Six flashfics
I wrote six flashfics for the Kradam Anniversary Party post over at beepxbeepxbeep and thought I'd share. I've gone back and fiddled with them as I didn't really proofread or anything because, well, it's flashfic.
What Comes After
"I can't sleep," Kris said as he let himself into Adam's hotel room.
"Don't tell me you're nervous to perform in front of a bunch of corporate hacks?" Adam joked from the bed. Kris shed his jeans and t-shirt and crawled into bed next to Adam. Turning his on his side, he pressed his back against Adam's chest. "It's what comes after the performance that scares me. You're going back to L.A. and I'm going to Boston...and do I really need to explain?"
Moonlight streamed in through the crack in the curtains across the foot of the bed; it danced across the sheets as Adam wrapped his leg over Kris's. With legs tangled and his arm draped over Kris's waist, they slept.
Kris Allen
As the last chords of "Heartless" faded, Adam sat back on his couch. The album was absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking. He picked up his phone and dialed a number he had called so many times before when he needed to talk.
"Hey, baby."
"Mama," his voice cracked a little, "I think Kris is trying to tell me something. I think it's time, but I don't know." He told his mom all about the songs and how Kris had been acting, asking if Adam had listened to his album yet. He took a deep, shaky breath as he finished telling her about the last time he saw Kris.
"You called the wrong number. You know who you need to call." Adam murmured his agreement and wasn't suprised when she hung up. She could be blunt, but he didn't mind because it pushed him.
Kris picked up on the second ring, "Adam! Hi." He could tell that Kris was smiling on the other end.
"Can we meet? I listened...."
"Sure. The canyon? You know the spot."
It Needed to Happen
Adam doesn't cry about music. I mean, sure, there had been some performances that brought tears to his eyes with their beauty, but he has never fallen apart with sobs just by listening to an album. Hearing the pain in Kris's voice absolutely tore him apart. Why hadn't Adam known? Why hadn't Kris said anything?
He wiped his face and blew his nose. He planned on a shower, but then his phone rang; it was Drake. Adam invited him over, then stepped into the welcome heat of the shower. Kris's voice echoed in his mind.
Drake let himself into the bathroom and tried to slip in with Adam.
"No, not now. In fact, we need to talk," Adam said, his voice firm.
Later that night after Drake had left, Adam called Kris. "I broke up with Drake."
"Really?" Kris asked, not quite hiding the hope in his voice.
"Really. It needed to happen. What are the next couple of days like for you?"
"I have this gig in Miami...," Kris said, failing at subtlety.
"Really? I was offered a private gig in Boca Raton. Think I should take it?"
"Absolutely."
Leave It to Beaver Routine
Adam opened the door and called out, "Honey, I'm home!"
Salsa music filled the foyer; it was coming from the kitchen. He dropped his bags at the bottom of the steps and made his way towards the sound of guitar and horns, slipping his shoes off and shedding his jacket as he passed through the living room. An amazing scent enveloped him as he stepped into the kitchen. He swore there was nothing better than the smell of onions cooking.
Kris was stirring a pot on the stove and had an apron on and everything. Adam giggled.
"You're home!" Kris exclaimed as he turned and quickly stepped over to Adam to give him a quick kiss before returning to his pot. He danced in place a little along with the music.
Adam stepped behind him and rested his chin on Kris's shoulder. "What are you making?"
"These are beans. None of that canned stuff, this is the real deal. Here, taste," and he shoved the wooden spoon toward Adam's mouth. Adam was hesitant, but leaned forward and took a small bite. His eyes widened, "Holy shit! Where'd you learn to cook like that?"
Kris grinned, "My mama."
Over dinner, they caught up with each other, shared kisses, and joked around.
"I know we're engaged now, but there's really no need for the Leave it to Beaver routine, as sweet as it is," Adam said, feeling kind of guilty.
"Don't worry. I never said I'd be the one cleaning up."
Thoroughly Entertained
Kris spotted Adam's assistant standing outside the studio door as he made his way through the hallway. He'd just finished recording a couple of songs and was eager to go home and sleep, but he approached her anyway.
"Hey. Is Adam recording?" he asked.
"No, sorry, he doesn't have time for that," she said, not even looking him in the eye.
"Okay, sorry, I'll just-"
"Not you, Kris. I was on the phone," she said, gesturing to her Bluetooth. "You can go on in."
Kris opened the door and was greeted by an electrifying, pulsing beat; Adam was on the other side of glass singing his face off.
As Adam sang some amazing runs over the track, Kris was mesmerized at the way Adam moved even when he was just recording. The beat was irresistible and Kris began to move his head and arms a little, the lyrics slowly gaining meaning with each take. By the last take, Kris's heart was racing, even though he hadn't danced that much. His cock was uncomfortably pressed against his jeans.
Before he could get that under control, though, Adam stepped into the room and noticed Kris immediately. "Kris! How long have you been here?" he exclaimed and pulled Kris into a tight hug. It was useless to try to hide it. As he pulled back and looked down at Kris, Adam's eyebrows raise up slyly. Then he turned to the producers, "I think that's the track. Something tells me it has the desired effect."
And then Adam entertained Kris in an empty studio.
Tacky Decorations
It was exactly two days after Thanksgiving and everywhere Adam turned there were Christmas decorations. He kind of loved the tackiness of some of it. The offices at 19 were completely decked out, down to the windows with their artificial frosting. He was on a high: his album had just been released and was climbing the charts and now he was going to a meeting about performing on Dick Clark's New Year's Eve party.
As he passed through a doorway of the conference room, Adam felt a poke in his side.
"Hey," said a familiar voice.
"Hey you," Adam said,smiling and stooping down a little to hug Kris in the doorway. Suddenly people already in the room started whooping and making kissing noises.
"Um, Adam," Kris said and pointed above them where mistletoe hung, mocking them.
"Oh, we don't have to if you-" but his words were cut off by Kris's lips crashing against his. This wasn't their first kiss, far from it, but it was definitely their first in front of others. Everyone at 19 knew Kris was separated even if the public didn't yet...so Adam really had no reason not to kiss back.
So he did.
What Comes After
"I can't sleep," Kris said as he let himself into Adam's hotel room.
"Don't tell me you're nervous to perform in front of a bunch of corporate hacks?" Adam joked from the bed. Kris shed his jeans and t-shirt and crawled into bed next to Adam. Turning his on his side, he pressed his back against Adam's chest. "It's what comes after the performance that scares me. You're going back to L.A. and I'm going to Boston...and do I really need to explain?"
Moonlight streamed in through the crack in the curtains across the foot of the bed; it danced across the sheets as Adam wrapped his leg over Kris's. With legs tangled and his arm draped over Kris's waist, they slept.
Kris Allen
As the last chords of "Heartless" faded, Adam sat back on his couch. The album was absolutely beautiful and heartbreaking. He picked up his phone and dialed a number he had called so many times before when he needed to talk.
"Hey, baby."
"Mama," his voice cracked a little, "I think Kris is trying to tell me something. I think it's time, but I don't know." He told his mom all about the songs and how Kris had been acting, asking if Adam had listened to his album yet. He took a deep, shaky breath as he finished telling her about the last time he saw Kris.
"You called the wrong number. You know who you need to call." Adam murmured his agreement and wasn't suprised when she hung up. She could be blunt, but he didn't mind because it pushed him.
Kris picked up on the second ring, "Adam! Hi." He could tell that Kris was smiling on the other end.
"Can we meet? I listened...."
"Sure. The canyon? You know the spot."
It Needed to Happen
Adam doesn't cry about music. I mean, sure, there had been some performances that brought tears to his eyes with their beauty, but he has never fallen apart with sobs just by listening to an album. Hearing the pain in Kris's voice absolutely tore him apart. Why hadn't Adam known? Why hadn't Kris said anything?
He wiped his face and blew his nose. He planned on a shower, but then his phone rang; it was Drake. Adam invited him over, then stepped into the welcome heat of the shower. Kris's voice echoed in his mind.
Drake let himself into the bathroom and tried to slip in with Adam.
"No, not now. In fact, we need to talk," Adam said, his voice firm.
Later that night after Drake had left, Adam called Kris. "I broke up with Drake."
"Really?" Kris asked, not quite hiding the hope in his voice.
"Really. It needed to happen. What are the next couple of days like for you?"
"I have this gig in Miami...," Kris said, failing at subtlety.
"Really? I was offered a private gig in Boca Raton. Think I should take it?"
"Absolutely."
Leave It to Beaver Routine
Adam opened the door and called out, "Honey, I'm home!"
Salsa music filled the foyer; it was coming from the kitchen. He dropped his bags at the bottom of the steps and made his way towards the sound of guitar and horns, slipping his shoes off and shedding his jacket as he passed through the living room. An amazing scent enveloped him as he stepped into the kitchen. He swore there was nothing better than the smell of onions cooking.
Kris was stirring a pot on the stove and had an apron on and everything. Adam giggled.
"You're home!" Kris exclaimed as he turned and quickly stepped over to Adam to give him a quick kiss before returning to his pot. He danced in place a little along with the music.
Adam stepped behind him and rested his chin on Kris's shoulder. "What are you making?"
"These are beans. None of that canned stuff, this is the real deal. Here, taste," and he shoved the wooden spoon toward Adam's mouth. Adam was hesitant, but leaned forward and took a small bite. His eyes widened, "Holy shit! Where'd you learn to cook like that?"
Kris grinned, "My mama."
Over dinner, they caught up with each other, shared kisses, and joked around.
"I know we're engaged now, but there's really no need for the Leave it to Beaver routine, as sweet as it is," Adam said, feeling kind of guilty.
"Don't worry. I never said I'd be the one cleaning up."
Thoroughly Entertained
Kris spotted Adam's assistant standing outside the studio door as he made his way through the hallway. He'd just finished recording a couple of songs and was eager to go home and sleep, but he approached her anyway.
"Hey. Is Adam recording?" he asked.
"No, sorry, he doesn't have time for that," she said, not even looking him in the eye.
"Okay, sorry, I'll just-"
"Not you, Kris. I was on the phone," she said, gesturing to her Bluetooth. "You can go on in."
Kris opened the door and was greeted by an electrifying, pulsing beat; Adam was on the other side of glass singing his face off.
As Adam sang some amazing runs over the track, Kris was mesmerized at the way Adam moved even when he was just recording. The beat was irresistible and Kris began to move his head and arms a little, the lyrics slowly gaining meaning with each take. By the last take, Kris's heart was racing, even though he hadn't danced that much. His cock was uncomfortably pressed against his jeans.
Before he could get that under control, though, Adam stepped into the room and noticed Kris immediately. "Kris! How long have you been here?" he exclaimed and pulled Kris into a tight hug. It was useless to try to hide it. As he pulled back and looked down at Kris, Adam's eyebrows raise up slyly. Then he turned to the producers, "I think that's the track. Something tells me it has the desired effect."
And then Adam entertained Kris in an empty studio.
Tacky Decorations
It was exactly two days after Thanksgiving and everywhere Adam turned there were Christmas decorations. He kind of loved the tackiness of some of it. The offices at 19 were completely decked out, down to the windows with their artificial frosting. He was on a high: his album had just been released and was climbing the charts and now he was going to a meeting about performing on Dick Clark's New Year's Eve party.
As he passed through a doorway of the conference room, Adam felt a poke in his side.
"Hey," said a familiar voice.
"Hey you," Adam said,smiling and stooping down a little to hug Kris in the doorway. Suddenly people already in the room started whooping and making kissing noises.
"Um, Adam," Kris said and pointed above them where mistletoe hung, mocking them.
"Oh, we don't have to if you-" but his words were cut off by Kris's lips crashing against his. This wasn't their first kiss, far from it, but it was definitely their first in front of others. Everyone at 19 knew Kris was separated even if the public didn't yet...so Adam really had no reason not to kiss back.
So he did.