from this moment (you are the one) - Kradam - NC17

[jeyhawk_fic]

Back to Part One.

*

The meeting with the bank goes very well. Once Kris has introduced Adam as his fiancé they pretty much fall over each other to accommodate him, and he walks out with Adam's hand in his and a new spring to his step. Adam didn't even have to say anything, his presence and the effortless air of luxury around him was enough to light the dollar signs in their eyes. People may think whatever they want about Adam, his music, and his sexuality, but Kris doesn't think anyone doubts that he's making money.

They go back to the winery for lunch and to hash out some details for the wedding with Jade, and then they're off in Adam's car heading towards LA. By the time they get there Kris is a bundle of nerves and no amount of reassurance from Adam helps. He spends most of the meeting with Adam's management feeling dizzy and breathless, and sadly he doesn't think the meeting itself accounts for much of it. He can't stop thinking that once they're done, they will be going back to Adam's place and they will be alone.

He likes Adam's handler, Lane, and he's pretty sure the feeling is mutual with the motherly way she smiles at him. As expected there are a few arguments, mostly based on Adam's stubborn refusal to let the press cover the wedding, but eventually they reach a compromise where they will release pictures of the ceremony after it happens. Kris's input is limited to humming along with whatever Adam says, but he's pretty sure no one cares what he thinks anyway. To Adam's management Kris is no more than a pawn to be moved across the board, even if they do seem pleased that Adam picked someone as normal as Kris.

"That went well, don't you think?" Adam says in the car afterwards, cracking his knuckles.

"Yeah," Kris answers distractedly, trying to hide his shiver when Adam revs the engine.

Adam goes off on a tangent about how they're going to handle the press, explaining it to Kris in excruciating detail. Kris is quite happy to let the flow of words wash over him while he frets about what happens next. He wonders if he should tell Adam he’s never had sex. He's pretty sure Adam’s figured out he’s never slept with a guy, but he probably thinks Kris did it with Katy, which he didn't, because they were going to wait and then they broke up.

"You seem distracted," Adam says, patting Kris's knee as he turns the car up towards the Hollywood Hills. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Kris says, managing a wry smile. "Just a bit overwhelmed again."

"It takes some getting used to," Adam admits. "The whole treating your life as an on-going soap opera." Adam makes a vague gesture that Kris can't interpret. "It's like… I'm just one guy living my life, you know, but suddenly I have like a script and a director and the roles are filling up with people I don't even know. It's weird."

Kris frowns. There's a hint of something he can't figure out in Adam's voice, sadness maybe, or wistfulness.

"And who am I in this on-going tale of yours?" he asks, even if he suddenly doesn't know if he wants to hear the answer.

Adam flashes him a smile. "You're the unassuming Prince Charming that everyone roots for while the hero is off sleeping his way through Hollywood and that eventually gets the happily-ever-after with a sugar-sweet sappy scene that makes everyone cry."

Kris laughs, because Adam expects him to, but somewhere deep inside it stings. He's no one in Adam's life. Maybe he was someone at some point, but Kris's fifteen minutes of fame ended a year ago and it doesn't matter that he's about to get more exposure than he could ever have dreamed about because when it comes down to it, he really is just the unassuming guy cast to make Adam's life a fairytale. Suddenly he wonders how many meetings Adam sat through with his management before they decided to give the role to Kris. Who were the other players? Ex-boyfriends? Friends? Someone off the street that has about the same importance to Adam as Kris has?

He carefully masks his sudden discomfort and looks out the car window at the streets rushing by. "It'll be like the greatest love story never told," he says and Adam laughs even though it isn't even funny. For the first time since he said yes, Kris starts to regret his decision.

*

Kris's time in LA turns out to be nothing like he expected. Adam doesn't try to jump him even once and he carefully makes sure they're surrounded by people almost 24/7, going as far as having his brother stay with them at the house. Adam's family is lovely, and they make him feel extremely welcome, but Kris can't shake the feeling that something is off. Everyone is too careful with him, treating him as if he's some hick from the country being accepted into the noble circle for the first time.

He can't tell if it's just nerves on his part but he arrives back home feeling unsettled and depressed. Adam goes out of town again and Kris adds another three “My Boyfriend Went To” t-shirts in another three colors and a really pretty necklace with a dangling silver guitar to his collection, but it doesn't feel the same. They still talk and their conversations are just as random and heartfelt as the last time, but Kris can't shake the feeling that Adam is pushing him away instead of pulling him closer.

The news breaks, as expected, three weeks before the wedding and suddenly Kris has paps following him everywhere he goes, shouting offensive questions and snapping candid pictures. They're not allowed on the winery grounds and Kris opts to stay home more and more even if he's almost climbing the walls with frustration. Everyone notices his increasingly short temper and the worried looks they throw in his direction just add to his frustration.

In the span of a week everyone he knows sits him down for a talk about following his heart and not doing something he will regret. No one says outright that they think he should back out of the wedding, but the sentiment is pretty clear. Even his mother seems to have second thoughts and for some reason that makes Kris feel even worse.

Jade and Lane become the new staples of Kris's life and somehow hanging out with them makes him feel better, because they're pretty much the only ones that don’t try to make him backtrack. Instead they are pretty determinedly pushing him forward, getting him fitted for a suit, helping him write a statement for the press and supporting him when it comes to making a decision about the rings. Adam narrowed it down to three different designs and he leaves it up to Kris to decide which one they’ll wear while he jets off to New York and San Francisco for a succession of shows.

Kris misses him when he's gone and he kind of hates himself for it. There shouldn't be such a thing as feeling too involved with his future husband, but that's exactly what it feels like. Adam's handling the whole thing like it's really just a business transaction, while Kris is becoming more and more aware that he's actually putting his heart on the line. He misses Adam's smell, his kisses and the solid feel of Adam's chest under his cheek, and it's that, more than any other doubts he might have that makes him consider calling the whole thing off.

He doesn't though, he just pushes forward, ignoring the press tearing his relationship to Katy to shreds, ignoring the insinuations that he's a cheater, ignoring all the helpful advice thrown his way, until he's operating on fumes, exhausted beyond measure. Even Jade and Lane start giving him worried looks by the time the tents are being set up under the oak trees and the caterer starts puttering about the house, setting up for the wedding that is only days away.

Adam becomes increasingly short with him and suddenly the tabloids are full of pictures of Adam entering and exiting clubs late at night, looking drunk and unhappy with someone new hanging off his arm every night. Kris stops reading them because it hurts too much and he wonders why he's letting Adam trample all over him.

Three days before the wedding Kris breaks his exile to pick up Cale and Charles at the airport and the tabloids explode with pictures of Kris and Cale hugging. Adam calls from wherever he is at the moment (Kris didn't even look at the last t-shirt) to give Kris an earful and the whole thing turns into an argument that ends with Kris throwing his phone at the wall.

The next day Adam calls off the wedding and Kris finally breaks. He feels as if he's so deeply under water that he can't even breathe and he refuses to talk to anyone, laying prostate on his bed staring up at the ceiling. Through Lane, Adam assures Kris that he's still going to help save the winery and Kris hates himself for it, but he doesn't even care. He feels as if his heart's been ripped out of his chest and right now losing the winery doesn't even register on his personal heartbreak scale. Somewhere in this gigantic clusterfuck of a wedding Kris fell in love with Adam and now he won't ever get to tell him.

He can hear people moving about the house, the sound of their voices muted, as if they're trying not to disturb him. He imagines Jade's collecting all of her files from the dining room, throwing them into the back of her green VW Beetle and driving away for what will be the last time. The thought reverberates through his chest with a pang - somehow Jade and her quirky sense of humor have become synonymous with the wedding in his mind, and no more Jade truly means no more wedding.

He wants to call Adam, reason with him, but Adam's voice when he dropped the news was so impassionate, as if he didn't even care, and Kris just can't bring himself to hear that again. If this wedding, if Kris, really means that little to Adam, begging won't make the slightest difference. He thinks about getting up, but that would mean facing everyone, reading the pity on their faces, and he just can't do it. He wonders if the news has broken yet, if the entire world is feasting on his heartbreak and the very thought makes him feel as if he might be sick.

Squeezing his eyes shut he rolls over on his side, pulling his legs up to his chest. He thinks about times past, about Adam and Idol. He remembers hugging Adam goodbye before leaving the mansion, he remembers making their shoes kiss and how he had thought that maybe Adam meant more to him than he should. For the first time he lets the floodgates to the past open fully and in the maelstrom of memories that pours out only one thing really stands out to him - he fell in love with Adam way before he should have.

*

Kris doesn't leave his room until the middle of the night, sneaking into the kitchen to force down a dry piece of toast before grabbing a bottle of scotch and heading out to the vineyard. The tents are still erected and lines of chairs face an arch of white timber that won't ever be used. In Jade's sketches of the set, the arch is twined with leaves and flowers, and Kris supposes he'll never know what that looks like in real life.

His limbs feel heavy as he walks up the aisle with the bottle of scotch dangling from his fingers, legs not quite taking his direction. Then they stop working all together because Adam steps out through the arch. Adam looks wrecked, pale and hollowed out, in jeans that were probably once skinny but now hang off his hips, and a too-small bright blue t-shirt that boasts My Boyfriend Went To NYC And All I Got Was This Lousy T-shirt.

"Nice shirt," Kris whispers, licking his lips.

"I bought it for my fiancé, but I'm a dumbass and broke up with him," Adam answers.

Kris laughs, ignoring the hysteric edge to it and starts walking again. "What a coincidence," he says, twisting the cap of the whiskey bottle. "My fiancé dumped me just two days before our wedding. He's kind of a dumbass too."

Kris takes a swig from the bottle as he walks the last few steps up to the arch, holding it out for Adam. Adam slips it from his fingers and takes a healthy swig, grimacing as it goes down.

"So why do you think your fiancé dumped you?" he asks.

Kris shrugs, sliding down to sit with his back to one of the pillars that support the arch. It wobbles slightly with his weight, but the pressure evens out when Adam slides down to sit across from him.

"He's an idiot," Kris finally says.

"Yeah," Adam says wryly. "He really is."

"Why do you think my fiancé broke up with me?" he asks, taking another mouthful of whiskey.

Adam reaches for the bottle and drinks before answering. "He freaked out," he says, turning his head to look down the aisle.

"Why?" Kris asks softly, sliding his fingers over Adam's as he grabs the bottle. The whiskey settles heavy and warm in his stomach and he can feel his face heating up with the alcohol.

Adam sighs, looking back at Kris. "I lied to you," he says. He chuckles completely without mirth and stretches his legs out to the side of Kris. "I don't need to get married to save my fucking record contract; I don't need to get married at all."

"So why this?" Kris asks, throwing his hand out in a wide gesture. "Why this elaborate charade if you were just planning on dumping me all along? What did I ever do to hurt you?"

"Fuck," Adam says, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

He slams his head back against the pillar, making the entire construction wobble precariously.

"I didn't do it to hurt you," he says. "I wasn't planning on dumping you at all, but I just couldn't go through with it, knowing it was all just a clever set up."

"A set up? A set up for what?" Kris almost shouts, because he just wants to understand.

"For you to fall in love with me," Adam shouts back and in the deafening silence after his words they just stare at each other.

Kris's head spins and his heart races and he doesn't think he can blame it on the alcohol, not even a little bit.

"You… What? Why?"

"Shit," Adam says, grabbing the bottle again and taking a few long pulls. He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth and snorts. "You really have no idea, do you?"

Kris shakes his head, because he's pretty sure he's never been so confused in his life.

"You're perfect for me," Adam says, flailing a little. "Just look at you… you're… amazing."

"You could have just asked me out on a date," Kris says weakly, stealing the bottle back from Adam.

"Would you have said yes?" Adam asks, looking as if the thought had never even occurred to him.

"I don't know," Kris says. "Probably, yeah. I said yes when you fucking proposed didn't I?"

"To save the winery," Adam retorts.

"No," Kris admits, looking down at his sneakers. "Because I wanted to. I know you… If I'd turned you down and asked for the money, you would have given it to me, but I still said yes because…"

"Why?" Adam asks, scrambling up on his hands and knees, crawling closer.

"Because you're kind of perfect for me," Kris finishes weakly. "Maybe I wanted to be the unassuming Prince Charming in your personal soap opera."

He finally looks up to find Adam staring at him from just inches away, eyes huge and shiny. Kris remembers again, every time they hugged, every time they kissed, every late night conversation they ever had, every inane text message Adam sent him while Kris was keeping vigil in the hospital waiting to know if his dad would survive, every laugh they ever shared. He remembers and he wants more than he's ever wanted anything in his entire life.

"Kristopher Neil Allen," Adam murmurs, voice shaky and uncertain. "Will you marry me?"

Kris feels light headed and his heart stutters in his chest. He looks deeply into Adam's eyes and sees nothing there but Adam. He should say no, because they're doing this all backwards, but maybe that's the way they have to be. Maybe that's the only way they can be. Adam's face is just beginning to fall when Kris finally finds his voice.

"Yes," he answers, exhilarated and scared witless, pushing himself up and closer. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."

Adam shuts him up with a kiss and then another one and another until they topple over sideways landing on the ground in a laughing tangle. Kris still doesn't fully understand and he hasn't quite forgiven Adam for breaking his heart, but he figures they have the rest of their lives to figure it out.

"Fuck," Adam says, sobering slightly. "We have to tell Jade before she cancels everything."

Kris blinks, reaching up to touch Adam's cheek. "If she did, I guess we'll just have to elope," he murmurs and Adam kisses him again, and again, and again, until Kris sees black spots dancing before his eyes. He can't remember right now why he was so scared of being alone with Adam, because Adam's weight on top of him, pressing him into the ground, feels just right, and when Adam shifts, rubbing up against him, his breath gets stuck in his throat and he arches up without meaning to.

"Fuck," Adam murmurs, mouthing kisses all over Kris's face. "Fuck… you're so… I love you."

Kris laughs, breathless and delighted. "I love you, too," he answers, arching up to claim another kiss from Adam's lips. "I love you, too."

Adam slides his hand in under Kris's t-shirt, raking his fingers up Kris's chest and Kris lets out a startled moan, heart banging hard against his ribcage. Of course that's when someone turns on the lights, flooding the space underneath the arch with sudden brightness.

"Oops," Adam says, sounding way too cheerful, and he grins so widely his jaw seems unhinged. "Busted."

Adam's make up is a mess, eyeliner smeared around his eyes and foundation flaking off his face. Yet Kris thinks he's never been more beautiful, never been more perfect.

"Kris? Are you… Oh."

Kris's mom looks very imposing from Kris's perspective and he's pretty sure his blush extends to his knees.

"Hi mom," he says, winding his fingers in the back of Adam's shirt to keep him in place when Adam makes a move to get up. He does not want to give his mom an eyeful of his erection even if her presence is making it wilt at an alarming speed. He's pretty sure Adam can feel it too, because he laughs suddenly giving Kris a mischievous look.

"I hate you," Kris says solemnly, finally letting Adam up so that he can sit up himself, dusting his clothes off ineffectually.

"No you don't," Adam answers smugly.

Kris realizes when he staggers to his feet to face his mother's amused smile that maybe he’s drunk a little more than he should have considering he’s only eaten a dry piece of toast all day, and on cue his stomach rumbles. Kim chuckles and shakes her head.

"Why don't you come inside and I'll make you something to eat," she says, looking from one to the other.

"That would be amazing Mrs. Allen," Adam says politely, reaching out for Kris's hand.

Kris grabs it and holds on tight, and even if he wanted to he doesn't think he could stop smiling.

"I take it the wedding is back on," Kim says dryly as she walks before them towards the house.

"Yeah," Kris says, moving closer to Adam. "It is."

"I suppose it's a good thing I told Jade to not cancel anything then," she says blithely, turning around to wink at them when they both stop dead in their tracks. "What?" she asks innocently. "I'm a mother. I know things."

Adam lets out a startled laugh and Kris's smile gets even wider. "I love you, mom," he says.

"Of course you do, honey," she responds. "Of course you do."

*

Afterwards Kris can't remember much of the two days leading up to the ceremony. He vaguely recalls there being a bachelor party, where he might have sung karaoke until his voice gave out in between bouts of texting with Adam. For convenience sake (that is, the friends they share from Idol) Adam's and Kris's bachelor parties were both held at the Mondrian at the same time, just in different locales, and the people spilling back and forth (which ended up being everyone if the photos of Kris and Tommy dancing on a table is anything to judge by) were more than happy to bring news about what the other was doing (this is how Kris knows about the strippers because Adam did so not tell him about the strippers).

By the end of the night Kris was wearing Adam's jacket, two of his rings, a boa and eyeliner, while Adam got away with Kris's plaid shirt, one of his bracelets and for some reason his belt. The party-goers were more than happy to oblige in this little game of Turn Each Groom Into The Other, as they took things from room to room, and groom to groom. Cale assures Kris it was the best party ever and Kris supposes he would know since the bastard spent most of the night hanging with Adam's people, only occasionally returning to Kris to share some interesting tidbit of information, or to steal another of Kris's friends.

Most of the time though Kris just feels as if he's floating on top of it all, elated, scared and so in love he doesn't know how to think straight. He spends his time glommed to Adam's side, unwilling to let him out of his sight for long enough to even go to the bathroom. Adam seems to feel the same way and the third time Kris is found waiting for Adam in the hallway outside the bathroom door and is shamed into leaving, Adam nearly throws a hissy fit before he finds Kris again, hugging him hard and desperate as if they were parted for days instead of mere minutes.

Kris is sure they're bringing amusement to the entire household and Lee, the wedding photographer who is also covering the last minute preparations (probably for some kind of photo spread Kris can't remember ), snaps so many pictures that he starts complaining about hard drive space halfway through the first day. It's eerie, like something out of a fairy tale, and for two whole days Kris can't stop smiling.

*

Kris wakes up way too early the day of the wedding, before the sun has even made its way over the treetops, but he's instantly wide awake in a way that means more sleep is not on the program. He looks over the edge of the bed at Adam, who's sleeping on a mattress on the floor. The sight of him makes Kris smile and he folds his hands under his chin, settling in for a moment of creepy staring. Sleeping on the floor was Adam's idea - they couldn't bear to be parted even just overnight, but Adam's very adamant about waiting until the wedding night and apparently he doesn't trust himself around Kris.

Kris thinks it's sweet. He didn't have Adam figured for the kind of guy that cares about that sort of thing, which makes him think Adam's doing it because he thinks Kris is that kind of guy and that just makes him feel all gooey inside. He used to be that kind of guy once, or maybe he liked to fool himself into thinking he was, so that he wouldn't have to think too hard about the fact that he was just not that interested in having sex with his fiancée. He doesn't think he's that kind of guy any more, the thought of having sex with Adam is still huge and scary, but it also fills him with a kind of longing want that Kris supposes other, more worldly, people might call being horny.

Adam sleeps on his back, limbs sprawled out spilling over the edge of the mattress, and the covers have slid down to reveal the sleek curve of his stomach and a tantalizing strip of skin where his t-shirt has ridden up. Kris thinks about sliding off the bed and snuggling up close, slipping his fingers over that bare piece of skin. The thought is enough have him half hard and he flushes, happy that Adam's asleep and unable to read his mind, because he would be appalled at the lameness of Kris's sexual fantasies.

Adam looks tired, even in his sleep, and Kris has a feeling they'll both be way beyond tired before they can finally relax again in a beach house on the other side of the world. He can't resist dangling a hand over the edge of the bed to push Adam's bangs away from his face. His hair is getting long, he has an appointment to have it cut in a few hours and Kris has fielded a million and one questions about his Adam hair preferences in the last twenty-four hours. He's not sure he actually has a preference, it's just hair, but it's important to Adam so he's been doing his best to come up with truthful opinions.

There's a hairdresser coming for Kris as well, he's been letting his hair grow wild and ragged in the last few months and apparently you can't get married looking like that. When he asked Adam for an opinion, Adam supplied him with a picture. Adam really is a lot more helpful when it comes to these things than Kris.

"What are you doing up?" Adam murmurs without opening his eyes, turning his head into Kris's hand.

"Couldn't sleep," Kris answers, feeling a bit silly for having been caught in the act of appreciating.

Adam blinks his eyes open, smiling softly. "Nervous?"

Kris shrugs. "Not yet, I don't think."

Adam scoots over, clearing a space next to him. "Come here," he says, patting the mattress beside him. "It's way too early to be up."

Kris is more than happy to oblige, curling up with his head on Adam's chest. His fingers find the slip of skin he was looking at earlier and he hums with contentment, letting his eyes slide shut.

"I love you," Adam murmurs, already half asleep, and Kris hums again trying to convey that he agrees.

Adam's chest is solid under his cheek and Adam smells like all the good things in the world. He falls back to sleep between one heartbeat and the next, despite the fact that he was wide awake just minutes ago, hand still open over Adam's skin.

*

Ten minutes before the wedding Kris is very grateful for his early morning snuggle time with Adam because he's hardly seen him since and he is freaking out all over the place. He's at the point where he thinks he needs a date with a quiet dark room and a paper bag, but there's just not enough time for him to have a panic attack.

"Hold still," Jade growls when Kris starts fidgeting for the millionth time and he freezes letting her finish the task of pinning a flower just right to his lapel.

His suit is black, shiny and really damned tight. Coupled with the skinny black tie it makes him feel as if he can't breathe.

"There you go," Jade finally says and Kris fidgets a little just because he can. "You're looking good."

Kris sucks in a harsh breath glancing at himself in the mirror. He looks as if he's just about to get married and that's enough to send him into another fit of nervous fidgeting. What if Adam changed his mind again? What if he won't be there in five minutes when Kris walks out of this room?

"Are you all set?" Cale asks, sticking his head into the room. He catches sight of Kris and does a double take, whistling between his teeth. "Man, you look like hot stuff."

Kris fidgets some more, rubbing his fingers over the slick black nail polish on his right thumb. Adam painted it this morning saying he wanted Kris to carry a little piece of Adam with him. Kris thought it was unbearably cute at the time, now it's the only thing keeping him sane.

"C’mon then," Cale says, and Jade gives Kris's shoulder one last squeeze that ends with a little push in the right direction.

Kris sucks in a breath and follows after Cale, mind racing and heart pumping. In an hour he'll be a married man. Cale leaves Kris just inside the patio doors and Kris spends half a minute trying to breathe through a panic attack, then Brad leads Adam into the room to stand next to him and just like that Kris can breathe again, reaching out blindly for Adam's hand. Adam grabs it and holds it tight while they wait for their cue.

"You sure?" Adam asks when the first strands of their wedding song ring out from the makeshift chapel.

"Yes," Kris answers, squeezing Adam's fingers.

"Thank God," Adam mutters, making Kris smile and glance at him for the first time.

Adam looks amazing. His hair is shorter, framing his face with streaks of blue and green and standing at attention over the top of his head, spiky and tinted with just a touch of glitter. Kris didn't know that was what he wanted, but judging by the sudden tendril of want going through his loins, Adam made the right choice about his hair.

"Move," Jade says, coming up behind them. "You're about to miss your cue."

Adam laughs, winking at Kris, and together they start the trek towards the wedding party and the white arch. Kris’s heart picks up speed and his hand gets sweaty and gross where it's holding onto Adam's, but Adam doesn't seem to mind, pacing himself to keep in time with Kris. Cameras start flashing, almost blinding them, when they turn up the aisle, but Adam keeps them moving, used to the sudden flashes of bright light by now, and this isn't strangers hoping for a story, this is friends and family watching the beginning of an all-new soap opera - one where the hero is unassuming, but marries a rockstar anyway.

He looks up at Allison, absolutely magnificent in her dark blue bridesmaid dress, and notices the way her eyes shine while she sings. He squeezes Adam's fingers and bumps their shoulders together. This is it.

They reach the arch just in time for the last clinging note of the song to ring out and in the silence that follows Kris can hear someone blow their nose. Kris lets himself take it all in, Cale, Brad, Daniel and Neil standing off to one side looking dapper in their grey suits and Allison, Katy, Alisan, and Danielle lined up on the other, the flowing lines of their matching dresses reminding him of the ocean. In the middle stands the judge, somber but smiling in his dark robes and when he finally starts talking, Kris blanks out.

He knows that at same point he must have sad his vows, because his throat feels parched as if he's been talking forever, and he remembers Adam saying his with tears shining in his eyes and a quiver in his voice. Both their hands tremble when they exchange rings and the kiss feels like finally coming home. He remembers laughing delighted and loud when people started showering them with glitter and he remembers Adam pulling him in and kissing his mouth making everyone laugh with them.

He remembers the party in disjointed snatches. Matt, Allison, Anoop and Megan up on the stage singing, friends from a past life that's no longer in the past but only just beginning. Dancing with Adam, and his mom, everyone else in the entire party, and then Adam again, slower and closer, holding on tight. He remembers cutting the cake, his fingers tangled with Adam's but he can't for the life of him recall what it tasted like (which means the two days it took to make a decision about it were completely wasted).

It feels almost as if he's floating on top of it all, watching it from afar and reality doesn't set in again until they’re stuffed into the back of a limo heading for the airport and the house they rented in Greece.

"You know what," Adam murmurs, pressing Kris into the seat and moving to rest on top of him. "We really should have planned this better."

Kris chuckles weakly, digging his fingers into Adam's back. "I don't think I'm ever going to recover from the amount of planning that went into this thing."

Adam mouths a line of kisses down Kris's neck, making Kris arch up against him. "But we'll be spending our wedding night on a plane," Adam whines, carefully opening the tiny buttons of Kris's shirt and pushing it open. Kris's tie nearly strangles him before Adam manages to get it off, making him laugh breathlessly.

"About that," Kris breathes, pressing a kiss against Adam's ear. "I'm a virgin."

Adam sits up so suddenly he knocks his head against the ceiling. "You're kidding me," he says, voice reaching a higher pitch than Kris thought even Adam was capable of. "That's it. We're taking a later flight."

"Don't be ridiculous," Kris says, shrugging out of the suit jacket and the shirt, carefully putting his sparkling cufflinks to the side. "We're not cancelling our flights to have sex."

He moves his hands to work on the belt that he really didn't need considering the indecently tight fit of his suit pants, pulling it open before wriggling out of the pants. Adam zeros in on his black boxer briefs and groans, deep in his throat.

"You've got to be kidding me," he says, burying his head in his hands.

Kris looks down on himself and the shameless tenting of said boxers, but he hardly thinks it was the erection that got to Adam. It was probably the careful embroidery around the elastic that says Property of Adam Lambert-Allen. They were a wedding gift from Cale and the look in Adam's eyes when he peeks out between his fingers makes it worth the slight embarrassment of actually wearing them.

"That's it," Adam says, voice low and feral. "We're having sex right here."

Kris doesn't get the time to protest before Adam is upon him, tongue in Kris's mouth and one hand palming Kris's erection in a way that's probably illegal in several states. He barely has time to gurgle his appreciation before Adam's on the floor manhandling Kris's legs up on his shoulders. Adam looks up with a wicked smile, as he carefully peels the boxers down to rest below Kris's balls.

"All things considered," he says blithely. "I don't think this will take very long."

It doesn't. Kris barely has time to register hot, wet, tight, oh my fucking god, please, god, Adaaaam before he's coming down Adam's throat. He blushes down to his navel, flails around with his arms and tries to remember how to breathe, while Adam sits back on his haunches and smacks his lips, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

Kris pours himself down from the seat landing squarely in Adam's lap and winds his arms around the back of Adam's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Adam tastes like him and it's enough to send a shiver down his spine. Maybe Adam's ridiculous idea has some merit after all.

"Fuck," Adam groans, working a hand in between. "Baby, I got to… Oh yeah…"

Kris pulls away enough to rest his forehead against Adam's, looking down between them where Adam's pulling his rock hard cock out of his suit pants. It's huge and Kris starts to feel faint, reaching down quickly to pull his boxers up so it won't be as easy to compare. He's been around Adam long enough to know what he prefers (really they covered that during their first ever conversation) and the thought of that thing going there is enough to make him see black spots dancing before his eyes.

"Oh hey," Adam says. "Kris… baby… what are you… Oh… oh."

Adam eases him down on the floor gently, sliding on top of him again to give him another kiss.

"I would never hurt you," he murmurs, mouth whisper soft against Kris's. "Never."

"I trust you," Kris says bravely, pulling his legs up to accommodate Adam's bulk.

"Oh," Adam says again, pressing his lips to Kris's ear. "We're not doing that here, sweetie. We'll work up to it, okay? I'll make you feel so good."

"But I want it to be good for you, too," Kris protests, sliding one of his hands in between them to touch.

Adam shudders. "Oh fuck," he moans. "Believe me… it will be."

Kris knows how to do this, at least. The angle is weird, and Adam's bigger than him, but he doesn't think it matters with the way Adam's pants into his skin, tiny breathless little moans escaping his full lips.

"Yeah," he groans. "Oh God… Yeah… That's it. You're so good baby… You're so perfect… I'm gonna…"

It's almost a surprise when Adam comes, his semen painting Kris's stomach with stripes of white, and Kris shudders with him, claiming Adam's mouth in a breathless kiss. Adam carefully keeps his weight off Kris's body, probably trying to save the suit, and Kris kind of misses being pressed into the floor. Adam lifts his head to look out the window and chuckles.

"We have about five minutes to get ready," he says, giving Kris another kiss.

"Okay," Kris says, feeling cold all of a sudden when Adam sits back on his haunches.

He looks down on the mess of his chest and then up at Adam again. Adam's busy struggling out of his suit so he quickly dips a finger into Adam's come and tastes it. Adam tastes like him, a little saltier maybe, and while it's not exactly tasty it's not bad either.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Kris, don't do that," Adam says and when Kris looks up, finger still in his mouth, Adam's staring at him.

Kris flushes and pulls his finger out of his mouth, acutely embarrassed all of a sudden. Maybe there's something in the gay sex etiquette book that says you don't taste people's come unless you're blowing them. Adam should have gotten him a copy to read on the flight.

"Sorry," he murmurs, averting his gaze carefully. It's been like five hours and he already sucks at being married.

"No," Adam says, grabbing his arm to pull him up and into a kiss, stealing his own taste out of Kris's mouth. "Not don't do that ever," he murmurs. "Just don't fucking do that now when I can't spread you out on a bed and make love to you for hours…" He pulls back to look at Kris. "Unless you changed your mind."

Kris laughs, blushing a little deeper if only because apparently he's a bit ridiculous. "I'm not sure I have the stamina for hours," he mutters, blushing even more since he doesn't even have the stamina for five minutes which Adam already proved.

"God, I love you," Adam responds.

Kris smiles a little wryly, scrubbing at the back of his neck. "Just you wait," he says darkly. "I bet the cute and bewildered act gets old really fast."

"Just get dressed, Kris." Adam pecks him on the lips and ruffles his hair. "Our five minutes are down to like thirty seconds and we don't really want to traumatize the driver, do we?"

Kris looks out the window to realize that they are indeed turning up towards the terminal and that finally gets him moving, snagging his travelling clothes out of the duffel bag while Adam produces baby wipes from somewhere that Kris uses to scrub the come off his chest. He manages to wriggle into his jeans and t-shirt with seconds to spare. Adam takes a little longer, futzing with his hair and making sure his boots are tied up just right.

"You look good," Kris assures him, slipping his feet into his sneakers and grabbing for his shoulder bag.

"You married me, you have to say that," Adam responds and Kris grins at him, rubbing his thumb over the platinum band on his ring finger.

"Yeah, I guess I really did."

The car stops outside the terminal and flashes start going off outside. They opted to not try to avoid the paparazzi at this point since it would just lead to a lot of unnecessary hassle.

Adam sucks in a deep breath and pockets his mirror. "You ready?” he asks, reaching out to take Kris's hand.

Kris looks through the tinted windows at the chaos outside. He can see people's mouths moving but the sound doesn't reach into the car.

"As ready as I'm ever going to be."

Adam reaches up and knocks on the window separating them from the driver and moments later the door opens to let in the flashes of cameras and the cacophony of noise outside. Kris follows Adam, still holding on tight to his hand, and puts on his best smile for the paparazzi. The shouts reach an almost deafening level, but he tunes them out following Adam's lead.

One question penetrates though and he turns his head to look at the reporter, giving her a blinding smile.

"Are you happy?" she repeats, sticking a mike in his face.

"Yes," Kris answers simply. "I really, really am."

The End

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