fic: breathe the joy
Title: breathe the joy
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~7,400
Summary: It's been a long day -- heck, it's been a really long month. (Cuddling, babysitting, talking, and sexy schmoop. High school AU.)
A/N: Thank you for all your lovely responses to the last installment! I think it's my favorite one that I've posted so far - am I allowed to say that? :) Your comments make my day, and push me to write better. Thank you, seriously.
perfectpicture7 commented a couple of posts ago, suggesting that I write a (temporary, of course) breakup in this 'verse. At first I thought my perpetually schmoopy brain wouldn't be able to do it, but I surprised myself by churning out a couple hundred words of angst last weekend. It's still very much in the first stages of writing, but I think I like where it's going! If you guys have any more suggestions - moments you want to see or story lines you want me to explore - please feel free to talk about it in the comments.
And seemingly_alone, I don't know why I didn't do this earlier, but I edited the posts so that the end of every installment links to the next one. :) Thank you for pointing it out!
Okay, enough chatter from me. This is for the kissbingo prompt, type: rough.
Master post of previous installments: here
It's been a long day - heck, it's been a really long month - and Adam can't help the full body sigh he lets out when Mr. D. claps his hands and says, "Okay, we're done for the day, principals. Rest up. We'll be back on Monday."
Adam's not alone in his exhausted relief - Brad and Danielle sprawl dramatically on the floor, limbs all akimbo; he spots Allison across the stage, swallowing down half the contents of her water bottle and spilling the rest on her head; the door at the back of the theater thunks closed in someone else's hurry to get out. Adam wipes sweat off his forehead and arms, waves a weak goodbye to everyone and trudges to the parking lot.
---
He should really be used to this. Seven productions in four years, his third time as lead - the grind of the first month and the frantic chaos that's the last week of rehearsals, doing scenes over and over and over, Mr. D.'s perfectionism, a perpetual sore throat, he was even made dance captain once and he's swearing that off the rest of his life - none of this is new. But no matter how many times it's been, it really does take its toll. Add to that the ridiculous exam schedule he got dumped with, and well. He hasn't gotten any kind of decent rest in weeks. The next day and a half of semi-freedom is such a gift, and Adam intends on making the most of every single moment by doing absolutely nothing at all.
He gingerly slides into his car, throwing his duffel bag on the floor. The blast of air conditioning makes him slump with relief, and he blindly reaches out to turn the stereo on. Adam smiles at the soft strain of Ani diFranco mid-song, remembering just how the previous night ended - he and Kris making out in the backseat, cycling through this mix CD one and a half times before reluctantly separating for the night. Other than the stress of the show and schoolwork basically fraying at his sanity, the severe lack of quality time with his boyfriend just compounds all of it. Adam's rehearsals run up to 9 every night, and while Kris is always there at the end of it, unbelievably patient and supportive, armed with a kiss and a tumbler of Adam's favorite tea, holding his hand in the car and telling stories about his day as they drive home, Adam is usually too exhausted for more than a quick grope. Kris hasn't come up to his room in what feels like forever - they'd made a deal to study separately for a while since neither of them even have a spare half hour to get distracted. Basically, Adam's been walking around like he's missing a limb.
And it's not even just the sex - though boy, does Adam miss that - mostly it's Kris, just hanging out, being with him, talking, making him laugh, feeling that connection that a few minutes of stolen moments can't even begin to glean.
Adam makes the familiar drive to Kris's house, grateful and excited for the long afternoon that stretches before them, happily singing along to the CD, bobbing his head, blinking his eyes against the sun. He pulls into their driveway, taking the space where the family car usually sits - sending thanks to the Universe that Kris's parents are away for a wedding - and grabs his duffel bag. His ears pick up a high, shouting laugh from somewhere inside the house, and it makes him smile. He's missed these kids.
He knocks on the front door and fiddles with the hem of his shirt while he waits. There's a rumble of footsteps and Adam hears a muffled "No running, Kaya! And you're not allowed to open the door on your own." Adam's imagining the pout on the little girl's face, and he bites down a laugh.
The door opens and Kris is standing there, two tiny, blonde children wrapped around him. A little boy curled on his shoulder, thumb in his mouth, and a four-year-old girl peeking from behind.
"Adam!" the girl shouts as she flings herself at him, her momentum making him stagger backwards a couple of steps.
Adam catches Kris's grin over her head, then picks her up, grunting when she accidentally elbows him. "Hey, little girl," he answers fondly, dropping his bag just inside the door and making his way to the living room. "You're getting so big, sweetheart. You're growing up so fast."
"I'm turning five in eighteen days!" she cries excitedly as Adam folds onto the couch. She sits back on his knees and they look at each other for a moment. Adam smiles at her bright blue eyes and unruly hair and rubs away a bit of dirt from her cheek.
"Five?! I remember meeting you when you were an itty bitty baby!" Adam says as he brushes her hair with his fingers. "Next thing you know, you'll be too old to play with boring old me."
Kaya throws her arms around his neck and squeezes his head. "You're not boring! And I'll always play with you, Adam," she says earnestly. "I promise."
Adam rubs her back, grinning up at Kris, who's just making his way into the room.
"She's been waiting for you all day," Kris says. "Looks like I've been replaced."
"Sorry, Kris. Everyone knows I'm the cooler one," Adam winks.
Kris snorts and walks over to them, carefully sitting and shifting the little boy in his arms. Adam makes a silly face at him and giggles when he hides his face in Kris's neck.
"Jamie," Kris whispers into his ear. "This is Adam. You've met him before, but you were really little, so you probably don't remember. But he's very nice. And look, Kaya loves him."
At the mention of her name, Kaya twists around, digging her elbows and knees into Adam's torso until she settles herself on his lap once again, her back against his chest. She rubs her head on his shoulder, and Adam winces at the bruises she's probably formed. Kris wrinkles his nose in sympathy.
"Say hi to Adam," she says. "It's okay, Jamie. We like him."
Jamie twists his head a little, thumb back in his mouth, and just looks at Adam for an unnervingly long time. Then his chubbly little fingers curl in a little wave.
"It's nice to meet you, Jamie," Adam says. "When I first saw you, you were littler than my arm."
Jamie just blinks at him, eyelashes swooping on his cheek. Looks like that's a family trait.
"You run out of words there, Jamie?" Kris drawls as he rubs Jamie's back.
Jamie shakes his head, free hand fisting on Kris's shirt, still quiet.
"You're all sweaty, Adam," Kaya says suddenly.
Adam lets out a startled laugh and tries to shift away. "Sorry, sweetie. I was in rehearsal all morning."
Kaya shifts closer and pulls his arms around her. "It's okay. What are you rehearsing for?"
"Our spring musical is next week. Are you going to come see me?" Adam asks as he digs his fingers into her sides. "You're going to watch, right?"
She shrieks and squirms in his lap, laughing breathlessly. "I will, I will! I promise! Stop! Adam!"
Adam laughs and squeezes her waist, presses a kiss on her temple. "Good. I'll get you tickets."
"Yay! Can I bring my boyfriend?"
"What?"
"Excuse me?!" Kris and Adam sputter simultaneously.
"My boyfriend! His name is Kevin. He holds my hand and carries my bag and we sit together during recess," she rattles off casually.
"Does your mom know about this Kevin?" Kris asks, eyes wide and laughing.
"Yes! He comes home with us sometimes after school and mama makes snacks," she giggles.
Adam twists her sideways on his lap. "Aren't you a little too young to have a boyfriend and kissing and all that stuff, young lady?"
"Eww, he doesn't kiss me!" Kaya shrieks. "I'll punch him if he does. Boys are so gross."
Kris tips sideways in laughter, making Jamie giggle along with him. It's all so adorable, Adam could die.
"You have no idea how good that is to hear, kiddo," Adam chuckles into her hair. "Any boy you kiss will have to go through me first, okay?"
"Okay," Kaya says distractedly, eyes darting to the TV. "Can we watch my show, Kris?"
"We can watch your show if you promise to nap right after," Kris says, letting Jamie curl into the corner of the couch and then standing to take the remote.
She pouts up at him. "But Adam's here! I can't sleep if Adam's here. I haven't seen him aaaaaages."
"Adam will watch your show with you," Kris says patiently, moving to stand in front of Kaya, remote clutched to his chest. "Do we have a deal?"
"Deal," she grins, grabbing the remote and flipping to the right channel. It's a cartoon, with girls who are superheroes and other loud, strange things that Adam doesn't even want to try to understand. Kaya scrambles off his lap and cuddles into his side, eyes rapt.
There's a sudden whimper to Adam's left, and he sees Jamie reaching his arms toward Kris, forehead wrinkled. Kris squeezes Adam's knee and drops a small kiss on his lips before stepping to the side and picking Jamie up. Jamie wraps his arms tightly around Kris with a sigh, face pressing into his shoulder. Adam's heart stutters in his chest, equal parts envious and admiring, his heart warming to see how good Kris is with the kids, wishing he could do what Jamie just did. But there's time for that later.
Kris disappears into the living room and stays there for most of Kaya's show, and Adam's happy to listen to Kaya's babbling about her friends, letting her play with his rings and examine his painted nails. Kris walks back in a couple times, Jamie cradled in one arm and a bottle held with the other, rocking the baby and singing under his breath. The two of them share smiles every time, but they keep their attention on each of their charges.
When Adam asks Kaya about her coming birthday party, she shares all of her plans and birthday wishes and how she thinks she knows that her parents got her.
"They're getting me a puppy!" she says, eyes lit up and excited.
"That's so cool! But how do you know, Kaya?" Adam asks.
"I heard daddy talking to someone on the phone. He said stuff about a pound and new-tring and fur!"
"Oh wow, yeah, that definitely sounds like a dog. And you're getting one from a pound, that's so awesome," Adam says.
Kaya's self-satisfied smile makes Adam want to laugh, it's such a familiar look. "I know. But it's a secret, so don't tell."
"My lips are sealed."
"Good. And I'm gonna be like you, Adam. I'm gonna act!"
"Really?"
"Yes! I'ma pretend to be surprised when they give me my puppy! So mama and daddy won't know!" she laughs delightedly.
Adam tugs her back into his lap and feels a rush of affection for her. "You're a great kid, Kaya."
She laughs a little more, then stifles a yawn in his shoulder. "You're great too, Adam."
Kaya's a lot more quiet after that, giggling at odd intervals, slumping more and more until she's curled sideways on his lap. Adam keeps his arms around her, relaxing into her touch and feeling a little drowsy himself. He's fighting off a yawn when Kris walks back into the room with a sleeping Jamie in his arms.
"I'll get this one settled first, then I'll come back," Kris says.
"S'okay, I can take her up," Adam whispers back, taking a moment to arrange Kaya's limbs around him before carefully getting to his feet. "I'll follow you."
They pad up the stairs and into Kris's parents' room, where Adam spots what must be Jamie's diaper bag sitting on one corner. They put the children on the bed and tuck them in, and Kris puts the baby monitor on the bedside table. They walk out as quietly as they can - once they're out in the hall, Adam tucks his face in Kris's neck and just collapses, sighing as arms come up to wrap tightly around him.
"Hi," Kris breathes into his ear.
"Hey, baby," Adam answers, pushing Kris against the wall.
Adam groans at Kris's fingers digging into the small of his back, at Kris pressing kisses up his neck, at their lips sliding together in a rough, desperate kiss; Kris tilting up on his toes and pulling at his hair, Adam hauling him against the wall and up, Kris's legs wrapping around his waist, and this, all of this, holding Kris close and knowing Kris wants it just as badly, has missed this just as much, and all Adam wants to do is close his eyes and fall under, the hole in him aching more for being filled.
"Bedroom," Kris manages to muffle in the midst of Adam's assault, and Adam stumbles a few steps, carrying Kris there and absently locking the door before dumping him on the bed, dropping down on top of him, hands and lips and tongue claiming what's his, and Kris is there right along with him, meeting every lick and thrust and bite with one of his own. For endless minutes, Adam's universe consists of Kris's mouth, and his lot in life is to relearn every centimeter of it, even if he has never, ever forgotten.
Adam vaguely notices Kris exhibiting excellent multitasking skills as he seems to be able to tug off all of Adam's clothes, and his mind goes amazingly, blissfully blank when suddenly he's sprawled on his back and Kris is swallowing down his cock in one go. It's all so much, too much, Kris moaning around him, lips shiny and wet and so deliciously red, hips canting helplessly into the mattress, so desperate. Adam can't help thrusting into his mouth, and this would be usually when Kris would smile at him, smug, then hold him down while he keeps sucking in earnest and driving Adam crazy. But this time Kris just takes it, eyes shut tight, hands fisted in the bedspread on either side of Adam's hips, and holy shit, it's unreal, fucking into that gorgeous mouth, Adam's hand gripping Kris's hair to keep him in place, fighting to keep it shallow but his body giving in, thrusting wildly into tight heat, Kris's eyes flying open to watch him, gaze sharp and dark, and Adam can't last, he can't --
Adam comes with a half-groan, half-shout, his thighs shaking, and Kris soothes him with one hand while the other jacks his cock, milking him dry. It's so intense, and Adam pulls Kris upward to pour everything he's feeling into the hottest, dirtiest kiss he can manage, and Kris moans into his mouth, tongue wild and relentless, and Adam just takes. They manage to tug Kris's shirt off without ripping it, his jeans and underwear following quickly, Kris's cock hot against Adam's stomach as they continue to kiss.
When Adam tries to maneuver Kris onto the bed so he can return the favor, Kris just shakes his head and keeps mauling his mouth, pressing forward like he wants to climb into Adam's skin. Kris always makes the most unbelievable, hot noises during sex, and this time is no different; when Adam's hand closes around his cock, Kris's whimpers turn into a low, aching whine, and suddenly, impossibly, Adam's getting hard again. Adam focuses on Kris in his hand, twisting his wrist the way Kris likes, gripping on the side of a little too tight. He swallows all the sounds that Kris makes, relishes their simultaneous gasps when he takes both their lengths in his hand, jacking them together, kissing Kris's mouth as it goes slack with orgasm. Adam only needs a couple more strokes with his hand and he's coming between their stomachs, adding to the mess.
Kris's arms wrap around his waist and they curl into each other, hands drifting lazily on skin. Adam feels a kind of calm settle in him, like the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place, the picture finally complete. He wants this moment in time to stretch forever -- the tilt of afternoon light through the curtains, Kris's bed soft underneath him, Kris warm and pleasantly heavy in his arms -- he takes it all in, stamping it into his memory.
"I can't believe how much I've missed you," Kris whispers achingly into his neck.
"The feeling is more than mutual, baby," Adam murmurs before pressing a kiss on his hair. "I'm here now."
"Don't go."
"I won't, I promise."
Adam grins when he feels Kris's dick twitch against thigh. He shifts a little to press a little harder, to get some friction for him as well.
"Stop gloating. I've been deprived, okay," Kris groans.
"I didn't say anything!" Adam says indignantly.
Kris peers up at him, eyes narrowed. "I can hear you thinking," he says. A sudden, beautiful grin blossoms on his face, and Adam's struck dumb for a moment, can almost feel his brain grind into a halt in the face of Kris's adoration. He shakes his head to try and clear it, and the next thing he knows, Kris is tugging on his hand until they're up and off the bed, pulling them both toward the bathroom and into the shower. Getting clean is a pretense; they make out under the spray, kisses soft and seemingly endless; they giggle and sigh and kiss and jerk each other off, teasingly towel each other off and kiss. And then kiss some more. Adam stays in the bathroom while Kris runs downstairs to get Adam's duffel, and they pull on sweatpants and the rattiest shirts they own.
They head to the kitchen, and Kris throws together some sandwiches to ease Adam's rumbling stomach.
"I'm stressing out so bad," Adam says after he swallows a bite of rye and bacon. "There's still so much to do."
"Mr. D. knows this, babe. He's done it so many times," Kris says and squeezes Adam's knee. "You got this."
Adam frowns at him. "I know that, intellectually. I just worry. I mean, it's my last. I hope I don't do anything to screw it up."
Kris scoffs as he scoots over and tugs on Adam's leg, wordlessly lifting and draping both across his lap. "You'll be great. You always are."
"But --"
"No buts. I mean, I get worrying about the tech stuff - there's rehearsal for that, and Mr. D. won't allow mistakes."
"Yeah, I guess, but what about me, I --"
"Shush. Babe, seriously, I wish there was a way for you to see how you are when you're performing. You're amazing. You blow everyone away, every single time," Kris says, gripping Adam's ankles in emphasis.
Adam ducks his head, blushing. Things like that are always good to hear, but he could never get used to praise, even when it's coming from his own boyfriend. "Stop."
"It's true," Kris says earnestly. "You need to get used to hearing this."
"I really don't --"
"You really do. You're going to be hearing it from everyone," Kris says with all the confidence in the world. "You'll have all of them falling at your feet. You'll see."
"Oh, because you're not biased at all."
"Nope," Kris grins. "Just because I love you doesn't mean I don't mean it."
Adam keeps still, and just looks at him. "You don't know how much that means to me," Adam says, quiet.
"I think I do," Kris answers, a soft smile on his face. "You got this. It'll be great. I know you. You wouldn't have gotten into this at all if you didn't think - if you didn't know, deep down - that you could pull it off."
Adam feels something in his chest break open. Kris is right. Of course he's right. Adam shifts forward in his seat and frames Kris's face with his hands. Kris meets his gaze head-on, no hesitation at all. "Thank you," Adam murmurs in the small space between them before capturing Kris's lips in a soft, slow kiss. It's so freeing, being loved and cared for like this, knowing he can reveal his deepest, darkest secrets, the ugliest parts of himself, and be met with no judgement.
In the beginning, when they started all of this, Adam didn't really understand what it meant. They sat in the dark quiet of his car and whispered promises of faith and trust. All he knew then was that it was Kris, and Kris made everything easy. Adam had no idea that loving someone could be this, this absolute confidence and utter belief in Kris, and in the two of them together. Sitting with him, here and now, in this moment and the hundreds of moments from before and the thousands more yet to come, Adam can't imagine anything better.
"You're welcome," Kris whispers.
Once Kris was satisfied with Adam's nutrient intake ("I know you haven't been eating properly, we're not leaving this table until you finish that" and Adam has never been able to deny Kris much of anything - especially when he pulls that adorable angry puppy face), they make their way to the living room to wait out the last hour of the kids' nap.
Adam halfheartedly flips through the channels (they really don't make Saturday cartoons the way they used to), but he quickly gives up the pretense in favor of pinching Kris's arm to stop his wiggling around. "Stop fidgeting, what's wrong with you?" Adam huffs when Kris's elbow digs into his stomach.
Kris sighs petulantly, breath warm against Adam's cheek. "M'trying to get comfortable," he says as he throws an arm across Adam's waist.
"I'd appreciate if you didn't - ow! - bruise me in this endeavor of yours," Adam frowns, swatting Kris's wandering knee away. This is going to go awry, he can already tell.
"No."
"No?"
"Don't wanna," Kris says as he pushes Adam's shoulder down.
"What is your damage, Kristopher?" Adam grunts, indignant, falling sideways on the couch.
Kris collapses half on top of him and tucks his face in his neck with a happy sigh. "Better."
Adam laughs. "You could've just said you wanted to cuddle and saved me a little pain." He shifts Kris a little closer, tangles legs with his and curls his arms around Kris's back.
Kris squeezes him. "I missed you. I've said that, right?"
"Aww. Baby." Adam nuzzles the top of his head. "I'm here now."
Kris rubs his face into Adam's shoulder, hands drifting up under his shirt, thumb caressing idly. Adam knows how much Kris likes to touch, how much Kris needs it, so amazingly tactile even in public, so Adam does the same, spans his hands on Kris's back, feeling Kris's muscled skin under his shirt.
They lay together for a while, the low hum of the TV the only sound in the room. Adam dozes a little, hangs out in the space between awake and asleep, Kris's warm weight steady and comforting, something he's been missing. He thinks he hears Kris mumble something about unicorns, and he opens his mouth to say something equally ridiculous...
---
The next time Adam opens his eyes, Kaya's on the floor, hunched over the coffee table. She's coloring something. Kris is sitting on the other end of the couch, cradling Jamie and Adam's feet in his lap.
Jamie lets out a shrieking laugh at something on TV, and Adam can't help but giggle along. Kris lifts his head to smile at him, sweet and fond, then leans in to whisper in Jamie's ear. And suddenly Jamie's crawling up Adam's legs, stopping to perch right on his stomach. He reaches his chubby little hands out to pat clumsily at Adam's face.
Adam grins. "Hi, Jamie."
Jamie grins back, toothless and adorable, shrieking again when Adam mock-bites at his hands. Adam tickles his sides, and there's some more laughter until Jamie collapses against him, breaths hitching. Adam cuddles him in his chest and breathes in his baby smell, the unique mix of milk and powder and joy.
Kaya crawls over and pokes his nose. "Kris said you were tired. You should sleep s'more, Adam."
"I'm better now. I want to say goodbye when your parents pick you up," Adam says, reaching out a hand and ruffling her hair. "Can you show me what you're coloring?"
Kaya's eyes light up, and she reaches out to grab her coloring book. "I'm coloring ponies!" she cries, shoving the page in Adam's face, all childlike enthusiasm.
Adam holds out the picture so Jamie can see. "Your pony is purple!"
"Yes. Purple's my favorite color."
"And the pony's mane is green and pink?"
"Uh huh," Kaya says absently, taking the picture back to the table. "I gotta finish before mama and daddy come back."
"It's really pretty, Kaya," Adam says. "Your parents will love it."
Kaya smiles at him, big and bright. "I know!"
Jamie laughs again, and this time he's grabbing at Adam's hair. And - ow, he's pulling. "Blue," Jamie giggles and tugs, hard.
"Adam's not a toy, Jamie. Stop pulling his hair," Kris says, firm.
"Blue!" Jamie cries and pulls even harder. Adam steadies Jamie in his hands and sits up, planting him on his knees.
"Okay, no more pulling, buddy," Adam says, tweaking his nose. "Just look."
Jamie pouts, but he stops, hands patting Adam's nose and cheeks instead. Kris scoots closer, perches his chin on Adam's shoulder, tickling Jamie's sides and giggling when Jamie laughs. Jamie's nose crinkles just like Kris's. "You're gonna grow up to be a heartbreaker, Jamie."
Jamie eventually gets bored with them and crawls over to his sister, grabbing at her crayons and beaming when he gets her attention. Kaya turns to a new page and starts to teach him how to color.
"They're such good kids," Adam says.
"Runs in the family," Kris answers, laughing when Adam nudges him.
Kaya's telling Jamie very, very firmly not to put the crayons in his mouth when Adam hears the rumble of an car engine stopping right outside. Kaya darts up and grabs Adam's hand, pulling them to the front door. "They're here!" she cries, bouncing on her toes.
Adam laughs and opens the door, stepping to the left to let Kaya run into her mom's waiting arms.
Natalie kisses Kaya's head and grins at Adam, eyes wide with delight. "Adam! I didn't know you were gonna be here!" She hurries over and kisses his cheek. "You're a little too thin for my taste, hon, do I have to have words with Kristopher? Is he not taking care of you?"
Adam laughs and follows her inside, holding the door open for Henry. "We open in a week, rehearsals have been killer. Kris will fatten me back up soon enough."
"Good. Oh, I'm so excited to see your show."
"I'm a little nervous, but it's shaping up to be pretty good."
"We'll come see you. And how were my little monsters?"
"They were perfect. Jamie's gotten so big," Adam says as they walk into the living room. Kris gets up, Jamie cradled in arms.
"Here they are, buddy," Kris says, dropping a kiss on Jamie's head before handing him off to Henry.
"Did you guys behave for Kris and Adam?" Natalie asks.
"We were good, mama. Promise!" Kaya exclaims. "Adam watched my show with me! And Kris made us pancakes! And we stayed real quiet while Adam was sleeping coz Kris said Adam needs rest."
Jamie gurgles in agreement and grabs at Natalie's hair. "What did I tell you about hair, Jamie? You can't just pull," she says before kissing his cheek. "Thank you for doing this, guys."
Kris hands over Jamie's diaper bag with a grin. "It's no problem at all, Nat. Anytime."
They all herd to the doorway, and after Kaya gives the two of them sloppy kisses on the cheek, and Jamie blows them an adorably disgusting spit bubble, Kris tugs Adam up the stairs. They stagger to Kris's bedroom and unceremoniously drop down on the bed, limbs all tangled together.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep," Adam says.
"It's okay. I know you're exhausted." Kris pushes a pillow under Adam's head and cards his fingers through his hair. "Sleep some more."
Adam pouts. "I didn't come to your house to take a nap, come on."
Kris just keeps stroking his hair, and Adam pushes his head up to the touch, fighting the urge to purr.
"You're not playing fair."
"I'm not doing anything," Kris murmurs. "Close your eyes, babe. I'll be here when you wake up."
---
Adam opens his eyes, and the room is dark, save for the glare from the laptop perched on Kris's outstretched legs. Kris is sitting on the other side of the bed, typing something, and - oh. He's wearing glasses. Maybe Adam won't get mad at him after all.
"You're too far away," Adam rasps.
Kris turns his head, surprised. "Hey, sleepyhead."
Adam reaches out blindly and tugs on the leg of Kris's sweatpants. "C'mere."
Kris huffs a laugh, putting the laptop away and crawling up Adam's body, thigh nudging at Adam's morning - er, evening? - wood. "Hi."
"I'm mad at you."
"I didn't do anything," Kris says as he nuzzles at his chin.
"I'm still mad," Adam says before pulling Kris into a sloppy, dirty kiss. Kris responds immediately, opening his mouth and moaning when Adam's tongue starts a leisurely exploration. They make out lazily, lips comfortable and knowing, hands moving exactly where they're wanted, only separating for the half-second it takes to pull off their clothes. Adam gasps at the feel of their cocks sliding together, hand immediately coming down to grasp them both. It's hot, and quick, and Adam groans out "God, I love you," as he comes in hot spurts in his hand. Kris continues to kiss him, lips biting just a little too hard, thrusting into Adam's grip.
"Come on, honey," Adam whispers into Kris's mouth, strokes tight and fast and twisting. "Come for me."
With a strangled gasp, Kris obeys, hips bucking wildly. Adam holds him through it, watches as Kris's eyes screw shut and his gorgeous mouth falls open, breaths coming out hard and fast. Kris is beautiful in every way, all the time, but Adam thinks he's most devastating in the moments he comes undone like this, body falling into the pleasure that Adam gives, breaking under Adam's hands.
Kris slumps against him, boneless and pliant, blindly mouthing up his chin and drawing him into a sloppy kiss. Adam flips them over, smiling when Kris automatically opens his legs and tugs him down, insistent as always on taking Adam's full weight. Adam presses soft, quick kisses all over his face, and Kris sighs happily, hands ghosting down Adam's back.
"I could get used to this," Adam whispers.
"Hmm?"
"Waking up for sex," Adam grins.
"Mmm."
Adam doesn't know how long they stay like that, just curled together and murmuring to each other. Their rumbling stomachs eventually make them get up, wipe off and go back to the kitchen for the dinner Kim left them. Adam stretches up on his toes to get a couple of glasses from the cupboard, smiling when Kris shuffles next to him, arms sliding around his waist.
"This is nice," Adam murmurs into his temple.
Kris just nods his head and kisses his shoulder, squeezing one more time before making his way to the fridge. Adam lays out the glasses with one plate and two sets of utensils, then pads over to where Kris is watching the microwave. Adam pulls Kris close, enjoying the moment. It is nice, waking up in bed and reaching out to find Kris there beside him, playing house like this, the most mundane activities made less so by virtue of doing them together. Suddenly Adam can't wait for senior year to end, wishes for time to fly by and for September to come, and he's imagining them finding a place, shopping for things, living together - getting to do this, to have this, every single day. No limits.
The beeping of the microwave brings Adam out of his thoughts, and he realizes that his grip on Kris has gotten a little too tight. Kris is looking up at him, a question on his face, but Adam just smiles and kisses his forehead, letting him go so they can bring the food to the table. It looks like a stew of some kind, and suddenly Adam realizes he's starving.
They squish together at the table - Kris's legs are draped across Adam's lap, and they're practically sharing a seat. They feed each other tiny bites (further proof that Danielle is right, sometimes they really are the epitome of the cute couple cliché) and Adam purposely misses his aim several times, leaving bits of sauce around Kris's mouth so he can kiss them away. Kris just smiles at him indulgently, enjoying the attention.
"We really need to learn how to cook," Adam says between bites.
Kris looks at him in alarm. "That's a dangerous line of thinking."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I can totally learn!"
"You can't even toast bread properly, babe. Or have you forgotten --"
"I thought we promised to never bring that up again!" Adam cries, voice going high. "That was one time."
"One really, really, really awful time."
Adam pouts at him. "Shut up. I was gonna say that I want to learn how to cook all your favorite things, but never mind."
Kris aims a brilliant grin at him and leans in to nudge their noses together. "What did I do to deserve you?"
"I don't know. You really hurt my feelings just now."
"Stop being so cute," Kris coos. "I'm sorry. I won't ever bring it up again. Now talk some more about how much you love me."
Adam gasps and slaps Kris's arm. "I'm trying to be serious here! Talking about living together and making a life and learning things, and you're just --"
Kris grabs at his flailing arm, forcing Adam to stop. Kris kisses his knuckles and says, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm taking this seriously. I promise. No more jokes."
Adam just looks at him, wary.
"I promise," Kris repeats, aiming his earnest puppy eyes at him.
Adam just sighs and leans in for a kiss. "I really shouldn't have told you about the puppy eyes thing."
"I love you too," Kris just answers, smile almost smug. It'd be annoying if it wasn't so cute.
"You've been thinking about it, though, right? What it's gonna be like, next year? Getting a place --"
"It's all I think about whenever we say goodnight," Kris says, expression suddenly serious. "I can't wait. Adam, I want it so bad. I want it right now. I want it yesterday."
Adam's breathless, closing his eyes under the sudden flood of emotion. He cups Kris's face in his hands and bumps their foreheads together. "Me too. I don't have words to say how much."
"I get to fall asleep and wake up next to you. Make you breakfast. Read lines with you. I'll make you study with me and you won't be able to get away. We can sit on the couch and waste away weekends together. I can - I will - blow you up against the front door," Kris says, voice tight. "I want all of that so bad."
Adam can see all of it so clearly in his head, and it's almost too much to bear. "Kris," he breathes.
"Yeah?"
"This is real, right?"
"Of course it is."
"It's not just some dream?"
Kris lets out a surprised laugh. "It's real. All of it. Baby, look at me."
Adam takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, meets Kris's gaze. He's smiling, face soft and completely open. "We're doing this. It's going to happen, and it's going to be amazing."
Adam kisses him, then, because how can he not? He kisses the grin off of Kris's face, traces his tongue on the roof of Kris's mouth, swallowing his surprised gasp. Kris grips his hair and sucks on his tongue, just as desperate. Adam pours all of himself into the kiss, everything he feels, just gives it up until he can breathe again.
They pull apart, and Adam wrinkles his nose. "You're going to get so sick of me."
"Not possible," Kris says immediately.
"Oh, just you wait. I think we're going to drive each other crazy," Adam grins. "It's going to be so much fun."
Kris traces a thumb on his cheek, smiling. "Mama can teach us how to cook."
"Okay."
"And I'll practice being neat so you won't yell at me. Much."
"Okay."
"And you'll compromise on closet space?" Kris asks, tweaking Adam's nose.
There's a long pause. "Yeah, okay."
"And we'll start stocking up on condoms and lube."
Adam bursts out laughing at that, the force of it tipping them both sideways. "Yes, this is a very good plan."
"We should look into sex toys too, y'know, so we can spice things up a little."
"Kristopher!" Adam gasps, faux-scandalized.
"What? We should broaden our horizons. I thought you'd approve." Adam doesn't understand how Kris can say these things and keep a straight face.
"I do!" Adam sobers suddenly. "Wait, are you saying our sex is boring?"
Kris pinches his arm. "Stop being ridiculous. I just. You know."
Adam raises his eyebrows. "You what?"
The most adorable blush starts creeping up Kris's neck. "Handcuffs?" he asks meekly.
Adam laughs and laughs and it's a long time before he can stop.
---
They finish their food and clean up, then go back to Kris's room. Adam takes hold of the laptop to look at his email and to check in with Alisan. Kris puts his glasses back on and grabs a book from his desk, probably something for Lit class that he can't put off any longer.
Adam waits for Kris to settle against the headboard and crawls up the bed to sit beside him, fluffing up a pillow to support his back and leaning up against Kris. Kris curls his left arm around Adam's neck and settles his hand right on Adam's heart. They're quiet and productive for a couple hours, occasionally shifting on the bed to keep comfortable.
Adam signs off chat with Danielle and Alisan, and he impulsively types "new york apartments" into Google. They both have family friends scattered around Manhattan and Brooklyn so finding a place really isn't their problem quite yet, but Adam wants to look. Maybe take a little peek at what's in store for them. He looks at all kinds of places - studios, lofts, cramped walkups - and tries to imagine the two of them living there, filling it with their things and their energy. He loses track of time, opens a dozen tabs in two minutes, and before long he can feel Kris's chin perched on his head.
"Do you think we'll have to get a roommate?" Kris asks, pointing at an insane price tag on the apartment listing.
"I hope not," Adam says. "We'd make terrible roommates, and not just because they'll be the third wheel."
Kris murmurs his agreement and stays quiet, though Adam doesn't know if he's just watching him surf or has gotten back to his book.
Adam clicks around some more, and somehow finds his way into a forum full of casting calls for off-Broadway shows. He looks through them eagerly, tries to imagine working with a professional cast, training under real directors and choreographers. Something makes him pause. "It's going to be like this a lot of the time, you know that, right?" Adam asks.
"Hmm?"
Adam tips his chin up to meet Kris's gaze. "You'll be in school, and I'll have, like, auditions and rehearsals. And if I ever get cast in a show, it's gonna be an insane schedule. Probably worse than this."
Kris nods. "I know."
"I'll have a lot of late nights, probably. And I won't get up until the afternoon. Weird hours, that kinda thing."
"I know that."
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmmm. I can fix my schedule, I think. Classes are more flexible in college. I'll get my studying done early so we can just hang out when you get home, stuff like that. And you get days off too, right? I can keep those open. We'll coordinate," Kris answers, smiling.
"That sounds plausible."
"Of course it is."
"You make it sound so easy."
Kris squeezes his arms around Adam and presses a kiss on his forehead. "It won't be. But we'll make it work." Always so sure.
Adam kisses him, soft and slow. "Yeah, we will."
Kris silently puts his book away and tugs Adam up against him, lips hot and insistent, igniting Adam's skin. They kiss for a long time, until their lips are red and bruised, and Kris spreads himself out on the bed, so eager, so easily taking Adam's breath away. Adam pulls out a condom and their bottle of lube from the dresser and gets Kris ready, with two fingers, then three, watching the blush spread down his chest, listens for the whines that catch in his throat. Kris's breaths turn into short, quick gasps, and he's growling "now, Adam, please please please" and how can Adam say no?
He doesn't; he pulls out his fingers, groans right along with Kris at the loss of contact. He rolls the condom on with shaking hands and lines himself up, hands braced on Kris's pressed up on his chest. Kris lets out a little sob when Adam sheathes himself all the way in; it's hot and tight and so fucking good, Adam muffles a shout into Kris's temple and he wills himself to calm down a little, to last longer than he thinks he can.
Kris's legs wrap around his waist and he pulls Adam close, so close, hand gripping his neck, lips insistent, kissing him until they're both breathless. Adam's thrusts start slow and deep; Kris whimpers loudly, and that's how Adam knows he's hitting all the right spots. "More, please, Adam," Kris groans, twisting to throw a knee on Adam's shoulder, and stars explode under Adam's eyes at the new angle. He fucks into Kris hard and fast and earnest, and Kris just takes it, takes all of him so beautifully, murmuring soft curses under his breath, nails scratching at Adam's back.
Adam tries to hold himself back, but when Kris starts jacking himself, letting out a sharp cry and lifting himself off the bed, the white heat that starts up Adam's spine explodes through him, his limbs locking up, hips jerking as he comes. An instant later, Kris squeezes around him, so impossibly tight, coming with a yell that Adam muffles with his mouth.
Adam keeps pushing into Kris until they're both oversensitized and twitchy. His hands hold Kris down as he pulls off, twisting up the condom and throwing it into the wastebasket. Kris's limbs flop on the bed, a soft grin forming on his face as Adam cleans him up.
"Not boring," Kris slurs when Adam tugs him to his chest.
"Definitely not."
Kris opens his eyes and bites at his neck, grinning drunkenly. "Best boyfriend in the world."
"Damn right."
---
They're outside, leaning against Adam's car, counting down the last few minutes before Adam absolutely has to leave. It's one of Adam's favorite things, being wrapped up in each other like this, enjoying a quiet moment under the moonlight.
"We're thinking about the same thing, aren't we," Kris whispers into his neck.
Adam smiles and pulls Kris closer. "Yeah, we are."
"I hate watching you drive away from me."
"I hate it more than anything. Soon, we won't have to."
"Good."
Adam slides his hands up Kris's neck and pulls him into a kiss. "I love you."
"I know," Kris smiles. "I love you, too."
"Dream of me?"
Kris trails his fingers down Adam's cheek. "I will. Please drive safe."
"Always. I'll text you when I get home," Adam whispers, sneaking in one last kiss.
Kris waves at him from the doorway, and Adam pulls off the sidewalk, not quite looking forward to sleeping in his big, empty bed, but mentally scratching off another day that they're forced to separate like this, counting down. It's getting close, and Adam can't wait.
Next: practicing the words
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~7,400
Summary: It's been a long day -- heck, it's been a really long month. (Cuddling, babysitting, talking, and sexy schmoop. High school AU.)
A/N: Thank you for all your lovely responses to the last installment! I think it's my favorite one that I've posted so far - am I allowed to say that? :) Your comments make my day, and push me to write better. Thank you, seriously.
perfectpicture7 commented a couple of posts ago, suggesting that I write a (temporary, of course) breakup in this 'verse. At first I thought my perpetually schmoopy brain wouldn't be able to do it, but I surprised myself by churning out a couple hundred words of angst last weekend. It's still very much in the first stages of writing, but I think I like where it's going! If you guys have any more suggestions - moments you want to see or story lines you want me to explore - please feel free to talk about it in the comments.
And seemingly_alone, I don't know why I didn't do this earlier, but I edited the posts so that the end of every installment links to the next one. :) Thank you for pointing it out!
Okay, enough chatter from me. This is for the kissbingo prompt, type: rough.
Master post of previous installments: here
It's been a long day - heck, it's been a really long month - and Adam can't help the full body sigh he lets out when Mr. D. claps his hands and says, "Okay, we're done for the day, principals. Rest up. We'll be back on Monday."
Adam's not alone in his exhausted relief - Brad and Danielle sprawl dramatically on the floor, limbs all akimbo; he spots Allison across the stage, swallowing down half the contents of her water bottle and spilling the rest on her head; the door at the back of the theater thunks closed in someone else's hurry to get out. Adam wipes sweat off his forehead and arms, waves a weak goodbye to everyone and trudges to the parking lot.
---
He should really be used to this. Seven productions in four years, his third time as lead - the grind of the first month and the frantic chaos that's the last week of rehearsals, doing scenes over and over and over, Mr. D.'s perfectionism, a perpetual sore throat, he was even made dance captain once and he's swearing that off the rest of his life - none of this is new. But no matter how many times it's been, it really does take its toll. Add to that the ridiculous exam schedule he got dumped with, and well. He hasn't gotten any kind of decent rest in weeks. The next day and a half of semi-freedom is such a gift, and Adam intends on making the most of every single moment by doing absolutely nothing at all.
He gingerly slides into his car, throwing his duffel bag on the floor. The blast of air conditioning makes him slump with relief, and he blindly reaches out to turn the stereo on. Adam smiles at the soft strain of Ani diFranco mid-song, remembering just how the previous night ended - he and Kris making out in the backseat, cycling through this mix CD one and a half times before reluctantly separating for the night. Other than the stress of the show and schoolwork basically fraying at his sanity, the severe lack of quality time with his boyfriend just compounds all of it. Adam's rehearsals run up to 9 every night, and while Kris is always there at the end of it, unbelievably patient and supportive, armed with a kiss and a tumbler of Adam's favorite tea, holding his hand in the car and telling stories about his day as they drive home, Adam is usually too exhausted for more than a quick grope. Kris hasn't come up to his room in what feels like forever - they'd made a deal to study separately for a while since neither of them even have a spare half hour to get distracted. Basically, Adam's been walking around like he's missing a limb.
And it's not even just the sex - though boy, does Adam miss that - mostly it's Kris, just hanging out, being with him, talking, making him laugh, feeling that connection that a few minutes of stolen moments can't even begin to glean.
Adam makes the familiar drive to Kris's house, grateful and excited for the long afternoon that stretches before them, happily singing along to the CD, bobbing his head, blinking his eyes against the sun. He pulls into their driveway, taking the space where the family car usually sits - sending thanks to the Universe that Kris's parents are away for a wedding - and grabs his duffel bag. His ears pick up a high, shouting laugh from somewhere inside the house, and it makes him smile. He's missed these kids.
He knocks on the front door and fiddles with the hem of his shirt while he waits. There's a rumble of footsteps and Adam hears a muffled "No running, Kaya! And you're not allowed to open the door on your own." Adam's imagining the pout on the little girl's face, and he bites down a laugh.
The door opens and Kris is standing there, two tiny, blonde children wrapped around him. A little boy curled on his shoulder, thumb in his mouth, and a four-year-old girl peeking from behind.
"Adam!" the girl shouts as she flings herself at him, her momentum making him stagger backwards a couple of steps.
Adam catches Kris's grin over her head, then picks her up, grunting when she accidentally elbows him. "Hey, little girl," he answers fondly, dropping his bag just inside the door and making his way to the living room. "You're getting so big, sweetheart. You're growing up so fast."
"I'm turning five in eighteen days!" she cries excitedly as Adam folds onto the couch. She sits back on his knees and they look at each other for a moment. Adam smiles at her bright blue eyes and unruly hair and rubs away a bit of dirt from her cheek.
"Five?! I remember meeting you when you were an itty bitty baby!" Adam says as he brushes her hair with his fingers. "Next thing you know, you'll be too old to play with boring old me."
Kaya throws her arms around his neck and squeezes his head. "You're not boring! And I'll always play with you, Adam," she says earnestly. "I promise."
Adam rubs her back, grinning up at Kris, who's just making his way into the room.
"She's been waiting for you all day," Kris says. "Looks like I've been replaced."
"Sorry, Kris. Everyone knows I'm the cooler one," Adam winks.
Kris snorts and walks over to them, carefully sitting and shifting the little boy in his arms. Adam makes a silly face at him and giggles when he hides his face in Kris's neck.
"Jamie," Kris whispers into his ear. "This is Adam. You've met him before, but you were really little, so you probably don't remember. But he's very nice. And look, Kaya loves him."
At the mention of her name, Kaya twists around, digging her elbows and knees into Adam's torso until she settles herself on his lap once again, her back against his chest. She rubs her head on his shoulder, and Adam winces at the bruises she's probably formed. Kris wrinkles his nose in sympathy.
"Say hi to Adam," she says. "It's okay, Jamie. We like him."
Jamie twists his head a little, thumb back in his mouth, and just looks at Adam for an unnervingly long time. Then his chubbly little fingers curl in a little wave.
"It's nice to meet you, Jamie," Adam says. "When I first saw you, you were littler than my arm."
Jamie just blinks at him, eyelashes swooping on his cheek. Looks like that's a family trait.
"You run out of words there, Jamie?" Kris drawls as he rubs Jamie's back.
Jamie shakes his head, free hand fisting on Kris's shirt, still quiet.
"You're all sweaty, Adam," Kaya says suddenly.
Adam lets out a startled laugh and tries to shift away. "Sorry, sweetie. I was in rehearsal all morning."
Kaya shifts closer and pulls his arms around her. "It's okay. What are you rehearsing for?"
"Our spring musical is next week. Are you going to come see me?" Adam asks as he digs his fingers into her sides. "You're going to watch, right?"
She shrieks and squirms in his lap, laughing breathlessly. "I will, I will! I promise! Stop! Adam!"
Adam laughs and squeezes her waist, presses a kiss on her temple. "Good. I'll get you tickets."
"Yay! Can I bring my boyfriend?"
"What?"
"Excuse me?!" Kris and Adam sputter simultaneously.
"My boyfriend! His name is Kevin. He holds my hand and carries my bag and we sit together during recess," she rattles off casually.
"Does your mom know about this Kevin?" Kris asks, eyes wide and laughing.
"Yes! He comes home with us sometimes after school and mama makes snacks," she giggles.
Adam twists her sideways on his lap. "Aren't you a little too young to have a boyfriend and kissing and all that stuff, young lady?"
"Eww, he doesn't kiss me!" Kaya shrieks. "I'll punch him if he does. Boys are so gross."
Kris tips sideways in laughter, making Jamie giggle along with him. It's all so adorable, Adam could die.
"You have no idea how good that is to hear, kiddo," Adam chuckles into her hair. "Any boy you kiss will have to go through me first, okay?"
"Okay," Kaya says distractedly, eyes darting to the TV. "Can we watch my show, Kris?"
"We can watch your show if you promise to nap right after," Kris says, letting Jamie curl into the corner of the couch and then standing to take the remote.
She pouts up at him. "But Adam's here! I can't sleep if Adam's here. I haven't seen him aaaaaages."
"Adam will watch your show with you," Kris says patiently, moving to stand in front of Kaya, remote clutched to his chest. "Do we have a deal?"
"Deal," she grins, grabbing the remote and flipping to the right channel. It's a cartoon, with girls who are superheroes and other loud, strange things that Adam doesn't even want to try to understand. Kaya scrambles off his lap and cuddles into his side, eyes rapt.
There's a sudden whimper to Adam's left, and he sees Jamie reaching his arms toward Kris, forehead wrinkled. Kris squeezes Adam's knee and drops a small kiss on his lips before stepping to the side and picking Jamie up. Jamie wraps his arms tightly around Kris with a sigh, face pressing into his shoulder. Adam's heart stutters in his chest, equal parts envious and admiring, his heart warming to see how good Kris is with the kids, wishing he could do what Jamie just did. But there's time for that later.
Kris disappears into the living room and stays there for most of Kaya's show, and Adam's happy to listen to Kaya's babbling about her friends, letting her play with his rings and examine his painted nails. Kris walks back in a couple times, Jamie cradled in one arm and a bottle held with the other, rocking the baby and singing under his breath. The two of them share smiles every time, but they keep their attention on each of their charges.
When Adam asks Kaya about her coming birthday party, she shares all of her plans and birthday wishes and how she thinks she knows that her parents got her.
"They're getting me a puppy!" she says, eyes lit up and excited.
"That's so cool! But how do you know, Kaya?" Adam asks.
"I heard daddy talking to someone on the phone. He said stuff about a pound and new-tring and fur!"
"Oh wow, yeah, that definitely sounds like a dog. And you're getting one from a pound, that's so awesome," Adam says.
Kaya's self-satisfied smile makes Adam want to laugh, it's such a familiar look. "I know. But it's a secret, so don't tell."
"My lips are sealed."
"Good. And I'm gonna be like you, Adam. I'm gonna act!"
"Really?"
"Yes! I'ma pretend to be surprised when they give me my puppy! So mama and daddy won't know!" she laughs delightedly.
Adam tugs her back into his lap and feels a rush of affection for her. "You're a great kid, Kaya."
She laughs a little more, then stifles a yawn in his shoulder. "You're great too, Adam."
Kaya's a lot more quiet after that, giggling at odd intervals, slumping more and more until she's curled sideways on his lap. Adam keeps his arms around her, relaxing into her touch and feeling a little drowsy himself. He's fighting off a yawn when Kris walks back into the room with a sleeping Jamie in his arms.
"I'll get this one settled first, then I'll come back," Kris says.
"S'okay, I can take her up," Adam whispers back, taking a moment to arrange Kaya's limbs around him before carefully getting to his feet. "I'll follow you."
They pad up the stairs and into Kris's parents' room, where Adam spots what must be Jamie's diaper bag sitting on one corner. They put the children on the bed and tuck them in, and Kris puts the baby monitor on the bedside table. They walk out as quietly as they can - once they're out in the hall, Adam tucks his face in Kris's neck and just collapses, sighing as arms come up to wrap tightly around him.
"Hi," Kris breathes into his ear.
"Hey, baby," Adam answers, pushing Kris against the wall.
Adam groans at Kris's fingers digging into the small of his back, at Kris pressing kisses up his neck, at their lips sliding together in a rough, desperate kiss; Kris tilting up on his toes and pulling at his hair, Adam hauling him against the wall and up, Kris's legs wrapping around his waist, and this, all of this, holding Kris close and knowing Kris wants it just as badly, has missed this just as much, and all Adam wants to do is close his eyes and fall under, the hole in him aching more for being filled.
"Bedroom," Kris manages to muffle in the midst of Adam's assault, and Adam stumbles a few steps, carrying Kris there and absently locking the door before dumping him on the bed, dropping down on top of him, hands and lips and tongue claiming what's his, and Kris is there right along with him, meeting every lick and thrust and bite with one of his own. For endless minutes, Adam's universe consists of Kris's mouth, and his lot in life is to relearn every centimeter of it, even if he has never, ever forgotten.
Adam vaguely notices Kris exhibiting excellent multitasking skills as he seems to be able to tug off all of Adam's clothes, and his mind goes amazingly, blissfully blank when suddenly he's sprawled on his back and Kris is swallowing down his cock in one go. It's all so much, too much, Kris moaning around him, lips shiny and wet and so deliciously red, hips canting helplessly into the mattress, so desperate. Adam can't help thrusting into his mouth, and this would be usually when Kris would smile at him, smug, then hold him down while he keeps sucking in earnest and driving Adam crazy. But this time Kris just takes it, eyes shut tight, hands fisted in the bedspread on either side of Adam's hips, and holy shit, it's unreal, fucking into that gorgeous mouth, Adam's hand gripping Kris's hair to keep him in place, fighting to keep it shallow but his body giving in, thrusting wildly into tight heat, Kris's eyes flying open to watch him, gaze sharp and dark, and Adam can't last, he can't --
Adam comes with a half-groan, half-shout, his thighs shaking, and Kris soothes him with one hand while the other jacks his cock, milking him dry. It's so intense, and Adam pulls Kris upward to pour everything he's feeling into the hottest, dirtiest kiss he can manage, and Kris moans into his mouth, tongue wild and relentless, and Adam just takes. They manage to tug Kris's shirt off without ripping it, his jeans and underwear following quickly, Kris's cock hot against Adam's stomach as they continue to kiss.
When Adam tries to maneuver Kris onto the bed so he can return the favor, Kris just shakes his head and keeps mauling his mouth, pressing forward like he wants to climb into Adam's skin. Kris always makes the most unbelievable, hot noises during sex, and this time is no different; when Adam's hand closes around his cock, Kris's whimpers turn into a low, aching whine, and suddenly, impossibly, Adam's getting hard again. Adam focuses on Kris in his hand, twisting his wrist the way Kris likes, gripping on the side of a little too tight. He swallows all the sounds that Kris makes, relishes their simultaneous gasps when he takes both their lengths in his hand, jacking them together, kissing Kris's mouth as it goes slack with orgasm. Adam only needs a couple more strokes with his hand and he's coming between their stomachs, adding to the mess.
Kris's arms wrap around his waist and they curl into each other, hands drifting lazily on skin. Adam feels a kind of calm settle in him, like the last piece of a puzzle sliding into place, the picture finally complete. He wants this moment in time to stretch forever -- the tilt of afternoon light through the curtains, Kris's bed soft underneath him, Kris warm and pleasantly heavy in his arms -- he takes it all in, stamping it into his memory.
"I can't believe how much I've missed you," Kris whispers achingly into his neck.
"The feeling is more than mutual, baby," Adam murmurs before pressing a kiss on his hair. "I'm here now."
"Don't go."
"I won't, I promise."
Adam grins when he feels Kris's dick twitch against thigh. He shifts a little to press a little harder, to get some friction for him as well.
"Stop gloating. I've been deprived, okay," Kris groans.
"I didn't say anything!" Adam says indignantly.
Kris peers up at him, eyes narrowed. "I can hear you thinking," he says. A sudden, beautiful grin blossoms on his face, and Adam's struck dumb for a moment, can almost feel his brain grind into a halt in the face of Kris's adoration. He shakes his head to try and clear it, and the next thing he knows, Kris is tugging on his hand until they're up and off the bed, pulling them both toward the bathroom and into the shower. Getting clean is a pretense; they make out under the spray, kisses soft and seemingly endless; they giggle and sigh and kiss and jerk each other off, teasingly towel each other off and kiss. And then kiss some more. Adam stays in the bathroom while Kris runs downstairs to get Adam's duffel, and they pull on sweatpants and the rattiest shirts they own.
They head to the kitchen, and Kris throws together some sandwiches to ease Adam's rumbling stomach.
"I'm stressing out so bad," Adam says after he swallows a bite of rye and bacon. "There's still so much to do."
"Mr. D. knows this, babe. He's done it so many times," Kris says and squeezes Adam's knee. "You got this."
Adam frowns at him. "I know that, intellectually. I just worry. I mean, it's my last. I hope I don't do anything to screw it up."
Kris scoffs as he scoots over and tugs on Adam's leg, wordlessly lifting and draping both across his lap. "You'll be great. You always are."
"But --"
"No buts. I mean, I get worrying about the tech stuff - there's rehearsal for that, and Mr. D. won't allow mistakes."
"Yeah, I guess, but what about me, I --"
"Shush. Babe, seriously, I wish there was a way for you to see how you are when you're performing. You're amazing. You blow everyone away, every single time," Kris says, gripping Adam's ankles in emphasis.
Adam ducks his head, blushing. Things like that are always good to hear, but he could never get used to praise, even when it's coming from his own boyfriend. "Stop."
"It's true," Kris says earnestly. "You need to get used to hearing this."
"I really don't --"
"You really do. You're going to be hearing it from everyone," Kris says with all the confidence in the world. "You'll have all of them falling at your feet. You'll see."
"Oh, because you're not biased at all."
"Nope," Kris grins. "Just because I love you doesn't mean I don't mean it."
Adam keeps still, and just looks at him. "You don't know how much that means to me," Adam says, quiet.
"I think I do," Kris answers, a soft smile on his face. "You got this. It'll be great. I know you. You wouldn't have gotten into this at all if you didn't think - if you didn't know, deep down - that you could pull it off."
Adam feels something in his chest break open. Kris is right. Of course he's right. Adam shifts forward in his seat and frames Kris's face with his hands. Kris meets his gaze head-on, no hesitation at all. "Thank you," Adam murmurs in the small space between them before capturing Kris's lips in a soft, slow kiss. It's so freeing, being loved and cared for like this, knowing he can reveal his deepest, darkest secrets, the ugliest parts of himself, and be met with no judgement.
In the beginning, when they started all of this, Adam didn't really understand what it meant. They sat in the dark quiet of his car and whispered promises of faith and trust. All he knew then was that it was Kris, and Kris made everything easy. Adam had no idea that loving someone could be this, this absolute confidence and utter belief in Kris, and in the two of them together. Sitting with him, here and now, in this moment and the hundreds of moments from before and the thousands more yet to come, Adam can't imagine anything better.
"You're welcome," Kris whispers.
Once Kris was satisfied with Adam's nutrient intake ("I know you haven't been eating properly, we're not leaving this table until you finish that" and Adam has never been able to deny Kris much of anything - especially when he pulls that adorable angry puppy face), they make their way to the living room to wait out the last hour of the kids' nap.
Adam halfheartedly flips through the channels (they really don't make Saturday cartoons the way they used to), but he quickly gives up the pretense in favor of pinching Kris's arm to stop his wiggling around. "Stop fidgeting, what's wrong with you?" Adam huffs when Kris's elbow digs into his stomach.
Kris sighs petulantly, breath warm against Adam's cheek. "M'trying to get comfortable," he says as he throws an arm across Adam's waist.
"I'd appreciate if you didn't - ow! - bruise me in this endeavor of yours," Adam frowns, swatting Kris's wandering knee away. This is going to go awry, he can already tell.
"No."
"No?"
"Don't wanna," Kris says as he pushes Adam's shoulder down.
"What is your damage, Kristopher?" Adam grunts, indignant, falling sideways on the couch.
Kris collapses half on top of him and tucks his face in his neck with a happy sigh. "Better."
Adam laughs. "You could've just said you wanted to cuddle and saved me a little pain." He shifts Kris a little closer, tangles legs with his and curls his arms around Kris's back.
Kris squeezes him. "I missed you. I've said that, right?"
"Aww. Baby." Adam nuzzles the top of his head. "I'm here now."
Kris rubs his face into Adam's shoulder, hands drifting up under his shirt, thumb caressing idly. Adam knows how much Kris likes to touch, how much Kris needs it, so amazingly tactile even in public, so Adam does the same, spans his hands on Kris's back, feeling Kris's muscled skin under his shirt.
They lay together for a while, the low hum of the TV the only sound in the room. Adam dozes a little, hangs out in the space between awake and asleep, Kris's warm weight steady and comforting, something he's been missing. He thinks he hears Kris mumble something about unicorns, and he opens his mouth to say something equally ridiculous...
---
The next time Adam opens his eyes, Kaya's on the floor, hunched over the coffee table. She's coloring something. Kris is sitting on the other end of the couch, cradling Jamie and Adam's feet in his lap.
Jamie lets out a shrieking laugh at something on TV, and Adam can't help but giggle along. Kris lifts his head to smile at him, sweet and fond, then leans in to whisper in Jamie's ear. And suddenly Jamie's crawling up Adam's legs, stopping to perch right on his stomach. He reaches his chubby little hands out to pat clumsily at Adam's face.
Adam grins. "Hi, Jamie."
Jamie grins back, toothless and adorable, shrieking again when Adam mock-bites at his hands. Adam tickles his sides, and there's some more laughter until Jamie collapses against him, breaths hitching. Adam cuddles him in his chest and breathes in his baby smell, the unique mix of milk and powder and joy.
Kaya crawls over and pokes his nose. "Kris said you were tired. You should sleep s'more, Adam."
"I'm better now. I want to say goodbye when your parents pick you up," Adam says, reaching out a hand and ruffling her hair. "Can you show me what you're coloring?"
Kaya's eyes light up, and she reaches out to grab her coloring book. "I'm coloring ponies!" she cries, shoving the page in Adam's face, all childlike enthusiasm.
Adam holds out the picture so Jamie can see. "Your pony is purple!"
"Yes. Purple's my favorite color."
"And the pony's mane is green and pink?"
"Uh huh," Kaya says absently, taking the picture back to the table. "I gotta finish before mama and daddy come back."
"It's really pretty, Kaya," Adam says. "Your parents will love it."
Kaya smiles at him, big and bright. "I know!"
Jamie laughs again, and this time he's grabbing at Adam's hair. And - ow, he's pulling. "Blue," Jamie giggles and tugs, hard.
"Adam's not a toy, Jamie. Stop pulling his hair," Kris says, firm.
"Blue!" Jamie cries and pulls even harder. Adam steadies Jamie in his hands and sits up, planting him on his knees.
"Okay, no more pulling, buddy," Adam says, tweaking his nose. "Just look."
Jamie pouts, but he stops, hands patting Adam's nose and cheeks instead. Kris scoots closer, perches his chin on Adam's shoulder, tickling Jamie's sides and giggling when Jamie laughs. Jamie's nose crinkles just like Kris's. "You're gonna grow up to be a heartbreaker, Jamie."
Jamie eventually gets bored with them and crawls over to his sister, grabbing at her crayons and beaming when he gets her attention. Kaya turns to a new page and starts to teach him how to color.
"They're such good kids," Adam says.
"Runs in the family," Kris answers, laughing when Adam nudges him.
Kaya's telling Jamie very, very firmly not to put the crayons in his mouth when Adam hears the rumble of an car engine stopping right outside. Kaya darts up and grabs Adam's hand, pulling them to the front door. "They're here!" she cries, bouncing on her toes.
Adam laughs and opens the door, stepping to the left to let Kaya run into her mom's waiting arms.
Natalie kisses Kaya's head and grins at Adam, eyes wide with delight. "Adam! I didn't know you were gonna be here!" She hurries over and kisses his cheek. "You're a little too thin for my taste, hon, do I have to have words with Kristopher? Is he not taking care of you?"
Adam laughs and follows her inside, holding the door open for Henry. "We open in a week, rehearsals have been killer. Kris will fatten me back up soon enough."
"Good. Oh, I'm so excited to see your show."
"I'm a little nervous, but it's shaping up to be pretty good."
"We'll come see you. And how were my little monsters?"
"They were perfect. Jamie's gotten so big," Adam says as they walk into the living room. Kris gets up, Jamie cradled in arms.
"Here they are, buddy," Kris says, dropping a kiss on Jamie's head before handing him off to Henry.
"Did you guys behave for Kris and Adam?" Natalie asks.
"We were good, mama. Promise!" Kaya exclaims. "Adam watched my show with me! And Kris made us pancakes! And we stayed real quiet while Adam was sleeping coz Kris said Adam needs rest."
Jamie gurgles in agreement and grabs at Natalie's hair. "What did I tell you about hair, Jamie? You can't just pull," she says before kissing his cheek. "Thank you for doing this, guys."
Kris hands over Jamie's diaper bag with a grin. "It's no problem at all, Nat. Anytime."
They all herd to the doorway, and after Kaya gives the two of them sloppy kisses on the cheek, and Jamie blows them an adorably disgusting spit bubble, Kris tugs Adam up the stairs. They stagger to Kris's bedroom and unceremoniously drop down on the bed, limbs all tangled together.
"I'm sorry I fell asleep," Adam says.
"It's okay. I know you're exhausted." Kris pushes a pillow under Adam's head and cards his fingers through his hair. "Sleep some more."
Adam pouts. "I didn't come to your house to take a nap, come on."
Kris just keeps stroking his hair, and Adam pushes his head up to the touch, fighting the urge to purr.
"You're not playing fair."
"I'm not doing anything," Kris murmurs. "Close your eyes, babe. I'll be here when you wake up."
---
Adam opens his eyes, and the room is dark, save for the glare from the laptop perched on Kris's outstretched legs. Kris is sitting on the other side of the bed, typing something, and - oh. He's wearing glasses. Maybe Adam won't get mad at him after all.
"You're too far away," Adam rasps.
Kris turns his head, surprised. "Hey, sleepyhead."
Adam reaches out blindly and tugs on the leg of Kris's sweatpants. "C'mere."
Kris huffs a laugh, putting the laptop away and crawling up Adam's body, thigh nudging at Adam's morning - er, evening? - wood. "Hi."
"I'm mad at you."
"I didn't do anything," Kris says as he nuzzles at his chin.
"I'm still mad," Adam says before pulling Kris into a sloppy, dirty kiss. Kris responds immediately, opening his mouth and moaning when Adam's tongue starts a leisurely exploration. They make out lazily, lips comfortable and knowing, hands moving exactly where they're wanted, only separating for the half-second it takes to pull off their clothes. Adam gasps at the feel of their cocks sliding together, hand immediately coming down to grasp them both. It's hot, and quick, and Adam groans out "God, I love you," as he comes in hot spurts in his hand. Kris continues to kiss him, lips biting just a little too hard, thrusting into Adam's grip.
"Come on, honey," Adam whispers into Kris's mouth, strokes tight and fast and twisting. "Come for me."
With a strangled gasp, Kris obeys, hips bucking wildly. Adam holds him through it, watches as Kris's eyes screw shut and his gorgeous mouth falls open, breaths coming out hard and fast. Kris is beautiful in every way, all the time, but Adam thinks he's most devastating in the moments he comes undone like this, body falling into the pleasure that Adam gives, breaking under Adam's hands.
Kris slumps against him, boneless and pliant, blindly mouthing up his chin and drawing him into a sloppy kiss. Adam flips them over, smiling when Kris automatically opens his legs and tugs him down, insistent as always on taking Adam's full weight. Adam presses soft, quick kisses all over his face, and Kris sighs happily, hands ghosting down Adam's back.
"I could get used to this," Adam whispers.
"Hmm?"
"Waking up for sex," Adam grins.
"Mmm."
Adam doesn't know how long they stay like that, just curled together and murmuring to each other. Their rumbling stomachs eventually make them get up, wipe off and go back to the kitchen for the dinner Kim left them. Adam stretches up on his toes to get a couple of glasses from the cupboard, smiling when Kris shuffles next to him, arms sliding around his waist.
"This is nice," Adam murmurs into his temple.
Kris just nods his head and kisses his shoulder, squeezing one more time before making his way to the fridge. Adam lays out the glasses with one plate and two sets of utensils, then pads over to where Kris is watching the microwave. Adam pulls Kris close, enjoying the moment. It is nice, waking up in bed and reaching out to find Kris there beside him, playing house like this, the most mundane activities made less so by virtue of doing them together. Suddenly Adam can't wait for senior year to end, wishes for time to fly by and for September to come, and he's imagining them finding a place, shopping for things, living together - getting to do this, to have this, every single day. No limits.
The beeping of the microwave brings Adam out of his thoughts, and he realizes that his grip on Kris has gotten a little too tight. Kris is looking up at him, a question on his face, but Adam just smiles and kisses his forehead, letting him go so they can bring the food to the table. It looks like a stew of some kind, and suddenly Adam realizes he's starving.
They squish together at the table - Kris's legs are draped across Adam's lap, and they're practically sharing a seat. They feed each other tiny bites (further proof that Danielle is right, sometimes they really are the epitome of the cute couple cliché) and Adam purposely misses his aim several times, leaving bits of sauce around Kris's mouth so he can kiss them away. Kris just smiles at him indulgently, enjoying the attention.
"We really need to learn how to cook," Adam says between bites.
Kris looks at him in alarm. "That's a dangerous line of thinking."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that. I can totally learn!"
"You can't even toast bread properly, babe. Or have you forgotten --"
"I thought we promised to never bring that up again!" Adam cries, voice going high. "That was one time."
"One really, really, really awful time."
Adam pouts at him. "Shut up. I was gonna say that I want to learn how to cook all your favorite things, but never mind."
Kris aims a brilliant grin at him and leans in to nudge their noses together. "What did I do to deserve you?"
"I don't know. You really hurt my feelings just now."
"Stop being so cute," Kris coos. "I'm sorry. I won't ever bring it up again. Now talk some more about how much you love me."
Adam gasps and slaps Kris's arm. "I'm trying to be serious here! Talking about living together and making a life and learning things, and you're just --"
Kris grabs at his flailing arm, forcing Adam to stop. Kris kisses his knuckles and says, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm taking this seriously. I promise. No more jokes."
Adam just looks at him, wary.
"I promise," Kris repeats, aiming his earnest puppy eyes at him.
Adam just sighs and leans in for a kiss. "I really shouldn't have told you about the puppy eyes thing."
"I love you too," Kris just answers, smile almost smug. It'd be annoying if it wasn't so cute.
"You've been thinking about it, though, right? What it's gonna be like, next year? Getting a place --"
"It's all I think about whenever we say goodnight," Kris says, expression suddenly serious. "I can't wait. Adam, I want it so bad. I want it right now. I want it yesterday."
Adam's breathless, closing his eyes under the sudden flood of emotion. He cups Kris's face in his hands and bumps their foreheads together. "Me too. I don't have words to say how much."
"I get to fall asleep and wake up next to you. Make you breakfast. Read lines with you. I'll make you study with me and you won't be able to get away. We can sit on the couch and waste away weekends together. I can - I will - blow you up against the front door," Kris says, voice tight. "I want all of that so bad."
Adam can see all of it so clearly in his head, and it's almost too much to bear. "Kris," he breathes.
"Yeah?"
"This is real, right?"
"Of course it is."
"It's not just some dream?"
Kris lets out a surprised laugh. "It's real. All of it. Baby, look at me."
Adam takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, meets Kris's gaze. He's smiling, face soft and completely open. "We're doing this. It's going to happen, and it's going to be amazing."
Adam kisses him, then, because how can he not? He kisses the grin off of Kris's face, traces his tongue on the roof of Kris's mouth, swallowing his surprised gasp. Kris grips his hair and sucks on his tongue, just as desperate. Adam pours all of himself into the kiss, everything he feels, just gives it up until he can breathe again.
They pull apart, and Adam wrinkles his nose. "You're going to get so sick of me."
"Not possible," Kris says immediately.
"Oh, just you wait. I think we're going to drive each other crazy," Adam grins. "It's going to be so much fun."
Kris traces a thumb on his cheek, smiling. "Mama can teach us how to cook."
"Okay."
"And I'll practice being neat so you won't yell at me. Much."
"Okay."
"And you'll compromise on closet space?" Kris asks, tweaking Adam's nose.
There's a long pause. "Yeah, okay."
"And we'll start stocking up on condoms and lube."
Adam bursts out laughing at that, the force of it tipping them both sideways. "Yes, this is a very good plan."
"We should look into sex toys too, y'know, so we can spice things up a little."
"Kristopher!" Adam gasps, faux-scandalized.
"What? We should broaden our horizons. I thought you'd approve." Adam doesn't understand how Kris can say these things and keep a straight face.
"I do!" Adam sobers suddenly. "Wait, are you saying our sex is boring?"
Kris pinches his arm. "Stop being ridiculous. I just. You know."
Adam raises his eyebrows. "You what?"
The most adorable blush starts creeping up Kris's neck. "Handcuffs?" he asks meekly.
Adam laughs and laughs and it's a long time before he can stop.
---
They finish their food and clean up, then go back to Kris's room. Adam takes hold of the laptop to look at his email and to check in with Alisan. Kris puts his glasses back on and grabs a book from his desk, probably something for Lit class that he can't put off any longer.
Adam waits for Kris to settle against the headboard and crawls up the bed to sit beside him, fluffing up a pillow to support his back and leaning up against Kris. Kris curls his left arm around Adam's neck and settles his hand right on Adam's heart. They're quiet and productive for a couple hours, occasionally shifting on the bed to keep comfortable.
Adam signs off chat with Danielle and Alisan, and he impulsively types "new york apartments" into Google. They both have family friends scattered around Manhattan and Brooklyn so finding a place really isn't their problem quite yet, but Adam wants to look. Maybe take a little peek at what's in store for them. He looks at all kinds of places - studios, lofts, cramped walkups - and tries to imagine the two of them living there, filling it with their things and their energy. He loses track of time, opens a dozen tabs in two minutes, and before long he can feel Kris's chin perched on his head.
"Do you think we'll have to get a roommate?" Kris asks, pointing at an insane price tag on the apartment listing.
"I hope not," Adam says. "We'd make terrible roommates, and not just because they'll be the third wheel."
Kris murmurs his agreement and stays quiet, though Adam doesn't know if he's just watching him surf or has gotten back to his book.
Adam clicks around some more, and somehow finds his way into a forum full of casting calls for off-Broadway shows. He looks through them eagerly, tries to imagine working with a professional cast, training under real directors and choreographers. Something makes him pause. "It's going to be like this a lot of the time, you know that, right?" Adam asks.
"Hmm?"
Adam tips his chin up to meet Kris's gaze. "You'll be in school, and I'll have, like, auditions and rehearsals. And if I ever get cast in a show, it's gonna be an insane schedule. Probably worse than this."
Kris nods. "I know."
"I'll have a lot of late nights, probably. And I won't get up until the afternoon. Weird hours, that kinda thing."
"I know that."
"Yeah?"
"Mmhmmm. I can fix my schedule, I think. Classes are more flexible in college. I'll get my studying done early so we can just hang out when you get home, stuff like that. And you get days off too, right? I can keep those open. We'll coordinate," Kris answers, smiling.
"That sounds plausible."
"Of course it is."
"You make it sound so easy."
Kris squeezes his arms around Adam and presses a kiss on his forehead. "It won't be. But we'll make it work." Always so sure.
Adam kisses him, soft and slow. "Yeah, we will."
Kris silently puts his book away and tugs Adam up against him, lips hot and insistent, igniting Adam's skin. They kiss for a long time, until their lips are red and bruised, and Kris spreads himself out on the bed, so eager, so easily taking Adam's breath away. Adam pulls out a condom and their bottle of lube from the dresser and gets Kris ready, with two fingers, then three, watching the blush spread down his chest, listens for the whines that catch in his throat. Kris's breaths turn into short, quick gasps, and he's growling "now, Adam, please please please" and how can Adam say no?
He doesn't; he pulls out his fingers, groans right along with Kris at the loss of contact. He rolls the condom on with shaking hands and lines himself up, hands braced on Kris's pressed up on his chest. Kris lets out a little sob when Adam sheathes himself all the way in; it's hot and tight and so fucking good, Adam muffles a shout into Kris's temple and he wills himself to calm down a little, to last longer than he thinks he can.
Kris's legs wrap around his waist and he pulls Adam close, so close, hand gripping his neck, lips insistent, kissing him until they're both breathless. Adam's thrusts start slow and deep; Kris whimpers loudly, and that's how Adam knows he's hitting all the right spots. "More, please, Adam," Kris groans, twisting to throw a knee on Adam's shoulder, and stars explode under Adam's eyes at the new angle. He fucks into Kris hard and fast and earnest, and Kris just takes it, takes all of him so beautifully, murmuring soft curses under his breath, nails scratching at Adam's back.
Adam tries to hold himself back, but when Kris starts jacking himself, letting out a sharp cry and lifting himself off the bed, the white heat that starts up Adam's spine explodes through him, his limbs locking up, hips jerking as he comes. An instant later, Kris squeezes around him, so impossibly tight, coming with a yell that Adam muffles with his mouth.
Adam keeps pushing into Kris until they're both oversensitized and twitchy. His hands hold Kris down as he pulls off, twisting up the condom and throwing it into the wastebasket. Kris's limbs flop on the bed, a soft grin forming on his face as Adam cleans him up.
"Not boring," Kris slurs when Adam tugs him to his chest.
"Definitely not."
Kris opens his eyes and bites at his neck, grinning drunkenly. "Best boyfriend in the world."
"Damn right."
---
They're outside, leaning against Adam's car, counting down the last few minutes before Adam absolutely has to leave. It's one of Adam's favorite things, being wrapped up in each other like this, enjoying a quiet moment under the moonlight.
"We're thinking about the same thing, aren't we," Kris whispers into his neck.
Adam smiles and pulls Kris closer. "Yeah, we are."
"I hate watching you drive away from me."
"I hate it more than anything. Soon, we won't have to."
"Good."
Adam slides his hands up Kris's neck and pulls him into a kiss. "I love you."
"I know," Kris smiles. "I love you, too."
"Dream of me?"
Kris trails his fingers down Adam's cheek. "I will. Please drive safe."
"Always. I'll text you when I get home," Adam whispers, sneaking in one last kiss.
Kris waves at him from the doorway, and Adam pulls off the sidewalk, not quite looking forward to sleeping in his big, empty bed, but mentally scratching off another day that they're forced to separate like this, counting down. It's getting close, and Adam can't wait.
Next: practicing the words