Of Smoking and Kisses
Title: Of Smoking and Kisses
Rating: PG -13 (for language and slight grinding)
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Summary: Kris catches Adam smoking and is not happy. Kissy-times at the end.
Notes: Written for kradam_kiss with the prompt: Kiss when Adam has taken up smoking and Kris is all angry and insistent on showing him better things his mouth can be put to use for. Can be dark!fic, because I can't imagine a happy universe where Adam would willingly take up smoking otherwise! by vvvaudevillian. I sort of followed the prompt…but I drifted a bit. I hope it suffices.
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“I knew it!”
“Shit, Kris! You scared the living fuck out of me! You’re supposed to be in the house watching that stupid football game.” Adam shouts, quickly putting out the death stick against the brick wall behind him.
“I can’t believe you.” Kris says, folding his arms across his chest.
“What?” Adam tries to feign innocence, but Kris isn’t buying it.
“Jeez, Adam, I know that I’m just some country bumpkin, but I think I know a cigarette when I see one.” Kris points out, stepping closer to his friend. He scrunches up his nose when he gets a whiff of the smoke surrounding Adam.
Adam laughs. “I don’t think you’re a country bumpkin. You’re more of a hillbilly.”
“Not funny.” Kris glares at Adam, ignoring the joke. “Why are you smoking anyway?”
“I tend to smoke when I’m stressed.” Adam explains simply.
“You’re stressed? How can you be stressed?” Kris asks incredulously.
Adam leans against the wall and runs his hand through his hair. “Contrary to popular belief, I do get stressed. Smoking is just one of my vices to handle it.”
Kris feels like an idiot. “Well, why smoking? You always seemed like the type of person to have sex to make stress go away.”
Adam raises an eyebrow. He turns to look at Kris. “Are you offering?”
“N-no!” Kris sputters out, blushing.
“No need to get your briefs in a twist, honey.” Adam grins.
“I do no-” Adam cuts him off.
“Kris, we’ve lived together for months, slept on the same smelly tour bus and are now, once again, living together. I know that you rock the tighty whities.”
“And now I know that you’ve been snooping through my underwear drawer. I think I should move out. I feel violated.” Kris says, mocking anger.
“Oh no!” Adam gasps. “What will I ever do without my adorable Kris making me fattening meals and hogging the big screen to watch atrocious football.”
“Shut up. You love my cooking and I know that football gets you a little hot.” Kris says matter-of-factly. Adam just smirks. “Look, Adam you don’t have to smoke to get rid of your stress. You can use your mouth for other things.”
“Really?” Adam says playfully.
“I’m being serious here. You can talk to me, you know. I am your live-in best friend. It’s kind of my job.” Kris smiles.
“I know.” Adam pulls Kris in for one of their infamous hugs. He leans down to kiss Kris’s cheek in appreciation, but when Kris moves to pull out of the hug, the kiss lands on Kris’s lips.
“Shit! Sorry, I didn’t mean to do that!” Adam panics, looking in Kris’s eyes to find any sort of disgust.
“No, don’t be sorry.” Kris whispers, touching his lips slightly. “Maybe your mouth can be used for that…”
“Kris?” Adam frowns.
“Kiss me again.” Kris lightly demands. Adam looks confused. Not wanting to wait for Adam to decide what to do, Kris grabs Adam’s jacket collar and presses their lips together. Adam protests a bit before he finally surrenders and wraps his arms around his friend. Kris pulls Adam closer and feels both of their reactions to the sensation brush together, causing Adam to make the kiss deeper. After making out with some slight dry humping, they break part. Panting for some much needed air.
“Wow…”Adam breathes.
“Wow…” Kris echoes.
“That was interesting.” Adam says after a moment. Kris nods in agreement.
“I’m so sorry, Adam. I shouldn’t have done that. It won’t-” Adam cuts him off for the second time that day.
“Kiss me again.” Adam repeats Kris’s earlier words.
“Um…ok.” Kris gulps. He stands on his tippy toes and circles his arms around Adam’s neck, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. As he’s about to close the distance, he stops.
“Are you going to stop smoking?”
“Thanks for putting a damper on the mood.” Adam rolls his eyes playfully.
“Seriously, I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.” Kris pleads. Adam sees that Kris is serious and tilts his head to the side, relenting.
“If not smoking means I get to kiss a hot piece of ass like you, then yes, I’ll stop.” Adam sighs, saying the last part softly.
Kris gives him a bright smile.
“Are you going to kiss me now?” Adam asks, trying to get them back to their previous activities.
Kris answers by pushing Adam against the wall.