If I Can't Have You: Part 2
Pairing: Kradam (Kris Allen and Adam Lambert)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris and Adam become more comfortable with each other, but less comfortable with their own thoughts
Part 1
Part 2
“So… are we sharing?” Adam asked, with a smirk, as he pointed to the large bed.
Kris took a few seconds to follow Adam’s eyes, glancing between the luggage Adam had put beside the bed and the guitar that Kris had then put on top. He took in a deep breath, turning a shade of pink he would come to wear quite often around Adam.
“Umm…” he stammered. “No, I don’t, I didn’t, I’ll… I’ll take the other one….” He grabbed at the handle of his guitar case and pulled it off the bed. He was grateful that the camera man had already left, on his way to film in the other bedrooms.
“Suit yourself. I don’t mind sharing,” Adam chuckled. “No, really, if you want this one, you can have it. Besides, I toss and turn a lot, I’d keep you awake.”
Kris joined him in laughing, grateful that Adam wasn’t taking this gaff seriously. Kris had known Adam for quite a while now, and felt very comfortable around him. He liked Adam’s energy, because, although intense, it wasn’t obnoxious or nervous. Kris had also become accustomed to Adam’s ever-present flirtatiousness, and, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he liked when it was directed his way.
“So, how did I get stuck with you as my roomie, anyway?” Adam teased, dragging his suitcase to the other bed. Kris loved it when Adam teased him. Another thing he wasn’t ready to admit to himself yet. "I assumed you'd room with Matt again."
“Oh… Well…” stammered Kris, the shade of pink returning to his face. “I asked if we could…”
“Really? My, my.”
“Matt is great, but sometimes I just need quiet and don’t need a joke all the time. And ‘cause I know you’re neat, and Anoop is a slob, and Danny is too loud, and Michael-“
“It’s okay, Kris,” Adam interjected. “I was hoping we’d get paired up. You don’t need to explain, alright. I’m not going to think you have dark plans to jump me in the night and have your dirty way with me,” he laughed. “I’m not that cocky,” he added, although he put a little more emphasis on the first syllable than Kris thought was necessary, and the pink of his face intensified.
“You guys staying here all day?” Allison called, from the doorway of their bedroom.
“Nope, we’re coming,” Adam called back. “We gotta find our way around this crazy place!”
“I wanna find this basketball court,” Kris shouted, dropping his guitar case back onto the bed.
“I better go with you, in case you need a boost,” Adam teased, sticking his tongue out at Kris, and taking Allison’s out-stretched hand.
“Oooh dang, short jokes! I thought that was my job,” Allison laughed.
Kris feigned a pout, before laughing, and taking Allison’s other hand. The three of them ran down the hallway, until Jasmine caught up with them on the stairs, and Allison broke away to skip down to her, taking her arm. Kris and Adam stood at the top of the stairs, watching the two girls run, giggling together, before they followed and set out to explore their new home.
~~~~~
“No, a bidet. Bid-ay.” Kris repeated into the cell phone. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter, I guess. It was just something funny…” he trailed off, and Katy continued her stream of questions about the mansion and the song he was planning to sing next and what they were doing for the first Ford video and what he was going to wear on the show and did he eat any vegetables that day and was he going to stop drinking so much coffee and make sure he went to bed early so he got enough rest, because she knew how much sleep he needed when he was under stress, like the time he was studying for finals last year and… and… and….”
Adam stood with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. His fingertips were twisting the string of his hoodie, round and round. His right foot was crossed over the left, in the snakeskin boots he’d pulled on before going downstairs. He had wanted to see if there was any ice cream in the freezer, when the sound of Kris’ voice had stopped him. Not wanting to interrupt, he waited a few minutes until the call was finished. He turned to walk out of the kitchen when the I love you, too’s started, but was stopped when Kris turned around and held a finger up to him. Kris had seen him in the reflection of the window he was staring out of, watching his face while listening to Katy. Something stirred inside of him, some part of him that enjoyed knowing that Adam was watching him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to-“ Adam began, as Kris closed his phone, tossing it casually onto the countertop.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Ice cream.”
“Huh?”
“I came down for some ice cream,” Adam explained, walking into the kitchen. He pulled the freezer open, turning back to Kris with a frown.
“There isn’t any?” Kris asked.
“Just a half-gallon. What are you going to have?” Adam smirked, pulling the rocky road out of the freezer. He took a spoon out of the drawer, digging it into the ice cream. He closed his eyes and sighed at the taste. Sweet. Cold. Smooth. Every sensation delighted him.
“Here,” he said, as he directed the heaping spoon towards Kris. Kris opened his mouth, taking the ice cream from the spoon automatically. Letting it melt on his tongue, he enjoyed the cold and wet and smooth running over his teeth.
Taking another spoonful, Adam said, “Oh, I guess I could just get you your own spoon, or it might take us awhile to kick this whole thing back,” laughing.
“Oh… right,” Kris answered, that familiar pink returning to his cheeks. He held out his hand for the spoon, the thought of declining it, of telling Adam he wanted to share, being pushed from the tip of his tongue to the back of his mind.
“I wasn’t listening,” Adam murmured a few moments later.
“Hmm?” Kris was watching, as Adam bent to put their spoons in the dish washer, and hadn’t heard what he said.
“I wasn’t trying to listen,” he repeated, “to your phone call.”
“Oh! No, that’s okay, I know that.” He didn’t know that, as Adam had stood there for quite a while. What he meant to say was that he hadn’t minded.
“Well, let’s just call it research. The mating habits of the modern heterosexual primate. Man mumbles yes and no while woman prattles on about vegetables and curtain fabric.”
“She doesn’t prattle,” Kris defended.
“I’m kidding. I’m sorry,” he added, squeezing Kris’ upper arm. “Really.”
“I know. It must be weird for you.”
“Weird?”
“Being with so many straight guys, married guys…”
“Ohhh, that. I guess,” he shrugged. “Most of my friends are a little more on the fabulous side, I have to say,” he smiled. “But, whatever preference, it all comes down to the same basics, really. And I’ve had a few prattlers myself, so I just assumed…” he laughed, grateful that Kris laughed with him.
“Bed?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Adam answered, slinging an arm around Kris’ shoulder.
“You wish!”
“Hah! You wish! I’ve had some very positive reviews,” he winked, before ducking out of the kitchen, with Kris chasing him up the stairs.
Adam had no idea how much he was right. Kris did wish, even if it was the last thing he was ready to acknowledge.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris and Adam become more comfortable with each other, but less comfortable with their own thoughts
Part 1
Part 2
“So… are we sharing?” Adam asked, with a smirk, as he pointed to the large bed.
Kris took a few seconds to follow Adam’s eyes, glancing between the luggage Adam had put beside the bed and the guitar that Kris had then put on top. He took in a deep breath, turning a shade of pink he would come to wear quite often around Adam.
“Umm…” he stammered. “No, I don’t, I didn’t, I’ll… I’ll take the other one….” He grabbed at the handle of his guitar case and pulled it off the bed. He was grateful that the camera man had already left, on his way to film in the other bedrooms.
“Suit yourself. I don’t mind sharing,” Adam chuckled. “No, really, if you want this one, you can have it. Besides, I toss and turn a lot, I’d keep you awake.”
Kris joined him in laughing, grateful that Adam wasn’t taking this gaff seriously. Kris had known Adam for quite a while now, and felt very comfortable around him. He liked Adam’s energy, because, although intense, it wasn’t obnoxious or nervous. Kris had also become accustomed to Adam’s ever-present flirtatiousness, and, even if he wouldn’t admit it to himself, he liked when it was directed his way.
“So, how did I get stuck with you as my roomie, anyway?” Adam teased, dragging his suitcase to the other bed. Kris loved it when Adam teased him. Another thing he wasn’t ready to admit to himself yet. "I assumed you'd room with Matt again."
“Oh… Well…” stammered Kris, the shade of pink returning to his face. “I asked if we could…”
“Really? My, my.”
“Matt is great, but sometimes I just need quiet and don’t need a joke all the time. And ‘cause I know you’re neat, and Anoop is a slob, and Danny is too loud, and Michael-“
“It’s okay, Kris,” Adam interjected. “I was hoping we’d get paired up. You don’t need to explain, alright. I’m not going to think you have dark plans to jump me in the night and have your dirty way with me,” he laughed. “I’m not that cocky,” he added, although he put a little more emphasis on the first syllable than Kris thought was necessary, and the pink of his face intensified.
“You guys staying here all day?” Allison called, from the doorway of their bedroom.
“Nope, we’re coming,” Adam called back. “We gotta find our way around this crazy place!”
“I wanna find this basketball court,” Kris shouted, dropping his guitar case back onto the bed.
“I better go with you, in case you need a boost,” Adam teased, sticking his tongue out at Kris, and taking Allison’s out-stretched hand.
“Oooh dang, short jokes! I thought that was my job,” Allison laughed.
Kris feigned a pout, before laughing, and taking Allison’s other hand. The three of them ran down the hallway, until Jasmine caught up with them on the stairs, and Allison broke away to skip down to her, taking her arm. Kris and Adam stood at the top of the stairs, watching the two girls run, giggling together, before they followed and set out to explore their new home.
~~~~~
“No, a bidet. Bid-ay.” Kris repeated into the cell phone. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter, I guess. It was just something funny…” he trailed off, and Katy continued her stream of questions about the mansion and the song he was planning to sing next and what they were doing for the first Ford video and what he was going to wear on the show and did he eat any vegetables that day and was he going to stop drinking so much coffee and make sure he went to bed early so he got enough rest, because she knew how much sleep he needed when he was under stress, like the time he was studying for finals last year and… and… and….”
Adam stood with his arms crossed against his chest, leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. His fingertips were twisting the string of his hoodie, round and round. His right foot was crossed over the left, in the snakeskin boots he’d pulled on before going downstairs. He had wanted to see if there was any ice cream in the freezer, when the sound of Kris’ voice had stopped him. Not wanting to interrupt, he waited a few minutes until the call was finished. He turned to walk out of the kitchen when the I love you, too’s started, but was stopped when Kris turned around and held a finger up to him. Kris had seen him in the reflection of the window he was staring out of, watching his face while listening to Katy. Something stirred inside of him, some part of him that enjoyed knowing that Adam was watching him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t want to-“ Adam began, as Kris closed his phone, tossing it casually onto the countertop.
“Don’t worry about it.”
“Ice cream.”
“Huh?”
“I came down for some ice cream,” Adam explained, walking into the kitchen. He pulled the freezer open, turning back to Kris with a frown.
“There isn’t any?” Kris asked.
“Just a half-gallon. What are you going to have?” Adam smirked, pulling the rocky road out of the freezer. He took a spoon out of the drawer, digging it into the ice cream. He closed his eyes and sighed at the taste. Sweet. Cold. Smooth. Every sensation delighted him.
“Here,” he said, as he directed the heaping spoon towards Kris. Kris opened his mouth, taking the ice cream from the spoon automatically. Letting it melt on his tongue, he enjoyed the cold and wet and smooth running over his teeth.
Taking another spoonful, Adam said, “Oh, I guess I could just get you your own spoon, or it might take us awhile to kick this whole thing back,” laughing.
“Oh… right,” Kris answered, that familiar pink returning to his cheeks. He held out his hand for the spoon, the thought of declining it, of telling Adam he wanted to share, being pushed from the tip of his tongue to the back of his mind.
“I wasn’t listening,” Adam murmured a few moments later.
“Hmm?” Kris was watching, as Adam bent to put their spoons in the dish washer, and hadn’t heard what he said.
“I wasn’t trying to listen,” he repeated, “to your phone call.”
“Oh! No, that’s okay, I know that.” He didn’t know that, as Adam had stood there for quite a while. What he meant to say was that he hadn’t minded.
“Well, let’s just call it research. The mating habits of the modern heterosexual primate. Man mumbles yes and no while woman prattles on about vegetables and curtain fabric.”
“She doesn’t prattle,” Kris defended.
“I’m kidding. I’m sorry,” he added, squeezing Kris’ upper arm. “Really.”
“I know. It must be weird for you.”
“Weird?”
“Being with so many straight guys, married guys…”
“Ohhh, that. I guess,” he shrugged. “Most of my friends are a little more on the fabulous side, I have to say,” he smiled. “But, whatever preference, it all comes down to the same basics, really. And I’ve had a few prattlers myself, so I just assumed…” he laughed, grateful that Kris laughed with him.
“Bed?”
“I thought you’d never ask,” Adam answered, slinging an arm around Kris’ shoulder.
“You wish!”
“Hah! You wish! I’ve had some very positive reviews,” he winked, before ducking out of the kitchen, with Kris chasing him up the stairs.
Adam had no idea how much he was right. Kris did wish, even if it was the last thing he was ready to acknowledge.