DATING ADVICE
Summary: Kris is divorced and has been living with Adam (just as friends) for the last six months. He is finally ready to get his feet wet in the gay dating scene. Unfortunately, he has no game when it comes to the gents. So who better to ask for advice than his very own best friend -- Adam!
One-shot. Story is set two years after winning Idol.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, it's just like everyone else's whiny ass complaints. They're not mine. Waaaa.
_________
“Hey Adam, you got a minute?”
“Sure, what’s up?” he asked, not looking up from his computer where he was laying down some new tracks for his upcoming album.
“This is, uh, a little embarrassing.”
Adam glanced up and caught Kris wearing a sheepish smile on his handsome face. He smiled back, wondering what was making his friend blush so endearingly. “Why, what is it?”
Kris walked into the room and propped himself up on the corner of the desk, his free leg swinging absently against Adam’s chair. He fiddled with the stack of papers beside him, nervously folding the corners of each page then smoothing it out again.
“Kris!” he laughed, slapping at the sheet music. “What is it?” He leaned forward and placed a large hand on the other man’s knee. “C’mon, man, you can tell me.”
Kris nervously scratched the side of his neck. “We’ve, uh... we’ve known each other for a pretty long time, right?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Yes, we have.”
Truthfully, it's only been three years but sometimes he feels like he’s known Kris all his life.
“And I guess you could say we’re more than just roommates who happen to be friends. We’re best friends, right?”
“Of course you could say that,” he acknowledged, wondering where all of this was leading to.
Kris took a deep breath and released it slowly. He decided to go for broke. “Do you think it’s a good idea for friends to be more than,” serious brown eyes locked into deep blue ones, “just friends?”
Adam’s breath caught in his throat. He licked his suddenly dry lips.
Was Kris about to --?
His palm suddenly felt hot on Kris’s denim-clad thigh. He jerked back, carefully folding both of his hands onto his burgeoning lap.
The abrupt movement caused the lighting from the desk lamp to shimmer against his neck. Kris leaned forward and slipped a finger beneath his necklace, his face dangerously close that he could feel his warm breath against his lips. “Hey, your astrology sign is on this,” Kris said softly. “I never noticed it before."
Adam inhaled Kris's scent. Funny. He did smell a little bit like heaven. And it wasn't even Tuesday yet.
He tried desperately to control his breathing. It had been a very long time since Kris had been thisclose to him and he was certain he could feel his pulse beating erratically at the base of his throat. Sure, they still hugged but even those were few and far between. “My mom gave it to me for my last birthday,” he whispered breathlessly.
Kris traced the delicate white gold chain with one finger, his knuckles brushing lightly against Adam’s skin, before pulling his hand away. Adam tried not to groan loudly in disappointment. “It’s nice,” he nodded, flashing him that killer Allen smile.
They sat there for what seemed like eons, staring at each other, both grinning like idiots. Adam waited for Kris to start speaking again but when it became obvious that he wasn’t going to, he took matters into his own hands.
“You were saying?” he prompted, trying not to sound too eager.
“Sorry,” Kris laughed. “You just distracted me there for a sec.”
You’ve been distracting me since we met! Adam wanted to yell in frustration.
He tried a different approach. There was no way in hell he was just going to let the subject drop. It was just too huge to ignore. Not when this could be what he’d been waiting for. Three years ago, he thought he had seen all the signs from Kris. During Idol, he had been closer and more affectionate in public and on national TV with Kris than he’d ever been with guys he was sleeping with. And it was totally reciprocated. They even had that almost-moment during the tour but it had come and gone so fast Adam wondered if he’d simply imagined it. He had waited patiently for some kind of overture but it never came.
Shortly after tour, their freshman albums both dropped and they’d been caught up in the maelstrom of promoting and guest appearances and interviews, oftentimes taking them to different parts of the country or the world. When the pressure of fame had eventually driven Kris and Katy apart, coupled with Kris’s realization about his own sexuality and that he was more relieved than sad about the breakup, he had called Adam to drown his sorrows. Unfortunately, Adam had just taken his relationship with Drake to the next level. It seemed that everything in the world was conspiring against them and by the time they had found themselves in the same place again, Adam had no choice but to accept that Kris had already moved on and relegated him to friend mode.
He cleared his throat. “So, uh, what are you trying to say? Are you saying you’re ready to take that next step?” He almost said, with me, but changed it quickly to dating a guy. After all, what other friend could he be talking about?
Kris hesitated. “I think, for me, it would depend on the guy. Now that I’m divorced, I should be able to ask out any guy I want. Hell, I guess even any girl for that matter. But, the truth is, I’ve only been with Katy -- and even then my experience with women in general has been pretty limited.” He laughed and shook his head self-deprecatingly. “Obviously, I’m not going to be very good at this ‘dating’ thing.” Kris had a habit of putting air quotes around words that he wanted to emphasize. Adam thought it was the cutest little habit.
“That’s what I’m here for, Kris,” he said importantly. “We're best friends. You can ask me anything you want.” He held his breath in anticipation.
"Really?"
"Really."
“Okay.” Kris paused. “I need your advice on how to ask Matt out on a date,” he blurted out.
Adam’s face blanched. “M-Matt?”
“Yeah.” Kris nodded happily, the light of excitement dancing in his liquid brown eyes. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with him these past couple of months, you know, while you were touring.” He didn’t notice Adam flinch. “He helped me through the worst of it with Katy and, he’s been really good at helping me deal with the divorce, especially after you had to leave again, and...” his voice trailed off.
Adam felt a sudden roaring in his ears. He was going to be sick. The moo goo gai pan he’d had for dinner was threatening to make its way out into the open. He clamped his lips shut, fighting the debilitating wave of nausea that gripped him.
Could this really be happening? That while he had been so involved in his career, going to endless networking parties, touring for his first album then coming back only to be offered to tour with Queen, Kris - his best friend Kris -- had been happily living his life without him, spending all of his free time with Matt?
It's supposed to be KRADAM, dammit! Not Kratt!!
Was he so easily replaceable?
“I don’t know why I never saw it before,” Kris continued, oblivious to the sound of Adam’s breaking heart. “Well, maybe it’s because I wasn’t gay before,” he chuckled. “But he’s really quite an amazing guy. Smart, incredibly funny, such a brilliant musician. Plus, he has that really soulful, sexy voice, ya know? Not to mention that mop top of curly hair,” he added.
“It’s probably a perm job,” Adam muttered bitchily, rolling his eyes.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“Nothing,” he said quickly. Adam was instantly remorseful. Matt had never been anything but a good friend to him. He shouldn’t have said anything catty.
Hell, what right did he have to be pissed off anyway? He and Kris were just friends. It’s not like he had any claim on him. Like Kris said, he was free to ask out any man -- or woman -- he wanted. And apparently he wanted Matt.
Matt with the probably perm job hair.
Matt with the sexy, soulful voice.
Matt, Matt, Matt!
But I always thought it would be me, his heart cried silently.
When Kris first realized he was bisexual, Adam had been there for him, patiently guiding him through the coming out process. He had helped Kris the way he wished someone had helped him when he first found out he was gay. Katy had thrown him out of their apartment back in Arkansas and Kris couldn’t go to his friends in Los Angeles as they were mostly Katy’s friends and, therefore, on her side. His parents had welcomed him home but Kris knew he couldn’t live with them forever. And with his own album also due in the fall, it had made sense for him to just find a place in Los Angeles.
Meanwhile, Adam had been in the process of buying his first condo, a two-bedroom starter in the hills. But when Kris had told him what happened, he’d called his realtor immediately and asked her to find him a three-bedroom. Then he had insisted that Kris move in with him and Drake.
“Adam?”
“Hmm?”
“You and Drake were friends first, right? How did you transition from being friends to lovers?”
Adam closed his eyes. The memory of Drake still haunted him. Not that he was heartbroken over the breakup or pining over him or anything like that. It was more like the way Drake had looked at him when Adam had, at the most inopportune moment, accidentally called him by another man’s name. Drake didn’t deserve to be hurt like that. Looking back on it now, Adam knew that had been the least of their problems. He’d always wondered why Kris was so accepting of him while he had been barely civil to Kris. It was then that he realized he had no business being in a relationship with someone -- anyone -- when all he could think about was someone else.
“Adam, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories.”
He felt a soft touch against his cheek. Kris was staring at him with worry in his eyes. Worry and… something else? He forced himself to smile. “No, no bad memories. I was just trying to remember what I said when I first asked him out,” he lied.
Kris let out a whoosh of air. Was that relief in his eyes? Adam wondered.
“Tell me.”
Adam didn’t know if he could sit there and dole out dating advice so that Kris could go out with someone else. He wasn’t that much of a masochist. “Why don’t you just do the same thing when you asked Katy out? It’s not that much different with guys, you know?” he sniped. He couldn’t help himself. He really didn’t want to do this.
“Katy and I never really dated dated. We’d known each other so long that it was just assumed by everyone that we’d end up together.” He shrugged, picking at an imaginary piece of lint on his jeans. “And we did.”
Adam didn’t know who to feel more sorry for: Kris or himself. He took one look at Kris’s lost, puppy dog face and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to say no.
“Well, first you have to, uh, first you gotta...” Adam exhaled heavily, his bangs blowing haphazardly across his forehead. “First you gotta find out what he likes and, uh, see if you like the same thing and, uh, go from there.”
“Like what? You mean his favorite restaurant?”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Something like that.”
“I think he likes Katana’s, you know, that sushi restaurant on Sunset?”
Adam could have cried. That was his favorite restaurant. “You should definitely take him there,” he said hoarsely.
“Okay. I guess I’ll make reservations for tomorrow night.” Kris smiled again. Adam wanted to punch him in the mouth. Then kiss it and make it all better.
“Good, you do that.” He turned off the computer and started slamming his stuff together, forcing Kris to get off the desk and out of his way. He grabbed the music sheet in one fell swoop, yanking his leather jacket from the back of the chair. He knew Kris was watching him. He could feel his eyes following his every move, probably wondering what had set off the tantrum. But he didn’t care. He needed to leave. Pronto. “I’d better get going. It’s late and I have to... uh, I have to - ”
“What? You have to what?” Kris stepped closer, trying to get Adam to look at him. “What do you have to do, Adam?”
“I have to, uh,” he searched his mind frantically for an excuse - any excuse! - to get out of there. A date? No. He’d already told Kris earlier he had no plans which is why they stayed home and ordered Chinese food. What else? A doctor’s appointment? Yeah right. Then Kris would ask what was wrong or insist on driving him to the hospital. Besides, it was too late at night for doctor appointments. Adam sighed inwardly. No such luck. “I have to wash my hair,” he finished lamely, still not looking at him.
Kris nodded. He pushed an errant lock of hair away from Adam’s eyes, tucking it sweetly behind his ear, gently caressing his jaw line. Adam shivered involuntarily at the contact. Kris smiled. “I see,” he murmured thoughtfully.
Adam's brows furrowed. I see? What the hell did he see?
“By the way, I like that you’re growing out your hair again. It reminds me of the day we first met back during the Hollywood rounds. You look very handsome.”
Adam reddened, his eyes darting to Kris’s face before quickly looking away again. Despite his ebony and cobalt hair, he still had the propensity to blush like a redhead, a curse he attributed to his natural, fair-haired coloring. “Thanks,” he mumbled. He made a move to leave when he found Kris once again blocking his path. He noticed Kris staring at him intently, his deep brown gaze more hypnotic than usual.
He clutched the music sheet tighter to his chest. As if a bunch of thin manila folders were sufficient protection for his aching heart. If Matt made Kris happy, then so be it. He wouldn’t be a very good friend if he didn’t wish him -- wish them -- his very best. Even if it was slowly but surely killing him.
“Have fun tomorrow night,” he said, forcing a smile to his lips.
“Thanks,” Kris nodded, still staring at him. “Um, Adam? Just one more thing?”
Now Adam couldn’t help but sigh out loud. “What is it, Kris?” he asked wearily.
“Well,” he hesitated. “When you end all your dates, I’m sure you kiss the guy, right? So, I was thinking that maybe I should...”
Tears slowly gathered in the corners of Adam's beautiful blue eyes. “You’re going to kiss him?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, um, I kinda should, right? I don’t want Matt to think that I’m not interested.”
Adam closed his eyes. Oh, god, kill me now! he thought. This must be some sort of cosmic retribution for all the times that he’d paraded his dates in front of Kris, hoping he’d show some kind of jealousy.
Well, you can’t be jealous if you’re not interested, he berated himself mentally. And Kristopher Neil Allen was most definitely not interested.
He was vaguely aware that Kris was still speaking to him but for the life of him, he couldn’t hear a single word he was saying.
“ - show me?”
Adam looked at him, startled. “What?”
“I said,” he repeated patiently. “Since I haven’t been with anybody other than Katy, much less another guy, I haven’t kissed anyone else in a while, either. I mean, what if I've forgotten how?" He laughed suddenly. "Well, that's silly, of course I haven't forgotten how, but...” He stopped himself, realizing he was babbling. “I was just wondering if you would, uh,” he cleared his throat, “show me.”
That hopeful tone and hangdog look was absolutely the last straw. How much more of this was he supposed to take? Without thinking, Adam retorted, “Why don’t you call Ryan? I’m sure he’ll be happy to show you.” He glared at him through narrowed eyes. “Again.”
It had been a standing joke in their group. For Adam supposedly being in the closet during the show, Ryan was even further in it than he was. The moment of truth happened when an inebriated Ryan tried to kiss Kris at the after party shortly after winning the title.
Rather than being baited, Kris, the cheeky bastard, grinned at him instead, once again flashing his trademark Allen smile. He reached up and tapped him under his chin with one finger. “But I don’t want Ryan. I want you...”
Adam’s startled gaze flew to Kris’s.
“To show me,” he finished smoothly.
“Kris,” he whispered, shaking his head. “I can’t....”
“C’mon, Adam,” he cajoled, his lips already moving towards him. “You’re my best friend. I trust you. I don’t want anyone else to show me.”
Adam’s eyes widened and then fluttered closed as Kris’s mouth hovered over his. His soft cry of surprise was swallowed by even softer lips, gentle and caressing, as they playfully nipped at him.
Kris cradled Adam’s face between his strong hands and swept his tongue across his teeth, coaxing them to open. “Open for me,” he whispered.
Adam opened his mouth, allowing him entry. He could still taste a faint trace of peppermint, probably from when Kris had brushed his teeth earlier after dinner. He tentatively touched his tongue to his. Holding his breath, he waited for Kris’s next move, his heart galloping wildly in his chest.
Kris groaned and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around him. Without breaking contact, he pulled the files from Adam’s death grip and tossed them onto the floor. He felt Adam’s arms creep around his waist, fingers clenching tightly on his belt loops. He slanted his mouth across his, first one way, then the other, their tongues advancing and retreating in an erotic dance of love.
The room was silent save for the sounds of their heavy breathing and murmured words. They kissed for what seemed like hours when in truth it had only been a few seconds.
Kris took advantage of Adam’s open mouth and slipped his tongue inside again. He left nothing untouched, unkissed or undiscovered. He moved them until the edge of the desk hit the back of Adam’s thighs. “Adam,” he sighed. “Oh, Adam.”
Adam tore his lips away, head falling backward in desperation.
“Oh my god...” he gasped.
Kris pushed him gently onto the desk and stepped between his legs. He slipped a hand under his t-shirt and trailed his fingers across his belly, feeling his abdomen contract and ripple beneath his fingertips. He pulled the t-shirt up and over Adam's head, exposing a strong, muscular chest lightly smattered with freckles and strawberry blonde hair.
Feeling weak, Adam lay helpless as Kris's tongue snaked its way down his neck, sucking on the pulsing rhythm at his throat before making its way back up. He felt him nibble on his earlobe, sucking and biting softly before moving on to his shoulders.
Kris felt giddy at this sudden power he held over Adam. He wanted to lick every inch of skin on this gorgeous man's body. Lowering his head, he bit one nipple gently, then the other, sucking softly, worrying it between his tongue and teeth.
Adam arched his back in surprise, feeling the friction that sent an incredible shooting spark straight to his dick. He grabbed Kris's head and kissed him hard, desperately trying to crawl as far inside him as their clothed bodies would allow.
“I want you so much,” Adam growled against his lips.
Mindless with need, Kris growled back. “Not as much as I want you.”
Adam watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Kris grappled with the zippers and buttons on his jeans, raising his hips so he can slip them down his legs. The cool surface of the desk was a blessed relief against his heated flesh. He nearly came when his fingers encountered his bare skin.
“No underwear,” Kris muttered in disbelief. “You don’t wear any underwear under these tight jeans?”
Adam licked the side of his face. “Not under anything.”
“Ah, fuck!” he grunted, his penis jerking in reaction to his words.
“Yes, please.”
Kris removed his shirt and unbuttoned his own jeans clumsily, careful of his ever-growing hard-on. He hooked a thumb in the waist band of his briefs, shimmying until they pooled around his ankles. He pulled Adam closer to the edge and slipped two fingers inside to test his readiness. “You ready, baby?” he asked.
Somewhere in Adam’s wildest fantasies, he always imagined he would be the one initiating Kris into this and not the other way around. But whatever…
Reaching between them, he folded his fingers around Kris’s length. Moving his hand over him slowly, he rubbed the moist tip with his thumb and forefinger. He leaned forward and kissed him, whimpering against his lips. “Put it in me, Kris.”
Kris didn’t need to be told twice. He guided his cock into Adam with one hand, while the other clamped around his hip. Adam sucked in a breath at the sensation of being completely filled and stretched by Kris. He was surprisingly virile for such a pocket-sized babe.
“Jesus,” he hissed, kissing him roughly, their tongues moving in tandem with their hips.
Grabbing his ankles, Kris propped them against the edge of the desk, pinning Adam as he sank even deeper. Adam grabbed the back of Kris’s neck with one hand and braced the other behind him for balance, using the force of his thrusts to ride him hard.
He locked his ankles below Kris's buttocks, urging him to move faster. His head lolled backwards, legs falling open in wanton abandonment. He stroked himself rhythmically as he prepared to drown in the waves of ecstasy rolling through his body.
Adam jerked his hand faster. He could feel his climax coming. “Kris,” he moaned, his freshly painted toes curling over the edge of the desk as he lifted his hips to meet his. “Oh - ungh - my - ungh - godddd!” he keened, words choppy in response to Kris’s wild thrusts. Papers flew everywhere as he tried to find an anchor to keep from sliding off the desk. He’d never been so thoroughly fucked in his entire life.
“Now, Adam, now!” Kris grabbed him around the waist, hips slamming into him with full force as he felt his own orgasm peaking. They both reached the pinnacle, his cum spilling into him as their cries of satisfaction echoed loudly in the empty room. He collapsed on top of Adam, his trembling body completely spent.
Slowly, they returned to earth, Adam the first one to come to his senses.
His eyes flew open in remembrance. Matt! Oh god!
Adam tried to push Kris off him but the other man wouldn’t budge. He was a good half foot taller than Kris, and could probably easily throw him to the side, but being spread-eagled on his desk with his best friend buried to the hilt inside him was making it quite hard for him to maneuver.
Horrified at what they had just done, he pushed at his shoulders until Kris finally raised himself high enough to look at him. But he still didn’t pull out. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” he repeated incredulously. “What’s wrong?” He knew his voice was escalating into a shrewish decibel but he didn’t care. “Kris, come on, you have to get off me.” He heard the panic creeping into his voice.
“Why?” he asked, lazily pushing into him. “I kinda like it in here.”
Adam sucked in a breath. He automatically clenched around him, his body primed for round two despite his words of protest. “Well, I don’t,” he huffed. He made another attempt at pushing Kris off but he was surprisingly solid and heavy and way too deeply ensconced inside his ass.
Kris grinned devilishly, feeling Adam’s dick twitch against him. “Liar,” he whispered, continuing his own delicious brand of torture.
Adam’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He wanted to be outraged and indignant. But Kris was right. And he hated that. He hated that his body was making a liar out of him. Closing his eyes, he succumbed to the sensations of being fucked by Kris Allen. “What about Matt?”
“What about him?” Kris’s tongue darted out and playfully licked a nipple.
Adam moved sinuously beneath him, twisting as he felt the stirrings of another orgasm deep inside his belly. “You said you wanted to ask him out.”
“I lied.”
Adam stilled. “What?”
Kris grinned again, his perfect teeth flashing white in the semi-darkness. “I said, I lied.” He rocked his hips more insistently.
“Oh!” he gasped. He tried to concentrate on what Kris was saying but he was too busy focusing on what he was doing. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I thought that if I came right out and asked you, you would never say yes.”
Adam was confused. “Wait. What does asking Matt out have anything to do with asking me out?”
Kris stopped but still didn’t pull out. “We’ve been playing this cat and mouse dance ever since we became roommates on the show." He shifted so he could look into Adam's eyes. "I had never met anyone like you before and I didn’t know what to make of it. I knew you would never make the first move because you’re just too damned honorable for your own good. So I had to. But you had Drake and I still had Katy. I wasn’t ready to deal with it back then. But I am now.”
Adam smiled, relieved that Kris wasn’t interested in Matt. “To be honest, I didn’t even know that Matt was gay. When did that happen?”
Kris laughed. “He’s not.”
Adam stared at him, wide-eyed, realization dawning on him. “So all of this was just a ploy to get me into the sack?” He’d meant it as a joke but from the look on Kris’s face, it was no laughing matter.
“No!” he shook his head emphatically. “It’s not just about the sex, Adam.” This time he did pull out so he could move them into a sitting position on the nearby couch. He wanted Adam to see the truth that he spoke in his eyes. “It’s true that I’ve never been with anyone other than Katy. And it’s true that I will probably suck at this dating thing. But I’m okay with that because I don’t want to be with just anyone and I don’t want to date just anyone.”
Adam smiled at him uncertainly, unshed tears clogging his throat. “Really?”
Kris smiled back. He touched his forehead to Adam’s, pressing a chaste kiss against his temple. “Really.” He kissed him on the lips and exhaled in relief when Adam kissed him back. He felt his manhood stir again, prodding him gently against his thigh. “Adam Lambert, will you go out with me?”
Adam laughed and cried at the same time, incredibly touched by Kris’s honesty and vulnerability. Where he had been too afraid to change their status quo, Kris had bravely taken the first step to admitting what they both knew had been brewing between them for a very long time.
And for that he would be forever grateful.
He laid Kris gently against the cushions, eager to return the favor from earlier. Wrapping his hand around Kris's cock, he felt the slick wetness swirling onto his fingers.
Kris tensed in anticipation of Adam’s first thrust but soon relaxed as he continued to murmur soothing words in his ear. He closed his eyes and reveled in these new sensations that Adam evoked from him. The one thing he’d been most nervous about coming out was this aspect of his new lifestyle. Maybe it was because of Adam, but he didn’t think it was so bad. In fact, it had never felt so good.
Adam shifted. He lifted Kris's leg over his shoulder as he slowly slid him onto his length. He lowered himself carefully, taking care to make sure he didn't bear the brunt of his weight.
Kris threaded his fingers through the hair curling around Adam’s nape, bringing his face towards his for a kiss. His tongue darted into his mouth, swallowing his groan, as his
muscles contracted and released around him. “You never answered my question.”
Adam pushed gently, his breathing becoming more erratic. “Yes, Kris,” he whispered between kisses. “Yes, I will go out with you.”
Kris gripped his hips tightly. He didn’t want this moment to ever end. “Katana’s?”
“Mmmmm,” he purred. “My favorite.”
The End.
One-shot. Story is set two years after winning Idol.
Disclaimer: Unfortunately, it's just like everyone else's whiny ass complaints. They're not mine. Waaaa.
_________
“Hey Adam, you got a minute?”
“Sure, what’s up?” he asked, not looking up from his computer where he was laying down some new tracks for his upcoming album.
“This is, uh, a little embarrassing.”
Adam glanced up and caught Kris wearing a sheepish smile on his handsome face. He smiled back, wondering what was making his friend blush so endearingly. “Why, what is it?”
Kris walked into the room and propped himself up on the corner of the desk, his free leg swinging absently against Adam’s chair. He fiddled with the stack of papers beside him, nervously folding the corners of each page then smoothing it out again.
“Kris!” he laughed, slapping at the sheet music. “What is it?” He leaned forward and placed a large hand on the other man’s knee. “C’mon, man, you can tell me.”
Kris nervously scratched the side of his neck. “We’ve, uh... we’ve known each other for a pretty long time, right?”
“Yes,” he nodded. “Yes, we have.”
Truthfully, it's only been three years but sometimes he feels like he’s known Kris all his life.
“And I guess you could say we’re more than just roommates who happen to be friends. We’re best friends, right?”
“Of course you could say that,” he acknowledged, wondering where all of this was leading to.
Kris took a deep breath and released it slowly. He decided to go for broke. “Do you think it’s a good idea for friends to be more than,” serious brown eyes locked into deep blue ones, “just friends?”
Adam’s breath caught in his throat. He licked his suddenly dry lips.
Was Kris about to --?
His palm suddenly felt hot on Kris’s denim-clad thigh. He jerked back, carefully folding both of his hands onto his burgeoning lap.
The abrupt movement caused the lighting from the desk lamp to shimmer against his neck. Kris leaned forward and slipped a finger beneath his necklace, his face dangerously close that he could feel his warm breath against his lips. “Hey, your astrology sign is on this,” Kris said softly. “I never noticed it before."
Adam inhaled Kris's scent. Funny. He did smell a little bit like heaven. And it wasn't even Tuesday yet.
He tried desperately to control his breathing. It had been a very long time since Kris had been thisclose to him and he was certain he could feel his pulse beating erratically at the base of his throat. Sure, they still hugged but even those were few and far between. “My mom gave it to me for my last birthday,” he whispered breathlessly.
Kris traced the delicate white gold chain with one finger, his knuckles brushing lightly against Adam’s skin, before pulling his hand away. Adam tried not to groan loudly in disappointment. “It’s nice,” he nodded, flashing him that killer Allen smile.
They sat there for what seemed like eons, staring at each other, both grinning like idiots. Adam waited for Kris to start speaking again but when it became obvious that he wasn’t going to, he took matters into his own hands.
“You were saying?” he prompted, trying not to sound too eager.
“Sorry,” Kris laughed. “You just distracted me there for a sec.”
You’ve been distracting me since we met! Adam wanted to yell in frustration.
He tried a different approach. There was no way in hell he was just going to let the subject drop. It was just too huge to ignore. Not when this could be what he’d been waiting for. Three years ago, he thought he had seen all the signs from Kris. During Idol, he had been closer and more affectionate in public and on national TV with Kris than he’d ever been with guys he was sleeping with. And it was totally reciprocated. They even had that almost-moment during the tour but it had come and gone so fast Adam wondered if he’d simply imagined it. He had waited patiently for some kind of overture but it never came.
Shortly after tour, their freshman albums both dropped and they’d been caught up in the maelstrom of promoting and guest appearances and interviews, oftentimes taking them to different parts of the country or the world. When the pressure of fame had eventually driven Kris and Katy apart, coupled with Kris’s realization about his own sexuality and that he was more relieved than sad about the breakup, he had called Adam to drown his sorrows. Unfortunately, Adam had just taken his relationship with Drake to the next level. It seemed that everything in the world was conspiring against them and by the time they had found themselves in the same place again, Adam had no choice but to accept that Kris had already moved on and relegated him to friend mode.
He cleared his throat. “So, uh, what are you trying to say? Are you saying you’re ready to take that next step?” He almost said, with me, but changed it quickly to dating a guy. After all, what other friend could he be talking about?
Kris hesitated. “I think, for me, it would depend on the guy. Now that I’m divorced, I should be able to ask out any guy I want. Hell, I guess even any girl for that matter. But, the truth is, I’ve only been with Katy -- and even then my experience with women in general has been pretty limited.” He laughed and shook his head self-deprecatingly. “Obviously, I’m not going to be very good at this ‘dating’ thing.” Kris had a habit of putting air quotes around words that he wanted to emphasize. Adam thought it was the cutest little habit.
“That’s what I’m here for, Kris,” he said importantly. “We're best friends. You can ask me anything you want.” He held his breath in anticipation.
"Really?"
"Really."
“Okay.” Kris paused. “I need your advice on how to ask Matt out on a date,” he blurted out.
Adam’s face blanched. “M-Matt?”
“Yeah.” Kris nodded happily, the light of excitement dancing in his liquid brown eyes. “I’ve been spending a lot of time with him these past couple of months, you know, while you were touring.” He didn’t notice Adam flinch. “He helped me through the worst of it with Katy and, he’s been really good at helping me deal with the divorce, especially after you had to leave again, and...” his voice trailed off.
Adam felt a sudden roaring in his ears. He was going to be sick. The moo goo gai pan he’d had for dinner was threatening to make its way out into the open. He clamped his lips shut, fighting the debilitating wave of nausea that gripped him.
Could this really be happening? That while he had been so involved in his career, going to endless networking parties, touring for his first album then coming back only to be offered to tour with Queen, Kris - his best friend Kris -- had been happily living his life without him, spending all of his free time with Matt?
It's supposed to be KRADAM, dammit! Not Kratt!!
Was he so easily replaceable?
“I don’t know why I never saw it before,” Kris continued, oblivious to the sound of Adam’s breaking heart. “Well, maybe it’s because I wasn’t gay before,” he chuckled. “But he’s really quite an amazing guy. Smart, incredibly funny, such a brilliant musician. Plus, he has that really soulful, sexy voice, ya know? Not to mention that mop top of curly hair,” he added.
“It’s probably a perm job,” Adam muttered bitchily, rolling his eyes.
“I’m sorry, did you say something?”
“Nothing,” he said quickly. Adam was instantly remorseful. Matt had never been anything but a good friend to him. He shouldn’t have said anything catty.
Hell, what right did he have to be pissed off anyway? He and Kris were just friends. It’s not like he had any claim on him. Like Kris said, he was free to ask out any man -- or woman -- he wanted. And apparently he wanted Matt.
Matt with the probably perm job hair.
Matt with the sexy, soulful voice.
Matt, Matt, Matt!
But I always thought it would be me, his heart cried silently.
When Kris first realized he was bisexual, Adam had been there for him, patiently guiding him through the coming out process. He had helped Kris the way he wished someone had helped him when he first found out he was gay. Katy had thrown him out of their apartment back in Arkansas and Kris couldn’t go to his friends in Los Angeles as they were mostly Katy’s friends and, therefore, on her side. His parents had welcomed him home but Kris knew he couldn’t live with them forever. And with his own album also due in the fall, it had made sense for him to just find a place in Los Angeles.
Meanwhile, Adam had been in the process of buying his first condo, a two-bedroom starter in the hills. But when Kris had told him what happened, he’d called his realtor immediately and asked her to find him a three-bedroom. Then he had insisted that Kris move in with him and Drake.
“Adam?”
“Hmm?”
“You and Drake were friends first, right? How did you transition from being friends to lovers?”
Adam closed his eyes. The memory of Drake still haunted him. Not that he was heartbroken over the breakup or pining over him or anything like that. It was more like the way Drake had looked at him when Adam had, at the most inopportune moment, accidentally called him by another man’s name. Drake didn’t deserve to be hurt like that. Looking back on it now, Adam knew that had been the least of their problems. He’d always wondered why Kris was so accepting of him while he had been barely civil to Kris. It was then that he realized he had no business being in a relationship with someone -- anyone -- when all he could think about was someone else.
“Adam, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories.”
He felt a soft touch against his cheek. Kris was staring at him with worry in his eyes. Worry and… something else? He forced himself to smile. “No, no bad memories. I was just trying to remember what I said when I first asked him out,” he lied.
Kris let out a whoosh of air. Was that relief in his eyes? Adam wondered.
“Tell me.”
Adam didn’t know if he could sit there and dole out dating advice so that Kris could go out with someone else. He wasn’t that much of a masochist. “Why don’t you just do the same thing when you asked Katy out? It’s not that much different with guys, you know?” he sniped. He couldn’t help himself. He really didn’t want to do this.
“Katy and I never really dated dated. We’d known each other so long that it was just assumed by everyone that we’d end up together.” He shrugged, picking at an imaginary piece of lint on his jeans. “And we did.”
Adam didn’t know who to feel more sorry for: Kris or himself. He took one look at Kris’s lost, puppy dog face and he knew that he wouldn’t be able to say no.
“Well, first you have to, uh, first you gotta...” Adam exhaled heavily, his bangs blowing haphazardly across his forehead. “First you gotta find out what he likes and, uh, see if you like the same thing and, uh, go from there.”
“Like what? You mean his favorite restaurant?”
“Yeah,” he muttered. “Something like that.”
“I think he likes Katana’s, you know, that sushi restaurant on Sunset?”
Adam could have cried. That was his favorite restaurant. “You should definitely take him there,” he said hoarsely.
“Okay. I guess I’ll make reservations for tomorrow night.” Kris smiled again. Adam wanted to punch him in the mouth. Then kiss it and make it all better.
“Good, you do that.” He turned off the computer and started slamming his stuff together, forcing Kris to get off the desk and out of his way. He grabbed the music sheet in one fell swoop, yanking his leather jacket from the back of the chair. He knew Kris was watching him. He could feel his eyes following his every move, probably wondering what had set off the tantrum. But he didn’t care. He needed to leave. Pronto. “I’d better get going. It’s late and I have to... uh, I have to - ”
“What? You have to what?” Kris stepped closer, trying to get Adam to look at him. “What do you have to do, Adam?”
“I have to, uh,” he searched his mind frantically for an excuse - any excuse! - to get out of there. A date? No. He’d already told Kris earlier he had no plans which is why they stayed home and ordered Chinese food. What else? A doctor’s appointment? Yeah right. Then Kris would ask what was wrong or insist on driving him to the hospital. Besides, it was too late at night for doctor appointments. Adam sighed inwardly. No such luck. “I have to wash my hair,” he finished lamely, still not looking at him.
Kris nodded. He pushed an errant lock of hair away from Adam’s eyes, tucking it sweetly behind his ear, gently caressing his jaw line. Adam shivered involuntarily at the contact. Kris smiled. “I see,” he murmured thoughtfully.
Adam's brows furrowed. I see? What the hell did he see?
“By the way, I like that you’re growing out your hair again. It reminds me of the day we first met back during the Hollywood rounds. You look very handsome.”
Adam reddened, his eyes darting to Kris’s face before quickly looking away again. Despite his ebony and cobalt hair, he still had the propensity to blush like a redhead, a curse he attributed to his natural, fair-haired coloring. “Thanks,” he mumbled. He made a move to leave when he found Kris once again blocking his path. He noticed Kris staring at him intently, his deep brown gaze more hypnotic than usual.
He clutched the music sheet tighter to his chest. As if a bunch of thin manila folders were sufficient protection for his aching heart. If Matt made Kris happy, then so be it. He wouldn’t be a very good friend if he didn’t wish him -- wish them -- his very best. Even if it was slowly but surely killing him.
“Have fun tomorrow night,” he said, forcing a smile to his lips.
“Thanks,” Kris nodded, still staring at him. “Um, Adam? Just one more thing?”
Now Adam couldn’t help but sigh out loud. “What is it, Kris?” he asked wearily.
“Well,” he hesitated. “When you end all your dates, I’m sure you kiss the guy, right? So, I was thinking that maybe I should...”
Tears slowly gathered in the corners of Adam's beautiful blue eyes. “You’re going to kiss him?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, um, I kinda should, right? I don’t want Matt to think that I’m not interested.”
Adam closed his eyes. Oh, god, kill me now! he thought. This must be some sort of cosmic retribution for all the times that he’d paraded his dates in front of Kris, hoping he’d show some kind of jealousy.
Well, you can’t be jealous if you’re not interested, he berated himself mentally. And Kristopher Neil Allen was most definitely not interested.
He was vaguely aware that Kris was still speaking to him but for the life of him, he couldn’t hear a single word he was saying.
“ - show me?”
Adam looked at him, startled. “What?”
“I said,” he repeated patiently. “Since I haven’t been with anybody other than Katy, much less another guy, I haven’t kissed anyone else in a while, either. I mean, what if I've forgotten how?" He laughed suddenly. "Well, that's silly, of course I haven't forgotten how, but...” He stopped himself, realizing he was babbling. “I was just wondering if you would, uh,” he cleared his throat, “show me.”
That hopeful tone and hangdog look was absolutely the last straw. How much more of this was he supposed to take? Without thinking, Adam retorted, “Why don’t you call Ryan? I’m sure he’ll be happy to show you.” He glared at him through narrowed eyes. “Again.”
It had been a standing joke in their group. For Adam supposedly being in the closet during the show, Ryan was even further in it than he was. The moment of truth happened when an inebriated Ryan tried to kiss Kris at the after party shortly after winning the title.
Rather than being baited, Kris, the cheeky bastard, grinned at him instead, once again flashing his trademark Allen smile. He reached up and tapped him under his chin with one finger. “But I don’t want Ryan. I want you...”
Adam’s startled gaze flew to Kris’s.
“To show me,” he finished smoothly.
“Kris,” he whispered, shaking his head. “I can’t....”
“C’mon, Adam,” he cajoled, his lips already moving towards him. “You’re my best friend. I trust you. I don’t want anyone else to show me.”
Adam’s eyes widened and then fluttered closed as Kris’s mouth hovered over his. His soft cry of surprise was swallowed by even softer lips, gentle and caressing, as they playfully nipped at him.
Kris cradled Adam’s face between his strong hands and swept his tongue across his teeth, coaxing them to open. “Open for me,” he whispered.
Adam opened his mouth, allowing him entry. He could still taste a faint trace of peppermint, probably from when Kris had brushed his teeth earlier after dinner. He tentatively touched his tongue to his. Holding his breath, he waited for Kris’s next move, his heart galloping wildly in his chest.
Kris groaned and deepened the kiss, wrapping his arms tightly around him. Without breaking contact, he pulled the files from Adam’s death grip and tossed them onto the floor. He felt Adam’s arms creep around his waist, fingers clenching tightly on his belt loops. He slanted his mouth across his, first one way, then the other, their tongues advancing and retreating in an erotic dance of love.
The room was silent save for the sounds of their heavy breathing and murmured words. They kissed for what seemed like hours when in truth it had only been a few seconds.
Kris took advantage of Adam’s open mouth and slipped his tongue inside again. He left nothing untouched, unkissed or undiscovered. He moved them until the edge of the desk hit the back of Adam’s thighs. “Adam,” he sighed. “Oh, Adam.”
Adam tore his lips away, head falling backward in desperation.
“Oh my god...” he gasped.
Kris pushed him gently onto the desk and stepped between his legs. He slipped a hand under his t-shirt and trailed his fingers across his belly, feeling his abdomen contract and ripple beneath his fingertips. He pulled the t-shirt up and over Adam's head, exposing a strong, muscular chest lightly smattered with freckles and strawberry blonde hair.
Feeling weak, Adam lay helpless as Kris's tongue snaked its way down his neck, sucking on the pulsing rhythm at his throat before making its way back up. He felt him nibble on his earlobe, sucking and biting softly before moving on to his shoulders.
Kris felt giddy at this sudden power he held over Adam. He wanted to lick every inch of skin on this gorgeous man's body. Lowering his head, he bit one nipple gently, then the other, sucking softly, worrying it between his tongue and teeth.
Adam arched his back in surprise, feeling the friction that sent an incredible shooting spark straight to his dick. He grabbed Kris's head and kissed him hard, desperately trying to crawl as far inside him as their clothed bodies would allow.
“I want you so much,” Adam growled against his lips.
Mindless with need, Kris growled back. “Not as much as I want you.”
Adam watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Kris grappled with the zippers and buttons on his jeans, raising his hips so he can slip them down his legs. The cool surface of the desk was a blessed relief against his heated flesh. He nearly came when his fingers encountered his bare skin.
“No underwear,” Kris muttered in disbelief. “You don’t wear any underwear under these tight jeans?”
Adam licked the side of his face. “Not under anything.”
“Ah, fuck!” he grunted, his penis jerking in reaction to his words.
“Yes, please.”
Kris removed his shirt and unbuttoned his own jeans clumsily, careful of his ever-growing hard-on. He hooked a thumb in the waist band of his briefs, shimmying until they pooled around his ankles. He pulled Adam closer to the edge and slipped two fingers inside to test his readiness. “You ready, baby?” he asked.
Somewhere in Adam’s wildest fantasies, he always imagined he would be the one initiating Kris into this and not the other way around. But whatever…
Reaching between them, he folded his fingers around Kris’s length. Moving his hand over him slowly, he rubbed the moist tip with his thumb and forefinger. He leaned forward and kissed him, whimpering against his lips. “Put it in me, Kris.”
Kris didn’t need to be told twice. He guided his cock into Adam with one hand, while the other clamped around his hip. Adam sucked in a breath at the sensation of being completely filled and stretched by Kris. He was surprisingly virile for such a pocket-sized babe.
“Jesus,” he hissed, kissing him roughly, their tongues moving in tandem with their hips.
Grabbing his ankles, Kris propped them against the edge of the desk, pinning Adam as he sank even deeper. Adam grabbed the back of Kris’s neck with one hand and braced the other behind him for balance, using the force of his thrusts to ride him hard.
He locked his ankles below Kris's buttocks, urging him to move faster. His head lolled backwards, legs falling open in wanton abandonment. He stroked himself rhythmically as he prepared to drown in the waves of ecstasy rolling through his body.
Adam jerked his hand faster. He could feel his climax coming. “Kris,” he moaned, his freshly painted toes curling over the edge of the desk as he lifted his hips to meet his. “Oh - ungh - my - ungh - godddd!” he keened, words choppy in response to Kris’s wild thrusts. Papers flew everywhere as he tried to find an anchor to keep from sliding off the desk. He’d never been so thoroughly fucked in his entire life.
“Now, Adam, now!” Kris grabbed him around the waist, hips slamming into him with full force as he felt his own orgasm peaking. They both reached the pinnacle, his cum spilling into him as their cries of satisfaction echoed loudly in the empty room. He collapsed on top of Adam, his trembling body completely spent.
Slowly, they returned to earth, Adam the first one to come to his senses.
His eyes flew open in remembrance. Matt! Oh god!
Adam tried to push Kris off him but the other man wouldn’t budge. He was a good half foot taller than Kris, and could probably easily throw him to the side, but being spread-eagled on his desk with his best friend buried to the hilt inside him was making it quite hard for him to maneuver.
Horrified at what they had just done, he pushed at his shoulders until Kris finally raised himself high enough to look at him. But he still didn’t pull out. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s wrong?” he repeated incredulously. “What’s wrong?” He knew his voice was escalating into a shrewish decibel but he didn’t care. “Kris, come on, you have to get off me.” He heard the panic creeping into his voice.
“Why?” he asked, lazily pushing into him. “I kinda like it in here.”
Adam sucked in a breath. He automatically clenched around him, his body primed for round two despite his words of protest. “Well, I don’t,” he huffed. He made another attempt at pushing Kris off but he was surprisingly solid and heavy and way too deeply ensconced inside his ass.
Kris grinned devilishly, feeling Adam’s dick twitch against him. “Liar,” he whispered, continuing his own delicious brand of torture.
Adam’s mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water. He wanted to be outraged and indignant. But Kris was right. And he hated that. He hated that his body was making a liar out of him. Closing his eyes, he succumbed to the sensations of being fucked by Kris Allen. “What about Matt?”
“What about him?” Kris’s tongue darted out and playfully licked a nipple.
Adam moved sinuously beneath him, twisting as he felt the stirrings of another orgasm deep inside his belly. “You said you wanted to ask him out.”
“I lied.”
Adam stilled. “What?”
Kris grinned again, his perfect teeth flashing white in the semi-darkness. “I said, I lied.” He rocked his hips more insistently.
“Oh!” he gasped. He tried to concentrate on what Kris was saying but he was too busy focusing on what he was doing. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I thought that if I came right out and asked you, you would never say yes.”
Adam was confused. “Wait. What does asking Matt out have anything to do with asking me out?”
Kris stopped but still didn’t pull out. “We’ve been playing this cat and mouse dance ever since we became roommates on the show." He shifted so he could look into Adam's eyes. "I had never met anyone like you before and I didn’t know what to make of it. I knew you would never make the first move because you’re just too damned honorable for your own good. So I had to. But you had Drake and I still had Katy. I wasn’t ready to deal with it back then. But I am now.”
Adam smiled, relieved that Kris wasn’t interested in Matt. “To be honest, I didn’t even know that Matt was gay. When did that happen?”
Kris laughed. “He’s not.”
Adam stared at him, wide-eyed, realization dawning on him. “So all of this was just a ploy to get me into the sack?” He’d meant it as a joke but from the look on Kris’s face, it was no laughing matter.
“No!” he shook his head emphatically. “It’s not just about the sex, Adam.” This time he did pull out so he could move them into a sitting position on the nearby couch. He wanted Adam to see the truth that he spoke in his eyes. “It’s true that I’ve never been with anyone other than Katy. And it’s true that I will probably suck at this dating thing. But I’m okay with that because I don’t want to be with just anyone and I don’t want to date just anyone.”
Adam smiled at him uncertainly, unshed tears clogging his throat. “Really?”
Kris smiled back. He touched his forehead to Adam’s, pressing a chaste kiss against his temple. “Really.” He kissed him on the lips and exhaled in relief when Adam kissed him back. He felt his manhood stir again, prodding him gently against his thigh. “Adam Lambert, will you go out with me?”
Adam laughed and cried at the same time, incredibly touched by Kris’s honesty and vulnerability. Where he had been too afraid to change their status quo, Kris had bravely taken the first step to admitting what they both knew had been brewing between them for a very long time.
And for that he would be forever grateful.
He laid Kris gently against the cushions, eager to return the favor from earlier. Wrapping his hand around Kris's cock, he felt the slick wetness swirling onto his fingers.
Kris tensed in anticipation of Adam’s first thrust but soon relaxed as he continued to murmur soothing words in his ear. He closed his eyes and reveled in these new sensations that Adam evoked from him. The one thing he’d been most nervous about coming out was this aspect of his new lifestyle. Maybe it was because of Adam, but he didn’t think it was so bad. In fact, it had never felt so good.
Adam shifted. He lifted Kris's leg over his shoulder as he slowly slid him onto his length. He lowered himself carefully, taking care to make sure he didn't bear the brunt of his weight.
Kris threaded his fingers through the hair curling around Adam’s nape, bringing his face towards his for a kiss. His tongue darted into his mouth, swallowing his groan, as his
muscles contracted and released around him. “You never answered my question.”
Adam pushed gently, his breathing becoming more erratic. “Yes, Kris,” he whispered between kisses. “Yes, I will go out with you.”
Kris gripped his hips tightly. He didn’t want this moment to ever end. “Katana’s?”
“Mmmmm,” he purred. “My favorite.”
The End.