Just Another Day
Title: Just Another Day
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris and Adam take a trip to the beach. Includes sand-tombs and kissing.
Warnings: Like, one f-bomb. Pointless fluff.
Notes: May or may not be inspired by crazy shenanigans on Facebook with Buddy Poke.
Adam loved Kris. He really did.
But he swears that if he ever gets out of this sand prison he’s going to smack him upside the head then bury his ass in the sand.
He expected a lot of things when Kris invited him to beach. Swimming, yes, sandcastles, maybe. Not being trapped so deep in heavy, damp, hot sand with only the ability to move his head.
And Kris was laughing about it. Giggling while he patted down around his neck. (Adam would not bite that hand, no he would not.) He struggled a little more, only managing to loosen up some sand to stick to his face, when Kris suddenly stood up, brushing his hands together to get the sand off as he studied his work.
Adam certainly did not like that gleam in Kris’ eyes.
He grinned, circling around to where Adam’s feet were, studying for a second and then - oh no.
“Kris. No. Don’t you dare.” His eyes widened as Kris’ knees bent, going onto his toes before he basically pounced onto Adam.
Now Kris may be small. But adding the force of those springy legs with gravity and you get many, many bruises. The sand didn’t even cushion him at all. He could still feel that bony elbow digging into his hand, grains of sand pressing down and making him wince.
Of course, Kris was laughing. As if this abuse was the most hilarious thing in the world. And Adam really wished he could reach up just a few damn inches to bite something… and whoa, wait a minute, he’s really close.
Oh crap.
And of course, Kris would realize this same fact that that exact moment. And at first he seemed a little scared or something. Like ‘whoa, I’m this close to kissing my best friend here.’
But then he actually does.
Adam’s eyes are about to pop out of his head when he feels the barely-there pressure against his lips. He can’t find a way to complain about this except there are now very bad things occurring in his sand-tomb and he doesn’t think Kris - or anyone else on the beach for that matter - would really appreciate that.
Then Kris pulls away. And he’s fucking smiling. Like, full-out, fuel the sun beaming.
Kris lifts himself up, causing two hand-shaped holes cradling Adam’s head, and broke up the sand across his chest. Adam groaned in relief as he sat up, brushing sand off his skin.
Then Kris is grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the water with all the enthusiasm of a puppy and a child combined and Adam can honestly say he loves Kris, along with all his shenanigans.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris and Adam take a trip to the beach. Includes sand-tombs and kissing.
Warnings: Like, one f-bomb. Pointless fluff.
Notes: May or may not be inspired by crazy shenanigans on Facebook with Buddy Poke.
Adam loved Kris. He really did.
But he swears that if he ever gets out of this sand prison he’s going to smack him upside the head then bury his ass in the sand.
He expected a lot of things when Kris invited him to beach. Swimming, yes, sandcastles, maybe. Not being trapped so deep in heavy, damp, hot sand with only the ability to move his head.
And Kris was laughing about it. Giggling while he patted down around his neck. (Adam would not bite that hand, no he would not.) He struggled a little more, only managing to loosen up some sand to stick to his face, when Kris suddenly stood up, brushing his hands together to get the sand off as he studied his work.
Adam certainly did not like that gleam in Kris’ eyes.
He grinned, circling around to where Adam’s feet were, studying for a second and then - oh no.
“Kris. No. Don’t you dare.” His eyes widened as Kris’ knees bent, going onto his toes before he basically pounced onto Adam.
Now Kris may be small. But adding the force of those springy legs with gravity and you get many, many bruises. The sand didn’t even cushion him at all. He could still feel that bony elbow digging into his hand, grains of sand pressing down and making him wince.
Of course, Kris was laughing. As if this abuse was the most hilarious thing in the world. And Adam really wished he could reach up just a few damn inches to bite something… and whoa, wait a minute, he’s really close.
Oh crap.
And of course, Kris would realize this same fact that that exact moment. And at first he seemed a little scared or something. Like ‘whoa, I’m this close to kissing my best friend here.’
But then he actually does.
Adam’s eyes are about to pop out of his head when he feels the barely-there pressure against his lips. He can’t find a way to complain about this except there are now very bad things occurring in his sand-tomb and he doesn’t think Kris - or anyone else on the beach for that matter - would really appreciate that.
Then Kris pulls away. And he’s fucking smiling. Like, full-out, fuel the sun beaming.
Kris lifts himself up, causing two hand-shaped holes cradling Adam’s head, and broke up the sand across his chest. Adam groaned in relief as he sat up, brushing sand off his skin.
Then Kris is grabbing his hand and tugging him toward the water with all the enthusiasm of a puppy and a child combined and Adam can honestly say he loves Kris, along with all his shenanigans.