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Title: Midnight Song
Author: elizabethfaye09
Rating: pg
Disclaimer: i own neither adam nor kristopher. they belong to themselves and each other but not me unfortunately. *sigh*
Summary: Kris always gets caught up in song writing.
Author's Notes: this was a little something i contributed tokradam_kiss. enjoy! :)
Word Count: 709
Before Kris even realizes it, the clock is striking midnight. He’s frantic as he haphazardly stacks the sheet music into a pile on top of the piano, a few sheets floating to the floor, and he curses loudly. No one is there to hear him in the deserted studio. He feels stupid for deciding to stay long after the producers and mixers and writers left hours ago.
Adam will probably kill him for missing dinner. But Kris doesn’t want to think about that right now. Instead he puts his guitar away, cleans up the mess of pencils and balled up paper, grabs his bag and runs for the door. He flips the lights out before running out the main exit to the parking lot, locking the door and high-tailing it to his car.
When he finally manages to breathe for a second he sees Adam laying on the hood of the car. He’s holding a single red rose, twirling it between his fingers absently. Kris can’t tell if he’s mad or upset or just hurt. He sets the guitar case down against the car and silently tries to figure out what to say and how to say it.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Adam says quietly as if he was reading Kris’s thoughts. Kris startles for a moment, then sighs heavily and trudges closer to Adam. Adam pushes to his hands before sliding off the car, boots hitting the ground softly.
“Adam, I’m sorry, I go-“ Adam presses a finger to Kris’s lips and he’s smiling.
“I know. You got caught up in another song. It’s what you do best.” Adam is grinning now and he drops his hand, allowing Kris to speak. But he doesn’t. Instead he stays silent, regretful that he forgot about another dinner reservation; this is the third time in two weeks.
Kris sighs, again, and tries to smile. “I really am sorry,” he mumbles. “Are you mad?”
It’s Adam’s turn to sigh. Then a hand is running through Kris’s hair and messing it up more than it already is. He scrunches his nose up: the act always makes him feel like a puppy. Adam laughs and shakes his head. “Nah. I know you mean no harm.” Adam presses a kiss to Kris’s forehead, still smiling. “At least you’ll come home to me after your late-night writing sessions.”
“Well duh,” Kris chuckles. He doesn’t give Adam the chance to say anything else before Kris is kissing him. It’s a slow, sweet kiss; one full of apologies and meaningful things he wants to say. Kissing is good for now.
“Let’s go home,” Adam murmurs, then presses their lips back together. Kris slides his arms through the back of Adam’s leather jacket, holds onto the shirt underneath like a lifesaver, as Adam turns them around and pins Kris against the side of his own car.
“I like it out here,” Kris replies when he gets a chance to breathe. Adam laughs against his lips and brings his hands up to cradle Kris’s cold cheeks. “But it is kind of chilly out here.”
“Little bit.” Kris pulls Adam close by the shirt until he has to spread his legs a little to get Adam even closer. Adam hums low in his throat. Kris shivers, from the cold and the pleasurable warmth settling in his chest, and reluctantly pulls away.
“Does it make it better to tell you that the song is about you?” Kris asks, kind of shyly.
Adam stares for a moment, silent and contemplative, while Kris leans against the car blushing and chewing on his bottom lip. Then Adam’s face breaks into a smile. “Yeah, it kinda does.” He kisses Kris again and again until Kris feels the need for oxygen.
“Okay, we should go. Like you mentioned earlier, let’s go home.” Kris gently shoves at Adam’s chest and Adam steps back enough for Kris to move. “See you there?” he asks expectantly even though he knows the answer.
“Of course,” Adam smiles. He dips down for another, quick, kiss before jogging around to the driver’s side of his car and getting in. Kris unlocks his own car, puts the guitar in the backseat, and gets in.
He can think about finishing that song later.
Title: Midnight Song
Author: elizabethfaye09
Rating: pg
Disclaimer: i own neither adam nor kristopher. they belong to themselves and each other but not me unfortunately. *sigh*
Summary: Kris always gets caught up in song writing.
Author's Notes: this was a little something i contributed tokradam_kiss. enjoy! :)
Word Count: 709
Before Kris even realizes it, the clock is striking midnight. He’s frantic as he haphazardly stacks the sheet music into a pile on top of the piano, a few sheets floating to the floor, and he curses loudly. No one is there to hear him in the deserted studio. He feels stupid for deciding to stay long after the producers and mixers and writers left hours ago.
Adam will probably kill him for missing dinner. But Kris doesn’t want to think about that right now. Instead he puts his guitar away, cleans up the mess of pencils and balled up paper, grabs his bag and runs for the door. He flips the lights out before running out the main exit to the parking lot, locking the door and high-tailing it to his car.
When he finally manages to breathe for a second he sees Adam laying on the hood of the car. He’s holding a single red rose, twirling it between his fingers absently. Kris can’t tell if he’s mad or upset or just hurt. He sets the guitar case down against the car and silently tries to figure out what to say and how to say it.
“You don’t have to say anything,” Adam says quietly as if he was reading Kris’s thoughts. Kris startles for a moment, then sighs heavily and trudges closer to Adam. Adam pushes to his hands before sliding off the car, boots hitting the ground softly.
“Adam, I’m sorry, I go-“ Adam presses a finger to Kris’s lips and he’s smiling.
“I know. You got caught up in another song. It’s what you do best.” Adam is grinning now and he drops his hand, allowing Kris to speak. But he doesn’t. Instead he stays silent, regretful that he forgot about another dinner reservation; this is the third time in two weeks.
Kris sighs, again, and tries to smile. “I really am sorry,” he mumbles. “Are you mad?”
It’s Adam’s turn to sigh. Then a hand is running through Kris’s hair and messing it up more than it already is. He scrunches his nose up: the act always makes him feel like a puppy. Adam laughs and shakes his head. “Nah. I know you mean no harm.” Adam presses a kiss to Kris’s forehead, still smiling. “At least you’ll come home to me after your late-night writing sessions.”
“Well duh,” Kris chuckles. He doesn’t give Adam the chance to say anything else before Kris is kissing him. It’s a slow, sweet kiss; one full of apologies and meaningful things he wants to say. Kissing is good for now.
“Let’s go home,” Adam murmurs, then presses their lips back together. Kris slides his arms through the back of Adam’s leather jacket, holds onto the shirt underneath like a lifesaver, as Adam turns them around and pins Kris against the side of his own car.
“I like it out here,” Kris replies when he gets a chance to breathe. Adam laughs against his lips and brings his hands up to cradle Kris’s cold cheeks. “But it is kind of chilly out here.”
“Little bit.” Kris pulls Adam close by the shirt until he has to spread his legs a little to get Adam even closer. Adam hums low in his throat. Kris shivers, from the cold and the pleasurable warmth settling in his chest, and reluctantly pulls away.
“Does it make it better to tell you that the song is about you?” Kris asks, kind of shyly.
Adam stares for a moment, silent and contemplative, while Kris leans against the car blushing and chewing on his bottom lip. Then Adam’s face breaks into a smile. “Yeah, it kinda does.” He kisses Kris again and again until Kris feels the need for oxygen.
“Okay, we should go. Like you mentioned earlier, let’s go home.” Kris gently shoves at Adam’s chest and Adam steps back enough for Kris to move. “See you there?” he asks expectantly even though he knows the answer.
“Of course,” Adam smiles. He dips down for another, quick, kiss before jogging around to the driver’s side of his car and getting in. Kris unlocks his own car, puts the guitar in the backseat, and gets in.
He can think about finishing that song later.