You Found Me, Part 3/13: MOTOWN WEEK
Chapter Title: How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You)
Rating: NC-17 overall.
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: Second chapterrrr YAY! Hope people like this. I'm sure having fun with it. :D Thanks for the nice comments on the first two chapters! Series title's from that Fray song. :) (Still waiting on that author tag :] But no rush.)
Chapter 1: community.livejournal.com/k radam_ai/609709.html#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/614625.html#cutid1
Turns out, I was right about the theme. Today we're going to go visit Motown, and everyone's super excited. It's noticeably emptier without Alexis here, and we all miss her. She would have done amazingly well on this week's theme.
We load into the van--Arkansas and I are in the back as usual--and annoy the hell out of the handlers by singing "99 Bottles of Nonfat Low-Calorie Diet Beer On The Wall", cause we are so sick of all this health food BS.
"26 bottles of nonfatlowcaloriedietbeer on the...oh, we're here!"
It takes a while to get us all out of the van, but once we do, it's amazing. It's crazy to be meeting all these greats in the place that started a music revolution. We've all picked our songs--Lil is singing 'Heat Wave,' Scott's singing 'You Can't Hurry Love,' Allie decides on 'Papa Was A Rolling Stone,' 'Ain't Too Proud To Beg' is Michael's choice, Anoop tackles 'Ooo Baby Baby,' Matt's singing 'Let's Get It On,' of course, and I don't know what Danny, Megan and...wait, how did it slip my mind to ask Kris?
"Hey, Arkansas?" I ask once we're back at the mansion.
"Yeah, honey?" he says, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"What song are you doing?"
"How about I play it for you tonight?"
"Okay! I'm kinda intrigued now, though."
"How about you?"
"'Tracks Of My Tears.' I got to the list of songs they'd cleared late, and Matthew stole mine. Let's get it on..." I sing in a sultry tone.
"Aww. Damn. But that'll be beautiful."
"Thanks, babe. Yeah, I'm planning on looking completely different for this one. Slicked-back hair, a suit..."
"Yum."
"Shut up, you're gonna give me a swelled head." I say jokingly. "But you'll look absolutely luscious. You always do."
Kris opens his mouth to protest, but I put a finger to his lips. "Don't even try to disagree, love, cause deep down you know I'm right."
There's obviously nothing to say to that, so he kisses me instead, softly, gently.
"Hey amigos--oh."
It's Matt, coming in to crash on our sofa. He does that often, and took the open door as a sign that there was no intense lovemaking going on at that moment. (He's still scarred from the time he walked in on us doing it.)
"Hey, bro," I say casually when my boyfriend and I break the kiss.
"Hey. Can I--"
"--crash on our sofa? Sure." says Kris, laughing.
"Thanks. Sarver's rearranging." We're all still calling each other by our last names.. "It usually takes a while. So what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much." I reply. "I'm extremely jealous of you for your song choice."
He chuckles. "Early bird catches the worm, Lambert."
"Figured that out, Giraud."
"So you're singing that Smokey song, right?" I nod. "You know he's gonna be in the audience, right?"
"Oh, shit."
"It's okay, baby, you'll do great." says Kris, ever-supportive.
"I concur." Matt says.
"You know, Matthew, this one," I nod my head in Kris' direction, "hasn't told me what he's singing, and I'm slightly intrigued."
He looks like he's about to tell me, but abruptly shuts his mouth.
"I, uh, he's, well...What's for dinner?"
"I don't know, soy shakes? Now I'm majorly intrigued."
"Mmmph." My favorite head in the world lands on my shoulder. "You should be."
+•+•+
After dinner, I practically drag Kris back to our room.
"You said you'd play it tonight..."
"Indeed I did. Prepare to be...well, hopefully you'll be amazed."
I sit down as he picks up his guitar, singing the first verse of something I don't recognize until the chorus.
"I just wanna stop and thank you baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you..."
Awww!
When he's done, I throw my arms around him and kiss him over and over again.
"That was totally amazingly amazing. You are going to own on Tuesday!"
"Aww, it wasn't that good."
"Yes, it was. And not just because you were singing about your loving, adoring, hot boyfriend. Namely, me. Well, besides the hot part."
He puts down his guitar. "I don't know... I think the hot part's spot on." His lips are inches from my neck, and I can feel his breath on me. He nibbles and sucks on the delicate skin at my throat, leaving lovebites and making me pant.
"Good thing we have a makeup artist, or people would figure us out so fast."
"Do we not want them to?"
"I want them to, I just wasn't sure if you did."
"I do, but you aren't officially divorced yet and the Burning Man pictures are still a hot topic."
"Okay, so we'll wait until my divorce gets finalized and your pictures aren't such a huge discussion point, then we'll tell everyone."
"Sounds good, baby. Isn't the dress rehearsal tomorrow?"
"I think so, yeah."
"Damn. Well, I guess we could be extra clean. Shower?"
"Definitely."
We hop in the shower and do a pretty awful job of getting clean, we just want to touch each other so badly. My hands are roaming around his back and he's grinding against my front side with his, aggressive and needy at the same time.
"I want you so, so bad right now."
"Mmm, okay, here you go."
I get down on my knees and lick from the top of his hipbone to his groin, eliciting a lusty moan from my boyfriend of nearly three weeks.
"You want that, baby?"
"Ohhhh, oh yes. Suck me..."
I say nothing, but run my tongue down the length of his cock and lap at the pre-come dribbling from the slit. He's so hard for me, oh my god. I swirl my tongue around his cock like I'm licking a lollipop, then take him in my mouth and suck with no inhibitions.
"Ahh...oh fuck...oh my god..." he moans.
"Just the reaction I was looking for."
"Oh, Adam, I--I'm--"
He doesn't finish the sentence before he comes, and my mouth is filled with it. He tastes like heaven. After I swallow, I get up and wrap him in my arms.
"You are fucking perfect, you know that? I love you more than anything."
"I love you more than anything times two."
+•+•+
I love show days. They're exhilarating, fun, and an excuse to make out with my boyfriend (one of my two favorite things) passionately against the back wall, and then perform (my other favorite) for all of America.. We're all especially excited today; we have our first big dinner afterwards.
"OMG! I wonder if we'll have food with sodium and carbs and stuff!" Allie says, hopeful, and we all laugh.
"I wish. And maybe we will. If we're lucky." Michael says dreamily.
"You know what would be great?" Megan asks no one in particular. "Let's go out for lunch."
Ten minutes later, we're in our we-might-run-into-fans clothes and walking towards some restaurant. The sign advertises 'American comfort food' and looks kind of fancy. Damn. I wore my ripped jeans today.
"Welcome to--Oh my. Oh my GOD! You guys are so coooool!" the enthusiastic desk manager says. "For ten? Come with me.."
We reach a curved, secluded booth with a curtain (which is weird, since I've only ever seen two other people in one of those--Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie), get our menus and our server's name, and then she pisses me off by making the 'call me' sign at Kristopher. Grr.
"He's taken," I say in a peeved tone.
"Oh. Um. Well, you can *definitely* call me too, Adam!"
Matt laughs and says "He's taken too. And not into you for sure. But I'll call you. I'm single."
"Oh my gosh. Matt Giraud! I didn't see you all hidden between Danny and Scott back there. I LOVE you. Okay, so, your server will be right with you. So will my number, Matt." She turns to me. "And it's cool that you're not into me. I get it."
"You do?" I say dryly, with a hint of fear. No one knows I'm gay yet.
"Sure! You're already with someone! Like Matt said! What's her name?"
"Kris--tine. Kristine."
"Oh. That's a pretty name. Kinda like Kris's." She asks Arkansas the name of the "girl" he's in love with.
"Uhh...Ad...dison. Addison."
"Oh, cool! Well, now that I'm here, I'll take your drink orders."
"Wait," Anoop says. "Who'd you vote for last week? Just curious. I'm not putting you on the spot or anything."
"Uh, um, well...Alexis, actually. I'm a total Gracenote. Sorry. I was so sad when she left. I threw in a few for all of you though."
"It's okay! We're really sad she left too. We miss her so much." says Allie. "How about this week?"
"Well...I don't know! Now that I've met you and I see how awesome you all are, I'll vote for all of you, I guess."
"Good by us," says Scott.
"Thanks. God, you're all so nice! So what'll you have?"
After we order (and Matt gets the waitress's name--Jessica--and phone number), I turn to my boyfriend.
"So. Kristine."
"Yes, Addison dear?"
We bust up laughing.
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
I catch his lush top lip with my two, and we quickly progress to full-on making out. Kissing him is like a drug, I swear.
"You two are addicted to each other's tongues." Matt quips.
"Oh, please. Like you didn't think of Jessica's tongue in your mouth when she gave you her number." Lil retorts.
"Well..."
"Here are your drinks--oh. I'm sorry. Am I disturbing something?" our hapless, sweet waitress says, having opened the curtain and realizing Kris and I are still very much in each other's mouths.
"ADAM! KRIS!" Lil whispers, kicking us under the table.
"Oh, sorry, uh. Yeah, we don't have girlfriends." says my love.
She chuckles. "I gathered as much. Kristine and Addison were pretty convincing covers, though. How long have you been together?"
"Almost three weeks. Don't tell anyone, though, we have a plan for how we're gonna come out." I reply.
"Gotcha. I won't say a word. You are too cute. So what'll you guys have?"
I order a BLT, heavy on the T and light on the L, Kris gets the same with no L at all and cheesy fries on the side for the two of us, because he knows I love them, Allie gets a burger (she hates salads) Anoop orders a double cheeseburger (with onion rings for us all to share), Megan and Lil get a giant Caesar salad for the two of them, Michael gets a prime rib sandwich, Scott orders a fish filet thing, Danny orders a regular cheeseburger, and Matt gets whatever Jessica recommends. ("Surprise me," he tells her.)
We pull the curtain closed and talk about tonight's show.
"I'm so nervous!" I say, and Kris starts rubbing my back.
"You?" Anoop says incredulously. "You hardly ever get nervous! Oh, is it because Smokey Robinson'll be in the audience and you're doing Tracks of My Tears?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, you'll be fine, dude. He's gonna wonder where his socks went." my 'little sister' says.
"Allie, that made no sense." says Michael.
"Cause Adam's gonna knock Smokey's socks off!"
"Oh. I get it. Yeah, Adam, you've got nothing to worry about. Me, though..."
"Oh, please. You'll do great. Your song is perfect for your voice. I'm sure we'll all wow them.." says Megan.
"I hope so." Kris says, but I know he's not going anywhere.. He's cute as a button (and fantastic in bed, but America doesn't know that) with a voice like honey. The dark horse, let's say. Polar opposite of me--the flamboyant, wailing front-runner.
"Um, hello, earth to Glambert?" Lil says, laughing. Apparently I drifted away for a little while.
"Huh?"
"Do you want another Red Bull?" says Jessica.
"Oh, um, no, I'm okay. Thanks, though."
"Haha, you're welcome. Okay, how about the rest of you? Any refills?"
We all reply no, but water with lemon all around would be great.
Once we leave, we're full and happy, and Matt has a new girlfriend.
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oo7
Kris POV
We get back to the mansion all ready to power-nap before the show. Adam and I haven't cleaned up in our room for a while, so we decide to break out the cleaning supplies. Once we finish, he tackles me onto the bed playfully.
"I'm not a girl."
"I'm not either."
Matt was right. I am addicted to Adam Lambert. His lips are closing in on mine and his arms are wrapping around my back, and it's a tender, gentle, loving kiss. It's at moments like these that I know he truly loves me. Not that I had any doubt, he tells me all the time. He treats me so well--much better than Katy had. I hold his head, enveloping my hands in his soft forest of black hair and fingering his blue streak.
"I'll love you forever, Adam Lambert." I whisper in his ear.
"I'll love you for a thousand forevers, Kristopher Allen."
"Sounds good to me, darling."
"Shut up so I can kiss you again, you gorgeous man."
"Hhmmmph--"
+•+•+
Show day goes great, apart from a few technical glitches. Adam sounds amazing on Tracks of My Tears, and he looks good enough to eat. I guess I did okay on my song, of course according to my amazing boyfriend I did fantastic. Everyone else was really, really good. I have no idea who'll go home, but today is results day. Not that I like to think about that--it's no fun seeing your friends leave week after week.
After the final break, all our nails are significantly shorter, and we get the results.
"And the person leaving us tonight is...Michael Sarver."
I've learned that the results are never fair, that America is brutal when it comes to these things, but it doesn't make it any easier.
At the sendoff dinner, we all cry, like we do at every sendoff party/not-party. Then we go home with heavy hearts. Kinda depressing how we've all learned to loathe Wednesdays. It's gotten so bad that Adam and I only have sex a few days a week.. We're both pissed about that.
"I need your ass more than I need to breathe." he tells me once we're alone in our room.
"Surely you're not just with me for the sex, though, right, love?"
"Of course not, sweetheart. Though sex with you is fantastic."
"Ditto."
"But..."
"Yeah?"
"Maybe we should cut down on it. Feels like that's all we ever do. And I love you, and our relationship should be built on love and devotion and...not just lust."
"I love you too, and you're right. I really do care about you. So much. You're my world."
"And you're mine."
COMMENTS ARE LIKE RAINBOWS AND SMILES AND ADAM AND KRIS LAMBERT-ALLEN SOMEDAY--THEY MAKE ME HAPPYYY
Rating: NC-17 overall.
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: Second chapterrrr YAY! Hope people like this. I'm sure having fun with it. :D Thanks for the nice comments on the first two chapters! Series title's from that Fray song. :) (Still waiting on that author tag :] But no rush.)
Chapter 1: community.livejournal.com/k radam_ai/609709.html#cutid1
Chapter 2: http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/614625.html#cutid1
Turns out, I was right about the theme. Today we're going to go visit Motown, and everyone's super excited. It's noticeably emptier without Alexis here, and we all miss her. She would have done amazingly well on this week's theme.
We load into the van--Arkansas and I are in the back as usual--and annoy the hell out of the handlers by singing "99 Bottles of Nonfat Low-Calorie Diet Beer On The Wall", cause we are so sick of all this health food BS.
"26 bottles of nonfatlowcaloriedietbeer on the...oh, we're here!"
It takes a while to get us all out of the van, but once we do, it's amazing. It's crazy to be meeting all these greats in the place that started a music revolution. We've all picked our songs--Lil is singing 'Heat Wave,' Scott's singing 'You Can't Hurry Love,' Allie decides on 'Papa Was A Rolling Stone,' 'Ain't Too Proud To Beg' is Michael's choice, Anoop tackles 'Ooo Baby Baby,' Matt's singing 'Let's Get It On,' of course, and I don't know what Danny, Megan and...wait, how did it slip my mind to ask Kris?
"Hey, Arkansas?" I ask once we're back at the mansion.
"Yeah, honey?" he says, wrapping his arms around my waist.
"What song are you doing?"
"How about I play it for you tonight?"
"Okay! I'm kinda intrigued now, though."
"How about you?"
"'Tracks Of My Tears.' I got to the list of songs they'd cleared late, and Matthew stole mine. Let's get it on..." I sing in a sultry tone.
"Aww. Damn. But that'll be beautiful."
"Thanks, babe. Yeah, I'm planning on looking completely different for this one. Slicked-back hair, a suit..."
"Yum."
"Shut up, you're gonna give me a swelled head." I say jokingly. "But you'll look absolutely luscious. You always do."
Kris opens his mouth to protest, but I put a finger to his lips. "Don't even try to disagree, love, cause deep down you know I'm right."
There's obviously nothing to say to that, so he kisses me instead, softly, gently.
"Hey amigos--oh."
It's Matt, coming in to crash on our sofa. He does that often, and took the open door as a sign that there was no intense lovemaking going on at that moment. (He's still scarred from the time he walked in on us doing it.)
"Hey, bro," I say casually when my boyfriend and I break the kiss.
"Hey. Can I--"
"--crash on our sofa? Sure." says Kris, laughing.
"Thanks. Sarver's rearranging." We're all still calling each other by our last names.. "It usually takes a while. So what's up?"
"Oh, nothing much." I reply. "I'm extremely jealous of you for your song choice."
He chuckles. "Early bird catches the worm, Lambert."
"Figured that out, Giraud."
"So you're singing that Smokey song, right?" I nod. "You know he's gonna be in the audience, right?"
"Oh, shit."
"It's okay, baby, you'll do great." says Kris, ever-supportive.
"I concur." Matt says.
"You know, Matthew, this one," I nod my head in Kris' direction, "hasn't told me what he's singing, and I'm slightly intrigued."
He looks like he's about to tell me, but abruptly shuts his mouth.
"I, uh, he's, well...What's for dinner?"
"I don't know, soy shakes? Now I'm majorly intrigued."
"Mmmph." My favorite head in the world lands on my shoulder. "You should be."
+•+•+
After dinner, I practically drag Kris back to our room.
"You said you'd play it tonight..."
"Indeed I did. Prepare to be...well, hopefully you'll be amazed."
I sit down as he picks up his guitar, singing the first verse of something I don't recognize until the chorus.
"I just wanna stop and thank you baby, how sweet it is to be loved by you..."
Awww!
When he's done, I throw my arms around him and kiss him over and over again.
"That was totally amazingly amazing. You are going to own on Tuesday!"
"Aww, it wasn't that good."
"Yes, it was. And not just because you were singing about your loving, adoring, hot boyfriend. Namely, me. Well, besides the hot part."
He puts down his guitar. "I don't know... I think the hot part's spot on." His lips are inches from my neck, and I can feel his breath on me. He nibbles and sucks on the delicate skin at my throat, leaving lovebites and making me pant.
"Good thing we have a makeup artist, or people would figure us out so fast."
"Do we not want them to?"
"I want them to, I just wasn't sure if you did."
"I do, but you aren't officially divorced yet and the Burning Man pictures are still a hot topic."
"Okay, so we'll wait until my divorce gets finalized and your pictures aren't such a huge discussion point, then we'll tell everyone."
"Sounds good, baby. Isn't the dress rehearsal tomorrow?"
"I think so, yeah."
"Damn. Well, I guess we could be extra clean. Shower?"
"Definitely."
We hop in the shower and do a pretty awful job of getting clean, we just want to touch each other so badly. My hands are roaming around his back and he's grinding against my front side with his, aggressive and needy at the same time.
"I want you so, so bad right now."
"Mmm, okay, here you go."
I get down on my knees and lick from the top of his hipbone to his groin, eliciting a lusty moan from my boyfriend of nearly three weeks.
"You want that, baby?"
"Ohhhh, oh yes. Suck me..."
I say nothing, but run my tongue down the length of his cock and lap at the pre-come dribbling from the slit. He's so hard for me, oh my god. I swirl my tongue around his cock like I'm licking a lollipop, then take him in my mouth and suck with no inhibitions.
"Ahh...oh fuck...oh my god..." he moans.
"Just the reaction I was looking for."
"Oh, Adam, I--I'm--"
He doesn't finish the sentence before he comes, and my mouth is filled with it. He tastes like heaven. After I swallow, I get up and wrap him in my arms.
"You are fucking perfect, you know that? I love you more than anything."
"I love you more than anything times two."
+•+•+
I love show days. They're exhilarating, fun, and an excuse to make out with my boyfriend (one of my two favorite things) passionately against the back wall, and then perform (my other favorite) for all of America.. We're all especially excited today; we have our first big dinner afterwards.
"OMG! I wonder if we'll have food with sodium and carbs and stuff!" Allie says, hopeful, and we all laugh.
"I wish. And maybe we will. If we're lucky." Michael says dreamily.
"You know what would be great?" Megan asks no one in particular. "Let's go out for lunch."
Ten minutes later, we're in our we-might-run-into-fans clothes and walking towards some restaurant. The sign advertises 'American comfort food' and looks kind of fancy. Damn. I wore my ripped jeans today.
"Welcome to--Oh my. Oh my GOD! You guys are so coooool!" the enthusiastic desk manager says. "For ten? Come with me.."
We reach a curved, secluded booth with a curtain (which is weird, since I've only ever seen two other people in one of those--Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie), get our menus and our server's name, and then she pisses me off by making the 'call me' sign at Kristopher. Grr.
"He's taken," I say in a peeved tone.
"Oh. Um. Well, you can *definitely* call me too, Adam!"
Matt laughs and says "He's taken too. And not into you for sure. But I'll call you. I'm single."
"Oh my gosh. Matt Giraud! I didn't see you all hidden between Danny and Scott back there. I LOVE you. Okay, so, your server will be right with you. So will my number, Matt." She turns to me. "And it's cool that you're not into me. I get it."
"You do?" I say dryly, with a hint of fear. No one knows I'm gay yet.
"Sure! You're already with someone! Like Matt said! What's her name?"
"Kris--tine. Kristine."
"Oh. That's a pretty name. Kinda like Kris's." She asks Arkansas the name of the "girl" he's in love with.
"Uhh...Ad...dison. Addison."
"Oh, cool! Well, now that I'm here, I'll take your drink orders."
"Wait," Anoop says. "Who'd you vote for last week? Just curious. I'm not putting you on the spot or anything."
"Uh, um, well...Alexis, actually. I'm a total Gracenote. Sorry. I was so sad when she left. I threw in a few for all of you though."
"It's okay! We're really sad she left too. We miss her so much." says Allie. "How about this week?"
"Well...I don't know! Now that I've met you and I see how awesome you all are, I'll vote for all of you, I guess."
"Good by us," says Scott.
"Thanks. God, you're all so nice! So what'll you have?"
After we order (and Matt gets the waitress's name--Jessica--and phone number), I turn to my boyfriend.
"So. Kristine."
"Yes, Addison dear?"
We bust up laughing.
"I love you."
"I love you too, baby."
I catch his lush top lip with my two, and we quickly progress to full-on making out. Kissing him is like a drug, I swear.
"You two are addicted to each other's tongues." Matt quips.
"Oh, please. Like you didn't think of Jessica's tongue in your mouth when she gave you her number." Lil retorts.
"Well..."
"Here are your drinks--oh. I'm sorry. Am I disturbing something?" our hapless, sweet waitress says, having opened the curtain and realizing Kris and I are still very much in each other's mouths.
"ADAM! KRIS!" Lil whispers, kicking us under the table.
"Oh, sorry, uh. Yeah, we don't have girlfriends." says my love.
She chuckles. "I gathered as much. Kristine and Addison were pretty convincing covers, though. How long have you been together?"
"Almost three weeks. Don't tell anyone, though, we have a plan for how we're gonna come out." I reply.
"Gotcha. I won't say a word. You are too cute. So what'll you guys have?"
I order a BLT, heavy on the T and light on the L, Kris gets the same with no L at all and cheesy fries on the side for the two of us, because he knows I love them, Allie gets a burger (she hates salads) Anoop orders a double cheeseburger (with onion rings for us all to share), Megan and Lil get a giant Caesar salad for the two of them, Michael gets a prime rib sandwich, Scott orders a fish filet thing, Danny orders a regular cheeseburger, and Matt gets whatever Jessica recommends. ("Surprise me," he tells her.)
We pull the curtain closed and talk about tonight's show.
"I'm so nervous!" I say, and Kris starts rubbing my back.
"You?" Anoop says incredulously. "You hardly ever get nervous! Oh, is it because Smokey Robinson'll be in the audience and you're doing Tracks of My Tears?"
"Yes!"
"Oh, you'll be fine, dude. He's gonna wonder where his socks went." my 'little sister' says.
"Allie, that made no sense." says Michael.
"Cause Adam's gonna knock Smokey's socks off!"
"Oh. I get it. Yeah, Adam, you've got nothing to worry about. Me, though..."
"Oh, please. You'll do great. Your song is perfect for your voice. I'm sure we'll all wow them.." says Megan.
"I hope so." Kris says, but I know he's not going anywhere.. He's cute as a button (and fantastic in bed, but America doesn't know that) with a voice like honey. The dark horse, let's say. Polar opposite of me--the flamboyant, wailing front-runner.
"Um, hello, earth to Glambert?" Lil says, laughing. Apparently I drifted away for a little while.
"Huh?"
"Do you want another Red Bull?" says Jessica.
"Oh, um, no, I'm okay. Thanks, though."
"Haha, you're welcome. Okay, how about the rest of you? Any refills?"
We all reply no, but water with lemon all around would be great.
Once we leave, we're full and happy, and Matt has a new girlfriend.
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oo7
Kris POV
We get back to the mansion all ready to power-nap before the show. Adam and I haven't cleaned up in our room for a while, so we decide to break out the cleaning supplies. Once we finish, he tackles me onto the bed playfully.
"I'm not a girl."
"I'm not either."
Matt was right. I am addicted to Adam Lambert. His lips are closing in on mine and his arms are wrapping around my back, and it's a tender, gentle, loving kiss. It's at moments like these that I know he truly loves me. Not that I had any doubt, he tells me all the time. He treats me so well--much better than Katy had. I hold his head, enveloping my hands in his soft forest of black hair and fingering his blue streak.
"I'll love you forever, Adam Lambert." I whisper in his ear.
"I'll love you for a thousand forevers, Kristopher Allen."
"Sounds good to me, darling."
"Shut up so I can kiss you again, you gorgeous man."
"Hhmmmph--"
+•+•+
Show day goes great, apart from a few technical glitches. Adam sounds amazing on Tracks of My Tears, and he looks good enough to eat. I guess I did okay on my song, of course according to my amazing boyfriend I did fantastic. Everyone else was really, really good. I have no idea who'll go home, but today is results day. Not that I like to think about that--it's no fun seeing your friends leave week after week.
After the final break, all our nails are significantly shorter, and we get the results.
"And the person leaving us tonight is...Michael Sarver."
I've learned that the results are never fair, that America is brutal when it comes to these things, but it doesn't make it any easier.
At the sendoff dinner, we all cry, like we do at every sendoff party/not-party. Then we go home with heavy hearts. Kinda depressing how we've all learned to loathe Wednesdays. It's gotten so bad that Adam and I only have sex a few days a week.. We're both pissed about that.
"I need your ass more than I need to breathe." he tells me once we're alone in our room.
"Surely you're not just with me for the sex, though, right, love?"
"Of course not, sweetheart. Though sex with you is fantastic."
"Ditto."
"But..."
"Yeah?"
"Maybe we should cut down on it. Feels like that's all we ever do. And I love you, and our relationship should be built on love and devotion and...not just lust."
"I love you too, and you're right. I really do care about you. So much. You're my world."
"And you're mine."
COMMENTS ARE LIKE RAINBOWS AND SMILES AND ADAM AND KRIS LAMBERT-ALLEN SOMEDAY--THEY MAKE ME HAPPYYY