The Plight Of The Gummi Bears
Title: The Plight Of The Gummi Bears
Author: alyssand
Rating: R (soft R, just a little language maybe? And kissing of course.)
Wordcount: 977
Disclaimer: Dont own em, never happened, as usual.
A/N: Unbeta'd. Here's my second kradam_kiss contribution! :) [i'd like to post one a day if i can write them]
(I know it sounds like a crack title but i guess it didn't turn out as much of a joke as I intended. lol. I fail.)
And now there was a constant itch in his mouth, for something. Of course that something, was completely out of bounds, because it happened to be attached to a married someone. And the only solution he could come up with to occupy (well distract, really) his mouth? Gummi Bears. Motherfucking Gummi Bears.
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It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it a thousand times before. In all honesty, he’d be lying if he said it hasn’t plagued him every minute of every day. Ever since that damn game of truth or dare. And he’d had his chance, all those weeks back during a boring night in the mansion. The tension in the air had been palpable, or perhaps it had all been in his head. Because Kris had smirked at him, fucking smirked at him after Matt had dared him to kiss Kris. Adam had stared at him, wanting nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face. God, that mouth, the things he’d wanted to do to that mouth ever since he’d set eyes on it; Claim those lips until they were bruised and red and swollen, and so utterly used and beautiful.
So when Kris had turned to him with a taunting smile, that was exactly what he’d done.
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And now there was a constant itch in his mouth, for something. Of course that something, was completely out of bounds, because it happened to be attached to a married someone. And the only solution he could come up with to occupy (well distract, really) his mouth? Gummi Bears. Motherfucking Gummi Bears. Seriously? But Gummi Bears to him right now were probably like a nicotine patch to a smoker; a quick fix, but never near good enough. He’d spent the last 2 weeks walking around with a packet of fruit flavoured Gummi Bears buried in his pocket at all times. Of course, they generally made a constant appearance when Kris was in the vicinity, which was why right now, Kris had him cornered in the kitchen and was being rather annoyingly inquisitive.
“Dude, you know, you’ll probably get diabetes or something at the rate you’re popping those, right?”
Adam pressed his lips into a thin line and tried to laugh it off, but there was a pained look in his eyes and it didn’t go unnoticed. Kris frowned and took a step towards him, his face scrunching up a little, looking somewhat lost. He looked like he was trying to think of what to say next and Adam held his breath in ragged anticipation, his nerves on edge, their sudden proximity making his heart thump wildly in his chest. Kris opened his mouth a couple of times to speak, but no words came out, and that didn’t help Adam’s predicament one bit, his eyes helplessly following the movement of Kris’ lips as they parted and closed repeatedly. Damn it.
He tentatively raised another Gummi Bear to his lips, hoping Kris would just let the whole thing go and move away, because fucking hell, his self-restraint was only going to hold up till a certain point. Kris’ hand moved swiftly to stop him and he very nearly staggered in shock at the abruptness of the contact, searing hot against his skin. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, eyes locked, Kris’ fingers wrapped firmly around Adam’s wrist, just breathing, heavily.
Adam was the first to speak, through clenched teeth.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Kristopher?” Kris barely flinched at the menacing undertone in Adam’s voice. Instead he stared straight into Adam’s piercing glare, tightening his grip.
“You need to stop eating those damn sweets Adam, they’re crap for you. And you voice. You think you’d be smart enough to know not to fuck around with your throat during a singing competition.”
“I’m not fucking stupid Kris, I know what I’m doing, okay? Just leave me the fuck alone… Please?” The last word came out a lot softer, more desperate than the rest of it, and Kris softened his grip, his face slackening a little.
“Oh…” Kris was staring at him with some newfound understanding now, his eyes traveling down to settle on Adam’s lips. He dropped his hands to his sides and looked incredibly apologetic.
Adam was thrown off because he’d been expecting Kris to just back off, not apologise. He lowered the hand that was wielding the Gummi Bear and raised the other hand to gingerly tilt Kris’ chin upwards.
“Hey now, what’s the matter?” his voice was gentle and low, and Kris visibly shivered at the words. Adam stared in surprise at the response he’d elicited from Kris, and looking more vulnerable than ever, Kris suddenly blushed. Adam had to blink twice to be sure, but yes, Kris was definitely blushing. Adam found his heart racing and a warm tingling spread throughout him. He stared straight down into Kris’ eyes, nothing but a question in his look… Seeking permission. Kris licked his lips subconsciously and nodded quickly in response.
That was all Adam needed.
He tilted his head downwards, brushing their lips together softly, once, twice, feeling Kris melt into his touch. This was nothing like that truth or dare kiss. This was real. It was slow, gentle, almost achingly reverent. Kris leaned into the kiss further, his body moving flush up against Adam’s, his hands coming up to slide around Adam’s neck, deepening the kiss. Adam found himself sighing against Kris’ lips, lips so unimaginably soft and pliant under his own. He ran his teeth gently along Kris’ lower lip before pulling back slowly to look at Kris.
Kris looked wrecked, face flushed, eyes wide, pupils completely blown, mouth parted breathlessly. Adam smiled in awe, amazed that he’d managed to put that look there. He reached across and ran the pad of his thumb gently across a moist bottom lip, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Kris’.
“Do you have any idea how crazy that mouth of yours has been driving me?” he whispered softly, his breath ghosting across Kris’ lips. Kris shivered again and Adam mused at the visceral response, chuckling to himself. Yeah, Kris was definitely getting it now.
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Author: alyssand
Rating: R (soft R, just a little language maybe? And kissing of course.)
Wordcount: 977
Disclaimer: Dont own em, never happened, as usual.
A/N: Unbeta'd. Here's my second kradam_kiss contribution! :) [i'd like to post one a day if i can write them]
(I know it sounds like a crack title but i guess it didn't turn out as much of a joke as I intended. lol. I fail.)
And now there was a constant itch in his mouth, for something. Of course that something, was completely out of bounds, because it happened to be attached to a married someone. And the only solution he could come up with to occupy (well distract, really) his mouth? Gummi Bears. Motherfucking Gummi Bears.
----
It’s not like he hasn’t thought about it a thousand times before. In all honesty, he’d be lying if he said it hasn’t plagued him every minute of every day. Ever since that damn game of truth or dare. And he’d had his chance, all those weeks back during a boring night in the mansion. The tension in the air had been palpable, or perhaps it had all been in his head. Because Kris had smirked at him, fucking smirked at him after Matt had dared him to kiss Kris. Adam had stared at him, wanting nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face. God, that mouth, the things he’d wanted to do to that mouth ever since he’d set eyes on it; Claim those lips until they were bruised and red and swollen, and so utterly used and beautiful.
So when Kris had turned to him with a taunting smile, that was exactly what he’d done.
~
And now there was a constant itch in his mouth, for something. Of course that something, was completely out of bounds, because it happened to be attached to a married someone. And the only solution he could come up with to occupy (well distract, really) his mouth? Gummi Bears. Motherfucking Gummi Bears. Seriously? But Gummi Bears to him right now were probably like a nicotine patch to a smoker; a quick fix, but never near good enough. He’d spent the last 2 weeks walking around with a packet of fruit flavoured Gummi Bears buried in his pocket at all times. Of course, they generally made a constant appearance when Kris was in the vicinity, which was why right now, Kris had him cornered in the kitchen and was being rather annoyingly inquisitive.
“Dude, you know, you’ll probably get diabetes or something at the rate you’re popping those, right?”
Adam pressed his lips into a thin line and tried to laugh it off, but there was a pained look in his eyes and it didn’t go unnoticed. Kris frowned and took a step towards him, his face scrunching up a little, looking somewhat lost. He looked like he was trying to think of what to say next and Adam held his breath in ragged anticipation, his nerves on edge, their sudden proximity making his heart thump wildly in his chest. Kris opened his mouth a couple of times to speak, but no words came out, and that didn’t help Adam’s predicament one bit, his eyes helplessly following the movement of Kris’ lips as they parted and closed repeatedly. Damn it.
He tentatively raised another Gummi Bear to his lips, hoping Kris would just let the whole thing go and move away, because fucking hell, his self-restraint was only going to hold up till a certain point. Kris’ hand moved swiftly to stop him and he very nearly staggered in shock at the abruptness of the contact, searing hot against his skin. They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, eyes locked, Kris’ fingers wrapped firmly around Adam’s wrist, just breathing, heavily.
Adam was the first to speak, through clenched teeth.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Kristopher?” Kris barely flinched at the menacing undertone in Adam’s voice. Instead he stared straight into Adam’s piercing glare, tightening his grip.
“You need to stop eating those damn sweets Adam, they’re crap for you. And you voice. You think you’d be smart enough to know not to fuck around with your throat during a singing competition.”
“I’m not fucking stupid Kris, I know what I’m doing, okay? Just leave me the fuck alone… Please?” The last word came out a lot softer, more desperate than the rest of it, and Kris softened his grip, his face slackening a little.
“Oh…” Kris was staring at him with some newfound understanding now, his eyes traveling down to settle on Adam’s lips. He dropped his hands to his sides and looked incredibly apologetic.
Adam was thrown off because he’d been expecting Kris to just back off, not apologise. He lowered the hand that was wielding the Gummi Bear and raised the other hand to gingerly tilt Kris’ chin upwards.
“Hey now, what’s the matter?” his voice was gentle and low, and Kris visibly shivered at the words. Adam stared in surprise at the response he’d elicited from Kris, and looking more vulnerable than ever, Kris suddenly blushed. Adam had to blink twice to be sure, but yes, Kris was definitely blushing. Adam found his heart racing and a warm tingling spread throughout him. He stared straight down into Kris’ eyes, nothing but a question in his look… Seeking permission. Kris licked his lips subconsciously and nodded quickly in response.
That was all Adam needed.
He tilted his head downwards, brushing their lips together softly, once, twice, feeling Kris melt into his touch. This was nothing like that truth or dare kiss. This was real. It was slow, gentle, almost achingly reverent. Kris leaned into the kiss further, his body moving flush up against Adam’s, his hands coming up to slide around Adam’s neck, deepening the kiss. Adam found himself sighing against Kris’ lips, lips so unimaginably soft and pliant under his own. He ran his teeth gently along Kris’ lower lip before pulling back slowly to look at Kris.
Kris looked wrecked, face flushed, eyes wide, pupils completely blown, mouth parted breathlessly. Adam smiled in awe, amazed that he’d managed to put that look there. He reached across and ran the pad of his thumb gently across a moist bottom lip, leaning forward to rest his forehead against Kris’.
“Do you have any idea how crazy that mouth of yours has been driving me?” he whispered softly, his breath ghosting across Kris’ lips. Kris shivered again and Adam mused at the visceral response, chuckling to himself. Yeah, Kris was definitely getting it now.
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