Behind the Mask
Title: Behind the Mask
Fandom: AI8 RPS
Pairing: Kradam!
Summary: Based off this prompt by alyssand: Everybody winds up kissing the wrong person goodnight
In which Adam is definitely not Cinderella and Kris is a fairy.
Word Count: 1871
A/N: Slightly AU, only in that Kris and Adam don’t know each other and masquerade parties are the bane of everybody’s lives :D
Chance meetings, as one would have it, always happened to Adam Lambert when he was drunk, or at least tispy. Now, he’d never considered himself to be any kind of Cinderella, or Prince Charming, for that matter, but somehow he’d been talked into coming to this stupid masquerade ball that Cassidy had decided they simply had to go to dressed as just that; Prince Charming. He had the cravat and the almost jodhpurs, except they weren’t. He’d managed to get away with wearing something far more fashionable, black trousers - skin tight of course - and an intricate jacket with a long tail and chains that sparkled when he moved. His platforms were sleek and fabulous and black so that he matched. His brother always taunted him about his collection of shoes. Adam didn’t care; Neil was an idiot and everyone knew it. The mask was stuck to his face with something “like tit-tape” (according to Danielle and Brad) and he had decided that he was never going to listen to them again because whilst it meant he didn’t mess up his perfectly ‘hawked hair with annoying things like string or elastic, it also meant it was going to be a bitch to get off later and he had a photoshoot in the morning. The make up girls were not going to love him if they had to cover great big angry red marks around his eyes.
At some point during the night, he’d lost the friends that he’d come with, but since they’d roped him into this party in the first place, straight people left, right and center he wasn’t all that sure that he should go and find them. They didn’t deserve to have all the fun they could do when they were with him. But then... he had come with this Andrew guy, and Andrew was his kind-of boyfriend and they were supposed to be having a night out together to see if it was worth going past the ‘let’s have sex all the time’ stage to having an actual relationship. Adam wasn’t sure he was the right kind of guy for it, but he wouldn’t know until he gave the kid a chance. So he was giving him a chance.
Maybe he should go and find Andrew, if not the rest of his lame-ass friends. They could all go swing for dragging him there and then letting him get lost. Stupid friends.
*
Kris Allen hated parties. He’d never been one to go out and get drunk, he preferred staying in with a movie, his guitar, a bunch of friends and some weed. That was far more enjoyable for him than getting dressed up and being surrounded by people who clearly had miracle-gro in their shoes when they were children because everyone here in LA was huge. It was one of the hardest things for him to come to terms with, the women were tall and the men were tall. Kris had never felt so small.
Charles had told him that LA was what he needed, to get out of the small town and get famous. Of course, Charles had had to come along for the ride too since it was his idea and so far all Kris seemed to have done in LA was try and find a job - to pay the rent - and meet glamourous people. It was a strange life. Charles was loving it. Kris missed the simplicity of his life back home, the reassurance of having had a solid girlfriend for such a long time. His decision to finally give in to Charles’ bitching had happened after she’d left him. I’m not what you really want she’d said, You’re not happy, you might think you are, but you’re not and he’d been so mad at her for telling him what he did and didn’t feel that he’d just walked out and announced that they were going to LA.
He kind of regretted that decision now, but it was easier to be bisexual in LA than in Conway. At least here everyone seemed to make out with everyone. LA was friendly that way, or something. He wasn’t sure on that bit just yet.
But this party was being thrown by some DJ and Charles had wrangled invites and it was rude not to go, apparently, and he had to go in fancy dress, apparently, and it was a masquerade thing so Kris had to wear a mask, apparently. Lost for costume ideas, Charles and their new friend Cale had thought it would be a hillarious idea to dress Kris up as a fairy.
He’d drawn a line at a dress, but he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and a huge, elabourate pair of fairy wings on his back. They were heavy and the tube of glitter they’d upended over his head was itching a little where it was sticking to his skin. He felt sweaty and gross underneath the mask and he just wanted to go home, if only he could find his friends.
Of course, in a thriving crowd of people, that was always a little more easily said than done. It’s hard to see anything over the mass of costumed people but it’s worth a try and Kris knew from experience that the wings were hard and kind of heavy. Good for getting around people.
So, he squared his shoulders and off he went.
*
Kris had been walking around for about ten minutes when he still found no signs of anyone he knew. It sucked because he wanted to go home and get out of the wings and shower because there was way too much glitter and he was only half gay. He wasn’t completely gay and he drew the line at being showered in glitter and dressed up like some kind of hick fairy.
The weird thing was, he’d seen a fair few people dressed as fairies over the course of the night. Most of them were wearing rather less clothing than he was though, but there was one guy wandering around in jeans and wings and it even looked like he had a shirt on. In fact, he’d decided if he needed a doppleganger, that was the guy he’d look up because they did look uncannily similar. At least, in costume.
Adam was only human. He’d had a couple of drinks and was dutifully looking for his sort-of-but-kind-of-not boyfriend so that he could say goodnight to him and then leave. That was totally his intention, but then he saw Andrew - at least, he thought it was Andrew - looking all adorable, hot and lost in the crowd, chewing on his lower lip (was it that full before or had something magical happened? Because the lower half of Andrew’s face suddenly got really hot) and Adam just wandered over and came to a halt in front of him.
“Hey,” he started and “Andrew” looked up at him. Adam didn’t give him a chance to reply before he was kissing him, leaning down and sealing their lips together. He’d kissed Andrew a hundred times so he wasn’t sure what made this one so different, but the moment their lips touched, he felt like someone had charged an electric current through him. He’d stood on a livewire and now he was suffering because of it, only instead of being electrocuted he was more turned on than he’d been his entire life. He bit at that full lower lip, catching it between his teeth and rolling his tongue over it, delighting in the hitched breath as arms came up around his shoulders and into his hair. He didn’t care that his ‘do was getting messed up, this kiss was totally worth it.
Kris was confused as fuck. This gorgeous stranger had just swept in and kissed him, dressed as Prince Charming of all things (and wasn’t the irony in that abundantly clear?) and Kris was helpless. He reached up, buried his hands in that thick dark hair and kissed back with everything he had.
Tongues duelled and hands wandered, through hair and down bodies leaving trembles and tingles in their wake. Bodies moved together, pushed and separated a fraction by the crowds swarming around them but neither man knew or cared because this was a perfect moment. Only one of them knew that they were kissing a stranger, but neither of them cared.
When it was over and lungs were burning, lips were swollen and two minds were very much in the gutter, Adam leaned back, letting Kris stand flat on his feet again and they just looked at each other for a moment, breathing heavily. Kris’ hands were still looped around Adam’s neck, and one of Adam’s hands was cradling the back of Kris’ skull, the other at the base of his spine, the tip of his finger underneath the waistband of Kris’ jeans.
The realisation that it wasn’t Andrew filtered in instantly. He should have known, he’d never connected with anyone in a kiss the way he had this fairy stranger. His mouth opened to give apology after apology when he remembered that he’d been kissed back. That was important to remember; he’d been kissed back and that was something to remember.
That meant it wasn’t just a one sided thing, or even if it was, then the fairy hadn’t minded being kissed so it was all good.
Kris, too, wanted to say something but he was pretty sure all the words had been kissed out of his mouth, but he wanted to talk to the dark haired stranger, get his name and his number and probably a whole lot more than that besides but he didn’t get a chance.
“KRIS!” Charles yelled, appearing through the crowd and breaking the spell that had fallen over the two men. “Fuck’s sake, we were beginning to think you’d been kidnapped or something.”
“Kris-napped,” Cale added, dropping into place beside Charles. Kris’ friends had perpetually bad timeing.
“We’re leaving, you coming?” Charles asked, not waiting for an answer before he was tugging on Kris’ arm and pulling him away from Prince Charming.
“I-”
Adam watched as Kris - a name to add to that awesome mouth - was pulled away, and all he could do was lift a hand and give a lame-ass wave goodbye. Kris managed the same and Adam wondered if it was because he didn’t really want to leave.
He hoped so.
LA might have been a small place, but it was never quite small enough, and he felt disappointed when he actually did find Andrew and kissed him goodbye. It was anticlimactic and completely not at all spectacular. No fireworks. He told him then and there It’s not going to work out between us and left, feeling oddly empty because Kris the Fairy wasn’t in his life.
He hit the sidewalk and blew out a breath. Well. Never mind. If they were meant to meet again, they would. And after a kiss like that?
Well, Adam was positive that it was meant to be.
Part 2!
Fandom: AI8 RPS
Pairing: Kradam!
Summary: Based off this prompt by alyssand: Everybody winds up kissing the wrong person goodnight
In which Adam is definitely not Cinderella and Kris is a fairy.
Word Count: 1871
A/N: Slightly AU, only in that Kris and Adam don’t know each other and masquerade parties are the bane of everybody’s lives :D
Chance meetings, as one would have it, always happened to Adam Lambert when he was drunk, or at least tispy. Now, he’d never considered himself to be any kind of Cinderella, or Prince Charming, for that matter, but somehow he’d been talked into coming to this stupid masquerade ball that Cassidy had decided they simply had to go to dressed as just that; Prince Charming. He had the cravat and the almost jodhpurs, except they weren’t. He’d managed to get away with wearing something far more fashionable, black trousers - skin tight of course - and an intricate jacket with a long tail and chains that sparkled when he moved. His platforms were sleek and fabulous and black so that he matched. His brother always taunted him about his collection of shoes. Adam didn’t care; Neil was an idiot and everyone knew it. The mask was stuck to his face with something “like tit-tape” (according to Danielle and Brad) and he had decided that he was never going to listen to them again because whilst it meant he didn’t mess up his perfectly ‘hawked hair with annoying things like string or elastic, it also meant it was going to be a bitch to get off later and he had a photoshoot in the morning. The make up girls were not going to love him if they had to cover great big angry red marks around his eyes.
At some point during the night, he’d lost the friends that he’d come with, but since they’d roped him into this party in the first place, straight people left, right and center he wasn’t all that sure that he should go and find them. They didn’t deserve to have all the fun they could do when they were with him. But then... he had come with this Andrew guy, and Andrew was his kind-of boyfriend and they were supposed to be having a night out together to see if it was worth going past the ‘let’s have sex all the time’ stage to having an actual relationship. Adam wasn’t sure he was the right kind of guy for it, but he wouldn’t know until he gave the kid a chance. So he was giving him a chance.
Maybe he should go and find Andrew, if not the rest of his lame-ass friends. They could all go swing for dragging him there and then letting him get lost. Stupid friends.
*
Kris Allen hated parties. He’d never been one to go out and get drunk, he preferred staying in with a movie, his guitar, a bunch of friends and some weed. That was far more enjoyable for him than getting dressed up and being surrounded by people who clearly had miracle-gro in their shoes when they were children because everyone here in LA was huge. It was one of the hardest things for him to come to terms with, the women were tall and the men were tall. Kris had never felt so small.
Charles had told him that LA was what he needed, to get out of the small town and get famous. Of course, Charles had had to come along for the ride too since it was his idea and so far all Kris seemed to have done in LA was try and find a job - to pay the rent - and meet glamourous people. It was a strange life. Charles was loving it. Kris missed the simplicity of his life back home, the reassurance of having had a solid girlfriend for such a long time. His decision to finally give in to Charles’ bitching had happened after she’d left him. I’m not what you really want she’d said, You’re not happy, you might think you are, but you’re not and he’d been so mad at her for telling him what he did and didn’t feel that he’d just walked out and announced that they were going to LA.
He kind of regretted that decision now, but it was easier to be bisexual in LA than in Conway. At least here everyone seemed to make out with everyone. LA was friendly that way, or something. He wasn’t sure on that bit just yet.
But this party was being thrown by some DJ and Charles had wrangled invites and it was rude not to go, apparently, and he had to go in fancy dress, apparently, and it was a masquerade thing so Kris had to wear a mask, apparently. Lost for costume ideas, Charles and their new friend Cale had thought it would be a hillarious idea to dress Kris up as a fairy.
He’d drawn a line at a dress, but he was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and a huge, elabourate pair of fairy wings on his back. They were heavy and the tube of glitter they’d upended over his head was itching a little where it was sticking to his skin. He felt sweaty and gross underneath the mask and he just wanted to go home, if only he could find his friends.
Of course, in a thriving crowd of people, that was always a little more easily said than done. It’s hard to see anything over the mass of costumed people but it’s worth a try and Kris knew from experience that the wings were hard and kind of heavy. Good for getting around people.
So, he squared his shoulders and off he went.
*
Kris had been walking around for about ten minutes when he still found no signs of anyone he knew. It sucked because he wanted to go home and get out of the wings and shower because there was way too much glitter and he was only half gay. He wasn’t completely gay and he drew the line at being showered in glitter and dressed up like some kind of hick fairy.
The weird thing was, he’d seen a fair few people dressed as fairies over the course of the night. Most of them were wearing rather less clothing than he was though, but there was one guy wandering around in jeans and wings and it even looked like he had a shirt on. In fact, he’d decided if he needed a doppleganger, that was the guy he’d look up because they did look uncannily similar. At least, in costume.
Adam was only human. He’d had a couple of drinks and was dutifully looking for his sort-of-but-kind-of-not boyfriend so that he could say goodnight to him and then leave. That was totally his intention, but then he saw Andrew - at least, he thought it was Andrew - looking all adorable, hot and lost in the crowd, chewing on his lower lip (was it that full before or had something magical happened? Because the lower half of Andrew’s face suddenly got really hot) and Adam just wandered over and came to a halt in front of him.
“Hey,” he started and “Andrew” looked up at him. Adam didn’t give him a chance to reply before he was kissing him, leaning down and sealing their lips together. He’d kissed Andrew a hundred times so he wasn’t sure what made this one so different, but the moment their lips touched, he felt like someone had charged an electric current through him. He’d stood on a livewire and now he was suffering because of it, only instead of being electrocuted he was more turned on than he’d been his entire life. He bit at that full lower lip, catching it between his teeth and rolling his tongue over it, delighting in the hitched breath as arms came up around his shoulders and into his hair. He didn’t care that his ‘do was getting messed up, this kiss was totally worth it.
Kris was confused as fuck. This gorgeous stranger had just swept in and kissed him, dressed as Prince Charming of all things (and wasn’t the irony in that abundantly clear?) and Kris was helpless. He reached up, buried his hands in that thick dark hair and kissed back with everything he had.
Tongues duelled and hands wandered, through hair and down bodies leaving trembles and tingles in their wake. Bodies moved together, pushed and separated a fraction by the crowds swarming around them but neither man knew or cared because this was a perfect moment. Only one of them knew that they were kissing a stranger, but neither of them cared.
When it was over and lungs were burning, lips were swollen and two minds were very much in the gutter, Adam leaned back, letting Kris stand flat on his feet again and they just looked at each other for a moment, breathing heavily. Kris’ hands were still looped around Adam’s neck, and one of Adam’s hands was cradling the back of Kris’ skull, the other at the base of his spine, the tip of his finger underneath the waistband of Kris’ jeans.
The realisation that it wasn’t Andrew filtered in instantly. He should have known, he’d never connected with anyone in a kiss the way he had this fairy stranger. His mouth opened to give apology after apology when he remembered that he’d been kissed back. That was important to remember; he’d been kissed back and that was something to remember.
That meant it wasn’t just a one sided thing, or even if it was, then the fairy hadn’t minded being kissed so it was all good.
Kris, too, wanted to say something but he was pretty sure all the words had been kissed out of his mouth, but he wanted to talk to the dark haired stranger, get his name and his number and probably a whole lot more than that besides but he didn’t get a chance.
“KRIS!” Charles yelled, appearing through the crowd and breaking the spell that had fallen over the two men. “Fuck’s sake, we were beginning to think you’d been kidnapped or something.”
“Kris-napped,” Cale added, dropping into place beside Charles. Kris’ friends had perpetually bad timeing.
“We’re leaving, you coming?” Charles asked, not waiting for an answer before he was tugging on Kris’ arm and pulling him away from Prince Charming.
“I-”
Adam watched as Kris - a name to add to that awesome mouth - was pulled away, and all he could do was lift a hand and give a lame-ass wave goodbye. Kris managed the same and Adam wondered if it was because he didn’t really want to leave.
He hoped so.
LA might have been a small place, but it was never quite small enough, and he felt disappointed when he actually did find Andrew and kissed him goodbye. It was anticlimactic and completely not at all spectacular. No fireworks. He told him then and there It’s not going to work out between us and left, feeling oddly empty because Kris the Fairy wasn’t in his life.
He hit the sidewalk and blew out a breath. Well. Never mind. If they were meant to meet again, they would. And after a kiss like that?
Well, Adam was positive that it was meant to be.
Part 2!