Comment Fic Kradam
Can I just say how much I resent having to listen to/watch Don't Stop Believin' every time I want to get a current hit of Kradam? So fucking cheesy.
Ok, then. Um, here's a drabbly thing I wrote in the Adam appreciation post the other day.
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG
Warnings: None that I'm aware of
Prompt: Drunk!Kris, Sober!Adam
"Kris, honey, you don't know what you're doing." Adam was having no luck prying Kris' fist from the front of his new shirt. Which was, frankly, making Adam a little pissy. It was expensive and slinky, fitting just right, and was already getting wrinkled. If Adam just stood up, Kris' hold would end up stretching the fabric out.
"Sure I do, Adam." Kris' voice was slurred and higher pitched than usual. With his other hand he was basically flailing at Adam's crotch. Adam thought maybe he was trying to undo the buttons? Too bad these jeans had a zipper.
"Kris, trust me. You really don't. Why don't we get you to bed, and if you feel like molesting me tomorrow night, well then, we'll just have to go for it."
Kris pouted, made a sound somewhere between a raspberry and a whine, and started shaking, tears running down his face. Ohhh kay, sad drunk time. Adam patted Kris on the back and tried for a there, there tone of voice. "C'mon, honey, just... let go now."
"I loooove you, Adam." Kris looked up at him, soulfully, eyes a little moist, then broke into giggles, snorted, and fell off the edge of the bed - still holding onto Adam's shirt, damn it. When he pulled, Adam had to follow, narrowly avoiding crushing Kris and ending up on hands and knees, breathing in Kris' rank tequila breath. Yuck. You really had to be drunk yourself to appreciate things like this.
"Heyyy, Adam."
"What, Kristopher."
"Tomorrow. I am sooo going to molest you. You don't even know how." He giggled once more, mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Sexy motherfucker," and started snoring. Loudly.
Adam rolled his eyes. Well, at least Kris' grip loosened when he was passed out. Adam got to his knees and snagged a pillow off the bed, tucking it under Kris' head. He'd wait a little bit - wash and moisturize his face, change into something loose and suitable for sleeping next to one's nominally straight houseguest - then wake Kris to give him some water and aspirin. And he'd remember to keep Kris the hell away from Shine on Wednesdays. Cute, polite, southern boys obviously got more free drinks than they could handle on body shot night.
Ok, then. Um, here's a drabbly thing I wrote in the Adam appreciation post the other day.
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG
Warnings: None that I'm aware of
Prompt: Drunk!Kris, Sober!Adam
"Kris, honey, you don't know what you're doing." Adam was having no luck prying Kris' fist from the front of his new shirt. Which was, frankly, making Adam a little pissy. It was expensive and slinky, fitting just right, and was already getting wrinkled. If Adam just stood up, Kris' hold would end up stretching the fabric out.
"Sure I do, Adam." Kris' voice was slurred and higher pitched than usual. With his other hand he was basically flailing at Adam's crotch. Adam thought maybe he was trying to undo the buttons? Too bad these jeans had a zipper.
"Kris, trust me. You really don't. Why don't we get you to bed, and if you feel like molesting me tomorrow night, well then, we'll just have to go for it."
Kris pouted, made a sound somewhere between a raspberry and a whine, and started shaking, tears running down his face. Ohhh kay, sad drunk time. Adam patted Kris on the back and tried for a there, there tone of voice. "C'mon, honey, just... let go now."
"I loooove you, Adam." Kris looked up at him, soulfully, eyes a little moist, then broke into giggles, snorted, and fell off the edge of the bed - still holding onto Adam's shirt, damn it. When he pulled, Adam had to follow, narrowly avoiding crushing Kris and ending up on hands and knees, breathing in Kris' rank tequila breath. Yuck. You really had to be drunk yourself to appreciate things like this.
"Heyyy, Adam."
"What, Kristopher."
"Tomorrow. I am sooo going to molest you. You don't even know how." He giggled once more, mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "Sexy motherfucker," and started snoring. Loudly.
Adam rolled his eyes. Well, at least Kris' grip loosened when he was passed out. Adam got to his knees and snagged a pillow off the bed, tucking it under Kris' head. He'd wait a little bit - wash and moisturize his face, change into something loose and suitable for sleeping next to one's nominally straight houseguest - then wake Kris to give him some water and aspirin. And he'd remember to keep Kris the hell away from Shine on Wednesdays. Cute, polite, southern boys obviously got more free drinks than they could handle on body shot night.