FIC: Rush of Your Skin
Title: Rush Of Your Skin
Author:forbiddenromanc / Rae (AKA: me)
Rating: Uh. G. Maybe PG.
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Summary: Written for the drabble meme onontd_ai : KRADAM 7. AND 22. Kris/Adam, playful goofing around, tickling, pg, during Idol and Kris/Adam, PG-13 to NC-17, tour. While riding on the bus to the next city, Kris wakes up during late nighttime hours while everyone else sleeps. Adam finds him dozing lightly (in the bunk, in the living area of the bus, whatever) listening to music on his Ipod. They put the earphone splitters to use. And cuddle.
Warnings/Notes: Infidelity.
X-posted to glambert_fic
It's the second day of the tour when Kris discovers Adam is ticklish. There is this one spot just above his ribcage that, even the tiniest brush of a hand, makes him twist away, and curl into himself, falling apart into giggles.
It makes Adam kind of feel like he's twelve again, only Kris isn't at all like any of the kids he went to school with -- so he let's him have his fun, let's him find all the other ticklish spots. And he refuses to admit that he likes that Kris has found an additional reason to touch him.
* * *
Halfway through the tour, Kris realizes he has been, unintentionally, cataloging the ticklish spots and their corresponding laugh or movement, and when had he starting thinking so much about touching Adam?
The thought startles Kris more than a little, and he’s careful to not touch Adam for three days, calling Katy too many times a day, out of guilt he doesn’t really understand, before it’s too easy to fall into what is natural. Kris isn’t scared when he realizes that this, touching Adam, felt more right than he thinks being with Katy ever did.
* * *
They’re on the road to the last stop on the tour, and it’s flown by faster than any of them cared for. They know they have their own careers to look forward to, but the tour bus sort of has become home, and the fellow tour mates like family. And it’s almost over.
It’s thoughts like that that wake Adam up, long before anyone else will wake up --except, he can hear very soft music from the bunk below his. Kris.
He’s half asleep, when Adam pulls back the curtain to his bunk, personal space meaning nothing to them anymore, one earbud laying against his shoulder. “Hey.” He smiles as much as he could, smashed against his pillow.
Adam was sure Kris had no idea how endearing he was. “What are you still doing up? You always sleep.”
Kris sits up, shrugs. “You’ve rubbed off on me.”
Adam can’t help but tease him, “You wish.”
Snorting, Kris pats the open spot next to him, and holds out the split earphones. Adam will never tell anyone how adorable he thought it was that Kris was putting them to use.
Kris curls into him, like he was always meant to be there and yawns into the fabric of Adam’s worn tee-shirt. He tosses his iPod into Adam’s lap, “Listen to whatever you want,” he tells him, another yawn breaking his sentence.
And that’s kind of a breaking point for Adam. Kris is warm under his arm, and he just can’t not--. He tilts Kris’ head up, presses their lips together and waits.
His hand curves around Adam’s next, thumbing under the collar of his shirt, opening up under Adam’s mouth, pushing his other hand under the back of Adam’s tee-shirt, unable to stop touching him now.
“Is this okay?” Adam rests his forehead against Kris’, rubbing his index finger down his jaw.
Kris nods, reconnecting their lips. “Yes.”
Author:forbiddenromanc / Rae (AKA: me)
Rating: Uh. G. Maybe PG.
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Summary: Written for the drabble meme onontd_ai : KRADAM 7. AND 22. Kris/Adam, playful goofing around, tickling, pg, during Idol and Kris/Adam, PG-13 to NC-17, tour. While riding on the bus to the next city, Kris wakes up during late nighttime hours while everyone else sleeps. Adam finds him dozing lightly (in the bunk, in the living area of the bus, whatever) listening to music on his Ipod. They put the earphone splitters to use. And cuddle.
Warnings/Notes: Infidelity.
X-posted to glambert_fic
It's the second day of the tour when Kris discovers Adam is ticklish. There is this one spot just above his ribcage that, even the tiniest brush of a hand, makes him twist away, and curl into himself, falling apart into giggles.
It makes Adam kind of feel like he's twelve again, only Kris isn't at all like any of the kids he went to school with -- so he let's him have his fun, let's him find all the other ticklish spots. And he refuses to admit that he likes that Kris has found an additional reason to touch him.
* * *
Halfway through the tour, Kris realizes he has been, unintentionally, cataloging the ticklish spots and their corresponding laugh or movement, and when had he starting thinking so much about touching Adam?
The thought startles Kris more than a little, and he’s careful to not touch Adam for three days, calling Katy too many times a day, out of guilt he doesn’t really understand, before it’s too easy to fall into what is natural. Kris isn’t scared when he realizes that this, touching Adam, felt more right than he thinks being with Katy ever did.
* * *
They’re on the road to the last stop on the tour, and it’s flown by faster than any of them cared for. They know they have their own careers to look forward to, but the tour bus sort of has become home, and the fellow tour mates like family. And it’s almost over.
It’s thoughts like that that wake Adam up, long before anyone else will wake up --except, he can hear very soft music from the bunk below his. Kris.
He’s half asleep, when Adam pulls back the curtain to his bunk, personal space meaning nothing to them anymore, one earbud laying against his shoulder. “Hey.” He smiles as much as he could, smashed against his pillow.
Adam was sure Kris had no idea how endearing he was. “What are you still doing up? You always sleep.”
Kris sits up, shrugs. “You’ve rubbed off on me.”
Adam can’t help but tease him, “You wish.”
Snorting, Kris pats the open spot next to him, and holds out the split earphones. Adam will never tell anyone how adorable he thought it was that Kris was putting them to use.
Kris curls into him, like he was always meant to be there and yawns into the fabric of Adam’s worn tee-shirt. He tosses his iPod into Adam’s lap, “Listen to whatever you want,” he tells him, another yawn breaking his sentence.
And that’s kind of a breaking point for Adam. Kris is warm under his arm, and he just can’t not--. He tilts Kris’ head up, presses their lips together and waits.
His hand curves around Adam’s next, thumbing under the collar of his shirt, opening up under Adam’s mouth, pushing his other hand under the back of Adam’s tee-shirt, unable to stop touching him now.
“Is this okay?” Adam rests his forehead against Kris’, rubbing his index finger down his jaw.
Kris nods, reconnecting their lips. “Yes.”