elevation - kradam - 1/?
A/N: Read at your own risk. :P I am merely a fangirly teenager who mainly draws her knowledge of all this from other Kradam fanfictions (which makes sense, I guess? I'm not a guy, after all, lol). I think I did an okay job with this, given that, but we'll see what I think in the morning. xD
elevation
high, higher than the sun
you shoot me from a gun
i need you to elevate me here
at the corner of your lips
as the orbit of your hips
eclipse
you elevate my soul
i've got no self control
been living like a mole now
going down, excavation
high and high in the sky
you make me feel like i can fly
so high
elevation
-Elevation, U2
It's just another day on tour, just another day of lazing around the bus as it rattles down the highway to the next city, the next venue. Kris turns on his iPod, slips in the earphone, and relaxes to the gentle sounds of John Mayer. As Adam and Anoop laugh over some YouTube video they've come across recently (probably one of Brad's), Kris glances towards them. Adam's face is contorted into a giggle, and without notice, Kris runs his eyes over the rest of the cheerful man. His eyes catch on a strip of freckled skin near to Adam's hips, and Kris draws in a quick breath. Immediately, he looks down at the screen of his iPod - what if one of the others were to notice? - but just to sate his curiosity (he tells himself) he glances at Adam once more.
Barely any flesh is showing, but...still. It makes his skin prickle and his pulse spike, and overall feel quite unlike his normal self.
A moment later, when Kris realizes that it isn't the first time he's caught himself watching Adam, and that today and for the past few days, his eyes have possessed an unnatural tendency to wander and rest on the curve of Adam's hips; the place where his (too) tight jeans hang off of his solid frame, he immediately feels guilty - dirty, practically. It feels almost like a betrayal, like an invasion of privacy, to allow his gaze to hug the curve of Adam's slender hipbone, and, perhaps, slide down just a little bit farther...
He shifts, slightly uncomfortable at the realization that he's reliving his teenage days of suppressed lust after years of not lusting - or not allowing himself to lust - after anyone much at all. Even as he forces himself to stare straight at the John Mayer album cover on the iPod screen, his eyes still feel the urge to wander and roam, and with reluctance, Kris looks back towards Adam out of the corner of his eye.
Although many seem to think otherwise, judging from the newswoman at the finale ("Who's seen who naked?" Oh, no; he's certainly not disappointed to answer - quite truthfully - that he's never had the chance.) Kris has never seen Adam naked. The times he has seen his bare back or torso can be counted on one hand - Adam was always very careful, very cautious, to stay clothed around Kris.
But. Really. Adam has very nice hips, and now he's starting to sound like a broken record, isn't he? A moment passes, Adam and Anoop lapse into yet another round of giggles, so natually he glances over, and ohgodisthathisasscurverightthere (Kris wants to yell pull up your fucking pants, Adam! but that might be a little too obvious).
It becomes too hard to resist the urge to cross his legs, lest certain...apendages become too obvious in their eagerness, and Kris does, accidentally knocking his iPod off of his knee in the process. Matt is disturbed from his reading at the noise it makes, and when Kris tries a little too hard to look innocent - folds one leg over the other a bit too quickly - Matt's eyes narrow in suspicion.
He leans over from the chair besides Kris, and whispers, "Lusting after Adam again, are you?" Kris goes red; he didn't know he was that obvious, and the thought of other's witnessing his secret shame makes him feel slightly sick. Matt takes note of even this reaction, and mentions, "It's not like we haven't noticed."
"I didn't think that you - you all...you all knew?" Kris whispers back, horrified. He dearly hopes that Matt won't demand of him, Knew what? because he's not quite sure himself, and shit, does Kris really want to keep thinking about everything he does and does know when the answer could be so unseemly?
Matt barks out an incredulous laugh at his reaction, and scoffs, "Of course. You're only staring at him half of the day. I mean, what are you, in love with him?"
Kris' heart twists in two and the tension in his body has to be released somehow: he shoves Matt in the shoulder, and the resident joker stumbles about half a foot. In his haste to dissuade the overflow of fear and guilt, Kris had shoved harder than he meant to. "No way, man!" he protests as quietly as he can, checking to make sure that Adam can't hear them. He doesn't seem to have noticed, and is still sitting at the computer with Anoop.
Matt's eyes follow his. He turns to Kris again, and whispers back, "Then stop acting like it!"
His cheeks flush and his heart pounds even harder and Kris just says, "You're way off mark, dude," because what else is he supposed to tell him? Matt rolls his eyes and mutters something about close quarters and their affect on hormones; he then picks himself up and returns to his novel, radiating righteous indignation as he rubs his shoulder.
The guilt only increases knowing that he (albeit unintentionally) injured a close friend, and Kris wonders if he should apologize. He decides not to, a move unlike Kris Allen in an average situation, but there are too many questions circling his brain that either need to be answered or ignored as soon as possible.
Am I? he asks himself. In love? With Adami?
As if on cue, John Mayer starts singing about saying what you need to say and fighting with the shadows inside your heart and keeping it wide open at the same time (he's not that good at multi-tasking), and Kris wishes it was that fucking easy. But it isn't, and he's always been a realistic person.
So he asks himself again. Am I in love with Adam Lambert?
There's a warm stirring in his gut as soon as Kris voices the question inward. And as his mind contemplates the wonders of Adam Lambert's hips for the fifteenth time in five minutes, Kris wonders if all of this might add up to a solid yes.
Continue? Y/N/M?
elevation
high, higher than the sun
you shoot me from a gun
i need you to elevate me here
at the corner of your lips
as the orbit of your hips
eclipse
you elevate my soul
i've got no self control
been living like a mole now
going down, excavation
high and high in the sky
you make me feel like i can fly
so high
elevation
-Elevation, U2
It's just another day on tour, just another day of lazing around the bus as it rattles down the highway to the next city, the next venue. Kris turns on his iPod, slips in the earphone, and relaxes to the gentle sounds of John Mayer. As Adam and Anoop laugh over some YouTube video they've come across recently (probably one of Brad's), Kris glances towards them. Adam's face is contorted into a giggle, and without notice, Kris runs his eyes over the rest of the cheerful man. His eyes catch on a strip of freckled skin near to Adam's hips, and Kris draws in a quick breath. Immediately, he looks down at the screen of his iPod - what if one of the others were to notice? - but just to sate his curiosity (he tells himself) he glances at Adam once more.
Barely any flesh is showing, but...still. It makes his skin prickle and his pulse spike, and overall feel quite unlike his normal self.
A moment later, when Kris realizes that it isn't the first time he's caught himself watching Adam, and that today and for the past few days, his eyes have possessed an unnatural tendency to wander and rest on the curve of Adam's hips; the place where his (too) tight jeans hang off of his solid frame, he immediately feels guilty - dirty, practically. It feels almost like a betrayal, like an invasion of privacy, to allow his gaze to hug the curve of Adam's slender hipbone, and, perhaps, slide down just a little bit farther...
He shifts, slightly uncomfortable at the realization that he's reliving his teenage days of suppressed lust after years of not lusting - or not allowing himself to lust - after anyone much at all. Even as he forces himself to stare straight at the John Mayer album cover on the iPod screen, his eyes still feel the urge to wander and roam, and with reluctance, Kris looks back towards Adam out of the corner of his eye.
Although many seem to think otherwise, judging from the newswoman at the finale ("Who's seen who naked?" Oh, no; he's certainly not disappointed to answer - quite truthfully - that he's never had the chance.) Kris has never seen Adam naked. The times he has seen his bare back or torso can be counted on one hand - Adam was always very careful, very cautious, to stay clothed around Kris.
But. Really. Adam has very nice hips, and now he's starting to sound like a broken record, isn't he? A moment passes, Adam and Anoop lapse into yet another round of giggles, so natually he glances over, and ohgodisthathisasscurverightthere (Kris wants to yell pull up your fucking pants, Adam! but that might be a little too obvious).
It becomes too hard to resist the urge to cross his legs, lest certain...apendages become too obvious in their eagerness, and Kris does, accidentally knocking his iPod off of his knee in the process. Matt is disturbed from his reading at the noise it makes, and when Kris tries a little too hard to look innocent - folds one leg over the other a bit too quickly - Matt's eyes narrow in suspicion.
He leans over from the chair besides Kris, and whispers, "Lusting after Adam again, are you?" Kris goes red; he didn't know he was that obvious, and the thought of other's witnessing his secret shame makes him feel slightly sick. Matt takes note of even this reaction, and mentions, "It's not like we haven't noticed."
"I didn't think that you - you all...you all knew?" Kris whispers back, horrified. He dearly hopes that Matt won't demand of him, Knew what? because he's not quite sure himself, and shit, does Kris really want to keep thinking about everything he does and does know when the answer could be so unseemly?
Matt barks out an incredulous laugh at his reaction, and scoffs, "Of course. You're only staring at him half of the day. I mean, what are you, in love with him?"
Kris' heart twists in two and the tension in his body has to be released somehow: he shoves Matt in the shoulder, and the resident joker stumbles about half a foot. In his haste to dissuade the overflow of fear and guilt, Kris had shoved harder than he meant to. "No way, man!" he protests as quietly as he can, checking to make sure that Adam can't hear them. He doesn't seem to have noticed, and is still sitting at the computer with Anoop.
Matt's eyes follow his. He turns to Kris again, and whispers back, "Then stop acting like it!"
His cheeks flush and his heart pounds even harder and Kris just says, "You're way off mark, dude," because what else is he supposed to tell him? Matt rolls his eyes and mutters something about close quarters and their affect on hormones; he then picks himself up and returns to his novel, radiating righteous indignation as he rubs his shoulder.
The guilt only increases knowing that he (albeit unintentionally) injured a close friend, and Kris wonders if he should apologize. He decides not to, a move unlike Kris Allen in an average situation, but there are too many questions circling his brain that either need to be answered or ignored as soon as possible.
Am I? he asks himself. In love? With Adami?
As if on cue, John Mayer starts singing about saying what you need to say and fighting with the shadows inside your heart and keeping it wide open at the same time (he's not that good at multi-tasking), and Kris wishes it was that fucking easy. But it isn't, and he's always been a realistic person.
So he asks himself again. Am I in love with Adam Lambert?
There's a warm stirring in his gut as soon as Kris voices the question inward. And as his mind contemplates the wonders of Adam Lambert's hips for the fifteenth time in five minutes, Kris wonders if all of this might add up to a solid yes.
Continue? Y/N/M?