[fic] combination of words i could put on the back of a postcard
Fandom: American Idol (Season 8)
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG? PG-13? They kiss a lot and there's mention of sex.
Genre: Fluff, Established relationship
Summary/Prompt: Kris and Adam go on vacation. For
orihara_kaoru in the ontd_ai_gives Dollar Drive a zillion weeks back. Sorry this took so long!
When it comes to packing, Adam is a bigger procrastinator than Kris. That’s one for the “What don’t your fans know about you?” questions that inevitably come with each interview.
Sure, Kris had waited until last night to start packing, but he had gotten it done by two am, had slid into bed next to Adam and anticipated sleeping on the plane the next day. But Adam?
Adam doesn’t start packing until an hour before their car is scheduled to come to pick them up in the morning. At first Kris was amused, watching him pull carefully-folded shirts from the drawers only to throw them haphazardly into his new suitcase.
Then the car had honked to announce its arrival.
“Adam…” he starts, but Adam is past him in a flash, brushing a kiss over his lips.
“Just ten more minutes. Go run and tell him ten more minutes.”
“We don’t have ten minutes. We have a flight to catch.”
“It’ll be fine,” Adam insists, giving Kris a gentle shove towards the door, “Could you go load the other bags in the car?”
And that’s how they wind up racing through the airport, because ten minutes is never ten minutes with Adam, it’s twenty-five, and by the time Adam slides into the car, Kris has not only made friends with the driver, he’s learned the names of his children and where they go to school.
They run blindly, Kris lagging due to sheer exhaustion and shorter legs.
“Adam, I swear, if we miss this flight…”
He doesn’t finish the threat, but Adam knows what’s implied. Part of the joy of vacation would be sex- endless, holed up together, no interruptions, no worries, no texts from handlers, all-day sex. And for Kris to deprive Adam of that, even for one day… Adam shakes the thought and focuses on running. He’ll cross that road if he has to. In any case, he certainly knows how to make Kris want it.
Eventually, Adam grabs his hand, pulling him to the gate. Adam glances at his watch, realizing that they have five minutes until boarding ends.
“Baby,” Adam grins, “There’s a Starbucks back there and I was up really early. Maybe I should just run back and…”
“Get on the damn plane,” Kris growls, and Adam contemplates making it up to him later in the plane bathroom.
Two hours into the flight, they’ve officially joined the mile-high club.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
They head to the hotel first, because Adam is, as he puts it, “mind-blowingly exhausted”, and there’s not even a moment to pull the blinds open before Adam has crashed on top of the covers, sprawled out like a starfish and seemingly incapable of movement.
Kris strides across the room, steps out onto the balcony, and grins.
“Adam,” he calls over his shoulder.
“Mmmm.”
“Come look at this view.” They had sprung for the penthouse at the hotel they had found lining a pseudo-private beach, hoping to avoid the stares of any potential lingering fans (though the search had been thorough for a place that would be as remote as possible. The fact that the ocean is the clearest Kris has ever seen is an unexpected plus.
A couple of fluffy white clouds float past. Kris thinks he could get used to this.
Adam rolls over, seemingly unimpressed.
“Adam?” He grunts an acknowledgement, “Come on, we didn’t come here to sleep.”
“So tired,” Adam whines, opening his eyes a fraction as he puts out his arms in what is clearly an invitation.
Kris shakes his head, strolls over and crouches at Adam’s side.
“C’mon, baby. I want to go explore. I want to see what’s out there.”
Adam shuts his eyes tighter, and his fingers come to rest at Kris’s biceps.
“Time for exploring later. Time for sleep now.”
Kris laughs, leaning forward to brush a stray hair away from Adam’s eyes.
“Maybe I’ll just go explore without you, then.”
“Mmmm,” Adam murmurs, not displeased, not really reacting at all.
“That could be good. Maybe I’ll go for a swim,” Adam grunts, and Kris continues, “I bet there are lifeguards down there, too.”
Adam’s lip quirks up in a smile, but he doesn’t make a sound.
“Yeah, maybe I could meet some lifeguards. I’m sure there are some guys around here who would love to explore with me,” Adam fights the grin, waiting for the words that come next, “if you catch my drift.”
And just like that, Adam has pulled Kris on top of him, peppering lazy, sloppy, tired kisses across his mouth. He licks at Kris’s bottom lip once more and then pulls back.
“The only person you’re allowed to explore with is me, got it?”
Kris places a chaste kiss against his lips,
“Got it.”
“And I promise we’ll go explore later. But for now? I’m really fucking tired, and I would love nothing more than to take a mid-afternoon nap with my boyfriend in our sweet-ass hotel room,” he pauses, thoughtful, “Then maybe take a shower.”
“Together?” Kris asks, eyebrow arched.
They don’t leave the hotel room until the next morning, but as he watches Adam sleep, his bare back rising and falling in familiar rhythms, Kris thinks the view from here is pretty good, too.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kris would laugh at the SPF70 sunblock that Adam pulls out of his bag, but if anyone has spent enough time staring at Adam’s bare skin, it’s Kris, and he knows better than anyone how fair Adam is. His goal for this week is to not let Adam burn, because an Adam that he couldn’t touch? That isn’t an Adam that he wants on vacation.
Before they leave the hotel, he slathers the sunblock on Adam’s back, rubbing it in with slow circles that cause Adam to threaten that they may never leave the room if Kris can’t rub sunblock in a less… exciting manner. Kris snickers, apparently enjoying the torture.
They don’t leave until one hour and twenty-five minutes later; Kris had either ignored Adam’s warning or took it as a promise.
When they first step foot outside, it’s one pm and the sun is high, and there are only ten other people on their stretch of the beach, none of whom seem to care that two of music’s most famous names were strolling hand in hand towards the water.
Adam spreads out immediately, dropping into his beach chair with a dramatic sigh and a proclamation of,
“Let’s move here.”
Kris grins, places a kiss an indulgent kiss his forehead, and announces he’s going for a swim.
With one eye open, Adam watches Kris pull off his shirt, enjoying the familiar way that the muscles in his back ripple. Kris runs off, and Adam promptly closes his eyes and falls asleep.
He’s not sure how much later it is when he awakes to a cold, wet finger sliding down his chest.
“Hey,” he swats at the hand, “Knock it off.”
“Come swim with me,” and Kris’s face is so joyful, so playful as water drips down from his hair, that Adam almost considers saying yes. Instead he snorts.
“I don’t swim.”
“For me?” Kris pouts.
“There are a lot of things I would do for you. Swimming is not one of them.”
“But Adam,” he whines, “I’ll lay out in the sun for you later.”
“Big compromise.”
“Please?”
Adam sighs,
“How about we go for a walk instead?”
But Kris isn’t letting it go so easily,
“So what if we have kids some day and they want to go swimming with their daddy?”
“That’s what they have you for.”
“And what if I’m not there?”
“You think I’m bringing our kids to the beach by myself?”
Kris chuckles at that, but the mock-serious look returns almost instantly.
“What if I was drowning? Would you go in to save me?”
A wicked glint appears in Adam’s eye. He leans forward as Kris bites at his lip.
“Depends. Do I get to give you mouth to mouth?”
“When was the last time you had to ask permission to give me mouth to mouth?”
Taking that as his cue, Adam leans forward, capturing Kris’s lips in his own. It’s familiar and warm and sweet and he just can’t bring himself to stop until Kris pulls away, panting and out of breath.
“So… does that mean you’ll go swimming with me?”
Adam chuckles, low in his belly,
“Maybe tonight, when there are less people. Ok?”
“Promise?”
“Promise. Now how about that walk?”
Their toes glide over soft sand and Adam thinks that two weeks here might not be enough.
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG? PG-13? They kiss a lot and there's mention of sex.
Genre: Fluff, Established relationship
Summary/Prompt: Kris and Adam go on vacation. For
orihara_kaoru in the ontd_ai_gives Dollar Drive a zillion weeks back. Sorry this took so long!
When it comes to packing, Adam is a bigger procrastinator than Kris. That’s one for the “What don’t your fans know about you?” questions that inevitably come with each interview.
Sure, Kris had waited until last night to start packing, but he had gotten it done by two am, had slid into bed next to Adam and anticipated sleeping on the plane the next day. But Adam?
Adam doesn’t start packing until an hour before their car is scheduled to come to pick them up in the morning. At first Kris was amused, watching him pull carefully-folded shirts from the drawers only to throw them haphazardly into his new suitcase.
Then the car had honked to announce its arrival.
“Adam…” he starts, but Adam is past him in a flash, brushing a kiss over his lips.
“Just ten more minutes. Go run and tell him ten more minutes.”
“We don’t have ten minutes. We have a flight to catch.”
“It’ll be fine,” Adam insists, giving Kris a gentle shove towards the door, “Could you go load the other bags in the car?”
And that’s how they wind up racing through the airport, because ten minutes is never ten minutes with Adam, it’s twenty-five, and by the time Adam slides into the car, Kris has not only made friends with the driver, he’s learned the names of his children and where they go to school.
They run blindly, Kris lagging due to sheer exhaustion and shorter legs.
“Adam, I swear, if we miss this flight…”
He doesn’t finish the threat, but Adam knows what’s implied. Part of the joy of vacation would be sex- endless, holed up together, no interruptions, no worries, no texts from handlers, all-day sex. And for Kris to deprive Adam of that, even for one day… Adam shakes the thought and focuses on running. He’ll cross that road if he has to. In any case, he certainly knows how to make Kris want it.
Eventually, Adam grabs his hand, pulling him to the gate. Adam glances at his watch, realizing that they have five minutes until boarding ends.
“Baby,” Adam grins, “There’s a Starbucks back there and I was up really early. Maybe I should just run back and…”
“Get on the damn plane,” Kris growls, and Adam contemplates making it up to him later in the plane bathroom.
Two hours into the flight, they’ve officially joined the mile-high club.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
They head to the hotel first, because Adam is, as he puts it, “mind-blowingly exhausted”, and there’s not even a moment to pull the blinds open before Adam has crashed on top of the covers, sprawled out like a starfish and seemingly incapable of movement.
Kris strides across the room, steps out onto the balcony, and grins.
“Adam,” he calls over his shoulder.
“Mmmm.”
“Come look at this view.” They had sprung for the penthouse at the hotel they had found lining a pseudo-private beach, hoping to avoid the stares of any potential lingering fans (though the search had been thorough for a place that would be as remote as possible. The fact that the ocean is the clearest Kris has ever seen is an unexpected plus.
A couple of fluffy white clouds float past. Kris thinks he could get used to this.
Adam rolls over, seemingly unimpressed.
“Adam?” He grunts an acknowledgement, “Come on, we didn’t come here to sleep.”
“So tired,” Adam whines, opening his eyes a fraction as he puts out his arms in what is clearly an invitation.
Kris shakes his head, strolls over and crouches at Adam’s side.
“C’mon, baby. I want to go explore. I want to see what’s out there.”
Adam shuts his eyes tighter, and his fingers come to rest at Kris’s biceps.
“Time for exploring later. Time for sleep now.”
Kris laughs, leaning forward to brush a stray hair away from Adam’s eyes.
“Maybe I’ll just go explore without you, then.”
“Mmmm,” Adam murmurs, not displeased, not really reacting at all.
“That could be good. Maybe I’ll go for a swim,” Adam grunts, and Kris continues, “I bet there are lifeguards down there, too.”
Adam’s lip quirks up in a smile, but he doesn’t make a sound.
“Yeah, maybe I could meet some lifeguards. I’m sure there are some guys around here who would love to explore with me,” Adam fights the grin, waiting for the words that come next, “if you catch my drift.”
And just like that, Adam has pulled Kris on top of him, peppering lazy, sloppy, tired kisses across his mouth. He licks at Kris’s bottom lip once more and then pulls back.
“The only person you’re allowed to explore with is me, got it?”
Kris places a chaste kiss against his lips,
“Got it.”
“And I promise we’ll go explore later. But for now? I’m really fucking tired, and I would love nothing more than to take a mid-afternoon nap with my boyfriend in our sweet-ass hotel room,” he pauses, thoughtful, “Then maybe take a shower.”
“Together?” Kris asks, eyebrow arched.
They don’t leave the hotel room until the next morning, but as he watches Adam sleep, his bare back rising and falling in familiar rhythms, Kris thinks the view from here is pretty good, too.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kris would laugh at the SPF70 sunblock that Adam pulls out of his bag, but if anyone has spent enough time staring at Adam’s bare skin, it’s Kris, and he knows better than anyone how fair Adam is. His goal for this week is to not let Adam burn, because an Adam that he couldn’t touch? That isn’t an Adam that he wants on vacation.
Before they leave the hotel, he slathers the sunblock on Adam’s back, rubbing it in with slow circles that cause Adam to threaten that they may never leave the room if Kris can’t rub sunblock in a less… exciting manner. Kris snickers, apparently enjoying the torture.
They don’t leave until one hour and twenty-five minutes later; Kris had either ignored Adam’s warning or took it as a promise.
When they first step foot outside, it’s one pm and the sun is high, and there are only ten other people on their stretch of the beach, none of whom seem to care that two of music’s most famous names were strolling hand in hand towards the water.
Adam spreads out immediately, dropping into his beach chair with a dramatic sigh and a proclamation of,
“Let’s move here.”
Kris grins, places a kiss an indulgent kiss his forehead, and announces he’s going for a swim.
With one eye open, Adam watches Kris pull off his shirt, enjoying the familiar way that the muscles in his back ripple. Kris runs off, and Adam promptly closes his eyes and falls asleep.
He’s not sure how much later it is when he awakes to a cold, wet finger sliding down his chest.
“Hey,” he swats at the hand, “Knock it off.”
“Come swim with me,” and Kris’s face is so joyful, so playful as water drips down from his hair, that Adam almost considers saying yes. Instead he snorts.
“I don’t swim.”
“For me?” Kris pouts.
“There are a lot of things I would do for you. Swimming is not one of them.”
“But Adam,” he whines, “I’ll lay out in the sun for you later.”
“Big compromise.”
“Please?”
Adam sighs,
“How about we go for a walk instead?”
But Kris isn’t letting it go so easily,
“So what if we have kids some day and they want to go swimming with their daddy?”
“That’s what they have you for.”
“And what if I’m not there?”
“You think I’m bringing our kids to the beach by myself?”
Kris chuckles at that, but the mock-serious look returns almost instantly.
“What if I was drowning? Would you go in to save me?”
A wicked glint appears in Adam’s eye. He leans forward as Kris bites at his lip.
“Depends. Do I get to give you mouth to mouth?”
“When was the last time you had to ask permission to give me mouth to mouth?”
Taking that as his cue, Adam leans forward, capturing Kris’s lips in his own. It’s familiar and warm and sweet and he just can’t bring himself to stop until Kris pulls away, panting and out of breath.
“So… does that mean you’ll go swimming with me?”
Adam chuckles, low in his belly,
“Maybe tonight, when there are less people. Ok?”
“Promise?”
“Promise. Now how about that walk?”
Their toes glide over soft sand and Adam thinks that two weeks here might not be enough.