[fic] sleeping in my bed with your silhouette
His fingers hover over the send button, mentally calculating the hours. If it’s two thirty here, then… ten thirty.
His thumb presses down on the green button.
The ringer buzzes in his ear once, twice, a third time and--
“So do I have to call you Sergeant Pepper from now on or what?”
The laugh he lets out is relieved and exhausted, and he rests his head onto the back of the couch.
“Shut up. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“No, actually,” Adam’s voice sounds light, soft and quiet and reminding Kris of Tuesday nights, post-adrenaline rush when they’d lay in bed and talk about whatever happened to pass through their minds. Kris grins, “Drake is going out but I’m just so tired. I’ve been recording pretty much since tour ended and business deals and just… things are happening. So I’m making it an early night.”
“Have you been domesticated, Lambert?”
“Hardly,” Adam scoffs, “Everyone’s entitled to a night of pampering every now and then, aren’t they?”
“Now and then?”
“Once a week is not too much to ask. So what about you? How’s merry old England? Did you come in your pants over all the Beatles shit?”
It’s a testament to how much time he’s spent with Adam that Kris doesn’t even flush anymore, just rolls his eyes and spits back,
“No, I’m not the one who comes in his pants.”
“Irrelevant,” Adam drawls, and Kris can imagine him waving his hand in that dismissive way that he does, “It was one dream and it involved a threesome between myself, Zac Efron, and Tom Cruise circa 1998. I dare anyone to not come in their pants when presented with that little grouping.”
They both laugh, unabashed for a moment before lapsing into the comfortable silence that apparently is unhindered by oceans.
Kris breathes out,
“I miss you, buddy.”
And Adam counters immediately with,
“I miss you too. Do you have a little while to talk?”
Kris thinks of meetings and writing sessions and recording studios and the texts he’s pretty sure he’s getting from his assistant at this very moment, if the occasional drops in sound are any indication.
“For you? Of course.”
He misses his writing session that day, but he just can’t bring himself to care.
.
And now I just need to write the one for
orihara_kaoru . I'll get it done this week, darling, I swear.
His thumb presses down on the green button.
The ringer buzzes in his ear once, twice, a third time and--
“So do I have to call you Sergeant Pepper from now on or what?”
The laugh he lets out is relieved and exhausted, and he rests his head onto the back of the couch.
“Shut up. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”
“No, actually,” Adam’s voice sounds light, soft and quiet and reminding Kris of Tuesday nights, post-adrenaline rush when they’d lay in bed and talk about whatever happened to pass through their minds. Kris grins, “Drake is going out but I’m just so tired. I’ve been recording pretty much since tour ended and business deals and just… things are happening. So I’m making it an early night.”
“Have you been domesticated, Lambert?”
“Hardly,” Adam scoffs, “Everyone’s entitled to a night of pampering every now and then, aren’t they?”
“Now and then?”
“Once a week is not too much to ask. So what about you? How’s merry old England? Did you come in your pants over all the Beatles shit?”
It’s a testament to how much time he’s spent with Adam that Kris doesn’t even flush anymore, just rolls his eyes and spits back,
“No, I’m not the one who comes in his pants.”
“Irrelevant,” Adam drawls, and Kris can imagine him waving his hand in that dismissive way that he does, “It was one dream and it involved a threesome between myself, Zac Efron, and Tom Cruise circa 1998. I dare anyone to not come in their pants when presented with that little grouping.”
They both laugh, unabashed for a moment before lapsing into the comfortable silence that apparently is unhindered by oceans.
Kris breathes out,
“I miss you, buddy.”
And Adam counters immediately with,
“I miss you too. Do you have a little while to talk?”
Kris thinks of meetings and writing sessions and recording studios and the texts he’s pretty sure he’s getting from his assistant at this very moment, if the occasional drops in sound are any indication.
“For you? Of course.”
He misses his writing session that day, but he just can’t bring himself to care.
.
And now I just need to write the one for
orihara_kaoru . I'll get it done this week, darling, I swear.