Fic: Scared (Chapter 8)
Title: Scared (Chapter 8)
Author: make_him_smile
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: R...
Disclaimer: Real people. Fake story, I'm pretty sure. I own nothing and make no profit.
Summary: American Idol is over, and Kris is scared about what will happen to him and Adam when he goes back to Arkansas
Notes: Based on secretkeeper846's idea. :)
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"Adam...I am so scared."
"What the hell are you scared for?"
"This is it. In a few minutes, it's all over."
It was the American Idol finale ,and in just two minutes, they would know who the winner was. Kris wasn't worried about that; He figured it would be Adam, but it didn't matter. They were the top two and the top two always got record deals anyway. Besides, Adam deseved it. He worked his butt off in the competition and he always did great. The thing that had Kris worried was what would happen tomorrow, the next day, the day after that, and the day after that. Would he and Adam even have enough time to spend together? Plus, Kris was going back to Arkansas for a week before moving to California. That was a long time to spend apart.
He told Adam this. Adam just laughed and kissed him. "We'll talk every morning, afternoon, evening, and night. And after that...well...there is no way in hell that I would let anything come between us. Plus, we have the Idol tour in a couple months. Then we'll be together all the time."
Kris nodded, but Adam coul tell he was still nervous, so he kissed him again. "It'll be okay, baby. I promise."
He just nodded again. Adam was about to do some more comforting, but Ryan Seacrest interrupted. "Lambert, Allen, on the stage."
Adam gave Kris a reassuring smile, squeezed his hand, and led him to the stage. Ryan and the judges said a bunch of mushy gushy nonsense, then Ryan had the card that held Adam and Kris's fate brought to him. "Ladies and gentlemen." He began. "The winner of American Idol...2009...is......................................................................................................................................................................
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...............................KRIS ALLEN!"
Kris's mouth dropped open and he just stood in shock. Adam gave him a tight hug, kissed him on the cheek, and walked to the side of the stage, smiling encouragingly. Kris swallowed, trying to prevent himself from passing out or crying, and forced a smile. "Congratulations." Ryan said, clapping him on the back.
"Thank you." Kris managed to say. Ryan gave him the microphone so he could sing, and Kris practically begged the top thirteen to come on stage with him, not caring if it was copy cat of what David Cook did last year. The only thing that got him through that song was Adam's hand, placed reassuringly on his back.
The party was one of celebration instead of their usual send off, but Kris didn't really feel like celebrating. Allison was quick to pick up on this. "Hey dude, what's up? You should be ecstatic right now. Instead, you look like someone just died."
"I just can't believe it's all over." Kris told her. It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the whole truth either.
"Are you kidding?! It's not over! What about the tour? And now you're gonna be making a cd. It's far from over!"
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
Allison, figuring she had helped, dropped the subject, but Adam brought it up again once they were back at the mansion in Kris's room. "Okay, so what's wrong? Still the Arkansas thing?"
"I'm gonna miss you so much." Kris said, his voice breaking. Adam wrapped his arms around Kris and kissed the top of his head.
"I'm gonna miss you too baby, but it's just a week and I'll be at the airport waiting when you come back. Okay?"
Kris nodded. Adam gave him a quick squeeze, then headed for the door. They had to leave the mansion early the next day. The feeling of lonliness that overwhelmed Kris was too much to handle and he ran out of the room, calling Adam's name. They met eachother half way up the stairs. Adam looked alarmed, but before he could speak, Kris threw himself at him and shoved his tongue forcefully into his mouth. After a couple minutes of tonsil hockey, Adam realized that they were about to go too far and broke away. Kris stared at him with wide eyes and heavy breathing, waiting for the reason of Adam's sudden rejection. "Kris..." Adam began. "I told you we'll have sex, but I'm not letting you give yourself to me before you're ready. You'll end up hurt and that's the last thing I want."
"But Adam, I am ready. Physically and mentally. I love you. I want you. I need you."
"Are you sure you don't just need me to do this so you're sure that I can't easily break it off once you go back to Arkansas?"
Kris shook his head. "You won't break it off. I trust you."
Just to be sure, Adam looked deep into Kris's eyes. They didn't tell a lie. Kris was ready.
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Adam wanted to rip Kris's clothes off and go at it fast and hard. Instead, he slowly undressed him while kissing his neck, chest, and stomach softly. Once both men had their clothes off, the urges Adam had because stronger, but he controlled himself for Kris, going gently and letting Kris take control. ("Faster, slower, a liiiiitle faster, slower, please...ah, that feels good.")
Once they were through, Adam was surprised to discover that he actually enjoyed "making love" as opposed to "having sex." Kris snuggled up to Adam. He stayed quiet so long that Adam started to become worried that they'd done it too soon, but then realized that the man had just fallen asleep. Smiling, Adam kissed the top of Kris's head, then allowed himself to fall asleep as well.
*More notes*: Obviously, I have no idea how the American Idol finale will turn out, or the top 3 results, but it had to turn out this way for the story. :)
Also, could someone please tell me if this fic is tagged? As you guys realized when I was trying to get my cut to work, I am new to livejournal and not very smart at it either. I thought I had been tagging my fics but apparently not. So is this one tagged?