fic: take another breath of evening
Title: take another breath of evening
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~3,600
Summary: Days like today are a treat; the night stretches out in front of them, seemingly endless. (Surprise, surprise. More schmoop! High school AU.)
A/N: Thank you so much for all your lovely comments. ♥ There are still at least 3 or 4 more ficlets and one really long installment coming, so hang tight!
Master post of previous installments: here
It's one of the rare days when both of them are completely caught up on their homework and could blow everything off for an afternoon.
So to speak.
Kris is sprawled on top of Adam, planting wet and lazy kisses on his shoulder, tracing skin with his tongue. Adam heaves breaths through his nose, willing his heart to stop racing. He peers past Kris to the not-quite-setting sun outside - he guesses it could be funny, how quickly they managed to make their way from school to Adam's house, coming dangerously close to slipping and falling down the stairs as they frantically made out all the way up to Adam's room. They'd torn two buttons on Kris's shirt in their haste to get to bare skin; spilled a bunch of condoms on the carpet as Adam grabbed at the box to get just one; not bothering with foreplay, Adam pounding Kris on the bed, barely taking his tongue out of Kris's mouth to breathe.
The thing is, they make sure to spend quality time together every day, finding hidden corners and unoccupied broom closets in school, heading into theater rehearsal early to make out on Kris's chair in the orchestra pit, violating Adam's makeup counter in his dressing room. It's a heady feeling, wanting and being wanted right back, and more often than not, they're happy to give in to their teenage hormones. But days like today are a treat; the night stretches out in front of them, seemingly endless, and they can take as much time as they want.
"You sure you don't want to go out?" Adam murmurs into Kris's hair.
Kris shifts so the bed is carrying most of his weight and throws his leg across Adam's waist before Adam could protest. "Wanna be with you."
"Always, baby," Adam squeezes back. "I could take you out to that new Italian place? Or we could go to Matt's party."
Kris peers up at him. "I don't mind just staying in tonight. But if you wanna go, we totally could."
"Alisan's party is this Friday, let's just go to that. I don't really want to move right now," Adam says.
"Good," Kris sighs, and tucks his face into Adam's neck.
Adam giggles to himself as he hears the front door slam. Neil had just gotten home from school. They were fast.
---
"Did you see Allison outside Lit today? She was like this eager little puppy, waiting for Cook to get out."
"Kinda hard to miss her and her hair," Kris says as he fiddles with Adam's iPod dock, presumably looking for the playlist they made together - a kind of bizarre mix of songs they both like and can relax to.
"Yeah. She's so cute though, she's crushing on him so hard," Adam giggles.
"Cook's way funnier - it's hilarious that he has no idea what to do with her," Kris deadpans as he plops next to Adam on the bed.
Adam toys with the hem of Kris's shirt - Adam's shirt, really - his favorite Bowie one, well-washed, a few sizes too big on him. Kris has made a habit of nicking Adam's clothes after Adam had told him how much of a turn-on it was. Seeing Kris in his clothes makes Adam hot all over, fiercely possessive and almost violently territorial. He spent an entire day all twitchy and distracted when Kris evilly ("accidentally", he'd lied) turned up in school wearing the only plaid shirt Adam owned. It was way too big, it hung on Kris's frame awkwardly and went past his wrists and knees, but Kris made it work. Made it look unbearably hot. Needless to say, a huge chunk of their study time that night was not spent studying.
Kris was probably going to have to take this one home with him too - the button-down he was wearing earlier looks just about damaged beyond repair.
"It's like a hilariously PG plotline on Gossip Girl," Adam says. "Teenage drama - no high school experience is complete without it."
Kris covers Adam's hands with his and laces their fingers together. "I gotta say, it's much more fun looking at it from the outside in."
"Oh definitely," Adam agrees. "Though sometimes - like, when Alisan corners me and talks my ear off for like an hour about her boy troubles - sometimes I wonder if I'm missing something by not having that in my life."
Kris gives him an adorably puzzled look. "So... the time you spent dating before we got together, that wasn't enough drama for you?"
Adam sticks out his tongue. "Eww no, those years were disastrous. It's just. I don't know, sometimes it's like we're too young to be this... stable."
Kris's forehead wrinkles, like he doesn't quite know what to make of what Adam just said. "What are you --"
"I dunno, just thinking out loud. I mean, we're barely eighteen. We're going to New York together. Cass says we're like an old married couple. And Tommy doesn't get us at all. He keeps telling me there are boys lined up and down the block, just waiting for me to give them the time of day. He doesn't understand why I'm not a player like him," Adam says.
A wide grin suddenly blooms on Kris's face. "Down the block, huh?" He jumps off the bed and peers outside Adam's window. "Sorry babe, I don't see any of them."
Laughter bubbles up in Adam's stomach, and he giggles helplessly. "You're an ass. I was just... I don't even know. Do you even understand what I'm saying?"
Kris leans on the windowsill, arms crossed, expression suddenly serious. Framed by the fading light, he's almost painfully beautiful. Adam's breath catches in his throat. "I guess? I dunno, I can't - I'm just not a casual dater," he says slowly. "I'm not built for, like, random hookups or whatever. You're the only person I want to be with, that's been true for a long time. You're the only one I want right now, and in the future." Kris shrugs. "I think it's awesome that we don't have drama. I like that we're stable."
Adam sits up and wraps his arms around his knees. "I like that we're stable too," he says, voice a little shaky. "You don't think we're too young?"
There's a pause, and then. "No," Kris shakes his head. "Just 'cause we're teenagers doesn't mean we don't know what we feel. I mean, you're hot, and sex is fun, but I love you. I don't care if we just hang out like this, and not do anything else. You're my best friend."
"Kristopher," Adam breathes. "I didn't know you were such a sweet talker. Get over here."
Kris grins and crawls up the bed, planting himself on Adam's lap, winding his arms and legs around Adam's neck and waist. "Do you want other boys, Adam?" Kris whispers as he rolls his hips and nips at Adam's ear. "Hotter," a sucking kiss on his neck; "prettier," a kiss on his chin; "twinkier boys?"
Caught between a laugh and a moan, Adam curls his hands around Kris's ears. "You're the only one I want, baby," he murmurs against Kris's mouth. They kiss lazily, arms wound tight, pressed as close as they can get. Adam groans as Kris noses his way down his throat and sucks a bruise on his collarbone.
"Jesus, Kris. I'm out of concealer," Adam forces out.
"I wish you didn't hide these. It's hard work making them, you know."
Adam laughs and pinches Kris's hip. "Hickeys are so trashy, baby."
Kris leans back and examines his handiwork, tracing the mark with his fingertips. "I like marking you. Shows everybody that you're mine."
A strong flood of pure want washes over him, and Adam marvels at it a little. He knows his hormones are more than a little insane right now, but after six solid months of getting their hands all over each other as often as possible, the crazy lust has morphed into this bigger, overwhelming, not-just-physical thing. There's no word for it. It's exhilarating. He pushes Kris onto the bed, pinning him with his legs. "When you say things like that --"
"Like what?" Kris's eyes glinting with mischief.
Another hour passes with nothing but their grunts and moans filling the silence.
---
They migrate to the den, Adam insisting on continuing Kris's Gossip Girl education. Adam's leaning on the arm of the couch, arm wrapped around Kris, fingertips tracing random shapes on his stomach.
"Everyone just sleeps with everyone in this show, don't they?"
Adam giggles and says, "Yeah. They have pretty outfits!"
"It's so skeezy, though." Adam knows without looking that Kris is wrinkling his nose in distaste. "This what you want, babe? Slutting around like this?" Kris tips his head up to look at him.
"Everything I want is right here," Adam says.
Kris's answering smile is brilliant. "Now who's the sweet-talker?"
Adam rolls his eyes and pokes at Kris's side. "Shut your face."
Kris yelps and tries to pull away. Adam just tightens his grip and tips them both over, pins Kris down with his knees and continues his attack. "Stop! Oh gosh, stop!" Kris wheezes. Adam grins wickedly, then flips Kris over so they're spooned together, Kris's back flush against his chest. Their legs tangle together automatically.
"Shut up and watch the show," Adam crows, biting at Kris's ear.
Kris pulls at Adam's arm to draw them closer together and relaxes against his chest. "Fine, fine."
---
They're still on the couch when someone comes thundering down the stairs and Neil comes barreling into the den. He stares down at them and - in a voice dripping with disdain - says, "You're not even wearing pants. Gross."
Kris just laughs as Adam flips him off. "Go away," Adam growls.
"Mom'll be home soon, she said we should order dinner. I'm thinking Chinese," Neil says.
"Sure," Adam answers. "The usual for me, please."
Neil blanches. "Wha -- you call the place, dude."
Adam just rolls his eyes. "I'm busy. Go away. Kris will have his usual too."
"Oh, you're my spokesperson now?" Kris pipes up.
"What? No, I just assumed -- sorry babe, did you want something else?" Adam rubs his hip in apology.
Kris laughs. "Nah, I was just kidding. The usual's fine, thanks, Neil. Ow! What the --" Kris yelps and sits up as Adam pinches his arm. Hard. "The heck was that for?" Kris pouts.
"You're such a brat. Wait, oh my god, are you pouting? That's so cute! Do it some more," Adam laughs.
Neil makes loud, faux-vomiting noises beside them. "You make me sick. I'm getting out of here," he turns on his heel and stomps out the room. "Don't let mom catch you dicking around!" he calls over his shoulder.
Adam is still curled on his side, giggling hysterically. "You're so ridiculous," Kris says. He rolls his eyes with barely-concealed affection and lies back down.
---
The two of them look up as someone knocks on the door. Leila pokes her head in and smiles at them. "Hey, kids."
"Hey, mom."
"Hi, Leila."
"Dinner's here, come on," she says.
Adam lets Kris pull him up and off the couch. They're right at the doorway when Kris stops abruptly, and Adam walks right into him. "Babe, what --"
Kris turns and pulls him into a fierce, dirty kiss. Kris's hand digs into Adam's shoulder almost painfully, but Adam just falls into it, pushing back just as hard, nipping and sucking and biting. After a few seconds, Kris pulls away, gasping. "Okay, yeah, that can last me through dinner, I think."
Adam bumps his forehead against Kris and rolls his eyes. "You have the strangest hangups. I'm pretty sure my mom knows we kiss. She won't care if we do it in front of her."
"Leave me alone," Kris says and drops another kiss to Adam's lips. "C'mon, I'm starving."
They pad to the dining room, hands twined. Neil rolls his eyes as soon as he sees them, and stuffs his mouth with an egg roll. Leila smiles at them fondly from the head of the table.
"I'll take the left," Kris says as he pulls two chairs together. Adam opens their takeout containers, dividing each dish into two plates. Then he lays out chopsticks for him and a spork for Kris. Kris pours water in two glasses and settles into his seat. Adam follows, immediately reaching out and lacing their fingers together. Their joined hands rest on Adam's knee as they eat and talk.
"Any plans tonight?" Leila asks.
"I might go to Giraud's party," Neil mumbles.
"We're just staying in tonight," Kris answers simultaneously.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Neil. It's gross," Adam says.
Neil stops chewing and just looks at them. "You're boring."
Leila just laughs. "Neil."
"It's true! What else is there to do on a weekday if not go to a party?"
Adam glares at Neil and feels Kris's fingers tighten against his. "Whatever, we'll go to Alisan's this weekend, show you how boring we are."
Kris takes another bite of his half of the orange chicken - his aim is a little off, and gets a bit of sauce on his chin. Adam reaches up unthinkingly, uses his thumb to wipe the stain and licks it off. Kris doesn't even miss a beat.
Leila lets out a stifled laugh as Neil declares, "You're creepy. And both hands on the table, jeez, mom's sitting right there."
Kris just laughs and pulls up their joined hands. "Mind out of the gutter, Neil. Come on now."
"You're so bizarre, I swear. Don't you freak yourselves out? Mom, aren't you freaked out?"
Leila grins. "Nope. I think it's cute."
Adam and Neil groan loudly, and Adam sees Kris duck his head, trying to hide his blush. "Can we please just eat? And talk about something else?"
"Yes please," Kris mutters. "Not like any of this is even new or anything."
"Speaking of new," Leila masterfully deflects. "I got you that humidifier you wanted, Adam."
Adam perks up, grinning at his mom and then at Kris. "Awesome! Thanks, mom. Hardcore rehearsals start on Monday, I'm gonna need it."
"Are you playing for the show, Kris?" Leila asks.
"Yeah," Kris says. "It's the most complicated score I've ever worked on so far, it'll be a fun challenge."
"Oooh, can you show me, Kris?" Neil pipes up. "I need new stuff to try to play."
"Yeah sure, it's in my bag upstairs."
They finish dinner and put away the dishes. Once they're back upstairs, Adam sprawls on his beanbag chair as Kris rummages through his duffel.
"I'll just give this to Neil," Kris says, dropping a kiss on Adam's hair before heading out the door.
Adam turns the music back on and sprawls on his stomach on the bed, idly fiddling with his phone. staying in 2nite, party on saturday he sends off to Tommy as Kris walks back in and drops down next to him.
"We're staying in fo'real?" he lilts.
Adam just laughs. "Yeah babe, fo'real. Already told Tommy we'll be there Saturday," he says as he waves his phone in Kris's face. "I want you to myself for a while longer."
Kris swats the phone away and bumps their shoulders. "You say that like we never spend time together."
"Never enough," Adam clucks at him. "You have baseball and orchestra and Charles and Cale. And I have theater and Dani and Alisan and the others. There's lots of things we don't do together."
"My baby's so needy," Kris coos as he drapes his arm around Adam and playfully nuzzles his cheek.
Adam jerks away and pouts. "Fine, you don't miss me, ever. I see how it is."
Laughing loudly, Kris hauls him closer. "Stop. Of course I miss you. I wish we could spend all our time together - and that's not just 'cause I want you all the time. But I love my friends. I know you love yours too. And getting to miss each other a little makes for fun reunions, right?" Kris murmurs as he plants kisses all along Adam's jaw.
"You only want me for my body," Adam sighs.
"Oh my gosh, shut up. I gotta go home in three hours, is pouting really the best use of our time?"
"See? You're just horny! Here I am being all vulnerable and shit and you just crawl all over me," Adam puts on his best dramatic voice and tries to pull away.
Kris rolls his eyes and flips Adam on his back, straddling him, lacing their fingers together and pressing them above his head. "Adam. Adam. Adam. Adam, I love you," he murmurs as he nips at Adam's neck and shoulders. "You have me, always. I need you, always. Spending half our days apart will not kill us, I promise." He licks into Adam's mouth and rolls his hips insistently. "Clothes off now, please."
---
They're naked and spooned together on the bed - this is Adam's favorite cuddle position; he loves how small Kris is in his arms, loves being pressed together as close as they can get, loves feeling Kris's voice rumble in his chest when he talks.
"Time is it?" Kris mumbles into Adam's arm after a long silence.
Adam buries his face into Kris's neck and breathes in deep. "Time for good boys to get dressed and get home or else get grounded."
Kris's chest heaves with a sigh and Adam feels him snuggle closer. "Wish I could stay the night. Don't wanna move."
This was always the worst part of the day. No matter how long they've been together, no matter how often they've had to separate after lazy days like this, Adam can't get used to it. It's just about the one thing they haven't done, staying the night. Their parents are incredibly supportive of their relationship and have let them get away with a lot, but both of them knew better than to ask for sleepovers. Adam squeezes Kris's waist, fighting a wave of frustration. Suddenly he's aching for high school to finish, for New York and college and freedom to be with Kris; the right, the choice to hold him for as long as he wants.
"Your mom loves me and has let me corrupt you in just about every way, but she's gonna kill me if you miss curfew," Adam says.
Kris turns over and clings, wrists and knees locked around him, face buried in the crook of his shoulder. "I want to sleep beside you. I wish I didn't have to go. My bed always feels too big when I sleep in it," he whispers urgently.
"Not sure I'll be able to sleep here tonight, not when everything smells like you," Adam murmurs. He winds his hand in Kris's hair and kisses him.
After a long moment, Kris pulls away and rubs his thumbs on Adam's eyelids. "Sorry, baby." He carefully lets go and sits up. "I really don't want to go," he sighs. He looks utterly debauched, lips swollen and red, hair a complete mess, new hickeys blooming on his collarbone and right at the jut of his hip. Adam feels a pang in his chest and promises to never take any of this for granted.
He drags himself up and off the bed, fishing their clothes off the floor. He throws his Bowie shirt and Kris's pants to the general direction of the bed and then pulls on his boxers and an old button-down. "I'll get the car keys from my mom. Meet you downstairs."
Kris peers up at him. "Still no pants?"
Adam smirks. "Pants are overrated. Now get your cute butt moving."
---
It's a two-minute drive to Kris's house, and they get there much too quickly for Adam's taste. Adam disentangles their fingers and reaches into the backseat for Kris's bag.
"Wow," Kris says. "Not even a goodbye kiss?"
Adam huffs out a laugh. "So needy." He draws Kris in, nipping on his bottom lip, tongue leisurely exploring. Kris moans and crawls across the console to drape himself on Adam's lap, all while keeping their mouths fused together.
That's another thing they haven't done - car sex. Adam slows the kiss down, nipping softly, then reluctantly pulls away. "Much as I would love to christen this car, my mom drives it," Adam rasps. "And you know I love you, but that's just..."
Adam feels Kris's giggles all along his body. "Yeah, yeah. It's late. I know you need your beauty sleep." He drops a kiss on Adam's forehead and opens the car door. Adam passes his duffel through the open window, and Kris swings it on his shoulder.
They pause for a few beats, taking each other in. Kris is beautiful under the moonlight, almost ethereal. Adam can't look away, doesn't even want to try.
He reaches his arms out the window and tugs on Kris's waist. They hug awkwardly with the car door between them for a few moments, Adam rubbing his cheek on the softness of Kris's shirt, Kris's hands playing with his hair. Kris tugs a little and Adam tips his chin up.
Kris is smiling. "Goodnight, baby. I love you."
Adam presses a kiss on Kris's stomach and looks back up. "I love you so much. Dream of me?"
Kris swoops down and kisses him, soft and sweet. "Always. Drive safe, text when you get back."
Reluctantly, Adam lets him go and starts the car. Kris walks backward to the house, eyes trained on him. Adam waves and slowly drives away.
Next: loud and clear
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~3,600
Summary: Days like today are a treat; the night stretches out in front of them, seemingly endless. (Surprise, surprise. More schmoop! High school AU.)
A/N: Thank you so much for all your lovely comments. ♥ There are still at least 3 or 4 more ficlets and one really long installment coming, so hang tight!
Master post of previous installments: here
It's one of the rare days when both of them are completely caught up on their homework and could blow everything off for an afternoon.
So to speak.
Kris is sprawled on top of Adam, planting wet and lazy kisses on his shoulder, tracing skin with his tongue. Adam heaves breaths through his nose, willing his heart to stop racing. He peers past Kris to the not-quite-setting sun outside - he guesses it could be funny, how quickly they managed to make their way from school to Adam's house, coming dangerously close to slipping and falling down the stairs as they frantically made out all the way up to Adam's room. They'd torn two buttons on Kris's shirt in their haste to get to bare skin; spilled a bunch of condoms on the carpet as Adam grabbed at the box to get just one; not bothering with foreplay, Adam pounding Kris on the bed, barely taking his tongue out of Kris's mouth to breathe.
The thing is, they make sure to spend quality time together every day, finding hidden corners and unoccupied broom closets in school, heading into theater rehearsal early to make out on Kris's chair in the orchestra pit, violating Adam's makeup counter in his dressing room. It's a heady feeling, wanting and being wanted right back, and more often than not, they're happy to give in to their teenage hormones. But days like today are a treat; the night stretches out in front of them, seemingly endless, and they can take as much time as they want.
"You sure you don't want to go out?" Adam murmurs into Kris's hair.
Kris shifts so the bed is carrying most of his weight and throws his leg across Adam's waist before Adam could protest. "Wanna be with you."
"Always, baby," Adam squeezes back. "I could take you out to that new Italian place? Or we could go to Matt's party."
Kris peers up at him. "I don't mind just staying in tonight. But if you wanna go, we totally could."
"Alisan's party is this Friday, let's just go to that. I don't really want to move right now," Adam says.
"Good," Kris sighs, and tucks his face into Adam's neck.
Adam giggles to himself as he hears the front door slam. Neil had just gotten home from school. They were fast.
---
"Did you see Allison outside Lit today? She was like this eager little puppy, waiting for Cook to get out."
"Kinda hard to miss her and her hair," Kris says as he fiddles with Adam's iPod dock, presumably looking for the playlist they made together - a kind of bizarre mix of songs they both like and can relax to.
"Yeah. She's so cute though, she's crushing on him so hard," Adam giggles.
"Cook's way funnier - it's hilarious that he has no idea what to do with her," Kris deadpans as he plops next to Adam on the bed.
Adam toys with the hem of Kris's shirt - Adam's shirt, really - his favorite Bowie one, well-washed, a few sizes too big on him. Kris has made a habit of nicking Adam's clothes after Adam had told him how much of a turn-on it was. Seeing Kris in his clothes makes Adam hot all over, fiercely possessive and almost violently territorial. He spent an entire day all twitchy and distracted when Kris evilly ("accidentally", he'd lied) turned up in school wearing the only plaid shirt Adam owned. It was way too big, it hung on Kris's frame awkwardly and went past his wrists and knees, but Kris made it work. Made it look unbearably hot. Needless to say, a huge chunk of their study time that night was not spent studying.
Kris was probably going to have to take this one home with him too - the button-down he was wearing earlier looks just about damaged beyond repair.
"It's like a hilariously PG plotline on Gossip Girl," Adam says. "Teenage drama - no high school experience is complete without it."
Kris covers Adam's hands with his and laces their fingers together. "I gotta say, it's much more fun looking at it from the outside in."
"Oh definitely," Adam agrees. "Though sometimes - like, when Alisan corners me and talks my ear off for like an hour about her boy troubles - sometimes I wonder if I'm missing something by not having that in my life."
Kris gives him an adorably puzzled look. "So... the time you spent dating before we got together, that wasn't enough drama for you?"
Adam sticks out his tongue. "Eww no, those years were disastrous. It's just. I don't know, sometimes it's like we're too young to be this... stable."
Kris's forehead wrinkles, like he doesn't quite know what to make of what Adam just said. "What are you --"
"I dunno, just thinking out loud. I mean, we're barely eighteen. We're going to New York together. Cass says we're like an old married couple. And Tommy doesn't get us at all. He keeps telling me there are boys lined up and down the block, just waiting for me to give them the time of day. He doesn't understand why I'm not a player like him," Adam says.
A wide grin suddenly blooms on Kris's face. "Down the block, huh?" He jumps off the bed and peers outside Adam's window. "Sorry babe, I don't see any of them."
Laughter bubbles up in Adam's stomach, and he giggles helplessly. "You're an ass. I was just... I don't even know. Do you even understand what I'm saying?"
Kris leans on the windowsill, arms crossed, expression suddenly serious. Framed by the fading light, he's almost painfully beautiful. Adam's breath catches in his throat. "I guess? I dunno, I can't - I'm just not a casual dater," he says slowly. "I'm not built for, like, random hookups or whatever. You're the only person I want to be with, that's been true for a long time. You're the only one I want right now, and in the future." Kris shrugs. "I think it's awesome that we don't have drama. I like that we're stable."
Adam sits up and wraps his arms around his knees. "I like that we're stable too," he says, voice a little shaky. "You don't think we're too young?"
There's a pause, and then. "No," Kris shakes his head. "Just 'cause we're teenagers doesn't mean we don't know what we feel. I mean, you're hot, and sex is fun, but I love you. I don't care if we just hang out like this, and not do anything else. You're my best friend."
"Kristopher," Adam breathes. "I didn't know you were such a sweet talker. Get over here."
Kris grins and crawls up the bed, planting himself on Adam's lap, winding his arms and legs around Adam's neck and waist. "Do you want other boys, Adam?" Kris whispers as he rolls his hips and nips at Adam's ear. "Hotter," a sucking kiss on his neck; "prettier," a kiss on his chin; "twinkier boys?"
Caught between a laugh and a moan, Adam curls his hands around Kris's ears. "You're the only one I want, baby," he murmurs against Kris's mouth. They kiss lazily, arms wound tight, pressed as close as they can get. Adam groans as Kris noses his way down his throat and sucks a bruise on his collarbone.
"Jesus, Kris. I'm out of concealer," Adam forces out.
"I wish you didn't hide these. It's hard work making them, you know."
Adam laughs and pinches Kris's hip. "Hickeys are so trashy, baby."
Kris leans back and examines his handiwork, tracing the mark with his fingertips. "I like marking you. Shows everybody that you're mine."
A strong flood of pure want washes over him, and Adam marvels at it a little. He knows his hormones are more than a little insane right now, but after six solid months of getting their hands all over each other as often as possible, the crazy lust has morphed into this bigger, overwhelming, not-just-physical thing. There's no word for it. It's exhilarating. He pushes Kris onto the bed, pinning him with his legs. "When you say things like that --"
"Like what?" Kris's eyes glinting with mischief.
Another hour passes with nothing but their grunts and moans filling the silence.
---
They migrate to the den, Adam insisting on continuing Kris's Gossip Girl education. Adam's leaning on the arm of the couch, arm wrapped around Kris, fingertips tracing random shapes on his stomach.
"Everyone just sleeps with everyone in this show, don't they?"
Adam giggles and says, "Yeah. They have pretty outfits!"
"It's so skeezy, though." Adam knows without looking that Kris is wrinkling his nose in distaste. "This what you want, babe? Slutting around like this?" Kris tips his head up to look at him.
"Everything I want is right here," Adam says.
Kris's answering smile is brilliant. "Now who's the sweet-talker?"
Adam rolls his eyes and pokes at Kris's side. "Shut your face."
Kris yelps and tries to pull away. Adam just tightens his grip and tips them both over, pins Kris down with his knees and continues his attack. "Stop! Oh gosh, stop!" Kris wheezes. Adam grins wickedly, then flips Kris over so they're spooned together, Kris's back flush against his chest. Their legs tangle together automatically.
"Shut up and watch the show," Adam crows, biting at Kris's ear.
Kris pulls at Adam's arm to draw them closer together and relaxes against his chest. "Fine, fine."
---
They're still on the couch when someone comes thundering down the stairs and Neil comes barreling into the den. He stares down at them and - in a voice dripping with disdain - says, "You're not even wearing pants. Gross."
Kris just laughs as Adam flips him off. "Go away," Adam growls.
"Mom'll be home soon, she said we should order dinner. I'm thinking Chinese," Neil says.
"Sure," Adam answers. "The usual for me, please."
Neil blanches. "Wha -- you call the place, dude."
Adam just rolls his eyes. "I'm busy. Go away. Kris will have his usual too."
"Oh, you're my spokesperson now?" Kris pipes up.
"What? No, I just assumed -- sorry babe, did you want something else?" Adam rubs his hip in apology.
Kris laughs. "Nah, I was just kidding. The usual's fine, thanks, Neil. Ow! What the --" Kris yelps and sits up as Adam pinches his arm. Hard. "The heck was that for?" Kris pouts.
"You're such a brat. Wait, oh my god, are you pouting? That's so cute! Do it some more," Adam laughs.
Neil makes loud, faux-vomiting noises beside them. "You make me sick. I'm getting out of here," he turns on his heel and stomps out the room. "Don't let mom catch you dicking around!" he calls over his shoulder.
Adam is still curled on his side, giggling hysterically. "You're so ridiculous," Kris says. He rolls his eyes with barely-concealed affection and lies back down.
---
The two of them look up as someone knocks on the door. Leila pokes her head in and smiles at them. "Hey, kids."
"Hey, mom."
"Hi, Leila."
"Dinner's here, come on," she says.
Adam lets Kris pull him up and off the couch. They're right at the doorway when Kris stops abruptly, and Adam walks right into him. "Babe, what --"
Kris turns and pulls him into a fierce, dirty kiss. Kris's hand digs into Adam's shoulder almost painfully, but Adam just falls into it, pushing back just as hard, nipping and sucking and biting. After a few seconds, Kris pulls away, gasping. "Okay, yeah, that can last me through dinner, I think."
Adam bumps his forehead against Kris and rolls his eyes. "You have the strangest hangups. I'm pretty sure my mom knows we kiss. She won't care if we do it in front of her."
"Leave me alone," Kris says and drops another kiss to Adam's lips. "C'mon, I'm starving."
They pad to the dining room, hands twined. Neil rolls his eyes as soon as he sees them, and stuffs his mouth with an egg roll. Leila smiles at them fondly from the head of the table.
"I'll take the left," Kris says as he pulls two chairs together. Adam opens their takeout containers, dividing each dish into two plates. Then he lays out chopsticks for him and a spork for Kris. Kris pours water in two glasses and settles into his seat. Adam follows, immediately reaching out and lacing their fingers together. Their joined hands rest on Adam's knee as they eat and talk.
"Any plans tonight?" Leila asks.
"I might go to Giraud's party," Neil mumbles.
"We're just staying in tonight," Kris answers simultaneously.
"Don't talk with your mouth full, Neil. It's gross," Adam says.
Neil stops chewing and just looks at them. "You're boring."
Leila just laughs. "Neil."
"It's true! What else is there to do on a weekday if not go to a party?"
Adam glares at Neil and feels Kris's fingers tighten against his. "Whatever, we'll go to Alisan's this weekend, show you how boring we are."
Kris takes another bite of his half of the orange chicken - his aim is a little off, and gets a bit of sauce on his chin. Adam reaches up unthinkingly, uses his thumb to wipe the stain and licks it off. Kris doesn't even miss a beat.
Leila lets out a stifled laugh as Neil declares, "You're creepy. And both hands on the table, jeez, mom's sitting right there."
Kris just laughs and pulls up their joined hands. "Mind out of the gutter, Neil. Come on now."
"You're so bizarre, I swear. Don't you freak yourselves out? Mom, aren't you freaked out?"
Leila grins. "Nope. I think it's cute."
Adam and Neil groan loudly, and Adam sees Kris duck his head, trying to hide his blush. "Can we please just eat? And talk about something else?"
"Yes please," Kris mutters. "Not like any of this is even new or anything."
"Speaking of new," Leila masterfully deflects. "I got you that humidifier you wanted, Adam."
Adam perks up, grinning at his mom and then at Kris. "Awesome! Thanks, mom. Hardcore rehearsals start on Monday, I'm gonna need it."
"Are you playing for the show, Kris?" Leila asks.
"Yeah," Kris says. "It's the most complicated score I've ever worked on so far, it'll be a fun challenge."
"Oooh, can you show me, Kris?" Neil pipes up. "I need new stuff to try to play."
"Yeah sure, it's in my bag upstairs."
They finish dinner and put away the dishes. Once they're back upstairs, Adam sprawls on his beanbag chair as Kris rummages through his duffel.
"I'll just give this to Neil," Kris says, dropping a kiss on Adam's hair before heading out the door.
Adam turns the music back on and sprawls on his stomach on the bed, idly fiddling with his phone. staying in 2nite, party on saturday he sends off to Tommy as Kris walks back in and drops down next to him.
"We're staying in fo'real?" he lilts.
Adam just laughs. "Yeah babe, fo'real. Already told Tommy we'll be there Saturday," he says as he waves his phone in Kris's face. "I want you to myself for a while longer."
Kris swats the phone away and bumps their shoulders. "You say that like we never spend time together."
"Never enough," Adam clucks at him. "You have baseball and orchestra and Charles and Cale. And I have theater and Dani and Alisan and the others. There's lots of things we don't do together."
"My baby's so needy," Kris coos as he drapes his arm around Adam and playfully nuzzles his cheek.
Adam jerks away and pouts. "Fine, you don't miss me, ever. I see how it is."
Laughing loudly, Kris hauls him closer. "Stop. Of course I miss you. I wish we could spend all our time together - and that's not just 'cause I want you all the time. But I love my friends. I know you love yours too. And getting to miss each other a little makes for fun reunions, right?" Kris murmurs as he plants kisses all along Adam's jaw.
"You only want me for my body," Adam sighs.
"Oh my gosh, shut up. I gotta go home in three hours, is pouting really the best use of our time?"
"See? You're just horny! Here I am being all vulnerable and shit and you just crawl all over me," Adam puts on his best dramatic voice and tries to pull away.
Kris rolls his eyes and flips Adam on his back, straddling him, lacing their fingers together and pressing them above his head. "Adam. Adam. Adam. Adam, I love you," he murmurs as he nips at Adam's neck and shoulders. "You have me, always. I need you, always. Spending half our days apart will not kill us, I promise." He licks into Adam's mouth and rolls his hips insistently. "Clothes off now, please."
---
They're naked and spooned together on the bed - this is Adam's favorite cuddle position; he loves how small Kris is in his arms, loves being pressed together as close as they can get, loves feeling Kris's voice rumble in his chest when he talks.
"Time is it?" Kris mumbles into Adam's arm after a long silence.
Adam buries his face into Kris's neck and breathes in deep. "Time for good boys to get dressed and get home or else get grounded."
Kris's chest heaves with a sigh and Adam feels him snuggle closer. "Wish I could stay the night. Don't wanna move."
This was always the worst part of the day. No matter how long they've been together, no matter how often they've had to separate after lazy days like this, Adam can't get used to it. It's just about the one thing they haven't done, staying the night. Their parents are incredibly supportive of their relationship and have let them get away with a lot, but both of them knew better than to ask for sleepovers. Adam squeezes Kris's waist, fighting a wave of frustration. Suddenly he's aching for high school to finish, for New York and college and freedom to be with Kris; the right, the choice to hold him for as long as he wants.
"Your mom loves me and has let me corrupt you in just about every way, but she's gonna kill me if you miss curfew," Adam says.
Kris turns over and clings, wrists and knees locked around him, face buried in the crook of his shoulder. "I want to sleep beside you. I wish I didn't have to go. My bed always feels too big when I sleep in it," he whispers urgently.
"Not sure I'll be able to sleep here tonight, not when everything smells like you," Adam murmurs. He winds his hand in Kris's hair and kisses him.
After a long moment, Kris pulls away and rubs his thumbs on Adam's eyelids. "Sorry, baby." He carefully lets go and sits up. "I really don't want to go," he sighs. He looks utterly debauched, lips swollen and red, hair a complete mess, new hickeys blooming on his collarbone and right at the jut of his hip. Adam feels a pang in his chest and promises to never take any of this for granted.
He drags himself up and off the bed, fishing their clothes off the floor. He throws his Bowie shirt and Kris's pants to the general direction of the bed and then pulls on his boxers and an old button-down. "I'll get the car keys from my mom. Meet you downstairs."
Kris peers up at him. "Still no pants?"
Adam smirks. "Pants are overrated. Now get your cute butt moving."
---
It's a two-minute drive to Kris's house, and they get there much too quickly for Adam's taste. Adam disentangles their fingers and reaches into the backseat for Kris's bag.
"Wow," Kris says. "Not even a goodbye kiss?"
Adam huffs out a laugh. "So needy." He draws Kris in, nipping on his bottom lip, tongue leisurely exploring. Kris moans and crawls across the console to drape himself on Adam's lap, all while keeping their mouths fused together.
That's another thing they haven't done - car sex. Adam slows the kiss down, nipping softly, then reluctantly pulls away. "Much as I would love to christen this car, my mom drives it," Adam rasps. "And you know I love you, but that's just..."
Adam feels Kris's giggles all along his body. "Yeah, yeah. It's late. I know you need your beauty sleep." He drops a kiss on Adam's forehead and opens the car door. Adam passes his duffel through the open window, and Kris swings it on his shoulder.
They pause for a few beats, taking each other in. Kris is beautiful under the moonlight, almost ethereal. Adam can't look away, doesn't even want to try.
He reaches his arms out the window and tugs on Kris's waist. They hug awkwardly with the car door between them for a few moments, Adam rubbing his cheek on the softness of Kris's shirt, Kris's hands playing with his hair. Kris tugs a little and Adam tips his chin up.
Kris is smiling. "Goodnight, baby. I love you."
Adam presses a kiss on Kris's stomach and looks back up. "I love you so much. Dream of me?"
Kris swoops down and kisses him, soft and sweet. "Always. Drive safe, text when you get back."
Reluctantly, Adam lets him go and starts the car. Kris walks backward to the house, eyes trained on him. Adam waves and slowly drives away.
Next: loud and clear