Third Wheel
Title: Third Wheel
Author: pennilesspoet17
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Adam/OC, Adam/Kris
Wordcount: 1,744
Summary: He was sure Adam wanted nothing more than for Kris to be out of his house, so that Adam could enjoy his time with William without a third wheel hovering in the corner of the room.
Author's note: This is one long, rambly, messy thing. Just so you know.
Kris Allen was not one to take out his frustrations on other people.
People often commented on his laid-back, easy going nature, and very few people had ever seen Kris truly upset. It wasn’t that Kris never got upset - he just chose to vent his frustrations by doing things; exercising, gardening, cooking.
He’d actually been cooking a lot lately.
Adam had commented on it the other day, after Kris had thrown together a four-course dinner (on a Wednesday night) for them.
All of them. Including William.
Will, or William as Adam called him, was a Scottish choreographer that Adam had met on the last leg of his last European tour. The two had been attached at the hip (in more ways than one) ever since, and now William had moved into their house.
Well. Adam’s house. Kris was just...a pathetic, divorced roommate who was too chicken to do anything about his confusing feelings, so he just continued to over-stay his welcome (he knew Adam was far too nice to actually kick him out) even though he’d now been divorced for over a year. He knew he should get his own place, but he just couldn’t bring himself to move out of the comfort and familiarity of Adam’s home.
Money was never the issue. The issue was that, a year ago, when Kris and Katy finally made their long separation official, Kris was a bit of a wreck. And when Adam had discovered Kris alone on his kitchen floor, in the middle of the day, three sheets to the wind and far too thin, he had swung into action, moving Kris out of his dark, depressing apartment and into his guest room. Adam had healed Kris’s broken heart, and in the process, Kris had fallen in love with his friend.
Confused and scared, Kris sat on his feelings, and settled into a comfortable, happy life with Adam. He felt at home here, and Adam seemed more than happy to have him.
Which was why Kris was so shocked when Adam came home with William in tow. At first, it had been easy for Kris to convince himself that William’s stay was only temporary; after all, he’d only arrived with one suitcase. And a suitcase meant temporary.
But a few weeks later, a truck pulled up with more of William’s things, and Adam started making room in his bedroom, and the living room, and the kitchen for all of these new, foreign things, and it started to become painfully clear to Kris that all of these things were starting to crowd him out. Kris really hated William.
In all fairness, William seemed like a really nice guy, and seemed to really like Adam a lot. And Adam definitely seemed to like William, because Kris never really saw much of Adam anymore, unless William was there with him. He missed his alone-time with Adam; he missed being able to bounce ideas off of him, and tell him funny stories about his day. He missed being able to commiserate with him about the insanity of the paparazzi, and the fans, and the fame.
But Kris never let these frustrations show; that wasn’t his way. He would find other ways to vent his frustrations. The garden was immaculate; Adam was starting to complain about how much food there always was (Kris thought he needed to chill out on the damn dieting anyway); and Kris was in fantastic shape now that he exercised nearly every day of the week.
But he was miserable. And he had a pretty bad poker face.
Adam was actually the one who noticed Kris scowling at William one night, and called him out on it. Kris lied, and said he wasn’t actually scowling at William; he was just deep in thought, and was looking in that general direction. He could tell that Adam saw through the lie, but he apparently didn’t care enough to pursue it, because he simply walked away from Kris, and pointedly ignored Kris for the rest of the evening.
It was then that Kris knew he had to either make his move, or move.
He let a week go by, and finally managed to work up the nerve to say something to Adam. He had a speech all prepared, and even had crib notes in his back pocket. But as he walked into the kitchen to confront Adam, he saw that the latter was deep in conversation with William, and that his eyes were lit up in a way that they never were for Kris. Adam was in love. And Kris would be a really bad friend if he messed that up.
He moved out while Adam and William were in New York. Adam was there for a press tour; William, Kris assumed, was there for “moral support”. It didn’t take Kris long to move his things out of Adam’s house; He was actually stunned and saddened to note how little the house changed without his things; without his presence. It seemed like everything had changed when William had moved in. Kris supposed that that was the difference between sharing a space with someone, and sharing a life with someone.
He didn’t look back after he placed the key on the table in the foyer; suitcase in hand (suitcases really do mean temporary), Kris walked out of Adam’s house (he would never refer to it as ‘Adam and William’s house’) leaving nothing behind.
A week later, he was awaken in the middle of the night by a rather incessant pounding on his hotel room door. Grunting, he pushed on his glasses and glanced at the clock - 3:15AM. He briefly wondered if the building was on fire, and that prompted him to open the door without checking to see who was on the other side.
Adam was on the other side, looking murderously angry. He pushed past Kris, and stormed into the room without a word. Kris had no choice but to close the door and follow.
It took him a full minute to comprehend what Adam was yelling at him about. He ranted on about ‘coming back from New York to find Kris gone, with no word as to where and why’. Kris was confused as to why Adam was so mad. He was sure Adam wanted nothing more than for Kris to be out of his house, so that Adam could enjoy his time with William without a third wheel hovering in the corner of the room. He said as much to Adam, but that only seemed to get the latter more worked up. Kris felt his own frustration grow, and, since he hadn’t properly vented his frustrations for over a week, it was inevitable that Kris would eventually lose his temper.
The reason Kris Allen was so even tempered was because he knew, that on those rare occasions when he did lash out, he lost complete control over what came out of his treacherous mouth. It seemed that he was incapable of being dishonest when his brain frazzled and his emotions took over. He really did not like losing his temper.
He was sure Adam had never seen him yell. Adam had seen him at his lowest, but even in the post-divorce haze, he had never raised his voice. So when Kris raised his voice to Adam that night, Adam’s blue eyes widened, and his jaw literally dropped. He stood in stunned silence as Kris’s mouth took control, and yelled at Adam for being amazing, for being there like no one else had been, and for making it impossible for Kris to avoid falling in love with him. He yelled at Adam for falling in love with someone else, and for waking him in the middle of the night, even though he had missed him like crazy.
When Kris finally stopped yelling, the room seemed far too quiet. Kris forced himself to look up. Adam’s eyes were closed, and there was a thin trail of what might have been a tear tracking its way down Adam’s full, perfect face. Kris had no delusions. He knew that he had successfully blown their friendship to hell. With nothing left to lose, he pushed forward, and kissed Adam’s plump, freckled lips. Adam froze in place; he didn’t respond, but he didn’t push Kris away. Kris didn’t know whether to be thrilled or mortified. When he finally pulled away from Adam, his courage waned, and he simply backed away, moving swiftly until his back and head connected with the wall.
He heard someone apologizing. Over and over, a whispered, ‘I’m sorry’ filled the room. Kris finally realized that it was him saying the words, and that Adam was looking at him as though he were seeing him for the first time. He felt warm wet tears slide down his cheek; felt the apologies die on his lips. The room was silent again, and Kris wanted nothing more than for the floor to open up underneath him. He closed his eyes.
When he opened them, Adam was standing directly in front of him, still looking shell shocked (but at least he wasn’t angry anymore). Kris felt a large, warm hand on his cheek. He held his breath. Waited for the other shoe to drop. Waited to hear Adam declare his love for William. Waited to hear how Adam was going to heal his broken heart this time. Adam leaned forward, and pressed his lips to his. Kris wrapped himself around Adam, in an effort to keep him there forever. Adam’s tongue slid into Kris’s mouth, and Kris was lost. Adam pulled away, but Kris refused to let go.
When Kris moved his things back into Adam’s house, he couldn’t help but to notice how well they seemed to fit. Adam’s house became Adam and Kris’s house, and anyway, that was how Adam had always thought of it.
Author: pennilesspoet17
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Adam/OC, Adam/Kris
Wordcount: 1,744
Summary: He was sure Adam wanted nothing more than for Kris to be out of his house, so that Adam could enjoy his time with William without a third wheel hovering in the corner of the room.
Author's note: This is one long, rambly, messy thing. Just so you know.
Kris Allen was not one to take out his frustrations on other people.
People often commented on his laid-back, easy going nature, and very few people had ever seen Kris truly upset. It wasn’t that Kris never got upset - he just chose to vent his frustrations by doing things; exercising, gardening, cooking.
He’d actually been cooking a lot lately.
Adam had commented on it the other day, after Kris had thrown together a four-course dinner (on a Wednesday night) for them.
All of them. Including William.
Will, or William as Adam called him, was a Scottish choreographer that Adam had met on the last leg of his last European tour. The two had been attached at the hip (in more ways than one) ever since, and now William had moved into their house.
Well. Adam’s house. Kris was just...a pathetic, divorced roommate who was too chicken to do anything about his confusing feelings, so he just continued to over-stay his welcome (he knew Adam was far too nice to actually kick him out) even though he’d now been divorced for over a year. He knew he should get his own place, but he just couldn’t bring himself to move out of the comfort and familiarity of Adam’s home.
Money was never the issue. The issue was that, a year ago, when Kris and Katy finally made their long separation official, Kris was a bit of a wreck. And when Adam had discovered Kris alone on his kitchen floor, in the middle of the day, three sheets to the wind and far too thin, he had swung into action, moving Kris out of his dark, depressing apartment and into his guest room. Adam had healed Kris’s broken heart, and in the process, Kris had fallen in love with his friend.
Confused and scared, Kris sat on his feelings, and settled into a comfortable, happy life with Adam. He felt at home here, and Adam seemed more than happy to have him.
Which was why Kris was so shocked when Adam came home with William in tow. At first, it had been easy for Kris to convince himself that William’s stay was only temporary; after all, he’d only arrived with one suitcase. And a suitcase meant temporary.
But a few weeks later, a truck pulled up with more of William’s things, and Adam started making room in his bedroom, and the living room, and the kitchen for all of these new, foreign things, and it started to become painfully clear to Kris that all of these things were starting to crowd him out. Kris really hated William.
In all fairness, William seemed like a really nice guy, and seemed to really like Adam a lot. And Adam definitely seemed to like William, because Kris never really saw much of Adam anymore, unless William was there with him. He missed his alone-time with Adam; he missed being able to bounce ideas off of him, and tell him funny stories about his day. He missed being able to commiserate with him about the insanity of the paparazzi, and the fans, and the fame.
But Kris never let these frustrations show; that wasn’t his way. He would find other ways to vent his frustrations. The garden was immaculate; Adam was starting to complain about how much food there always was (Kris thought he needed to chill out on the damn dieting anyway); and Kris was in fantastic shape now that he exercised nearly every day of the week.
But he was miserable. And he had a pretty bad poker face.
Adam was actually the one who noticed Kris scowling at William one night, and called him out on it. Kris lied, and said he wasn’t actually scowling at William; he was just deep in thought, and was looking in that general direction. He could tell that Adam saw through the lie, but he apparently didn’t care enough to pursue it, because he simply walked away from Kris, and pointedly ignored Kris for the rest of the evening.
It was then that Kris knew he had to either make his move, or move.
He let a week go by, and finally managed to work up the nerve to say something to Adam. He had a speech all prepared, and even had crib notes in his back pocket. But as he walked into the kitchen to confront Adam, he saw that the latter was deep in conversation with William, and that his eyes were lit up in a way that they never were for Kris. Adam was in love. And Kris would be a really bad friend if he messed that up.
He moved out while Adam and William were in New York. Adam was there for a press tour; William, Kris assumed, was there for “moral support”. It didn’t take Kris long to move his things out of Adam’s house; He was actually stunned and saddened to note how little the house changed without his things; without his presence. It seemed like everything had changed when William had moved in. Kris supposed that that was the difference between sharing a space with someone, and sharing a life with someone.
He didn’t look back after he placed the key on the table in the foyer; suitcase in hand (suitcases really do mean temporary), Kris walked out of Adam’s house (he would never refer to it as ‘Adam and William’s house’) leaving nothing behind.
A week later, he was awaken in the middle of the night by a rather incessant pounding on his hotel room door. Grunting, he pushed on his glasses and glanced at the clock - 3:15AM. He briefly wondered if the building was on fire, and that prompted him to open the door without checking to see who was on the other side.
Adam was on the other side, looking murderously angry. He pushed past Kris, and stormed into the room without a word. Kris had no choice but to close the door and follow.
It took him a full minute to comprehend what Adam was yelling at him about. He ranted on about ‘coming back from New York to find Kris gone, with no word as to where and why’. Kris was confused as to why Adam was so mad. He was sure Adam wanted nothing more than for Kris to be out of his house, so that Adam could enjoy his time with William without a third wheel hovering in the corner of the room. He said as much to Adam, but that only seemed to get the latter more worked up. Kris felt his own frustration grow, and, since he hadn’t properly vented his frustrations for over a week, it was inevitable that Kris would eventually lose his temper.
The reason Kris Allen was so even tempered was because he knew, that on those rare occasions when he did lash out, he lost complete control over what came out of his treacherous mouth. It seemed that he was incapable of being dishonest when his brain frazzled and his emotions took over. He really did not like losing his temper.
He was sure Adam had never seen him yell. Adam had seen him at his lowest, but even in the post-divorce haze, he had never raised his voice. So when Kris raised his voice to Adam that night, Adam’s blue eyes widened, and his jaw literally dropped. He stood in stunned silence as Kris’s mouth took control, and yelled at Adam for being amazing, for being there like no one else had been, and for making it impossible for Kris to avoid falling in love with him. He yelled at Adam for falling in love with someone else, and for waking him in the middle of the night, even though he had missed him like crazy.
When Kris finally stopped yelling, the room seemed far too quiet. Kris forced himself to look up. Adam’s eyes were closed, and there was a thin trail of what might have been a tear tracking its way down Adam’s full, perfect face. Kris had no delusions. He knew that he had successfully blown their friendship to hell. With nothing left to lose, he pushed forward, and kissed Adam’s plump, freckled lips. Adam froze in place; he didn’t respond, but he didn’t push Kris away. Kris didn’t know whether to be thrilled or mortified. When he finally pulled away from Adam, his courage waned, and he simply backed away, moving swiftly until his back and head connected with the wall.
He heard someone apologizing. Over and over, a whispered, ‘I’m sorry’ filled the room. Kris finally realized that it was him saying the words, and that Adam was looking at him as though he were seeing him for the first time. He felt warm wet tears slide down his cheek; felt the apologies die on his lips. The room was silent again, and Kris wanted nothing more than for the floor to open up underneath him. He closed his eyes.
When he opened them, Adam was standing directly in front of him, still looking shell shocked (but at least he wasn’t angry anymore). Kris felt a large, warm hand on his cheek. He held his breath. Waited for the other shoe to drop. Waited to hear Adam declare his love for William. Waited to hear how Adam was going to heal his broken heart this time. Adam leaned forward, and pressed his lips to his. Kris wrapped himself around Adam, in an effort to keep him there forever. Adam’s tongue slid into Kris’s mouth, and Kris was lost. Adam pulled away, but Kris refused to let go.
When Kris moved his things back into Adam’s house, he couldn’t help but to notice how well they seemed to fit. Adam’s house became Adam and Kris’s house, and anyway, that was how Adam had always thought of it.