fic: say them loudly
Title: say them loudly
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~5,500
Summary: I like what you've done with the place. (More from the early days. High school AU.)
A/N: It's been very interesting, thinking of what it was like at the beginning for these two, figuring out how they began their traditions. As always, thank you all so much for your continuing love and support. It means the world to me. <3
This one takes place the day after at my side. For the kissbingo prompt emotion: happiness.
Master post of previous installments: here
Adam's phone buzzes in his hand. He's so surprised, he drops it on his lap as soon as it starts vibrating.
Kris: Walking! I have pie
He feels the most ridiculous grin spread on his face and a familiar flutter start in his stomach. It's his default reaction whenever he knows he's about to get Kris live in the flesh, get to see his face and hold him and kiss him.
It's been the most amazing week of his life, basically, and when he gets up to open the door, he has the strongest feeling that this one is going to be even better.
Adam flings the door open and takes a beat to take Kris in - faded Beatles shirt, sweatpants, sneakers, backpack slung on both shoulders and a manic grin on his face. The bright afternoon sun is glinting off his hair, making it look lighter than it really is. Absolutely perfect.
It's a reflex, now, to step right into Kris's space and lean forward to claim a kiss. Kris's lips are unbelievably soft under his, so warm and pliant. Adam can't help but let out a soft little sigh and cup Kris's cheek in his palm, edging closer until the length of their bodies are pressed together. He didn't know how much he's missed this until it was given back to him: Kris's hitching breaths, the warmth of Kris's skin, the overwhelming joy he feels every time he gets to touch, to kiss.
Kris makes it easy to forget everything else, and Adam has no idea how long they stand there in the open doorway, making out and grinning at each other like lunatics. When Adam just has to pull away to catch his breath, he pulls Kris into a tight hug. It stuns him a little, how easily their bodies slot together - how Kris fits in Adam's arms like he's always belonged there, like they've been doing this forever.
"You smell nice," Kris sighs into his neck, and Adam can distantly feel both of Kris's hands fist on his shirt.
Adam smiles into Kris's hair, a little sheepish. "Yeah, I got out of the shower like half an hour ago."
Kris plants his chin on Adam's chest and raises his eyebrows.
Adam just laughs lightly and kisses him, soft and sweet. "Sundays are my lazy days. You don't get to judge."
Kris's eyes flutter shut and he leans up, murmuring "no, I love it" against Adam's lips and initiates another kiss, long and slow and deep. Adam groans when Kris's hand slides into Adam's back pocket - it hasn't even been a full day since they last saw each other, but seriously, he's missed this. It's been too long. And normally this is a train of thought that will make him balk, make him think twice about just what he's getting into. Instead all he wants to do is reach out for more.
Kris shivering under a light breeze is the only reason Adam drags him inside, rubbing his hands to warm them up. They make their way to the living room where his mom's settled on the couch, remote in hand.
"Mom, Kris and I are gonna study in my room, okay?"
His mom looks up at them and smiles. "Sure. Hi, Kris."
"Hey, Leila," Kris answers easily. "Mama says hi, too. And she packed this up for you." Kris untangles his fingers from Adam's and reaches into his backpack, taking out a Tupperware container.
"Kim is too nice," his mom says as she gets up to take it from Kris. "Tell her thank you for me, and that we need to get together soon."
"Yeah, of course." They all stand there for a few awkward seconds before Adam grabs Kris's hand and walks them both out of the room.
"We'll be upstairs, mom!" Adam calls out over his shoulder.
---
It feels like a momentous moment, leading Kris into his room for the first time since they got together. Adam leans on the edge of his desk and watches Kris pause to take it all in - the cluttered mess, the posters, the huge closet, the bed. Kris carefully lays his backpack on Adam's desk chair before stepping between Adam's knees, chin tilted thoughtfully. Adam wraps his arms around Kris and laces his fingers together on Kris's back, just looking.
"I like what you've done with the place," Kris says playfully.
Adam wrinkles his nose. "You think you're funny."
Kris laughs and kisses his chin, arms coming up around his neck. "I think I'm hilarious."
"You keep telling yourself that."
They're quiet for a little bit, just holding each other, enjoying the privacy of Adam's room.
"How was dinner with your dad?" Kris asks soon after he starts rubbing circles on Adam's back.
Adam smiles in remembrance. "It was good. We had Greek food, in that restaurant the next town over? It was a little weird, but fun."
"Your dad's doing good?"
"Yeah, his work's keeping him busy. And he says he's writing, too, when he has free time. I think it's awesome."
"Oh cool," Kris says, pulling away a little to meet his eyes. "Do you miss him?"
Adam sighs. "Sometimes I still wake up in the morning and expect to find him in the kitchen, y'know, drinking his coffee and frowning at the paper. I'm still not totally used him not being here all the time. But I see him every week, we email, and he's there when I need him. I think we're even closer now, how screwed up is that?"
Kris's thumbs rub comfortably up and down Adam's neck. "I don't think it's screwed up. He'll always be in your life. You'll always be family."
"Yeah, I know. And I know this is what's best for all of us."
"That's good. You should talk to them, though, if you feel... weird, or whatever. I'm sure they'd want that. And you can talk to me, too."
Adam smiles and trails his hand down the side of Kris's face. "I know. Thank you."
"That's what I'm here for," Kris smiles.
Adam cocks an eyebrow at him, challenging. "Speaking of which. My dad asked if you wouldn't mind coming to dinner with us."
Kris's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't look scared or nervous at the prospect. "Really? Like, next week?"
"No, not that soon. Maybe in a couple months, though."
"Oh, then - sure, yeah, no problem. Just gimme a heads up and I'll clear it with my parents," Kris says easily, cuddling back into Adam's chest. "That'll be nice. I miss seeing your dad around."
Adam sighs happily and nuzzles at Kris's hair. "You're pretty awesome."
"I know, right?" Kris answers. Adam pinches his arm. "Ow, stop it!" he cries but doesn't pull away.
"You're so smug."
"Only when I'm around you," Kris says as he slowly kisses up Adam's neck, mouth hot and wet and perfect.
Adam groans and captures Kris's lips in a dirty kiss, both hands drifting down to cup Kris's ass, squeezing hard as Kris hungrily sucks on his tongue. Kris is squirming, trapped in Adam's arms, nails scraping Adam's scalp. Kris is such a good kisser, damn, but Adam wants more, wants to climb into Kris's skin, plaster himself in and around and all over, and he's about to push them both toward his big, empty, waiting bed when a loud crash from next door startles them apart.
"Oh God, Neil's home," Adam mutters as he stands up and pulls Kris to the bed before striding to the adjoining bathroom. He shuts the door on Neil's side and locks the one on his, checking it three times before going to lock his bedroom door as well.
Adam looks back at the bed and finds Kris reclining on the pillows, legs spread, arms crossed under his head like he's always belonged there. And he kind of always has - that's where Adam has spent many nights thinking about him, wishing for him, aching to share it with him. Here he is, finally, everything Adam has ever wanted, his for the taking.
Despite his presumptuous pose, Kris's smile is shy. Adam just grins stupidly at him for a moment, enjoying the picture, and then pulls off his socks and crawls up the bed. He tucks his face in Kris's neck and breathes in deep, the familiar, uniquely-Kris smell simultaneously comforting and turning him on. Kris's hands run up and down his back, just holding him close, and it's fantastic.
"Hey, stranger," Kris murmurs after a few minutes of quiet hugging.
Adam smiles and scoots upward so they're sharing a pillow. "Hi, baby."
Kris's answering smile is brilliant and their next kiss is slow, almost unbearably sweet, as their mouths take little sips of each other, tasting. He can't stop himself from reaching out for Kris, can't quell the need to touch, to keep Kris close, and he feels a burst of exquisite pleasure in his chest when Kris reaches right back. Which he does, each and every time. Adam relishes the delicious jangle of nerves, he lives for the big, bright newness of it all, but at the same time, he idly wonders when it'll all be second skin, how long it'll be until they fit together without even having to think about it.
They certainly fit well enough right now, Adam thinks, when Kris rolls on his side and slides a knee between Adam's legs. Adam keeps his hand on Kris's face as they kiss, thumbs sliding right where their mouths meet, feeling with his hands how they move so well together. They are so, so very good at this, at anticipating each other's every move, mouths fluid and practiced even after just four days. It's everything Adam never even thought to want, never thought he could ever have, so incredibly addicting, and when Kris pulls away to breathe, Adam can't help the groan of protest that flies from his throat.
Kris just smiles knowingly at him, fingers petting his face, a little clumsy but sweet. Kris has the most beautiful hands, grip always soft but strong, the rough callouses on the tip of his fingers make Adam so pleasantly shivery.
In their moments of quiet, somehow they always end up like this - watching each other, Kris's fingers on Adam's lips and Adam's hand rubbing all along Kris's back. It's like they're covered in a big, warm blanket of silence and calm, lost in this little world that they share. In moments like this, Adam wonders how he ever felt lonely before, and he forgets bit by bit what life was like before Kris was in it. In moments like this, Adam can't be anything but awed and grateful for the miracle of this - of them - brought to his life.
Adam knows the smile on his face is bordering on ridiculous right now, but he's not embarrassed; he just keeps still, doesn't blush or duck his head because he wants Kris to see. Adam wants Kris to know everything he feels, everything he's thinking. He wishes he was good with words because there's so much to say, there's so much he wants Kris to know, thousands upon thousands of words bubbling up under his skin, emotions he doesn't have words for, a kind of incandescent joy he doesn't know how to describe but wants to try anyway.
"Baby, I --" he starts, but all the words fly out of his head in the face of this glorious, extraordinary moment, perfect because they're sharing it.
Kris just looks at him, expectant, fingers still moving slowly all over his face - forehead, eyelids, cheeks, chin, the bow of his lips - reverent and achingly possessive. "Yeah?"
Adam screws his eyes shut and kisses Kris instead, lets his lips and tongue and hands say what he can't out loud. Kris sighs and hitches himself closer, thumbs caressing Adam's ears as he kisses back, languid and slow. It's perfect, Kris's nose pressed against his cheek, leg wrapped around his, tongue hot and insistent in his mouth. It's the best feeling in the world, holding Kris like this and indulging in each other. They could be trapped up here for days and it still won't be enough.
When he starts to feel a little lightheaded, Adam mouths at Kris's jaw, sucks at the soft skin of Kris's neck and tongues down the line of his throat, wondering dreamily of spending hours marking Kris all over. Cover him with marks so that all anyone needs to do is to look at him to know that he's Adam's. Adam's and nobody else's. Ever.
Adam swirls his tongue and sucks earnestly, grinning to himself when Kris moans and starts shaking in his arms. Kris tugs Adam further downward and Adam can't say no - doesn't want to - so he pulls at Kris's shirt and settles into forming a bruise right at the divot of Kris's collarbones. Kris gorgeously gives himself into Adam's touch, keeps making these breathy, encouraging noises, hand fisted in Adam's hair, and Adam is more than happy to stay in one spot.
After a few minutes, Adam leans back to inspect his handiwork, satisfied with skin all swollen and red, then growls and pins Kris to the bed.
"You're all mine," Adam whispers fiercely.
Kris opens his eyes and levels Adam with a glazed look. "Yes, yeah I am --"
It's like a switch is flicked, and their kisses take a turn from soft and sweet to hot and desperate, both of them scrabbling for skin, arching into each other.
"You drive me crazy," Adam gasps as he bites down on Kris's bottom lip, tugging it with his teeth. "Completely insane."
Kris doesn't answer and lets his hand do the talking, blindly raking down Adam's chest, his waist, all the way to the front of his jeans - Adam inhales sharply when Kris's fingers trace the line of his cock through the rough denim.
"Can I - I want --"
"Please," Adam says, so far gone, chest heaving as Kris flicks the button and pulls down the zipper, tugging insistently until Adam's pants and boxers are down to his thighs. Adam fights not to come the moment Kris touches him; tries to calm himself down and let himself feel it, Kris nipping hard at his lips, body draped over his, gorgeous, calloused hand wrapped around his cock and pumping so excruciatingly slowly.
Adam can't help but thrust into Kris's grip, can distantly hear his wrecked voice forming nonsense words, but all he knows right now is Kris, Kris's hands, Kris's touch, Kris's voice - "I want to see you come. Can you do that for me, babe? I want you to do it for me." - saying it over and over, whispering it in between hot and wet kisses on his lips and chin.
Kris is alternating his grip with every stroke - light, tight, light - thumbing his slit with every upstroke, and Adam doesn't understand how he has the presence of mind to do all of that when Adam feels like all his nerves are on fire. Sweat is breaking out on his forehead, and an unbearable, white-hot heat is pooling in his belly. Kris is gasping right along with him, sucking at his neck, and with one twist of Kris's wrist, Adam is gone, coming all over Kris's hand and both their shirts. It's so much all at once, everything's gone white and blood is rushing in his ears, and it's like he's about to die of the most exquisite pleasure.
Adam doesn't know how much time passes before he comes back to himself, the most fantastic buzzing going on under his skin. He opens his eyes to Kris's breathtaking smile, lips soft and sweet on his cheek. Adam smiles back, giddy beyond belief, hand fisting in Kris's hair and pulling him in for a kiss. Kris's mouth immediately opens at the press of Adam's tongue, kissing back, hard.
They lose themselves in each other for long, long minutes, and Adam doesn't even need to think before tugging Kris's sweatpants off and running his fingers down Kris's cock, hot and hard and leaking at the tip. Adam starts out slow, swallowing Kris's impatient moans in his mouth, loving the weight of Kris in his hand, carefully thumbing at the vein right at the underside. Kris's hands are pulling hard at his hair, and Adam can feel the rise and fall of Kris's gasping, shuddery breaths right against his chest. Adam wants to tease Kris, make him desperate for it, bring him to the brink and back, over and over and over until Kris is begging for it. He pumps slowly, keeps his grip light, revels in how Kris's entire body is calling out to him, at his mercy.
Then Kris's hand closes over Adam's, forcing it closed and tight on his cock; his teeth biting viciously on Adam's lips; gasping "please please please oh please" over and over --
Adam obliges, starts pumping hard and fast, keeping his rhythm in time with his lips sucking on Kris's tongue. He listens to Kris's moans, watches Kris writhe gorgeously on the bed, the entire line of Kris's body arching into Adam's touch. It's the hottest fucking thing Adam has ever seen in his life. "You're so beautiful, baby, you're mine, all mine," Adam whispers into Kris's mouth, and soon after that, Kris's hands are fisting on the bedspread, eyes shut tight, keening as he comes in hot spurts.
Adam kisses Kris through the orgasm and after, feeling Kris's lips go slack against his and not even caring; he keeps jacking Kris's cock until Kris weakly pushes his hand away, over sensitized. Kris's body trembles in Adam's arms for a while, and Adam just tucks him close, more than happy to hold him through it.
When Adam can't ignore the mess anymore, he stumbles to the bathroom and grabs a washcloth. He wipes himself off and pulls on a ratty pair of boxers before crawling back to bed. Kris lets out a little whine and reaches for him immediately, tugging at his arms. Adam chuckles and manages to keep his distance as he cleans Kris up, a soft kind of tenderness clutching his heart at the gesture. Kris watches him with wide, dark eyes as he puts the washcloth away and carefully lifts Kris's legs to tug the sweatpants back on. When Adam bends down to kiss Kris's clothed hip, Kris unceremoniously splays his legs open and pulls Adam on top of him, arms wrapping tight around Adam's shoulders.
"Just... stay here," Kris whispers before pressing a kiss on Adam's ear.
"Not going anywhere, baby."
---
Kris pouts in protest when Adam tries to roll off of him or even shift them on their sides; all he allows Adam to do is slide downward a little bit so Adam's chin can perch on Kris's belly.
"I'm crushing you," Adam says.
Kris's hands squeeze Adam's shoulders, holding him in place. "No, you're not."
"But you're teeny. We should switch."
"Babe, no." Kris bites his lip, but he's not quite able to stop the shy smile that twists his mouth so attractively. "I like it like this. Okay?"
Adam smiles back, and he feels like face is shining with wonder, like happiness is radiating from his skin. He's always believed that people emit their energy into their environment, and he thinks that right now, they're overloading the universe with their shared joy. "Yeah, okay."
It always happens when there's a lull in their conversation - even if neither of them are speaking, their bodies move like they have minds of their own; hands ghosting over skin, reaching out to touch, and they always end up twisted into each other. This time, Kris's hand makes its way into Adam's hair as his foot absently rubs the top of Adam's thigh. Adam's fingers draw patterns and nonsense words on Kris's chest and down his sides. Adam has always been a tactile person, but Kris is a thousand times worse than that - where Adam happily hugs or cuddles when the opportunity arises, Kris demands them. They'd grown up with it, and now they're all very much used to Kris just walking up and wrapping his arms around them, snuggling into their sides, perching his chin on their shoulders. Adam found it hilarious and endearing before, but it's pretty much the most glorious thing between them right now, getting to touch as much and as often as he wants, reveling in every gesture.
"Is it weird that I really missed you?" Kris asks.
Adam fights a moan when Kris's nails start to scratch at Adam's scalp. "You did?"
"Yeah. I mean, I know I just saw you yesterday, but it just feels like it was a long time."
"You're sweet."
"Really? You don't think it's a little stalkery?"
Adam giggles helplessly into Kris's shirt and Kris just smiles at him, eyes warm. "Well if you're a stalker, I'm a stalker too."
"Yeah?"
"Mmm. I missed you, too."
Kris grins, sweet and a little aching. "Well, then. Stalk me any time."
"Well, since you asked," Adam jokes. He pauses for a few beats, and then - "I always want to be around you."
"Me, too."
Adam runs his hands up under Kris's shirt, touch gentle. "I don't like when you're not with me," he admits with no fear at all.
"Well then, we're just gonna have to make sure that doesn't happen too often."
---
"I hate to do this, baby, but..." Adam starts.
Kris just looks at him, puzzled.
"I know you brought homework to do. I have a book I need to finish by tomorrow, and I'm not even halfway yet," Adam says with a slight frown. "As much as I wish we could blow all that off for more of this -" he kisses Kris's stomach - "I think we... shouldn't."
Kris smiles wickedly and plants his foot on the bed, using his hips to flip them both over. He scoots down to drop quick kisses all over Adam's face before pressing Adam's mouth open with his tongue and curling his leg around Adam's waist. Adam lets out a noise of surprise before wholeheartedly giving in to the sweet assault, hands tracing up and down the lovely curve of Kris's ass.
Their kisses slow down eventually, until they're just exchanging playful, teasing pecks as they grin stupidly at each other. Soon after that, Kris gets up and pulls his stuff out of his backpack - a laptop, two books, and a few pages of torn off notebook paper. He looks back at the bed, unsure.
"Are you gonna use your desk?" he asks.
"No, but I'm not letting you use it either," Adam says, sitting up and squinting at Kris.
Kris raises his eyebrows. "Um. What?"
Adam grabs his copy of Catch-22 from the shelf and picks up Kris's pile of stuff, then he nudges Kris's ankle with his foot. "Move."
Kris just looks more and more confused by the second. "What are you doing?"
"Sit," Adam says as he puts all of their stuff on the middle of the bed and starts fluffing his pillows, heaping them up against the headboard one by one.
"Oh. I always fall asleep when I do my homework in bed."
Adam settles on the left side and grins at Kris sunnily. "That's why I'm here. Come sit."
Kris crawls in next to him, smiling. "I like this plan."
"You're lucky your boyfriend's smart," Adam says with a wink. "Do your thing and I'll do mine."
While Kris waits for his laptop to boot up, Adam flicks his book open and starts to read. Normally he wouldn't be so diligent about his homework, but this film elective - especially under this particular teacher - has been his favorite subject all semester, and he doesn't want to half-ass any of the work that they've been given. And, he admits, there's a certain kind of accomplishment in turning in something he'd worked hard on, something he can be proud of.
After a couple minutes, Adam hears Kris murmur "oh, shoot" and the bed shifts when he stands. Adam marks his place on the page and looks up to find Kris clambering back next to him, this time wearing glasses. Adam's stomach drops.
"Oh my God, seriously?" Adam mutters before tugging on Kris's shirt, pulling him into a deep kiss. He sighs the frames press lightly on his face, splays his hands on Kris's cheeks so he can feel the arms curve into Kris's ears. It takes a great effort to not let himself get too carried away; Adam may need to rethink this whole studying together thing.
"What was that for?" Kris murmurs against his chin when he pulls away. "Not that it wasn't awesome."
Adam huffs a laugh and presses a kiss on Kris's cheek. "Boys in glasses are kind of a weakness of mine."
He expects Kris to laugh it off and maybe preen a little bit, but Kris just looks at him thoughtfully, soft lines forming on his forehead. "So just me, then," Kris says after a few beats of silence, strangely serious.
Adam's heart stutters in his chest. He carefully frames Kris's face with his hands. "Just you, baby. Nobody else."
Kris kisses him, and this time it's excruciatingly slow, tongue exploring every inch of Adam's mouth, tasting. Possessing. Adam sighs and falls into it, lets Kris claim him, mark territory. Kris takes his time, and it's absolutely maddening, the heady mix of being teased and being conquered. They're both panting when they finally part, and Adam's a little shocked to find Kris practically humping his thigh and that both his hands made their way under Kris's shirt.
Kris sits up and plants himself fully on Adam's lap, gaze piercing. "Mine," he murmurs before kissing Adam again, a sweet little peck.
"Always," Adam says, taking a minute to hold Kris, feel Kris's heartbeat against his chest. He could spend days like this, just holding Kris close, breathing each other in. Kris's arms are awkward around his neck, but it's okay, the moment is still perfect.
After a little while, Adam sighs and lets him go, adjusting the frames on Kris's nose. "That's gonna be so distracting. Oh, man."
Kris grins, cheeky. "You're gonna have to get used to it, babe." Kris swings off Adam's lap and settles next to him, shoulders pressed up against his. Adam watches, unseeing, as Kris click around the laptop for a full minute before he can shake off the haze of want clouding his brain.
"History, right?"
"Yeah, I started last night, just gotta fill two more pages," Kris mumbles.
Adam picks up his book and easily falls back into the story, the distant sound of Kris tapping on his keyboard comforting, Kris's warmth somehow grounding him. He's spent years of his life hunched on his desk because like Kris, he'd always fall asleep when he tried to do homework in bed. It was always the best reward, crawling onto his pillows after a long night of work. As he grew up, he started longing for something else - he started feeling so piercingly lonely as he lay in bed. For most of his adolescence, he'd imagined a phantom touch laying across his back or burrowing into his front, holding or being held, it didn't matter as long as he wasn't alone anymore. He'd clutch at his pillows and burrow into blankets, but it never quelled the intense, nameless ache that gripped his chest.
And here beside him, now, he has the real thing. Not just a placeholder for some fantasy, but Kris, bright and funny and sweet and his. Adam lifts his arm and curls it loosely around Kris's shoulder, smiling to himself when Kris just sighs and nestles into his side. He can't quite angle himself to be as close as possible because Kris needs full use of both arms, but it's more than enough.
Adam keeps reading, easily getting through the next couple dozen pages, surprised that he's actually enjoying himself. He doesn't even realize that he's been rubbing his thumb all along the curve of Kris's neck until Kris grabs his hand and kisses it before patting it, wordlessly asking him to stop. After maybe half an hour of more reading, Kris does it again, murmuring "tickles, babe" into his shoulder, almost apologetic.
"Sorry, baby, didn't realize I was doing it."
Kris just smiles at him, eyes glittering, his chin tipped up for a kiss. "It's okay."
There are hardly any more distractions after that. Kris puts his laptop away about an hour later and starts working on some worksheets for chem. Kris turns sideways and Adam wraps an arm around his waist, hand careful not to move too much. Adam just continues reading all the way through it, shifting a little when his legs start to go numb, only pausing for a few minutes when his eyes start to hurt. When that happens, all he has to do is close his eyes, tilt his head a few inches and bury his face in Kris's hair while he waits for the irritation to pass.
Adam is very aware of Kris's presence the entire time, but somehow it's not a distraction at all. Maybe it's because they'd gotten off earlier on and so the urge wasn't as immediate. Maybe it's because they'd gotten their fill of kissing for the time being. Adam pushes that line of reasoning away, though - the burn of want in his gut, his desire for Kris is always there, steady and strong, no matter how many minutes or hours it's been since they'd touched or kissed. Adam wants Kris with the same intensity right after orgasm as when they've spent half a day apart. It's always just there, even as they curl into each other and study.
Adam likes to think that they can stay focused even as they're pressed up against each other, able to turn the burning intensity down to a content hum because they both know very well that they can take all the time they need. They're not losing precious minutes or hours that could be spent doing something better because there isn't anything better when they're doing it together. It's convoluted and cheesy and Adam probably won't ever say it out loud, but that's how he feels. No matter what he's doing with Kris - making out, having sex, studying, talking, driving, watching paint dry - it's all the same, it's perfect, there's no more to it than that.
---
It's time for Kris to go, and Adam tries not to pout as he packs up his stuff.
"I would've lent you my laptop, you know. You didn't have to lug yours all the way here."
Kris swings his backpack on both shoulders and looks up at him. "Oh. I didn't - I don't know why I didn't think to ask."
"You should've," Adam answers, mock-sternly.
"We'll coordinate better next time," Kris says as he grabs Adam's hand. "Thank you for having me."
Adam just laughs and pulls him downstairs. They peek in the kitchen to say goodbye to Adam's mom.
Kris picks up their Tupperware container from the counter and says, "Good night, Leila. Thanks for letting me stay."
Adam's mom kisses Kris's cheek and squeezes his arm fondly. "Bye, hon. Next time you come over, you're staying for dinner, okay?"
"Promise."
---
Kris had protested loudly when Adam offered ("it's not even two blocks away, jeez, you don't have to drive me, seriously"), but Adam insisted. So there they were, sitting in Adam's car, parked right in front of Kris's house. They're both curled sideways in their seats, holding hands. Adam is nowhere near ready to say goodnight.
"Will I see you tomorrow morning?" Adam asks.
"I'm gonna try really hard to drag Daniel out of the house early enough," Kris muses. "No promises, though. I'll definitely see you at lunch."
Adam frowns. "That's too far away."
Kris kisses Adam's knuckles one by one. "I know. Come over tomorrow night? Have dinner here. Do you know how late you can stay?" Kris asks, all in a rush. There's no hesitation in it, no shyness, and beyond all reason, it takes Adam's breath away.
"Yes, also yes, and my curfew's eleven on weekdays. We can make that work," Adam says, and the promise of the next night (and maybe the next, and the one after that, and after that, too) buoys him, makes this separation a little bit easier to bear. Adam wonders if there will ever come a time where their time together will be enough, or maybe even too much. He doesn't think it's possible.
It's the perfect end to a pretty amazing day, standing under the light of the half moon, pressing Kris into the wood of the front door, kissing him goodnight. Later that night, Adam falls asleep in his bed that smells of Kris, feeling cherished and content and energized, so ready to face the week ahead.
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Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~5,500
Summary: I like what you've done with the place. (More from the early days. High school AU.)
A/N: It's been very interesting, thinking of what it was like at the beginning for these two, figuring out how they began their traditions. As always, thank you all so much for your continuing love and support. It means the world to me. <3
This one takes place the day after at my side. For the kissbingo prompt emotion: happiness.
Master post of previous installments: here
Adam's phone buzzes in his hand. He's so surprised, he drops it on his lap as soon as it starts vibrating.
Kris: Walking! I have pie
He feels the most ridiculous grin spread on his face and a familiar flutter start in his stomach. It's his default reaction whenever he knows he's about to get Kris live in the flesh, get to see his face and hold him and kiss him.
It's been the most amazing week of his life, basically, and when he gets up to open the door, he has the strongest feeling that this one is going to be even better.
Adam flings the door open and takes a beat to take Kris in - faded Beatles shirt, sweatpants, sneakers, backpack slung on both shoulders and a manic grin on his face. The bright afternoon sun is glinting off his hair, making it look lighter than it really is. Absolutely perfect.
It's a reflex, now, to step right into Kris's space and lean forward to claim a kiss. Kris's lips are unbelievably soft under his, so warm and pliant. Adam can't help but let out a soft little sigh and cup Kris's cheek in his palm, edging closer until the length of their bodies are pressed together. He didn't know how much he's missed this until it was given back to him: Kris's hitching breaths, the warmth of Kris's skin, the overwhelming joy he feels every time he gets to touch, to kiss.
Kris makes it easy to forget everything else, and Adam has no idea how long they stand there in the open doorway, making out and grinning at each other like lunatics. When Adam just has to pull away to catch his breath, he pulls Kris into a tight hug. It stuns him a little, how easily their bodies slot together - how Kris fits in Adam's arms like he's always belonged there, like they've been doing this forever.
"You smell nice," Kris sighs into his neck, and Adam can distantly feel both of Kris's hands fist on his shirt.
Adam smiles into Kris's hair, a little sheepish. "Yeah, I got out of the shower like half an hour ago."
Kris plants his chin on Adam's chest and raises his eyebrows.
Adam just laughs lightly and kisses him, soft and sweet. "Sundays are my lazy days. You don't get to judge."
Kris's eyes flutter shut and he leans up, murmuring "no, I love it" against Adam's lips and initiates another kiss, long and slow and deep. Adam groans when Kris's hand slides into Adam's back pocket - it hasn't even been a full day since they last saw each other, but seriously, he's missed this. It's been too long. And normally this is a train of thought that will make him balk, make him think twice about just what he's getting into. Instead all he wants to do is reach out for more.
Kris shivering under a light breeze is the only reason Adam drags him inside, rubbing his hands to warm them up. They make their way to the living room where his mom's settled on the couch, remote in hand.
"Mom, Kris and I are gonna study in my room, okay?"
His mom looks up at them and smiles. "Sure. Hi, Kris."
"Hey, Leila," Kris answers easily. "Mama says hi, too. And she packed this up for you." Kris untangles his fingers from Adam's and reaches into his backpack, taking out a Tupperware container.
"Kim is too nice," his mom says as she gets up to take it from Kris. "Tell her thank you for me, and that we need to get together soon."
"Yeah, of course." They all stand there for a few awkward seconds before Adam grabs Kris's hand and walks them both out of the room.
"We'll be upstairs, mom!" Adam calls out over his shoulder.
---
It feels like a momentous moment, leading Kris into his room for the first time since they got together. Adam leans on the edge of his desk and watches Kris pause to take it all in - the cluttered mess, the posters, the huge closet, the bed. Kris carefully lays his backpack on Adam's desk chair before stepping between Adam's knees, chin tilted thoughtfully. Adam wraps his arms around Kris and laces his fingers together on Kris's back, just looking.
"I like what you've done with the place," Kris says playfully.
Adam wrinkles his nose. "You think you're funny."
Kris laughs and kisses his chin, arms coming up around his neck. "I think I'm hilarious."
"You keep telling yourself that."
They're quiet for a little bit, just holding each other, enjoying the privacy of Adam's room.
"How was dinner with your dad?" Kris asks soon after he starts rubbing circles on Adam's back.
Adam smiles in remembrance. "It was good. We had Greek food, in that restaurant the next town over? It was a little weird, but fun."
"Your dad's doing good?"
"Yeah, his work's keeping him busy. And he says he's writing, too, when he has free time. I think it's awesome."
"Oh cool," Kris says, pulling away a little to meet his eyes. "Do you miss him?"
Adam sighs. "Sometimes I still wake up in the morning and expect to find him in the kitchen, y'know, drinking his coffee and frowning at the paper. I'm still not totally used him not being here all the time. But I see him every week, we email, and he's there when I need him. I think we're even closer now, how screwed up is that?"
Kris's thumbs rub comfortably up and down Adam's neck. "I don't think it's screwed up. He'll always be in your life. You'll always be family."
"Yeah, I know. And I know this is what's best for all of us."
"That's good. You should talk to them, though, if you feel... weird, or whatever. I'm sure they'd want that. And you can talk to me, too."
Adam smiles and trails his hand down the side of Kris's face. "I know. Thank you."
"That's what I'm here for," Kris smiles.
Adam cocks an eyebrow at him, challenging. "Speaking of which. My dad asked if you wouldn't mind coming to dinner with us."
Kris's eyes widen in surprise, but he doesn't look scared or nervous at the prospect. "Really? Like, next week?"
"No, not that soon. Maybe in a couple months, though."
"Oh, then - sure, yeah, no problem. Just gimme a heads up and I'll clear it with my parents," Kris says easily, cuddling back into Adam's chest. "That'll be nice. I miss seeing your dad around."
Adam sighs happily and nuzzles at Kris's hair. "You're pretty awesome."
"I know, right?" Kris answers. Adam pinches his arm. "Ow, stop it!" he cries but doesn't pull away.
"You're so smug."
"Only when I'm around you," Kris says as he slowly kisses up Adam's neck, mouth hot and wet and perfect.
Adam groans and captures Kris's lips in a dirty kiss, both hands drifting down to cup Kris's ass, squeezing hard as Kris hungrily sucks on his tongue. Kris is squirming, trapped in Adam's arms, nails scraping Adam's scalp. Kris is such a good kisser, damn, but Adam wants more, wants to climb into Kris's skin, plaster himself in and around and all over, and he's about to push them both toward his big, empty, waiting bed when a loud crash from next door startles them apart.
"Oh God, Neil's home," Adam mutters as he stands up and pulls Kris to the bed before striding to the adjoining bathroom. He shuts the door on Neil's side and locks the one on his, checking it three times before going to lock his bedroom door as well.
Adam looks back at the bed and finds Kris reclining on the pillows, legs spread, arms crossed under his head like he's always belonged there. And he kind of always has - that's where Adam has spent many nights thinking about him, wishing for him, aching to share it with him. Here he is, finally, everything Adam has ever wanted, his for the taking.
Despite his presumptuous pose, Kris's smile is shy. Adam just grins stupidly at him for a moment, enjoying the picture, and then pulls off his socks and crawls up the bed. He tucks his face in Kris's neck and breathes in deep, the familiar, uniquely-Kris smell simultaneously comforting and turning him on. Kris's hands run up and down his back, just holding him close, and it's fantastic.
"Hey, stranger," Kris murmurs after a few minutes of quiet hugging.
Adam smiles and scoots upward so they're sharing a pillow. "Hi, baby."
Kris's answering smile is brilliant and their next kiss is slow, almost unbearably sweet, as their mouths take little sips of each other, tasting. He can't stop himself from reaching out for Kris, can't quell the need to touch, to keep Kris close, and he feels a burst of exquisite pleasure in his chest when Kris reaches right back. Which he does, each and every time. Adam relishes the delicious jangle of nerves, he lives for the big, bright newness of it all, but at the same time, he idly wonders when it'll all be second skin, how long it'll be until they fit together without even having to think about it.
They certainly fit well enough right now, Adam thinks, when Kris rolls on his side and slides a knee between Adam's legs. Adam keeps his hand on Kris's face as they kiss, thumbs sliding right where their mouths meet, feeling with his hands how they move so well together. They are so, so very good at this, at anticipating each other's every move, mouths fluid and practiced even after just four days. It's everything Adam never even thought to want, never thought he could ever have, so incredibly addicting, and when Kris pulls away to breathe, Adam can't help the groan of protest that flies from his throat.
Kris just smiles knowingly at him, fingers petting his face, a little clumsy but sweet. Kris has the most beautiful hands, grip always soft but strong, the rough callouses on the tip of his fingers make Adam so pleasantly shivery.
In their moments of quiet, somehow they always end up like this - watching each other, Kris's fingers on Adam's lips and Adam's hand rubbing all along Kris's back. It's like they're covered in a big, warm blanket of silence and calm, lost in this little world that they share. In moments like this, Adam wonders how he ever felt lonely before, and he forgets bit by bit what life was like before Kris was in it. In moments like this, Adam can't be anything but awed and grateful for the miracle of this - of them - brought to his life.
Adam knows the smile on his face is bordering on ridiculous right now, but he's not embarrassed; he just keeps still, doesn't blush or duck his head because he wants Kris to see. Adam wants Kris to know everything he feels, everything he's thinking. He wishes he was good with words because there's so much to say, there's so much he wants Kris to know, thousands upon thousands of words bubbling up under his skin, emotions he doesn't have words for, a kind of incandescent joy he doesn't know how to describe but wants to try anyway.
"Baby, I --" he starts, but all the words fly out of his head in the face of this glorious, extraordinary moment, perfect because they're sharing it.
Kris just looks at him, expectant, fingers still moving slowly all over his face - forehead, eyelids, cheeks, chin, the bow of his lips - reverent and achingly possessive. "Yeah?"
Adam screws his eyes shut and kisses Kris instead, lets his lips and tongue and hands say what he can't out loud. Kris sighs and hitches himself closer, thumbs caressing Adam's ears as he kisses back, languid and slow. It's perfect, Kris's nose pressed against his cheek, leg wrapped around his, tongue hot and insistent in his mouth. It's the best feeling in the world, holding Kris like this and indulging in each other. They could be trapped up here for days and it still won't be enough.
When he starts to feel a little lightheaded, Adam mouths at Kris's jaw, sucks at the soft skin of Kris's neck and tongues down the line of his throat, wondering dreamily of spending hours marking Kris all over. Cover him with marks so that all anyone needs to do is to look at him to know that he's Adam's. Adam's and nobody else's. Ever.
Adam swirls his tongue and sucks earnestly, grinning to himself when Kris moans and starts shaking in his arms. Kris tugs Adam further downward and Adam can't say no - doesn't want to - so he pulls at Kris's shirt and settles into forming a bruise right at the divot of Kris's collarbones. Kris gorgeously gives himself into Adam's touch, keeps making these breathy, encouraging noises, hand fisted in Adam's hair, and Adam is more than happy to stay in one spot.
After a few minutes, Adam leans back to inspect his handiwork, satisfied with skin all swollen and red, then growls and pins Kris to the bed.
"You're all mine," Adam whispers fiercely.
Kris opens his eyes and levels Adam with a glazed look. "Yes, yeah I am --"
It's like a switch is flicked, and their kisses take a turn from soft and sweet to hot and desperate, both of them scrabbling for skin, arching into each other.
"You drive me crazy," Adam gasps as he bites down on Kris's bottom lip, tugging it with his teeth. "Completely insane."
Kris doesn't answer and lets his hand do the talking, blindly raking down Adam's chest, his waist, all the way to the front of his jeans - Adam inhales sharply when Kris's fingers trace the line of his cock through the rough denim.
"Can I - I want --"
"Please," Adam says, so far gone, chest heaving as Kris flicks the button and pulls down the zipper, tugging insistently until Adam's pants and boxers are down to his thighs. Adam fights not to come the moment Kris touches him; tries to calm himself down and let himself feel it, Kris nipping hard at his lips, body draped over his, gorgeous, calloused hand wrapped around his cock and pumping so excruciatingly slowly.
Adam can't help but thrust into Kris's grip, can distantly hear his wrecked voice forming nonsense words, but all he knows right now is Kris, Kris's hands, Kris's touch, Kris's voice - "I want to see you come. Can you do that for me, babe? I want you to do it for me." - saying it over and over, whispering it in between hot and wet kisses on his lips and chin.
Kris is alternating his grip with every stroke - light, tight, light - thumbing his slit with every upstroke, and Adam doesn't understand how he has the presence of mind to do all of that when Adam feels like all his nerves are on fire. Sweat is breaking out on his forehead, and an unbearable, white-hot heat is pooling in his belly. Kris is gasping right along with him, sucking at his neck, and with one twist of Kris's wrist, Adam is gone, coming all over Kris's hand and both their shirts. It's so much all at once, everything's gone white and blood is rushing in his ears, and it's like he's about to die of the most exquisite pleasure.
Adam doesn't know how much time passes before he comes back to himself, the most fantastic buzzing going on under his skin. He opens his eyes to Kris's breathtaking smile, lips soft and sweet on his cheek. Adam smiles back, giddy beyond belief, hand fisting in Kris's hair and pulling him in for a kiss. Kris's mouth immediately opens at the press of Adam's tongue, kissing back, hard.
They lose themselves in each other for long, long minutes, and Adam doesn't even need to think before tugging Kris's sweatpants off and running his fingers down Kris's cock, hot and hard and leaking at the tip. Adam starts out slow, swallowing Kris's impatient moans in his mouth, loving the weight of Kris in his hand, carefully thumbing at the vein right at the underside. Kris's hands are pulling hard at his hair, and Adam can feel the rise and fall of Kris's gasping, shuddery breaths right against his chest. Adam wants to tease Kris, make him desperate for it, bring him to the brink and back, over and over and over until Kris is begging for it. He pumps slowly, keeps his grip light, revels in how Kris's entire body is calling out to him, at his mercy.
Then Kris's hand closes over Adam's, forcing it closed and tight on his cock; his teeth biting viciously on Adam's lips; gasping "please please please oh please" over and over --
Adam obliges, starts pumping hard and fast, keeping his rhythm in time with his lips sucking on Kris's tongue. He listens to Kris's moans, watches Kris writhe gorgeously on the bed, the entire line of Kris's body arching into Adam's touch. It's the hottest fucking thing Adam has ever seen in his life. "You're so beautiful, baby, you're mine, all mine," Adam whispers into Kris's mouth, and soon after that, Kris's hands are fisting on the bedspread, eyes shut tight, keening as he comes in hot spurts.
Adam kisses Kris through the orgasm and after, feeling Kris's lips go slack against his and not even caring; he keeps jacking Kris's cock until Kris weakly pushes his hand away, over sensitized. Kris's body trembles in Adam's arms for a while, and Adam just tucks him close, more than happy to hold him through it.
When Adam can't ignore the mess anymore, he stumbles to the bathroom and grabs a washcloth. He wipes himself off and pulls on a ratty pair of boxers before crawling back to bed. Kris lets out a little whine and reaches for him immediately, tugging at his arms. Adam chuckles and manages to keep his distance as he cleans Kris up, a soft kind of tenderness clutching his heart at the gesture. Kris watches him with wide, dark eyes as he puts the washcloth away and carefully lifts Kris's legs to tug the sweatpants back on. When Adam bends down to kiss Kris's clothed hip, Kris unceremoniously splays his legs open and pulls Adam on top of him, arms wrapping tight around Adam's shoulders.
"Just... stay here," Kris whispers before pressing a kiss on Adam's ear.
"Not going anywhere, baby."
---
Kris pouts in protest when Adam tries to roll off of him or even shift them on their sides; all he allows Adam to do is slide downward a little bit so Adam's chin can perch on Kris's belly.
"I'm crushing you," Adam says.
Kris's hands squeeze Adam's shoulders, holding him in place. "No, you're not."
"But you're teeny. We should switch."
"Babe, no." Kris bites his lip, but he's not quite able to stop the shy smile that twists his mouth so attractively. "I like it like this. Okay?"
Adam smiles back, and he feels like face is shining with wonder, like happiness is radiating from his skin. He's always believed that people emit their energy into their environment, and he thinks that right now, they're overloading the universe with their shared joy. "Yeah, okay."
It always happens when there's a lull in their conversation - even if neither of them are speaking, their bodies move like they have minds of their own; hands ghosting over skin, reaching out to touch, and they always end up twisted into each other. This time, Kris's hand makes its way into Adam's hair as his foot absently rubs the top of Adam's thigh. Adam's fingers draw patterns and nonsense words on Kris's chest and down his sides. Adam has always been a tactile person, but Kris is a thousand times worse than that - where Adam happily hugs or cuddles when the opportunity arises, Kris demands them. They'd grown up with it, and now they're all very much used to Kris just walking up and wrapping his arms around them, snuggling into their sides, perching his chin on their shoulders. Adam found it hilarious and endearing before, but it's pretty much the most glorious thing between them right now, getting to touch as much and as often as he wants, reveling in every gesture.
"Is it weird that I really missed you?" Kris asks.
Adam fights a moan when Kris's nails start to scratch at Adam's scalp. "You did?"
"Yeah. I mean, I know I just saw you yesterday, but it just feels like it was a long time."
"You're sweet."
"Really? You don't think it's a little stalkery?"
Adam giggles helplessly into Kris's shirt and Kris just smiles at him, eyes warm. "Well if you're a stalker, I'm a stalker too."
"Yeah?"
"Mmm. I missed you, too."
Kris grins, sweet and a little aching. "Well, then. Stalk me any time."
"Well, since you asked," Adam jokes. He pauses for a few beats, and then - "I always want to be around you."
"Me, too."
Adam runs his hands up under Kris's shirt, touch gentle. "I don't like when you're not with me," he admits with no fear at all.
"Well then, we're just gonna have to make sure that doesn't happen too often."
---
"I hate to do this, baby, but..." Adam starts.
Kris just looks at him, puzzled.
"I know you brought homework to do. I have a book I need to finish by tomorrow, and I'm not even halfway yet," Adam says with a slight frown. "As much as I wish we could blow all that off for more of this -" he kisses Kris's stomach - "I think we... shouldn't."
Kris smiles wickedly and plants his foot on the bed, using his hips to flip them both over. He scoots down to drop quick kisses all over Adam's face before pressing Adam's mouth open with his tongue and curling his leg around Adam's waist. Adam lets out a noise of surprise before wholeheartedly giving in to the sweet assault, hands tracing up and down the lovely curve of Kris's ass.
Their kisses slow down eventually, until they're just exchanging playful, teasing pecks as they grin stupidly at each other. Soon after that, Kris gets up and pulls his stuff out of his backpack - a laptop, two books, and a few pages of torn off notebook paper. He looks back at the bed, unsure.
"Are you gonna use your desk?" he asks.
"No, but I'm not letting you use it either," Adam says, sitting up and squinting at Kris.
Kris raises his eyebrows. "Um. What?"
Adam grabs his copy of Catch-22 from the shelf and picks up Kris's pile of stuff, then he nudges Kris's ankle with his foot. "Move."
Kris just looks more and more confused by the second. "What are you doing?"
"Sit," Adam says as he puts all of their stuff on the middle of the bed and starts fluffing his pillows, heaping them up against the headboard one by one.
"Oh. I always fall asleep when I do my homework in bed."
Adam settles on the left side and grins at Kris sunnily. "That's why I'm here. Come sit."
Kris crawls in next to him, smiling. "I like this plan."
"You're lucky your boyfriend's smart," Adam says with a wink. "Do your thing and I'll do mine."
While Kris waits for his laptop to boot up, Adam flicks his book open and starts to read. Normally he wouldn't be so diligent about his homework, but this film elective - especially under this particular teacher - has been his favorite subject all semester, and he doesn't want to half-ass any of the work that they've been given. And, he admits, there's a certain kind of accomplishment in turning in something he'd worked hard on, something he can be proud of.
After a couple minutes, Adam hears Kris murmur "oh, shoot" and the bed shifts when he stands. Adam marks his place on the page and looks up to find Kris clambering back next to him, this time wearing glasses. Adam's stomach drops.
"Oh my God, seriously?" Adam mutters before tugging on Kris's shirt, pulling him into a deep kiss. He sighs the frames press lightly on his face, splays his hands on Kris's cheeks so he can feel the arms curve into Kris's ears. It takes a great effort to not let himself get too carried away; Adam may need to rethink this whole studying together thing.
"What was that for?" Kris murmurs against his chin when he pulls away. "Not that it wasn't awesome."
Adam huffs a laugh and presses a kiss on Kris's cheek. "Boys in glasses are kind of a weakness of mine."
He expects Kris to laugh it off and maybe preen a little bit, but Kris just looks at him thoughtfully, soft lines forming on his forehead. "So just me, then," Kris says after a few beats of silence, strangely serious.
Adam's heart stutters in his chest. He carefully frames Kris's face with his hands. "Just you, baby. Nobody else."
Kris kisses him, and this time it's excruciatingly slow, tongue exploring every inch of Adam's mouth, tasting. Possessing. Adam sighs and falls into it, lets Kris claim him, mark territory. Kris takes his time, and it's absolutely maddening, the heady mix of being teased and being conquered. They're both panting when they finally part, and Adam's a little shocked to find Kris practically humping his thigh and that both his hands made their way under Kris's shirt.
Kris sits up and plants himself fully on Adam's lap, gaze piercing. "Mine," he murmurs before kissing Adam again, a sweet little peck.
"Always," Adam says, taking a minute to hold Kris, feel Kris's heartbeat against his chest. He could spend days like this, just holding Kris close, breathing each other in. Kris's arms are awkward around his neck, but it's okay, the moment is still perfect.
After a little while, Adam sighs and lets him go, adjusting the frames on Kris's nose. "That's gonna be so distracting. Oh, man."
Kris grins, cheeky. "You're gonna have to get used to it, babe." Kris swings off Adam's lap and settles next to him, shoulders pressed up against his. Adam watches, unseeing, as Kris click around the laptop for a full minute before he can shake off the haze of want clouding his brain.
"History, right?"
"Yeah, I started last night, just gotta fill two more pages," Kris mumbles.
Adam picks up his book and easily falls back into the story, the distant sound of Kris tapping on his keyboard comforting, Kris's warmth somehow grounding him. He's spent years of his life hunched on his desk because like Kris, he'd always fall asleep when he tried to do homework in bed. It was always the best reward, crawling onto his pillows after a long night of work. As he grew up, he started longing for something else - he started feeling so piercingly lonely as he lay in bed. For most of his adolescence, he'd imagined a phantom touch laying across his back or burrowing into his front, holding or being held, it didn't matter as long as he wasn't alone anymore. He'd clutch at his pillows and burrow into blankets, but it never quelled the intense, nameless ache that gripped his chest.
And here beside him, now, he has the real thing. Not just a placeholder for some fantasy, but Kris, bright and funny and sweet and his. Adam lifts his arm and curls it loosely around Kris's shoulder, smiling to himself when Kris just sighs and nestles into his side. He can't quite angle himself to be as close as possible because Kris needs full use of both arms, but it's more than enough.
Adam keeps reading, easily getting through the next couple dozen pages, surprised that he's actually enjoying himself. He doesn't even realize that he's been rubbing his thumb all along the curve of Kris's neck until Kris grabs his hand and kisses it before patting it, wordlessly asking him to stop. After maybe half an hour of more reading, Kris does it again, murmuring "tickles, babe" into his shoulder, almost apologetic.
"Sorry, baby, didn't realize I was doing it."
Kris just smiles at him, eyes glittering, his chin tipped up for a kiss. "It's okay."
There are hardly any more distractions after that. Kris puts his laptop away about an hour later and starts working on some worksheets for chem. Kris turns sideways and Adam wraps an arm around his waist, hand careful not to move too much. Adam just continues reading all the way through it, shifting a little when his legs start to go numb, only pausing for a few minutes when his eyes start to hurt. When that happens, all he has to do is close his eyes, tilt his head a few inches and bury his face in Kris's hair while he waits for the irritation to pass.
Adam is very aware of Kris's presence the entire time, but somehow it's not a distraction at all. Maybe it's because they'd gotten off earlier on and so the urge wasn't as immediate. Maybe it's because they'd gotten their fill of kissing for the time being. Adam pushes that line of reasoning away, though - the burn of want in his gut, his desire for Kris is always there, steady and strong, no matter how many minutes or hours it's been since they'd touched or kissed. Adam wants Kris with the same intensity right after orgasm as when they've spent half a day apart. It's always just there, even as they curl into each other and study.
Adam likes to think that they can stay focused even as they're pressed up against each other, able to turn the burning intensity down to a content hum because they both know very well that they can take all the time they need. They're not losing precious minutes or hours that could be spent doing something better because there isn't anything better when they're doing it together. It's convoluted and cheesy and Adam probably won't ever say it out loud, but that's how he feels. No matter what he's doing with Kris - making out, having sex, studying, talking, driving, watching paint dry - it's all the same, it's perfect, there's no more to it than that.
---
It's time for Kris to go, and Adam tries not to pout as he packs up his stuff.
"I would've lent you my laptop, you know. You didn't have to lug yours all the way here."
Kris swings his backpack on both shoulders and looks up at him. "Oh. I didn't - I don't know why I didn't think to ask."
"You should've," Adam answers, mock-sternly.
"We'll coordinate better next time," Kris says as he grabs Adam's hand. "Thank you for having me."
Adam just laughs and pulls him downstairs. They peek in the kitchen to say goodbye to Adam's mom.
Kris picks up their Tupperware container from the counter and says, "Good night, Leila. Thanks for letting me stay."
Adam's mom kisses Kris's cheek and squeezes his arm fondly. "Bye, hon. Next time you come over, you're staying for dinner, okay?"
"Promise."
---
Kris had protested loudly when Adam offered ("it's not even two blocks away, jeez, you don't have to drive me, seriously"), but Adam insisted. So there they were, sitting in Adam's car, parked right in front of Kris's house. They're both curled sideways in their seats, holding hands. Adam is nowhere near ready to say goodnight.
"Will I see you tomorrow morning?" Adam asks.
"I'm gonna try really hard to drag Daniel out of the house early enough," Kris muses. "No promises, though. I'll definitely see you at lunch."
Adam frowns. "That's too far away."
Kris kisses Adam's knuckles one by one. "I know. Come over tomorrow night? Have dinner here. Do you know how late you can stay?" Kris asks, all in a rush. There's no hesitation in it, no shyness, and beyond all reason, it takes Adam's breath away.
"Yes, also yes, and my curfew's eleven on weekdays. We can make that work," Adam says, and the promise of the next night (and maybe the next, and the one after that, and after that, too) buoys him, makes this separation a little bit easier to bear. Adam wonders if there will ever come a time where their time together will be enough, or maybe even too much. He doesn't think it's possible.
It's the perfect end to a pretty amazing day, standing under the light of the half moon, pressing Kris into the wood of the front door, kissing him goodnight. Later that night, Adam falls asleep in his bed that smells of Kris, feeling cherished and content and energized, so ready to face the week ahead.
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