Gotta Be Good
Title: Gotta Be Good
Author: pennilesspoet17
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, schmoop, mild angst, holiday cliches
Type: Future!Fic, AU
Word count: 1,243
Summary: Excuse me while I kiss this guy.
Notes: This is silly and only sort of Christmassy in that there is mistletoe at some point.
The title is taken from the holiday song of the same name. Happy Holidays!
One of the things that Adam loves best about Kris is how totally laid back he is.
Adam is a ball of energy; always moving, always thinking, always talking. He has ideas to burn, and he has trouble sitting still, even for a moment.
By contrast, Kris is content to simply sit back, and wait for ideas to happen. It isn’t that Kris doesn’t have a mind of his own - the boy can be very stubborn when he wants to be - it’s more that Kris just refuses to let the little things get to him.
Take, for example, Adam’s penchant for kissing random (and not-so-random) boys in front of an audience. When he and Kris had first gotten together, Adam had pulled back on the kissing, so when Kris had asked him why he wasn’t kissing dudes on stage anymore (Don’t people just...expect that from you now?) Adam thought he maybe had the coolest boyfriend ever. So he kept doing it. And Kris kept shrugging it off. And then Adam started wondering if maybe Kris wasn’t jealous of the kissing because he just didn’t care enough to be jealous. (Kris had thrown an apple at him when he’d asked about it.)
At this point in their relationship, Adam knows that Kris knows that no matter who Adam kisses, no one else is taking him home. They love each other, and they trust each other, and there doesn’t need to be anything else.
Which is why Adam is so confused at the moment.
They are in the car, on their way home from a holiday party put on by a friend of a friend, and Adam has a warm, pleasant buzz going. By contrast, Kris’s posture is rigid and closed off, his grip on the steering wheel tight and unyielding. He hasn’t said a word since they left the party, and Adam can’t figure out what it is that has Kris so upset.
(Okay, he might have a little clue. Because Kris hadn’t looked all that thrilled when he’d spotted Adam kissing some skinny guy named Aaron (Ian?) underneath the mistletoe earlier.)
“Are you...mad because I kissed that guy tonight?”
“No.”
“Um. Are you mad because I drank a lot of egg nog?”
“Don’t be stupid, Adam.”
“I’m not being stupid! You won’t tell me why you’re pissed, so I’m trying to think of what I could have possibly done to offend you tonight! Is it...is it my outfit?”
“Just drop it, Adam, okay?” Kris sighs as they pull into their driveway. He throws the car into park and kills the engine, and is out of the car and in the house before Adam can even unbuckle his seatbelt. (Okay, maybe he really did have too much egg nog.)
Adam finds Kris upstairs, going through his nightly ablutions stiffly and quickly. Adam plops down on the bed with a heavy sigh.
“This is about Ian, isn’t it?” Adam says loudly into the bathroom, “I didn’t use half the tongue I use on Tommy; so I don’t really get what the deal is.”
Kris appears in the doorway a moment later, wearing flannel sleep pants and a white v neck that is about three sizes too big for him. He looks less angry, and more melancholy and resigned, and Adam really hates that, because it’s so much easier to fight with Kris when he’s mad. Adam can’t handle seeing Kris sad.
“Kris--”
“Can we drop it? It’s no big deal, okay? I know you kiss people all the time.”
“But you...you said it doesn’t bother you. Kris, if it does bother you, you need to tell me, okay?” Adam stands and crosses the room in three large steps, and he grabs Kris’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, and tilts his head up. Kris searches Adam’s eyes for a long minute, brown eyes wide and bright.
“I don’t care about the kiss. Not really, I just--” Kris pulls back then, and folds his arms across his chest. Adam takes the hint, and gives Kris the space he wants.
“I just...I watched the way you looked at him, and the way you...the way you kissed him, and--” Kris shakes his head, and mutters something under his breath.
“What? Kris, come on, please tell me--”
“It’s stupid, and you’re gonna laugh at me.”
“I promise I won’t. Tell me why you’re upset. Please,” Adam steps forward slightly, and tries to look down into Kris’s eyes. Kris doesn’t pull away, but he tenses, and looks down.
“I was jealous. I just...I was.”
“But Kris, we’ve...we’ve talked about this. You said you didn’t care, because you knew that, at the end of it all, I was coming home with you. And I will. Always. You know, that, Baby.”
“I know it’s just...it wasn’t. I wasn’t jealous of Aaron. It was...the kiss.” Kris’s voice dies off at the last word, his eyes distant, as though he is seeing the kiss all over again.
“The kiss? Kris, I don’t understand--”
“I...Adam, I know you love me. I do. It’s just...it’s been a long time since you’ve kissed me like that. Looked at me like that. I guess I just...I don’t know. Miss that you don’t see me like that anymore? Anyway, it’s stupid,” Kris shrugs, and pushes past Adam to walk into the bedroom.
For a moment, Adam is too stunned to move. Kris...he can’t be serious? There’s no way he can’t not know how much Adam loves him. Wants him. All the time. Even two years later, he gets hard just thinking about Kris’s hands. Arms. Neck. Lips.
He spins around, to find Kris slipping silently under the covers of their bed, his eyes downcast and his movement slow and deliberate. Adam takes in the hunched shoulders, and the flushed cheeks, and the trembling hands, and feels like screaming. (Do you know how much I love you? Need you? Want you? You’re everything to me!)
He stalks across the room, and grabs Kris’s bicep, and yanks him off the bed until Kris is standing in front of him, so close he can feel the heat from his flushed skin. He cups Kris’s face in his hands, and tilts his head up, and lets Kris see on his face everything he’s screaming before he descends.
He kisses Kris like he’ll die if he doesn’t (he might). He kisses Kris like he might never get another chance. Lips and teeth and tongue and heat and passion and love and apology and forgiveness. Adam kisses Kris until Kris can’t breathe; until he sees stars.
The thing is, Kris is right; Adam doesn’t kiss Kris like he kissed Ian (Aaron?) tonight. He doesn’t kiss Kris like he kisses Tommy, or Brad, or the random boys who stand near the stage (under the mistletoe) looking shiny and hopeful and desperate.
Adam kisses no one in this world like he kisses Kris.
Author: pennilesspoet17
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, schmoop, mild angst, holiday cliches
Type: Future!Fic, AU
Word count: 1,243
Summary: Excuse me while I kiss this guy.
Notes: This is silly and only sort of Christmassy in that there is mistletoe at some point.
The title is taken from the holiday song of the same name. Happy Holidays!
One of the things that Adam loves best about Kris is how totally laid back he is.
Adam is a ball of energy; always moving, always thinking, always talking. He has ideas to burn, and he has trouble sitting still, even for a moment.
By contrast, Kris is content to simply sit back, and wait for ideas to happen. It isn’t that Kris doesn’t have a mind of his own - the boy can be very stubborn when he wants to be - it’s more that Kris just refuses to let the little things get to him.
Take, for example, Adam’s penchant for kissing random (and not-so-random) boys in front of an audience. When he and Kris had first gotten together, Adam had pulled back on the kissing, so when Kris had asked him why he wasn’t kissing dudes on stage anymore (Don’t people just...expect that from you now?) Adam thought he maybe had the coolest boyfriend ever. So he kept doing it. And Kris kept shrugging it off. And then Adam started wondering if maybe Kris wasn’t jealous of the kissing because he just didn’t care enough to be jealous. (Kris had thrown an apple at him when he’d asked about it.)
At this point in their relationship, Adam knows that Kris knows that no matter who Adam kisses, no one else is taking him home. They love each other, and they trust each other, and there doesn’t need to be anything else.
Which is why Adam is so confused at the moment.
They are in the car, on their way home from a holiday party put on by a friend of a friend, and Adam has a warm, pleasant buzz going. By contrast, Kris’s posture is rigid and closed off, his grip on the steering wheel tight and unyielding. He hasn’t said a word since they left the party, and Adam can’t figure out what it is that has Kris so upset.
(Okay, he might have a little clue. Because Kris hadn’t looked all that thrilled when he’d spotted Adam kissing some skinny guy named Aaron (Ian?) underneath the mistletoe earlier.)
“Are you...mad because I kissed that guy tonight?”
“No.”
“Um. Are you mad because I drank a lot of egg nog?”
“Don’t be stupid, Adam.”
“I’m not being stupid! You won’t tell me why you’re pissed, so I’m trying to think of what I could have possibly done to offend you tonight! Is it...is it my outfit?”
“Just drop it, Adam, okay?” Kris sighs as they pull into their driveway. He throws the car into park and kills the engine, and is out of the car and in the house before Adam can even unbuckle his seatbelt. (Okay, maybe he really did have too much egg nog.)
Adam finds Kris upstairs, going through his nightly ablutions stiffly and quickly. Adam plops down on the bed with a heavy sigh.
“This is about Ian, isn’t it?” Adam says loudly into the bathroom, “I didn’t use half the tongue I use on Tommy; so I don’t really get what the deal is.”
Kris appears in the doorway a moment later, wearing flannel sleep pants and a white v neck that is about three sizes too big for him. He looks less angry, and more melancholy and resigned, and Adam really hates that, because it’s so much easier to fight with Kris when he’s mad. Adam can’t handle seeing Kris sad.
“Kris--”
“Can we drop it? It’s no big deal, okay? I know you kiss people all the time.”
“But you...you said it doesn’t bother you. Kris, if it does bother you, you need to tell me, okay?” Adam stands and crosses the room in three large steps, and he grabs Kris’s chin with his thumb and forefinger, and tilts his head up. Kris searches Adam’s eyes for a long minute, brown eyes wide and bright.
“I don’t care about the kiss. Not really, I just--” Kris pulls back then, and folds his arms across his chest. Adam takes the hint, and gives Kris the space he wants.
“I just...I watched the way you looked at him, and the way you...the way you kissed him, and--” Kris shakes his head, and mutters something under his breath.
“What? Kris, come on, please tell me--”
“It’s stupid, and you’re gonna laugh at me.”
“I promise I won’t. Tell me why you’re upset. Please,” Adam steps forward slightly, and tries to look down into Kris’s eyes. Kris doesn’t pull away, but he tenses, and looks down.
“I was jealous. I just...I was.”
“But Kris, we’ve...we’ve talked about this. You said you didn’t care, because you knew that, at the end of it all, I was coming home with you. And I will. Always. You know, that, Baby.”
“I know it’s just...it wasn’t. I wasn’t jealous of Aaron. It was...the kiss.” Kris’s voice dies off at the last word, his eyes distant, as though he is seeing the kiss all over again.
“The kiss? Kris, I don’t understand--”
“I...Adam, I know you love me. I do. It’s just...it’s been a long time since you’ve kissed me like that. Looked at me like that. I guess I just...I don’t know. Miss that you don’t see me like that anymore? Anyway, it’s stupid,” Kris shrugs, and pushes past Adam to walk into the bedroom.
For a moment, Adam is too stunned to move. Kris...he can’t be serious? There’s no way he can’t not know how much Adam loves him. Wants him. All the time. Even two years later, he gets hard just thinking about Kris’s hands. Arms. Neck. Lips.
He spins around, to find Kris slipping silently under the covers of their bed, his eyes downcast and his movement slow and deliberate. Adam takes in the hunched shoulders, and the flushed cheeks, and the trembling hands, and feels like screaming. (Do you know how much I love you? Need you? Want you? You’re everything to me!)
He stalks across the room, and grabs Kris’s bicep, and yanks him off the bed until Kris is standing in front of him, so close he can feel the heat from his flushed skin. He cups Kris’s face in his hands, and tilts his head up, and lets Kris see on his face everything he’s screaming before he descends.
He kisses Kris like he’ll die if he doesn’t (he might). He kisses Kris like he might never get another chance. Lips and teeth and tongue and heat and passion and love and apology and forgiveness. Adam kisses Kris until Kris can’t breathe; until he sees stars.
The thing is, Kris is right; Adam doesn’t kiss Kris like he kissed Ian (Aaron?) tonight. He doesn’t kiss Kris like he kisses Tommy, or Brad, or the random boys who stand near the stage (under the mistletoe) looking shiny and hopeful and desperate.
Adam kisses no one in this world like he kisses Kris.