Fic: Plans
Posting is (finally!) done over at kradam_holidays, so I figured it was about time to post the the fics I wrote. Here's the first, enjoy!
Title: Plans
Pairing(s): Kris/Adam, Kris/Tommy
Word Count: 1328
Summary: Kris had plans, really. He just doesn’t know what happened to them.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Author's notes: Written for claire_kay. Basically, this started out really angsty, and then Kris got drunk and ruined that plan (as well as his own). The fic can also be found here.
This isn’t really how Kris had wanted to come out to Adam. He’d had plans; plans that involved dinner and serious conversation and some revelations on Adam’s part. If things went really well, he was even hoping for some kissing. Adam’s always saying how good he is at it and Kris is maybe sort of a kiss slut. (And hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. Or, that’s what he tells his friends who don’t seem to understand his habit of serial kissing.) Needless to say, he was kind of looking forward to that part the most. And okay, yeah, there’s definitely kissing happening right now, just with the wrong person, and Adam is definitely having a revelation - but this is not at all what Kris had in mind.
He’s going to have to blame Tommy for this one, with his stupid pouty lips and dark eyes and insanely soft hair. Really, Kris just wanted to touch it. It looked so shiny and Kris has this problem when he drinks where he just can’t not touch, so he had walked over and run his fingers through it without even saying anything. Tommy didn’t even seem to mind either; he just laughed and wrapped an arm around Kris for one of those awkward side hugs. Except when he pulled Kris in for the hug, Kris lost his balance a little and his grip tightened in Tommy’s hair and suddenly Tommy was making this gasping noise, his eyes going dark and cloudy, and Kris found himself clinging to Tommy for reasons other than his lack of balance.
He doesn’t remember for sure how they ended up in Adam’s kitchen either. (He’s pretty sure it had a lot to do with Tommy’s voice, rough and damp against his ear.) But all he knows is that the marble of the counter is cool against his thighs and Tommy’s nails feel great against his back and Tommy fits perfectly between his legs. (And why is Kris the one on the counter anyway? He’s clearly the stronger one here.) But Tommy’s tongue just feels so good in his mouth, all slick and strong and tasting like beer and - licorice? Tommy definitely had some licorice. He really doesn’t want to stop, so even after he hears someone come into the kitchen, he doesn’t. He just keeps licking into Tommy’s mouth and sucking on his tongue, so lost in how unbelievably good it is that it doesn’t register at first whose voice is behind them cursing and slamming the door. And then when it does register, his eyes go wide and he’s cursing too.
“Fucking worst timing,” Tommy mumbles, forehead pressed against Kris’s.
Kris moans in agreement. It’s not even the good kind of moan. It’s like a dying baby bear lost in the woods without its mama.
Tommy bites at Kris’s lower lip briefly, probably to make the moaning stop. It’s pretty effective. “You gonna go after him?” he asks, pulling back all together.
Kris sighs and his lower lip somehow manages to push itself away from his face. It’s not a pout, not at all. His lip is probably just chasing Tommy’s.
Tommy raises an eyebrow and pulls him down off the counter. He’s obviously been spending way too much time with Adam; they’re sharing expressions now.
But Kris stumbles out the doorway anyway, bleary eyes scanning the party for Adam while the bass manages to scramble his brains even more than they already are, if that’s possible. He’s not downstairs, which means he probably went upstairs to fume. It’s usually best that he’s left alone when he’s like this, but Kris’ feet don’t get the message. They take the stairs one by one, his hands clutching onto the banister for dear life until he somehow manages to make it to the top. He wobbles precariously through the hallway, bouncing from wall to wall and leaving a trail of tilted picture frames in his wake as he walks towards Adam’s bedroom. Predictably, the door is locked, so he jiggles the handle until it finally opens from the other side and he’s sliding across the door and onto Adam’s chest.
“Mmm,” Kris says, pressing his face into the warmth.
“Can I help you?” Adam asks, voice rumbling angrily in his chest.
“Bed?” Kris suggests. The whole standing thing isn’t working so well for him and he needs every advantage he can get right now if he’s going to make Adam understand.
Adam grips him by the shoulders and steers him towards the bed until Kris is close enough to just fall onto it. He does, arms flailing a little before he realizes his back has already made contact with the fluffy comforter. Kris sighs happily and reaches both hands out, trying to wave Adam towards him and onto the bed. “You have got to be kidding me,” Adam says, glaring down at Kris.
Kris frowns and hits his hand repeatedly on the bed next to him until Adam does finally join him, sitting at the edge, tense and with his back to Kris.
“M’kinda gay,” Kris blurts out. Smooth Allen, he thinks, but at least it’s out there now.
If Adam’s surprised, he doesn’t show it in the least. “I noticed,” he states.
Not the way Kris wants him to though. Kris tries again. “Yeah, but I’m gay for you.”
“And Tommy apparently,” Adam adds. Why did Kris even think that Adam was going to let that one go?
“Not really,” Kris murmurs, “but his hair’s soft.”
Adam does look at him after that, eyebrows raised as if to ask, “Are you freaking serious?” He doesn’t say that out loud though, he just says, “He has soft hair, so what? You decided to climb him to get closer to it and got distracted by his mouth on the way?”
Kris shrugs. He still doesn’t know what happened there. As far as he can tell, that might be a relatively decent explanation. But Adam is still not understanding. “Wanted to kiss you,” he insists.
“I’m sure you did,” Adam laughs. It’s a short, unhappy laugh and Kris wants to cover Adam’s mouth so that he never has to hear that sound coming from him again.
“No,” Kris says, impatient because his tongue feels fuzzy and he can’t get the words to come out the way he needs them to. He squeezes his eyes closed in concentration, and tries one more time. “I always want to kiss you. I want to kiss you on your couch and in my kitchen and in the middle of a movie theater when no one’s looking and on a crowded sidewalk where they are. I want to fall asleep kissing you and wake you up with more kisses.”
Adam doesn’t respond, but his face softens and he lies back onto the bed, turning on his side towards Kris. “I want to kiss you because you’re you, Adam,” Kris finishes, hoping it’s enough to get his point across.
“You can’t keep kissing Tommy like that then,” Adam says sternly, the twitch of his lips betraying the seriousness of his statement.
Kris lets out a breathy laugh, half happiness and half relief. “Neither can you,” he teases.
Adam laughs along and closes the distance between them. It’s a little clumsy because their mouths are still open and Kris is still pretty drunk, but Adam’s laughter echoes in his mouth and tastes like bubbles and honey, bouncing sweetly to the back of his throat and sliding warm into the depths his body. If he hadn’t been drunk already, he would be now.
“We still need to talk,” Adam says against his lips, barely pulling away before he’s kissing them again. “In the morning, okay?”
Kris hums in agreement, wiggling into Adam’s arms and never breaking the kiss. This was not at all what he had in mind, but he’s not sure he actually cares. He has a new plan: all it includes is kissing Adam.
Title: Plans
Pairing(s): Kris/Adam, Kris/Tommy
Word Count: 1328
Summary: Kris had plans, really. He just doesn’t know what happened to them.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None
Author's notes: Written for claire_kay. Basically, this started out really angsty, and then Kris got drunk and ruined that plan (as well as his own). The fic can also be found here.
This isn’t really how Kris had wanted to come out to Adam. He’d had plans; plans that involved dinner and serious conversation and some revelations on Adam’s part. If things went really well, he was even hoping for some kissing. Adam’s always saying how good he is at it and Kris is maybe sort of a kiss slut. (And hey, there’s nothing wrong with that. Or, that’s what he tells his friends who don’t seem to understand his habit of serial kissing.) Needless to say, he was kind of looking forward to that part the most. And okay, yeah, there’s definitely kissing happening right now, just with the wrong person, and Adam is definitely having a revelation - but this is not at all what Kris had in mind.
He’s going to have to blame Tommy for this one, with his stupid pouty lips and dark eyes and insanely soft hair. Really, Kris just wanted to touch it. It looked so shiny and Kris has this problem when he drinks where he just can’t not touch, so he had walked over and run his fingers through it without even saying anything. Tommy didn’t even seem to mind either; he just laughed and wrapped an arm around Kris for one of those awkward side hugs. Except when he pulled Kris in for the hug, Kris lost his balance a little and his grip tightened in Tommy’s hair and suddenly Tommy was making this gasping noise, his eyes going dark and cloudy, and Kris found himself clinging to Tommy for reasons other than his lack of balance.
He doesn’t remember for sure how they ended up in Adam’s kitchen either. (He’s pretty sure it had a lot to do with Tommy’s voice, rough and damp against his ear.) But all he knows is that the marble of the counter is cool against his thighs and Tommy’s nails feel great against his back and Tommy fits perfectly between his legs. (And why is Kris the one on the counter anyway? He’s clearly the stronger one here.) But Tommy’s tongue just feels so good in his mouth, all slick and strong and tasting like beer and - licorice? Tommy definitely had some licorice. He really doesn’t want to stop, so even after he hears someone come into the kitchen, he doesn’t. He just keeps licking into Tommy’s mouth and sucking on his tongue, so lost in how unbelievably good it is that it doesn’t register at first whose voice is behind them cursing and slamming the door. And then when it does register, his eyes go wide and he’s cursing too.
“Fucking worst timing,” Tommy mumbles, forehead pressed against Kris’s.
Kris moans in agreement. It’s not even the good kind of moan. It’s like a dying baby bear lost in the woods without its mama.
Tommy bites at Kris’s lower lip briefly, probably to make the moaning stop. It’s pretty effective. “You gonna go after him?” he asks, pulling back all together.
Kris sighs and his lower lip somehow manages to push itself away from his face. It’s not a pout, not at all. His lip is probably just chasing Tommy’s.
Tommy raises an eyebrow and pulls him down off the counter. He’s obviously been spending way too much time with Adam; they’re sharing expressions now.
But Kris stumbles out the doorway anyway, bleary eyes scanning the party for Adam while the bass manages to scramble his brains even more than they already are, if that’s possible. He’s not downstairs, which means he probably went upstairs to fume. It’s usually best that he’s left alone when he’s like this, but Kris’ feet don’t get the message. They take the stairs one by one, his hands clutching onto the banister for dear life until he somehow manages to make it to the top. He wobbles precariously through the hallway, bouncing from wall to wall and leaving a trail of tilted picture frames in his wake as he walks towards Adam’s bedroom. Predictably, the door is locked, so he jiggles the handle until it finally opens from the other side and he’s sliding across the door and onto Adam’s chest.
“Mmm,” Kris says, pressing his face into the warmth.
“Can I help you?” Adam asks, voice rumbling angrily in his chest.
“Bed?” Kris suggests. The whole standing thing isn’t working so well for him and he needs every advantage he can get right now if he’s going to make Adam understand.
Adam grips him by the shoulders and steers him towards the bed until Kris is close enough to just fall onto it. He does, arms flailing a little before he realizes his back has already made contact with the fluffy comforter. Kris sighs happily and reaches both hands out, trying to wave Adam towards him and onto the bed. “You have got to be kidding me,” Adam says, glaring down at Kris.
Kris frowns and hits his hand repeatedly on the bed next to him until Adam does finally join him, sitting at the edge, tense and with his back to Kris.
“M’kinda gay,” Kris blurts out. Smooth Allen, he thinks, but at least it’s out there now.
If Adam’s surprised, he doesn’t show it in the least. “I noticed,” he states.
Not the way Kris wants him to though. Kris tries again. “Yeah, but I’m gay for you.”
“And Tommy apparently,” Adam adds. Why did Kris even think that Adam was going to let that one go?
“Not really,” Kris murmurs, “but his hair’s soft.”
Adam does look at him after that, eyebrows raised as if to ask, “Are you freaking serious?” He doesn’t say that out loud though, he just says, “He has soft hair, so what? You decided to climb him to get closer to it and got distracted by his mouth on the way?”
Kris shrugs. He still doesn’t know what happened there. As far as he can tell, that might be a relatively decent explanation. But Adam is still not understanding. “Wanted to kiss you,” he insists.
“I’m sure you did,” Adam laughs. It’s a short, unhappy laugh and Kris wants to cover Adam’s mouth so that he never has to hear that sound coming from him again.
“No,” Kris says, impatient because his tongue feels fuzzy and he can’t get the words to come out the way he needs them to. He squeezes his eyes closed in concentration, and tries one more time. “I always want to kiss you. I want to kiss you on your couch and in my kitchen and in the middle of a movie theater when no one’s looking and on a crowded sidewalk where they are. I want to fall asleep kissing you and wake you up with more kisses.”
Adam doesn’t respond, but his face softens and he lies back onto the bed, turning on his side towards Kris. “I want to kiss you because you’re you, Adam,” Kris finishes, hoping it’s enough to get his point across.
“You can’t keep kissing Tommy like that then,” Adam says sternly, the twitch of his lips betraying the seriousness of his statement.
Kris lets out a breathy laugh, half happiness and half relief. “Neither can you,” he teases.
Adam laughs along and closes the distance between them. It’s a little clumsy because their mouths are still open and Kris is still pretty drunk, but Adam’s laughter echoes in his mouth and tastes like bubbles and honey, bouncing sweetly to the back of his throat and sliding warm into the depths his body. If he hadn’t been drunk already, he would be now.
“We still need to talk,” Adam says against his lips, barely pulling away before he’s kissing them again. “In the morning, okay?”
Kris hums in agreement, wiggling into Adam’s arms and never breaking the kiss. This was not at all what he had in mind, but he’s not sure he actually cares. He has a new plan: all it includes is kissing Adam.