If I Can't Have You: Part 4
Title: If I Can't Have You: Part 4
Pairing: Kradam (Kris Allen and Adam Lambert)
Rating: R (for language)
Summary: Another week and another contestant gone. The Top 10 continue to become close, almost too close, for kris' comfort.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
“It’s gonna take more than a lap dance to get me to kiss you,” Adam teased, pushing Anoop off his lap.
"Don't be a prude, Krissy," Matt teased, as he smacked him on the shoulder in response to Kris' furrowed brows. Kris opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again, and continued to listen to Katy tell him about the new seat covers for the Volkswagon.
“Poor Adam, all the boys want you. I wish I had that problem!” Megan laughed, through her mask.
Anoop grumbled, and said, “I’ll just go make out with Matt. He’ll love me.”
“No, come on over here to momma, I’ll make you forget all the boys,” Lil purred.
Michael and Danny looked at each other like they weren’t sure if they should laugh or shudder, when everyone else burst out laughing and they followed suit.
“What’s going on? Allison asked, walking into the kitchen with a lollipop hanging out of the side of her mouth and Scott on her arm.
“Mass make-out session,” Matt answered. “Nothing new,” he laughed.
“Ooh, I like that song! Turn it up!” Lil called to Michael, who was sitting at the island next to the stereo. He coughed into his mask, then reached to turn up the volume.
Gearing up for Motown week, they had put on a mixed CD that Matt picked up at Hitsville, USA. Everyone started moving slowly to the music, swaying in their seats. Scott slid his hand down Allison’s arm to take her hand and spin her in the middle of the kitchen, and she erupted into delighted giggles. Jumping up from his seat, Adam pulled Lil down from the countertop and took both her hands. Kris watched the scene from the doorway of the pantry, where he had managed to find some decent cell phone reception that evening. Adam and Lil danced, spinning her around, hips swaying and grinding against each other, singing along with the song. Adam looked over at Kris, mouthing the line, Someday we’ll be together, and Kris flushed, almost dropping his phone. Matt had followed Adam’s gaze, and noticed that Kris became flustered. When Adam’s laughter rumbled, Matt quickly shook his head, certain that it hadn’t meant what he thought it meant, and stood to cut in on Adam and Lil.
Adam sat back down at the table, taking a long drink of his hot lemon water, before leaning in close to Megan. She whispered something in his ear, to which he grinned, nodded, then stood to announce that he was going to head upstairs.
“It’s call the wife and kids time, and I need a hot shower.”
Everyone called good-night to him, Allison giving him a big hug, before they spread out to begin their nightly rituals.
“Is something wrong?” Kris asked, leaning in the doorway of their bathroom some time later.
“Wrong?”
“Yeah. I don’t know, you left kind of quickly before.”
“Oh. No, I just needed a shower, wash the domesticity off of me,” he smirked, drying his hair with the towel. “I’m kidding,” he added, when Kris looked at him quizzically. “Look, bedtime at the Waltons tends to be mushy family time, and that’s just not something I have right now. Why remind myself of it?”
“Is it something you want?”
Adam laughed sharply. “Yeah. I guess. I don’t know. But, it doesn’t matter, really. Maybe one day, who knows.”
Kris pursed his lips together and nodded. “You’d make a great dad, you know.” Kris pulled off his white t-shirt and slung it over his shoulder.
“Jesus, Kris, don’t get all kinky on me here. I don’t do father-son play…. Fuck me,” he added, when Kris looked at him aghast. “I’m kidding! But, thank-you. Yeah, I think I’d like to be a dad one day,” he said, softly, shrugging. “Who knows. I might have to settle for being an uncle, if my brother manages to stop being a little fucker long enough to get a girl to marry him.”
Adam pulled a pair of boxers up under the towel tied around his waist, before pulling the towel off and hanging it on the hook. He found them constricting to sleep in, but thought it would freak Kris out if he started sleeping naked. Allison also gave them far too many wake-up calls for him to take that chance, anyway.
“You’ll make a good dad,” Adam whispered, holding his hand to Kris’ cheek. “You and Katy, you’ll be amazing parents.”
Kris breathed in deeply, taking in the sensation of Adam’s hand on his cheek, his bare chest a foot away from his own, the scents of his shampoo and toothpaste, and the words he spoke. Before he could fully compute all of the sensations, Adam pulled his hand away and sat down on his bed. Kris exhaled, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
When he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Adam was under the covers, laptop open and iPod on. Kris gave him a wave goodnight, which Adam returned, before Kris pulled off his jeans and climbed into his own bed. Kris was soon asleep, nestled cozily beneath the flowered duvet, breathing softly. Adam pulled the earbuds out of his ears and let them fall to his chest. He watched Kris sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath the covers. He listened for the familiar rhythm of his breathing, the rhythm that quieted Adam’s own mind, then closed his laptop and turned off the lamp.
When Kris got up a few hours later, he used the washroom and got a drink of water. Yawning, he sleepily stretched and got back into bed. Half-asleep, he curled in close to the warm body beside him. An arm instinctively wrapped around him, and Kris nuzzled in, feeling the beat of a loving heart against his cheek. It wasn’t until the morning, when he woke and found himself in Adam’s bed that he realized what he had done. He curled his knees up to his chin, wrapping his arms around his legs, and his mind raced.
Adam opened the bathroom door, running his hand through his hair. Kris shot him a quick look, before turning his face away. Adam stood in the doorway for a few seconds, then walked around the bed to the closet.
“Which shirt should I wear?” he asked, casually, holding up two t-shirts for Kris’ opinion.
“Uh, the gray one?”
“Good choice. Gray it is.” He tossed the black shirt back onto the shelf, then pulled the gray one over his head. “You better get up. It’s after seven.”
Kris nodded, then pushed back the covers. Adam smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “Don’t worry about it.”
Kris smiled gratefully, got up from the bed, and went into the bathroom. Adam sat down on his bed when he heard the shower start. Running his hand along the sheet, he could still feel the warmth that Kris’ body had left behind, and he sighed deeply before standing up to finish getting dressed.
Pairing: Kradam (Kris Allen and Adam Lambert)
Rating: R (for language)
Summary: Another week and another contestant gone. The Top 10 continue to become close, almost too close, for kris' comfort.
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
“It’s gonna take more than a lap dance to get me to kiss you,” Adam teased, pushing Anoop off his lap.
"Don't be a prude, Krissy," Matt teased, as he smacked him on the shoulder in response to Kris' furrowed brows. Kris opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again, and continued to listen to Katy tell him about the new seat covers for the Volkswagon.
“Poor Adam, all the boys want you. I wish I had that problem!” Megan laughed, through her mask.
Anoop grumbled, and said, “I’ll just go make out with Matt. He’ll love me.”
“No, come on over here to momma, I’ll make you forget all the boys,” Lil purred.
Michael and Danny looked at each other like they weren’t sure if they should laugh or shudder, when everyone else burst out laughing and they followed suit.
“What’s going on? Allison asked, walking into the kitchen with a lollipop hanging out of the side of her mouth and Scott on her arm.
“Mass make-out session,” Matt answered. “Nothing new,” he laughed.
“Ooh, I like that song! Turn it up!” Lil called to Michael, who was sitting at the island next to the stereo. He coughed into his mask, then reached to turn up the volume.
Gearing up for Motown week, they had put on a mixed CD that Matt picked up at Hitsville, USA. Everyone started moving slowly to the music, swaying in their seats. Scott slid his hand down Allison’s arm to take her hand and spin her in the middle of the kitchen, and she erupted into delighted giggles. Jumping up from his seat, Adam pulled Lil down from the countertop and took both her hands. Kris watched the scene from the doorway of the pantry, where he had managed to find some decent cell phone reception that evening. Adam and Lil danced, spinning her around, hips swaying and grinding against each other, singing along with the song. Adam looked over at Kris, mouthing the line, Someday we’ll be together, and Kris flushed, almost dropping his phone. Matt had followed Adam’s gaze, and noticed that Kris became flustered. When Adam’s laughter rumbled, Matt quickly shook his head, certain that it hadn’t meant what he thought it meant, and stood to cut in on Adam and Lil.
Adam sat back down at the table, taking a long drink of his hot lemon water, before leaning in close to Megan. She whispered something in his ear, to which he grinned, nodded, then stood to announce that he was going to head upstairs.
“It’s call the wife and kids time, and I need a hot shower.”
Everyone called good-night to him, Allison giving him a big hug, before they spread out to begin their nightly rituals.
“Is something wrong?” Kris asked, leaning in the doorway of their bathroom some time later.
“Wrong?”
“Yeah. I don’t know, you left kind of quickly before.”
“Oh. No, I just needed a shower, wash the domesticity off of me,” he smirked, drying his hair with the towel. “I’m kidding,” he added, when Kris looked at him quizzically. “Look, bedtime at the Waltons tends to be mushy family time, and that’s just not something I have right now. Why remind myself of it?”
“Is it something you want?”
Adam laughed sharply. “Yeah. I guess. I don’t know. But, it doesn’t matter, really. Maybe one day, who knows.”
Kris pursed his lips together and nodded. “You’d make a great dad, you know.” Kris pulled off his white t-shirt and slung it over his shoulder.
“Jesus, Kris, don’t get all kinky on me here. I don’t do father-son play…. Fuck me,” he added, when Kris looked at him aghast. “I’m kidding! But, thank-you. Yeah, I think I’d like to be a dad one day,” he said, softly, shrugging. “Who knows. I might have to settle for being an uncle, if my brother manages to stop being a little fucker long enough to get a girl to marry him.”
Adam pulled a pair of boxers up under the towel tied around his waist, before pulling the towel off and hanging it on the hook. He found them constricting to sleep in, but thought it would freak Kris out if he started sleeping naked. Allison also gave them far too many wake-up calls for him to take that chance, anyway.
“You’ll make a good dad,” Adam whispered, holding his hand to Kris’ cheek. “You and Katy, you’ll be amazing parents.”
Kris breathed in deeply, taking in the sensation of Adam’s hand on his cheek, his bare chest a foot away from his own, the scents of his shampoo and toothpaste, and the words he spoke. Before he could fully compute all of the sensations, Adam pulled his hand away and sat down on his bed. Kris exhaled, and walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
When he came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, Adam was under the covers, laptop open and iPod on. Kris gave him a wave goodnight, which Adam returned, before Kris pulled off his jeans and climbed into his own bed. Kris was soon asleep, nestled cozily beneath the flowered duvet, breathing softly. Adam pulled the earbuds out of his ears and let them fall to his chest. He watched Kris sleep, his chest rising and falling beneath the covers. He listened for the familiar rhythm of his breathing, the rhythm that quieted Adam’s own mind, then closed his laptop and turned off the lamp.
When Kris got up a few hours later, he used the washroom and got a drink of water. Yawning, he sleepily stretched and got back into bed. Half-asleep, he curled in close to the warm body beside him. An arm instinctively wrapped around him, and Kris nuzzled in, feeling the beat of a loving heart against his cheek. It wasn’t until the morning, when he woke and found himself in Adam’s bed that he realized what he had done. He curled his knees up to his chin, wrapping his arms around his legs, and his mind raced.
Adam opened the bathroom door, running his hand through his hair. Kris shot him a quick look, before turning his face away. Adam stood in the doorway for a few seconds, then walked around the bed to the closet.
“Which shirt should I wear?” he asked, casually, holding up two t-shirts for Kris’ opinion.
“Uh, the gray one?”
“Good choice. Gray it is.” He tossed the black shirt back onto the shelf, then pulled the gray one over his head. “You better get up. It’s after seven.”
Kris nodded, then pushed back the covers. Adam smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and said, “Don’t worry about it.”
Kris smiled gratefully, got up from the bed, and went into the bathroom. Adam sat down on his bed when he heard the shower start. Running his hand along the sheet, he could still feel the warmth that Kris’ body had left behind, and he sighed deeply before standing up to finish getting dressed.