I Just Love You (1/2)
Title: I Just Love You
Pairing: Kradam of course :)
Rating: PG for this part.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone netioned here and this never happened.
Words: ~1300
Author's Note: This is my first fanfic ever so sorry if its not too good. Its AU, Kris moving to L.A. and meets a beautiful stranger (hmm i wonder who :) ) Hopefully as the story goes on it'll get better. Comments and critiques welcome :)
The bus lurched to a halt and Kris Allen's head slammed against the seat in front of him. "Great start in a new city", he mumbled to himself. Reaching into the above head compartment, he grabbed his guitar case and his small bag of clothes, filled with one pair of slightly ripped jeans and countless plaid shirts, and stumbled off the bus and into the hazy heat of L.A. Kris looked around himself at the beauty and crazy atmosphere around him, surrounded by a mix of different people and places, nothing like he'd ever seen before. "I wonder who or what I’m gonna meet here", Kris thought to himself. He walked slowly down the boulevard in this strange new land, towards a new life.
Walking outside of the theatre, Adam Lambert stopped, leaned against the wall in the alley and sighed. He lit a cigarette, only to stomp it out without even taking a drag. He shook his head; angry with himself for even lighting it in the first place, nothing was worth messing with his voice, his ticket to a job, fame, and way of life. He looked around the alley at the junk littering the ground and the dirty puddles pooling in the ground. He sighed, realizing he was just bored. He had a fabulous life and he knew it, mostly because he was so fabulous himself, but there was something missing, something intangible that he couldn't for the life of him figure out.
After unpacking his bag in the decrepit apartment that he was renting Kris walked outside with the conviction that he would experience L.A. on his first night there, escaping his old life in quiet Arkansas, and starting fresh. Walking down the street he found himself in front of a club. He walked inside and saw something he had never seen before. The loud music pounding in his ears he looked at the dance floor filled with beautiful men covered in glitter and wearing loud makeup and clothes. Kris never looked so out of place, but he felt comfortable and was transfixed by the dancing floor in front of him, because there was the most incredible man he had ever seen there was no way he could be real. His black hair with its sole blue streak, dark lined piercing blue eyes, leather jacket and pants so tight they looked painted on, Kris finding himself wishing that they literally were.
He was confused, why was he finding this man so beautiful, he had never felt so attracted to a man before, let alone accidently venture into a gay club. It felt right though, all he wanted was to know this man, be with this man.
Kris surprised himself with this thought though, having never been with a man before and having never planned to. For some reason though, that opinion was quickly changing and, looking at this man, all it did was strengthen this new opinion, and make his heart and cock tighten. His breathing hitched when the piercing blue eyes met his and he felt himself slowly walking towards the man, unable to control his feet.
Adam was dancing at his favorite club, surrounded by all his friends taking in the loud music but feeling unsatisfied. It was all the same, a typical night in the end, the same people, same music, and same club. He could predict exactly how the night would go because it was the same every night; he would dance, drink, and have sex with a random guy from the club. Eyes wandering around the club, he stopped, because a boyish man, completely different from anyone else at the club was standing there, staring right at him. His fluffy brown hair and deep brown eyes were so kind, juxtaposed with the harsh surroundings of the club. His button-down plaid shirt was just begging to be ripped off and Adam wanted to be the one to do it. The boy, meeting Adam's eyes slowly came forward walking to him.
They started dancing together feeling the loud thump of the music becoming one with the music and each other, never once taking each other’s eyes off each other. No words - they just danced, feeling the weight of each other breathing as one. After some time Adam grabbed Kris' hand and led him to a private booth in the club. Not being able to resist the bee-stung lips, imaging what they can do, made Adam's pants constrict even tighter and he slowly leaned towards Kris. Right before his lips touched Kris' he looked back into his eyes and stopped. As much as he felt himself lusting after this quiet boy, and wanted to just rip his clothes off and take him, right there in the club, he didn’t do it, seeing the innocence and slight fear in Kris' soft doe eyes. He leaned back, deciding as much as it would hurt, physically especially, he would, as he had never done before, take this slow. "Hi I’m Adam, let me guess...you're new to L.A." He smiled not trying to scare off the beautiful boy.
Relief consumed Kris, when Adam said those words, and a little disappointment that he didn’t kiss him, even though he knew he wasn’t ready yet, "How could you tell, don’t I fit right in, I’m Kris by the way" Kris laughed smiling up into Adam's eyes. They laughed together staring at each other, eyes filled with lust. They started talking, shouting over the music trying to hear each other. Unable to carry much of a conversation over the thundering music, Adam took Kris outside the club.
“Not really the kind of place that conversations really go on, you know. Do you want to come back to my place to continue our conversation?” Adam said hoping that much more would unfold, and knowing himself it would. Kris looked up at Adam, his inexperience and fear getting a hold of him now that he was out in the poen of the night. “Actually, well um, I’m kind of tired, I just got to L.A. a few hours ago, but I’d love to meet up soon, maybe tomorrow, and we can talk, um and stuff, then?” Kris rubbed his neck anxiously overcome with nervousness and regret from cowering away from the implications of Adam’s words.
Adam’s eyes filled with disappointment and some hurt which he quickly shook off. “Not a problem honey, we can meet up tomorrow and I can show you the glory of my L.A.” I guess well I’ll see you tomorrow. Adam turned around, walking home a little disappointed with the turn of events with Kris.
“Wait!” Kris grabbed Adams hand and turned him around, not wanting to end the night that way. He put his hand on the back of Adams neck, Adams inky hair running through his fingers, looked up at Adam, slowly standing on his toes to reach Adam’s freckled lips and placed his lips on his. Softer than he expected, Adams lips were sweeter than he expected and couldn’t resist lightly licking them as he kissed him. Kris slowly kissed Adam feeling his lips stiffen in surprise and then slowly kiss Kris back, urgent and passionate. Adams lips parted, and Kris took in more of Adam deepening their kiss. Kris had never felt anything like this, the kiss filling his whole body with warmth and desire like never before, want controlling his body desiring more of Adam, but resisted slowly getting back to his regular stance looking up at Adam biting his lip shyly with apprehension over what Adam’s reaction would be.
Adam looked into Kris’ chocolate brown eyes wanting more of his irresistible full lips that Kris was biting on, making his desire even stronger. “Wow. Well, I guess I definitely will be seeing more of you tomorrow, hopefully much more.” He smiled and turned away, finally excited over something again, relishing the hours until he would get to see Kris again.