You Found Me, Part 1/13: MJ WEEK
Chapter Title: The Way You Make Me Feel
Rating: R/NC-17 overall. Some parts of this are totally G though.
Word Count: This is one long-ass fic, let's put it that way.
Pairing: Kradam, Giralbert/Kradamegan friendship, Meganoop, later Simon/Paula and Archuheta
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I firmly believe it happened along these lines, but still, I own nothing and no one.
Summary: A week-by-week account of what really happened in the Idol Mansion, and why Kradam chose the songs they did.
Author's Note: First fic ever published, so go easy on me, eh? I love these boys and they're so fun to write. This is a WIP, but I'm a fast updater and it's all already written. Title's from The Way You Make Me Feel by Michael Jackson, obviously. All titles for this series will be from songs that one of the contestants sang that week. Series title is from You Found Me by The Fray. Hope you like it! <3 Mods, can I get me an author tag?
[Kris POV]
I walk into the gigantic house I'll be living in for the next three months and grin like an idiot. It's so far from home and from what I grew up knowing. They give us the room assignments and I'm overjoyed when I find I've been paired with Adam, the sexy black-haired rock god who totally owned that Stones number in Top 36 week. I've had such a huge crush ever since then. I've never been attracted to a man before, but I could definitely get used to it. Stop it, Kris. I think to myself. You are about to get divorced, for Christ's sake! I'd just have to try and control myself as long as I could hold out for.
"Hey, uh, Kris?"
I snap out of my Adam-induced daze, only to look up at my glittery, smiling roommate himself, waiting patiently with his countless bags of luggage.
"You ready to move in?" he says, like it'll take days. Hell, it probably will.
"Oh, um, uh, yeah. Let's go." I say, flustered, a bright-red blush creeping up my face. He notices, but doesn't say anything until we get up the first of many flights of stairs.
"Hey, now. It's okay, no need to be nervous. I'm a scary dude, but I don't bite unless you like it." he says suggestively.
"Oh, uh, that's not, uh, um, that's not why...agh, never mind," I say, getting a laugh from Adam and a twinge in my stomach.
When we get there, I'm amazed. It's totally different from what I'm used to.
"Never seen anything like this, have you? Me either. Hey, where are you from, Kris?"
"Conway, Arkansas." I say shyly.
"A Southern boy! Yummy. Oh, Jesus, I just said that out loud, I'm sorry...shit, it's just...I say that kinda stuff to my friends all the time...uh...yeah." he stammers, smiling nervously.
"Here." He laughs. "I could see my apartment from where we roomed during Top 36."
"Wow, that's cool. So have you lived here your whole life?"
"Nah. Born in Indianapolis, raised in San Diego. Which bed do you want?"
The one you're in. Damn my treacherous mind. Another blush slowly takes over my face. "Uh...um...I don't care, you can have whichever one you want." And me. You can have me.
"Thanks, buddy." He smiles. I melt a little inside. "Hey, so, Kris-from-Conway-Arkansas, I hear we're having a little get-to-know-each-other party soon. We should unpack and get ready." I could have sworn he winked when he said "get-to-know-each-other". It's clear I've fallen hard, and it hasn't even been that long.
"Oh, yeah, uh, sure."
I tug on the first things I can think of; a brown v-neck and dark wash jeans. I hope Adam-from-here doesn't think I'm boring. I decide to wait for him.
A half hour later, he comes out of the bathroom, looking devastatingly sexy in black jeans and a black shirt with a tattoo design on it. I'm doomed.
"Hey, Arkansas." He smiles. More melting on my part. He takes in my outfit, and he frowns. Oh shit. He hates it. I really thought I was doing well...
"The girls'll be all over you." he says with a--could it be?--disappointed sigh. "I'm gonna be honest, you look hot."
"Thanks," I manage to say despite my momentary mental block because oh my god, my crush just said I looked hot! I feel like a fucking teenage girl. Hell, I practically am one. "You do too."
"Thanks. Come on, let's go." I could swear the great Adam-from-here was blushing. I could swear a lot of things, but it won't do anything.
We're the last ones down there, and my friend Matt (mine and Adam-from-here's mutual friend, it turns out) is the first to speak.
"Glad you finally showed up, boys."
Oh, shit. I forgot Matt knows about my crush on Adam-from-here.
"We're playing Truth or Dare!" says a little girl with magenta hair, giggling. "I'm Allison Iraheta, but call me Allie, son." she says, getting laughs from everyone. "I'm 16, from around here." I like her already.
"Cool," my roommate says. "I'm Adam Lambert. 27. I'm from here, too!" He and Allie exchange a high five.
"What about you?" Allie says, turning to me. "You're...um. Kris, or something, right?"
"Yeah, good job," I say. "Kris Allen. I'm 23 from Arkansas."
Adam grins at me. I feel like a Popsicle left out in the sun, he makes me melt so much.
More introductions follow--the guy with the glasses is Danny Gokey, 28, from Milwaukee; the guy with the UNC sweatshirt is Anoop Desai, 23, from Chapel Hill, North Carolina; the blonde with the tattoos is Megan-Joy-formerly-Corkrey, 24, from Utah; the feisty, petite blonde with pink streaks is Alexis Grace, 21, from Tennessee; the other little girl, sitting with Allie, is Jasmine Murray, 16, from Missouri; the large guy with the sweet face is Michael Sarver, 27, from Texas; the woman with the photo album of her kids is Lil Rounds, 26, from the same place as Alexis, the two curly-haired guys are Scott MacIntyre, 23, from (appropriately) Scottsdale, Arizona, and Jorge Núñez, 20, from Puerto Rico.
"Let's keep playing!" says Allie. Energetic kid. "Megan, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to...yell "SIMON COWELL CAN SHOVE IT WHERE IT COUNTS!" out the window."
"Fine." She walks over to the window. "SIMON COWELL CAN SHOVE IT WHERE IT COUNTS!" She turns back around. "Kris from Arkansas, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Are you attracted to anyone in this room?"
I pause. Oh, what the hell. "Yes. Okay--"
"Hold on." she says. "Who?"
"Later. Adam from Here, truth or dare?"
"Dare." he says, raising his eyebrows.
Here goes nothing.
"Kiss me."
Everyone stops talking. He leans over, planting one on my mouth and lingering just long enough to let me know he knows.
The room goes quiet and he starts to laugh. "Haha, oh man, I made it awkward, didn't I? Sorry about that. I figured it was pointless to hide it from my housemates."
"Hide what?" asks Anoop.
"Uh, the fact that I'm totally gay."
Fucking yes. I'm rooming with next year's shoo-in for People's Sexiest Man Alive, who I just happen to have a huge whopping crush on, is an amazing kisser, and just happens to like boys. My life rocks right now.
"Oh. Why would that be awkward?"
"Cause you all got quiet when I kissed Arkansas."
"I asked you to!" I protest. They all ignore me.
"It was fine. Just...unexpected."
"It's not awkward, bro." says Matt.
"Yeah, we're good." Allie says, smiling.
The rest of the girls warm to him immediately, as do all the guys but Danny and Michael. Turns out they don't like homosexuality too much.
"Guys," he says once they're alone, "I get that gayness is against your religion or whatever, and that's okay, just don't push it on me. I think we can be friends."
They evidently agree, and he walks over to me, the only one left, and sits me down on the couch.
"You don't have a problem, do you?"
"No, of course not! I asked you to kiss me. But...do you have a boyfriend?"
"Not right now, no. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No. I'm actually almost divorced from my wife."
"Holy shit, Arkansas. That's heavy stuff."
I shrug my shoulders. "Not really. We'd been fighting for a while, and both of us are ready to move on."
"So..." Adam lounges back, exposing his throat and grinning.. "Why'd you dare me to kiss you? Was it just to see if I'd do it?"
"No." Oh, jeez. Here comes Kris the Tomato. "I'm kind of insanely attracted to you."
He scoots closer. "Really?"
"Really."
"Well, now that you've said that, Arkansas..." he says, and then he kisses me again, softly, catching my bottom lip between his two. "I'm insanely attracted to you, too. Have been ever since I saw you do that MJ song in Top 36."
I've died and gone to heaven.
"Same here, only you, uh, you did the Stones. Can I be your boyfriend?"
He looks me straight in the eyes. "Oh, God, yes. Can I kiss you again?"
"Yes. As much as you want."
So he does. He kisses me for a good solid seven minutes, only stopping when we hear a raspy voice say "Well, you two look cozy." It's Megan. "So how did this come about?"
"Well, I've been wanting him and dreaming about him since the first week after Hollywood." Adam says, grinning hugely.
"I'm, uh, kind of insanely attracted to him."
She chuckles. "You two are so cute.. So are you on the DL, or do you plan to tell the others?"
I look at my new boyfriend. "I think we should tell them."
"You're probably right, Arkansas."
"Arkansas?" Megan says, laughing. "So I'm Utah?"
"If you wanna be. It's just my cute little name for him."
"Aww. Would you be Here, then?" she teases Adam. "Just kidding. I'm gonna finish unpacking. Bye, crazy kids."
"Bye, Utah!" we say in unison.
"So...uh...um...wanna help each other finish unpacking?"
"That's probably a good idea."
We walk up the stairs into our room. "Wait. If I'm Arkansas, would you be Here or San Diego or My Bed?" I say cheekily.
"Whoa there," he says, worrying me. Did I take it too far? "First we unpack. Then I get in bed with you."
Phew.
"Don't worry your gorgeous head, Arkansas. I want you just as much as you want me, maybe more. I'm just glad you're not, like, nineteen. Mmm, I get a real man." he says happily, giving me butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
"You do, you definitely do. Here's your...uh...glittery gunky stuff." I say affectionately, kissing his ear and handing him a tube with strange, dangerous-looking stuff in it.
"Want some?"
"Uh...no offense, My Bed, but that kinda looks radioactive."
Adam shrugs cutely. "It probably is."
I look in his huge makeup bag. "Holy shit, Adam, how much stuff is IN here?"
"A lot. How do you think I make myself look so hot every day?"
"You don't need to, you already are. You're gorgeous."
"Aww, no I'm not. You're the gorgeous one, Arkansas. I mean, look at you with your big brown eyes and your fluffy hair and your freakin' beautiful smile..."
"No, you are. You really are."
"I know you are, but what am I?"
"The most beautiful man on the planet," I say adoringly, tugging his head down to mine and kissing him square on the mouth.
"Ech-hem?"
He tastes so good.
"ECH-HEM?"
I'm never letting go.
The door opens and we break away. Shit.
"I, uh, was just wondering if either of you had an extra toothbrush. The airport lost some of my luggage," a clearly startled Anoop says.
"Oh, um, yeah, here you go." Adam begins to fish around in his giant bag of personal hygiene stuff.
"This could take days," I whisper to our friend out of the corner of my mouth.
"Shut up, Arkansas." Adam says, chuckling. "Here you go, 'Noop. And sorry if that was extremely weird and awkward."
"No, I'm good. A lot of kids at UNC are gay, and you guys are my friends. Night." He smiles.
Once he's gone, I ask, "So. My Bed. You all unpacked?"
"Yeah, how about you, Arkansas?"
"Yup. Hold on a sec, let me get changed. Oh wait, never mind. Feel free to watch."
"Oh, I will."
I take off my shirt and I can not only see, but feel Adam staring at me.
"Okay, done."
"Dayum, Arkansas. I knew you were hot, but god, you are so sexy."
"Thanks. Okay, your turn, My Bed."
"No problem." he says, the picture of calm as he takes his shirt off to reveal freckles all over him, an amazing set of pecs and a toned, lickable six-pack. Holy shit. This guy is so hot it's intimidating. His pants are off and his legs are fantastic. His sweet, sweet ass, though clothed, is indescribable. I'm so freaking lucky he wants me.
"Adam?"
"Yeah?"
"You are so mine." I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight.
"I know. You're mine too, don't forget."
"And you think I'm hot? Excuse me, new boyfriend, but have you taken a look at yourself lately? You're smokin'. Seriously. I wanna lay you down on my bed and lick you all over, but we should probably take it slow."
"Yeah. We've only been together for...five hours, but I can promise you you're not just an Idol fling, Arkansexy." he says with a giggle, and slips his arm around me.
"Me too, Lambertlicious."
"And the lay-you-down-on-my-bed-and-lick-you-all-over thing goes both ways. I bet you taste great." He smacks me on the ass.
"Ow, that hurt so good," I say. "Ready for bed?"
"Whenever you are."
"Mine or yours?"
"Let's test 'em out," he says devilishly, and tackles me onto my bed, kissing me softly until I open my lips and let his eager tongue in. He explores my mouth like a cave, then pulls away, getting a groan of deprivation out of me.
"Come on, baby, let's try out mine."
We repeat what we did before on his bed, deciding it was more comfortable, and settling in. His lips are the softest thing ever, so pillowy and lush. I don't tell him this, but I think I'm in love.
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[Adam POV]
I settle into my bed with my amazing new boyfriend beside me. Kris is so, so hot. So flaming hot. But that's only part of what draws me to him. He's so generous and kind, giving up his seat in the car so Allie could ride shotgun the week our group performed in the top 36, and so brave, daring me to kiss him as a way of telling me how he felt. I can't get over the way he flushes bright pink when I call him Arkansexy, even though it's totally true.
I don't tell him this, but I think I'm in love. He said he wanted to take it slow, and I don't think he feels the same way quite yet.
I roll over on top of him.
"Hey."
He smiles. "Hey. Okay, as much as I'd love to fuck you tonight, it's been seven hours."
"I get it. I didn't ask you to, but you should know, one of these days I won't be able to control myself."
"Me either."
I get off of him and as soon as I have, he flips around, gets on top of me, and kisses me. He's good at that. It turns into a furious making-out session. Oh my god, he's beautiful.
Eventually we both lay back down on the bed, totally exhausted, and settle into a spooning position, me behind him.
"Mmm...night, Arkansas."
"Night, babe."
I had a dream he called me that once. I melt a little inside and plant my lips on the back of his neck, then fall asleep leaning into his shoulder.
I don't tell him this, but now I know I'm in love.
+•+•+
I wake up the next morning curled up against Kris, who, evidently, was waiting for me to get up.
"Hey," he says softly.
"Hey. You're still into me, right? That wasn't just a last-night thing?"
"Of course it wasn't, My Bed! No, you're amazing."
"HEY ADAM-FROM-HERE AND KRIS-FROM-ARKANSAS! WE WILL EAT YOUR FOOD IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE SOON!!" yells a voice that sounds like Alexis'.
"What time is it?" I ask Kris.
"11:30 am."
"Oh shit, we better get down there."
We dress quickly, me in a gray shirt, dark wash skinny jeans and a studded belt and him in a blue plaid shirt and light-wash regular jeans, and start the long trek along Mount McMansion to the kitchen, arms around each other's waists. I tell him the Mount McMansion thing, and he does his cute laugh where his head jerks to the right. He's adorable.
"Heyguys," says a sleep-hazed Allie. "Theresbagelsinthefreezerjustdefrostem." She sounds as tired as I feel. I couldn't sleep last night, too busy dreaming about my beautiful boyfriend.
"Thanks, Allie. Did you sleep at all?"
"No." says an equally tired Jasmine. "She kept me up all night going on and on about how awesome this is gonna be." She laughs.
"Eatyourdamnbagelswesavedemforyou." Allie attempts to say.
We get our bagels out and defrost them, talking in low tones and laughing the entire time, then look and find there is no cream cheese.
"Weateitall. Theresbutterthough."
"Oh, okay, haha. Thanks." I say.
Our bagels aren't half bad with no cream cheese, or maybe that's the thing about when you're really hungry, everything tastes good.
We act very cuddly at breakfast, causing Megan to pull us aside.
"Guys! When are you gonna tell them?"
"Later, later, we promise." I say.
"You better, Here."
"Yeah, yeah, Utah." Kris groans.
"Don't get smart with me, Arkansas." she says behind a grin. "If you two don't tell them, they'll piece it together pretty quick."
"We'll do it after the dress rehearsal tonight." Tomorrow night is the Top 13 show, and we're all singing songs by Michael Jackson, one of my most prominent musical influences. "Hey Utah, what are you singing?"
"Rockin' Robin. You?"
"Oh, that'll be amazing. I'm doing Black or White."
"You'll be great. Hey, Kris, what about you?"
"Remember The Time. It won't be as good as either of yours."
"Are you kidding, honey? It'll be fantastic. If you want, I'll run through it with you before tonight."
"Sounds good."
+•+•+
Breakfast is long over, we did some press events, and Arkansas and I are back in our room, lying on my bed, kissing. We get so distracted. We've got fifteen minutes before the dress rehearsal, and we're using it well, in my opinion.
We ran through our songs, and he found out that boys like me can never resist another boy with a guitar. He tried to convince me to strip during my song, saying that it was a pity to keep a body like mine hidden, but changed his mind because on second thought, he wanted me for himself.
"I'm all yours, baby, don't worry," I purr in his ear.
"Mmm, good to know." he says, brushing his lips against mine. "Oh shit, we gotta go!"
We walk down the stairs and halfway down I grab his face gently and poke my tongue in his mouth. His hands push up under my shirt, and we're both reluctant to pull away.
When we do, we find nine alarmed faces and two amused ones staring back at us. (Megan and Anoop have us figured out, both having walked in on us kissing before.)
"We, uh, we can explain." I say pathetically.
Megan looks at us expectantly.
"We're kinda...boyfriends...yeah." Kris says with a smile.
"Cool!" says Allie, sunshiny as ever.
"Well, it's about time! Adam, this guy was going nuts during Top 36 for you." Matt tells me.
Everyone else voices their approval, even Danny.
"You guys are happy together, it's cool." he says with a smile.
Kris and I arrive at the dress rehearsal hand in hand, everyone else ahead of us.
Lil goes first, with a showstopping version of "The Way You Make Me Feel." Scott proves just how talented he is with "Keep The Faith." Then it's Kris' turn. He totally kills "Remember the Time," and holds my hand as we watch the others. Little Allie sings amazingly well on "Give In To Me," and her friend Jasmine sounds beautiful on "I'll Be There." Danny OWNS his version of "P.Y.T.", and soon it's my turn. I walk out to the opening music of "Black or White", and before I know it it's over and my new friends are in awe. Well, my new friends and my devastatingly hot boyfriend. He gives me a congratulatory kiss on the lips as Matt walks out. His "Human Nature" is so, so great. I give him a man-hug when he comes back, and at the end of the night it's unanimous: the best performance was Alexis's stellar version of "Dirty Diana." She didn't like it, though, preferring mine and Matt's, but she is so winning this.
We decide to have a post-first-semifinal-dress-rehearsal party in the huge media room. Allie's iPod gets plugged in and an old Kanye West song comes on.
work it make it do it makes us harder better faster stronger
Matt drags Kris and me over to get drinks and some sort of snack.
"So I take it you two had a wild night of looove last night?"
"Not exactly." I say.
"More like intense makeouts, Anoop walking in on us, and sleeping in the same bed." says my gorgeous boy.
"Oh, you're taking it slow. Gotcha. You know, Kristopher, I could talk to Adam for hours about how you lusted after him before now."
"Oh, really?" I say cheekily. "I was pretty hot for you, too, Arkansas." I brush my lips against his cheek.
"HEY! LOVERS AND MATTHEW! PEOPLE ARE THIRSTY!" shouts Danny playfully.
"WE'RE COMING, DANIEL, JEEZ, KEEP YOUR PANTS ON." yells Matt, mock-angry. We come back with a liter of Coke and some m&ms, the best we could do for now.
"Hey, guys, let's play Truth or Dare!" Allie suggests. She loves that game.
We agree, and Jorge goes first.
"Okay, uh, Alexis, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to lick the wall."
"Ew!" we all exclaim, but she does it. "That wall tastes nasty. Okay, uh, Lil, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Okay, if you could tell the judges anything, what would it be?"
"Probably 'shut the hell up, life is short and I'm not getting any younger'?" she says, causing us to howl with laughter. "Okay. Danny, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Go get out your phone, call Ryan Seacrest and propose."
"WHAT?!"
"Do it."
"Fine." He gets his phone, and is put through to voicemail. "Um, yeah, hi, Ryan, this is Danny Gokey. Um, so these two weeks I've known you have been great and I, uh, will you marry me?" He hangs up quickly. By this point, we're all stifling our laughter.
"I'm getting you back for that, Lil. Okay, Kris, truth or dare?"
"Um, truth."
"What's something none of us know but you about Adam?"
"Oh, crap." I say dramatically, smiling. He could totally ruin me, but he won't.
"He has the nicest six-pack I've ever seen."
A chorus of 'Ooh!'s come from the girls, and Danny says "Would you like to prove that, Adam?"
"Let's go swimming."
+•+•+
We go back to our rooms to change, then Allie brings the iPod dock out to the table by the rooftop pool.
"You are a naughty boy, Arkansas." I tell my boyfriend.
"Hey, you're the one who suggested swimming!" he says, bringing up a good point.
"You know you wanted me to."
"So badly."
We reach the pool, and everyone's already in the water. "I Know You Want Me" comes on, purely by coincidence.
"Whoa! Kris, you were right! Adam does have a great six-pack! You two are the buffest couple ever." Allie exclaims.
"Point proven." says Danny.
Megan and Alexis whistle at us, Lil does a double take and Jasmine falls in the water.
"Sorry, he's taken." Kris says, leaning up and kissing me sweetly with lips that taste like Coke. Mmm. I love Coke.
"One, two, three!" He pulls me along with him and we jump in the pool.
"AAAH!" I exclaim when we come up for air. "Fuckin' freezing--ope, not anymore." I lean my head back into you-know-who, whose arms are wrapped around my waist from behind. "Hey, Arkansas, baby." I kiss his cheek and smile stupidly at his adorable face.
"Hey." he says affectionately, smiling right back.
"Okay, it's official. ADAM LAMBERT AND KRIS ALLEN ARE THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER!" a still-dry Matt shouts into the sky over the nasally voice of Britney Spears singing about a circus, and we pull him in the water with us.
"SO COLD! You guys suck. OKAY, NEVER MIND! MEGAN AND ANOOP ARE!"
"What? We're not even a couple." says Anoop. ...yet. Doesn't mean I don't wanna be.
"NO, ADAM AND KRIS STILL ARE!"
"YES, YES WE ARE." I shout.
"NO, ME AND PETE WENTZ ARE! IN MY MIND!" Allie wishes.
"Hmm, I don't know, I still think it's me and Adam. Pete Wentz is too old for you, sweetie."
"Yeah, my studly boy from Arkansas speaks the truth. Arkansas is really fun to say. Arkansas, Arkansas, Arkansas."
"You know what else is fun to say? Let's go make out."
I love his feisty side.
We go around to the side of the house, and he pushes me against the wall, planting his lips where they belong. He licks into my mouth wet and sloppy, and I moan in ecstasy.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good," I say when we come up for air.
"Want more?"
"Yes, please."
He gives me more, much more, and we come back when we hear the music turned up louder. It's way past our curfew, but no one seems to care. They have apparently started a dance party without us. Fall Out Boy is blasting from the speakers, and everyone's just kind of moving awkwardly from side to side.
They don't notice we've arrived until I start grinding on my boyfriend's fine ass. He's liking it a lot, apparently, judging by his little sounds of pleasure.
"Uh, guys? We've got minors here!" Guess who that was?
"Oh, relax, Mikey. Kids at my school do way worse in public." Allie says nonchalantly.
"Yeah, same here. It's cool, let them grind." says Jasmine with equal ease. We could call them Alasmine.
So we keep grinding, and damn, it feels good. Then, a familiar voice chuckles from the doorway.
"Um, Danny? I appreciate your honesty, but I'm not marrying you."
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[Kris POV]
"Um, Danny? I appreciate your honesty, but I'm not marrying you."
Ryan Seacrest just showed up, about to tell us it's way past our curfew, and what is he greeted by? All of us in swimming attire, Megan and Anoop having a 'friendly conversation' in the corner, Matt on the phone with his girlfriend and looking distraught, music blasting out of the speakers and, oh yeah, Adam grinding on my ass. The host of our show forgets all about Danny's voicemail when he sees us.
"Adam? Kris? I didn't know you guys were together!"
"Surprise!" we say awkwardly.
"Well, you're adorable. But I thought you had a wife, Kris..."
"YOU HAVE A WIFE?" says basically everyone.
"We're getting divorced!" I Turn to Adam. "I would never put you in that position."
"I know, baby."
"Well, all your handlers are gonna give you hell in the morning, so go pretend to be asleep, guys!"
"Oh, fine, Seacrest." says Allie.
"FUCK!" yells Matt, hanging up his phone so forcefully it falls in the pool, and once it has, he reiterates his last statement.
Apparently, they had a fight.
Adam and I trudge up to our room, laughing.
"He sure picked an awkward time, huh?" my boyfriend says.
"For sure. He ruined all my fun."
"I'm sorry. Will showering together make it better?"
"Mmm. What do you think, baby?"
"I think my Arkansexy is feeling a little frisky."
"Rar." I say in a lame attempt to sound frisky.
We jump in the shower with all our clothes on, and Adam undresses me slowly, like he's, I don't know, savoring me or something.
"And you thought I had nice abs? Please. Not compared to you." he says shakily as I remove his wet clothes.
"No, mine are nothing compared to yours, baby. And your ass is better too."
"I'll never agree with you on that one, considering how sexy an ass you have, so let's just get showered--"
I kiss him so hard I'm afraid it'll bruise, but I'm holding his head so he doesn't knock it into the wall.
"Shut up," I say, sticky-sweet. "We've got plenty of time."
"Good thing, too." he says in a low voice, then, as if involuntarily, he drags his hand down to my already hard cock, lets it linger there, then drags it back up.
"You--are such--a fucking--tease." I say, breathless.
"You like it," he whispers right next to my ear, burrowing his nose in my wet hair. I have no idea how much water we've wasted, but I don't care.
"Hell yes I do. Now let me return the favor for before."
I turn him around and press my erection into his ass, causing him to moan. He sounds so beautiful.
"You like that, baby?"
"Ohhhh, yes, more please."
I roll my hips up once,
twice,
three times
until he moans my name.
I don't tell him, but I know I'm in love.
+•+•+
It's the day of the show, and we're all beat from night swimming until 1:30 am.
Well, me and Adam are also tired from a night of almost-lovemaking. We came so close before both of us remembered we're "taking it slow." I hate that. I want so badly to tell him I love him, to know if he feels the same, but I don't want to freak him out.
Today is also the day his ex calls. He stays on the phone for an hour. Really. I walk by him a couple times and he doesn't even fucking notice. And it's at 6:39, a half hour into the call, that I hear my favorite sound in the world. The same one I got out of him at 3 am. This time it sounds angry, and I can't help but think maybe, just maybe they're having aggressive phone sex?
I almost walk in there and curse whoever it is out, when he comes out of our room and sees me sitting on the downstairs sofa.
"Hey, Arkansas!"
I don't answer.
"Baby?"
It kills me to think he's cheating on me.
He runs down the stairs and rushes to my side.
"Kris, are you okay? Did I do something? Tell me what I did, I'll make it up to you somehow."
"Come outside." I say quietly.
We walk out the French doors to one of the four decks.
"Baby, seriously. What's the matter?"
"You were on the phone with Brad today, right?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"You really want to know?"
"Yes, I do."
"He wanted to get back with me. And do you wanna know what I told him?"
"What?"
"I told him too late, I'm with a studly Southern boy now."
"Oh."
"What did you think happened, baby?"
"I heard you moaning."
"Come here." He wraps his arms around me and I lean back into his chest. "I was not having phone sex with the guy. I was groaning at him because he wouldn't let me finish a sentence. But look, Kris. I know it's only been three days, but there's something I should say. At the end of that phone call, I--"
"You got back with him. You're breaking up with me. I get it, Adam. You don't have to tell me it didn't happen that way to spare my feelings or whatever."
I break away and walk to the other end of the deck.
"Arkan--Kris--please, listen to me. I'm not back with my ex-boyfriend. I'm definitely not breaking up with you. What I was going to say," he says, voice full of pain, as I turn around slowly, reluctantly, "is that... I love you, Arkansas. I'm in love with you and I'm never letting you go. That's what I told him at the end of the call. Okay? Now you can freak out. Call me a psycho. Whatever you want to do. But at least you'll--"
I press my lips to his mouth and entwine my tongue with his.
"--know." he says, dazed, when we pull away.
"I love you too."
"You do?"
"You really don't believe me? Well, let me try again."
I kiss him again, and his fingers are in my hair, my hands are on his back under his shirt, and his other hand is on the back of my neck.
"Screw taking it slow. I fucking love you and I don't care what people are gonna say." he says genuinely.
"I love fucking you. I mean I fucking love you too. Man, that was Freudian."
He laughs. "I can't wait to love fucking you. Wanna start tonight?"
"Definitely. I think we gotta go, but I'm ready when you are, baby."
We get to the van hand in hand, gazing into each other's eyes. The other Idols tease us for a little ("Oh, man, Adam, I don't think I want to know what you guys were doing." says Alexis with a cheeky grin) but pretty soon they move on to other subjects and my boy leans his head on my shoulder.
"I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you." he whispers, sending tingles down my spine.
"I love you too. More."
"Mmm," He pauses to kiss me on the cheek. "Not possible, Arkansexy."
"Oh, but it is, my dear!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Yeah-huh!"
"No way."
"Yes way."
"Umm...guys?"
We turn around to see our friends standing outside the van, waiting for us.
"Wanna get out of the van this year?" Lil jokes.
"Oh, fine." we groan in unison.
+•+•+
Our first semifinal show comes and goes, and we all do great. It's really hard to tell who'll go home. I hope I don't. I'm confident it won't be Adam, he's a fucking god, and the judges love him. Not as much as I do, though.
We have an actual party that night, at the rooftop pool again, and Matt turns off his phone. "I do not want another fight with my girlfriend tonight."
We all make sounds of sympathy, then sounds of anger as Danny cannonballs into the pool, splashing us all.
"Oh shit, Lambert, did I ruin your eyeliner? I'm sorry." he says, joking. Despite their differences, he and Adam have become good friends. Not so with Mike, though they get along fine.
"Don't sweat it, Gokey, I put hot sauce in your eggs this morning."
"REALLY?!"
Adam laughs. "No. It was ketchup. But your face just now was totally priceless."
"Grr! I don't wanna have to get out of here!"
"Oh, don't worry, you won't."
And with that, my boyfriend does a swan dive into the pool.
"Come and get me!"
"Nah. Too tired. Hey, where's that volleyball net?"
"I'll go get it." Jorge offers. When he gets back, we put it up over the pool and pick teams. Alexis and Danny are captains. She picks first. "Okay...I pick Anoop, Lil, Matt, and Kradam. What? They're practically one person now!" We decide to call ourselves Team Awesome.
Allie, Jasmine, Jorge, Danny and Megan are Team AwesomER, and Michael and Scott are the refs.
"You're going down," says Allie.
"Not a chance." Matt retorts. "We'll see who's the awesomest.."
Our team serves, and half an hour later, Team Awesome is beating Team AwesomER 3 - 2.
"Game point!" shouts Alexis as she serves the beach ball over the net. Jasmine in the back spikes it to Danny in the front, who spikes it to our side, Anoop hits it like I've never seen anyone hit anything, and we win!
"YES!" Matt shouts. We all high five each other and I kiss Adam. Surprise, surprise. He doesn't seem to be getting tired of it, though. Megan takes the volleyball net back to where it belongs, and somehow we all end up sitting on the side of the pool playing Truth or Dare again. Allie goes first.
"Hmm...okay, Anoop, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to pick one person here, other than me, and tell them one thing you love about them and one thing they do that bugs the shit out of you."
"Okay. Megan. I love how we can talk about anything at all and you can see the funny side, and the way you laugh. And the thing you do that bugs me is...you're kind of oblivious sometimes."
"To what?" she asks him.
"Uh...the fact that I really really like you and maybe we could be more than friends?"
Megan smiles and scoots over to sit next to him. "I thought you'd never ask."
"Aaahhh! Too many couples!" jokes Lil.
"You know you love it." Adam says, then nuzzles my neck. He's the sweetest. God, I sound like a high-school girl, but it's true.
"Okay, I gotta pick someone now?" says a very happy Anoop, Megan's arm now wrapped around his shoulders. "Okay. Adam, truth or dare?"
"Dare, duh."
"All right, just checkin'. Okay, uh, same thing Allie told me."
"Gotcha. Okay, Matt Giraud. Here it comes. You're one of my best friends here, and you're one of the funniest people I know. But the thing that bugs me is that ever since the fight with your girlfriend, you've been really mopey and you won't tell us what happened!"
Matt sighs. "You guys don't wanna know, it'd just bring everyone down."
"But we wanna help you!" Alexis chimes in. "You're our friend and if you can't tell us, who can you tell?"
Another sigh. "Good point, Lex. And Adam. Okay, so what happened was," he pauses to take a deep breath, "she called last night and totally went off on me about how I haven't called her yet, and who was I cheating on her with, even though I wasn't, and how if she found out who it was she'd kick their ass. She just kept yelling and swearing at me. Finally, I was like, 'I can't take this anymore.' So I hung up, called her the next day and broke up with her. She was not happy. And I hated hurting her, you know? She was a part of my life for three years. But she went totally psycho."
"I'm sorry, Matt." I say. "That sort of thing happened to me earlier this year, with my almost-ex-wife. Only she wasn't screaming at me for supposedly cheating on her, she just hated my guts. And then I found out she was cheating on me." I take a deep breath, and turn to Adam, grabbing his hand. "Baby, that's why I freaked out on you after you talked to your ex. I didn't want to lose you, too."
"Oh, honey, if I'd known, I wouldn't have even picked up the phone! I couldn't stand seeing you like that." He gives me the biggest hug imaginable.
"Aww!" Allie squeals.
"Kris, how long were you and your wife together?" Matt asks me.
"Dated for seven years, married for...five months."
"Daaang! I'm sorry, man."
"That's okay, I was fed up with her, too." I say, laughing.
"This group has relationship issues." Jasmine giggles.
"Haha, that's true. I miss Sophia." Danny says, referencing his late wife.
"Completely understandable. I'm so sorry, Danny." Scott sympathizes. We all say similar stuff.
"Thanks, guys. Hey, what time is it?"
Lil checks her watch. "11 pm. Relax, it's not the morning yet. Who wants to go cook something semi-good? I hate this healthy crap they give us."
We agree to Lil's master plan, deciding to raid the stash of cake mix and bake a cake-like thing. We're doing fine until Matt hits me in the face with frosting. I let Adam lick it off, then grab a huge glob and throw it back, missing Matt and hitting Alexis.
"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh? It's on, Allen."
"Bring it, Grace." I say.
"Don't forget Giraud!"
"Lambert's going far, far away."
"Rounds just wants to bake the damn cake!"
"Somebody shield me!"
"I got you, Iraheta."
"Thanks, Desai."
Soon, we're all hurling frosting at each other and calling each other by our last names (middle name if you're Megan). And did I mention we haven't changed clothes since the pool?
"Whatcha gonna do now, Gokey?"
"Hmm, I don't know, Lambert, hit you with frosting?"
"Ooh, I'm so skerd. Ow. That's really cold."
"Get over here, Sarver."
"No way, Murray. I'm a little scared of you right now."
"Hey, Iraheta! Duck! Oh, too late."
"Man, Giraud, you couldn't have warned me five seconds earlier?!"
"MacIntyre wants to know where the cake is."
Finally the cake is done, we make more frosting, and take a look at ourselves in the mirror.
"Oh, Allen, you're so sexy with frosting all over you."
"Ditto, Lambert. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Oh jeez, Iraheta, thanks to you my hair has a slight blue color!"
"You're welcome, Sarver. Looks good. Might wanna borrow some of Adam's dye."
"Hey Gokey, you got something on your face there."
"Shut up, Giraud..."
"Hey Desai, wanna come back to my room after this?"
"Definitely, Joy."
"This cake is surprisingly good."
"All cake is good, Grace."
"You have a point, MacIntyre."
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[Adam POV]
We all get up to our rooms at around 2 am, covered in frosting and happy as clams.
"So," I grab Kris's shoulders once we're alone, "ready to find out if you love fucking me?"
"Definitely. I know I will, but if we put it off any longer we'll both go insane."
"Oh, I'll be driving you insane anyway." I say seductively. "Look at you, all covered in delicious frosting."
"You want to lick it off, don't you?"
"So much."
"Go ahead, baby."
I run my tongue slowly from his waistband to his rock-hard abs to his ridiculously sexy chest, pausing to suck just a little bit on both his nipples.
"Oh, fuck, Adam," he pants. "You're so hot."
"I meant it when I said the frosting look is sexy on you. God, you taste so good!"
I keep licking and sucking. This boy has frosting everywhere above the waist, and considering how amazing our cake tasted, he's just so luscious. I want to fuck him so, so bad.
"Okay, now I lick off your frosting." he says, and I'm more than happy to oblige. Oh, shit. Oh fucking shit. This feels amazing. I'm so hard right now. It's all I can do to let him finish before I get down on my knees and suck his swollen cock. Oh my god, he's teasing my nipples now, holyfuckingshit. He bites gently at my hipbone, and I nearly lose it.
"Fuck me," I moan.
"Your wish is my command."
He lays me down on one of our beds, I don't know which one and I really don't care. Now he's massaging the tip of my pulsating erection and I'm reduced to a puddle of, I don't know, sex or something.
"You're so hard for me, baby. Oh, God, I want you so much. Wanna grab your huge, throbbing cock and suck it till you come all over us. Wanna fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked, wanna feel you all around me, wanna hear you scream my name..."
"I will, I will, oh god please fuck me, Kris, please, I need you so bad..."
He opens me up and sticks one finger, then two, then three, into my ass.
"Oh, that feels so good, baby, holy shit, oh, oh, Kris..."
He takes them out and replaces them with his cock, ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
He thrusts once, twice, and moans along with me.
"Oh god, I'm gonna...OH FUCK, KRIS, YES!!"
"AADDDAAAMMMM!"
We fall back onto the bed, completely spent.
"That was...amazing." he says. "I *definitely* love fucking you."
"Good."
"I love you, Adam."
"I love you too, Kris."
I lean over and discover that his lips taste like frosting.
We fall asleep in each other's arms, and I've never been this happy.
+•+•+
Results night is upon us. I'm sitting in the makeup chair, getting my eyeliner done, though I much prefer doing it myself. Megan is next to me and we're chatting eagerly about the cake fiesta last night.
"It was fun calling everyone by their last names. We should keep doing that."
"Indeed we should, Lambert. It wasn't too fun getting all the frosting off, though."
"I don't know about that..."
"Kris licked it all off of you, didn't he?"
"No...yes. It was amazing." I turn to the makeup artist, who shrugs and promises not to repeat anything.
"And you licked it off of him."
"I did. And, uh, then we...uh..."
"What?"
"Had sex." I say super-fast.
"You didn't." she says, shocked. I nod as if to say yeah, we did.
"OMG! Was it amazing?"
"Heaven. But enough about me, what about you and Noop?"
"Surprisingly, we just talked. I like him a lot, but I wasn't sure how to tell him."
"Aww. You're too cute. Well, I'm done here, so here's to hoping we don't go home." I hug my friend and find my boyfriend on the couch with his guitar, practicing a melody I've never heard, mumbling something about chord progressions and words that rhyme with 'love'.
"Hey, whatcha doing?"
"Oh shit. Hey, gorgeous. Uh, nothing."
"Okay, I'll take your word for it." I say, then lower my voice to a whisper. "But you hid your naughty side from me very well before last night."
"Expect to see that side of me every night." he whispers back.
"Ooh, I like 'em feisty. So, let me just say you are a freakin' god in bed. Seriously. You fucked me gooood, baby."
"I did, didn't I? I guess we make a great team, because you're a god too. I love you, darling." He kisses my nose.
"I love you too." I angle down and meet his lips, about to start a game of tongue hockey when--
"Hey guys!" says Allie, coming over to us with Jasmine in tow. "I'm excited. Are you excited? This is exciting. Yay! Well, I'm kinda nervous. It's sorta scary. I mean, the stage is so big and Ryan's all "after the break" and...I'd rather not go home."
"Me either," Arkansas, Jasmine and I say in unison.
We talk for a few more minutes, mostly Allie because she can talk anyone into the next millennium, and then we have to assemble backstage for our group number, a medley of "I Want You Back" and "ABC". It turns out all right, but group numbers are never a good idea with thirteen people.
Eventually we take our seats on the sofas.
"Kris Allen, would you please stand up?"
I cross my fingers.
"You sang 'Remember The Time.'"
Ryan repeats what the judges said, as if we need to be reminded of how we did.
"After the nationwide vote, Kris Allen..."
Wait for it...
"You are safe!"
YES! I hug him when he sits back down.
"Adam Lambert, would you please stand up?"
Oh, fuck.
"Adam, you sang 'Black or White.'"
Blah blah.
"After the nationwide vote, Adam Lambert, you....are...SAFE!"
Phew. I sit back down and Arkansas almost kisses me, but makes a good save by turning his head and hugging me, remembering no one knows yet.
One by one, the safe zone expands--Matt, Allie, Anoop, Megan, Scott, Lil, Michael, Danny, Alexis--until we discover that Jasmine and Jorge will be going home. We're all sad; they became our friends, and it will feel empty without them, but Allie's especially devastated. Jasmine is her best friend even outside the show. They share a tearful goodbye after our sendoff dinner, and we all comfort her afterwards. Naturally, she latches onto the remaining girls, but we're all becoming closer. Matty's back to his funny, happy self, and Megan and Anoop are trying out this couple thing.
"It's working well for you guys," Anoop says to me.
We're all practicing our songs for the next show--country week. Ugh! Country is so far from my jam. Oh, well... I'll think of something.
Rating: R/NC-17 overall. Some parts of this are totally G though.
Word Count: This is one long-ass fic, let's put it that way.
Pairing: Kradam, Giralbert/Kradamegan friendship, Meganoop, later Simon/Paula and Archuheta
Disclaimer: None of this is mine. I firmly believe it happened along these lines, but still, I own nothing and no one.
Summary: A week-by-week account of what really happened in the Idol Mansion, and why Kradam chose the songs they did.
Author's Note: First fic ever published, so go easy on me, eh? I love these boys and they're so fun to write. This is a WIP, but I'm a fast updater and it's all already written. Title's from The Way You Make Me Feel by Michael Jackson, obviously. All titles for this series will be from songs that one of the contestants sang that week. Series title is from You Found Me by The Fray. Hope you like it! <3 Mods, can I get me an author tag?
[Kris POV]
I walk into the gigantic house I'll be living in for the next three months and grin like an idiot. It's so far from home and from what I grew up knowing. They give us the room assignments and I'm overjoyed when I find I've been paired with Adam, the sexy black-haired rock god who totally owned that Stones number in Top 36 week. I've had such a huge crush ever since then. I've never been attracted to a man before, but I could definitely get used to it. Stop it, Kris. I think to myself. You are about to get divorced, for Christ's sake! I'd just have to try and control myself as long as I could hold out for.
"Hey, uh, Kris?"
I snap out of my Adam-induced daze, only to look up at my glittery, smiling roommate himself, waiting patiently with his countless bags of luggage.
"You ready to move in?" he says, like it'll take days. Hell, it probably will.
"Oh, um, uh, yeah. Let's go." I say, flustered, a bright-red blush creeping up my face. He notices, but doesn't say anything until we get up the first of many flights of stairs.
"Hey, now. It's okay, no need to be nervous. I'm a scary dude, but I don't bite unless you like it." he says suggestively.
"Oh, uh, that's not, uh, um, that's not why...agh, never mind," I say, getting a laugh from Adam and a twinge in my stomach.
When we get there, I'm amazed. It's totally different from what I'm used to.
"Never seen anything like this, have you? Me either. Hey, where are you from, Kris?"
"Conway, Arkansas." I say shyly.
"A Southern boy! Yummy. Oh, Jesus, I just said that out loud, I'm sorry...shit, it's just...I say that kinda stuff to my friends all the time...uh...yeah." he stammers, smiling nervously.
"Here." He laughs. "I could see my apartment from where we roomed during Top 36."
"Wow, that's cool. So have you lived here your whole life?"
"Nah. Born in Indianapolis, raised in San Diego. Which bed do you want?"
The one you're in. Damn my treacherous mind. Another blush slowly takes over my face. "Uh...um...I don't care, you can have whichever one you want." And me. You can have me.
"Thanks, buddy." He smiles. I melt a little inside. "Hey, so, Kris-from-Conway-Arkansas, I hear we're having a little get-to-know-each-other party soon. We should unpack and get ready." I could have sworn he winked when he said "get-to-know-each-other". It's clear I've fallen hard, and it hasn't even been that long.
"Oh, yeah, uh, sure."
I tug on the first things I can think of; a brown v-neck and dark wash jeans. I hope Adam-from-here doesn't think I'm boring. I decide to wait for him.
A half hour later, he comes out of the bathroom, looking devastatingly sexy in black jeans and a black shirt with a tattoo design on it. I'm doomed.
"Hey, Arkansas." He smiles. More melting on my part. He takes in my outfit, and he frowns. Oh shit. He hates it. I really thought I was doing well...
"The girls'll be all over you." he says with a--could it be?--disappointed sigh. "I'm gonna be honest, you look hot."
"Thanks," I manage to say despite my momentary mental block because oh my god, my crush just said I looked hot! I feel like a fucking teenage girl. Hell, I practically am one. "You do too."
"Thanks. Come on, let's go." I could swear the great Adam-from-here was blushing. I could swear a lot of things, but it won't do anything.
We're the last ones down there, and my friend Matt (mine and Adam-from-here's mutual friend, it turns out) is the first to speak.
"Glad you finally showed up, boys."
Oh, shit. I forgot Matt knows about my crush on Adam-from-here.
"We're playing Truth or Dare!" says a little girl with magenta hair, giggling. "I'm Allison Iraheta, but call me Allie, son." she says, getting laughs from everyone. "I'm 16, from around here." I like her already.
"Cool," my roommate says. "I'm Adam Lambert. 27. I'm from here, too!" He and Allie exchange a high five.
"What about you?" Allie says, turning to me. "You're...um. Kris, or something, right?"
"Yeah, good job," I say. "Kris Allen. I'm 23 from Arkansas."
Adam grins at me. I feel like a Popsicle left out in the sun, he makes me melt so much.
More introductions follow--the guy with the glasses is Danny Gokey, 28, from Milwaukee; the guy with the UNC sweatshirt is Anoop Desai, 23, from Chapel Hill, North Carolina; the blonde with the tattoos is Megan-Joy-formerly-Corkrey, 24, from Utah; the feisty, petite blonde with pink streaks is Alexis Grace, 21, from Tennessee; the other little girl, sitting with Allie, is Jasmine Murray, 16, from Missouri; the large guy with the sweet face is Michael Sarver, 27, from Texas; the woman with the photo album of her kids is Lil Rounds, 26, from the same place as Alexis, the two curly-haired guys are Scott MacIntyre, 23, from (appropriately) Scottsdale, Arizona, and Jorge Núñez, 20, from Puerto Rico.
"Let's keep playing!" says Allie. Energetic kid. "Megan, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to...yell "SIMON COWELL CAN SHOVE IT WHERE IT COUNTS!" out the window."
"Fine." She walks over to the window. "SIMON COWELL CAN SHOVE IT WHERE IT COUNTS!" She turns back around. "Kris from Arkansas, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Are you attracted to anyone in this room?"
I pause. Oh, what the hell. "Yes. Okay--"
"Hold on." she says. "Who?"
"Later. Adam from Here, truth or dare?"
"Dare." he says, raising his eyebrows.
Here goes nothing.
"Kiss me."
Everyone stops talking. He leans over, planting one on my mouth and lingering just long enough to let me know he knows.
The room goes quiet and he starts to laugh. "Haha, oh man, I made it awkward, didn't I? Sorry about that. I figured it was pointless to hide it from my housemates."
"Hide what?" asks Anoop.
"Uh, the fact that I'm totally gay."
Fucking yes. I'm rooming with next year's shoo-in for People's Sexiest Man Alive, who I just happen to have a huge whopping crush on, is an amazing kisser, and just happens to like boys. My life rocks right now.
"Oh. Why would that be awkward?"
"Cause you all got quiet when I kissed Arkansas."
"I asked you to!" I protest. They all ignore me.
"It was fine. Just...unexpected."
"It's not awkward, bro." says Matt.
"Yeah, we're good." Allie says, smiling.
The rest of the girls warm to him immediately, as do all the guys but Danny and Michael. Turns out they don't like homosexuality too much.
"Guys," he says once they're alone, "I get that gayness is against your religion or whatever, and that's okay, just don't push it on me. I think we can be friends."
They evidently agree, and he walks over to me, the only one left, and sits me down on the couch.
"You don't have a problem, do you?"
"No, of course not! I asked you to kiss me. But...do you have a boyfriend?"
"Not right now, no. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No. I'm actually almost divorced from my wife."
"Holy shit, Arkansas. That's heavy stuff."
I shrug my shoulders. "Not really. We'd been fighting for a while, and both of us are ready to move on."
"So..." Adam lounges back, exposing his throat and grinning.. "Why'd you dare me to kiss you? Was it just to see if I'd do it?"
"No." Oh, jeez. Here comes Kris the Tomato. "I'm kind of insanely attracted to you."
He scoots closer. "Really?"
"Really."
"Well, now that you've said that, Arkansas..." he says, and then he kisses me again, softly, catching my bottom lip between his two. "I'm insanely attracted to you, too. Have been ever since I saw you do that MJ song in Top 36."
I've died and gone to heaven.
"Same here, only you, uh, you did the Stones. Can I be your boyfriend?"
He looks me straight in the eyes. "Oh, God, yes. Can I kiss you again?"
"Yes. As much as you want."
So he does. He kisses me for a good solid seven minutes, only stopping when we hear a raspy voice say "Well, you two look cozy." It's Megan. "So how did this come about?"
"Well, I've been wanting him and dreaming about him since the first week after Hollywood." Adam says, grinning hugely.
"I'm, uh, kind of insanely attracted to him."
She chuckles. "You two are so cute.. So are you on the DL, or do you plan to tell the others?"
I look at my new boyfriend. "I think we should tell them."
"You're probably right, Arkansas."
"Arkansas?" Megan says, laughing. "So I'm Utah?"
"If you wanna be. It's just my cute little name for him."
"Aww. Would you be Here, then?" she teases Adam. "Just kidding. I'm gonna finish unpacking. Bye, crazy kids."
"Bye, Utah!" we say in unison.
"So...uh...um...wanna help each other finish unpacking?"
"That's probably a good idea."
We walk up the stairs into our room. "Wait. If I'm Arkansas, would you be Here or San Diego or My Bed?" I say cheekily.
"Whoa there," he says, worrying me. Did I take it too far? "First we unpack. Then I get in bed with you."
Phew.
"Don't worry your gorgeous head, Arkansas. I want you just as much as you want me, maybe more. I'm just glad you're not, like, nineteen. Mmm, I get a real man." he says happily, giving me butterflies in the pit of my stomach.
"You do, you definitely do. Here's your...uh...glittery gunky stuff." I say affectionately, kissing his ear and handing him a tube with strange, dangerous-looking stuff in it.
"Want some?"
"Uh...no offense, My Bed, but that kinda looks radioactive."
Adam shrugs cutely. "It probably is."
I look in his huge makeup bag. "Holy shit, Adam, how much stuff is IN here?"
"A lot. How do you think I make myself look so hot every day?"
"You don't need to, you already are. You're gorgeous."
"Aww, no I'm not. You're the gorgeous one, Arkansas. I mean, look at you with your big brown eyes and your fluffy hair and your freakin' beautiful smile..."
"No, you are. You really are."
"I know you are, but what am I?"
"The most beautiful man on the planet," I say adoringly, tugging his head down to mine and kissing him square on the mouth.
"Ech-hem?"
He tastes so good.
"ECH-HEM?"
I'm never letting go.
The door opens and we break away. Shit.
"I, uh, was just wondering if either of you had an extra toothbrush. The airport lost some of my luggage," a clearly startled Anoop says.
"Oh, um, yeah, here you go." Adam begins to fish around in his giant bag of personal hygiene stuff.
"This could take days," I whisper to our friend out of the corner of my mouth.
"Shut up, Arkansas." Adam says, chuckling. "Here you go, 'Noop. And sorry if that was extremely weird and awkward."
"No, I'm good. A lot of kids at UNC are gay, and you guys are my friends. Night." He smiles.
Once he's gone, I ask, "So. My Bed. You all unpacked?"
"Yeah, how about you, Arkansas?"
"Yup. Hold on a sec, let me get changed. Oh wait, never mind. Feel free to watch."
"Oh, I will."
I take off my shirt and I can not only see, but feel Adam staring at me.
"Okay, done."
"Dayum, Arkansas. I knew you were hot, but god, you are so sexy."
"Thanks. Okay, your turn, My Bed."
"No problem." he says, the picture of calm as he takes his shirt off to reveal freckles all over him, an amazing set of pecs and a toned, lickable six-pack. Holy shit. This guy is so hot it's intimidating. His pants are off and his legs are fantastic. His sweet, sweet ass, though clothed, is indescribable. I'm so freaking lucky he wants me.
"Adam?"
"Yeah?"
"You are so mine." I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight.
"I know. You're mine too, don't forget."
"And you think I'm hot? Excuse me, new boyfriend, but have you taken a look at yourself lately? You're smokin'. Seriously. I wanna lay you down on my bed and lick you all over, but we should probably take it slow."
"Yeah. We've only been together for...five hours, but I can promise you you're not just an Idol fling, Arkansexy." he says with a giggle, and slips his arm around me.
"Me too, Lambertlicious."
"And the lay-you-down-on-my-bed-and-lick-you-all-over thing goes both ways. I bet you taste great." He smacks me on the ass.
"Ow, that hurt so good," I say. "Ready for bed?"
"Whenever you are."
"Mine or yours?"
"Let's test 'em out," he says devilishly, and tackles me onto my bed, kissing me softly until I open my lips and let his eager tongue in. He explores my mouth like a cave, then pulls away, getting a groan of deprivation out of me.
"Come on, baby, let's try out mine."
We repeat what we did before on his bed, deciding it was more comfortable, and settling in. His lips are the softest thing ever, so pillowy and lush. I don't tell him this, but I think I'm in love.
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[Adam POV]
I settle into my bed with my amazing new boyfriend beside me. Kris is so, so hot. So flaming hot. But that's only part of what draws me to him. He's so generous and kind, giving up his seat in the car so Allie could ride shotgun the week our group performed in the top 36, and so brave, daring me to kiss him as a way of telling me how he felt. I can't get over the way he flushes bright pink when I call him Arkansexy, even though it's totally true.
I don't tell him this, but I think I'm in love. He said he wanted to take it slow, and I don't think he feels the same way quite yet.
I roll over on top of him.
"Hey."
He smiles. "Hey. Okay, as much as I'd love to fuck you tonight, it's been seven hours."
"I get it. I didn't ask you to, but you should know, one of these days I won't be able to control myself."
"Me either."
I get off of him and as soon as I have, he flips around, gets on top of me, and kisses me. He's good at that. It turns into a furious making-out session. Oh my god, he's beautiful.
Eventually we both lay back down on the bed, totally exhausted, and settle into a spooning position, me behind him.
"Mmm...night, Arkansas."
"Night, babe."
I had a dream he called me that once. I melt a little inside and plant my lips on the back of his neck, then fall asleep leaning into his shoulder.
I don't tell him this, but now I know I'm in love.
+•+•+
I wake up the next morning curled up against Kris, who, evidently, was waiting for me to get up.
"Hey," he says softly.
"Hey. You're still into me, right? That wasn't just a last-night thing?"
"Of course it wasn't, My Bed! No, you're amazing."
"HEY ADAM-FROM-HERE AND KRIS-FROM-ARKANSAS! WE WILL EAT YOUR FOOD IF YOU DON'T GET DOWN HERE SOON!!" yells a voice that sounds like Alexis'.
"What time is it?" I ask Kris.
"11:30 am."
"Oh shit, we better get down there."
We dress quickly, me in a gray shirt, dark wash skinny jeans and a studded belt and him in a blue plaid shirt and light-wash regular jeans, and start the long trek along Mount McMansion to the kitchen, arms around each other's waists. I tell him the Mount McMansion thing, and he does his cute laugh where his head jerks to the right. He's adorable.
"Heyguys," says a sleep-hazed Allie. "Theresbagelsinthefreezerjustdefrostem." She sounds as tired as I feel. I couldn't sleep last night, too busy dreaming about my beautiful boyfriend.
"Thanks, Allie. Did you sleep at all?"
"No." says an equally tired Jasmine. "She kept me up all night going on and on about how awesome this is gonna be." She laughs.
"Eatyourdamnbagelswesavedemforyou." Allie attempts to say.
We get our bagels out and defrost them, talking in low tones and laughing the entire time, then look and find there is no cream cheese.
"Weateitall. Theresbutterthough."
"Oh, okay, haha. Thanks." I say.
Our bagels aren't half bad with no cream cheese, or maybe that's the thing about when you're really hungry, everything tastes good.
We act very cuddly at breakfast, causing Megan to pull us aside.
"Guys! When are you gonna tell them?"
"Later, later, we promise." I say.
"You better, Here."
"Yeah, yeah, Utah." Kris groans.
"Don't get smart with me, Arkansas." she says behind a grin. "If you two don't tell them, they'll piece it together pretty quick."
"We'll do it after the dress rehearsal tonight." Tomorrow night is the Top 13 show, and we're all singing songs by Michael Jackson, one of my most prominent musical influences. "Hey Utah, what are you singing?"
"Rockin' Robin. You?"
"Oh, that'll be amazing. I'm doing Black or White."
"You'll be great. Hey, Kris, what about you?"
"Remember The Time. It won't be as good as either of yours."
"Are you kidding, honey? It'll be fantastic. If you want, I'll run through it with you before tonight."
"Sounds good."
+•+•+
Breakfast is long over, we did some press events, and Arkansas and I are back in our room, lying on my bed, kissing. We get so distracted. We've got fifteen minutes before the dress rehearsal, and we're using it well, in my opinion.
We ran through our songs, and he found out that boys like me can never resist another boy with a guitar. He tried to convince me to strip during my song, saying that it was a pity to keep a body like mine hidden, but changed his mind because on second thought, he wanted me for himself.
"I'm all yours, baby, don't worry," I purr in his ear.
"Mmm, good to know." he says, brushing his lips against mine. "Oh shit, we gotta go!"
We walk down the stairs and halfway down I grab his face gently and poke my tongue in his mouth. His hands push up under my shirt, and we're both reluctant to pull away.
When we do, we find nine alarmed faces and two amused ones staring back at us. (Megan and Anoop have us figured out, both having walked in on us kissing before.)
"We, uh, we can explain." I say pathetically.
Megan looks at us expectantly.
"We're kinda...boyfriends...yeah." Kris says with a smile.
"Cool!" says Allie, sunshiny as ever.
"Well, it's about time! Adam, this guy was going nuts during Top 36 for you." Matt tells me.
Everyone else voices their approval, even Danny.
"You guys are happy together, it's cool." he says with a smile.
Kris and I arrive at the dress rehearsal hand in hand, everyone else ahead of us.
Lil goes first, with a showstopping version of "The Way You Make Me Feel." Scott proves just how talented he is with "Keep The Faith." Then it's Kris' turn. He totally kills "Remember the Time," and holds my hand as we watch the others. Little Allie sings amazingly well on "Give In To Me," and her friend Jasmine sounds beautiful on "I'll Be There." Danny OWNS his version of "P.Y.T.", and soon it's my turn. I walk out to the opening music of "Black or White", and before I know it it's over and my new friends are in awe. Well, my new friends and my devastatingly hot boyfriend. He gives me a congratulatory kiss on the lips as Matt walks out. His "Human Nature" is so, so great. I give him a man-hug when he comes back, and at the end of the night it's unanimous: the best performance was Alexis's stellar version of "Dirty Diana." She didn't like it, though, preferring mine and Matt's, but she is so winning this.
We decide to have a post-first-semifinal-dress-rehearsal party in the huge media room. Allie's iPod gets plugged in and an old Kanye West song comes on.
work it make it do it makes us harder better faster stronger
Matt drags Kris and me over to get drinks and some sort of snack.
"So I take it you two had a wild night of looove last night?"
"Not exactly." I say.
"More like intense makeouts, Anoop walking in on us, and sleeping in the same bed." says my gorgeous boy.
"Oh, you're taking it slow. Gotcha. You know, Kristopher, I could talk to Adam for hours about how you lusted after him before now."
"Oh, really?" I say cheekily. "I was pretty hot for you, too, Arkansas." I brush my lips against his cheek.
"HEY! LOVERS AND MATTHEW! PEOPLE ARE THIRSTY!" shouts Danny playfully.
"WE'RE COMING, DANIEL, JEEZ, KEEP YOUR PANTS ON." yells Matt, mock-angry. We come back with a liter of Coke and some m&ms, the best we could do for now.
"Hey, guys, let's play Truth or Dare!" Allie suggests. She loves that game.
We agree, and Jorge goes first.
"Okay, uh, Alexis, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to lick the wall."
"Ew!" we all exclaim, but she does it. "That wall tastes nasty. Okay, uh, Lil, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Okay, if you could tell the judges anything, what would it be?"
"Probably 'shut the hell up, life is short and I'm not getting any younger'?" she says, causing us to howl with laughter. "Okay. Danny, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"Go get out your phone, call Ryan Seacrest and propose."
"WHAT?!"
"Do it."
"Fine." He gets his phone, and is put through to voicemail. "Um, yeah, hi, Ryan, this is Danny Gokey. Um, so these two weeks I've known you have been great and I, uh, will you marry me?" He hangs up quickly. By this point, we're all stifling our laughter.
"I'm getting you back for that, Lil. Okay, Kris, truth or dare?"
"Um, truth."
"What's something none of us know but you about Adam?"
"Oh, crap." I say dramatically, smiling. He could totally ruin me, but he won't.
"He has the nicest six-pack I've ever seen."
A chorus of 'Ooh!'s come from the girls, and Danny says "Would you like to prove that, Adam?"
"Let's go swimming."
+•+•+
We go back to our rooms to change, then Allie brings the iPod dock out to the table by the rooftop pool.
"You are a naughty boy, Arkansas." I tell my boyfriend.
"Hey, you're the one who suggested swimming!" he says, bringing up a good point.
"You know you wanted me to."
"So badly."
We reach the pool, and everyone's already in the water. "I Know You Want Me" comes on, purely by coincidence.
"Whoa! Kris, you were right! Adam does have a great six-pack! You two are the buffest couple ever." Allie exclaims.
"Point proven." says Danny.
Megan and Alexis whistle at us, Lil does a double take and Jasmine falls in the water.
"Sorry, he's taken." Kris says, leaning up and kissing me sweetly with lips that taste like Coke. Mmm. I love Coke.
"One, two, three!" He pulls me along with him and we jump in the pool.
"AAAH!" I exclaim when we come up for air. "Fuckin' freezing--ope, not anymore." I lean my head back into you-know-who, whose arms are wrapped around my waist from behind. "Hey, Arkansas, baby." I kiss his cheek and smile stupidly at his adorable face.
"Hey." he says affectionately, smiling right back.
"Okay, it's official. ADAM LAMBERT AND KRIS ALLEN ARE THE CUTEST COUPLE EVER!" a still-dry Matt shouts into the sky over the nasally voice of Britney Spears singing about a circus, and we pull him in the water with us.
"SO COLD! You guys suck. OKAY, NEVER MIND! MEGAN AND ANOOP ARE!"
"What? We're not even a couple." says Anoop. ...yet. Doesn't mean I don't wanna be.
"NO, ADAM AND KRIS STILL ARE!"
"YES, YES WE ARE." I shout.
"NO, ME AND PETE WENTZ ARE! IN MY MIND!" Allie wishes.
"Hmm, I don't know, I still think it's me and Adam. Pete Wentz is too old for you, sweetie."
"Yeah, my studly boy from Arkansas speaks the truth. Arkansas is really fun to say. Arkansas, Arkansas, Arkansas."
"You know what else is fun to say? Let's go make out."
I love his feisty side.
We go around to the side of the house, and he pushes me against the wall, planting his lips where they belong. He licks into my mouth wet and sloppy, and I moan in ecstasy.
"Oh, baby, that feels so good," I say when we come up for air.
"Want more?"
"Yes, please."
He gives me more, much more, and we come back when we hear the music turned up louder. It's way past our curfew, but no one seems to care. They have apparently started a dance party without us. Fall Out Boy is blasting from the speakers, and everyone's just kind of moving awkwardly from side to side.
They don't notice we've arrived until I start grinding on my boyfriend's fine ass. He's liking it a lot, apparently, judging by his little sounds of pleasure.
"Uh, guys? We've got minors here!" Guess who that was?
"Oh, relax, Mikey. Kids at my school do way worse in public." Allie says nonchalantly.
"Yeah, same here. It's cool, let them grind." says Jasmine with equal ease. We could call them Alasmine.
So we keep grinding, and damn, it feels good. Then, a familiar voice chuckles from the doorway.
"Um, Danny? I appreciate your honesty, but I'm not marrying you."
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[Kris POV]
"Um, Danny? I appreciate your honesty, but I'm not marrying you."
Ryan Seacrest just showed up, about to tell us it's way past our curfew, and what is he greeted by? All of us in swimming attire, Megan and Anoop having a 'friendly conversation' in the corner, Matt on the phone with his girlfriend and looking distraught, music blasting out of the speakers and, oh yeah, Adam grinding on my ass. The host of our show forgets all about Danny's voicemail when he sees us.
"Adam? Kris? I didn't know you guys were together!"
"Surprise!" we say awkwardly.
"Well, you're adorable. But I thought you had a wife, Kris..."
"YOU HAVE A WIFE?" says basically everyone.
"We're getting divorced!" I Turn to Adam. "I would never put you in that position."
"I know, baby."
"Well, all your handlers are gonna give you hell in the morning, so go pretend to be asleep, guys!"
"Oh, fine, Seacrest." says Allie.
"FUCK!" yells Matt, hanging up his phone so forcefully it falls in the pool, and once it has, he reiterates his last statement.
Apparently, they had a fight.
Adam and I trudge up to our room, laughing.
"He sure picked an awkward time, huh?" my boyfriend says.
"For sure. He ruined all my fun."
"I'm sorry. Will showering together make it better?"
"Mmm. What do you think, baby?"
"I think my Arkansexy is feeling a little frisky."
"Rar." I say in a lame attempt to sound frisky.
We jump in the shower with all our clothes on, and Adam undresses me slowly, like he's, I don't know, savoring me or something.
"And you thought I had nice abs? Please. Not compared to you." he says shakily as I remove his wet clothes.
"No, mine are nothing compared to yours, baby. And your ass is better too."
"I'll never agree with you on that one, considering how sexy an ass you have, so let's just get showered--"
I kiss him so hard I'm afraid it'll bruise, but I'm holding his head so he doesn't knock it into the wall.
"Shut up," I say, sticky-sweet. "We've got plenty of time."
"Good thing, too." he says in a low voice, then, as if involuntarily, he drags his hand down to my already hard cock, lets it linger there, then drags it back up.
"You--are such--a fucking--tease." I say, breathless.
"You like it," he whispers right next to my ear, burrowing his nose in my wet hair. I have no idea how much water we've wasted, but I don't care.
"Hell yes I do. Now let me return the favor for before."
I turn him around and press my erection into his ass, causing him to moan. He sounds so beautiful.
"You like that, baby?"
"Ohhhh, yes, more please."
I roll my hips up once,
twice,
three times
until he moans my name.
I don't tell him, but I know I'm in love.
+•+•+
It's the day of the show, and we're all beat from night swimming until 1:30 am.
Well, me and Adam are also tired from a night of almost-lovemaking. We came so close before both of us remembered we're "taking it slow." I hate that. I want so badly to tell him I love him, to know if he feels the same, but I don't want to freak him out.
Today is also the day his ex calls. He stays on the phone for an hour. Really. I walk by him a couple times and he doesn't even fucking notice. And it's at 6:39, a half hour into the call, that I hear my favorite sound in the world. The same one I got out of him at 3 am. This time it sounds angry, and I can't help but think maybe, just maybe they're having aggressive phone sex?
I almost walk in there and curse whoever it is out, when he comes out of our room and sees me sitting on the downstairs sofa.
"Hey, Arkansas!"
I don't answer.
"Baby?"
It kills me to think he's cheating on me.
He runs down the stairs and rushes to my side.
"Kris, are you okay? Did I do something? Tell me what I did, I'll make it up to you somehow."
"Come outside." I say quietly.
We walk out the French doors to one of the four decks.
"Baby, seriously. What's the matter?"
"You were on the phone with Brad today, right?"
"Yeah."
"Why?"
"You really want to know?"
"Yes, I do."
"He wanted to get back with me. And do you wanna know what I told him?"
"What?"
"I told him too late, I'm with a studly Southern boy now."
"Oh."
"What did you think happened, baby?"
"I heard you moaning."
"Come here." He wraps his arms around me and I lean back into his chest. "I was not having phone sex with the guy. I was groaning at him because he wouldn't let me finish a sentence. But look, Kris. I know it's only been three days, but there's something I should say. At the end of that phone call, I--"
"You got back with him. You're breaking up with me. I get it, Adam. You don't have to tell me it didn't happen that way to spare my feelings or whatever."
I break away and walk to the other end of the deck.
"Arkan--Kris--please, listen to me. I'm not back with my ex-boyfriend. I'm definitely not breaking up with you. What I was going to say," he says, voice full of pain, as I turn around slowly, reluctantly, "is that... I love you, Arkansas. I'm in love with you and I'm never letting you go. That's what I told him at the end of the call. Okay? Now you can freak out. Call me a psycho. Whatever you want to do. But at least you'll--"
I press my lips to his mouth and entwine my tongue with his.
"--know." he says, dazed, when we pull away.
"I love you too."
"You do?"
"You really don't believe me? Well, let me try again."
I kiss him again, and his fingers are in my hair, my hands are on his back under his shirt, and his other hand is on the back of my neck.
"Screw taking it slow. I fucking love you and I don't care what people are gonna say." he says genuinely.
"I love fucking you. I mean I fucking love you too. Man, that was Freudian."
He laughs. "I can't wait to love fucking you. Wanna start tonight?"
"Definitely. I think we gotta go, but I'm ready when you are, baby."
We get to the van hand in hand, gazing into each other's eyes. The other Idols tease us for a little ("Oh, man, Adam, I don't think I want to know what you guys were doing." says Alexis with a cheeky grin) but pretty soon they move on to other subjects and my boy leans his head on my shoulder.
"I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you." he whispers, sending tingles down my spine.
"I love you too. More."
"Mmm," He pauses to kiss me on the cheek. "Not possible, Arkansexy."
"Oh, but it is, my dear!"
"Nuh-uh."
"Yeah-huh!"
"No way."
"Yes way."
"Umm...guys?"
We turn around to see our friends standing outside the van, waiting for us.
"Wanna get out of the van this year?" Lil jokes.
"Oh, fine." we groan in unison.
+•+•+
Our first semifinal show comes and goes, and we all do great. It's really hard to tell who'll go home. I hope I don't. I'm confident it won't be Adam, he's a fucking god, and the judges love him. Not as much as I do, though.
We have an actual party that night, at the rooftop pool again, and Matt turns off his phone. "I do not want another fight with my girlfriend tonight."
We all make sounds of sympathy, then sounds of anger as Danny cannonballs into the pool, splashing us all.
"Oh shit, Lambert, did I ruin your eyeliner? I'm sorry." he says, joking. Despite their differences, he and Adam have become good friends. Not so with Mike, though they get along fine.
"Don't sweat it, Gokey, I put hot sauce in your eggs this morning."
"REALLY?!"
Adam laughs. "No. It was ketchup. But your face just now was totally priceless."
"Grr! I don't wanna have to get out of here!"
"Oh, don't worry, you won't."
And with that, my boyfriend does a swan dive into the pool.
"Come and get me!"
"Nah. Too tired. Hey, where's that volleyball net?"
"I'll go get it." Jorge offers. When he gets back, we put it up over the pool and pick teams. Alexis and Danny are captains. She picks first. "Okay...I pick Anoop, Lil, Matt, and Kradam. What? They're practically one person now!" We decide to call ourselves Team Awesome.
Allie, Jasmine, Jorge, Danny and Megan are Team AwesomER, and Michael and Scott are the refs.
"You're going down," says Allie.
"Not a chance." Matt retorts. "We'll see who's the awesomest.."
Our team serves, and half an hour later, Team Awesome is beating Team AwesomER 3 - 2.
"Game point!" shouts Alexis as she serves the beach ball over the net. Jasmine in the back spikes it to Danny in the front, who spikes it to our side, Anoop hits it like I've never seen anyone hit anything, and we win!
"YES!" Matt shouts. We all high five each other and I kiss Adam. Surprise, surprise. He doesn't seem to be getting tired of it, though. Megan takes the volleyball net back to where it belongs, and somehow we all end up sitting on the side of the pool playing Truth or Dare again. Allie goes first.
"Hmm...okay, Anoop, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
"I dare you to pick one person here, other than me, and tell them one thing you love about them and one thing they do that bugs the shit out of you."
"Okay. Megan. I love how we can talk about anything at all and you can see the funny side, and the way you laugh. And the thing you do that bugs me is...you're kind of oblivious sometimes."
"To what?" she asks him.
"Uh...the fact that I really really like you and maybe we could be more than friends?"
Megan smiles and scoots over to sit next to him. "I thought you'd never ask."
"Aaahhh! Too many couples!" jokes Lil.
"You know you love it." Adam says, then nuzzles my neck. He's the sweetest. God, I sound like a high-school girl, but it's true.
"Okay, I gotta pick someone now?" says a very happy Anoop, Megan's arm now wrapped around his shoulders. "Okay. Adam, truth or dare?"
"Dare, duh."
"All right, just checkin'. Okay, uh, same thing Allie told me."
"Gotcha. Okay, Matt Giraud. Here it comes. You're one of my best friends here, and you're one of the funniest people I know. But the thing that bugs me is that ever since the fight with your girlfriend, you've been really mopey and you won't tell us what happened!"
Matt sighs. "You guys don't wanna know, it'd just bring everyone down."
"But we wanna help you!" Alexis chimes in. "You're our friend and if you can't tell us, who can you tell?"
Another sigh. "Good point, Lex. And Adam. Okay, so what happened was," he pauses to take a deep breath, "she called last night and totally went off on me about how I haven't called her yet, and who was I cheating on her with, even though I wasn't, and how if she found out who it was she'd kick their ass. She just kept yelling and swearing at me. Finally, I was like, 'I can't take this anymore.' So I hung up, called her the next day and broke up with her. She was not happy. And I hated hurting her, you know? She was a part of my life for three years. But she went totally psycho."
"I'm sorry, Matt." I say. "That sort of thing happened to me earlier this year, with my almost-ex-wife. Only she wasn't screaming at me for supposedly cheating on her, she just hated my guts. And then I found out she was cheating on me." I take a deep breath, and turn to Adam, grabbing his hand. "Baby, that's why I freaked out on you after you talked to your ex. I didn't want to lose you, too."
"Oh, honey, if I'd known, I wouldn't have even picked up the phone! I couldn't stand seeing you like that." He gives me the biggest hug imaginable.
"Aww!" Allie squeals.
"Kris, how long were you and your wife together?" Matt asks me.
"Dated for seven years, married for...five months."
"Daaang! I'm sorry, man."
"That's okay, I was fed up with her, too." I say, laughing.
"This group has relationship issues." Jasmine giggles.
"Haha, that's true. I miss Sophia." Danny says, referencing his late wife.
"Completely understandable. I'm so sorry, Danny." Scott sympathizes. We all say similar stuff.
"Thanks, guys. Hey, what time is it?"
Lil checks her watch. "11 pm. Relax, it's not the morning yet. Who wants to go cook something semi-good? I hate this healthy crap they give us."
We agree to Lil's master plan, deciding to raid the stash of cake mix and bake a cake-like thing. We're doing fine until Matt hits me in the face with frosting. I let Adam lick it off, then grab a huge glob and throw it back, missing Matt and hitting Alexis.
"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh? It's on, Allen."
"Bring it, Grace." I say.
"Don't forget Giraud!"
"Lambert's going far, far away."
"Rounds just wants to bake the damn cake!"
"Somebody shield me!"
"I got you, Iraheta."
"Thanks, Desai."
Soon, we're all hurling frosting at each other and calling each other by our last names (middle name if you're Megan). And did I mention we haven't changed clothes since the pool?
"Whatcha gonna do now, Gokey?"
"Hmm, I don't know, Lambert, hit you with frosting?"
"Ooh, I'm so skerd. Ow. That's really cold."
"Get over here, Sarver."
"No way, Murray. I'm a little scared of you right now."
"Hey, Iraheta! Duck! Oh, too late."
"Man, Giraud, you couldn't have warned me five seconds earlier?!"
"MacIntyre wants to know where the cake is."
Finally the cake is done, we make more frosting, and take a look at ourselves in the mirror.
"Oh, Allen, you're so sexy with frosting all over you."
"Ditto, Lambert. I love you."
"I love you too."
"Oh jeez, Iraheta, thanks to you my hair has a slight blue color!"
"You're welcome, Sarver. Looks good. Might wanna borrow some of Adam's dye."
"Hey Gokey, you got something on your face there."
"Shut up, Giraud..."
"Hey Desai, wanna come back to my room after this?"
"Definitely, Joy."
"This cake is surprisingly good."
"All cake is good, Grace."
"You have a point, MacIntyre."
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[Adam POV]
We all get up to our rooms at around 2 am, covered in frosting and happy as clams.
"So," I grab Kris's shoulders once we're alone, "ready to find out if you love fucking me?"
"Definitely. I know I will, but if we put it off any longer we'll both go insane."
"Oh, I'll be driving you insane anyway." I say seductively. "Look at you, all covered in delicious frosting."
"You want to lick it off, don't you?"
"So much."
"Go ahead, baby."
I run my tongue slowly from his waistband to his rock-hard abs to his ridiculously sexy chest, pausing to suck just a little bit on both his nipples.
"Oh, fuck, Adam," he pants. "You're so hot."
"I meant it when I said the frosting look is sexy on you. God, you taste so good!"
I keep licking and sucking. This boy has frosting everywhere above the waist, and considering how amazing our cake tasted, he's just so luscious. I want to fuck him so, so bad.
"Okay, now I lick off your frosting." he says, and I'm more than happy to oblige. Oh, shit. Oh fucking shit. This feels amazing. I'm so hard right now. It's all I can do to let him finish before I get down on my knees and suck his swollen cock. Oh my god, he's teasing my nipples now, holyfuckingshit. He bites gently at my hipbone, and I nearly lose it.
"Fuck me," I moan.
"Your wish is my command."
He lays me down on one of our beds, I don't know which one and I really don't care. Now he's massaging the tip of my pulsating erection and I'm reduced to a puddle of, I don't know, sex or something.
"You're so hard for me, baby. Oh, God, I want you so much. Wanna grab your huge, throbbing cock and suck it till you come all over us. Wanna fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked, wanna feel you all around me, wanna hear you scream my name..."
"I will, I will, oh god please fuck me, Kris, please, I need you so bad..."
He opens me up and sticks one finger, then two, then three, into my ass.
"Oh, that feels so good, baby, holy shit, oh, oh, Kris..."
He takes them out and replaces them with his cock, ohmygodohmygodohmygod.
He thrusts once, twice, and moans along with me.
"Oh god, I'm gonna...OH FUCK, KRIS, YES!!"
"AADDDAAAMMMM!"
We fall back onto the bed, completely spent.
"That was...amazing." he says. "I *definitely* love fucking you."
"Good."
"I love you, Adam."
"I love you too, Kris."
I lean over and discover that his lips taste like frosting.
We fall asleep in each other's arms, and I've never been this happy.
+•+•+
Results night is upon us. I'm sitting in the makeup chair, getting my eyeliner done, though I much prefer doing it myself. Megan is next to me and we're chatting eagerly about the cake fiesta last night.
"It was fun calling everyone by their last names. We should keep doing that."
"Indeed we should, Lambert. It wasn't too fun getting all the frosting off, though."
"I don't know about that..."
"Kris licked it all off of you, didn't he?"
"No...yes. It was amazing." I turn to the makeup artist, who shrugs and promises not to repeat anything.
"And you licked it off of him."
"I did. And, uh, then we...uh..."
"What?"
"Had sex." I say super-fast.
"You didn't." she says, shocked. I nod as if to say yeah, we did.
"OMG! Was it amazing?"
"Heaven. But enough about me, what about you and Noop?"
"Surprisingly, we just talked. I like him a lot, but I wasn't sure how to tell him."
"Aww. You're too cute. Well, I'm done here, so here's to hoping we don't go home." I hug my friend and find my boyfriend on the couch with his guitar, practicing a melody I've never heard, mumbling something about chord progressions and words that rhyme with 'love'.
"Hey, whatcha doing?"
"Oh shit. Hey, gorgeous. Uh, nothing."
"Okay, I'll take your word for it." I say, then lower my voice to a whisper. "But you hid your naughty side from me very well before last night."
"Expect to see that side of me every night." he whispers back.
"Ooh, I like 'em feisty. So, let me just say you are a freakin' god in bed. Seriously. You fucked me gooood, baby."
"I did, didn't I? I guess we make a great team, because you're a god too. I love you, darling." He kisses my nose.
"I love you too." I angle down and meet his lips, about to start a game of tongue hockey when--
"Hey guys!" says Allie, coming over to us with Jasmine in tow. "I'm excited. Are you excited? This is exciting. Yay! Well, I'm kinda nervous. It's sorta scary. I mean, the stage is so big and Ryan's all "after the break" and...I'd rather not go home."
"Me either," Arkansas, Jasmine and I say in unison.
We talk for a few more minutes, mostly Allie because she can talk anyone into the next millennium, and then we have to assemble backstage for our group number, a medley of "I Want You Back" and "ABC". It turns out all right, but group numbers are never a good idea with thirteen people.
Eventually we take our seats on the sofas.
"Kris Allen, would you please stand up?"
I cross my fingers.
"You sang 'Remember The Time.'"
Ryan repeats what the judges said, as if we need to be reminded of how we did.
"After the nationwide vote, Kris Allen..."
Wait for it...
"You are safe!"
YES! I hug him when he sits back down.
"Adam Lambert, would you please stand up?"
Oh, fuck.
"Adam, you sang 'Black or White.'"
Blah blah.
"After the nationwide vote, Adam Lambert, you....are...SAFE!"
Phew. I sit back down and Arkansas almost kisses me, but makes a good save by turning his head and hugging me, remembering no one knows yet.
One by one, the safe zone expands--Matt, Allie, Anoop, Megan, Scott, Lil, Michael, Danny, Alexis--until we discover that Jasmine and Jorge will be going home. We're all sad; they became our friends, and it will feel empty without them, but Allie's especially devastated. Jasmine is her best friend even outside the show. They share a tearful goodbye after our sendoff dinner, and we all comfort her afterwards. Naturally, she latches onto the remaining girls, but we're all becoming closer. Matty's back to his funny, happy self, and Megan and Anoop are trying out this couple thing.
"It's working well for you guys," Anoop says to me.
We're all practicing our songs for the next show--country week. Ugh! Country is so far from my jam. Oh, well... I'll think of something.