Wish
Title: Wish
Author: janescott
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: PG-13. No, really.
Word count: 1980
Summary: AU. Adam is a 'wish-enabler specialist.' Just some silliness that tackled me and wouldn't let me go until I wrote it.
Disclaimer: STILL not my boys, no matter how hard I wish. (Uh … no pun intended. Wait. Pun totally intended.) Sigh. Nothing belongs to me. Thanks to equus07 for beta'ing. :)
“So - what's your wish?” a voice from behind Kris says, causing Kris to nearly jump out of his skin.
“Holy - “ he whirls around before finishing the curse. Propped up against his bathroom wall is a man. At least - Kris thinks it's a man.
“How did - who are -”
The man waves a hand in the air saying, “You have time to be incoherent later. What's your wish?”
“My - what?”
“Your wish. That's why I'm here.”
“My wish,” Kris says, feeling his heart racing along at a hundred miles a minute. “What are you - my fairy -”
“Watch it, kid. But yes. Technically speaking. Although now we prefer to be called Wish-Enabling Specialists. Here, my card.”
The man pulls a business card out of the front pocket of the tightest trousers Kris has ever seen. He's surprised the guy can get his hand into his pocket. But. There's a guy in his bathroom. There's a guy in his bathroom. Taking a deep breath, Kris hitches up on to the the bathroom counter, and leans against the mirror, taking the card in a daze.
He looks down and it's covered in - is that glitter? Kris brushes his fingers across the words, and stares at them for a minute. They sparkle and glint under the bathroom light. Yep. Glitter. He looks at the card again and reads:
ADAM LAMBERT
WISH-ENABLING SPECIALIST
YOU WISH
WE DELIVER - in purple, flowery lettering. It's kind of hard to read at first.
Adam pulls a face. “I didn't design the cards. Just so you know.”
“But … I didn't wish for anything,” Kris says, puzzled. He takes a closer look at Adam, a little more comfortable with him being in his bathroom, in his house, on a school night, than he should be. The tightness of his trousers has been explored already. He's wearing black boots, a black t-shirt that seems to glimmer like his card, a very distressed-looking leather jacket that's either very old, or someone has spent a lot of money to make it look very old, and - “You have wings????”
Adam shifts a little and pushes away from the wall. He stretches his wings out as far as he can in the small en-suite bathroom. They're black too, and Kris watches, still dazed, as Adam shakes them out. “Hey - stop that! How am I supposed to explain glitter all over my bathroom floor to my mom?”
Adam shrugs, and another shower of glitter falls from the wings. “Can I - “ Kris reaches out a hand, and Adam rolls his eyes, turning side on, so Kris can stroke one of the feathers. “Wow, they're really soft ...”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can we get back to the wish part now? You're not my only client tonight, you know.”
“Oh, right.” Kris tries to think what he might have wished for, but comes up blank. He scratches the back of his neck and looks at Adam. “Sorry. I really have no idea.”
Adam sighs, and settles back against the bathroom wall again. “Okay. Clearly, this is going to take some time. Hang on.” He pulls a cellphone out of his pocket and flips it open, making a call.
“Oh - hey, Paula? Yeah, it's Adam. This one's going to take a while. Says he doesn't know what he wished for. Can you send someone else to the next thing? God, no, not Kara. I think that girl is still in hospital. Is Alexis free? People like Alexis. Great. Thanks. Bye.”
Adam clicks the phone shut, tucks it back into his pocket and says “Okay. What were you thinking about before I showed up?”
“Uh … nothing?”
“Nope. Try harder. Human beings are never thinking about nothing. It's all I wish this, and I want that - it's really fucking annoying. I heard 'I wish I were …' and then I guess I interrupted you. So - finish the thought.”
Kris closes his eyes and leans his head back against the mirror. “I'm dreaming, right? I'm asleep in my bed, and I'm dreaming. I'll wake up, and you'll be gone, and my bathroom floor won't be covered in glitter.”
“Believe whatever you like, kid, but get to the wishing part.”
“I'm 17. Don't call me kid.”
“Fine oh, great and mighty master of the universe. Come. The. Fuck. On.”
Kris opens his eyes and stares at Adam for a moment. “You're not a very friendly wish-enabler. In all the stories the fai- the 'wish-enabler' is a lot nicer than you.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, did you want sweetness and light, and dancing mice? Wrong movie, pal. The Disney version is in the universe next door.”
Kris sighs and rakes his hands through his hair. “Okay. I was standing here, brushing my teeth before I went to bed and - oh. Oh, no. But that wasn't a wish. I was just - just...” he stutters into silence.
Adam makes a go on motion with his hand, and Kris notices for the first time that his fingernails are painted a kind of shimmery dark blue.
“Well. Uh. I was just. Uh. You know ...”
“No, princess, I don't know. Wish-enabler. Not psychic. You have to draw me a picture.”
Kris closes his eyes and wonders if it really is possible to die of embarrassment. Feeling the blush start to rise up his neck he says very fast, “MygirlfriendsaysI'mabadkisser.”
Adam opens his mouth to ask what Kris has just said, but then his mind separates out the words, and he grins, a little wickedly. This is more like it. Leaning forward, deliberately a little too close to Kris, he taps on the mirror.
“Hey. Little help here.”
Kris turns, puzzled. “Why are you - '' and then nearly jumps out of his skin when a disembodied head appears, shimmering and a little indistinct in the mirror.
“This had better be good, Adam. You know Simon gets pissed when I'm called away suddenly.”
Adam waves his hand again, dismissing the mirror-head's concerns. “Yeah, yeah. Blow me. Wait. Never mind. Okay. I need a visual here. The kid -” Adam indicates Kris, still staring at the mirror bug-eyed, “- has a girlfriend who says he's a bad kisser. I guess he wished he was better at it, or was about to, or something. I kind of jumped the gun.”
The mirror-head rolls its eyes. “Of course you did. You hear 'I wish' and you're off like Lassie. You need a hobby.”
Adam flips the head the bird and says, “Fuck you,” amiably. “Now. Give me a picture out of this kid's head before he graduates high school.”
“Kissing, right?” the head says.
“Yes, Ryan, kissing.”
“Okay. Give me a sec.” The head turns and stares at Kris' intently for a minute and Kris wonders again if he's dreaming. He pinches himself hard, on his arm and nope. Not dreaming. There's still a tall man with wings shedding glitter on his bathroom floor. And a disembodied head staring at him from his own mirror.
Then a picture from his head appears on the mirror and Kris wonders if it really is possible to die of embarrassment. It's last Friday night, and he's on a date. Which, for Kris and every other 17 year old at his school, means parking up by the river and making out.
Adam and Ryan watch the scene in silence for a while, as it looks like Kris is trying to eat the poor girl's face off. “Wow,” Adam says finally. “You suck like a vacuum cleaner.”
Kris bumps his head on the mirror, which elicits a, “Hey, watch it!” from Ryan.
“Sorry. Um. Can we stop watching that now? Please?”
“Are you kidding? This is our new Friday night entertainment. Just think kid, big screen … high def … are you okay?” Kris has slumped against the bathroom wall, groaning in embarrassment.
“Leave him alone, Adam. I swear kid, we will never watch this memory again. Uh … tonight, anyway. Look! Gone!”
Kris turns his head to stare at the mirror, and sure enough it's clear again, apart from the disembodied head.
“Oops. The boss is calling. You got this?” Ryan asks Adam, even as he's dissipating.
Adam grins, a predatory, big-bad-wolf grin and says, “Oh yeah. I got this. Say hi to Simon for me!”
He turns back to Kris. “Now. Your turn. So, your wish is to be a better kisser.”
Kris nods and mumbles something to his chest. Adam leans over and says, “Sorry, kid. Didn't quite catch that one.”
“I said yes. And this is officially the most embarrassing night of my life.”
Adam shrugs, setting off more glitter and says, “Wait till you're as old as I am. You'll forget what embarrassment is. Now. Back to you. The quickest way to grant your wish is for me to kiss you. After that … let's just say you'll be very popular. So in order to make you a better kisser and your girlfriend happier ...”
Kris' eyes grow round as Adam closes in on him. Kris backs up as far as he can, trying to push himself through the mirror, but he's stuck. Adam lands a hand on either side of him on the bathroom counter, and curves his wings around as well, so that Kris is surrounded.
Kris closes his eyes and inhales, because Adam smells amazing close up. Like all of the best smells: grass after rain, and chocolate chip cookies in the oven, and coffee brewing, all at once. Kris doesn't even care anymore that Adam's getting glitter all over him. He opens his eyes when Adam taps him on the nose and says, “Hey. Kid. Enough with the daydreaming. Let's get this done, alright?” Kris shifts his legs on the bathroom counter, nervous again.
“Okay. Don't do anything. Don't move. And Do. Not. Try and eat my face off, okay?” Kris nods, blushing again.
“Aw, you're cute when you do that, kid.” And before Kris can ask him to stop calling him kid again, Adam's mouth is on his. And it's … good. Soft and slow and oh. He leans in a little bit when Adam slips his tongue into his mouth and curls his hand around Kris' neck, stroking the soft skin with his thumb.
Adam pulls back, stroking Kris gently on the cheek. His eyes are closed, his mouth is still half open when Adam pulls away, and Adam sighs a little. Now, if the kid had wished to be good at sex, Adam could really have had some fun. Kris' eyes flutter open and he says, “Wow,” very softly. “You're right. I DO suck at kissing.”
Adam grins. “Well. Not anymore.” He picks up his card from the bathroom counter and presses it into Kris' hand. “You have any more wishes, kid, you ask for me by name, okay?”
Kris nods, and Adam disappears in a flourish of black wings and silver glitter. Which, Kris is grateful to note, is gone the next day. His bathroom, in fact is suspiciously clean and he would have been able to convince himself the whole thing was a dream except for one black feather, a card with purple writing - and the fact he develops a chapstick addiction because now his girlfriend won't leave him alone ….
Author: janescott
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Rating: PG-13. No, really.
Word count: 1980
Summary: AU. Adam is a 'wish-enabler specialist.' Just some silliness that tackled me and wouldn't let me go until I wrote it.
Disclaimer: STILL not my boys, no matter how hard I wish. (Uh … no pun intended. Wait. Pun totally intended.) Sigh. Nothing belongs to me. Thanks to equus07 for beta'ing. :)
“So - what's your wish?” a voice from behind Kris says, causing Kris to nearly jump out of his skin.
“Holy - “ he whirls around before finishing the curse. Propped up against his bathroom wall is a man. At least - Kris thinks it's a man.
“How did - who are -”
The man waves a hand in the air saying, “You have time to be incoherent later. What's your wish?”
“My - what?”
“Your wish. That's why I'm here.”
“My wish,” Kris says, feeling his heart racing along at a hundred miles a minute. “What are you - my fairy -”
“Watch it, kid. But yes. Technically speaking. Although now we prefer to be called Wish-Enabling Specialists. Here, my card.”
The man pulls a business card out of the front pocket of the tightest trousers Kris has ever seen. He's surprised the guy can get his hand into his pocket. But. There's a guy in his bathroom. There's a guy in his bathroom. Taking a deep breath, Kris hitches up on to the the bathroom counter, and leans against the mirror, taking the card in a daze.
He looks down and it's covered in - is that glitter? Kris brushes his fingers across the words, and stares at them for a minute. They sparkle and glint under the bathroom light. Yep. Glitter. He looks at the card again and reads:
ADAM LAMBERT
WISH-ENABLING SPECIALIST
YOU WISH
WE DELIVER - in purple, flowery lettering. It's kind of hard to read at first.
Adam pulls a face. “I didn't design the cards. Just so you know.”
“But … I didn't wish for anything,” Kris says, puzzled. He takes a closer look at Adam, a little more comfortable with him being in his bathroom, in his house, on a school night, than he should be. The tightness of his trousers has been explored already. He's wearing black boots, a black t-shirt that seems to glimmer like his card, a very distressed-looking leather jacket that's either very old, or someone has spent a lot of money to make it look very old, and - “You have wings????”
Adam shifts a little and pushes away from the wall. He stretches his wings out as far as he can in the small en-suite bathroom. They're black too, and Kris watches, still dazed, as Adam shakes them out. “Hey - stop that! How am I supposed to explain glitter all over my bathroom floor to my mom?”
Adam shrugs, and another shower of glitter falls from the wings. “Can I - “ Kris reaches out a hand, and Adam rolls his eyes, turning side on, so Kris can stroke one of the feathers. “Wow, they're really soft ...”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can we get back to the wish part now? You're not my only client tonight, you know.”
“Oh, right.” Kris tries to think what he might have wished for, but comes up blank. He scratches the back of his neck and looks at Adam. “Sorry. I really have no idea.”
Adam sighs, and settles back against the bathroom wall again. “Okay. Clearly, this is going to take some time. Hang on.” He pulls a cellphone out of his pocket and flips it open, making a call.
“Oh - hey, Paula? Yeah, it's Adam. This one's going to take a while. Says he doesn't know what he wished for. Can you send someone else to the next thing? God, no, not Kara. I think that girl is still in hospital. Is Alexis free? People like Alexis. Great. Thanks. Bye.”
Adam clicks the phone shut, tucks it back into his pocket and says “Okay. What were you thinking about before I showed up?”
“Uh … nothing?”
“Nope. Try harder. Human beings are never thinking about nothing. It's all I wish this, and I want that - it's really fucking annoying. I heard 'I wish I were …' and then I guess I interrupted you. So - finish the thought.”
Kris closes his eyes and leans his head back against the mirror. “I'm dreaming, right? I'm asleep in my bed, and I'm dreaming. I'll wake up, and you'll be gone, and my bathroom floor won't be covered in glitter.”
“Believe whatever you like, kid, but get to the wishing part.”
“I'm 17. Don't call me kid.”
“Fine oh, great and mighty master of the universe. Come. The. Fuck. On.”
Kris opens his eyes and stares at Adam for a moment. “You're not a very friendly wish-enabler. In all the stories the fai- the 'wish-enabler' is a lot nicer than you.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, did you want sweetness and light, and dancing mice? Wrong movie, pal. The Disney version is in the universe next door.”
Kris sighs and rakes his hands through his hair. “Okay. I was standing here, brushing my teeth before I went to bed and - oh. Oh, no. But that wasn't a wish. I was just - just...” he stutters into silence.
Adam makes a go on motion with his hand, and Kris notices for the first time that his fingernails are painted a kind of shimmery dark blue.
“Well. Uh. I was just. Uh. You know ...”
“No, princess, I don't know. Wish-enabler. Not psychic. You have to draw me a picture.”
Kris closes his eyes and wonders if it really is possible to die of embarrassment. Feeling the blush start to rise up his neck he says very fast, “MygirlfriendsaysI'mabadkisser.”
Adam opens his mouth to ask what Kris has just said, but then his mind separates out the words, and he grins, a little wickedly. This is more like it. Leaning forward, deliberately a little too close to Kris, he taps on the mirror.
“Hey. Little help here.”
Kris turns, puzzled. “Why are you - '' and then nearly jumps out of his skin when a disembodied head appears, shimmering and a little indistinct in the mirror.
“This had better be good, Adam. You know Simon gets pissed when I'm called away suddenly.”
Adam waves his hand again, dismissing the mirror-head's concerns. “Yeah, yeah. Blow me. Wait. Never mind. Okay. I need a visual here. The kid -” Adam indicates Kris, still staring at the mirror bug-eyed, “- has a girlfriend who says he's a bad kisser. I guess he wished he was better at it, or was about to, or something. I kind of jumped the gun.”
The mirror-head rolls its eyes. “Of course you did. You hear 'I wish' and you're off like Lassie. You need a hobby.”
Adam flips the head the bird and says, “Fuck you,” amiably. “Now. Give me a picture out of this kid's head before he graduates high school.”
“Kissing, right?” the head says.
“Yes, Ryan, kissing.”
“Okay. Give me a sec.” The head turns and stares at Kris' intently for a minute and Kris wonders again if he's dreaming. He pinches himself hard, on his arm and nope. Not dreaming. There's still a tall man with wings shedding glitter on his bathroom floor. And a disembodied head staring at him from his own mirror.
Then a picture from his head appears on the mirror and Kris wonders if it really is possible to die of embarrassment. It's last Friday night, and he's on a date. Which, for Kris and every other 17 year old at his school, means parking up by the river and making out.
Adam and Ryan watch the scene in silence for a while, as it looks like Kris is trying to eat the poor girl's face off. “Wow,” Adam says finally. “You suck like a vacuum cleaner.”
Kris bumps his head on the mirror, which elicits a, “Hey, watch it!” from Ryan.
“Sorry. Um. Can we stop watching that now? Please?”
“Are you kidding? This is our new Friday night entertainment. Just think kid, big screen … high def … are you okay?” Kris has slumped against the bathroom wall, groaning in embarrassment.
“Leave him alone, Adam. I swear kid, we will never watch this memory again. Uh … tonight, anyway. Look! Gone!”
Kris turns his head to stare at the mirror, and sure enough it's clear again, apart from the disembodied head.
“Oops. The boss is calling. You got this?” Ryan asks Adam, even as he's dissipating.
Adam grins, a predatory, big-bad-wolf grin and says, “Oh yeah. I got this. Say hi to Simon for me!”
He turns back to Kris. “Now. Your turn. So, your wish is to be a better kisser.”
Kris nods and mumbles something to his chest. Adam leans over and says, “Sorry, kid. Didn't quite catch that one.”
“I said yes. And this is officially the most embarrassing night of my life.”
Adam shrugs, setting off more glitter and says, “Wait till you're as old as I am. You'll forget what embarrassment is. Now. Back to you. The quickest way to grant your wish is for me to kiss you. After that … let's just say you'll be very popular. So in order to make you a better kisser and your girlfriend happier ...”
Kris' eyes grow round as Adam closes in on him. Kris backs up as far as he can, trying to push himself through the mirror, but he's stuck. Adam lands a hand on either side of him on the bathroom counter, and curves his wings around as well, so that Kris is surrounded.
Kris closes his eyes and inhales, because Adam smells amazing close up. Like all of the best smells: grass after rain, and chocolate chip cookies in the oven, and coffee brewing, all at once. Kris doesn't even care anymore that Adam's getting glitter all over him. He opens his eyes when Adam taps him on the nose and says, “Hey. Kid. Enough with the daydreaming. Let's get this done, alright?” Kris shifts his legs on the bathroom counter, nervous again.
“Okay. Don't do anything. Don't move. And Do. Not. Try and eat my face off, okay?” Kris nods, blushing again.
“Aw, you're cute when you do that, kid.” And before Kris can ask him to stop calling him kid again, Adam's mouth is on his. And it's … good. Soft and slow and oh. He leans in a little bit when Adam slips his tongue into his mouth and curls his hand around Kris' neck, stroking the soft skin with his thumb.
Adam pulls back, stroking Kris gently on the cheek. His eyes are closed, his mouth is still half open when Adam pulls away, and Adam sighs a little. Now, if the kid had wished to be good at sex, Adam could really have had some fun. Kris' eyes flutter open and he says, “Wow,” very softly. “You're right. I DO suck at kissing.”
Adam grins. “Well. Not anymore.” He picks up his card from the bathroom counter and presses it into Kris' hand. “You have any more wishes, kid, you ask for me by name, okay?”
Kris nods, and Adam disappears in a flourish of black wings and silver glitter. Which, Kris is grateful to note, is gone the next day. His bathroom, in fact is suspiciously clean and he would have been able to convince himself the whole thing was a dream except for one black feather, a card with purple writing - and the fact he develops a chapstick addiction because now his girlfriend won't leave him alone ….