[Fic] Krale -- Sense of Krale, PG-13
Title: Sense of Krale
Fandom: American Idol
Characters: Kris Allen and Cale Mills
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: Five drabbles based on the five senses.
Notes: Unbeta’d. For the krale4real challenge.
See
Cale doesn’t like to make assumptions, but he can’t help thinking on first sight that Kris is either one of the most laidback of people or a giant douche. Kris isn’t just sitting in his chair at the pledge meeting; he’s draped on it like a jacket with long coattails. There’s a lopsided smile on his face, which Cale mistakes for a smirk. Kris isn’t enthusiastic in their greeting, but he gives a firm handshake. Cale second guesses his decision to plunk down next to Kris, until Kris deadpans, “Cale… so you’re secretly the Jolly Green Giant dude, aren’t you?”
Hear
Kris knows he has no feasible poker face and no matter how hard he tries, he’ll never be able to keep his gut reaction to himself. It comes as no serious surprise to him that he immediately enjoys the soulful energy that Cale exudes whilst singing. What does shock him, though, is how moved he is the first time Cale leads the Wednesday night worship. Face upturned and hands held high, Kris sways on his feet with the ebb of the music. It’s breathtaking. He struggles to sing along as slow, single tears slip down either side of his face.
Smell
The one thing that Cale knows he’ll never understand about Kris is Kris’s ability to make others feel loved and supported, no matter the circumstance. Cale wishes he could have such a subtle, but relieving effect on others. Gripping Kris tight his chest, Cale tries to find words of reassurance, but he knows this isn’t Kris’s first bad semester. UCA could give Kris the boot. But Cale is distracted. He has to resist the urge to bury his face in Kris’s sweet smelling hair. “Katy tried to cheer you up with a shower, huh?” He can practically feel Kris blush.
Touch
Being laid-up in bed for two months is not all it’s cracked up to be, but it’s a heck of a lot better than slowly dying on a dirt floor. Kris has to periodically remind himself of this as he struggles to recover from a nasty run-in with a virus in Morocco that nearly killed his liver and him. He’s had a lot of visitors, but brightens up more for Cale than anyone else. Their embrace is awkward. Cale has to put a knee on the bed to be low enough. Kris clings and Cale sighs before declaring his bro-love.
Taste
Truth or Dare on the tour bus is the best idea, ever. Cale concludes this after getting Andrew to admit his love for Olsen twins and making Torres moon the driver. When it’s his turn on the block, Cale chooses “Dare.” He raises an eyebrow in dubious worry when Andrew and Katy conspire. Andrew looks pleased with himself when he says, “I dare you to kiss Kris.” “Double Dare!,” chimes Katy. “I loved that show,” Kris says. “I hate you all,” Cale mutters as he leans across the table to lay one on Kris, who tastes like bananas and cookies.
Fandom: American Idol
Characters: Kris Allen and Cale Mills
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 500
Summary: Five drabbles based on the five senses.
Notes: Unbeta’d. For the krale4real challenge.
See
Cale doesn’t like to make assumptions, but he can’t help thinking on first sight that Kris is either one of the most laidback of people or a giant douche. Kris isn’t just sitting in his chair at the pledge meeting; he’s draped on it like a jacket with long coattails. There’s a lopsided smile on his face, which Cale mistakes for a smirk. Kris isn’t enthusiastic in their greeting, but he gives a firm handshake. Cale second guesses his decision to plunk down next to Kris, until Kris deadpans, “Cale… so you’re secretly the Jolly Green Giant dude, aren’t you?”
Hear
Kris knows he has no feasible poker face and no matter how hard he tries, he’ll never be able to keep his gut reaction to himself. It comes as no serious surprise to him that he immediately enjoys the soulful energy that Cale exudes whilst singing. What does shock him, though, is how moved he is the first time Cale leads the Wednesday night worship. Face upturned and hands held high, Kris sways on his feet with the ebb of the music. It’s breathtaking. He struggles to sing along as slow, single tears slip down either side of his face.
Smell
The one thing that Cale knows he’ll never understand about Kris is Kris’s ability to make others feel loved and supported, no matter the circumstance. Cale wishes he could have such a subtle, but relieving effect on others. Gripping Kris tight his chest, Cale tries to find words of reassurance, but he knows this isn’t Kris’s first bad semester. UCA could give Kris the boot. But Cale is distracted. He has to resist the urge to bury his face in Kris’s sweet smelling hair. “Katy tried to cheer you up with a shower, huh?” He can practically feel Kris blush.
Touch
Being laid-up in bed for two months is not all it’s cracked up to be, but it’s a heck of a lot better than slowly dying on a dirt floor. Kris has to periodically remind himself of this as he struggles to recover from a nasty run-in with a virus in Morocco that nearly killed his liver and him. He’s had a lot of visitors, but brightens up more for Cale than anyone else. Their embrace is awkward. Cale has to put a knee on the bed to be low enough. Kris clings and Cale sighs before declaring his bro-love.
Taste
Truth or Dare on the tour bus is the best idea, ever. Cale concludes this after getting Andrew to admit his love for Olsen twins and making Torres moon the driver. When it’s his turn on the block, Cale chooses “Dare.” He raises an eyebrow in dubious worry when Andrew and Katy conspire. Andrew looks pleased with himself when he says, “I dare you to kiss Kris.” “Double Dare!,” chimes Katy. “I loved that show,” Kris says. “I hate you all,” Cale mutters as he leans across the table to lay one on Kris, who tastes like bananas and cookies.