'Faithful As I Faltered' [Adam Lambert/Kris Allen]
Title: 'Faithful As I Faltered'
Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: PG
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Word Count: ~600
Summary: He takes in every detail of Kris’ appearance: the warm brown eyes, the modest beard, the mussed hair.
Disclaimer: Kradam exists. It is (allegedly) one-sided, but it exists. This... very well could have happened, but didn't to the best of my knowledge. The title is a line from a song by Richard Thompson.
Author's Notes: Kris and Katy are really terribly cute in their matching red aprons with their names embroidered on the front, but Katy is an awful inconvenience sometimes. Haha.
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Kris is standing by his bed with his hands on his hips, shirtless and damp in the wake of a shower. He doesn’t look up as Adam comes out of the bathroom because he’s too busy frowning intently at the two shirts he’s laid on top of the bedclothes (both are plaid: one red, one yellow). Adam stops in his tracks and just watches. He takes in every detail of Kris’ appearance: the warm brown eyes, the modest beard, the mussed hair. The occasional errant droplet shimmers ominously at the end of a strand, threatening to drip onto the smooth, perfect plane of his chest.
And what a chest it is.
Kris clears his throat.
Adam realizes he’s staring, slack-jawed and enraptured, and gets a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach. There’s no way this doesn’t look like exactly what it is. He forces himself to swallow before lifting his gaze back up to Kris’ face, and he’s not sure what he was expecting to find in the other man’s expression but whatever it is, it’s conspicuously absent. Kris doesn’t look freaked out or mad or particularly uncomfortable. He doesn’t really look anything at all.
“Sorry,” Adam mutters, and Kris laughs, a boyish chuckle that Adam can’t help but find impossibly endearing, and that’s… Adam thinks that must be a good sign?
“It’s all right,” Kris says a little shyly. Adam’s sure there’s a whole pack of girls back in Arkansas who look at him that way, Katy or no Katy, but being eyed by another guy is something quite different. He shoots Kris a tentative smile.
“I’m that obvious, huh?”
“Kinda.” Kris returns the smile, which looks friendly if a little rueful. “Okay, yeah, kind of a lot.”
Adam’s not really sure what to say to that. Kris is a good guy - Christian in a cool way, and totally accepting - but this, this is inevitably going to change the dynamics between them. It’s one thing to be okay with gay people but quite another to be the object of a gay guy’s affections.
“It’s gotta be awkward for you, man,” he says finally, breaking the silence. “I know you don’t… I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing,” Kris tells him, and now he’s got this look on his face like somehow this is… amusing? “It’s cool. It’s fine. I’m flattered, honestly.” He shakes his head. “Actually, I think it’s hilarious.”
Adam’s eyebrows shoot up. He wasn’t expecting that one. “Uh… glad you find me entertaining?”
Kris rolls his eyes and smoothes out a perceived wrinkle on one of the shirts still spread on the bed. “Not like that. I just think it’s funny how many people would kill to be in my position.” He chuckles. “But it’s kind of wasted on me ‘cause I’m married and everything.”
Adam sort of grumbles non-committally. He likes Katy and all, but her existence really is extraordinarily inconvenient, especially as Kris is obviously one of those guys who’d undoubtedly be bi as soon as he got a taste of how fun it was. He clicks his tongue. “Such a shame.”
“I’ll tell her you think so,” Kris tells him mildly, a grin tugging at his lips, and now it’s Adam’s turn to roll his eyes.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Sure it is.”
Adam makes an exasperated face and flops onto his bed on his stomach, crossing his arms in front of him and using them to support his chin. “Kris Allen, you’re impossible.”
“Oh, but you love me,” Kris says wickedly.
Adam throws a pillow at him, and it’s then that he knows everything’s going to be all right.
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Author: that_1_incident
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: PG
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Word Count: ~600
Summary: He takes in every detail of Kris’ appearance: the warm brown eyes, the modest beard, the mussed hair.
Disclaimer: Kradam exists. It is (allegedly) one-sided, but it exists. This... very well could have happened, but didn't to the best of my knowledge. The title is a line from a song by Richard Thompson.
Author's Notes: Kris and Katy are really terribly cute in their matching red aprons with their names embroidered on the front, but Katy is an awful inconvenience sometimes. Haha.
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Kris is standing by his bed with his hands on his hips, shirtless and damp in the wake of a shower. He doesn’t look up as Adam comes out of the bathroom because he’s too busy frowning intently at the two shirts he’s laid on top of the bedclothes (both are plaid: one red, one yellow). Adam stops in his tracks and just watches. He takes in every detail of Kris’ appearance: the warm brown eyes, the modest beard, the mussed hair. The occasional errant droplet shimmers ominously at the end of a strand, threatening to drip onto the smooth, perfect plane of his chest.
And what a chest it is.
Kris clears his throat.
Adam realizes he’s staring, slack-jawed and enraptured, and gets a sudden sinking feeling in his stomach. There’s no way this doesn’t look like exactly what it is. He forces himself to swallow before lifting his gaze back up to Kris’ face, and he’s not sure what he was expecting to find in the other man’s expression but whatever it is, it’s conspicuously absent. Kris doesn’t look freaked out or mad or particularly uncomfortable. He doesn’t really look anything at all.
“Sorry,” Adam mutters, and Kris laughs, a boyish chuckle that Adam can’t help but find impossibly endearing, and that’s… Adam thinks that must be a good sign?
“It’s all right,” Kris says a little shyly. Adam’s sure there’s a whole pack of girls back in Arkansas who look at him that way, Katy or no Katy, but being eyed by another guy is something quite different. He shoots Kris a tentative smile.
“I’m that obvious, huh?”
“Kinda.” Kris returns the smile, which looks friendly if a little rueful. “Okay, yeah, kind of a lot.”
Adam’s not really sure what to say to that. Kris is a good guy - Christian in a cool way, and totally accepting - but this, this is inevitably going to change the dynamics between them. It’s one thing to be okay with gay people but quite another to be the object of a gay guy’s affections.
“It’s gotta be awkward for you, man,” he says finally, breaking the silence. “I know you don’t… I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing,” Kris tells him, and now he’s got this look on his face like somehow this is… amusing? “It’s cool. It’s fine. I’m flattered, honestly.” He shakes his head. “Actually, I think it’s hilarious.”
Adam’s eyebrows shoot up. He wasn’t expecting that one. “Uh… glad you find me entertaining?”
Kris rolls his eyes and smoothes out a perceived wrinkle on one of the shirts still spread on the bed. “Not like that. I just think it’s funny how many people would kill to be in my position.” He chuckles. “But it’s kind of wasted on me ‘cause I’m married and everything.”
Adam sort of grumbles non-committally. He likes Katy and all, but her existence really is extraordinarily inconvenient, especially as Kris is obviously one of those guys who’d undoubtedly be bi as soon as he got a taste of how fun it was. He clicks his tongue. “Such a shame.”
“I’ll tell her you think so,” Kris tells him mildly, a grin tugging at his lips, and now it’s Adam’s turn to roll his eyes.
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Sure it is.”
Adam makes an exasperated face and flops onto his bed on his stomach, crossing his arms in front of him and using them to support his chin. “Kris Allen, you’re impossible.”
“Oh, but you love me,” Kris says wickedly.
Adam throws a pillow at him, and it’s then that he knows everything’s going to be all right.
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