fic: The Cute One
Title: The Cute One
Author: fanmouse
Pairing: Kris & Adam friendship
Rating: PG; for a couple of swear words
Disclaimer: This is a product of my imagination. I don’t own any of the people herein mentioned, nor American Idol. Not written for profit and no disrespect intended.
Summary: A look at how Kris’s and Adam’s first conversation in the Idol Mansion may have gone, based on Adam’s confessions in his Rolling Stone interview.
The morning after the Wild Card show, the thirteen finalists were gathered at the foot of the stairs, in the grand entry hall of the Idol Mansion, as Ryan announced the roommate assignments. “Lil and Jasmine [& Jasmine’s mother]; Megan, Alexis, and Allison [& Allison’s mother]; Anoop and Danny; Scott and Jorge; Matt and Michael; Adam and Kris.” As the names were called, looks of joy and anticipation, or horror and confusion masked as joy and anticipation, appeared on everyone’s faces. Ryan continued, “Ladies, if you would head up first with the camera crews. Guys, hang out here, or get something to drink in the kitchen, until it’s your turn.”
As Adam’s thoughts alternated between, Oh shit! They put me with the cute one. That’s going to be distracting! And, Thank the stars! They put me with the laid-back one, the man in question moved toward him with a big smile on his face and his right hand outstretched. “Adam! How awesome is this, man?” They clasped hands, and Kris pulled Adam into a half-hug.
Adam returned the smile and hug, saying, “Way awesome, man!” but thinking, Oh, hell! We’re going to have to talk about exactly what I’m thinking/feeling before this shit gets awkward. But it’s going to have to wait until we are out of earshot of the cameras and the other guys. He continued with, “Let’s get a bottle of water,” and proceeded to the kitchen.
An hour and a half later, they were finally in their spacious, white room (dear Goddess, who decorated this place?), alone, with a half-hour until they were expected back downstairs for soup and sandwiches. Adam hoped everyone else would stay in their own rooms, unpacking or whatever, until then, because he didn’t want to be interrupted, but he thought locking the door at this moment might send the wrong message.
He took a quiet, deep breath. “Hey, Kris?”
“Yeah, Adam,” the other answered absently, while pulling more t-shirts out of his suitcase.
“We need to talk for a minute.”
Kris raised his head and saw Adam … picking at his nail polish …? So he turned completely and sat on the bed next to his suitcase, giving the taller man his full attention.
“What is it?”
Still standing on the far side of his own bed, Adam looked down and then back up at his roommate and started, “I don’t know if this is going to sound ridiculous or horrifying to you, but here goes: I think you’re cute.” Pause. “Is that going to be a problem?” He could feel his heart beating against his ribs. If this is a problem, I am screwed.
Kris’s eyebrows rose as a blush spread across his cheeks. One hand came up to the back of his neck as he responded, “Uh, thanks, man. I think you’re cute, too.”
Adam’s jaw dropped. “Kris!” That was not the response he was expecting, and it kind of threw him off of his plan.
“What? What happened?” Kris looked around as if there was a threat in the room.
Adam shook his head and closed his eyes briefly. “Maybe I missed something,” he said, as he came around the end of his bed and sat on it, facing Kris. “Let’s start at the beginning.”
“A very good place to start,” came sing-songing back to him.
“We are not bringing Julie Andrews into this.” Adam growled.
“How about Judy Garland?” the younger man smirked and then gave innocent eyes.
Adam fell off the bed and rolled on the floor, laughing, at the mention of the gay icon.
Kris slid off his bed and sat on the floor, too. “Oh, Toto! I don’t think we’re in Ar-Kansas anymore,” he offered, in his campiest falsetto.
The Californian laughed so hard tears started to leak out of his eyes. My mascara had better hold up! When he could gain a breath, he gasped out, “Oh. My. God! I thought you were straight!”
Kris was holding his own sides, laughing, when he answered, “Who told you that?”
“Uh … the ring on your left hand?”
“That means ‘married,’ not necessarily ‘straight,’” he choked out. “You’ve heard of Kinsey, right?”
Adam rolled to his side, buried his face between his hands and the carpet, and groaned. He wasn’t sure if this was better or worse.
“What’s wrong? Is this a problem for you?” Kris scooted over and laid a hand on the prone man’s shoulder. Adam shuddered from head to toe at the warm touch. Kris drew his hand back, carefully.
Adam rolled face up, stared at the ceiling, and tried to think past the buzzing in his ears. “No! … Yes! … I’m confused … I don’t know what’s … Ten minutes ago, I thought I had it all figured out. I was going to tell you I thought you were attractive, just my type in fact, but I wouldn’t ‘molest’ you, because you were straight, though I would probably look at you, a lot, and hoped that you wouldn’t freak out.”
After a few moments of silence, Kris replied, “Ok, that plan sounds good by me. And I’m not freaking out. Where’s your confusion?”
“But you’re not straight and you think I’m cute, too …?” Adam almost whined. It was not a whine.
“Ah,” he nodded. “But I am still married, and I intend to honor the vows I made to Katy. It’s really the same to me, whether you’re a guy or a girl: no straying. No matter if I think you’re cute on the outside or beautiful on the inside. Which I think you are, by the way.” He resettled his hand on the other man’s shoulder and squeezed lightly.
“Oh.” And Adam blushed a little. The noise in his head was calming down a little, but still crackling somewhat.
Kris leaned back and said, “Look. I think you’re a great g…., I think we can be fr…., I’d like to stay ….. Crap! I feel like I’m breaking-up with you and using a lot of crappy, clichéd lines in the process.” He snorted to himself, shook his head, and started over. “I thought we were off to a great start in the last few weeks-talking about music, ragging on the drama queens (present company excluded), encouraging each other-I’d like to continue that. And get to know you better. You’re an interesting and talented person, Adam Lambert.” He paused for a moment and grinned, “I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” He reached out a hand, this time to help his friend sit up.
As he grasped the offered hand, Adam rolled his eyes and sighed, “And we finally come around to Humphrey Bogart. I see how you are.” He shook his head in mock sorrow at the many movie references. He took stock of the situation--while not all his assumptions about Kris were correct, he still wasn't going to 'molest' him, Kris wasn't freaking out, and they could be comfortable roommates and confidantes--all-and-all better than he anticipated. He looked up and grinned at the sight of his companion's hopeful smile. “Ok, Kristopher Allen: to the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” And they bumped fists.
Just then there was a knock on the door and Allison came barreling in. “Hey guys! It’s time to … what are you doing on the floor?”
They just smiled and grunted as she tackled them.
~o~
A/N: Their conversation did not go the way I thought it would when I started it. Kris would not cooperate and corroborate Adam’s claim that he is “100% straight.” So, there you have it.
Mods: author tag, please
Author: fanmouse
Pairing: Kris & Adam friendship
Rating: PG; for a couple of swear words
Disclaimer: This is a product of my imagination. I don’t own any of the people herein mentioned, nor American Idol. Not written for profit and no disrespect intended.
Summary: A look at how Kris’s and Adam’s first conversation in the Idol Mansion may have gone, based on Adam’s confessions in his Rolling Stone interview.
The morning after the Wild Card show, the thirteen finalists were gathered at the foot of the stairs, in the grand entry hall of the Idol Mansion, as Ryan announced the roommate assignments. “Lil and Jasmine [& Jasmine’s mother]; Megan, Alexis, and Allison [& Allison’s mother]; Anoop and Danny; Scott and Jorge; Matt and Michael; Adam and Kris.” As the names were called, looks of joy and anticipation, or horror and confusion masked as joy and anticipation, appeared on everyone’s faces. Ryan continued, “Ladies, if you would head up first with the camera crews. Guys, hang out here, or get something to drink in the kitchen, until it’s your turn.”
As Adam’s thoughts alternated between, Oh shit! They put me with the cute one. That’s going to be distracting! And, Thank the stars! They put me with the laid-back one, the man in question moved toward him with a big smile on his face and his right hand outstretched. “Adam! How awesome is this, man?” They clasped hands, and Kris pulled Adam into a half-hug.
Adam returned the smile and hug, saying, “Way awesome, man!” but thinking, Oh, hell! We’re going to have to talk about exactly what I’m thinking/feeling before this shit gets awkward. But it’s going to have to wait until we are out of earshot of the cameras and the other guys. He continued with, “Let’s get a bottle of water,” and proceeded to the kitchen.
An hour and a half later, they were finally in their spacious, white room (dear Goddess, who decorated this place?), alone, with a half-hour until they were expected back downstairs for soup and sandwiches. Adam hoped everyone else would stay in their own rooms, unpacking or whatever, until then, because he didn’t want to be interrupted, but he thought locking the door at this moment might send the wrong message.
He took a quiet, deep breath. “Hey, Kris?”
“Yeah, Adam,” the other answered absently, while pulling more t-shirts out of his suitcase.
“We need to talk for a minute.”
Kris raised his head and saw Adam … picking at his nail polish …? So he turned completely and sat on the bed next to his suitcase, giving the taller man his full attention.
“What is it?”
Still standing on the far side of his own bed, Adam looked down and then back up at his roommate and started, “I don’t know if this is going to sound ridiculous or horrifying to you, but here goes: I think you’re cute.” Pause. “Is that going to be a problem?” He could feel his heart beating against his ribs. If this is a problem, I am screwed.
Kris’s eyebrows rose as a blush spread across his cheeks. One hand came up to the back of his neck as he responded, “Uh, thanks, man. I think you’re cute, too.”
Adam’s jaw dropped. “Kris!” That was not the response he was expecting, and it kind of threw him off of his plan.
“What? What happened?” Kris looked around as if there was a threat in the room.
Adam shook his head and closed his eyes briefly. “Maybe I missed something,” he said, as he came around the end of his bed and sat on it, facing Kris. “Let’s start at the beginning.”
“A very good place to start,” came sing-songing back to him.
“We are not bringing Julie Andrews into this.” Adam growled.
“How about Judy Garland?” the younger man smirked and then gave innocent eyes.
Adam fell off the bed and rolled on the floor, laughing, at the mention of the gay icon.
Kris slid off his bed and sat on the floor, too. “Oh, Toto! I don’t think we’re in Ar-Kansas anymore,” he offered, in his campiest falsetto.
The Californian laughed so hard tears started to leak out of his eyes. My mascara had better hold up! When he could gain a breath, he gasped out, “Oh. My. God! I thought you were straight!”
Kris was holding his own sides, laughing, when he answered, “Who told you that?”
“Uh … the ring on your left hand?”
“That means ‘married,’ not necessarily ‘straight,’” he choked out. “You’ve heard of Kinsey, right?”
Adam rolled to his side, buried his face between his hands and the carpet, and groaned. He wasn’t sure if this was better or worse.
“What’s wrong? Is this a problem for you?” Kris scooted over and laid a hand on the prone man’s shoulder. Adam shuddered from head to toe at the warm touch. Kris drew his hand back, carefully.
Adam rolled face up, stared at the ceiling, and tried to think past the buzzing in his ears. “No! … Yes! … I’m confused … I don’t know what’s … Ten minutes ago, I thought I had it all figured out. I was going to tell you I thought you were attractive, just my type in fact, but I wouldn’t ‘molest’ you, because you were straight, though I would probably look at you, a lot, and hoped that you wouldn’t freak out.”
After a few moments of silence, Kris replied, “Ok, that plan sounds good by me. And I’m not freaking out. Where’s your confusion?”
“But you’re not straight and you think I’m cute, too …?” Adam almost whined. It was not a whine.
“Ah,” he nodded. “But I am still married, and I intend to honor the vows I made to Katy. It’s really the same to me, whether you’re a guy or a girl: no straying. No matter if I think you’re cute on the outside or beautiful on the inside. Which I think you are, by the way.” He resettled his hand on the other man’s shoulder and squeezed lightly.
“Oh.” And Adam blushed a little. The noise in his head was calming down a little, but still crackling somewhat.
Kris leaned back and said, “Look. I think you’re a great g…., I think we can be fr…., I’d like to stay ….. Crap! I feel like I’m breaking-up with you and using a lot of crappy, clichéd lines in the process.” He snorted to himself, shook his head, and started over. “I thought we were off to a great start in the last few weeks-talking about music, ragging on the drama queens (present company excluded), encouraging each other-I’d like to continue that. And get to know you better. You’re an interesting and talented person, Adam Lambert.” He paused for a moment and grinned, “I think this could be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” He reached out a hand, this time to help his friend sit up.
As he grasped the offered hand, Adam rolled his eyes and sighed, “And we finally come around to Humphrey Bogart. I see how you are.” He shook his head in mock sorrow at the many movie references. He took stock of the situation--while not all his assumptions about Kris were correct, he still wasn't going to 'molest' him, Kris wasn't freaking out, and they could be comfortable roommates and confidantes--all-and-all better than he anticipated. He looked up and grinned at the sight of his companion's hopeful smile. “Ok, Kristopher Allen: to the beginning of a beautiful friendship.” And they bumped fists.
Just then there was a knock on the door and Allison came barreling in. “Hey guys! It’s time to … what are you doing on the floor?”
They just smiled and grunted as she tackled them.
~o~
A/N: Their conversation did not go the way I thought it would when I started it. Kris would not cooperate and corroborate Adam’s claim that he is “100% straight.” So, there you have it.
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