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Easy Does It
title: Easy Does It
pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
story prompt from moirariordan Newly-divorced Kris is "playing the field," and so he starts going out with every single, willing person that offers. He's a bit ~easy, so Adam is forced to see photos of him kissing everyone ~but him. He quickly gets fed up with this situation and seeks to remedy it.
rating: PG-15
word count: 2840
disclaimer: All fake as always. No harm intended
notes: written for kradam_kiss No beta - all mistakes mine. For my enabler sassymom03 I adore you bb
The first person Kris kisses after his divorce is Katy. Its love and relief and goodbye.
The second person Kris kisses after his divorce is Andrew. Because he always wanted to. Because now he can. And it’s nice and sweet and boring.
The third person Kris kisses after his divorce is Allison. She comes to his last show in Reno and throws herself into his arms and shouts that she’s twenty one and legal damnit so kiss me boy. And he does. And it’s silly and harmless and alarmingly like kissing his sister.
The fourth person Kris kisses after his divorce is John Barrowman. He’s tall and dark and gorgeous and completely safe because his partner, Scott is standing right next to him. But because it’s Kris (supposedly straight) and John (utterly gay) someone takes a photo and posts it, cropping Scott out and bleating to the world that Kris is helping John cheat on the man he loves.
The kiss is however, lovely. All wide mouth and soft lips and warm heat. John pulls away and tilts his head and asks Kris, “So, anything?”
Kris opens his eyes and glances at Scott who is looking just as interested. “That was …nice?” he sort of asks and John starts laughing.
“Oh honey, if that was nice then I am doing all sorts of everything wrong.” John looks over to Scott who is giggling. “Have I been doing it wrong all these years, baby?” he asks.
Kris can’t hold in his laughter either. “Sorry,” he gasps, “guess we don’t have chemistry.”
John slings an arm over his shoulder and grabs Scott’s hand. “Come with us, let’s get you drunk and I’m sure we can come up with someone who can make your toes curl.”
Kris lets himself be tugged to the bar and gets horribly drunk and wakes up in John and Scott’s guest bedroom with a brain-splitting headache and vague memories of being very bendy on the dance floor.
He groans when his phone rings and its “Sex on Fire” which means it can only be one person. “Hey Adam,” he groans and squeezes his eyes shut in the hope that it will squeeze his brain out of his ears.
“Don’t you fucking ‘hey Adam’ me!” Adam shrills.
“Don’t swear,” Kris corrects automatically.
“John Fucking Barrowman?” Adam asks, ignoring Kris’ request. “Seriously? I tell you to explore your feelings for men and you kiss John Fucking Barrowman?”
“Um…yeah?” Kris says and then has to hold his phone away from his ear while Adam yells at him. Then he puts it off and flops back onto the bed.
“Coffee?” Scott asks from the door. Kris nods, pathetically grateful. “That was an early call,” Scott notes as he hands Kris a mug.
“My best friend, calling to yell at me about kissing John,” Kris mumbles into the hot, dark liquid.
“Best friend, huh?” Scott asks and makes himself comfortable on the bed. John shuffles in, hair messy, sleep pants hanging low on his hips and Kris and Scott take a moment to appreciate the picture.
“Morning,” John says and kisses Scott. He shoves at Kris who scoots over and sits down next to him, tugging the sheet over him. “Morning,” he kisses Kris on the cheek. “Any post drunken orgy epiphanies?”
“No,” Kris admits, “apart from Adam not being happy with me kissing you.”
John perks up. “Really? Adam didn’t like that?”
Kris shakes his head and yawns. “No, he called you John Fucking Barrowman.” John and Scott exchange glances.
“Kris, honey, you told me that Adam is your best friend,” John says. Kris nods. “And nothing more?” he asks, eyes probing.
Kris shakes his head. ‘No. He had a crush once, when we were on Idol, but he’s moved on since then.”
“He’s dating?” Scott asks.
“Not right now,” Kris says and frowns. “He’s kinda picky.”
“Picky, right,” John says and the couple exchange weird looks again.
“What?” Kris asks, head hurting too much to be polite. “You’re having like a telepathic conversation right in front of me.” He sounds like he’s pouting. He actually might be.
“How do you feel about Adam?” John asks.
Kris takes a sip of the coffee, stalling. He doesn’t want to lie to his bright and shiny new gay friends. “And don’t lie,” Scott adds, “We’ll know. We have gaydar.”
Kris frowns. “Isn’t that like supposed to be for spotting a non-obvious gay guy?”
“And other things,” Scott says mysteriously.
Kris is pouting. “Fine,” he huffs. “I like Adam. Like a lot.”
“Like friends a lot?” Scott asks. Kris shrugs.
“Or like boyfriends a lot?” John asks. Kris sighs.
“Yeah.” And then sits up straight. “I mean, no, of course not, we’re friends. Nothing more.” He stops stumbling over his words when he catches John’s eye. “I am so screwed.”
“Now that you’re our newest favourite person, maybe we can help you with your little dilemma,” John suggests.
Kris looks at him. “What do you mean?”
“Is Adam the jealous type?” Scott asks, obviously with the same brain as his partner’s.
Kris shrugs. “I guess, he wasn’t happy with me kissing you, but maybe that’s because you’re old. I mean older,” he amends hastily as Scott falls off the end of the bed laughing. He might have been helped off by John’s foot.
“So,” John says, tapping his finger on his chin, “we need to get you out there, kissing boys.”
“That’s what Adam told me to do!” Kris protests.
Scott climbs back on the bed and shares an evil grin with John. “I doubt he thought that you would actually do it though,” he says.
“But then why would he tell me to….oh.” Kris stops, light dawning. “Oh.” He looks at John, eyes bright. “So are you going to help me get him then?” he asks hopefully.
“Absolutely,” John agrees and smiles into Scott’s eyes. “We’re going to get him for you.”
So, the fifth person Kris kisses after his divorce is Zachary Quinto. And it’s totally by accident. It’s just, his lips are there and the reporter is asking Zach about his rumoured affair with Chris Pine and he grabs Kris and kisses him. So not his fault.
Zach’s lips taste of oranges and spice and it is actually a pretty good kiss so if he moans a little when Mr. Spock pulls away it is so not his fault
But it makes the tabloids anyway and Kris gets another early phone call from Adam somewhere in Bumfudge, Nowhereland, asking him when he became lip buddies with Mr. Spock.
“We need a name,” John tells him at dinner a week later, “Something like the Kris Allen Kiss Project.”
“Or the Bring Adam Lambert to Heel Project,” Scott suggests.
Kris slurps his soup deliberately loudly.
The sixth person Kris kisses after his divorce is Chris Pine. Again, so not his fault. But he’d apparently seen the pictures of Zach Quinto kissing Kris, so decided that what was good for the gander was obviously good for the other gander.
Chris kissing Kris sounds like a line from a bad sitcom but he submits to the mauling amiably and to be fair, Captain Kirk is a pretty good kisser. Although if he has to choose, Kris would opt for Mr. Spock. He has cool ears.
John and Scott are around to hear Adam’s message. Kris refuses to answer his phone if he sees its Adam now. The message is loud, full of swearing and vaguely threatening. Although just who Adam is threatening isn’t quite clear.
“It might actually be working,” John whispers to Scott. Kris has a pillow over his face because E!News is running a segment called, “To All the Boys I’ve Kissed Before” and at the moment it’s only one kisser (Kris) with multiple kissees. John is delighted.
The seventh person Kris kisses after his divorce is Zac Efron. He’s a couple of years younger than Kris but he’s been around in show business way longer so he knows how to kiss. He’s a great kisser. Kris thinks that the fact that he’s so enjoying this kissing guys thing is probably an indication that he might not be 100% straight after all.
It’s for publicity and charity so it doesn’t really count. Although judging from the amount of noise Adam makes when the make-out session is discussed on Bill O’Reilly as a bad example for the youth of today, it might not have looked quite that innocent.
Also the fact that John and Scott are far too interested in that particular kiss makes Kris wonder at their altruism.
“Why are you helping me?” he asks after refusing to tell them what Zac’s mouth tastes like (mint and lemon).
“Because we like you,” Scott says.
“Because we want you to be happy,” John says.
“But why?” Kris asks. They do that weird mental telepathy couple thing again and John stares at him.
“It’s very hard to be a gay man in our industry,” he says eventually. “Most times they cast you as the comic relief or they don’t take you seriously or they make you hide it away.” He puts a big hand on Kris’ knee. “Adam is one of a very small group of men who are almost above that. Almost accepted.”
Scott takes up the narrative. “But we see how hard it is. Being up there, alone.” He looks at John and Kris kind of wants to turn away because the love there is a private thing. “We want him to have someone special, someone who will carry him when the burden becomes too much, who will love him no matter what the tabloids bleat.”
John wraps their fingers together. “We’d actually love the world to have what we have. A partner, a best friend, a lover, a place to come home to.” He smiles at Kris, hand still in Scott’s. “I think Adam is that for you and judging from his reactions to your kissing bandit escapades, you might be that for him.”
“So you’re my fairy godfathers?” Kris asks and they all fall about laughing.
The eighth person Kris kisses after his divorce is Brad. He calls him and asks him out and they go to a steak house and have a great time.
“Why me?” Brad asks him. They’re eating ice cream and sharing spoons because Kris has chocolate and Brad has strawberry vanilla and they both want something of everything.
Kris doesn’t pretend not to understand. “Because you know him and you know me and I need to know how I feel.”
So, much later Brad pulls him onto the dance floor in a tiny, grungy, scary club and puts Kris’ hands on his hips and twists his fingers through Kris’ hair and oozes against him, slinky and sexy, all the while telling him wicked and witty things about the people they see around them.
Kris is torn between laughter and arousal and Brad grins at him and pulls him close and kisses him. He bites at Kris’ bottom lip until he opens his mouth and lets him in. Kisses and kisses and kisses until the floor is spinning beneath him and he can’t remember his name.
“Are you sure yet?” Brad asks, a breath of sound that Kris can feel in his spine.
“Yes,” he gasps, “I’m sure.” And they leave the club and Kris kisses Brad at the curb and hands him into the cab and he goes home.
The banging on his door wakes him the next morning. He’s still rubbing sleep out of his eyes when he opens it and Adam storms in.
“Brad? You fucker! Seriously?” he shouts and Kris scratches at his belly and squints at him.
Adam seems to notice that Kris is standing there in boxers and nothing else. “I swear, if you slept with him…” he strides off to the bedroom, lifting the comforter suspiciously as though Brad was hiding there.
Kris watches him from the doorway, still half asleep and suddenly very, very aroused. “Who are you looking for?” he asks, trying for nonchalance. Although, hiding a boner the size of the Golden Gate Bridge while wearing boxers is going to be tough, to say the least.
Adam turns to him, eyes almost electric. “I’m looking for that slutbag of an ex, Brad,” he explains and then crouches down to look under the bed.
“Why?” Kris asks, “You’re not with him any more. Surely that means he can be with who he wants.” He’s learnt a lot from hanging with John and Scott. Although he’s always been sneaky.
“I don’t care about him!” Adam exclaims, hands waving as he stalks to the bathroom, flinging the door wide and obviously prepared to have an ‘a-ha!’ moment.
“Well then, I don’t see what the problem is,” Kris says, voice still a little rough from sleep. “He’s free, I’m free, we’re free men, to be free with each other.”
Adam comes away from the bathroom and he’s there, in Kris’ space, all heat and hurt and confusion. “What?” he asks, breath ghosting across Kris’ cheek. “I don’t understand.”
Kris steps back, away, he needs air and he picks up the t-shirt he threw down the night before and pulls it over his head.
“I’m just sayin’,” he drawls and he knows its dirty pool, he knows what that slow Southern style does to Adam, “there’s nothin’ stoppin’ us from bein’ together.” He’s deliberate in his speech, stretching the vowels, dropping the consonants, thickening his accent until its syrup and honey.
He sees the dazed expression on Adam’s face, sees the lack of comprehension. So he tries again. “Why shouldn’t we be together?” he asks and waits.
Adam isn’t stupid. He’s been around the block a good few times, but Kris has always messed with his perceptions, his conceptions of what people should be. So he stutters and stumbles. “It’s like a rule; you don’t go out with your best friend’s exes!” He sounds uncertain though and looks at Kris.
“Why would you do that?” his voice is small and wounded and Kris wants to apologize but Adam has been such an ass since the divorce and the conversation they’d had about Kris maybe wanting to kiss him some time. For real.
“You didn’t want me.” Kris is brutal but honest and that’s how they’ve always been. “You told me to go out there and kiss boys and girls and figure out what I wanted.”
“But….” Adam stalls.
“But?” Kris asks, he’s been waiting for this, hoping for this, dreading this.
“But…I…” Adam stammers and then looks at Kris. Really looks at him, in his boxers and t-shirt and sleep-mussed hair. “But you were supposed to be with me.”
That truth is pulled out of Adam in a burning chain of honest words and Kris wants to dance in triumph. But he holds his pose, his indifference, because this is all on Adam.
“I wanted to be with you, but you told me to be with other people,” Kris points out, unerringly honest.
Adam’s face is something awful to see, broken and tragic and unsure. “I didn’t mean it,” he eventually confesses. “I meant that you should come to me.”
Kris walks to him, suddenly sure of everything. John and Scott are like prophets or something. “So why did you send me out there?” he asks, voice low and soothing.
“I needed you to be sure,” Adam tells him.
“Sure of what?” Kris asks, even though he knows the answer.
“Sure of us.” Adam’s voice is thin and sad.
“But you told me that you didn’t think of me like that,” Kris points out, determined to make Adam see what an ass he’s been.
“I lied!” Adam yells in exasperation. And they look at each other and Adam repeats, “I lied, okay, I want to be the only person you ever kiss again.”
“Okay,” Kris agrees, his mouth curving in a grin that tells the world that he knows he’s won. “So kiss me.”
Adam kisses him.
Its like no kiss Kris has ever had. Its possession and longing and sex and belonging and love.
Most of all its love.
Adam’s mouth tastes of strawberries. Or maybe it’s his lip-gloss. But he opens up for Kris and lets him in. Kris lets his tongue taste every part of Adam’s mouth. He lets Adam’s tongue explore his own. Sometimes their tongues meet, get tangled and confused and wrestle a little, but then they’re back to finding out if that tastes as good as it looks.
And it does.
Kissing is Kris’ favourite thing. Especially if Adam is doing the kissing. Down his neck, biting kisses that are going to leave marks. On his stomach, sucking kisses that make him take deep breaths. On his cock, wet kisses with a tiny hint of teeth that tell him that he belongs here, now, with Adam, only.
The last person Kris kisses after his divorce is Adam.
The last person Kris kisses is Adam.
Only Adam.
Forever.
Adam.
pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
story prompt from moirariordan Newly-divorced Kris is "playing the field," and so he starts going out with every single, willing person that offers. He's a bit ~easy, so Adam is forced to see photos of him kissing everyone ~but him. He quickly gets fed up with this situation and seeks to remedy it.
rating: PG-15
word count: 2840
disclaimer: All fake as always. No harm intended
notes: written for kradam_kiss No beta - all mistakes mine. For my enabler sassymom03 I adore you bb
The first person Kris kisses after his divorce is Katy. Its love and relief and goodbye.
The second person Kris kisses after his divorce is Andrew. Because he always wanted to. Because now he can. And it’s nice and sweet and boring.
The third person Kris kisses after his divorce is Allison. She comes to his last show in Reno and throws herself into his arms and shouts that she’s twenty one and legal damnit so kiss me boy. And he does. And it’s silly and harmless and alarmingly like kissing his sister.
The fourth person Kris kisses after his divorce is John Barrowman. He’s tall and dark and gorgeous and completely safe because his partner, Scott is standing right next to him. But because it’s Kris (supposedly straight) and John (utterly gay) someone takes a photo and posts it, cropping Scott out and bleating to the world that Kris is helping John cheat on the man he loves.
The kiss is however, lovely. All wide mouth and soft lips and warm heat. John pulls away and tilts his head and asks Kris, “So, anything?”
Kris opens his eyes and glances at Scott who is looking just as interested. “That was …nice?” he sort of asks and John starts laughing.
“Oh honey, if that was nice then I am doing all sorts of everything wrong.” John looks over to Scott who is giggling. “Have I been doing it wrong all these years, baby?” he asks.
Kris can’t hold in his laughter either. “Sorry,” he gasps, “guess we don’t have chemistry.”
John slings an arm over his shoulder and grabs Scott’s hand. “Come with us, let’s get you drunk and I’m sure we can come up with someone who can make your toes curl.”
Kris lets himself be tugged to the bar and gets horribly drunk and wakes up in John and Scott’s guest bedroom with a brain-splitting headache and vague memories of being very bendy on the dance floor.
He groans when his phone rings and its “Sex on Fire” which means it can only be one person. “Hey Adam,” he groans and squeezes his eyes shut in the hope that it will squeeze his brain out of his ears.
“Don’t you fucking ‘hey Adam’ me!” Adam shrills.
“Don’t swear,” Kris corrects automatically.
“John Fucking Barrowman?” Adam asks, ignoring Kris’ request. “Seriously? I tell you to explore your feelings for men and you kiss John Fucking Barrowman?”
“Um…yeah?” Kris says and then has to hold his phone away from his ear while Adam yells at him. Then he puts it off and flops back onto the bed.
“Coffee?” Scott asks from the door. Kris nods, pathetically grateful. “That was an early call,” Scott notes as he hands Kris a mug.
“My best friend, calling to yell at me about kissing John,” Kris mumbles into the hot, dark liquid.
“Best friend, huh?” Scott asks and makes himself comfortable on the bed. John shuffles in, hair messy, sleep pants hanging low on his hips and Kris and Scott take a moment to appreciate the picture.
“Morning,” John says and kisses Scott. He shoves at Kris who scoots over and sits down next to him, tugging the sheet over him. “Morning,” he kisses Kris on the cheek. “Any post drunken orgy epiphanies?”
“No,” Kris admits, “apart from Adam not being happy with me kissing you.”
John perks up. “Really? Adam didn’t like that?”
Kris shakes his head and yawns. “No, he called you John Fucking Barrowman.” John and Scott exchange glances.
“Kris, honey, you told me that Adam is your best friend,” John says. Kris nods. “And nothing more?” he asks, eyes probing.
Kris shakes his head. ‘No. He had a crush once, when we were on Idol, but he’s moved on since then.”
“He’s dating?” Scott asks.
“Not right now,” Kris says and frowns. “He’s kinda picky.”
“Picky, right,” John says and the couple exchange weird looks again.
“What?” Kris asks, head hurting too much to be polite. “You’re having like a telepathic conversation right in front of me.” He sounds like he’s pouting. He actually might be.
“How do you feel about Adam?” John asks.
Kris takes a sip of the coffee, stalling. He doesn’t want to lie to his bright and shiny new gay friends. “And don’t lie,” Scott adds, “We’ll know. We have gaydar.”
Kris frowns. “Isn’t that like supposed to be for spotting a non-obvious gay guy?”
“And other things,” Scott says mysteriously.
Kris is pouting. “Fine,” he huffs. “I like Adam. Like a lot.”
“Like friends a lot?” Scott asks. Kris shrugs.
“Or like boyfriends a lot?” John asks. Kris sighs.
“Yeah.” And then sits up straight. “I mean, no, of course not, we’re friends. Nothing more.” He stops stumbling over his words when he catches John’s eye. “I am so screwed.”
“Now that you’re our newest favourite person, maybe we can help you with your little dilemma,” John suggests.
Kris looks at him. “What do you mean?”
“Is Adam the jealous type?” Scott asks, obviously with the same brain as his partner’s.
Kris shrugs. “I guess, he wasn’t happy with me kissing you, but maybe that’s because you’re old. I mean older,” he amends hastily as Scott falls off the end of the bed laughing. He might have been helped off by John’s foot.
“So,” John says, tapping his finger on his chin, “we need to get you out there, kissing boys.”
“That’s what Adam told me to do!” Kris protests.
Scott climbs back on the bed and shares an evil grin with John. “I doubt he thought that you would actually do it though,” he says.
“But then why would he tell me to….oh.” Kris stops, light dawning. “Oh.” He looks at John, eyes bright. “So are you going to help me get him then?” he asks hopefully.
“Absolutely,” John agrees and smiles into Scott’s eyes. “We’re going to get him for you.”
So, the fifth person Kris kisses after his divorce is Zachary Quinto. And it’s totally by accident. It’s just, his lips are there and the reporter is asking Zach about his rumoured affair with Chris Pine and he grabs Kris and kisses him. So not his fault.
Zach’s lips taste of oranges and spice and it is actually a pretty good kiss so if he moans a little when Mr. Spock pulls away it is so not his fault
But it makes the tabloids anyway and Kris gets another early phone call from Adam somewhere in Bumfudge, Nowhereland, asking him when he became lip buddies with Mr. Spock.
“We need a name,” John tells him at dinner a week later, “Something like the Kris Allen Kiss Project.”
“Or the Bring Adam Lambert to Heel Project,” Scott suggests.
Kris slurps his soup deliberately loudly.
The sixth person Kris kisses after his divorce is Chris Pine. Again, so not his fault. But he’d apparently seen the pictures of Zach Quinto kissing Kris, so decided that what was good for the gander was obviously good for the other gander.
Chris kissing Kris sounds like a line from a bad sitcom but he submits to the mauling amiably and to be fair, Captain Kirk is a pretty good kisser. Although if he has to choose, Kris would opt for Mr. Spock. He has cool ears.
John and Scott are around to hear Adam’s message. Kris refuses to answer his phone if he sees its Adam now. The message is loud, full of swearing and vaguely threatening. Although just who Adam is threatening isn’t quite clear.
“It might actually be working,” John whispers to Scott. Kris has a pillow over his face because E!News is running a segment called, “To All the Boys I’ve Kissed Before” and at the moment it’s only one kisser (Kris) with multiple kissees. John is delighted.
The seventh person Kris kisses after his divorce is Zac Efron. He’s a couple of years younger than Kris but he’s been around in show business way longer so he knows how to kiss. He’s a great kisser. Kris thinks that the fact that he’s so enjoying this kissing guys thing is probably an indication that he might not be 100% straight after all.
It’s for publicity and charity so it doesn’t really count. Although judging from the amount of noise Adam makes when the make-out session is discussed on Bill O’Reilly as a bad example for the youth of today, it might not have looked quite that innocent.
Also the fact that John and Scott are far too interested in that particular kiss makes Kris wonder at their altruism.
“Why are you helping me?” he asks after refusing to tell them what Zac’s mouth tastes like (mint and lemon).
“Because we like you,” Scott says.
“Because we want you to be happy,” John says.
“But why?” Kris asks. They do that weird mental telepathy couple thing again and John stares at him.
“It’s very hard to be a gay man in our industry,” he says eventually. “Most times they cast you as the comic relief or they don’t take you seriously or they make you hide it away.” He puts a big hand on Kris’ knee. “Adam is one of a very small group of men who are almost above that. Almost accepted.”
Scott takes up the narrative. “But we see how hard it is. Being up there, alone.” He looks at John and Kris kind of wants to turn away because the love there is a private thing. “We want him to have someone special, someone who will carry him when the burden becomes too much, who will love him no matter what the tabloids bleat.”
John wraps their fingers together. “We’d actually love the world to have what we have. A partner, a best friend, a lover, a place to come home to.” He smiles at Kris, hand still in Scott’s. “I think Adam is that for you and judging from his reactions to your kissing bandit escapades, you might be that for him.”
“So you’re my fairy godfathers?” Kris asks and they all fall about laughing.
The eighth person Kris kisses after his divorce is Brad. He calls him and asks him out and they go to a steak house and have a great time.
“Why me?” Brad asks him. They’re eating ice cream and sharing spoons because Kris has chocolate and Brad has strawberry vanilla and they both want something of everything.
Kris doesn’t pretend not to understand. “Because you know him and you know me and I need to know how I feel.”
So, much later Brad pulls him onto the dance floor in a tiny, grungy, scary club and puts Kris’ hands on his hips and twists his fingers through Kris’ hair and oozes against him, slinky and sexy, all the while telling him wicked and witty things about the people they see around them.
Kris is torn between laughter and arousal and Brad grins at him and pulls him close and kisses him. He bites at Kris’ bottom lip until he opens his mouth and lets him in. Kisses and kisses and kisses until the floor is spinning beneath him and he can’t remember his name.
“Are you sure yet?” Brad asks, a breath of sound that Kris can feel in his spine.
“Yes,” he gasps, “I’m sure.” And they leave the club and Kris kisses Brad at the curb and hands him into the cab and he goes home.
The banging on his door wakes him the next morning. He’s still rubbing sleep out of his eyes when he opens it and Adam storms in.
“Brad? You fucker! Seriously?” he shouts and Kris scratches at his belly and squints at him.
Adam seems to notice that Kris is standing there in boxers and nothing else. “I swear, if you slept with him…” he strides off to the bedroom, lifting the comforter suspiciously as though Brad was hiding there.
Kris watches him from the doorway, still half asleep and suddenly very, very aroused. “Who are you looking for?” he asks, trying for nonchalance. Although, hiding a boner the size of the Golden Gate Bridge while wearing boxers is going to be tough, to say the least.
Adam turns to him, eyes almost electric. “I’m looking for that slutbag of an ex, Brad,” he explains and then crouches down to look under the bed.
“Why?” Kris asks, “You’re not with him any more. Surely that means he can be with who he wants.” He’s learnt a lot from hanging with John and Scott. Although he’s always been sneaky.
“I don’t care about him!” Adam exclaims, hands waving as he stalks to the bathroom, flinging the door wide and obviously prepared to have an ‘a-ha!’ moment.
“Well then, I don’t see what the problem is,” Kris says, voice still a little rough from sleep. “He’s free, I’m free, we’re free men, to be free with each other.”
Adam comes away from the bathroom and he’s there, in Kris’ space, all heat and hurt and confusion. “What?” he asks, breath ghosting across Kris’ cheek. “I don’t understand.”
Kris steps back, away, he needs air and he picks up the t-shirt he threw down the night before and pulls it over his head.
“I’m just sayin’,” he drawls and he knows its dirty pool, he knows what that slow Southern style does to Adam, “there’s nothin’ stoppin’ us from bein’ together.” He’s deliberate in his speech, stretching the vowels, dropping the consonants, thickening his accent until its syrup and honey.
He sees the dazed expression on Adam’s face, sees the lack of comprehension. So he tries again. “Why shouldn’t we be together?” he asks and waits.
Adam isn’t stupid. He’s been around the block a good few times, but Kris has always messed with his perceptions, his conceptions of what people should be. So he stutters and stumbles. “It’s like a rule; you don’t go out with your best friend’s exes!” He sounds uncertain though and looks at Kris.
“Why would you do that?” his voice is small and wounded and Kris wants to apologize but Adam has been such an ass since the divorce and the conversation they’d had about Kris maybe wanting to kiss him some time. For real.
“You didn’t want me.” Kris is brutal but honest and that’s how they’ve always been. “You told me to go out there and kiss boys and girls and figure out what I wanted.”
“But….” Adam stalls.
“But?” Kris asks, he’s been waiting for this, hoping for this, dreading this.
“But…I…” Adam stammers and then looks at Kris. Really looks at him, in his boxers and t-shirt and sleep-mussed hair. “But you were supposed to be with me.”
That truth is pulled out of Adam in a burning chain of honest words and Kris wants to dance in triumph. But he holds his pose, his indifference, because this is all on Adam.
“I wanted to be with you, but you told me to be with other people,” Kris points out, unerringly honest.
Adam’s face is something awful to see, broken and tragic and unsure. “I didn’t mean it,” he eventually confesses. “I meant that you should come to me.”
Kris walks to him, suddenly sure of everything. John and Scott are like prophets or something. “So why did you send me out there?” he asks, voice low and soothing.
“I needed you to be sure,” Adam tells him.
“Sure of what?” Kris asks, even though he knows the answer.
“Sure of us.” Adam’s voice is thin and sad.
“But you told me that you didn’t think of me like that,” Kris points out, determined to make Adam see what an ass he’s been.
“I lied!” Adam yells in exasperation. And they look at each other and Adam repeats, “I lied, okay, I want to be the only person you ever kiss again.”
“Okay,” Kris agrees, his mouth curving in a grin that tells the world that he knows he’s won. “So kiss me.”
Adam kisses him.
Its like no kiss Kris has ever had. Its possession and longing and sex and belonging and love.
Most of all its love.
Adam’s mouth tastes of strawberries. Or maybe it’s his lip-gloss. But he opens up for Kris and lets him in. Kris lets his tongue taste every part of Adam’s mouth. He lets Adam’s tongue explore his own. Sometimes their tongues meet, get tangled and confused and wrestle a little, but then they’re back to finding out if that tastes as good as it looks.
And it does.
Kissing is Kris’ favourite thing. Especially if Adam is doing the kissing. Down his neck, biting kisses that are going to leave marks. On his stomach, sucking kisses that make him take deep breaths. On his cock, wet kisses with a tiny hint of teeth that tell him that he belongs here, now, with Adam, only.
The last person Kris kisses after his divorce is Adam.
The last person Kris kisses is Adam.
Only Adam.
Forever.
Adam.