Fanfic! Home is....where? (1/?)
Holy cow, Kradam cured my 5 year writer's block :D It's clearly a gift from the gods.
So, I seem to be starting a chapter-ey thing, and I have no idea where it's going to go; Though it's probably going to be smutty *coughcough*
Title: Home is...Where? (1/?)
Author: Ellelee
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Raiting: Pg-13 (will change in later chapters) Just some through-the-clothes gropage
Summary: A day back home causes Kris some confusion, and returning to the mansion doesn't make it any better.
A.N.: Am I the only one who could picture Adam listening to music from Dance Dance Revolution?
The train's gone and I am standing alone
I think of you and wonder if you think of me too
I'm back to the town that I was born in
to think of my life and to start it over with you
Kris doesn't know the song, or the singer, but somehow it had gotten it's way wormed into his head when he'd accidentally taken Adam's ipod home with him instead of his own. The rapid beat seemed to punctuate the words, drilling them into his brain as he leaned against the door of the limo taking him home. Sure, there were cameras everywhere, filming him all the time. But after the months of being in the idol bubble he had finally learned how to tune them out and actually think.
He was home.
But it sure didn't feel like home. It was the same sun and open spaces he had left behind. And as the car pulled up to his home that he shared with his wife, and all the people gathered around, he felt like a visitor, about to step out into a crowd of strangers. When his father hugged him and he cried, half of it was because the feeling of belonging he'd always had here seemed to be gone.
Hugs seemed to come from everyone. The cheers were deafening. His home had never been anything but quiet before. A quiet he had always enjoyed. Empty space he'd enjoyed. In such a small town, he doubted he'd ever get that quiet he'd loved so much.
He embraced his wife, his best friend, the girl he'd known for years, had loved for years, and for a moment he didn't feel anything. He had missed her. Of course he had missed her. She was his wife and he loved her. But those solid, obvious feelings weren't as quick to come.
What was wrong with him? Was it some sort of jet lag. Or maybe it was that damn chirpy song that was twisting about in his brain, almost tauntingly. He was home, dammit, and all he wanted was to go back to LA, back to the mansion. Back to....to what?
He was just tired and disoriented. That had to be it. He nearly laughed at the relief of the thought. Of course he was disoriented, he'd been away from home for months. It was no wonder it all felt weird. Once all this was done, he would come home, and everything would be fine.
Well, unless he won. Then he'd probably have to go on tour, and stay in LA to record and all that stuff...but that was ridiculous. There was no way that was going to happen. Even he knew Adam had the competition in the bag. Hell, he was one of Adam's biggest fans, and couldn't wait to buy his album himself. All things considered, this coming week would probably be his last. Then he'd do the talk shows, stick around for the finale, and come home, and everything would go back to normal.
Convinced of that, Kris forced himself to relax and enjoy the brief trip home. It really was amazing that so many people were supporting him. Cared about him. In a town that had always been so small, he'd always felt small in it. To become so famous was surreal to him.
So he put on a big, dopey grin; because he hadn't yet found out how to grin without looking dopey, and slung an arm around his wife, kissing her soundly on the cheek as he let out a delighted laugh. Well damn, he was famous. He was going to enjoy every minute of it. Because come the end of the day, he'd be on a plane back to LA, and back to work.
Back to....whatever.
`Cause you know we've been in a maze of love
and we are losing control to get away
here I am walking on the hill in this town
like in my childhood that seems like yesterday
He never thought he'd be happy to get on an airplane before. Before all of this had started, he was pretty sure he'd hated them. But he thought of the couple hours of rest he could get, without screaming fans, and people chanting his name. How did people do this for a living and not go deaf?
Sighing heavily, he slumped in his seat as he heard the engines fire up, knowing soon he would be safe and home and....oh, that didn't sound right. He really was thinking of the mansion as his home, and that was probably not a good thing. But he was too tired to worry about it at the moment. He'd probably been shuffled all over the state of Arkansas over the course of the day, and his fingers throbbed from playing his guitar all day. An exhausted part of his brain never wanted to play the blasted thing again.
The plane gave a jerk, taking off, and he felt his stomach give a funny little flop before it settled again. On his first plane trip, when he'd gone abroad as a missionary, he'd had to tuck his head between his knees and whimper like a little girl. So this was a vast improvement. With a huff, he dragged a hand through his short, fluffy bangs, that showed his constant need to play with them, no matter what the stylist did. Adam called it one of his 'dirty little habits' before telling him he should take better care of his hair. The thought made him smile. As if a guy who was willing to color his hair any color of the rainbow, or several colors of it, if reports of those internet photos were to be believed, had any right to talk to him about pampering his hair. And who knew what half the stuff he put on it in the morning was. Just the sight of those jars surrounding Adam's sink made him terrified.
Had it really only been a day since he had been there, seen Adam, and Danny too, he thought, because it made him feel guilty to forget about the other man in the mansion. It felt like it had been ages now. Oddly, he could barely remember the hug and kiss Katy had given him before he'd gotten on the plane. But he could clearly remember the huge hug, and the playful pat on the ass Adam had given him when they had parted ways.
Of course, he'd never been patted on the ass before, so that might be one of the reasons it stuck out in his memory so clearly. And being hugged by someone nearly a whole head taller than him was a baffling experience.
The plane leveled out and the warning lights went off, so Kris dug around in his duffel bag, digging out Adam's ipod, pulling the headphones on. A little music, recline his seat, and he'd probably be able to get in a good little nap. And Adam seemed to have a bazillion songs on the thing, most of which the southern boy had never even heard off.
Which made it all the more baffling when he turned it on that the first song that played was that damn tune that had been in his head all day. And why was a song so perky and bubbly when it wasn't even a happy song? Or was it? Hell if he could tell.
If you were here with me, you could feel the way I do now
If you were here with me, you could see what I am looking for now
It would have been nice if Adam could have seen it all, he thought, frowning a little to himself. Adam had become something like a brother over the course of the months. A very affectionate brother, but a brother all the same. Was he really missing him already, after just a day apart?
And seriously, how lame was he, analyzing himself over a ridiculously perky song that he didn't even know?
Annoyed, he hit the skip button on the music player, letting it shuffle through the million and a half songs Adam had apparently collected.
Oh great, another perky song, he thought, huffing as he slumped back in his seat, determined to sleep. It was no wonder Adam was so cheerful if this was all he listened to, he grumbled, then relaxed a little when the perky beat became something more sultry, and the singing started. Then he nearly jumped out of his seat, a jolt running down his spine.
As soon as he heard the words, he could see the slightly sneering, slightly flirty face singing it. He didn't have to look at the song information to know it was one of Adam's, and he got an odd little shiver listening to his roommate sing about sex, and his inability to not tell everyone about it.
Adam Lambert certainly was shameless, but even the sexually themed song seemed to have Adam's general good humor and that odd cadence in the man's voice that always made him sound like he was on the verge of laughing. He had to snicker at it, and he made a mental note to rib his roommate about it later.
Relaxing into his seat, he finally managed to relax and drift off, it not occurring to him that thinking of seeing Adam probably shouldn't have made him so comfortable or happy. Not when the thought of seeing his wife and family had only made him feel awkward and stilted.
It was Adam's voice in his ear again when he woke up as the plane started it's descent and the warning came on, advising him to turn off his electronic devices. This time it was his Ring of Fire that had sparked so much debate early on in the finals. Absently Kris wondered as he stretched and turned the device off, why Adam enjoyed listening to his own voice so much. But figured it was just another of the man's oddities. Like how he managed to turn a simple country song into vocal sex. Just the thought of attempting to sing a song that way made him flush from head to toe.
Looking out his window he could see the city below, all lights and sparkle and smog. Like a clouded diamond, he thought then felt ridiculous for it. God, Adam's romantic streak was rubbing off on him. He just didn't think about stuff that way. No normal person did.
Shaking his head, and determined not to think of Adam yet again lest he begin to wonder if he was some sort of mooning puppy, and wouldn't that be a laugh, he straightened in his seat, made sure his things were all together, and waited as the plane landed.
Forty minutes later, his car was pulled up to the Idol Mansion, and finally, finally he felt like he was home. Which was not at all a relief since he would probably be leaving again soon. As he pulled his duffel bag out of the backseat, a heavy weight threw itself at his back nearly sending him toppling over.
"What the hell?" He yelped, a thick arm coming around his neck, catching him in something of a headlock. The jewelry and nail polish gave the assailant's identity away immediately. "Adam, get the hell off me!"
A musical laugh echoed in his ear and he got a shiver. He couldn't help the grin that tugged at his lips, even as he struggled to get the larger man off of him. This was the feeling he hadn't had when he'd gone home. This was the feeling he'd been missing.
But he was still going to kill the jackass if he didn't let him go already.
"But I missed you." The voice, all but giggling in his ear, made him think of a child. Everything about Adam was childlike, except for that completely unfair sexuality he always seemed to exude, like it pumped out of his pores. Seeing the man from a distance, or on television, he'd never think he'd be so large. It was a little discomfiting.
"That doesn't mean you can jump me before I'm even in the house." He complained, struggling against the hold, which was now more of a hug, both of Adam's arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely.
"This hardly counts as jumping you." Adam huffed, his breath ruffling Kris' hair, but the man was close, very close and very much in his personal space. All but pressed against his back. Kris could feel the heat coming off the larger man's body, seeping through both their closing. "But now that you mention it...." That happy, childlike voice was gone, and it was something of a seductive purr that should have sounded very wrong in his ear, coming from his best friend and roommate. So why did it send tremors down his spine?
"Adam..." He tried for a warning tone, but it came out as more of a squeak. For god's sake, they were outside the mansion where anyone could see, and who knew where the driver was.
"Ever done it in the back of a limo?"
Beet red, Kris finally ducked out of Adam's hold, elbowing the older man in the stomach for good measure before retreating. He felt far too hot and far too flustered. Sure, the man was probably just teasing with him. But still...
"Since you missed me so much, you can take my things up for me." He panted a little, completely failing at trying to sound composed.
It was just a joke, he told himself, fleeing into the safety of the mansion. Just a joke.
Stepping into the mansion was something like coming up for air after spending just a couple seconds too long underwater. Relief, wonderful relief, with just those clawing edges of panic underneath. He wasn't sure how he was going to cope when he had to leave for good.
Shaking the depressing thought free, he headed up towards his room, wanting a shower and a little more rest before they had to get ready for whatever torturous schedule they had.
He ran into Danny on the way up, and they had a discussion of their trips home. The other older man seemed a little more misty and sentimental than normal, and he had to smile. He knew at least one of them was going to be very happy to finally go home. He couldn't help feeling guilty that he might not be so happy. Somehow they rerouted themselves to the kitchen, sitting down with drinks and some crappy rice cakes that they were stuck with instead of potato chips. Adam somehow managed to sneak food in, but he still hadn't figured out where his roommate hid it.
As he finally dragged himself up to his room, he had to wonder why Adam hadn't seemed all misty and choked up. What had his homecoming been like? Curious, he entered their room, and saw his bag laid out on his bed, wide open, and Adam was laid out beside it, fidgeting with his ipod.
"Looks like we got mixed up." Adam noted, and Kris nodded, wondering why the sight of Adam on his bed was so disconcerting, and why it made his bed look so small. Shifting out of his shoes, he neatly toed them off at the foot of his bed.
"Yeah, noticed that on the flight out. You like some seriously weird stuff."
Rather than be offended, the theater prodigy just sprawled out, right there on Kris' bed, looking for all the world like he owned it. Relenting to his fate, Kris just sat down on Adam's bed instead.
"What can I say, I'm moody. And I like to have something to listen to for every mood." He chuckled, and it was the goofy Adam back, rather than the strange, sexual one that had been two steps away from molesting him outside.
Relieved, Kris grinned. This was what he was used to.
"Considering how many songs are on that thing, you'd have to be pretty damn moody. Is it that time of the month?"
He was rewarded with a quick laugh from his roommate, and his own grin widened at the sound. He was home, and it was going to suck like hell when he had to leave. When he had to go back to real life.
"Ohh, someone's feeling catty." Adam laughed, rolling onto his stomach to face him, that wicked sparkle in his eye that he always had. "What's the matter, did you catch the wife with the milkman?"
Rather than be offended, Kris let out a soft snort, unable to help himself. It was almost impossible to take anything Adam said as anything other than a joke.
"No...it was...unreal. All those people were there for me. They wanted to see me, to hear me. It was...incredible." He let out a giddy laugh. It was still all sinking in. "I think there were more people there than actually live in Conway. Hell, then actually live in Arkansas!" Grinning widely, he looked at Adam. "What about you? Going home must have been a riot."
Adam surprised him when he just shrugged a little. "Eh, you know. It was like I remembered. Though I managed to convince them to let me go by the theater I used to perform in. So that was pretty cool. Oh, and some girl took her top off and rushed me at the high school." Adam laughed, but Kris frowned a little, somewhat baffled.
Just pretty cool? Sure, Adam was a California native, but shouldn't it have been a bit more exciting? Then he remembered that San Diego wasn't Adam's home. Just where he went to school. L.A. was where all his friends were.
It seemed like a bit of a raw deal to him, and he got up, moving over to his own bed to sit down next to Adam, laying out on his back. "A couple of times I'd wished you were there with me. It would have been one hell of a laugh, seeing you in Conway. They wouldn't have known what to do with you." He chuckled, amused at the image. And delighted when it drew a genuine laugh out of Adam.
"Oh, that would have been rich." The older man chuckle, looking down at Kris with an inscrutable gaze that made him blink, then made him shiver as it trailed down his body, to where his shirt had just started to ride up his side. "What about you, do you know what to do with me?"
Once again Kris felt himself flushing from head to toe, feeling pinned under that startling blue gaze. The fact that they were both right there on his bed only made it a little more unsettling, and he felt like he had no where to run. He struggled to remind himself that Adam was just teasing him, the way he always did. But there was nothing teasing about that stare.
"Right now, you need to be neutered." He choked out, sparking a chuckle from Adam, that was low and sultry, rather than the usual bright bubbly sound. Adam had been right, he was moody.
"You gonna do that yourself?" Adam's voice was low, and the larger man leaned over him, making it hard for Kris to breathe. He didn't seem to know what to say to that, and nearly squeaked when Adam took one of his hands, guiding it towards him, towards his pants, towards his....
Kris' eyes went painfully wide when his hand was suddenly pressed against the front of Adam's too-tight pants that rarely left anything to the imagination. He could feel the heat radiating from underneath, too hot, and his breath caught in his throat.
"If you're gonna neuter me, you're gonna have to start here." Adam's voice was playfully seductive, and Kris could only stare at him, completely baffled, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't even put together the brain cells necessary to pull his hand away.
Then he felt that hot bulge beneath his hand shift, grow, and the panic kicked in, sending him rushing from his bed to the bathroom so fast that he didn't even remember fleeing. The next thing he new was he was in the bathroom, the door locked behind him, gasping for breath.
THAT was not a freaking joke.
So, I seem to be starting a chapter-ey thing, and I have no idea where it's going to go; Though it's probably going to be smutty *coughcough*
Title: Home is...Where? (1/?)
Author: Ellelee
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Raiting: Pg-13 (will change in later chapters) Just some through-the-clothes gropage
Summary: A day back home causes Kris some confusion, and returning to the mansion doesn't make it any better.
A.N.: Am I the only one who could picture Adam listening to music from Dance Dance Revolution?
The train's gone and I am standing alone
I think of you and wonder if you think of me too
I'm back to the town that I was born in
to think of my life and to start it over with you
Kris doesn't know the song, or the singer, but somehow it had gotten it's way wormed into his head when he'd accidentally taken Adam's ipod home with him instead of his own. The rapid beat seemed to punctuate the words, drilling them into his brain as he leaned against the door of the limo taking him home. Sure, there were cameras everywhere, filming him all the time. But after the months of being in the idol bubble he had finally learned how to tune them out and actually think.
He was home.
But it sure didn't feel like home. It was the same sun and open spaces he had left behind. And as the car pulled up to his home that he shared with his wife, and all the people gathered around, he felt like a visitor, about to step out into a crowd of strangers. When his father hugged him and he cried, half of it was because the feeling of belonging he'd always had here seemed to be gone.
Hugs seemed to come from everyone. The cheers were deafening. His home had never been anything but quiet before. A quiet he had always enjoyed. Empty space he'd enjoyed. In such a small town, he doubted he'd ever get that quiet he'd loved so much.
He embraced his wife, his best friend, the girl he'd known for years, had loved for years, and for a moment he didn't feel anything. He had missed her. Of course he had missed her. She was his wife and he loved her. But those solid, obvious feelings weren't as quick to come.
What was wrong with him? Was it some sort of jet lag. Or maybe it was that damn chirpy song that was twisting about in his brain, almost tauntingly. He was home, dammit, and all he wanted was to go back to LA, back to the mansion. Back to....to what?
He was just tired and disoriented. That had to be it. He nearly laughed at the relief of the thought. Of course he was disoriented, he'd been away from home for months. It was no wonder it all felt weird. Once all this was done, he would come home, and everything would be fine.
Well, unless he won. Then he'd probably have to go on tour, and stay in LA to record and all that stuff...but that was ridiculous. There was no way that was going to happen. Even he knew Adam had the competition in the bag. Hell, he was one of Adam's biggest fans, and couldn't wait to buy his album himself. All things considered, this coming week would probably be his last. Then he'd do the talk shows, stick around for the finale, and come home, and everything would go back to normal.
Convinced of that, Kris forced himself to relax and enjoy the brief trip home. It really was amazing that so many people were supporting him. Cared about him. In a town that had always been so small, he'd always felt small in it. To become so famous was surreal to him.
So he put on a big, dopey grin; because he hadn't yet found out how to grin without looking dopey, and slung an arm around his wife, kissing her soundly on the cheek as he let out a delighted laugh. Well damn, he was famous. He was going to enjoy every minute of it. Because come the end of the day, he'd be on a plane back to LA, and back to work.
Back to....whatever.
`Cause you know we've been in a maze of love
and we are losing control to get away
here I am walking on the hill in this town
like in my childhood that seems like yesterday
He never thought he'd be happy to get on an airplane before. Before all of this had started, he was pretty sure he'd hated them. But he thought of the couple hours of rest he could get, without screaming fans, and people chanting his name. How did people do this for a living and not go deaf?
Sighing heavily, he slumped in his seat as he heard the engines fire up, knowing soon he would be safe and home and....oh, that didn't sound right. He really was thinking of the mansion as his home, and that was probably not a good thing. But he was too tired to worry about it at the moment. He'd probably been shuffled all over the state of Arkansas over the course of the day, and his fingers throbbed from playing his guitar all day. An exhausted part of his brain never wanted to play the blasted thing again.
The plane gave a jerk, taking off, and he felt his stomach give a funny little flop before it settled again. On his first plane trip, when he'd gone abroad as a missionary, he'd had to tuck his head between his knees and whimper like a little girl. So this was a vast improvement. With a huff, he dragged a hand through his short, fluffy bangs, that showed his constant need to play with them, no matter what the stylist did. Adam called it one of his 'dirty little habits' before telling him he should take better care of his hair. The thought made him smile. As if a guy who was willing to color his hair any color of the rainbow, or several colors of it, if reports of those internet photos were to be believed, had any right to talk to him about pampering his hair. And who knew what half the stuff he put on it in the morning was. Just the sight of those jars surrounding Adam's sink made him terrified.
Had it really only been a day since he had been there, seen Adam, and Danny too, he thought, because it made him feel guilty to forget about the other man in the mansion. It felt like it had been ages now. Oddly, he could barely remember the hug and kiss Katy had given him before he'd gotten on the plane. But he could clearly remember the huge hug, and the playful pat on the ass Adam had given him when they had parted ways.
Of course, he'd never been patted on the ass before, so that might be one of the reasons it stuck out in his memory so clearly. And being hugged by someone nearly a whole head taller than him was a baffling experience.
The plane leveled out and the warning lights went off, so Kris dug around in his duffel bag, digging out Adam's ipod, pulling the headphones on. A little music, recline his seat, and he'd probably be able to get in a good little nap. And Adam seemed to have a bazillion songs on the thing, most of which the southern boy had never even heard off.
Which made it all the more baffling when he turned it on that the first song that played was that damn tune that had been in his head all day. And why was a song so perky and bubbly when it wasn't even a happy song? Or was it? Hell if he could tell.
If you were here with me, you could feel the way I do now
If you were here with me, you could see what I am looking for now
It would have been nice if Adam could have seen it all, he thought, frowning a little to himself. Adam had become something like a brother over the course of the months. A very affectionate brother, but a brother all the same. Was he really missing him already, after just a day apart?
And seriously, how lame was he, analyzing himself over a ridiculously perky song that he didn't even know?
Annoyed, he hit the skip button on the music player, letting it shuffle through the million and a half songs Adam had apparently collected.
Oh great, another perky song, he thought, huffing as he slumped back in his seat, determined to sleep. It was no wonder Adam was so cheerful if this was all he listened to, he grumbled, then relaxed a little when the perky beat became something more sultry, and the singing started. Then he nearly jumped out of his seat, a jolt running down his spine.
As soon as he heard the words, he could see the slightly sneering, slightly flirty face singing it. He didn't have to look at the song information to know it was one of Adam's, and he got an odd little shiver listening to his roommate sing about sex, and his inability to not tell everyone about it.
Adam Lambert certainly was shameless, but even the sexually themed song seemed to have Adam's general good humor and that odd cadence in the man's voice that always made him sound like he was on the verge of laughing. He had to snicker at it, and he made a mental note to rib his roommate about it later.
Relaxing into his seat, he finally managed to relax and drift off, it not occurring to him that thinking of seeing Adam probably shouldn't have made him so comfortable or happy. Not when the thought of seeing his wife and family had only made him feel awkward and stilted.
It was Adam's voice in his ear again when he woke up as the plane started it's descent and the warning came on, advising him to turn off his electronic devices. This time it was his Ring of Fire that had sparked so much debate early on in the finals. Absently Kris wondered as he stretched and turned the device off, why Adam enjoyed listening to his own voice so much. But figured it was just another of the man's oddities. Like how he managed to turn a simple country song into vocal sex. Just the thought of attempting to sing a song that way made him flush from head to toe.
Looking out his window he could see the city below, all lights and sparkle and smog. Like a clouded diamond, he thought then felt ridiculous for it. God, Adam's romantic streak was rubbing off on him. He just didn't think about stuff that way. No normal person did.
Shaking his head, and determined not to think of Adam yet again lest he begin to wonder if he was some sort of mooning puppy, and wouldn't that be a laugh, he straightened in his seat, made sure his things were all together, and waited as the plane landed.
Forty minutes later, his car was pulled up to the Idol Mansion, and finally, finally he felt like he was home. Which was not at all a relief since he would probably be leaving again soon. As he pulled his duffel bag out of the backseat, a heavy weight threw itself at his back nearly sending him toppling over.
"What the hell?" He yelped, a thick arm coming around his neck, catching him in something of a headlock. The jewelry and nail polish gave the assailant's identity away immediately. "Adam, get the hell off me!"
A musical laugh echoed in his ear and he got a shiver. He couldn't help the grin that tugged at his lips, even as he struggled to get the larger man off of him. This was the feeling he hadn't had when he'd gone home. This was the feeling he'd been missing.
But he was still going to kill the jackass if he didn't let him go already.
"But I missed you." The voice, all but giggling in his ear, made him think of a child. Everything about Adam was childlike, except for that completely unfair sexuality he always seemed to exude, like it pumped out of his pores. Seeing the man from a distance, or on television, he'd never think he'd be so large. It was a little discomfiting.
"That doesn't mean you can jump me before I'm even in the house." He complained, struggling against the hold, which was now more of a hug, both of Adam's arms wrapped around his shoulders loosely.
"This hardly counts as jumping you." Adam huffed, his breath ruffling Kris' hair, but the man was close, very close and very much in his personal space. All but pressed against his back. Kris could feel the heat coming off the larger man's body, seeping through both their closing. "But now that you mention it...." That happy, childlike voice was gone, and it was something of a seductive purr that should have sounded very wrong in his ear, coming from his best friend and roommate. So why did it send tremors down his spine?
"Adam..." He tried for a warning tone, but it came out as more of a squeak. For god's sake, they were outside the mansion where anyone could see, and who knew where the driver was.
"Ever done it in the back of a limo?"
Beet red, Kris finally ducked out of Adam's hold, elbowing the older man in the stomach for good measure before retreating. He felt far too hot and far too flustered. Sure, the man was probably just teasing with him. But still...
"Since you missed me so much, you can take my things up for me." He panted a little, completely failing at trying to sound composed.
It was just a joke, he told himself, fleeing into the safety of the mansion. Just a joke.
Stepping into the mansion was something like coming up for air after spending just a couple seconds too long underwater. Relief, wonderful relief, with just those clawing edges of panic underneath. He wasn't sure how he was going to cope when he had to leave for good.
Shaking the depressing thought free, he headed up towards his room, wanting a shower and a little more rest before they had to get ready for whatever torturous schedule they had.
He ran into Danny on the way up, and they had a discussion of their trips home. The other older man seemed a little more misty and sentimental than normal, and he had to smile. He knew at least one of them was going to be very happy to finally go home. He couldn't help feeling guilty that he might not be so happy. Somehow they rerouted themselves to the kitchen, sitting down with drinks and some crappy rice cakes that they were stuck with instead of potato chips. Adam somehow managed to sneak food in, but he still hadn't figured out where his roommate hid it.
As he finally dragged himself up to his room, he had to wonder why Adam hadn't seemed all misty and choked up. What had his homecoming been like? Curious, he entered their room, and saw his bag laid out on his bed, wide open, and Adam was laid out beside it, fidgeting with his ipod.
"Looks like we got mixed up." Adam noted, and Kris nodded, wondering why the sight of Adam on his bed was so disconcerting, and why it made his bed look so small. Shifting out of his shoes, he neatly toed them off at the foot of his bed.
"Yeah, noticed that on the flight out. You like some seriously weird stuff."
Rather than be offended, the theater prodigy just sprawled out, right there on Kris' bed, looking for all the world like he owned it. Relenting to his fate, Kris just sat down on Adam's bed instead.
"What can I say, I'm moody. And I like to have something to listen to for every mood." He chuckled, and it was the goofy Adam back, rather than the strange, sexual one that had been two steps away from molesting him outside.
Relieved, Kris grinned. This was what he was used to.
"Considering how many songs are on that thing, you'd have to be pretty damn moody. Is it that time of the month?"
He was rewarded with a quick laugh from his roommate, and his own grin widened at the sound. He was home, and it was going to suck like hell when he had to leave. When he had to go back to real life.
"Ohh, someone's feeling catty." Adam laughed, rolling onto his stomach to face him, that wicked sparkle in his eye that he always had. "What's the matter, did you catch the wife with the milkman?"
Rather than be offended, Kris let out a soft snort, unable to help himself. It was almost impossible to take anything Adam said as anything other than a joke.
"No...it was...unreal. All those people were there for me. They wanted to see me, to hear me. It was...incredible." He let out a giddy laugh. It was still all sinking in. "I think there were more people there than actually live in Conway. Hell, then actually live in Arkansas!" Grinning widely, he looked at Adam. "What about you? Going home must have been a riot."
Adam surprised him when he just shrugged a little. "Eh, you know. It was like I remembered. Though I managed to convince them to let me go by the theater I used to perform in. So that was pretty cool. Oh, and some girl took her top off and rushed me at the high school." Adam laughed, but Kris frowned a little, somewhat baffled.
Just pretty cool? Sure, Adam was a California native, but shouldn't it have been a bit more exciting? Then he remembered that San Diego wasn't Adam's home. Just where he went to school. L.A. was where all his friends were.
It seemed like a bit of a raw deal to him, and he got up, moving over to his own bed to sit down next to Adam, laying out on his back. "A couple of times I'd wished you were there with me. It would have been one hell of a laugh, seeing you in Conway. They wouldn't have known what to do with you." He chuckled, amused at the image. And delighted when it drew a genuine laugh out of Adam.
"Oh, that would have been rich." The older man chuckle, looking down at Kris with an inscrutable gaze that made him blink, then made him shiver as it trailed down his body, to where his shirt had just started to ride up his side. "What about you, do you know what to do with me?"
Once again Kris felt himself flushing from head to toe, feeling pinned under that startling blue gaze. The fact that they were both right there on his bed only made it a little more unsettling, and he felt like he had no where to run. He struggled to remind himself that Adam was just teasing him, the way he always did. But there was nothing teasing about that stare.
"Right now, you need to be neutered." He choked out, sparking a chuckle from Adam, that was low and sultry, rather than the usual bright bubbly sound. Adam had been right, he was moody.
"You gonna do that yourself?" Adam's voice was low, and the larger man leaned over him, making it hard for Kris to breathe. He didn't seem to know what to say to that, and nearly squeaked when Adam took one of his hands, guiding it towards him, towards his pants, towards his....
Kris' eyes went painfully wide when his hand was suddenly pressed against the front of Adam's too-tight pants that rarely left anything to the imagination. He could feel the heat radiating from underneath, too hot, and his breath caught in his throat.
"If you're gonna neuter me, you're gonna have to start here." Adam's voice was playfully seductive, and Kris could only stare at him, completely baffled, his heart racing in his chest. He couldn't even put together the brain cells necessary to pull his hand away.
Then he felt that hot bulge beneath his hand shift, grow, and the panic kicked in, sending him rushing from his bed to the bathroom so fast that he didn't even remember fleeing. The next thing he new was he was in the bathroom, the door locked behind him, gasping for breath.
THAT was not a freaking joke.