Books, Glitter, and Hearts of Foam 2/?
Title: Books, Glitter, and Hearts of Foam 2/?
Rating: R
Summary: Adam works in the café of a local bookstore. There isn’t much that’s great about the job, aside from the pretty stocker that worked in the romance section. And with some helpful info he learns that his crush isn’t all that one-sided.
Warnings: Explicit fantasies and cussing.
Notes: Yay second chapter. Also, as it might be painfully obvious, I know nothing about coffee; drinking or making, so anything java-related may be wrong here.
Adam gaped as Kris walked in to the store, wearing his fucking jacket. Adam groaned and was so glad for the counter covering his growing erection. “Holy shit.” He heard Allison by his side and turned to see her grinning. “You guys finally got together?”
Adam pouted, dropping his eyes to the granite counter. “We… just talked.” He didn’t look up as he was met with silence, afraid of what he’d see in Alli’s expression. “He got cold while we were walking to our cars so I gave him my jacket. I just kinda forgot it when I left since…” He lowered his voice a little. “I flaked.”
He drummed his fingers on the gray top then stiffened as he heard a snicker. “Wow.” Alli leaned back against the counter, smirking. “Adam Lambert, sex god, flaking out. And you were just walking to your cars, too.” She shook her head. “Pretty bad, man.”
Adam grumbled. “Oh shut up.” He looked up as one of the other employees came in, he thought her name was Katy. “Hi.”
Thought-to-be-Katy rolled her eyes and slapped her hands on the counter. “Shut it and give me the details.”
Adam blinked a few times. “Um, e-excuse me?”
She gestured back to a set of bookshelves a few feet away from the café, where he usually saw the cute little brunette usually stocking and reading with the adorable crooked lips and fluffy hair that Adam’s fingers itched to touch, now nowhere to be found. “Kris.”
As if on cue the brunette - Kris, oh my god, his name was perfect - walked out, carrying a huge box to a shelf. Adam chewed into his lip as he saw Kris tear into the box, putting on a pair of glasses to read the label and ISBN numbers, and he swallowed as the brunette reached onto his tiptoes to slip a book onto a shelf an a sliver of skin showed beneath the red uniform shirt.
He jumped as a pair of snapping fingers in his face brought him back. Katy smiled. “I knew it.” He blinked again as she leaned up on the counter, balancing only on her elbows and toes. “I need details.” She paused for a moment. “Like your name for instance.”
Allison piped up then. “You lost your name tag again, Adam, seriously?”
He flushed and shrugged. “It’s tiny, and it’s also ridiculous looking.” He looked back to Katy. “And why do you need these details? What do you get out of it?”
She sighed. “Kris is my friend.” She settled back down, her hands lacing on the granite. “I want to make sure he’ll be happy so anybody he had a crush on or-”
“Wait a second, what?” Adam held up a hand, his eyes wide. “You mean he has a crush on… me?”
Katy stared at him for a while, then shared a look with Allison and grumbled. “The both of you are completely ridiculous.” She nodded her head dramatically. “Yes! Duh!” She turned to look back at the shelves and Adam looked up only to see Kris staring intently at the book in his hand. “He’s watching you all the time, pretty much.”
Adam nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on Kris the entire time. He watched as a small smile quirked his lips, and he sighed, lids and lashes fluttering twice before he glanced back up and - holy shit he was. He stared in wonder as Kris’ face went beet red and he flailed for a second before disappearing behind some bookcases further down. “Damn…”
“Alright.” Allison yelped. “You and me, we’re trading information now. I need to know everything about Kris and I’ll tell you everything I know about Adam.” He opened his mouth to argue, turning to grab Alli and pull her back behind the counter but she rushed out of the café with Katy before he could even take a breath to speak.
He huffed and settled against the counter, then smiled when he saw Kris shuffling up, face still slightly red, glasses gone - Aww… and he looked so sexy in them, too - and picking at the hem of his shirt.
“Hi.” Okay, calm down a bit there, Adam. No need to seem like a rabid fucking animal. “Um, the usual?”
Kris’ head bobbed and he looked up enough to give a tiny smile. “Uh…” He cleared his throat when their eyes met and looked away quickly - he’s adorable, can I keep him? - “Thanks for the other night.” He paused a beat, twisting the shirt a little. “The jacket, I mean.”
Adam grinned, keeping his hands busy on the machine in front of him so he wouldn’t just leap over the counter and maul him right there - though it is tempting, and I doubt he’d mind that much. “Not a problem.” He said instead, tilting the cup slightly as he started pouring the steamed milk into it. He grinned as a heart blossomed into the drink, then picked up a pin and, using the dark foam near the edge, write one simple word into the edge of the heart.
He carefully clipped the lid onto the cup, then paused for a moment and looked at the cuffs. He glanced at Kris for a moment, then dug a pen out of his apron - for the people who just had to give him five different drink orders with all the complicated specifications - then wrote his number on the cuff. He slipped it on, gave Kris a smile and handed him the cup. “Thanks.” Kris grinned brightly, clutching his hand around the cup then moving back to a table near the shelves he usually worked. Adam could see other patrons starting to gather around but he kept an eye on Kris.
He swallowed as Kris popped the lid off, then it was like the entire room lit up with the thousand watt smile from the brunette. Kris lifted his eyes to him, still grinning enough to blind someone, then mouthed “Thank you.” to Adam.
“Excuse me!” Adam shook his head, looking away from Kris to the short, frazzled woman in front of him. She huffed and glared at him. He hung his head, still smiling from Kris and apologized, taking her order and getting to work.
Despite that people had him running all over - even more than usual without Allison or Cale, who was late as usual - he still look furtive glances to the romance section, catching Kris reading and smiling goofily, or stretching on his toes to put a book away, or just being the biggest distraction in the world.
Cale came in when Alli came back, and he could’ve sworn from the whispers he heard that a betting pool had just started, but that didn’t matter at the moment.
What did matter was that Allison had talked to Katy. And Katy had best friend information. He needed that kind of a lot.
“Cale, we’re taking our breaks now so…” Cale opened his mouth to complain but Adam was already gone into the back room with Allison in tow. Of course she was grinning.
“Okay, you know what I want. Spill.”
Alli chuckled then pushed him back into one of the uncomfortable seats. “You are going to worship me after this.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, waiting for her to start. “Okay, since I’m sure one of you is going to crack soon and make a move,” Adam grinned to himself at that, but kept quiet. “I’ll leave the intimate details for him to fill in.” She cleared her throat. “But I do have his work schedule, which car he drives, his apartment building - I couldn’t get apartment number, though - and his next five vacation days.”
Adam stared, gaping a little. “Um.” He shifted in his seat a little. “You know that makes it sound like I’m going to stalk him, right?”
Alli shrugged. “That’s what lovers do.” Adam was about to argue that no, that is not and you are most definitely doing something wrong but then Cale burst into the back room.
“Guys, the high school just got out. Also, college kids, and they look ready to kill if they don’t get their drinks.”
Adam sighed and stood up. “Whatever, just.” He fixed his apron and moved back out. “Let’s just get this day over with.”
Adam was tired as hell, Cale wasn’t kidding when he said those kids were more ruthless than usual. He may have spent only a few months in college but he never remembered being like that.
He sighed and pulled up another chair, having to close up since Alli had a class to go to and Cale - being Cale, of course - disappeared. He jumped as he heard another chair click against a table top and turned to see Kris there. “Um?”
Kris flushed a little - oh god that’s cute - and scuffed his shoe on the ground - even cuter. “I-uh. I saw you were alone, figured you could use the help.”
Adam’s huge smile softened and he chuckled lightly. “Yeah, that’d be great.” Kris looked up then, smiling, and rushed around the circular table, setting the chairs seat down on the blue-and-off-black checkered top. He laughed as tiny little Kris moved around like a tornado, only leaving behind a somewhat calm instead of chaos. As soon as all the chairs were up Adam handed Kris a broom and waited with the mop in his hands, watching the object of his desires humming along to some unknown melody.
Adam wasn’t sure if it was good that hearing that light melody with a few disjointed lyrics excited him more than any of his fantasies - okay that was a lie, there was one fantasy of Kris laying pliant over one of those tables, glasses on, and knees drawn up in an invitation. His eyes glazed over in an obvious command of ‘fuck me or else’ and that delectable looking bottom lip sticking out in a sinful pout that just made Adam want.
He was surprised out of his reverie when he heard something clatter to the floor. He looked up at Kris, seeing his hands locked in front of him and opened, the broom lying dejectedly on the floor, and his eyes wide and staring straight at Adam. “Oh f-f-fuck.” Kris stuttered before standing frozen for a few more seconds before blurring past Adam and leaving the barista confused and worried.
He debated on rushing after him but he was worried, what if Kris wasn’t really interested in him? What if he’s straight or confused or, shit, Adam didn’t know what the hell was wrong, and he didn’t have any idea at all how to fix whatever it was. He reluctantly picked up the broom and finished sweeping before going a quick run over with the mop and turning off all the lights and locking up.
He walked out into a downpour of rain - seriously, it hardly rained in LA, someone out there was fucking with him - and of course it would be the time that he’d have no jacket, and would’ve parked at the farthest spot from the store. Adam grumbled for a few seconds before sucking in a chilled breath and braving the storm to his car.
He didn’t notice the eyes locked on him inside a warming up truck, and he was about to pull out when there was a tap on his window.
He turned to see a gloved hand, connected to a leather jacket that was wrapped around a very wet - very sexy looking - Kris. Adam quickly unlocked the door and was about to open his mouth to ask Kris what he wanted when Kris just threw the door open and landed on Adam’s lap.
Kris was trembling, and it wasn’t about the cold if the fearful and unsure look in those huge brown eyes said anything. Kris drew in a deep breath, pulled the door shut, then lowered his head. “I’m sorry for, uh… f-freaking out before… I-It’s just.” He itched nervously at the back of his neck, having to crane down a bit and that was just torturous to put those delicious lips that close. “I’ve never… done t-this before…”
Adam looked over him for a bit then sobered. “Just… never with men? Or…”
Kris blushed and looked away, shaking his head. Adam swallowed, because just thinking of the possibility of being the first person to even just brush lips with Kris was insane.
He brought a hand up to damp brown hair, curling his fingers around the locks and squeezing, sending a rivulet of water down his forearm and the back of his jacket. Kris moaned, his eyes slipping shut, and if he that much more Adam knew they’d be fucked, Kris in the very literal sense. As in, tossed in the back seat, clothes ripped off, skin devoured by lips and tongues-
Adam shuddered, feeling a finger trace down his cheek bone. He cleared his throat and looked up at Kris, his heart pounding at what he saw in those huge, beautiful, chocolate spheres.
Adam’s brain tripped over that one word, what exactly he saw in Kris' eyes… Love… and then short-circuited.
Rating: R
Summary: Adam works in the café of a local bookstore. There isn’t much that’s great about the job, aside from the pretty stocker that worked in the romance section. And with some helpful info he learns that his crush isn’t all that one-sided.
Warnings: Explicit fantasies and cussing.
Notes: Yay second chapter. Also, as it might be painfully obvious, I know nothing about coffee; drinking or making, so anything java-related may be wrong here.
Adam gaped as Kris walked in to the store, wearing his fucking jacket. Adam groaned and was so glad for the counter covering his growing erection. “Holy shit.” He heard Allison by his side and turned to see her grinning. “You guys finally got together?”
Adam pouted, dropping his eyes to the granite counter. “We… just talked.” He didn’t look up as he was met with silence, afraid of what he’d see in Alli’s expression. “He got cold while we were walking to our cars so I gave him my jacket. I just kinda forgot it when I left since…” He lowered his voice a little. “I flaked.”
He drummed his fingers on the gray top then stiffened as he heard a snicker. “Wow.” Alli leaned back against the counter, smirking. “Adam Lambert, sex god, flaking out. And you were just walking to your cars, too.” She shook her head. “Pretty bad, man.”
Adam grumbled. “Oh shut up.” He looked up as one of the other employees came in, he thought her name was Katy. “Hi.”
Thought-to-be-Katy rolled her eyes and slapped her hands on the counter. “Shut it and give me the details.”
Adam blinked a few times. “Um, e-excuse me?”
She gestured back to a set of bookshelves a few feet away from the café, where he usually saw the cute little brunette usually stocking and reading with the adorable crooked lips and fluffy hair that Adam’s fingers itched to touch, now nowhere to be found. “Kris.”
As if on cue the brunette - Kris, oh my god, his name was perfect - walked out, carrying a huge box to a shelf. Adam chewed into his lip as he saw Kris tear into the box, putting on a pair of glasses to read the label and ISBN numbers, and he swallowed as the brunette reached onto his tiptoes to slip a book onto a shelf an a sliver of skin showed beneath the red uniform shirt.
He jumped as a pair of snapping fingers in his face brought him back. Katy smiled. “I knew it.” He blinked again as she leaned up on the counter, balancing only on her elbows and toes. “I need details.” She paused for a moment. “Like your name for instance.”
Allison piped up then. “You lost your name tag again, Adam, seriously?”
He flushed and shrugged. “It’s tiny, and it’s also ridiculous looking.” He looked back to Katy. “And why do you need these details? What do you get out of it?”
She sighed. “Kris is my friend.” She settled back down, her hands lacing on the granite. “I want to make sure he’ll be happy so anybody he had a crush on or-”
“Wait a second, what?” Adam held up a hand, his eyes wide. “You mean he has a crush on… me?”
Katy stared at him for a while, then shared a look with Allison and grumbled. “The both of you are completely ridiculous.” She nodded her head dramatically. “Yes! Duh!” She turned to look back at the shelves and Adam looked up only to see Kris staring intently at the book in his hand. “He’s watching you all the time, pretty much.”
Adam nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on Kris the entire time. He watched as a small smile quirked his lips, and he sighed, lids and lashes fluttering twice before he glanced back up and - holy shit he was. He stared in wonder as Kris’ face went beet red and he flailed for a second before disappearing behind some bookcases further down. “Damn…”
“Alright.” Allison yelped. “You and me, we’re trading information now. I need to know everything about Kris and I’ll tell you everything I know about Adam.” He opened his mouth to argue, turning to grab Alli and pull her back behind the counter but she rushed out of the café with Katy before he could even take a breath to speak.
He huffed and settled against the counter, then smiled when he saw Kris shuffling up, face still slightly red, glasses gone - Aww… and he looked so sexy in them, too - and picking at the hem of his shirt.
“Hi.” Okay, calm down a bit there, Adam. No need to seem like a rabid fucking animal. “Um, the usual?”
Kris’ head bobbed and he looked up enough to give a tiny smile. “Uh…” He cleared his throat when their eyes met and looked away quickly - he’s adorable, can I keep him? - “Thanks for the other night.” He paused a beat, twisting the shirt a little. “The jacket, I mean.”
Adam grinned, keeping his hands busy on the machine in front of him so he wouldn’t just leap over the counter and maul him right there - though it is tempting, and I doubt he’d mind that much. “Not a problem.” He said instead, tilting the cup slightly as he started pouring the steamed milk into it. He grinned as a heart blossomed into the drink, then picked up a pin and, using the dark foam near the edge, write one simple word into the edge of the heart.
He carefully clipped the lid onto the cup, then paused for a moment and looked at the cuffs. He glanced at Kris for a moment, then dug a pen out of his apron - for the people who just had to give him five different drink orders with all the complicated specifications - then wrote his number on the cuff. He slipped it on, gave Kris a smile and handed him the cup. “Thanks.” Kris grinned brightly, clutching his hand around the cup then moving back to a table near the shelves he usually worked. Adam could see other patrons starting to gather around but he kept an eye on Kris.
He swallowed as Kris popped the lid off, then it was like the entire room lit up with the thousand watt smile from the brunette. Kris lifted his eyes to him, still grinning enough to blind someone, then mouthed “Thank you.” to Adam.
“Excuse me!” Adam shook his head, looking away from Kris to the short, frazzled woman in front of him. She huffed and glared at him. He hung his head, still smiling from Kris and apologized, taking her order and getting to work.
Despite that people had him running all over - even more than usual without Allison or Cale, who was late as usual - he still look furtive glances to the romance section, catching Kris reading and smiling goofily, or stretching on his toes to put a book away, or just being the biggest distraction in the world.
Cale came in when Alli came back, and he could’ve sworn from the whispers he heard that a betting pool had just started, but that didn’t matter at the moment.
What did matter was that Allison had talked to Katy. And Katy had best friend information. He needed that kind of a lot.
“Cale, we’re taking our breaks now so…” Cale opened his mouth to complain but Adam was already gone into the back room with Allison in tow. Of course she was grinning.
“Okay, you know what I want. Spill.”
Alli chuckled then pushed him back into one of the uncomfortable seats. “You are going to worship me after this.” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, waiting for her to start. “Okay, since I’m sure one of you is going to crack soon and make a move,” Adam grinned to himself at that, but kept quiet. “I’ll leave the intimate details for him to fill in.” She cleared her throat. “But I do have his work schedule, which car he drives, his apartment building - I couldn’t get apartment number, though - and his next five vacation days.”
Adam stared, gaping a little. “Um.” He shifted in his seat a little. “You know that makes it sound like I’m going to stalk him, right?”
Alli shrugged. “That’s what lovers do.” Adam was about to argue that no, that is not and you are most definitely doing something wrong but then Cale burst into the back room.
“Guys, the high school just got out. Also, college kids, and they look ready to kill if they don’t get their drinks.”
Adam sighed and stood up. “Whatever, just.” He fixed his apron and moved back out. “Let’s just get this day over with.”
Adam was tired as hell, Cale wasn’t kidding when he said those kids were more ruthless than usual. He may have spent only a few months in college but he never remembered being like that.
He sighed and pulled up another chair, having to close up since Alli had a class to go to and Cale - being Cale, of course - disappeared. He jumped as he heard another chair click against a table top and turned to see Kris there. “Um?”
Kris flushed a little - oh god that’s cute - and scuffed his shoe on the ground - even cuter. “I-uh. I saw you were alone, figured you could use the help.”
Adam’s huge smile softened and he chuckled lightly. “Yeah, that’d be great.” Kris looked up then, smiling, and rushed around the circular table, setting the chairs seat down on the blue-and-off-black checkered top. He laughed as tiny little Kris moved around like a tornado, only leaving behind a somewhat calm instead of chaos. As soon as all the chairs were up Adam handed Kris a broom and waited with the mop in his hands, watching the object of his desires humming along to some unknown melody.
Adam wasn’t sure if it was good that hearing that light melody with a few disjointed lyrics excited him more than any of his fantasies - okay that was a lie, there was one fantasy of Kris laying pliant over one of those tables, glasses on, and knees drawn up in an invitation. His eyes glazed over in an obvious command of ‘fuck me or else’ and that delectable looking bottom lip sticking out in a sinful pout that just made Adam want.
He was surprised out of his reverie when he heard something clatter to the floor. He looked up at Kris, seeing his hands locked in front of him and opened, the broom lying dejectedly on the floor, and his eyes wide and staring straight at Adam. “Oh f-f-fuck.” Kris stuttered before standing frozen for a few more seconds before blurring past Adam and leaving the barista confused and worried.
He debated on rushing after him but he was worried, what if Kris wasn’t really interested in him? What if he’s straight or confused or, shit, Adam didn’t know what the hell was wrong, and he didn’t have any idea at all how to fix whatever it was. He reluctantly picked up the broom and finished sweeping before going a quick run over with the mop and turning off all the lights and locking up.
He walked out into a downpour of rain - seriously, it hardly rained in LA, someone out there was fucking with him - and of course it would be the time that he’d have no jacket, and would’ve parked at the farthest spot from the store. Adam grumbled for a few seconds before sucking in a chilled breath and braving the storm to his car.
He didn’t notice the eyes locked on him inside a warming up truck, and he was about to pull out when there was a tap on his window.
He turned to see a gloved hand, connected to a leather jacket that was wrapped around a very wet - very sexy looking - Kris. Adam quickly unlocked the door and was about to open his mouth to ask Kris what he wanted when Kris just threw the door open and landed on Adam’s lap.
Kris was trembling, and it wasn’t about the cold if the fearful and unsure look in those huge brown eyes said anything. Kris drew in a deep breath, pulled the door shut, then lowered his head. “I’m sorry for, uh… f-freaking out before… I-It’s just.” He itched nervously at the back of his neck, having to crane down a bit and that was just torturous to put those delicious lips that close. “I’ve never… done t-this before…”
Adam looked over him for a bit then sobered. “Just… never with men? Or…”
Kris blushed and looked away, shaking his head. Adam swallowed, because just thinking of the possibility of being the first person to even just brush lips with Kris was insane.
He brought a hand up to damp brown hair, curling his fingers around the locks and squeezing, sending a rivulet of water down his forearm and the back of his jacket. Kris moaned, his eyes slipping shut, and if he that much more Adam knew they’d be fucked, Kris in the very literal sense. As in, tossed in the back seat, clothes ripped off, skin devoured by lips and tongues-
Adam shuddered, feeling a finger trace down his cheek bone. He cleared his throat and looked up at Kris, his heart pounding at what he saw in those huge, beautiful, chocolate spheres.
Adam’s brain tripped over that one word, what exactly he saw in Kris' eyes… Love… and then short-circuited.