Light My Fire Chapter 1
LIGHT MY FIRE
Ship: Adam/Kris from American Idol
Plot: Adam teasing Kris during the AI show and tour.
Notes: No Drake or Katy exist in this story. Danny is somewhat of a douche. Written upon request as a turnabout from my last story, Playing with Fire, in which Kris teased Adam.
Style: Humor/Dialogue
Rating: NC-17 probably eventually
Chapter One: Prologue: Kindling? There's Kindling?
"I could be sexy like Jim Morrison," Danny argued. "In fact, I'll try it right now. Hey, Kris, you've got your guitar, let's--"
"I don't think I wanna see this..." Matt muttered. "I really don't."
Anoop made a gagging motion with his finger in his open mouth. "I know I don't."
"I don't think you should see this," Megan pointed at Allison. "It would turn you off of sex forever."
"I agree!" Lil nodded, then grinned. "Then again, speaking as a mother myself, perhaps your mama would want you to see it -- the best birth control is having no urge to have sex."
"Ah, not a problem I've ever had," Adam quipped as he startled them all by speaking from the doorway to the music room.
"Adam! You're back." Kris jumped to his feet and wove his way through everyone else in the room to stand before Adam, who was leaning heavily against the door frame. He smiled happily up at his roommate, glad to see that Adam had been able to go out and relax with his brother after the emotional rollercoaster of Michael Jackson week. Tomorrow was the results show and given the audience reaction to Adam's performance, he should be safe, but... Kris put his hand on Adam's arm and squeezed tightly. He wanted Adam to stay. So bad.
"Yeah, Neil got me back even before curfew...like a good little boy." Adam nodded over his shoulder at his brother, then looked down at Kris and smiled sloppily at his roommate and, thankfully now, friend. He didn’t know how to convey his appreciation of Kris’ quiet words of encouragement last night as they lay in their beds talking. "What are we talking about? Sex? Because if so, I'm in."
Megan grinned. "I don't think you're drunk enough for this. Danny wants to do his version of Jim Morrison."
"You... are not serious." Neil twisted his mouth in distaste. He glanced over at his brother and saw one eyebrow raise at Megan's words. Hmm. What was that about... Oh wait. Last summer. This might get interesting, he decided and skirted Kris and Adam to walk into the room. This might be worth delaying his drive home.
"You can't make this shit up," Allison told him.
"The universe has a really twisted sense of humor," Neil agreed.
"Hey! C'mon! I'd be great at it." Danny protested. "In fact, let's all -- the guys, I mean -- do our version of Jim Morrison."
Neil's eyes met Lil's and they both shook their heads. He should have kept up with Adam's liquor intake if he was expected to watch Gokey trying to be sexy. Then again, maybe alcohol wasn't strong enough. Where was that shit from Burning Man when he needed it? Burning Man... Neil looked over at the piano and back at Adam. Wait. A. Minute. A memory began flickering through his brain. Should he? Hmm. Well, given the way Kris was looking up at Adam... Oh yeah, he should. But first, there was a pretty available girl in the room and he wasn't a fool.
"You in?" Matt asked Kris.
"I'm not doin' it!" Kris laughed, half-amused and half-aggravated. He frowned as he felt his normal calm chip away. It had been a long evening worrying about Adam and now this?
"Yes, you will!" Danny argued. "Are you afraid to do it?"
"No. I just don't wanna. I won't. No freaking way and--" He stopped when Adam put his arm around Kris' shoulders and pulled him in to his side for a quick hug. Kris sighed and relaxed into Adam’s warmth. Adam was the best hugger ever. He’d decided that this morning. Adam had foolishly Googled himself and the look on his face... well, Kris had no choice but to hug him, anyone would have done the same. To his surprise, he'd discovered that he fit perfectly into Adam’s arms. Everyone should hug Adam, he’d decided then.
"You don't have to if you don't want to. Contrary to his own belief, Gokey isn't god. Nor does he speak for him. Or her. What have you guys been doing that you ended up at this unfortunate destination?" Adam asked Kris as he released him. Damn, the boy had pretty eyes.
"Talking about the show, talking about music, wondering what next week's theme will be. I wish you'd been here... It would've been better, more fun," Kris said softly.
"Thanks for saying that," Adam responded in kind, feeling a warmth -- a warmth he needed -- that had nothing to do with Kris standing so close to him. Okay, maybe it did, a little, but he was in control. The warmth was more from the honest affection in Kris' gaze.
Kris kept looking up into Adam's eyes. Who knew blue could be so warm? And... What guy had lashes like that? Day-um. He shifted his feet and rubbed his thumb along the leather of Adam’s jacket sleeve. "If you'd been here, then maybe Danny wouldn't have monopolized the conversation and we wouldn't have ended up talking about his idea of sexy songs."
"What's wrong with sexy songs?" Adam asked, raising his eyebrow. Who didn’t like the high you got from getting sexy?
"I..." Kris looked down. "I'm not really comfortable with them, I mean, performing them."
"Why not? It's fun. You get a charge, the audience gets a charge. It's all good, right?" Adam jiggled his arm and smiled as Kris wiggled around while still looking downward. "Look up at me," Adam ordered, waiting until Kris lifted his eyes obediently, but was still shaking his head. "Good. Now, why not? You're great Kris. You know that. You could totally do it."
"I could?" Kris looked up into Adam's eyes. They had so much confidence in them... "I could. Maybe... or not. I'm not doing Light My Fire, though. Not here. You should." Kris squeezed Adam's arm to emphasize his point. "You know how to move."
"Do I?" Adam asked softly as his eyes caught and kept Kris' gaze firmly held within his own. “I bet you do too.”
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