Fic- Falling Slowly (Kris/Adam)
Title: Falling Slowly
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Kris Allen / Adam Lambert.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Sadly. Because good lord, would they be hot together.
Rating: Um... R?
Words: 1314. I don’t know how that happened.
Notes: Oops. I did it again. Heh.
Dedication: For capnzebbie, who wanted a combination of the prompts from my first ever Kradam fic. (For reference, they were as follows: chord, stripping, perception, plead, glass, and sex. I may have missed one, but hopefully it’s still okay.
Summary: I’m pretty sure I have a crush on you.
* * *
It doesn’t take much. Little things that make his heart flip flop, and suddenly it hits him.
* * *
Kris is at the edge of the bed, eyes closed, every fibre in his body focused on the song humming through his veins as the pick in his fingers strikes the strings. This is what he lives for. Music. Creating melodies and writing lyrics. Performing, singing, all of it. He’s living his dream, he’s floating on air, flying high, and right now, he never wants this to end.
When he plays, everything around him drops away, like he’s in his own personal bubble and that’s everything. Maybe living with a roommate has changed him, made him more aware; whatever it is, Kris’s eyes fly open when he hears the bathroom door open and he freezes.
Adam’s standing in the doorway to the bathroom, steam curling out behind him. His hair is wet and messy and dripping water onto the carpet. No makeup, no crazy clothes, just the towel grasped loosely around his waist with one hand.
Kris’s mouth drops open and his pick hits the strings again, only he forgets to clamp his fingers around the neck in their proper position, so the sound that echoes in the room is horrendous.
The smirk he gets in response is pure Adam, sinful, seductive, and amused all at the same time.
You startled me, he mutters, silencing the guitar with a tap of his fingers.
Sorry. Adam looks anything but as he saunters across the room to retrieve the clothes left in a pile on his bed.
Kris very deliberately does not reply.
* * *
It’s late, almost two in the morning when the movie finishes and Kris stumbles up to the room, nearly falling asleep on his feet. Takes three tries to get the door open and when he finally does, the first thing he sees is Adam-
The lights are off, but the moonlight is streaming through the window, illuminating Adam’s profile. Long and lean, all pale skin and hard planes of muscle. Kris’s eyes are locked on the back of his neck, the smooth slope of neck meeting shoulders, the curve of his spine, the shadow in his lower back...
Oh.
Kris slip-slides a hand over his mouth, tracking the jerky movements- Adam yanking pyjama pants on over nothing at all. Somehow it doesn’t surprise Kris that the older man goes commando.
Shit, Adam hisses, turns around. A slash of shock appears on his face. Kris, what-
Sorry! I just- the movie was- and I didn’t think- I thought you’d be asleep-
Adam stalks toward him, stops three inches away and reaches out with one hand to push the door shut.
Kris.
Uhhh... Whaaa huh? Kris swallows past the lump in his throat. His pulse is racing underneath his skin, he feels hot and fidgety and slightly freaked out with Adam standing right there. He inches back until he hits the door.
Kris...
Adam is going to kiss him.
Kris can feel Adam’s body heat, almost jumps in surprise when Adam’s hands land on his hips, wrapping around and holding him still. For minutes that he swears are hours, Adam stares at him, eyes huge and open and honest. The two of them, in the dark, chest to chest... breathing.
Just when Kris is about to open his mouth-
(Please...
Please, what?
I don’t know...)
- Adam crumbles. Drops his head into the crook of Kris’s shoulder. I’m sorry, right into Kris’s shirt, lips grazing the cotton as Adam whispers the words. So soft, Kris barely hears them. But they’re there and Kris falls just a little in love with Adam for saying them.
I...
Can’t, Adam finishes for him. Kris, so sorry...
I know. I know, I know.
Yeah.
Adam pulls away and Kris faceplant-hugs him, clinging like the world is falling apart around them and Adam is keeping him grounded and safe and alive.
He doesn’t know for sure what this is what’s going to happen, doesn’t know anything except the security of Adam’s arms wrapped tightly around him, AdamAdamAdam, and he thinks, yes. This, him and Adam, will always be, no matter what.
* * *
Adam is in the bathroom, carefully lining black on his lids.
I’m pretty sure I have a crush on you.
Three things happen at once. Adam swears sharply, glances into the mirror to see Kris lurking in the doorway, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, shoulders slumped, and Adam’s eyeliner makes direct contact with his eye. He curses again and drops the offending object, spinning on one heel and pointing at Kris with one hand, other hand pressed against his eye.
Kris removes one hand from his pocket to rub the back of his neck. He stares at the floor. Sorry. I’m... sorry.
Not funny, Kris, Adam’s voice is shaking as much as he tries to hide it. Don’t fucking joke with me.
Kris swallows. Not... not joking, man. He sounds unsteady, too, nervous as hell. Good. Adam takes small satisfaction in that, because he’s about to faint. He grasps the sink behind him for support, exhaling in a rush. What-
Kris catches his gaze and holds it. I don’t- um. I don’t know. Adam-
Adam shakes his head, rather hysterically. Can’t do this again. He forces a laugh that comes out sounding like he’s choking. I’m not strong enough. I can’t keep pushing you away.
The smile on Kris’s face is faint, but there. Did I ask you to?
Another step. And another.
Adam groans, eyes sliding closed. Fuck.
Yeah?
Eyes snap back open to reveal what looks like a smirk. On Kris Allen, the expression is devastating. What?
Kris is right there. Right. There. Adam wants to weep. Kiss me, Adam.
Adam does.
* * *
Want you, Kris tells him, and Adam laughs.
Do you, now? Slides one finger in and watches Kris’s eyes roll back in his head as his muscles clench tight around Adam, and Kris’s fingers curl around Adam’s biceps. They sink farther down into the bed as Adam leans forward for a long, lazy kiss, gently crooking his finger.
Kris arches off the bed with a moan. His pupils are wide and glazed over, hair clinging to his temples, beads of sweat dotting his forehead. He couldn’t look more beautiful if he tried, of this Adam is sure. Adam, please...
F- f- fuck me, Kris stutters over the word, pink creeping into his cheeks. Adam feels his jeans grow tight and adds a second finger, scissoring them slowly. Kris squirms underneath him.
Adam pulls back long enough to rid himself of his jeans and crawls back over Kris. Kisses him hard and quick. Turn over.
Kris rolls onto his stomach, knees tucked up under him. Please, Adam, please. Need you, need-
He goes completely silent as Adam sinks down on him, inch by excruciating inch, slowly filling and stretching him. It’s a delicious burn, painful and yet unbelievably amazing.
Okay?
Kris takes a deep breath. Nnnghh... Yessss...
Then Adam starts to move, and Kris’s world becomes an instant overload of pleasure. He fists his hands in the bed sheets as Adam thrusts into him again and again, fingers wrapped tight around Kris’s hips.
The tension between the two of them has been building for too long for Kris to last; when Adam reaches for Kris’s cock and pulls, Kris is done, groaning Adam’s name as the orgasm rips through him. Adam follows shortly after with a muffled curse and a kiss between Kris’s shoulder blades.
They lay down together, sated and sleepy, Kris tucked neatly into Adam’s side, legs intertwined.
I guess now would be the time for me to tell you I’ve got a bit of a thing for you, too, Adam says, laughing softly.
Kris smiles and kisses him. Good to know.