I Just Love You
Title: I Just Love You
Author: glambertfan
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: g (1,080 words)
Disclaimer: I do not own Adam Lambert or Kris Allen. They are people and belong to themselves, 19E, and each other.
Summary: Kris and Adam are married and on tour together. Set a few years in the future.
A/N: I've been lurking around the community for a little while but this is my first post and my first Kradam fic. In fact it's my first fic that isn't Harry Potter, lol. Apologies if the tags are wrong, just lemme know and I'll fix it.
The title is a Five for Fighting song that Adam did a cover of.
I Just Love You
It had been a long day on tour, filled with interviews and appearances, photo-shoots and meetings. Adam wanted nothing more than to melt into the scratchy comforter on the king-sized bed in their over-sized hotel room and fall asleep but Kris, ever the practical one, had insisted they at least order room service before calling it a night. Once he’d had his fill of hotel food Adam sighed and rubbed his tired eyes lazily with his nail polish adorned hand. He would’ve loved to call home, check up on her, but it was late back in L.A. and she would be asleep.
“Could today have been any more jam-packed?” he asked to no-one in particular, though it was Kris who answered.
“I know, right?” he smiled his lazy boy-next-door grin at his husband and sat next to him on the bed. “You were kick awesome today,” he added in a hushed tone, gently running his hand along the older man’s back.
“Thanks, love, you too.” Adam chuckled at Kris’ phrasing and kissed him swiftly before his own lips pulled into a mischievous grin. “Try to watch that weird thing you do with your shoulder, though,” he added in a taunting tone.
“As long as you keep that tongue of yours in your mouth,” Kris quipped back. The two had an on-going taunt about each other’s odd habits while performing.
“Are you sure you want me to keep it in my mouth?” Adam teased, kissing Kris again, deeper this time.
“Ok, maybe not all the time,” he replied, his eyes still closed, trying to hold on to the memory of Adam’s mouth on his own, their tongues intertwining. It had happened hundreds, thousands of times before, and would happen thousands of times again, but Kris wanted to remember each one. The pair sat there, huddled close together on the massive bed, comfortably entangled, for what felt like ages but ended far too soon. Adam’s cell phone vibrated on the nightstand and began playing Bon Jovi’s “Who Says You Can’t Go Home,” breaking the spell the silent hotel room in the middle of the bustling city held over the couple.
Kris, being the closest, launched himself across the bed for the phone. That ring could only mean one thing; something was wrong at home. Every possible scenario ran through their heads in the split second it took the young man to grab the phone and answer it.
“Hello?” he answered, trying to keep the panic in his voice to a minimum. The apprehension and terror etched on Adam’s face, however, was something that was nearly impossible to ignore. If something had happened to her…they would never forgive themselves, especially Adam. She’d begged him not to leave, to stay home for just another week, but he had to leave.
“Daddy?” her voice rang out clear and Kris heaved a sigh of relief that, at the very least, she was still breathing and sounded unharmed. He handed Adam the phone quickly, knowing that he was the one she’d called to speak to.
“Darling it’s late, is everything OK?” the second it took her to respond to his inquiries seemed like a hundred thousand lifetimes. The room was completely silent, save for the erratic heartbeats of the two men and the thundering sound of the second hand, ticking endlessly, torturously forward.
“I…I just love you. I don’t know why, I just do. When are you coming home?” Adam released the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding and silently let Kris know that everything was alright.
“I’m coming home soon, and I just love you, too,” he said into the phone once he’d regained his composure a little. His eyes were wet with tears of fear and rage, anger at himself for leaving her behind when they’d gone on tour. “Go to sleep, honey, I’ll call you in the morning. I promise.”
“Goodnight Daddy,” she said and the phone clicked off. Adam gently placed his phone back on the nightstand where it sat, tauntingly still and silent now.
“She’s OK, Kris,” Adam said, rubbing the tears that Kris hadn't been able to keep at bay away with his thumb as tears of his own, tears of relief and of fear, splashed across the sheets. “She’s OK,” he repeated, quieter, more to reassure himself than anything. The pair inhaled deeply, their shaky breaths mixing and becoming one. Resting his forehead against his lover’s, Adam shut his eyes against all the horrid thoughts that were still intruding on his mind.
“Let’s just wash up and get to bed, it’s been a long day.” Adam nodded and held Kris close to him for a moment before getting up to get ready for bed. Even as he brushed his teeth he couldn’t forget the sense of all-encompassing anguish he’d felt for the brief moment between when the phone rang and when he’d heard her say she was alright. He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the thoughts that were eating away at him. Though they never went away while the couple was apart from their daughter, they were usually more of a soft undertone than a pounding bass line. A quick look at Kris’ face, etched with worry, tear stains still present, let Adam know his partner was thinking the same thing. He padded gently across the massive bathroom, coming up behind the smaller man. He wrapped his large figure around Kris’ smaller one and held him from behind, whispering comforting thoughts in his ear until he felt the tension begin to ebb.
Once they had calmed down significantly if not completely, Adam took Kris’ hand and the couple walked back to the bed. “I love you,” he said, kissing him gently on the forehead.
“I love you, too,” Kris responded, pulling back the covers and getting into bed. Despite the fact that the bed was quite large enough for each of them to have their own space neither seemed to want it, not tonight. They lay in the center of the large bed, arms and legs entangled, clinging desperately to one another, each needing to feel their partner next to them, needing to feel loved and safe. Needing to know that everything really was alright after the scare they’d both received.
That night they both dreamt of nothing more or less than their sweet 4 year old daughter, back home in L.A., and wishing beyond a reason that they could see her when they awoke.
Author: glambertfan
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: g (1,080 words)
Disclaimer: I do not own Adam Lambert or Kris Allen. They are people and belong to themselves, 19E, and each other.
Summary: Kris and Adam are married and on tour together. Set a few years in the future.
A/N: I've been lurking around the community for a little while but this is my first post and my first Kradam fic. In fact it's my first fic that isn't Harry Potter, lol. Apologies if the tags are wrong, just lemme know and I'll fix it.
The title is a Five for Fighting song that Adam did a cover of.
I Just Love You
It had been a long day on tour, filled with interviews and appearances, photo-shoots and meetings. Adam wanted nothing more than to melt into the scratchy comforter on the king-sized bed in their over-sized hotel room and fall asleep but Kris, ever the practical one, had insisted they at least order room service before calling it a night. Once he’d had his fill of hotel food Adam sighed and rubbed his tired eyes lazily with his nail polish adorned hand. He would’ve loved to call home, check up on her, but it was late back in L.A. and she would be asleep.
“Could today have been any more jam-packed?” he asked to no-one in particular, though it was Kris who answered.
“I know, right?” he smiled his lazy boy-next-door grin at his husband and sat next to him on the bed. “You were kick awesome today,” he added in a hushed tone, gently running his hand along the older man’s back.
“Thanks, love, you too.” Adam chuckled at Kris’ phrasing and kissed him swiftly before his own lips pulled into a mischievous grin. “Try to watch that weird thing you do with your shoulder, though,” he added in a taunting tone.
“As long as you keep that tongue of yours in your mouth,” Kris quipped back. The two had an on-going taunt about each other’s odd habits while performing.
“Are you sure you want me to keep it in my mouth?” Adam teased, kissing Kris again, deeper this time.
“Ok, maybe not all the time,” he replied, his eyes still closed, trying to hold on to the memory of Adam’s mouth on his own, their tongues intertwining. It had happened hundreds, thousands of times before, and would happen thousands of times again, but Kris wanted to remember each one. The pair sat there, huddled close together on the massive bed, comfortably entangled, for what felt like ages but ended far too soon. Adam’s cell phone vibrated on the nightstand and began playing Bon Jovi’s “Who Says You Can’t Go Home,” breaking the spell the silent hotel room in the middle of the bustling city held over the couple.
Kris, being the closest, launched himself across the bed for the phone. That ring could only mean one thing; something was wrong at home. Every possible scenario ran through their heads in the split second it took the young man to grab the phone and answer it.
“Hello?” he answered, trying to keep the panic in his voice to a minimum. The apprehension and terror etched on Adam’s face, however, was something that was nearly impossible to ignore. If something had happened to her…they would never forgive themselves, especially Adam. She’d begged him not to leave, to stay home for just another week, but he had to leave.
“Daddy?” her voice rang out clear and Kris heaved a sigh of relief that, at the very least, she was still breathing and sounded unharmed. He handed Adam the phone quickly, knowing that he was the one she’d called to speak to.
“Darling it’s late, is everything OK?” the second it took her to respond to his inquiries seemed like a hundred thousand lifetimes. The room was completely silent, save for the erratic heartbeats of the two men and the thundering sound of the second hand, ticking endlessly, torturously forward.
“I…I just love you. I don’t know why, I just do. When are you coming home?” Adam released the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding and silently let Kris know that everything was alright.
“I’m coming home soon, and I just love you, too,” he said into the phone once he’d regained his composure a little. His eyes were wet with tears of fear and rage, anger at himself for leaving her behind when they’d gone on tour. “Go to sleep, honey, I’ll call you in the morning. I promise.”
“Goodnight Daddy,” she said and the phone clicked off. Adam gently placed his phone back on the nightstand where it sat, tauntingly still and silent now.
“She’s OK, Kris,” Adam said, rubbing the tears that Kris hadn't been able to keep at bay away with his thumb as tears of his own, tears of relief and of fear, splashed across the sheets. “She’s OK,” he repeated, quieter, more to reassure himself than anything. The pair inhaled deeply, their shaky breaths mixing and becoming one. Resting his forehead against his lover’s, Adam shut his eyes against all the horrid thoughts that were still intruding on his mind.
“Let’s just wash up and get to bed, it’s been a long day.” Adam nodded and held Kris close to him for a moment before getting up to get ready for bed. Even as he brushed his teeth he couldn’t forget the sense of all-encompassing anguish he’d felt for the brief moment between when the phone rang and when he’d heard her say she was alright. He shook his head, trying to rid his mind of the thoughts that were eating away at him. Though they never went away while the couple was apart from their daughter, they were usually more of a soft undertone than a pounding bass line. A quick look at Kris’ face, etched with worry, tear stains still present, let Adam know his partner was thinking the same thing. He padded gently across the massive bathroom, coming up behind the smaller man. He wrapped his large figure around Kris’ smaller one and held him from behind, whispering comforting thoughts in his ear until he felt the tension begin to ebb.
Once they had calmed down significantly if not completely, Adam took Kris’ hand and the couple walked back to the bed. “I love you,” he said, kissing him gently on the forehead.
“I love you, too,” Kris responded, pulling back the covers and getting into bed. Despite the fact that the bed was quite large enough for each of them to have their own space neither seemed to want it, not tonight. They lay in the center of the large bed, arms and legs entangled, clinging desperately to one another, each needing to feel their partner next to them, needing to feel loved and safe. Needing to know that everything really was alright after the scare they’d both received.
That night they both dreamt of nothing more or less than their sweet 4 year old daughter, back home in L.A., and wishing beyond a reason that they could see her when they awoke.