a deep breath. "I should have told you, when I first fell in love with him."
Adam's eyes pop open. Kris smirks at him with a confidence he doesn't quite feel, his hands shaky. "It took me a long time, though." He says. "To figure it out. I thought, at first, that he was just my best friend." Adam's watching him, now, almost wary, his eyes so vivid blue that Kris wants to bottle them and sell it as a paint called Surprise. "I thought maybe I was missing you too much, and he was around the most and he was beautiful, and that's why I wanted him."
Katy is silent, on the other end of the line. Kris looks down at his lap, picking at the torn knee of his jeans. "But I started missing you less, and wanting him more, and it wasn't...it wasn't just because he was beautiful. It wasn't just because of what you said - that he gets it, that part of me that's nothing but music. It's...it's him, Katy." He's terrified, now, almost more of looking at Adam than Katy's reaction on the other end of the phone. "It's his voice and his smile and the way his eyes dance when he laughs. It's his passion and his cunning little smirk and the strategy behind his grace, it's his fucking heart, because Katy - I told you the truth."
She's crying - he can hear it, though she's being polite about it, little wet, rasping breaths away from the mouthpiece. "We never did anything until that kiss, because Adam wouldn't. He wouldn't because he likes you and he respects you and he's the most selfless person I've ever met. He's...I think he's loved me for a long time, Katy, and I've been putting him through hell, and I just can't anymore."
There's a startled sort of breath from the other bed but Kris can't look up, not yet.
Katy sniffs, and he can hear her switch the phone to her other hand as she mops her face. "So now it's my turn." She says, but she's not angry, she's just...she sounds tired, and resigned, and so sad.
"I'm sorry." He says, and then, "Are you going to stab me, when I come back to Arkansas?"
She chuckles a little. "No." She pauses. "Far too messy. Poison's easier."
He smiles, still staring at his knees. "True. No one ever expects the wife with the casserole."
He hears her smile, and then sober. "Kris...thank you. I...I asked for everything, and I think...I think I understand better, now. And if I'm reading your voice right, you hadn't told Adam any of that before now?"
Kris swallows, eyes shifting. "Uh, yeah."
Katy sighs. "Oh, honey. Get the hell off the phone." She hangs up as he blinks, and looks at his phone. "What - "
And then he's being tackled by 200 pounds of Adam, and he thinks, Oh. He ends up flat on his back with Adam on top of him, their legs tangled together.
Adam's pressing kisses to his hair, to his cheeks, to anything he can reach, his hands shaking and fluttering all over Kris' torso. He's making strangled sorts of noises that are almost words, "how are - you - l -" but then he gives up, frustrated, and just goes back to kissing him.
Kris laughs, all of his nerves draining, and catches Adam's face in his hands, stilling him for a moment. He smooths a hand across Adam's brow, and then leans up and captures his mouth, slow and sweet. Adam's hands come up and bury themselves in Kris' hair and it feels wonderful. It feels real. It feels right.
Adam pulls back after a moment, his eyes brimming with emotion. "Jesus fucking Christ." He says, reverent, and Kris remembers the day before he left, remembers the frustration in those words, before. Remembers Adam's tense back, his own confusion.
He bites his lip. "I'm sorry, Adam. I - "
Adam stops him with a finger to his lips. "Don't even." He says. "After what you just said? Baby, all is forgiven, a thousand times over. Besides." He smooths his other hand down Kris' face, trailing fingers along his jaw, down the long curve of his neck. "It was worth it."
Kris shivers, and his lips part a little. Adam's eyes catch his, and he seems to freeze as Kris, ever so gently, pulls the tip of his finger into his mouth. He parts his teeth and curls his tongue around it, sucking just a little, blushing at how ridiculous he feels but Adam fucking whimpers and Kris grins wide with Adam's finger caught between his teeth.
"God." Adam breathes. "God, worth anything." And then he's sliding his hand away and up under Kris' shirt and he circles Kris' nipple with a finger cold with his own spit and Kris arches into him, his startled gasp cut off by Adam's open mouth. Adam kisses his way down Kris' neck and over to his ear. "Let me show you." He says, tweaking Kris' nipple, and Kris' back rises off the bed as he cries out. "You've got all the words, baby," he continues, his other hand dancing lightly across the strip of skin above Kris' belt, "all I have..." He takes Kris' earlobe into his mouth, speaking around it in a rush of hot breath and flicking tongue, "are clever lips."
"Adam," Kris moans, twisting his hips against Adam's solid weight, "please."
And Adam pulls back to look at him and Kris meets his eyes and thinks, forget fucking 'Surprise' I want to paint everything I own in 'Desire' and then Adam's undoing his buttons and sucking his way down his chest and all he can think is ohgodpleasemore.
"Clever lips" is a bit of an understatement, really. Kris buries his hands in Adam's hair as Adam pulls his jeans tantalizingly down his legs. He kisses the insides of Kris' thighs, the hollows of his hips, the strip right below his navel. He flicks his tongue at the spot right behind Kris' balls and Kris nearly screams in frustration. "Adam I swear to God if you don't touch me I'll - "
"You'll what?" Adam asks, head positioned so that his breath ghosts over Kris' cock with every word. "You'll scream? You'll beg?" He runs his nails across Kris' ass, and Kris can fucking see it in his mind, immaculate black polish against his pale skin, crooked fingers just barely pinching and twisting the muscle there. "You'll come just from my lips against your skin?" Adam purrs, and chuckles a deep laugh.
Kris growls and thrusts his hips helplessly into the air. "Adam."
Adam brings his hands around, holding Kris' hips down. "Don't worry, baby." He says, soft. "I've got you."
And he lowers his mouth around Kris, all velvet warmth and suction and Kris is cursing and babbling inanely because he has to do something and Adam's holding down his hips and he runs his hands through Adam's hair and down his cheeks and whatever else he can reach and Adam's tongue curls and flutters at the base of him and he runs his hands over Kris' balls and Kris sees fucking stars.
He draws Adam up with shaking fingers and kisses him, deep and slow, tasting himself and Adam, that incredible, familiar mixture of spice and sweat and makeup and Adam grins against his lips. "Did I mention I love you?" He says, and Kris laughs because there's no room in his heart for anything else.
They fall into a doze, the two of them, tangled together. Kris frowns a little because Adam - Adam deserves to be relieved, too, but he feels as if he's made of jelly, the lightest and freest jelly in the world because he has Adam and he's told Katy and he's just gotten the best blowjob in the world and he promises to himself, once I sleep a bit.
And Adam's arms tightens around him and he opens his eyes to see Adam's face suddenly worried. "I didn't even ask." He says softly. "You and Katy...?"
Kris smiles. "It's okay." He says. "We're...we're going to be okay."
Coming soon - P is for Promise, and beyond.
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Kris, Kris/Katy (angstily)
Wordcount: ~3000
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Everyone mentioned belongs only to themselves, and none of this ever happened. Except the bits they showed on TV.
Summary/Notes: Original author's note, and first nine letters, are here. K through M are here.
Only two today - sorry! Both of these were pretty draining to write, for...entirely different reasons. ALSO, this is as close to writing mean!Katy as I'll ever get, I'm pretty sure. ::huggles Katy:: I'm sorrrryyyyy!
N is for New
Kris pushes his water glass around with a nervous hand. He kind of wishes he'd ordered a beer but the last thing he wants is to do this drunk.
Katy has no such reservations, and downs half her IPA in one gulp. He resists the urge to grin at her adorable foam mustache. She daintily wipes it off and he can see her resisting the joking glare that would have come if he hadn't resisted the grin and -
This was going to be really hard.
He swallows and tries to figure out where to begin.
"Which song was it?" She asks, and he stares at her.
"What?"
Her expression is more closed to him than he's ever seen it. She looks...sad and determined and angry and he kind of wants to punch whoever made her look like that, except that it's just not satisfying to punch yourself in the face. So he settles for feeling even more guilty.
"Which song?" She says again. "When you realized that there, there was a guy that got it, that understood music, that understood the part of your heart that I could never truly see into? Which song, Kris? I have a betting pool with myself, and I hate to lose a dollar."
She's joking, and she's not, and her voice is so hard. He clenches his fist around his napkin. "Katy, I - "
"Answer me."
He takes a sip of his water, still staring at her. She takes a sip of her beer. Both their hands are shaking. "Mad World." He says, finally. "You remember - the week after that, I chose Falling Slowly? I think subconsciously - " He trails off. "Or semi-consciously, I guess. That was to him."
Katy purses her lips. "So early!" She says, sounding impressed. "And when did you start to want him?"
Kris gapes at her. "Katy!"
"Your public wants to know, Kris Allen." She says, and her eyes are wet and bright and her hands are shaking around her beer and suddenly he recognizes the look in her eyes - betrayal.
He swallows. She shakes her head at him, lips twisting. "Were you even - Was I going to find out in the fucking tabloids, Kris? You could at least have let me know when you first fucked him, it would have been in line with your fucking southern gentleman charade."
Kris blinks at her. "Katy, we haven't - we first kissed last night, and I only waited until today because I won and I couldn't get away from the paparazzi - "
"Bullshit." She hisses, eyes slitted. "I've seen the way he looks at you, and the way you look back, oh yeah, I've seen it in thousands of pictures and fanvideos and interviews and I thought - but no, my Kris wouldn't do that to me, he would tell me to my fucking face if anything were going on, they're just friends, and Adam's a nice guy, and then you waited and you waited and you want to tell me now, depriving me even of the chance to ride, deluded, on your fucking coattails?"
There are so many things that Kris could say to that, so many ways in which she's wrong, but the only thing that comes out, that bubbles up small out from under all the shock and guilt, is "We are friends."
And Katy stares at him. And stares at him. Finally she clenches her jaw and says, "I know, Kris." She looks quickly down her lap, at her hands twisted in her napkin, and then meets his eyes again. "I know. And I'm trying really, really hard right now to understand why that matters more than the fact that so are we."
Kris sighs sharply. "It doesn't. I - I can't -" He leans over the table, brushing her hair out of her face. "I don't want to lose you, Katy. Not - we can't be - "
She shivers away from his touch, not looking at him. "Kris," She says, carefully, "I'm going to go back to my hotel now. Call me when you know what you want, and when you're ready to tell me everything." She raises her eyes. "And I mean everything. I think...I think I deserve that much."
She stands, and lays the napkin on the table. She looks at him, and he can see the words bubbling up in her throat, can see the tears, but she just closes her mouth and turns away, her clicking heels driving the nails into the coffin of the only future he's ever really thought he could have.
Until now.
He watches her leave, and takes a long gulp of his water. His heart is on fire, he's pretty sure, and the water tastes cool and delicious against a throat suddenly painfully sore. He hasn't cried in a long time, and he feels the tears beat against the insides of his ribs.
Katy's wrong, though. He does know what he wants.
Adam picks up on the first ring. "Hey." He says, simply, and lets Kris speak.
Kris' throat works a moment, and then he says, "Hey. Um, I'm supposed to call her later, once..." Once she's not angry? Once she purchases a fine set of knives? He gulps back a mad giggle. "...Once I'm ready to tell her everything, in her words."
"You still at the restaurant?" Adam asks, voice quick and concerned.
Kris fiddles uselessly with his napkin. "Yeah."
"I'll be right there," Adam says, and hangs up.
Kris clutches his phone like it's Adam's hand - like it's Katy's - and watches the ice melt in his glass.
He looks up as Adam slides into the chair opposite him, reaches blindly out for his warmth. Adam catches his hands and pulls him upright, throws a hundred dollar bill on the table, and drags him out of the restaurant. He shakes Kris's arms off of him, walking a pace or two in front, and Kris feels so distant, empty. "Adam, why - "
Adam gives him a look as he unlocks his car. "We're in public, Kris. And they might have given up on you through some supernatural luck but I'm still their fucking poster-child." His eyes are sympathetic, but there are circles under them that Kris has never seen. His hands twitch on his keys as Kris sways in mirrored exhaustion and his voice is gentle as he says, "The last thing we want is for this to come out in tabloids."
Kris chokes back a laugh - Was I going to find out in the fucking tabloids, Kris? - and finally starts to cry, silently. He slumps into Adam's passenger seat, shaking, and Adam curses, fumbling his keys, and slides in across from him. He pulls Kris' head to his shoulder across the gearshift, cradling his neck gently and making soothing noises. Kris shakes against him. He's crying out his sorrow, yes, and his confusion and his anger that she could think that of him, her, his best friend - but he's also crying out all the hopes he'd had, all the dreams he's dreamed, all the plans he's planned. He gathers up the little dusty scraps of fantasy, long-forgotten pieces (a nursery painted yellow because blue and pink were far too sexist, they'd laughed. a whole new room on the house for all the books Katy has about vintage shoes - stacks and stacks of them in the basement. the comments his crazy great aunt had made - "You'll make a child with laughing eyes," she'd said, before she'd slipped away into a slow sweet death like sunset) and he lets them go, lets them drip down his face in hot salt, lets them soak into Adam's -
Shit, into Adam's beautiful new leather coat. Kris laughs, watery, and pulls back, wiping his nose on the back of his hand. "I'm sorry, your jacket - "
"Fuck my jacket, Kristopher Allen," Adam says hotly, and somehow it's the funniest thing Kris has ever heard. He throws his head back against the headrest and laughs and laughs and laughs, Adam staring at him like he's gone mad.
Kris wrinkles his nose in-between chuckles. "No thanks." He says, as Adam finally starts the car, shaking his head.
"Crazy." Adam mutters, and Kris bites his lip. He threads his fingers through Adam's where they lie on the gearshift and stares out at the city lights, letting himself dream of a future that's all new.
O is for Okay
"I told you the truth."
It's the first thing he says. It's the most important, so he figures he should get it out there early.
Adam is sitting opposite him, on his bed. They have to be moved out by today, but "today" has barely started, the sun just creeping up over the towers of glass and steel, and they're pretty much packed, anyway. Adam's tried to leave already, tried to give Kris some privacy, but Kris had hooked a hand through his belt loop and just clung until Adam had rolled his eyes and given up.
"What?" Katy says, in his ear.
"I told you the truth." He says again. "About Adam and I. I told you about the kiss only about twelve hours after it happened, and we hadn't done anything before that."
Katy sighs, once. "Kris - "
Kris ignores her. She wanted everything, and here it was. "But you were right." He keeps his eyes on Adam, who's lying back on his headboard, one earbud in, his eyes closed. Kris takes a deep breath. "I should have told you, when I first fell in love with him."
Adam's eyes pop open. Kris smirks at him with a confidence he doesn't quite feel, his hands shaky. "It took me a long time, though." He says. "To figure it out. I thought, at first, that he was just my best friend." Adam's watching him, now, almost wary, his eyes so vivid blue that Kris wants to bottle them and sell it as a paint called Surprise. "I thought maybe I was missing you too much, and he was around the most and he was beautiful, and that's why I wanted him."
Katy is silent, on the other end of the line. Kris looks down at his lap, picking at the torn knee of his jeans. "But I started missing you less, and wanting him more, and it wasn't...it wasn't just because he was beautiful. It wasn't just because of what you said - that he gets it, that part of me that's nothing but music. It's...it's him, Katy." He's terrified, now, almost more of looking at Adam than Katy's reaction on the other end of the phone. "It's his voice and his smile and the way his eyes dance when he laughs. It's his passion and his cunning little smirk and the strategy behind his grace, it's his fucking heart, because Katy - I told you the truth."
She's crying - he can hear it, though she's being polite about it, little wet, rasping breaths away from the mouthpiece. "We never did anything until that kiss, because Adam wouldn't. He wouldn't because he likes you and he respects you and he's the most selfless person I've ever met. He's...I think he's loved me for a long time, Katy, and I've been putting him through hell, and I just can't anymore."
There's a startled sort of breath from the other bed but Kris can't look up, not yet.
Katy sniffs, and he can hear her switch the phone to her other hand as she mops her face. "So now it's my turn." She says, but she's not angry, she's just...she sounds tired, and resigned, and so sad.
"I'm sorry." He says, and then, "Are you going to stab me, when I come back to Arkansas?"
She chuckles a little. "No." She pauses. "Far too messy. Poison's easier."
He smiles, still staring at his knees. "True. No one ever expects the wife with the casserole."
He hears her smile, and then sober. "Kris...thank you. I...I asked for everything, and I think...I think I understand better, now. And if I'm reading your voice right, you hadn't told Adam any of that before now?"
Kris swallows, eyes shifting. "Uh, yeah."
Katy sighs. "Oh, honey. Get the hell off the phone." She hangs up as he blinks, and looks at his phone. "What - "
And then he's being tackled by 200 pounds of Adam, and he thinks, Oh. He ends up flat on his back with Adam on top of him, their legs tangled together.
Adam's pressing kisses to his hair, to his cheeks, to anything he can reach, his hands shaking and fluttering all over Kris' torso. He's making strangled sorts of noises that are almost words, "how are - you - l -" but then he gives up, frustrated, and just goes back to kissing him.
Kris laughs, all of his nerves draining, and catches Adam's face in his hands, stilling him for a moment. He smooths a hand across Adam's brow, and then leans up and captures his mouth, slow and sweet. Adam's hands come up and bury themselves in Kris' hair and it feels wonderful. It feels real. It feels right.
Adam pulls back after a moment, his eyes brimming with emotion. "Jesus fucking Christ." He says, reverent, and Kris remembers the day before he left, remembers the frustration in those words, before. Remembers Adam's tense back, his own confusion.
He bites his lip. "I'm sorry, Adam. I - "
Adam stops him with a finger to his lips. "Don't even." He says. "After what you just said? Baby, all is forgiven, a thousand times over. Besides." He smooths his other hand down Kris' face, trailing fingers along his jaw, down the long curve of his neck. "It was worth it."
Kris shivers, and his lips part a little. Adam's eyes catch his, and he seems to freeze as Kris, ever so gently, pulls the tip of his finger into his mouth. He parts his teeth and curls his tongue around it, sucking just a little, blushing at how ridiculous he feels but Adam fucking whimpers and Kris grins wide with Adam's finger caught between his teeth.
"God." Adam breathes. "God, worth anything." And then he's sliding his hand away and up under Kris' shirt and he circles Kris' nipple with a finger cold with his own spit and Kris arches into him, his startled gasp cut off by Adam's open mouth. Adam kisses his way down Kris' neck and over to his ear. "Let me show you." He says, tweaking Kris' nipple, and Kris' back rises off the bed as he cries out. "You've got all the words, baby," he continues, his other hand dancing lightly across the strip of skin above Kris' belt, "all I have..." He takes Kris' earlobe into his mouth, speaking around it in a rush of hot breath and flicking tongue, "are clever lips."
"Adam," Kris moans, twisting his hips against Adam's solid weight, "please."
And Adam pulls back to look at him and Kris meets his eyes and thinks, forget fucking 'Surprise' I want to paint everything I own in 'Desire' and then Adam's undoing his buttons and sucking his way down his chest and all he can think is ohgodpleasemore.
"Clever lips" is a bit of an understatement, really. Kris buries his hands in Adam's hair as Adam pulls his jeans tantalizingly down his legs. He kisses the insides of Kris' thighs, the hollows of his hips, the strip right below his navel. He flicks his tongue at the spot right behind Kris' balls and Kris nearly screams in frustration. "Adam I swear to God if you don't touch me I'll - "
"You'll what?" Adam asks, head positioned so that his breath ghosts over Kris' cock with every word. "You'll scream? You'll beg?" He runs his nails across Kris' ass, and Kris can fucking see it in his mind, immaculate black polish against his pale skin, crooked fingers just barely pinching and twisting the muscle there. "You'll come just from my lips against your skin?" Adam purrs, and chuckles a deep laugh.
Kris growls and thrusts his hips helplessly into the air. "Adam."
Adam brings his hands around, holding Kris' hips down. "Don't worry, baby." He says, soft. "I've got you."
And he lowers his mouth around Kris, all velvet warmth and suction and Kris is cursing and babbling inanely because he has to do something and Adam's holding down his hips and he runs his hands through Adam's hair and down his cheeks and whatever else he can reach and Adam's tongue curls and flutters at the base of him and he runs his hands over Kris' balls and Kris sees fucking stars.
He draws Adam up with shaking fingers and kisses him, deep and slow, tasting himself and Adam, that incredible, familiar mixture of spice and sweat and makeup and Adam grins against his lips. "Did I mention I love you?" He says, and Kris laughs because there's no room in his heart for anything else.
They fall into a doze, the two of them, tangled together. Kris frowns a little because Adam - Adam deserves to be relieved, too, but he feels as if he's made of jelly, the lightest and freest jelly in the world because he has Adam and he's told Katy and he's just gotten the best blowjob in the world and he promises to himself, once I sleep a bit.
And Adam's arms tightens around him and he opens his eyes to see Adam's face suddenly worried. "I didn't even ask." He says softly. "You and Katy...?"
Kris smiles. "It's okay." He says. "We're...we're going to be okay."
Coming soon - P is for Promise, and beyond.