Pretend
Title: Pretend
Rating: PG
Summary: Kris and Adam grow closer; Adam's planning something; Kris tries to ask Adam about his reasoning behind hating therapy.
Warnings: Bits of fluff
Notes: Title from Secondhand Serenade song of same name.
Kris stared down at the sheet of paper, his handwriting scrawled all over in words he forced himself to write. Rebecca had told him that if he recorded his nightmares it could help him figure out what was causing it. That was a month ago, and Kris couldn’t come up with anything other than possibly stress. At least, since he was looking for other things than Katy’s passing.
He huffed out a sigh and placed the notebook back onto the nightstand, then smiled as he felt Adam’s arms snake around his waist. He turned and grinned at the sleepy, smiling face gazing up at him. “Mornin’.” Adam ground out, rubbing his face against Kris’ thigh affectionately. “Sleep good?”
Kris thought back to the dream; having to wait in the hospital, trying to hear anything about Adam’s condition but no one would stop to tell him anything. It was considerably tamer than the others, and he did sleep a lot better, especially considering he hadn’t woke Adam up this time. “Yeah, I did.” Adam absolutely beamed and pushed the upper half of his body up to press his lips to Kris’.
After a few minutes passed of somnolent pecks, lazy, drawn out strokes of skin, and whispered confessions of love they untangled from each other and the sheets and padded away to different sections of the house to get ready. As soon as they were dressed, fed, and their lips were thoroughly bruised by the others they rushed out into the chilled winter air to Kris’ car.
They laughed together the entire way there, seeming giddy for absolutely no reason at all. As Kris pulled into the parking lot, though, Adam’s laughter suddenly died. “Oh my god.”
Kris blinked and cut the ignition, turning toward Adam. “What’s wrong?”
Adam shook his head, a huge smile breaking across his face. “Next month it’ll be a year.” Kris blinked and Adam turned his a million watt smile on him. “We’ll be together for a year.”
Kris felt his own lips curling as well. What with everything going on lately he’d forgotten all about it. He jumped as Adam clapped his hands together loudly. “I’ll set everything up, Kris. You just worry about telling that quack you’ll be gone.” Kris opened his mouth but Adam was out of the car skipping - literally - to the building. Kris shook his head, laughing, and followed him in after grabbing his guitar case.
They both were freed from their producers around the same time, which surprises them both when they meet in the main hall. They manage to get back home and Kris can get his guitar settled before Adam pins him back to the wall to continue where they left off this morning.
About halfway through, however, they were interrupted by Kris’ phone going off. He groaned and Adam chuckled, shifting on the couch as Kris flopped off of his lap on the other side of him. “I have to see about something, anyway.” He lifted off the couch and padded into their bedroom as Kris flipped open his phone.
“Kris?” He smiled at the familiar voice of his mom on the other end. “I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?”
Kris flushed slightly and glanced to the closed bedroom door. “No, ma. We were just lounging around, as usual.”
He could hear the grin through the phone. “As long as you had fun, dear.” Kris resisted the urge to smack his head off the coffee table and groan. “So how are things going?” Her voice got a bit more serious. “How’s counseling?”
She had no idea about the nightmares, so her dislike for his sudden need of a therapist had more reason than Adam. He glanced to the door again and frowned, he’d have to interrogate him again, tonight. “Things are fine. She’s just helped me sort things out.” He paused for a moment. “It’s helping.”
She huffed. “Alright. Well, I’ll leave you to get back to Adam.” He wished glares could be directed over states. “Love you, dear.”
“Love you, too, ma.” He click the phone shut at the dial tone and looked up as the door to the bedroom opened. Adam poked his head out, smiling wider than he’s ever seen - or thought possible.
“Are you coming?” Kris rolled his eyes and flushed as Adam snickered at the innuendo.
When he moved into the room he saw that Adam was already dressed in his fleece bottoms and - Kris grinned a lot wider than he should’ve - no shirt. He quickly did the same with his flannel bottoms and crawled under the covers, curling himself around Adam’s body as he did follow suit with Kris.
A few moments of silence passed, the only sound in the room the soft clicking of their lips, when Kris remembered he still needed to talk to Adam. He pulled away, lips twitching at Adam’s groan of protest. “You better have pulled away for a good reason, Kristopher.”
Kris shuddered at the menacing tone combined with the way Adam always said his full name - like it was aural sex, or something. He shook his head and glared. “Not gonna work.” He propped himself up on his elbow. “You never told me why you’re against this therapy thing.” He felt Adam tense up next to him. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.”
Adam hesitated before he sighed. “Just…” He looked into Kris’ eyes. “A little more time, please Kris.”
Kris stared for a while before nodding and laying back down right next to him, moving as close as possible to Adam and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “As long as you do tell me.” He locked his brown eyes with Adam’s liquid sapphire. “I don’t want to push you but I do want to know.”
Adam’s head bobbed before locked their lips together again. He curled his arms around Kris’ back and toyed with his hair, and eventually they both passed out, lips only a hair away and limbs curled together.
Rating: PG
Summary: Kris and Adam grow closer; Adam's planning something; Kris tries to ask Adam about his reasoning behind hating therapy.
Warnings: Bits of fluff
Notes: Title from Secondhand Serenade song of same name.
Kris stared down at the sheet of paper, his handwriting scrawled all over in words he forced himself to write. Rebecca had told him that if he recorded his nightmares it could help him figure out what was causing it. That was a month ago, and Kris couldn’t come up with anything other than possibly stress. At least, since he was looking for other things than Katy’s passing.
He huffed out a sigh and placed the notebook back onto the nightstand, then smiled as he felt Adam’s arms snake around his waist. He turned and grinned at the sleepy, smiling face gazing up at him. “Mornin’.” Adam ground out, rubbing his face against Kris’ thigh affectionately. “Sleep good?”
Kris thought back to the dream; having to wait in the hospital, trying to hear anything about Adam’s condition but no one would stop to tell him anything. It was considerably tamer than the others, and he did sleep a lot better, especially considering he hadn’t woke Adam up this time. “Yeah, I did.” Adam absolutely beamed and pushed the upper half of his body up to press his lips to Kris’.
After a few minutes passed of somnolent pecks, lazy, drawn out strokes of skin, and whispered confessions of love they untangled from each other and the sheets and padded away to different sections of the house to get ready. As soon as they were dressed, fed, and their lips were thoroughly bruised by the others they rushed out into the chilled winter air to Kris’ car.
They laughed together the entire way there, seeming giddy for absolutely no reason at all. As Kris pulled into the parking lot, though, Adam’s laughter suddenly died. “Oh my god.”
Kris blinked and cut the ignition, turning toward Adam. “What’s wrong?”
Adam shook his head, a huge smile breaking across his face. “Next month it’ll be a year.” Kris blinked and Adam turned his a million watt smile on him. “We’ll be together for a year.”
Kris felt his own lips curling as well. What with everything going on lately he’d forgotten all about it. He jumped as Adam clapped his hands together loudly. “I’ll set everything up, Kris. You just worry about telling that quack you’ll be gone.” Kris opened his mouth but Adam was out of the car skipping - literally - to the building. Kris shook his head, laughing, and followed him in after grabbing his guitar case.
They both were freed from their producers around the same time, which surprises them both when they meet in the main hall. They manage to get back home and Kris can get his guitar settled before Adam pins him back to the wall to continue where they left off this morning.
About halfway through, however, they were interrupted by Kris’ phone going off. He groaned and Adam chuckled, shifting on the couch as Kris flopped off of his lap on the other side of him. “I have to see about something, anyway.” He lifted off the couch and padded into their bedroom as Kris flipped open his phone.
“Kris?” He smiled at the familiar voice of his mom on the other end. “I wasn’t interrupting anything, was I?”
Kris flushed slightly and glanced to the closed bedroom door. “No, ma. We were just lounging around, as usual.”
He could hear the grin through the phone. “As long as you had fun, dear.” Kris resisted the urge to smack his head off the coffee table and groan. “So how are things going?” Her voice got a bit more serious. “How’s counseling?”
She had no idea about the nightmares, so her dislike for his sudden need of a therapist had more reason than Adam. He glanced to the door again and frowned, he’d have to interrogate him again, tonight. “Things are fine. She’s just helped me sort things out.” He paused for a moment. “It’s helping.”
She huffed. “Alright. Well, I’ll leave you to get back to Adam.” He wished glares could be directed over states. “Love you, dear.”
“Love you, too, ma.” He click the phone shut at the dial tone and looked up as the door to the bedroom opened. Adam poked his head out, smiling wider than he’s ever seen - or thought possible.
“Are you coming?” Kris rolled his eyes and flushed as Adam snickered at the innuendo.
When he moved into the room he saw that Adam was already dressed in his fleece bottoms and - Kris grinned a lot wider than he should’ve - no shirt. He quickly did the same with his flannel bottoms and crawled under the covers, curling himself around Adam’s body as he did follow suit with Kris.
A few moments of silence passed, the only sound in the room the soft clicking of their lips, when Kris remembered he still needed to talk to Adam. He pulled away, lips twitching at Adam’s groan of protest. “You better have pulled away for a good reason, Kristopher.”
Kris shuddered at the menacing tone combined with the way Adam always said his full name - like it was aural sex, or something. He shook his head and glared. “Not gonna work.” He propped himself up on his elbow. “You never told me why you’re against this therapy thing.” He felt Adam tense up next to him. “Come on, it can’t be that bad.”
Adam hesitated before he sighed. “Just…” He looked into Kris’ eyes. “A little more time, please Kris.”
Kris stared for a while before nodding and laying back down right next to him, moving as close as possible to Adam and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “As long as you do tell me.” He locked his brown eyes with Adam’s liquid sapphire. “I don’t want to push you but I do want to know.”
Adam’s head bobbed before locked their lips together again. He curled his arms around Kris’ back and toyed with his hair, and eventually they both passed out, lips only a hair away and limbs curled together.