iTunes Bandslam; Drunk Love
Title: Drunk Love
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris comes back to the hotel room drunk, Adam takes care of him.; Set during Tour.
Pairing: Kradam
Warnings: Drunk!Kris, mild cussing, nothing too bad.
A/N: Decided to try something; picked an artist from my iTunes and got The Cab so now I’m going to try and write a fic/drabble for every song I have by them. That’s 12 not including the song I already did (ZZZZZ) and any covers so here’s the second. Song Title: Drunk Love.
Kris was drunk, most definitely drunk. There was no way he couldn’t be. Sure, he got giggly and handsy when he was tired but this.
This was just ridiculous.
“Hey Kris, how about we go to bed, hmm?” Comically huge coffee eyes lifted up to meet Adam’s. A small, dopey - completely adorable - grin lit up his face a moment later.
“Ya tryin’ ta seduce me, Mista Lambert?” His sultry-but-not tone made Adam smile. He huffed and draped an arm around Kris’ waist, helping him hobble over to his bed. As soon as Kris laid down he decided now was a good time to grip onto Adam’s shirt. “No, stay.” Damn that pout.
Adam stared for a moment then sighed and fell on the bed beside him, grimacing slightly as Kris imitated an octopus and twined himself with the taller man. He rolled his eyes as he heard Kris’ breaths slow until he started making those - again, adorable - whining sounds. “You are so unfair.” He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over the both of them, closing his eyes and eventually falling to sleep.
“Ugh, the sun sucks so hard.” Adam smiled sleepily as he heard Kris groan.
“Maybe next time don’t drink so much.”
Kris whined and buried his face in Adam’s chest. “Blame Matt and Anoop. My head is going to explode…”
Adam rolled his eyes; he never thought Kris would be this dramatic, hung over or not. “Just wait here, pocket idol, I’ll get you some aspirin.”
When he got back with a cup of water and the medicine Kris had his head buried under a pillow, grumbling into the mattress. Adam tapped him on the shoulder and he sat up, taking the plastic cup and swallowing down two of the pills. He flopped back down, wincing afterwards and stared up at Adam. “What happened last night, anyway?”
He shrugged. “You stumbled in and pretty much fell right in my lap and wouldn’t let me leave.” Adam looked down at himself; he was still in his clothes from the performance the other night, in everything except the boots. When he looked back Kris was pouting down at his lap.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered and Adam chuckled. “No, really.” He looked up, wearing the same expression a child who broke their mothers favorite heels would. “You shouldn’t have to go through that.”
Adam shook his head and squeezed Kris into his side. “But I’m your tour wife.” Kris smiled. “It’s my job to take care of my hubby when he’s out getting drunk.”
He got an elbow for that, but Kris was still laughing. Adam thought he could spend his entire life with that laugh on repeat and be the happiest man in the world.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris comes back to the hotel room drunk, Adam takes care of him.; Set during Tour.
Pairing: Kradam
Warnings: Drunk!Kris, mild cussing, nothing too bad.
A/N: Decided to try something; picked an artist from my iTunes and got The Cab so now I’m going to try and write a fic/drabble for every song I have by them. That’s 12 not including the song I already did (ZZZZZ) and any covers so here’s the second. Song Title: Drunk Love.
Kris was drunk, most definitely drunk. There was no way he couldn’t be. Sure, he got giggly and handsy when he was tired but this.
This was just ridiculous.
“Hey Kris, how about we go to bed, hmm?” Comically huge coffee eyes lifted up to meet Adam’s. A small, dopey - completely adorable - grin lit up his face a moment later.
“Ya tryin’ ta seduce me, Mista Lambert?” His sultry-but-not tone made Adam smile. He huffed and draped an arm around Kris’ waist, helping him hobble over to his bed. As soon as Kris laid down he decided now was a good time to grip onto Adam’s shirt. “No, stay.” Damn that pout.
Adam stared for a moment then sighed and fell on the bed beside him, grimacing slightly as Kris imitated an octopus and twined himself with the taller man. He rolled his eyes as he heard Kris’ breaths slow until he started making those - again, adorable - whining sounds. “You are so unfair.” He grabbed the blanket and pulled it over the both of them, closing his eyes and eventually falling to sleep.
“Ugh, the sun sucks so hard.” Adam smiled sleepily as he heard Kris groan.
“Maybe next time don’t drink so much.”
Kris whined and buried his face in Adam’s chest. “Blame Matt and Anoop. My head is going to explode…”
Adam rolled his eyes; he never thought Kris would be this dramatic, hung over or not. “Just wait here, pocket idol, I’ll get you some aspirin.”
When he got back with a cup of water and the medicine Kris had his head buried under a pillow, grumbling into the mattress. Adam tapped him on the shoulder and he sat up, taking the plastic cup and swallowing down two of the pills. He flopped back down, wincing afterwards and stared up at Adam. “What happened last night, anyway?”
He shrugged. “You stumbled in and pretty much fell right in my lap and wouldn’t let me leave.” Adam looked down at himself; he was still in his clothes from the performance the other night, in everything except the boots. When he looked back Kris was pouting down at his lap.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered and Adam chuckled. “No, really.” He looked up, wearing the same expression a child who broke their mothers favorite heels would. “You shouldn’t have to go through that.”
Adam shook his head and squeezed Kris into his side. “But I’m your tour wife.” Kris smiled. “It’s my job to take care of my hubby when he’s out getting drunk.”
He got an elbow for that, but Kris was still laughing. Adam thought he could spend his entire life with that laugh on repeat and be the happiest man in the world.