FIC: TENSION
Title: TENSION
Author: cheapxdate
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: R
Warnings: Language, Adult Content, Heartfail
Summary: Written for the ontd_ai Kink Meme. Prompt: 38. Kradam being extremely passionate with each other after an argument/fight. MAKE UP SEX?
“Shut up, Adam.”
“Ooh! Shut up? Now I’m fucking scared!”
“You know what? Fuck you.”
“Ah, see? The little Christian boy does have some fire in him. All this time I thought you were a pussy. Now I see you just prefer it.”
Kris’s eyes flashed with anger and he launched himself across the bedroom. His hands came in contact with Adam’s bare freckled chest, shoving him back against the door with a thud. The movement and speed at which it occurred was unexpected and Adam’s head snapped back against the wood with a crack.
“Get the fuck off me!” Adam spat, regaining his balance and shoving Kris in the shoulders with enough force to send the smaller boy stumbling backwards.
“Get off you? Well, now I’ve heard it all!”
Glaring at each other from an arm’s length of distance away, their chests heaved with each ragged fury-tinged breath. Kris’s eyes shone with frustration while Adam’s narrowed lids revealed his rage and the smallest gleam of hurt.
“Whatever, Kris. I’ll move my things into Anoop’s room for tonight.” Adam pushed past Kris, slamming his shoulder into him as he moved by.
“How unexpectedly dramatic of you!” Kris exclaimed sarcastically, spinning to watch Adam collect his things from around the room. “But that’s just you, isn’t it? What was Kara always saying? Theatrical?”
Kris ducked just as a large black boot whizzed past his head, a look of unabashed surprise etched across his features.
“Are you five!?” he cried incredulously, his voice keyed up to a squeak.
“Are you?” Adam shot back, crouching down to grab his suitcase out from under the single king bed in the room.
“Mature.”
“Right, because you’re the spokesperson for maturity. If you’re not ready for the big boy slide,” Adam stood and thrust his hips out erotically, “get out of the gay fucking playground!”
Kris snorted, but watched motionlessly as Adam tossed his things unceremoniously into his bag. He disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of clinking plastic echoing off the tile as he collected his plethora of makeup products. There was a sudden crash of containers hitting against the granite countertop, and it sounded as though he had not just dropped them, but actually slammed them down. Then it was quiet.
Kris sighed, his small frame losing most of it’s adrenaline fueled rigidity as his shoulders slumped forward. He hated arguing and the tour was taking a toll on their nerves, making their spats a more frequent occurrence. It wasn’t that he blamed Adam for being upset, it was just a difficult situation all around. Still, he despised the way they hurt each other and suddenly a lump of guilt settled into the pit of his stomach.
“Adam?” Kris called. His soft voice was a stark contrast to the venom that had been spewed only moments earlier.
For a minute there was no answer and Kris wondered if maybe things had gone too far this time. It wasn’t the first time they’d had this argument, yet his chest tightened with panic. Things were certainly getting more vicious. Just as he was about to open his mouth and call out again, Adam’s harsh voice filtered out from the bathroom.
“What?”
Kris exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and absently scratched the back of his neck.
“Come on.”
“No, Kris. You come on.” Adam appeared in the doorway, his jaw visibly clenched. He was still shirtless, his broad shoulders and tanned freckled arms bare. A thin patch of strawberry blonde fuzz started just below his navel and disappeared beneath the waist of his precariously low riding jeans. He dragged a hand through his blue-streaked ebony hair, smudged eyeliner outlining his downcast cobalt colored eyes.
“What do you want me to do, Adam? You want me to call Katy right now? You want me to pick up the phone, get an outside line and just lay it out there? Maybe leave a message on her voicemail? ‘Hey Katy! It’s Kris. Listen, it turns out I’m actually into guys. Well, actually one guy. Funniest thing really, but it’s Adam! Yeah, yeah, we roomed together during Idol. Strangest thing, right? Say hi to Mom for me.’ Is that what you want me to do? Tell me.”
Now it was Adam’s turn to deflate. Leaning against the doorframe he jammed his thumbs through the belt loops of his jeans and cursed, shifting his gaze to the black suitcase lying open on the bed, its contents a disheveled mess.
“I’m asking you to tell me what you want me to do. Just say the words and I’ll do it.” Kris could hear the plea in his voice, but he wasn’t ashamed.
Adam sighed and straightened, closing his eyes.
“Tell me. Please. Please,” Kris repeated.
The desperation in his voice was not lost on either of them and suddenly Adam flew across the cheap hotel room carpet, slamming Kris back against the wall with his body. It mimicked the move Kris had made not even fifteen minutes earlier, though this time their chests remained pressed together, Adam gripping Kris’s head tightly between his hands.
“Just shut the fuck up, Allen,” he breathed, his lips mere millimeters from Kris’s own slightly parted ones. “Just shut up.”
“What do you want?” Kris begged, his jaw struggling to move properly between Adam’s grasp. He could tell Adam was only inches from the edge, his guard precariously damaged. “Tell me what you want.”
“I fucking want you,” Adam exploded, ducking to press his forehead hard against Kris’s. “I want the whole fucking thing. I want all of it. I want the secrets to end. I want the media controversy. I want to bring you home for dinner and into West Hollywood to meet my friends. I want all of it.” He released Kris and moved to take a step backwards, but Kris latched his arms around his waist, keeping him from his classic Adam standard of retreat.
“We can have that. Just be patient with me a little longer and we’ll have that.” Kris’s voice was rushed and full of need, his arms holding Adam against him with a strength he didn’t know he possessed. He had chosen to push Adam over the brink, but hadn’t expected the depth of his admissions.
Adam’s eyes flashed with unrecognizable emotion as he tried unsuccessfully to remove Kris from his middle. After a moment of struggle he sighed and stilled.
“I’m scared. I’m freaking the fuck out, ok? Is that what you wanted to hear? Gay jaded rock star clings to the last remaining shred of undamaged heart? I’m sorry, did shit just get too real? Do you want more? I lay awake every fucking night doubting this whole,” he paused, searching for an accurate label, “thing between us.”
“Doubting me?” Kris cut in quietly, his face twisted with hurt.
“Yes. No.” Adam sighed. “Maybe. I don‘t know. It would be so easy for you to walk away from this. You could go back to Katy, back to your perfect life. That‘s an option for you.”
Kris released Adam’s waist, letting his arms fall to his sides as he stared down at their feet.
“But, it wouldn’t be perfect. Not anymore, not without you. There is no going back. Adam, I love you.” Kris’s voice was barely above a whisper and, still looking downward, he was surprised to see Adam’s feet hadn’t moved. Slowly, he lifted his head, dragging his eyes up the length of Adam’s body until they passed a pair of parted pillowy lips and locked with a set of glassy blue orbs.
“I’m sorry. Did shit just get too real?” Kris asked softly, his voice void of any humor or sarcasm.
Adam’s head jerked slightly to the side before he crushed himself against Kris, slipping his palm behind the shorter boy’s neck and pulling his head up closer. The breath whooshed out from Kris’s lungs, the hot air mingling with the scent of Dior Homme permeating from Adam’s bare chest.
“Say it again,” Adam demanded, rubbing his thumb through the short prickles of hair on the back of Kris’s neck.
“Which part?” Kris murmured, his lips brushing feather-light against Adam’s chin.
“You know.”
“Did shit just get too real?” Kris teased, dragging his nose slowly across Adam’s jaw.
“Not that. Although, do you know how fucking hot it is when you curse?”
Kris grinned against Adam’s cheek then stood on his tip-toes to reach Adam‘s ear. “I fucking love you.”
Adam groaned and his knees buckled just enough so that he could rest his head against Kris’s shoulder, his palm out against the wall, bracing him in place. Kris laughed as Adam straightened, grabbing a fistful of his plaid button up in the process.
“Again.”
“I fucking love you.”
“Again.”
“I fucking love you.”
Adam used his leverage to pull him away from the wall, spinning them both around then walking Kris backwards towards the bed. Their lips crashed together, tongues twisting around each other in a rough rhythmic motion until the back of Kris’s knees hit the mattress and he sank down onto the gaudy gold hotel comforter. Adam climbed on top of him, straddling his waist as Kris leaned back against the bed, his chest heaving. In one swift motion, Adam gripped the edges of Kris’s green plaid shirt and tore it open, the buttons clattering against the nightstands as they flew in different directions. Kris whimpered, his back arching to help remove the garment.
“Say something else,” Adam growled, rocking his hips against Kris’s, the friction causing them both to harden.
“I’m not leaving you. I’m not leaving us,” Kris breathed, his hands running up Adam’s sides and tracing the outlines of his ribs. “Give me time. I promise, I’ll tell her.”
Adam leaned over and covered Kris’s mouth with his own, shivering against the tickling sensation on the sensitive area of his torso. The heat between them was building as Adam continued to grind his crotch down, their teeth clashing together as they kissed.
“I’m sorry,” Adam whispered, pulling his head back slightly. “I said some things-”
“Shut up, Lambert.” Kris grinned, the edges of his eyes crinkling.
Adam smiled back, his mouth transforming into a lop-sided grin, and Kris felt his heart swell. They were okay. Everything was okay.
He closed his eyes as Adam slipped down off his lap, onto the floor, and began tugging at the edge of his jeans. Lifting his hips, he helped to wiggle them off, inhaling sharply when the cool air hit his hardened cock. With a small laugh, Adam hooked his hands behind Kris’s knees and pulled him down closer to the edge of the bed.
“I really am sorry,” Adam repeated, rising up on his knees.
Kris opened his mouth to respond, but a strangled moan was all he could manage as Adam ran his tongue down the underside of his cock.
“You were saying?” Adam teased.
Kris closed his eyes and flipped Adam the finger.
****
Reveling in post coital bliss, Kris untangled his legs from Adam’s and rolled over. The raven haired rock god was curled on his side, his chest rising and falling steadily, a streak of black eyeliner smudged across his forehead and a look of complete contentment etched into every one of his perfect features.
Kris smiled and shook his head before pushing up off the bed and getting quietly to his feet. Finding a pair of Adam’s blue boxer briefs on the floor, he pulled them on and padded over to the opposite side of the room.
With one final affectionate glance at his slumbering companion he sighed and grabbed the telephone off of the nightstand, pulling it with him into the bathroom and closing the door gently on the cord. Swallowing hard he placed the base on the counter, next to Adam’s earlier discarded makeup, and sat on the toilet seat. Jiggling his leg nervously he sighed and picked up the receiver, using his free hand to punch in ‘0’ and then a familiar set of ten digits. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and pictured Adam, smiling up at him from the floor. There was no going back.
*Click*
“Hello?”
“Katy? It’s Kris.”