Senior Year Chapter 2/?
Title: Senior Year
Pairing(s): Adam/Kris
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Genre: Romance, AU, Smut, Teenage Angst, homophobic assholes...you know what? Basically everything that comes from being gay in a catholic high school
Warnings: Slash, Language, Smut, Does dirty talk need a warning? Non-Con (past) and the sexual abuse of a child
Summary: Adam and Kris deal with their senior year of high school and all the repercussions that come from coming out in a Catholic High School
Beta: Ashley (whitepantsjonas)
AN: Just a heads up that I'm trying to write and post a new chapter per day but I'm under the stress of opening night of a musical on November 18th and I have dress rehersal on November 14th so there is a good chance of no update for a few days...hopefully I will handwrite most of it and be able to type whatever I have written. Okay guys go ahead and read.
Chapter 2
Kris said goodbye to his friends who walked away to their Music 30 class. He reached into his bag and grabbed his iPod, and his social homework to get ahead, when the table shook with movement, Kris looked up.
“Hey, can I sit here?”
“Sure,” Kris moved his bag off the table for Adam Lambert of all people. “Have a seat.” Kris turned down his iPod, and went back to essay prep, resisting the urge to blush.
“I’m Adam. Adam Lambert.” Adam told Kris.
“I know,” this time Kris did blush. “I was here last black during the assembly.” Kris pointed to him. “Twelfth grader remember. I’m Kris-”
“Kris Allen. I know. I’ve seen you around.”
“Oh.” Kris perked up at the thought of Adam seeing him in the hallways. “We’ve never had a class together or ever talked other that saying ‘hi’ to each other in the three years of school. This is probably the longest conversation we’ve had together.” Kris gave up on doing his essay prep, turned off his iPod and paid attention to Adam.
“You don’t have to turn off your music. What are you listening to? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.” Adam looked into Kris’ warm brown eyes, truly curious and interested.
“Umm…it’s kinda embarrassing.” God damn it. Kris was sure that he now had a permanent blush on his cheeks because of Adam.
“Tell me anyways.” Adam chucked and smiled a small smile at Kris’ pink tinted face.
“Uh…S Club Party. Curse of being a child born in the early 1990s I guess.”
Adam leaned closer and winked as Kris, “Do you want to know a secret?” Kris made eye contact with Kris and shook his head yes. “I have the new Britney Spears collection on mine. I am not ashamed to admit that I dance to Baby One More Time nightly in my bedroom. In gold hot pants.” Somehow Adam had managed to keep a straight face in front of the southern boy.
“Really now?” Kris asked amused trying to fuck with Adam like Adam was fucking with him.
“Yep I need my Britney to survive.”
Kris just stared blankly at Adam, trying to decipher if Adam was serious or not.
“If you’re wondering if I’m serious, the answer is yes.”
“Huh, so has enough time passed for me to ask you why you’re sitting here next to me.” Kris closed his social binder and fully brought his attention to the gorgeous blue-eyed boy in front of him.
“Do I really need a reason to sit by you?”
“If you were anyone else no, but since you’re Adam Lambert, yes you do need a reason to sit next to me when practically the entire café is empty.” Kris raised an eyebrow. “Careful on how you answer now, or I will personally get up and drag you over to sit with Colin, Paul, Robin, Jeffery and Davis. “
“Uh…okay. So you mean to tell me that I can’t sit next to the cute boy when I need something to distract me from the 500 pages of math homework Mrs. Stepney gave me.” Adam immediately regretted telling Kris this information.
Kris was taken back by this information about his looks. “What did you just say? Did you just call me cute?”
Adam stuttered, “Uh- I mean - I uh…-”
“Adam stop,” Kris looked into Adam’s eyes and Adam stopped stuttering. “It’s okay you know. That you think I’m cute, considering I’m really not. It’s kinda flattering to hear a complete lie from a guy that I think is…” Kris paused and flicked his eyes downward. “Hot.” The last word was barely this side of a whisper.
“Huh…Kris. First things first: yes you are very very VERY cute and attractive. And second, you think I’m hot?”
“Yeah I do. And even though I do not see it, thank you,” Kris blushed.
“For what?” Adam was puzzled.
“For saying I’m cute.”
“Hey I only speak the truth. Especially when it comes to the cute factor of boys. Kris can I tell you something?’
“Sure,” Now Kris was curious about what Adam was going to tell him.
“I’m gay.” Adam bit his lip in that slow, sensual, and sexy way that Kris always found attractive on only Adam or all people.
After a few silent beats, and of awkward silence between Adam and Kris, Kris got up from the table, grabbed his bag and made to leave the table. However he noticed the immediate change in Adam’s demeanor, and he turned his back to Adam, smiled and walked around the circular table to be closer to Adam, whose face lit up when Kris moved beside him.
Kris grabbed Adam’s hand, “Can I tell you something?” He whispered under his breath.
Adam bit his lip again, “Go ahead Kris, and you can tell me anything, just so you know.” Adam’s palm became rather sweaty.
Kris leaned in close to Adam’s side, grabbed his hand and leaned in to whisper into Adam’s ear. “Me too, Adam. Is it weird to say that I like you even though we’ve only been talking for a half hour? Cause I do.”
This time Adam was the one to blush and leaned just a little out of Kris grasp, “You - You do?”
Kris smiled, “I do.”
Adam was speechless at this point and without thinking reached up and placed his hand on Kris’ face, who leaned into the warm touch of Adam’s hand. Because Kris felt like Adam had given him the go ahead, he leaned in and kissed those perfect bow lips like he had wanted to do since he heard Adam speak this morning.
TBC...