fic: you've got my disease.
Title: you've got my disease.
Rating: pg13.
Summary: people are starting to get sick at the idol mansion. adam and kris have to take extra precautions.
Author's Note: sorry there's no capital letters in this. this was originally a comment fic in my journal, but it got kinda long so... here we are!
as soon as there's a whisper of an illness in the competition ("just a cold," someone guesses, but the next minute it's turned into "sounds like a stomach virus, really serious") everyone's starting to freak out, a little. no one wants to get sick, not in the middle of the biggest singing competition of their lives. and so suddenly anoop's wearing a bandana around his mouth at breakfast, just in case. matt starts lugging around water bottles filled with orange juice, downing as much as he can as often as possible.
and then megan gets a visit from the idol doctor that confirms it all.
kris has--he has issues with being sick, okay. he hates throwing up more than anything in the world, and out here, in los angeles, he doesn't even have his mom or his wife to take care of him. to bring him soup in bed, to cover him with extra blankets when he comes down with the shivers.
so he does what seems logical. he holes himself up in his room and decides he's not coming out unless he absolutely has to.
***
the only thing is, kris has a roommate in the idol mansion. even though it's big enough to fit his entire extended family, they still don't get their own rooms. and he doesn't mind sharing his space with adam--they're fairly similar, both neat and like quiet, pick up after themselves regularly--but it's just, when you hole yourself up in your room for a weekend, you're going to see a lot of your roommate. and he does.
besides, adam seems to have the same idea as kris. adam is not really a stay-in-on-a-friday-night kind of guy. which is why kris is surprised to find him in pajama pants and a tshirt by 7:30, kicked back on the foot of his bed.
"not going out?" kris asks, unbuttoning his shirt. getting undressed in front of him was a thing he had, at first. but he's gotten over it.
adam never looks for too long, never even acts like he's interested. (he's probably not, kris reasons. why would he be?) he even adverts his gaze, for kris's sake. "nope," he says casually. "i'm avoiding everyone. no telling who's next. michael said he was feeling bad at breakfast."
"really?" kris frowns. "that's too bad. well, i'm doing the same as you. guess we have a boring night ahead of us."
adam looks at him and smiles. "not necessarily."
***
they exhaust every board game they can find. adam kicks his ass at scrabble, which surprises him, because he's usually pretty good. but he gets his comeuppance in yahtzee, and then they play best out of three in battleship, and end with a solid round of clue.
"mr. green, with the wrench, in the library," adam announces confidently, making a scribble on his chart. they're both cross-legged on the floor. "final answer."
kris sifts through his cards, tongue poking into his cheek. he's a very... determined board game player. he does not like to lose. "ha, nope. i've got the library," he says, flashing him his proof.
"damnit." adam lets out a frustrated sigh, but then does a double-glance up, wrinkling his nose. like he'd just done something terrible. "sorry. i meant darn it."
"it's cool," kris tells him, waving him off with a grin. he doesn't like when the other idols do that, walk on eggshells around him. like he's perfect. (ha, he thinks. so far from it.)
"seriously, adam." he reaches across the kitchen and conservatory, puts his hand on adam's knee. "just be yourself. that's all i want."
adam nods. "okay, i can do that. now. how about mr. green, wrench... ballroom?"
***
they do the same thing saturday night that they did friday night, except this time it's a lot less fun. "i just remembered why i like clubs so much," adam says, throwing down his uno cards after one game too many.
"why?" kris asks, amused.
"because they're not this."
they both laugh, abandoning the game altogether. kris lays back, pillows his head with his hands. "this is better than getting sick though, right?"
his shirt rises a few inches, reveals a pale strip of skin. adam turns his eyes away, like he usually does, out of respect, but then brings them back.
"right," he says, after a minute. clears his throat. "hey, um, kris. remember when you said i should just be myself around you?"
kris lifts his head up, looks at him. "yeah?"
"well, if i were to truly be myself right now, i'd tell you... it is really hard to keep my hands to myself when you do that."
he looks embarrassed immediately, his hands flying to tug his shirt down, covering any exposed skin, his ears turning red.
"sorry," adam says, but he doesn't sound all too apologetic. "you asked me to be honest."
"yeah, and i appreciate it." kris bites back a grin, rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "i think it's time for bed." he pushes on adam's shoulder. "doctor's orders."
adam laughs, but does as he's told. "yes, dr. allen. i'm going."
***
his coughing wakes kris up in the middle of the night. his eyes are blurry, at first, but when they clear, he sees that it's almost three in the morning. and adam is coughing.
oh crap, he thinks. but he can't just let the guy suffer. he peels back his covers, tiptoes to adam's bed. reaches out and shakes his shoulder lightly. "adam, you okay?" he whispers.
adam stirs, squints through the darkness. "did i wake you up?" he asks, sounding sleepy. "i'm sorry."
"no, no, you're fine. i just wanted to make sure you're feeling alright."
"yeah, i'm great." adam coughs once more, and it doesn't sound the sick kind of cough. so that's a relief. "my throat's just dry, i think."
kris nods. "want me to get you a glass of water?"
"i'd rather you get in my bed and cuddle with me."
he's thrown off for a second, but then he laughs. (it's too late for this, he thinks.) "are you just being honest with me again?"
adam looks at him seriously. "no. i'm inviting you."
there's a long pause. kris isn't entirely convinced he's actually awake, like maybe this is just some weirdly realistic dream he's having.
"i'm not sick," adam offers. "i swear i'm healthy."
he's not really sure what he's doing, but suddenly he's nodding. "okay," he says, "okay," and then adam's making room.
***
at four o'clock, adam kisses him.
"sorry," he whispers, when kris doesn't respond, doesn't move his lips, doesn't do anything except swallow nervously, his throat moving in a way that makes adam want to kiss him again, except he's pretty sure it's not a good idea.
it's just. they're laying so close, and he smells good, like woodsy and soapy all at the same time, and his fingers are pressed against adam's side, and he told adam to be himself. and this is who adam is. when there's a cute guy in his bed, he kisses him.
kris looks flustered, still. adam goes to apologize again, but kris cuts him off, puts his hand over his mouth. "it's okay," he says quietly. pulls a smile, like this is no big deal."you're healthy, right?"
adam smiles. "mostly, i think. but whatever i have, it's not contagious. promise."
"are you sure?" kris asks, and then he's leaning in, and he's the one kissing him now, a messy kiss to the side of his mouth. "i better make sure," he says, and next time, he doesn't miss.
Rating: pg13.
Summary: people are starting to get sick at the idol mansion. adam and kris have to take extra precautions.
Author's Note: sorry there's no capital letters in this. this was originally a comment fic in my journal, but it got kinda long so... here we are!
as soon as there's a whisper of an illness in the competition ("just a cold," someone guesses, but the next minute it's turned into "sounds like a stomach virus, really serious") everyone's starting to freak out, a little. no one wants to get sick, not in the middle of the biggest singing competition of their lives. and so suddenly anoop's wearing a bandana around his mouth at breakfast, just in case. matt starts lugging around water bottles filled with orange juice, downing as much as he can as often as possible.
and then megan gets a visit from the idol doctor that confirms it all.
kris has--he has issues with being sick, okay. he hates throwing up more than anything in the world, and out here, in los angeles, he doesn't even have his mom or his wife to take care of him. to bring him soup in bed, to cover him with extra blankets when he comes down with the shivers.
so he does what seems logical. he holes himself up in his room and decides he's not coming out unless he absolutely has to.
***
the only thing is, kris has a roommate in the idol mansion. even though it's big enough to fit his entire extended family, they still don't get their own rooms. and he doesn't mind sharing his space with adam--they're fairly similar, both neat and like quiet, pick up after themselves regularly--but it's just, when you hole yourself up in your room for a weekend, you're going to see a lot of your roommate. and he does.
besides, adam seems to have the same idea as kris. adam is not really a stay-in-on-a-friday-night kind of guy. which is why kris is surprised to find him in pajama pants and a tshirt by 7:30, kicked back on the foot of his bed.
"not going out?" kris asks, unbuttoning his shirt. getting undressed in front of him was a thing he had, at first. but he's gotten over it.
adam never looks for too long, never even acts like he's interested. (he's probably not, kris reasons. why would he be?) he even adverts his gaze, for kris's sake. "nope," he says casually. "i'm avoiding everyone. no telling who's next. michael said he was feeling bad at breakfast."
"really?" kris frowns. "that's too bad. well, i'm doing the same as you. guess we have a boring night ahead of us."
adam looks at him and smiles. "not necessarily."
***
they exhaust every board game they can find. adam kicks his ass at scrabble, which surprises him, because he's usually pretty good. but he gets his comeuppance in yahtzee, and then they play best out of three in battleship, and end with a solid round of clue.
"mr. green, with the wrench, in the library," adam announces confidently, making a scribble on his chart. they're both cross-legged on the floor. "final answer."
kris sifts through his cards, tongue poking into his cheek. he's a very... determined board game player. he does not like to lose. "ha, nope. i've got the library," he says, flashing him his proof.
"damnit." adam lets out a frustrated sigh, but then does a double-glance up, wrinkling his nose. like he'd just done something terrible. "sorry. i meant darn it."
"it's cool," kris tells him, waving him off with a grin. he doesn't like when the other idols do that, walk on eggshells around him. like he's perfect. (ha, he thinks. so far from it.)
"seriously, adam." he reaches across the kitchen and conservatory, puts his hand on adam's knee. "just be yourself. that's all i want."
adam nods. "okay, i can do that. now. how about mr. green, wrench... ballroom?"
***
they do the same thing saturday night that they did friday night, except this time it's a lot less fun. "i just remembered why i like clubs so much," adam says, throwing down his uno cards after one game too many.
"why?" kris asks, amused.
"because they're not this."
they both laugh, abandoning the game altogether. kris lays back, pillows his head with his hands. "this is better than getting sick though, right?"
his shirt rises a few inches, reveals a pale strip of skin. adam turns his eyes away, like he usually does, out of respect, but then brings them back.
"right," he says, after a minute. clears his throat. "hey, um, kris. remember when you said i should just be myself around you?"
kris lifts his head up, looks at him. "yeah?"
"well, if i were to truly be myself right now, i'd tell you... it is really hard to keep my hands to myself when you do that."
he looks embarrassed immediately, his hands flying to tug his shirt down, covering any exposed skin, his ears turning red.
"sorry," adam says, but he doesn't sound all too apologetic. "you asked me to be honest."
"yeah, and i appreciate it." kris bites back a grin, rolls his eyes good-naturedly. "i think it's time for bed." he pushes on adam's shoulder. "doctor's orders."
adam laughs, but does as he's told. "yes, dr. allen. i'm going."
***
his coughing wakes kris up in the middle of the night. his eyes are blurry, at first, but when they clear, he sees that it's almost three in the morning. and adam is coughing.
oh crap, he thinks. but he can't just let the guy suffer. he peels back his covers, tiptoes to adam's bed. reaches out and shakes his shoulder lightly. "adam, you okay?" he whispers.
adam stirs, squints through the darkness. "did i wake you up?" he asks, sounding sleepy. "i'm sorry."
"no, no, you're fine. i just wanted to make sure you're feeling alright."
"yeah, i'm great." adam coughs once more, and it doesn't sound the sick kind of cough. so that's a relief. "my throat's just dry, i think."
kris nods. "want me to get you a glass of water?"
"i'd rather you get in my bed and cuddle with me."
he's thrown off for a second, but then he laughs. (it's too late for this, he thinks.) "are you just being honest with me again?"
adam looks at him seriously. "no. i'm inviting you."
there's a long pause. kris isn't entirely convinced he's actually awake, like maybe this is just some weirdly realistic dream he's having.
"i'm not sick," adam offers. "i swear i'm healthy."
he's not really sure what he's doing, but suddenly he's nodding. "okay," he says, "okay," and then adam's making room.
***
at four o'clock, adam kisses him.
"sorry," he whispers, when kris doesn't respond, doesn't move his lips, doesn't do anything except swallow nervously, his throat moving in a way that makes adam want to kiss him again, except he's pretty sure it's not a good idea.
it's just. they're laying so close, and he smells good, like woodsy and soapy all at the same time, and his fingers are pressed against adam's side, and he told adam to be himself. and this is who adam is. when there's a cute guy in his bed, he kisses him.
kris looks flustered, still. adam goes to apologize again, but kris cuts him off, puts his hand over his mouth. "it's okay," he says quietly. pulls a smile, like this is no big deal."you're healthy, right?"
adam smiles. "mostly, i think. but whatever i have, it's not contagious. promise."
"are you sure?" kris asks, and then he's leaning in, and he's the one kissing him now, a messy kiss to the side of his mouth. "i better make sure," he says, and next time, he doesn't miss.