fic: loud and clear
Title: loud and clear
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: Okay, I'll show you that sheet music. (Tight, enclosed spaces. High school AU.)
A/N: Short and sweet this time. For the schmoop_bingo prompt, kiss.
Master post of previous installments: here
Tommy has become horrifyingly easy to spot since he dyed his hair. Kris still isn't sure what he thinks of the style change, but it makes their table ten thousand times easier to find in the crowded cafeteria, so he's grateful for at least that. He walks up with his tray, high-fives Cale and nods hello to Megan and Danielle.
"Hi baby boy," Tommy says with a smirk.
"How many times do I have to tell you - you're like two months older than me. Cut it out," Kris mock-growls. They have this conversation every single day, and neither of them really wants to stop even if the whole table just rolls their eyes at them.
He snags a carrot from Megan's salad and munches. "Do we know what we're watching tonight?"
Cale looks up from his burger. "Andrew's cousin lent him the Star Wars box set," he says with a manic grin, almost vibrating with excitement.
"If we're sitting through the prequels, I'm out," Danielle declares.
Allison comes bounding to them and drops on the bench next to Tommy. "Ooh, Star Wars? Hayden Christensen. Mmmmm."
"All he does is scowl," Cale says.
"Yeah, scowl, and grunt, and grit his teeth. Sometimes he says words. Worst 'acting' ever," Megan adds, with finger-quotes.
Danielle rubs her chin mock-thoughtfully. "Ewan McGregor, though."
"Ewan McGregor?" Adam's voice drifts from somewhere behind Kris. "Velvet Goldmine tonight?"
"Ooh, yes please!" Tommy exclaims.
Kris tilts his chin up and grins as Adam plants a quick kiss on his eyelid, then scoots to the left to make space. He frowns as Adam pries his Tupperware container open, revealing a salad. "Three days in a row of that rabbit food, babe? Really?"
Adam just rolls his eyes. "Don't you start."
Kris frowns, then cuts up his chicken breast and dumps half of it on Adam's salad. Adam squawks in protest and slaps at his hand. "What are you doing?"
"You need real food. Stop complaining," Kris says evenly.
"So, Star Wars?" Allison interrupts.
"Star Wars?" Adam mumbles around a mouthful of lettuce. "That's so nerdy, though."
"Nerdy is the new cool," Megan says. "And I vote originals. Harrison Ford is totally hotter than Hayden Christensen."
Danielle claps her hands in delight. "I'm in!"
Kris blanches when Adam dumps a third of his salad on his tray. Adam holds his hand up before he could even speak. "You don't start. You need vegetables."
Allison bursts out laughing. "That's what you get, Kris."
Kris picks at the green stuff. "But --"
"Stop complaining, dude. You need it. Maybe that'll help you, y'know, grow a little taller," Cale drawls.
Kris makes a face and throws a piece of celery at him. The whole table is laughing, though, and Kris can't help but smile. "Shut up."
Adam throws his left hand across his waist and squeezes affectionately. "Don't listen to them. I think you're the perfect size," he declares and pecks him on the cheek. Kris smirks.
"Gross," Allison and Tommy groan simultaneously.
Adam just grins at them and sticks out his tongue. Kris scoots closer and slings his right leg on top of Adam's left, smiling as Adam starts rubbing his knee.
"So okay, Star Wars in Alisan's basement tonight?" Megan asks.
A chorus of "yeah"s and "sure"s echo across the table.
"I'm bringing my van, y'all should meet me at my house and we'll go together," Cale offers.
"Thanks, man," Tommy says.
Allison rolls her eyes. "Alisan's fucking house."
Kris grins. "Y'know, we - and by 'we', I really mean 'you', Alli - should really be used to that already."
"It's all the way up in the mountains! So inconvenient," Allison complains.
"But that would be a reasonable reaction, Kris," Danielle says before Allison can get into her patented diatribe about things being in the middle of nowhere and totally inconvenient and we should stop going there, seriously. "You should know better than to expect it from any of us."
"That's true," Kris laughs. He stops abruptly as he feels Adam's hand drift down his inner thigh. He pinches, hard, but Adam just smirks and continues rubbing him teasingly, thumb running up and down his inseam. He tries to pull his leg away but Adam has a pretty solid grip. The conversaion had moved on to something else - some viral video on YouTube? - but for the life of him, Kris can't concentrate. Adam looks annoyingly calm and composed, picking at his salad and chatting with Cale, and that is just so not on. Kris shifts a little bit so his thigh is pressed right against Adam's crotch.
Adam jerks slightly, his grip on Kris's thigh tightening. Kris smothers a grin and nonchalantly brings up his favorite flash mob dance.
He has to grip the table to keep from falling off when Adam abruptly stands up. Everyone at the table looks up at him, but Kris knows he's the only one who can tell how flustered he is.
"Hey Kris, uh... that sheet music you wanted to show me?"
"Sheet music?" Kris grins at Adam innocently.
"Yeah, uh, the one you told me about last night. That... melody line? You wanted to talk about?" Adam glares at him.
"Oh, right. The melody line. It's in my viola case in the orchestra room."
Adam narrows his eyes and tugs on his hand. "Come on, then."
Kris doesn't even try to fight his grin as he drains his orange juice and swings his backpack on his shoulder. He tightens his grip on Adam's hand and gets up. "Yeah, I'll show you that sheet music."
Tommy snorts. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"
Allison giggles and waves them away. "Have fun, guys. Try not to injure yourselves this time."
Everyone at the table guffaws with laughter, and Kris feels a blush creep up his neck.
"You think you're so funny. See you fools later," Adam says.
Kris lets himself be dragged out of the cafeteria and be manhandled inside the nearest broom closet. It's dark and a little dank, and they accidentally knock over a huge mop. The resulting clatter is loud and people in the hallway probably know exactly what they're doing, but he just doesn't care. He moans as Adam pushes him against the wall and devours his lips. He lets himself get lifted up, wraps his legs around Adam's waist, revels in the feel of Adam's hands kneading his ass. He kisses back desperately, just as hungry for it, fingers gripping Adam's hair just the way he likes.
They keep at it for as long as they can, not trying all that hard to stifle their moans, Kris mindlessly rutting against Adam's stomach until finally Adam wrenches his lips away with a gasp. Adam pins him to the door and crowds him in, bumping his forehead on the wood. Kris squeezes his knees and cranes his neck, planting sloppy and wet kisses along the side of Adam's face.
"I want to take you home so bad," Adam whispers fiercely.
"I know," Kris says as he tries to soothe, rubbing Adam's arms that were shaking in their grip. The strong pull of want in his gut makes it difficult to form words, and getting out of this room and going back to class is just about the last thing he wants to do. With a deep and careful breath, he presses his face against Adam's neck and carefully climbs down. He's grateful for Adam's hands on him, keeping him steady until he can stop his legs from wobbling.
Adam starts to move side to side a little bit, gently rocking them on their toes. "Are we hitching a ride with Cale?" he murmurs after a while.
"Hmm?"
"To Alisan's? Movie night?"
"Oh, right. Uh."
After a too-long silence, Adam chuckles. "Did I render you speechless, baby? I'm just that good, aren't I? Come on, you can tell me."
Kris pinches him. "Shut up."
Adam just laughs louder. "You love it."
"Daniel has the car today, so Cale's my ride. You?"
"Mom has errands to run, so yeah, me too. Bet she can drop us off at Cale's though," Adam muses as he plants kisses all along Kris's collarbone. "Ali made me promise to stay over tonight - boy troubles. Again."
Kris snorts. "As usual. So I'm not invited, then?"
Adam lifts his head and catches Kris's eye. "Sorry baby, it's just - they've been hinting all week. You know --"
Leaning up, Kris interrupts him with a kiss. "I know. It's totally okay. Charles has been nagging me, too. We're hanging out Sunday afternoon."
"Our friends are so high maintenance," Adam rolls his eyes. "You're mine Saturday, then?"
Kris smiles. "I'm yours always. But yes, Saturday too."
Adam's answering grin is brilliant, almost blinding, and it hits Kris right in his chest. He plants a kiss on Adam's cheek and bends to pick up his backpack from the floor. "Bell's ringing soon. I'll go first?"
Adam thumbs at his bottom lip. "Go ahead. See you in Calc."
Next: the rising tide
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~1,500
Summary: Okay, I'll show you that sheet music. (Tight, enclosed spaces. High school AU.)
A/N: Short and sweet this time. For the schmoop_bingo prompt, kiss.
Master post of previous installments: here
Tommy has become horrifyingly easy to spot since he dyed his hair. Kris still isn't sure what he thinks of the style change, but it makes their table ten thousand times easier to find in the crowded cafeteria, so he's grateful for at least that. He walks up with his tray, high-fives Cale and nods hello to Megan and Danielle.
"Hi baby boy," Tommy says with a smirk.
"How many times do I have to tell you - you're like two months older than me. Cut it out," Kris mock-growls. They have this conversation every single day, and neither of them really wants to stop even if the whole table just rolls their eyes at them.
He snags a carrot from Megan's salad and munches. "Do we know what we're watching tonight?"
Cale looks up from his burger. "Andrew's cousin lent him the Star Wars box set," he says with a manic grin, almost vibrating with excitement.
"If we're sitting through the prequels, I'm out," Danielle declares.
Allison comes bounding to them and drops on the bench next to Tommy. "Ooh, Star Wars? Hayden Christensen. Mmmmm."
"All he does is scowl," Cale says.
"Yeah, scowl, and grunt, and grit his teeth. Sometimes he says words. Worst 'acting' ever," Megan adds, with finger-quotes.
Danielle rubs her chin mock-thoughtfully. "Ewan McGregor, though."
"Ewan McGregor?" Adam's voice drifts from somewhere behind Kris. "Velvet Goldmine tonight?"
"Ooh, yes please!" Tommy exclaims.
Kris tilts his chin up and grins as Adam plants a quick kiss on his eyelid, then scoots to the left to make space. He frowns as Adam pries his Tupperware container open, revealing a salad. "Three days in a row of that rabbit food, babe? Really?"
Adam just rolls his eyes. "Don't you start."
Kris frowns, then cuts up his chicken breast and dumps half of it on Adam's salad. Adam squawks in protest and slaps at his hand. "What are you doing?"
"You need real food. Stop complaining," Kris says evenly.
"So, Star Wars?" Allison interrupts.
"Star Wars?" Adam mumbles around a mouthful of lettuce. "That's so nerdy, though."
"Nerdy is the new cool," Megan says. "And I vote originals. Harrison Ford is totally hotter than Hayden Christensen."
Danielle claps her hands in delight. "I'm in!"
Kris blanches when Adam dumps a third of his salad on his tray. Adam holds his hand up before he could even speak. "You don't start. You need vegetables."
Allison bursts out laughing. "That's what you get, Kris."
Kris picks at the green stuff. "But --"
"Stop complaining, dude. You need it. Maybe that'll help you, y'know, grow a little taller," Cale drawls.
Kris makes a face and throws a piece of celery at him. The whole table is laughing, though, and Kris can't help but smile. "Shut up."
Adam throws his left hand across his waist and squeezes affectionately. "Don't listen to them. I think you're the perfect size," he declares and pecks him on the cheek. Kris smirks.
"Gross," Allison and Tommy groan simultaneously.
Adam just grins at them and sticks out his tongue. Kris scoots closer and slings his right leg on top of Adam's left, smiling as Adam starts rubbing his knee.
"So okay, Star Wars in Alisan's basement tonight?" Megan asks.
A chorus of "yeah"s and "sure"s echo across the table.
"I'm bringing my van, y'all should meet me at my house and we'll go together," Cale offers.
"Thanks, man," Tommy says.
Allison rolls her eyes. "Alisan's fucking house."
Kris grins. "Y'know, we - and by 'we', I really mean 'you', Alli - should really be used to that already."
"It's all the way up in the mountains! So inconvenient," Allison complains.
"But that would be a reasonable reaction, Kris," Danielle says before Allison can get into her patented diatribe about things being in the middle of nowhere and totally inconvenient and we should stop going there, seriously. "You should know better than to expect it from any of us."
"That's true," Kris laughs. He stops abruptly as he feels Adam's hand drift down his inner thigh. He pinches, hard, but Adam just smirks and continues rubbing him teasingly, thumb running up and down his inseam. He tries to pull his leg away but Adam has a pretty solid grip. The conversaion had moved on to something else - some viral video on YouTube? - but for the life of him, Kris can't concentrate. Adam looks annoyingly calm and composed, picking at his salad and chatting with Cale, and that is just so not on. Kris shifts a little bit so his thigh is pressed right against Adam's crotch.
Adam jerks slightly, his grip on Kris's thigh tightening. Kris smothers a grin and nonchalantly brings up his favorite flash mob dance.
He has to grip the table to keep from falling off when Adam abruptly stands up. Everyone at the table looks up at him, but Kris knows he's the only one who can tell how flustered he is.
"Hey Kris, uh... that sheet music you wanted to show me?"
"Sheet music?" Kris grins at Adam innocently.
"Yeah, uh, the one you told me about last night. That... melody line? You wanted to talk about?" Adam glares at him.
"Oh, right. The melody line. It's in my viola case in the orchestra room."
Adam narrows his eyes and tugs on his hand. "Come on, then."
Kris doesn't even try to fight his grin as he drains his orange juice and swings his backpack on his shoulder. He tightens his grip on Adam's hand and gets up. "Yeah, I'll show you that sheet music."
Tommy snorts. "Is that what the kids are calling it these days?"
Allison giggles and waves them away. "Have fun, guys. Try not to injure yourselves this time."
Everyone at the table guffaws with laughter, and Kris feels a blush creep up his neck.
"You think you're so funny. See you fools later," Adam says.
Kris lets himself be dragged out of the cafeteria and be manhandled inside the nearest broom closet. It's dark and a little dank, and they accidentally knock over a huge mop. The resulting clatter is loud and people in the hallway probably know exactly what they're doing, but he just doesn't care. He moans as Adam pushes him against the wall and devours his lips. He lets himself get lifted up, wraps his legs around Adam's waist, revels in the feel of Adam's hands kneading his ass. He kisses back desperately, just as hungry for it, fingers gripping Adam's hair just the way he likes.
They keep at it for as long as they can, not trying all that hard to stifle their moans, Kris mindlessly rutting against Adam's stomach until finally Adam wrenches his lips away with a gasp. Adam pins him to the door and crowds him in, bumping his forehead on the wood. Kris squeezes his knees and cranes his neck, planting sloppy and wet kisses along the side of Adam's face.
"I want to take you home so bad," Adam whispers fiercely.
"I know," Kris says as he tries to soothe, rubbing Adam's arms that were shaking in their grip. The strong pull of want in his gut makes it difficult to form words, and getting out of this room and going back to class is just about the last thing he wants to do. With a deep and careful breath, he presses his face against Adam's neck and carefully climbs down. He's grateful for Adam's hands on him, keeping him steady until he can stop his legs from wobbling.
Adam starts to move side to side a little bit, gently rocking them on their toes. "Are we hitching a ride with Cale?" he murmurs after a while.
"Hmm?"
"To Alisan's? Movie night?"
"Oh, right. Uh."
After a too-long silence, Adam chuckles. "Did I render you speechless, baby? I'm just that good, aren't I? Come on, you can tell me."
Kris pinches him. "Shut up."
Adam just laughs louder. "You love it."
"Daniel has the car today, so Cale's my ride. You?"
"Mom has errands to run, so yeah, me too. Bet she can drop us off at Cale's though," Adam muses as he plants kisses all along Kris's collarbone. "Ali made me promise to stay over tonight - boy troubles. Again."
Kris snorts. "As usual. So I'm not invited, then?"
Adam lifts his head and catches Kris's eye. "Sorry baby, it's just - they've been hinting all week. You know --"
Leaning up, Kris interrupts him with a kiss. "I know. It's totally okay. Charles has been nagging me, too. We're hanging out Sunday afternoon."
"Our friends are so high maintenance," Adam rolls his eyes. "You're mine Saturday, then?"
Kris smiles. "I'm yours always. But yes, Saturday too."
Adam's answering grin is brilliant, almost blinding, and it hits Kris right in his chest. He plants a kiss on Adam's cheek and bends to pick up his backpack from the floor. "Bell's ringing soon. I'll go first?"
Adam thumbs at his bottom lip. "Go ahead. See you in Calc."
Next: the rising tide