SAY IT WITH A BLUE RASPBERRY (Oneshot)
SAY IT WITH A BLUE RASPBERRY
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Exorbitant amounts of fluff. A brief mention of sexual activity.
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Summary: “He’s it for me, Tommy; there’s never going to be anyone else.”
Disclaimers: I own no one and nothing. Tommy’s heart is mine, though.
Note: Another of those HS AUs people-though I don’t write much of them because my fic are mostly erotica. Inspired by New Directions’ take on Bruno Mars’ “Marry You” and the Hummel-Hudson nuptials on last night’s Glee. A little present for all the lovely, classy Kradam fans out there; you know who you are.
To put it simply, Adam Lambert had the cleaning habits of a six-year-old. Every morning, he made it a point to go through the twenty or so outfits he’d laid out the previous night before going out to do whatever was on his schedule for that particular day. In typical Adam fashion, he would toss the rejects around the room, letting them land on whatever surface they would happen to land on. Every night, he would dump all his used clothes into the laundry hamper and let it fill up before he remembered to drop it off at the cleaners. Still, Adam loved the jungle he had created in his bedroom. Throwing his stuff around just made everything easier to find. The condoms were always buried under the feather boas. The lube was always hidden behind the Hunger Games series on his bookshelf. His phone was…somewhere. Something was always hidden under or behind another something, and he would always know where to look for that particular something-if that made any sense, at least.
His very last Ring Pop, though, was nowhere to be found.
“Knock-knock,” he heard Tommy Joe Ratliff say from somewhere behind him. “May I ask what object is so important that you’re actually attempting to rearrange this hellhole just so you can locate it?”
“My Ring Pop,” Adam replied, rifling through the box of costume jewelry that he had stuffed under his bed about a month ago. “Remember that giant pack I bought last week? Well, there was one more piece in that bag; I swear I stashed it behind or under something, but I can’t remember where.”
“I keep telling you that you wouldn’t have to waste so much time looking for whatever it is you feel like dragging out into the open if you would just clean your room,” Tommy said disdainfully, nudging Adam’s ass with a rainbow sock-clad foot. “And what’s so important about finding that shit that turns your tongue blue, anyway? You can just run down to the store and get another bag.”
“It won’t be the same,” Adam insisted. “I need that Ring Pop, okay? It means a lot to me.”
“Because it came from that bag you were eating from when you suddenly felt like contemplating your life?”
“Exactly!” Adam popped back out from under the bed like a jack-in-the-box. “Do you remember where I shoved the bag last time? Because I know I was hella drunk the last time I went through it.”
“Oh, you were a strange sight,” Tommy rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “You were moaning and groaning about it being the end of the world because you got into a fight with Kris.”
“I can’t have him break up with me over something as inane as time management!” Adam exasperatedly threw his hands up in the air. “I know I’ve been busy managing and rehearsing for the spring musical, but that doesn’t mean I love him any less. He’s everything to me, Tommy.”
“You should be telling that to him, not to me,” Tommy’s expression softened a fraction. “You and I both know Kris very well; he won’t be able to stay mad at you for long. No matter how clammed up he gets when he’s upset, he’ll always be open to a conversation. You need to apologize, baby boy-you did practically ignore him for two whole weeks because you’ve been too hung up on extra-curricular work.”
“This is why I need to find the Ring Pop,” Adam explained. “He was with me when I bought that giant, godforsaken bag of sugar-free blue raspberry-flavored candy. He knows how happy this shit made me when I was way in over my head with all the stress that comes with school and life in general. I want him to have the very last one because I don’t need anything else to make me happy as long as he’s with me.”
“…have you checked your underwear drawer? Brad initiated an underwear toss battle to rile you up because you wouldn’t stop moping. I remember you depositing it there.”
“Why, of course! You’re a motherfucking genius, Tommy Joe Ratliff! I swear, I’m getting you that My Little Pony laptop sleeve you’ve been drooling over for weeks.”
“Make sure it’s the one with the purple pony; I already have the blue one.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Adam lingered in the open doorway, watching quietly as Kris Allen strummed out the chords to the song they had been working on together before the spring musical hullaballoo began. It made Adam feel guilty, as they had talked about completing it in time for Kris’ birthday celebration.
He couldn’t believe he had been willing to risk the love of his life for a dumb school musical.
“…stupid Adam,” he heard Kris mumble as he put down the guitar.
“I know,” he said quietly, making his presence known. “May I come in?”
Kris shrugged, still not meeting Adam’s eyes. It wasn’t a rejection, though, so Adam made his way inside. He sat next to Kris on the bed, idly tracing the patterns on the faded bedspread with him finger, trying to think of a way to begin the conversation.
“How did you know I was going to be home today?”
“You don’t have baseball practices on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Adam replied. “I kind of know your schedule by heart-it’s a little insane, isn’t it?”
“I wish I could say the same,” Kris scowled. “Sadly, I don’t know which day of your week has enough space for Kris time.”
“I came to apologize, babe,” Adam turned to face him. “I’m a total idiot; it took a time span of two weeks and several sermons from Tommy to make me realize that ignoring you for the school musical just isn’t worth the risk. It scares the shit out of me to think that I could lose you over something as inane as improper management of my time-it’s just that I’ve been too wrapped up in doing well in school because I’m leaving for college next year; the results of my grades and my activities need to look good.”
“I understand where you’re coming from, Adam,” Kris sighed. “But you have to understand how I feel as well. Two weeks of you ignoring me and flipping me off for drama club business scared me, man. I was beginning to think that I was becoming a bore to you. Let’s face it, Adam-you’re this amazing, talented performer while I’m the quiet, unassuming kid who only puts up with baseball just so he can get a college scholarship. We’ve always been as different as night and day, so I thought it was only a matter of time until you found someone more exciting to spend time with. I know it’s stupid of me to be thinking this way since we’ve only been together for a few months, but I really love you, Adam. Every day, I wake up and thank God for giving you to me; you just make me so happy.”
“Baby, listen to me,” Adam gripped Kris’ hands in both of his. “I know this is high school and nothing lasts forever, but I don’t really give a fuck. I love you, Kris; you’re it for me.”
Shakily, he moved off the bed to a half-kneeling position on the floor. Kris’ mouth hung open in a silent ‘O’. His lips moved in an attempt to produce words, but no sound escaped them.
“I know this is way too sudden and that we aren’t even of age yet, but I’d like to ask, anyway. Kristopher Neil Allen, will you give me the honor of someday becoming your lawfully wedded husband?”
“…Adam, Prop 8 hasn’t even been lifted here yet,” Kris murmured, his voice shaking. “We also have our whole lives ahead of us; we’re still going to meet other people.”
“And I’ll always find my way back to you,” Adam promised. “As early as now, I can tell you that there’s nobody else in the world that I’ll love as much as you. You don’t have to consider it now, Kris-just think of it as a promise I’m ready to keep.”
“…oh god, you’ve thought this out. Please don’t tell me you have a ring, too.”
“I do, actually,” Adam grinned, tearing the foil packet off the Ring Pop. “It’s not exactly the kind of ring you expect as an engagement present, but it’s something very dear to me.”
He slid it onto Kris’ ring finger, thumbing down the adjustable plastic so it would fit perfectly.
“It’s all I have for now,” he said self-consciously. “But someday, I’m going to be the most famous entertainer in the world, and I’ll have enough money to buy you a real ring.”
“You’re such a moron, you know that?” Kris flung his arms around him, squeezing him so tightly he almost couldn’t breathe. “I love you for you-I don’t need anything fancy. The apology was more than enough, but you just had to go all out and…propose to me. You’re it for me too, Adam.”
“I take it this is a yes, then?” Adam chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Kris’ head.
“Duh,” Kris pulled away slightly to peck Adam on the cheek, giggling as Adam chased after his lips in an attempt to deepen the kiss. “I’m even willing to have your little ginger babies.”
“Kris Allen, are you actually trying to initiate sex?” Adam arched an eyebrow.
“No one’s home,” Kris replied innocently, licking a long stripe up the Ring Pop on his finger. “Daniel won’t be back from cheerleading practice until six, and my parents are having dinner out. I’m merely suggesting that we use our spare time more productively.”
“You’re really asking for it now, you adorable little minx.”
Adam pinned Kris to the floor, effectively silencing his giggling fit. After all, who was he to resist when his octopus-imitating boyfriend had extended an invitation for sex? As for actual marriage, they could think about that when they were older.
Ring Pops would make nice souvenirs for their wedding, though.
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Rating: PG
Warnings: Exorbitant amounts of fluff. A brief mention of sexual activity.
Genre: Romance/Fluff
Summary: “He’s it for me, Tommy; there’s never going to be anyone else.”
Disclaimers: I own no one and nothing. Tommy’s heart is mine, though.
Note: Another of those HS AUs people-though I don’t write much of them because my fic are mostly erotica. Inspired by New Directions’ take on Bruno Mars’ “Marry You” and the Hummel-Hudson nuptials on last night’s Glee. A little present for all the lovely, classy Kradam fans out there; you know who you are.
To put it simply, Adam Lambert had the cleaning habits of a six-year-old. Every morning, he made it a point to go through the twenty or so outfits he’d laid out the previous night before going out to do whatever was on his schedule for that particular day. In typical Adam fashion, he would toss the rejects around the room, letting them land on whatever surface they would happen to land on. Every night, he would dump all his used clothes into the laundry hamper and let it fill up before he remembered to drop it off at the cleaners. Still, Adam loved the jungle he had created in his bedroom. Throwing his stuff around just made everything easier to find. The condoms were always buried under the feather boas. The lube was always hidden behind the Hunger Games series on his bookshelf. His phone was…somewhere. Something was always hidden under or behind another something, and he would always know where to look for that particular something-if that made any sense, at least.
His very last Ring Pop, though, was nowhere to be found.
“Knock-knock,” he heard Tommy Joe Ratliff say from somewhere behind him. “May I ask what object is so important that you’re actually attempting to rearrange this hellhole just so you can locate it?”
“My Ring Pop,” Adam replied, rifling through the box of costume jewelry that he had stuffed under his bed about a month ago. “Remember that giant pack I bought last week? Well, there was one more piece in that bag; I swear I stashed it behind or under something, but I can’t remember where.”
“I keep telling you that you wouldn’t have to waste so much time looking for whatever it is you feel like dragging out into the open if you would just clean your room,” Tommy said disdainfully, nudging Adam’s ass with a rainbow sock-clad foot. “And what’s so important about finding that shit that turns your tongue blue, anyway? You can just run down to the store and get another bag.”
“It won’t be the same,” Adam insisted. “I need that Ring Pop, okay? It means a lot to me.”
“Because it came from that bag you were eating from when you suddenly felt like contemplating your life?”
“Exactly!” Adam popped back out from under the bed like a jack-in-the-box. “Do you remember where I shoved the bag last time? Because I know I was hella drunk the last time I went through it.”
“Oh, you were a strange sight,” Tommy rolled his eyes good-naturedly. “You were moaning and groaning about it being the end of the world because you got into a fight with Kris.”
“I can’t have him break up with me over something as inane as time management!” Adam exasperatedly threw his hands up in the air. “I know I’ve been busy managing and rehearsing for the spring musical, but that doesn’t mean I love him any less. He’s everything to me, Tommy.”
“You should be telling that to him, not to me,” Tommy’s expression softened a fraction. “You and I both know Kris very well; he won’t be able to stay mad at you for long. No matter how clammed up he gets when he’s upset, he’ll always be open to a conversation. You need to apologize, baby boy-you did practically ignore him for two whole weeks because you’ve been too hung up on extra-curricular work.”
“This is why I need to find the Ring Pop,” Adam explained. “He was with me when I bought that giant, godforsaken bag of sugar-free blue raspberry-flavored candy. He knows how happy this shit made me when I was way in over my head with all the stress that comes with school and life in general. I want him to have the very last one because I don’t need anything else to make me happy as long as he’s with me.”
“…have you checked your underwear drawer? Brad initiated an underwear toss battle to rile you up because you wouldn’t stop moping. I remember you depositing it there.”
“Why, of course! You’re a motherfucking genius, Tommy Joe Ratliff! I swear, I’m getting you that My Little Pony laptop sleeve you’ve been drooling over for weeks.”
“Make sure it’s the one with the purple pony; I already have the blue one.”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Adam lingered in the open doorway, watching quietly as Kris Allen strummed out the chords to the song they had been working on together before the spring musical hullaballoo began. It made Adam feel guilty, as they had talked about completing it in time for Kris’ birthday celebration.
He couldn’t believe he had been willing to risk the love of his life for a dumb school musical.
“…stupid Adam,” he heard Kris mumble as he put down the guitar.
“I know,” he said quietly, making his presence known. “May I come in?”
Kris shrugged, still not meeting Adam’s eyes. It wasn’t a rejection, though, so Adam made his way inside. He sat next to Kris on the bed, idly tracing the patterns on the faded bedspread with him finger, trying to think of a way to begin the conversation.
“How did you know I was going to be home today?”
“You don’t have baseball practices on Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Adam replied. “I kind of know your schedule by heart-it’s a little insane, isn’t it?”
“I wish I could say the same,” Kris scowled. “Sadly, I don’t know which day of your week has enough space for Kris time.”
“I came to apologize, babe,” Adam turned to face him. “I’m a total idiot; it took a time span of two weeks and several sermons from Tommy to make me realize that ignoring you for the school musical just isn’t worth the risk. It scares the shit out of me to think that I could lose you over something as inane as improper management of my time-it’s just that I’ve been too wrapped up in doing well in school because I’m leaving for college next year; the results of my grades and my activities need to look good.”
“I understand where you’re coming from, Adam,” Kris sighed. “But you have to understand how I feel as well. Two weeks of you ignoring me and flipping me off for drama club business scared me, man. I was beginning to think that I was becoming a bore to you. Let’s face it, Adam-you’re this amazing, talented performer while I’m the quiet, unassuming kid who only puts up with baseball just so he can get a college scholarship. We’ve always been as different as night and day, so I thought it was only a matter of time until you found someone more exciting to spend time with. I know it’s stupid of me to be thinking this way since we’ve only been together for a few months, but I really love you, Adam. Every day, I wake up and thank God for giving you to me; you just make me so happy.”
“Baby, listen to me,” Adam gripped Kris’ hands in both of his. “I know this is high school and nothing lasts forever, but I don’t really give a fuck. I love you, Kris; you’re it for me.”
Shakily, he moved off the bed to a half-kneeling position on the floor. Kris’ mouth hung open in a silent ‘O’. His lips moved in an attempt to produce words, but no sound escaped them.
“I know this is way too sudden and that we aren’t even of age yet, but I’d like to ask, anyway. Kristopher Neil Allen, will you give me the honor of someday becoming your lawfully wedded husband?”
“…Adam, Prop 8 hasn’t even been lifted here yet,” Kris murmured, his voice shaking. “We also have our whole lives ahead of us; we’re still going to meet other people.”
“And I’ll always find my way back to you,” Adam promised. “As early as now, I can tell you that there’s nobody else in the world that I’ll love as much as you. You don’t have to consider it now, Kris-just think of it as a promise I’m ready to keep.”
“…oh god, you’ve thought this out. Please don’t tell me you have a ring, too.”
“I do, actually,” Adam grinned, tearing the foil packet off the Ring Pop. “It’s not exactly the kind of ring you expect as an engagement present, but it’s something very dear to me.”
He slid it onto Kris’ ring finger, thumbing down the adjustable plastic so it would fit perfectly.
“It’s all I have for now,” he said self-consciously. “But someday, I’m going to be the most famous entertainer in the world, and I’ll have enough money to buy you a real ring.”
“You’re such a moron, you know that?” Kris flung his arms around him, squeezing him so tightly he almost couldn’t breathe. “I love you for you-I don’t need anything fancy. The apology was more than enough, but you just had to go all out and…propose to me. You’re it for me too, Adam.”
“I take it this is a yes, then?” Adam chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of Kris’ head.
“Duh,” Kris pulled away slightly to peck Adam on the cheek, giggling as Adam chased after his lips in an attempt to deepen the kiss. “I’m even willing to have your little ginger babies.”
“Kris Allen, are you actually trying to initiate sex?” Adam arched an eyebrow.
“No one’s home,” Kris replied innocently, licking a long stripe up the Ring Pop on his finger. “Daniel won’t be back from cheerleading practice until six, and my parents are having dinner out. I’m merely suggesting that we use our spare time more productively.”
“You’re really asking for it now, you adorable little minx.”
Adam pinned Kris to the floor, effectively silencing his giggling fit. After all, who was he to resist when his octopus-imitating boyfriend had extended an invitation for sex? As for actual marriage, they could think about that when they were older.
Ring Pops would make nice souvenirs for their wedding, though.