fic: i will finally know the feeling

Jul 15, 2010 00:04

Title: i will finally know the feeling
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~2,000
Summary: They don't go that long without any kind of physical contact. (Schmoop alert! High school AU.)

A/N: Thanks for all your lovely comments, guys. ♥ There's still a lot more where these came from, so sit tight. Also, these are just random ficlets that don't really go in any particular order. Maybe someday I'll write something linear, but that time is not now. Enjoy!

Master post of previous installments: here

"Midnight, Kris."

"Thanks, mama."

Kris smiles when she presses a kiss on his cheek, then waits until she's safely on the other side of their front door. Then he pulls away from their sidewalk, letting his instincts take over the long-familiar drive. When he reaches his destination, he hops out of the car and jogs to the front door. He knocks a few times, bouncing on his heels as he waits.

Leila peeks her head out and she smiles indulgently when she sees him. "I was wondering if I was going to see you today. He's studying upstairs," she says as she lets him in.

He presses a quick kiss to her cheek. "Thank you. Mama says hi, and she said to call her tonight, if it's not too late."

"Thanks, kid."

Kris makes his way up the stairs and to Adam's room. The hallway was quiet save for the strains of a Zep song that Kris can barely hear through the crack in the doorway. He carefully pushes the door open and slips inside, wincing at the loud click when he flips the lock.

The room doesn't look any different from when Kris left it the previous night - piles of clothes randomly scattered on the floor; desk a mess of books and notebook paper; closet door left wide open, an explosion of color and leather and shiny objects. Kris smiles when he spots Adam dozing on the messy bed, on his stomach, a pillow hugged to his chest. He walks closer and feels his smile widen, when he hears light snores coming from Adam's nose.

He makes his way to the side of the bed and kneels on the carpet. He carefully pushes back the soft hair flopping on Adam's forehead, indulging himself for a bit and just looks. It's not often that he can do this without Adam being aware of it, trying to distract him or get into his pants, an adorable blush spreading on his cheeks at the undivided attention. Stop staring, Adam always says, leaning in for a kiss or reaching out for a grope. Thought you wanted to be a rock star, babe. You gotta get used to the attention, Kris always quips back.

He lets his eyes linger on the dark sweep of Adam's lashes on his cheek, at the smattering of freckles all over - Kris can tell they're a few shades darker than usual because of the afternoon Adam spent under the sun, hanging out on the bleachers with Alisan ostensibly to do homework but spent most of it yelling double entendres all through Kris's baseball practice. His fingers can't help but trace lightly on Adam's nose, long and thin and perfect. He thumbs gently on the freckles dotting his lips, aching for a taste. He kind of wants to punch himself in the face for counting, but it'd been five hours since their last kiss - saying goodbye in the car at dusk, when Adam dropped him off at home so he could get ready for a huge family dinner - and other than the time between going to bed and picking each other up to head to school, they don't go that long without any kind of physical contact.

Placing his glasses on the dresser then toeing off his shoes and unbuttoning his dress shirt, Kris tries to figure out the best way to wake Adam up. Then without warning, his world suddenly tilts. And before he knows it, he's lying on the bed, face smushed on Adam's shoulder, Adam wrapped around him like an oversized octopus. A pair of arms are twined around his back, a leg slung across his waist, and he's being squeezed really him tight. Adam hadn't even opened his eyes through any of it, his breathing as even as it was when Kris first came into the room. He'd dragged Kris onto the bed like a ragdoll in his sleep. My giant weirdo, Kris sighs internally.

He tries his best to adjust in Adam's grip, turning his head and pressing his face into Adam's neck, his hands drifting under Adam's shirt to trace light patterns on his back. Sappy as it may sound, if anyone asked him where his favorite place in the world was, this would undoubtedly be his answer. He kisses the thin skin of Adam's neck and breathes in deep. He could so easily fall asleep like this. While every cell in his body is screaming for him to just close his eyes and fall under, he knew two sets of parents will freak out if he let himself give in.

Every attempt to pull away only results in a rumbling in Adam's chest and arms tightening their grip around him. Part of Kris chastises himself for stopping by so late on a weeknight, but a bigger part knew better - of course he was going to stop by, they can't stay away from each other that long, he can't not come over even to just say goodnight. Adam would be more pissy if Kris just left than if he gets woken up in the middle of the night.

They only have so much time, and Kris knows that however much he wants to, they can't stay this way for long. He pulls back the few inches that he can, putting his head beside Adam's on the pillow, their noses touching.

"Adam," he murmurs. "Baby, I need you to wake up for me."

Adam mumbles something incomprehensible and pulls, trapping Kris against his shoulder again.

Kris can't help but smile into his skin. He loves Adam in every way, all the time, but Kris thinks he loves him like this the most, when he's soft and clumsy and sweet, completely unaware of his surroundings. He turns his head and plants soft, wet kisses all along his shoulder and up his neck, nipping at the freckles he knows are there, sucking a light bruise on the jut of Adam's jaw. His hand drifts downward from Adam's back, squeezing his ass through his boxers. He feels Adam's cock twitch against his stomach and smothers a grin. "Wake up, love."

He feels the arms around him tighten their grip minutely, and Adam's body stretches beside him. Kris pulls away, eyes darting up at Adam's half-lidded, bleary gaze. He smiles brightly. "Hey, you."

Adam's forehead wrinkles, all adorably confused and caught unaware. Kris lets him take a few moments to wake up a little more, planting butterfly kisses all over his face. Then he feels warm, clumsy hands cup his cheeks and pet at his hair. He sighs and happily leans in to the touch, playfully nipping at the bits of palm and thumb that he can reach.

"Time is it?" Adam rasps.

"Just past eleven," Kris says. "Came to say goodnight."

"Mmm," Adam murmurs as he leans in and hilariously puckers his lips. "Kiss."

It takes all of his self control to keep from laughing and instead he clumsily catches Adam's upper lip in his teeth. This, he thinks. Just this. He feels his whole body sag in relief, finally getting what he's been thinking of all night. After a few lazy kisses, he takes the lead, opening Adam's mouth with his own, drawing his tongue out and sucking lightly. Adam's entire body jolts, hands grabbing at Kris's hair, pressing them even closer together. They kiss for a long time, slow and languid, barely taking full breaths. Their hands wander down each other's bodies, both touch-starved and extra grabby, taking stock of long-familiar skin.

An eternity later, Adam pulls his lips away and pitches forward to plant his face on Kris's neck, breathing in deep. Kris just keeps rubbing his thumb on Adam's hairline, soothing him, enjoying the contact. Sometimes he thinks it should be strange that he enjoys quiet moments like these almost more than their more intense ones - moments of calm over moments when it seemed like they would die if they didn't get their hands down each other's pants quickly enough. But he does; he loves the weight of Adam's arms and legs draped over him, his warm and wet breaths on his skin, the softness of Adam's childhood bed beneath them.

He hears his phone beep in his pocket - it's the alarm he set for 11:30. It takes a great effort to disentangle their limbs. Adam lets out a loud groan of protest, but Kris just shushes him. It gets more and more difficult to do this every night, saying goodbye when all they want is to keep holding on. He's slept on his bed alone for all of his life, but these days, the yawning gap that he feels on the space beside him becomes harder and harder to ignore. He's taken to sleeping with extra pillows piled around him, but it doesn't help. Normally he'd feel a little silly feeling like this, but he knows Adam has spent more than a few nights sleeping on his living room couch because his bed felt disturbingly big.

Kris sits up to lean against the headboard. Adam immediately rolls over and follows, his head pressed against Kris's side, arms gripping his waist. He winds his fingers in Adam's hair, massaging his scalp. He murmurs under his breath - he heard the song in the car and won't get out of his head - "I could drink a case of you and still be on my feet."

Adam hmms and presses a kiss on his stomach, whispers, "part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time". Moments like these, Kris feels like the luckiest guy in the world. He's the only person who gets to see Adam this way, all cuddly and open; he holds this warmth close to him, tries hard to keep it in his heart and burn it into his brain, something that will get him through the next few hours apart.

He sighs and runs his hands over Adam's arm. "Did you have a good night?" he asks quietly.

"Mmhmmm. Hung out at Alisan's with everybody."

"Everybody?"

"Yeah," Adam snuffles. "Ali, Dani, Brad, Josh, Cass..."

Kris raises his eyebrows. "Oh? So every guy you've ever hooked up with, huh?"

"Mmm. Neil, too. Matt. Tommy. Tay."

Kris fights to stifle his laughter. "So... your brother. And the three guys who hit on you mercilessly 24/7? I see how it is."

"See... what?" Adam tips his head up, eyes glazed and confused.

Kris pinches his arm. "You and your harem, babe. Bet you had a great time."

Adam's eyes widen comically and Kris can't keep up his faux-jealous face, just bursts out laughing. Adam sits up and tickles Kris's sides. "I do not have a harem."

Kris bends in half and tries to catch his breath. "I was - I was kiddin - oh gosh, stop -"

Adam sits up, straddles Kris's knees and sits, leaning in to nip at the edge of his jaw. "They almost kicked me out, y'know. Said I kept whining. No idea what they were talking about."

Kris reaches out and laces their fingers together. "Missed me, did you?"

"Can't imagine why," Adam scoffs. "When you come here and call me a slut."

Laughing, Kris leans in to press a kiss on his nose. "I just said they wanted in your pants. Too bad they never will. Don't feel too sorry for them, though."

"Oh, really?"

"Mmm. All mine."

"Damn right."

Adam grins at him, eyes bright, and draws him in for a kiss made sloppy by their smiles. Kris's phone beeps again - 11:45 - and he groans. "I don't want to go," he whispers into Adam's mouth.

"Then don't," Adam mumbles brokenly.

"My mom will have a stroke." Kris carefully rolls out from under Adam and pushes him back down on the bed, smoothing the blankets down, all but tucking him in. Adam pouts the whole time.

"I hate this," Adam says.

Kris pulls his shoes on and grabs his glasses from the dresser. "I know, babe. I'm sorry," he murmurs as he leans in for one last kiss. He pulls away after a long moment, and smiles when Adam reaches up to adjust the glasses on his face. "Sleep tight."

"Sweet dreams, baby. I love you," Adam says with an unbearably sweet smile on his face. It takes all of Kris's self control - and then some - to back away from the bed.

"I love you too." Kris doesn't take his eyes off him until he closes the door.

Next: so anyone can hear

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