Fic: Those Lips
Title:Those Lips
characters/pairing: Kris/Adam
Author: krissypoo21
Type: AI8 tour; fluff
Word Count: 1400
Rating: PG
disclaimer: Not real.
Beta: This little bit of fluff is unbeta’d. All mistakes my own.
Summary: Adam’s lips are a thing of beauty, okay?
Damn. He was staring again.
How could he help it? Adam’s lips were mesmerizing. When he sang, when he spoke, when he ate.
When he was in full makeup for a show, when he was in light makeup for everyday, and especially when he was in no makeup at all, getting ready for bed, freckles showing.
Kris didn’t like to think about exactly what it meant that he was obsessed with Adam’s lips. He told himself - repeatedly - that he merely had a high level of appreciation for beauty.
Kris had loved the view over Eden Falls in the Ozarks growing up, watching the water rush over the rocks and spill into the river below.
Just a few days ago, he had been awestruck as the rays of the rising sun glistened over the water at Indian Rocks Beach near Tampa.
Kris even thought it was beautiful to watch the well-oiled machine that was the AI Tour stagehands work together perfectly to put together their show every night.
So, in the scheme of things, Adam’s lips were just one more thing of beauty. It didn’t have to mean anything.
He glanced over at Adam again, chatting happily with his tourmates over lunch at a really fabulous Mexican restaurant in Washington, D.C. and taking his sweet time finishing off a dish of flan. While nodding or laughing at Matt’s hilarious story from the Greensboro barricades, Adam would take a spoonful and play with it - a bite here, a lick there, treating the spoon like a lover.
God.
Kris shook his head, scolded himself at his mental wandering just as Adam glanced at him.
“You okay, Kris?” Adam asked. “You look kinda, I don’t know, distracted maybe?”
Kris cleared his throat. “Umm, yeah, daydreaming I think.”
Adam patted Kris on the shoulder. “Probably missing that pretty lady back at home and looking forward to seeing her in a few days, huh, Kris?”
Kris willed himself not to laugh at that. Truth was, he rarely thought about Katy anymore. He also didn’t like to acknowledge what that meant. “Naw, I don’t think so. Just reflecting on the last couple of shows.”
Well, it was partly true. At both Charlotte and Greensboro, Adam had been particularly enticing, working the microphone like a porn star.
Kris realized he must have still been staring because Adam glanced down at his dessert and back at Kris. “Oh, do you like flan? You didn’t get dessert - would you like a bite of mine?”
Adam was as innocent as a toddler when he said it, but Kris detected just a glint of mischief in his eyes. Adam was flirting. Kris decided to go with it, though he figured he might regret it later. “I’ve never actually tried flan,” he said, staring Adam down. “I think I might like a taste of your dessert.”
Adam spooned up some, but instead of handing Kris the spoon he turned and said, “Open wide,” with a big ole smirk. Kris let Adam feed him, murmuring, “Mmmmm,” at the luscious caramel flavor and licking out to clean off the spoon. He was rather satisfied to catch Adam watching just a bit too intensely.
He enjoyed giving Adam a taste of his own medicine. “Adam, your flan is delicious,” he said. “So smooth and creamy. Thanks for giving me a sample.”
Adam refilled his spoon. “More?”
Kris held up a hand. “No, thanks. I’m pretty full. I’ll just enjoy watching you eat the rest.”
Boy, would he!
The sound of a throat being cleared took Kris out of his Adam-focus long enough to notice a very bushy raised eyebrow from Anoop and a muffled chuckle from Matt. They were, apparently, crossing a few too many lines for comfort. He really couldn’t bring himself to care.
***
Lunch might have been awesome, but the next few hours were several degrees below “meh.” It seemed everyone, from performers to stage hands, had dawdled a bit too long over their meal because it never felt like they could catch up. The stage was late getting ready for soundcheck, the mic adjustments never felt quite right, and they all ended up in wardrobe and makeup behind schedule.
Kris hated rushing, but not as much as Adam hated to be pushed. Kris could tell, as he watched Adam perform, that he was unhappy with the way his hair had turned out. He didn’t fuss with it or anything overt. Just, Kris knew. He’d learned Adam well.
They made it through most of the show with several minor irritations that built one on top of the other. The final straw was right before Don’t Stop Believing. Kris always had to get changed in a hurry, both shirt and pants. He had found it embarrassing at first because of the number of people around when he stripped to his underwear, but he had finally gotten used to it. Plus, it gave him a certain sense of satisfaction to know Adam was watching him and trying not to be caught at it.
Adam’s costume change happened while Kris was doing his solo set and before everyone joined Kris for Hey Jude, so Adam rarely had costume issues down at the lift. But that was just the way this day was going.
There was something inside Adam’s denim shirt that had started bugging him over the past few days. While Kris was doing his costume change, Adam took off his vest and pulled the offending shirt over his head without even unbuttoning it, examining it for the irritation.
“I have to get this tag cut off,” Adam muttered, fiddling with it. “No time now, I guess.”
“Definitely not,” Kris said, stepping onto the lift to the familiar refrain, shadows searching in the night. He got into his usual crouching position as Adam hurriedly threw the shirt back over his head, managing to get a button stuck in his well-sprayed hair.
“Damn!” Adam exclaimed, tugging the button out in a hurry and finally getting into position beside Kris.
Now Adam’s less-than-perfect hair was really a mess, with the right side especially sticking out at strange angles. Without even thinking about it, Kris reached out to sooth the unruly do, tucking some strands behind Adam’s ear, then pausing to rest his palm against Adam’s face.
It was intended as a calming gesture more than anything. So Kris didn’t know what got into him next.
He supposed it was Adam’s eyes. Even in the semi-darkness, Kris watched them soften, watched the pent-up frustration leave.
He saw Adam relax into his touch and heard his soft sigh.
Then Kris kissed him. Just a light peck on the lips as he leaned in, that was all.
Those lips. So soft.
It felt like time froze, like hiding somewhere in the night was the whole chorus instead of one line.
Like he could make this last forever.
He went in again, more insistent this time, Adam’s moist mouth receiving him gladly, Adam’s arm encircling his waist.
Adam’s soft moan was the sexiest thing Kris had ever heard.
Kris flicked out his tongue, tentative. Adam opened, responsive.
It couldn’t have lasted more than two seconds, tops. It was certainly long enough to send pleasurable messages to the rest of Kris’s body, though. That electric jolt was enough to shake him from this time-warp, to tell him to move away, prepare to be lifted to the stage, start singing on cue.
And pull that damn too-short shirt down a little harder and hope nobody noticed. But of course, Adam had already noticed. Adam’s smirk turned up the corner of his mouth and Kris could only laugh. Busted.
***
It was torture sitting next to Adam on the bus ride later. Everybody talking and laughing, acting as though they’d never go to sleep, and one more whole day before a hotel night. Kris wanted to talk about this. Maybe even more than just talk.
Adam kept up with the conversation going on around them, nodding and smiling. But Kris knew he wanted to talk, too. Every now and then, he would steal a glance Kris’s way, that same beautiful softness in his eyes. Occasionally, Kris would catch Adam moistening his lips when he looked Kris’s way.
This time, Kris didn’t even pretend to look away.
characters/pairing: Kris/Adam
Author: krissypoo21
Type: AI8 tour; fluff
Word Count: 1400
Rating: PG
disclaimer: Not real.
Beta: This little bit of fluff is unbeta’d. All mistakes my own.
Summary: Adam’s lips are a thing of beauty, okay?
Damn. He was staring again.
How could he help it? Adam’s lips were mesmerizing. When he sang, when he spoke, when he ate.
When he was in full makeup for a show, when he was in light makeup for everyday, and especially when he was in no makeup at all, getting ready for bed, freckles showing.
Kris didn’t like to think about exactly what it meant that he was obsessed with Adam’s lips. He told himself - repeatedly - that he merely had a high level of appreciation for beauty.
Kris had loved the view over Eden Falls in the Ozarks growing up, watching the water rush over the rocks and spill into the river below.
Just a few days ago, he had been awestruck as the rays of the rising sun glistened over the water at Indian Rocks Beach near Tampa.
Kris even thought it was beautiful to watch the well-oiled machine that was the AI Tour stagehands work together perfectly to put together their show every night.
So, in the scheme of things, Adam’s lips were just one more thing of beauty. It didn’t have to mean anything.
He glanced over at Adam again, chatting happily with his tourmates over lunch at a really fabulous Mexican restaurant in Washington, D.C. and taking his sweet time finishing off a dish of flan. While nodding or laughing at Matt’s hilarious story from the Greensboro barricades, Adam would take a spoonful and play with it - a bite here, a lick there, treating the spoon like a lover.
God.
Kris shook his head, scolded himself at his mental wandering just as Adam glanced at him.
“You okay, Kris?” Adam asked. “You look kinda, I don’t know, distracted maybe?”
Kris cleared his throat. “Umm, yeah, daydreaming I think.”
Adam patted Kris on the shoulder. “Probably missing that pretty lady back at home and looking forward to seeing her in a few days, huh, Kris?”
Kris willed himself not to laugh at that. Truth was, he rarely thought about Katy anymore. He also didn’t like to acknowledge what that meant. “Naw, I don’t think so. Just reflecting on the last couple of shows.”
Well, it was partly true. At both Charlotte and Greensboro, Adam had been particularly enticing, working the microphone like a porn star.
Kris realized he must have still been staring because Adam glanced down at his dessert and back at Kris. “Oh, do you like flan? You didn’t get dessert - would you like a bite of mine?”
Adam was as innocent as a toddler when he said it, but Kris detected just a glint of mischief in his eyes. Adam was flirting. Kris decided to go with it, though he figured he might regret it later. “I’ve never actually tried flan,” he said, staring Adam down. “I think I might like a taste of your dessert.”
Adam spooned up some, but instead of handing Kris the spoon he turned and said, “Open wide,” with a big ole smirk. Kris let Adam feed him, murmuring, “Mmmmm,” at the luscious caramel flavor and licking out to clean off the spoon. He was rather satisfied to catch Adam watching just a bit too intensely.
He enjoyed giving Adam a taste of his own medicine. “Adam, your flan is delicious,” he said. “So smooth and creamy. Thanks for giving me a sample.”
Adam refilled his spoon. “More?”
Kris held up a hand. “No, thanks. I’m pretty full. I’ll just enjoy watching you eat the rest.”
Boy, would he!
The sound of a throat being cleared took Kris out of his Adam-focus long enough to notice a very bushy raised eyebrow from Anoop and a muffled chuckle from Matt. They were, apparently, crossing a few too many lines for comfort. He really couldn’t bring himself to care.
***
Lunch might have been awesome, but the next few hours were several degrees below “meh.” It seemed everyone, from performers to stage hands, had dawdled a bit too long over their meal because it never felt like they could catch up. The stage was late getting ready for soundcheck, the mic adjustments never felt quite right, and they all ended up in wardrobe and makeup behind schedule.
Kris hated rushing, but not as much as Adam hated to be pushed. Kris could tell, as he watched Adam perform, that he was unhappy with the way his hair had turned out. He didn’t fuss with it or anything overt. Just, Kris knew. He’d learned Adam well.
They made it through most of the show with several minor irritations that built one on top of the other. The final straw was right before Don’t Stop Believing. Kris always had to get changed in a hurry, both shirt and pants. He had found it embarrassing at first because of the number of people around when he stripped to his underwear, but he had finally gotten used to it. Plus, it gave him a certain sense of satisfaction to know Adam was watching him and trying not to be caught at it.
Adam’s costume change happened while Kris was doing his solo set and before everyone joined Kris for Hey Jude, so Adam rarely had costume issues down at the lift. But that was just the way this day was going.
There was something inside Adam’s denim shirt that had started bugging him over the past few days. While Kris was doing his costume change, Adam took off his vest and pulled the offending shirt over his head without even unbuttoning it, examining it for the irritation.
“I have to get this tag cut off,” Adam muttered, fiddling with it. “No time now, I guess.”
“Definitely not,” Kris said, stepping onto the lift to the familiar refrain, shadows searching in the night. He got into his usual crouching position as Adam hurriedly threw the shirt back over his head, managing to get a button stuck in his well-sprayed hair.
“Damn!” Adam exclaimed, tugging the button out in a hurry and finally getting into position beside Kris.
Now Adam’s less-than-perfect hair was really a mess, with the right side especially sticking out at strange angles. Without even thinking about it, Kris reached out to sooth the unruly do, tucking some strands behind Adam’s ear, then pausing to rest his palm against Adam’s face.
It was intended as a calming gesture more than anything. So Kris didn’t know what got into him next.
He supposed it was Adam’s eyes. Even in the semi-darkness, Kris watched them soften, watched the pent-up frustration leave.
He saw Adam relax into his touch and heard his soft sigh.
Then Kris kissed him. Just a light peck on the lips as he leaned in, that was all.
Those lips. So soft.
It felt like time froze, like hiding somewhere in the night was the whole chorus instead of one line.
Like he could make this last forever.
He went in again, more insistent this time, Adam’s moist mouth receiving him gladly, Adam’s arm encircling his waist.
Adam’s soft moan was the sexiest thing Kris had ever heard.
Kris flicked out his tongue, tentative. Adam opened, responsive.
It couldn’t have lasted more than two seconds, tops. It was certainly long enough to send pleasurable messages to the rest of Kris’s body, though. That electric jolt was enough to shake him from this time-warp, to tell him to move away, prepare to be lifted to the stage, start singing on cue.
And pull that damn too-short shirt down a little harder and hope nobody noticed. But of course, Adam had already noticed. Adam’s smirk turned up the corner of his mouth and Kris could only laugh. Busted.
***
It was torture sitting next to Adam on the bus ride later. Everybody talking and laughing, acting as though they’d never go to sleep, and one more whole day before a hotel night. Kris wanted to talk about this. Maybe even more than just talk.
Adam kept up with the conversation going on around them, nodding and smiling. But Kris knew he wanted to talk, too. Every now and then, he would steal a glance Kris’s way, that same beautiful softness in his eyes. Occasionally, Kris would catch Adam moistening his lips when he looked Kris’s way.
This time, Kris didn’t even pretend to look away.