fic: in the early light (2/2)
Part 1
Adam: jgmpjadwpmagtwpjmtwpagj
Kris: Wat
Adam: GAGA NEW ALBmgptwmjadjtpmwpt
Kris: Gaga is fierce
Adam: I wanna be her when i grow up
Kris: You'll be more fabulous
Adam: <333 you're sweet
Kris: It's true
Adam: <3333333333
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Kris: SAVE ME
Adam: ???
Kris: Dying. 10 laps around field. Send help
Adam: D: D: D: breathe
Kris: Never leaving my bed
Adam: I'll miss you though :(
Kris: Hurts :(
Adam: :* :* :* kissing it better
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Adam: Boys boys boys buy us drinks in bars
Kris: Oh.....
Adam: ?
Kris: Nothing
Adam: Just lyrics babe
Kris: Ohhh
Adam: <3 you're cute
Kris: I'm a jerk. Sorry <3
Adam: Cute :D you're my only boy
five
five days later
It's been the most exhilarating weekend of Kris's life, and he didn't even have to leave his house.
He spent six hours babysitting a three year old, and the whole time, it took all of his control to wipe the crazy grin threatening to split his face. Little Kaya kept swatting at his phone whenever he took too long to type something, which happened a lot because he always wasted a few seconds stupidly grinning at his phone before thinking of an answer. He feels seriously, fantastically giddy with every text message, and on the verge of bursting into song with every minute they spend on the phone together.
("I've decided that pink and purple are your best colors."
"Oh, and you're not biased at all."
"Alli should put that hoodie in a museum."
"I still have it, actually."
"Well then you need to never give it back. Keep that shit as a remembrance of --"
"Of your little brother cockblocking us?"
Adam laughed at that for a long time, and Kris wanted to burn every single second of it into his brain.)
Kris feels seriously confident and daring, more than capable of keeping up with Adam's blatant flirting, giving just as good as he gets, many years of friendship making him unselfconscious about the ridiculous things he says.
It's a pleasant shock to his system when he sees Adam again on Monday, and Kris reckons the ridiculous grins on their faces are identical. Kris's daily routine is the same as ever, but the liberal sprinkling of Adam-moments all throughout make everything so much more memorable.
On Wednesday afternoon, Kris finds himself at a mostly-empty school parking lot, leaning on the trunk of Adam's car. Adam is twenty minutes late, but Kris isn't worried at all - a person who texts Yay froyo later!!!!! and Dont forget k? at the top of every hour the entire school day won't ditch him. And besides, Adam never pulls this stuff; if he didn't want to go, he'd say so.
They were going on a date. That's... it's a little bit surreal, is what it is.
A couple minutes later, Kris looks up to find Adam looking harried, a huge bag slung on each shoulder, carrying an armful of haphazardly stacked papers and wearing a panicked expression. Kris jolts upright, fighting the urge to straighten his clothes and instead reaching out to relieve Adam of his burden.
"Oh my God I'm so sorry, Amy found me at my locker and she wouldn't leave until I let her dump all of this on me," Adam rambles, a little breathless, cheeks red. "Apparently I was the first sucker she ran into and just --"
Kris grabs all of the papers with minimal wrinkling, and smiles reassuringly. "It's fine. You okay? Take a second to catch your breath or something."
Adam drops his bags and leans on the car, shoulders slumping against Kris's. "I'm okay. Just - I kind of ran pretty far? I didn't want you to think I was ditching you or whatever."
"You ran? I'm sorry I missed that," Kris says.
"Don't make fun. I think my spleen's gonna burst," Adam says between deep breaths.
Kris laughs. "Did you mean appendix? Unlock your door so you can sit, c'mon."
Adam grumbles as he reaches for his keys and opens the door, letting out a full body sigh when he slumps against the steering wheel. Kris slides carefully onto the passenger seat and leafs through the papers that he's holding. It looks like Adam has been saddled with organizing the sheet music that they'll be using for the spring musical. Kris starts sorting them by song, humming the first few bars of the opening theme under his breath.
"You don't have to do that," Adam says.
"It's okay, I'm almost done," Kris answers, and when he looks up, he sees that Adam's aiming a crazy smile at him. "What?"
"Nothing. You're being so nice to me. Thank you."
Kris smiles back. "It's just papers. But you're welcome."
Adam downs half a bottle of water as Kris finishes piling up the papers, and he carefully puts them in the three envelopes that Adam gives him. Once everything's squared away on Adam's backseat, Kris wipes his hands on his lap and turns to Adam.
"Hi," Kris says.
Adam wrinkles his nose at him. "Hi there. I have to say, this afternoon is not at all going the way it was supposed to."
"Why? What's wrong?"
Adam blushes a little at that, but keeps his gaze. "I was supposed to sweep you off your feet, okay. Woo you with dessert and my charm and witty repartee. Instead it's... this."
Kris looks around the car and back at Adam. "This isn't so bad."
"Well, thanks," Adam pouts.
Kris laughs and does what he's been wanting to do all day. All week. All his life, it feels like. He reaches out and laces their hands together, slowly insinuating every finger in between Adam's. Kris's heart starts pounding in his chest, and it feels like a momentous moment, which is kind of silly, but there it is.
"Better?" Kris asks, mildly teasing, but kind of adoring the pleasantly shocked look on Adam's face.
"Much," Adam says as he squeezes Kris's hand. Kris thinks it should be ridiculous, how good it feels to just hold Adam's hand, how it makes his blood sing in his veins, how the simple contact makes him want to jump around in joy. But maybe this is what it's like, to have something real, to cup something incredibly special close to your heart and wish so hard it'll grow and grow and grow.
Kris laughs when Adam awkwardly twists around so he can use his left hand to start the car. Kris tries to pull away just for a few moments, but Adam's grip is strong and unyielding, which is just so unfairly hot, and well. Kris wasn't going to let go after that. Kris crosses his left knee over his right so they can comfortably rest their hands on it during the quick drive to the new froyo place that Adam has been raving about.
"You're going to love it. I've tried lots of froyo places, but this is the one I like best. And come on. Cheesecake. Whoever thought of that is a freaking genius," Adam says enthusiastically.
Kris just smiles and nods along, not really caring where they're going or what they're about to eat, just that he's doing it with Adam. They'll be alone, finally, and anything can happen. "Cheesecake is awesome," Kris says, and he wants to smack himself in the head, he's so freakin' lame.
"Indeed," Adam agrees, turning his head to smile at Kris. There's a pause, and then "This is okay, right? We can go somewhere else if you want, it's totally okay --"
Kris squeezes Adam's hand. "This is good. This is great. I'm going to sound totally lame, but I seriously cannot care less where we go. Just. S'long as you're here," Kris tapers off at the end there, kind of mumbling the last part, but Adam's huge answering grin erases every bit of embarrassment Kris would have felt at saying that out loud.
"When you say things like that, you make me want to stop this car right here and kiss you," Adam says wistfully, and that's when Kris full-on blushes; he feels giddy and warm all over, brimming with energy.
"I would not object to that at all," Kris says, hopeful, raising his eyebrows meaningfully at Adam.
Adam stubbornly keeps his eyes on the road, slowing down and pulling into the lot in front of the shiny new froyo place. "No. There's a plan, dammit. Food. And wooing! Food and wooing before... anything else."
Adam's so adorably adamant about it that Kris just bites back a laugh. "Okay, okay. On with the wooing, then." Kris already has one foot out of the car, but Adam won't let go of his hand. "I kind of need my hand back, Adam."
When Kris turns his head to look, he catches Adam's heavy lidded gaze aimed straight at his mouth. "Adam?" he says again, and he can see Adam's eyes widen, flying to his, caught. Kris can't help but grin, more than a little smug. "You sure you don't want to change your mind? We can take this somewhere a little more private, if you --"
Adam narrows his eyes at Kris playfully. "Wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, Kristopher. Just - humor me, please? I really, really want to get this right."
Kris's smile softens, and he impulsively pulls Adam's hand up to kiss the joint at the base of Adam's thumb. "You're perfect. Now, take me to the cheesecake."
Adam lets go of Kris's hand so they can get out of the car, but grabs it again right before they enter the store, pulling Kris close to his side. Kris has always been wary of those couples that spend all of their time cooing and pawing all over each other even in public, but standing here, holding Adam's hand in the middle of the yogurt store, Kris thinks he wants to be one of those. Kris didn't think he was that kind of boy, all grabby and possessive, but he wants to stake his claim, wants the world to know what he and Adam are to each other now. Or, what they're trying to be, at least.
They stand at the counter and Kris not-so-innocently sidles himself closer to Adam, props his chin on Adam's shoulder as he peers up at the menu. "That's a lot of choices, wow."
Adam laughs a little breathlessly, and Kris loves the sound of it, makes it a personal mission to hear it more often. "I know, right? The strategy is to keep trying new things until you find the perfect combination. And it's always best to do this with a lot of other people, you know, for more variety."
Kris ends up with chocolate chips, blueberries and cheesecake while Adam goes for strawberries, peaches and chocolate syrup. The place is mostly full, but they manage to snag one of the little round tables near the back corner. Kris's stomach flutters when Adam pulls the two chairs right up against each other before they sit, and he kind of wants to melt into the floor when Adam easily slides their fingers back together once they settle down. For a couple minutes, Adam has to use his elbow to awkwardly maneuver his spoon and his cup, but he works it out quickly enough, and their conversation flows as smoothly as always.
Their topics range from music to varsity baseball to Neil's piano lessons to that one time Adam dreamt that he was a unicorn. Kris almost chokes on a bite when Adam makes a sly blowjob joke, and when Kris retaliates with one of his own, Adam laughs so loudly that everyone in the place stares at them for a few seconds. It's by far the best date Kris has ever been on, and he wants to remember every single detail - the warm weight of Adam's hand in his, how easy it is to twist a little in his seat and tuck his knee under Adam's, how his stomach drops every time Adam's tongue darts out to lick syrup off the spoon, how this will all he'll be able to think of every time he tastes the tangy sweetness of yogurt and cheesecake.
They linger on their empty cups for a long time, and it's only when a couple waiting for a seat start to pointedly clear their throats that they reluctantly stand and walk back outside. Kris is surprised to find that the sun has completely set, that what felt like five minutes with Adam was actually over two hours.
Adam raises an eyebrow at him. "You mentioned finding somewhere a little more private, earlier?"
Kris's heart stutters in his chest, and he's so very, very tempted to tug Adam's lips down to his, to finally take that leap right here and right now, but he's not sure he wants their first kiss to happen right where a full yogurt shop can see. He may want to stake his claim, but he wants the first one to be just theirs, sappy as that may sound. "I have been properly fed and wooed, I believe it's time for... other things now," he smiles as he makes his way to the passenger side of the car.
"Other things, huh?" Adam says as he starts the car. "Do elaborate."
Before Kris can answer, the sound of a ringing phone echoes in the small space. Adam groans and thunks his head on the window. "You cannot be serious right now."
Kris's eyebrow furrows as he sees Daniel flashing on his phone screen. "I'm normally not a violent person, but I really want to punch you in the face right now," he grits out.
"Dude, I had to chase Elvis down the street and I locked myself out of the house. I need you to come here right now," Daniel says, and seriously, Kris's life. Kris thinks his good karma is going through the roof right now, and it's so freaking unfair.
"Mama isn't home yet?" Kris asks, annoyed beyond belief.
"They're having dinner with some people from dad's office, they left money for takeout. Seriously, man, it's freezing."
"Five minutes," and Kris hangs up, counting backwards from ten in his head. This really could not have happened at a worse time, and he wants to stomp his feet and throw a tantrum right here, right in Adam's car, and God. What seriously shitty luck.
"I really, really, really wish we were only children," Adam sighs as he pulls out of the parking lot.
Kris takes a couple seconds to tamp down his helpless anger. "I'm sorry my brother's an idiot," is the only thing he can manage to say before pushing his forehead into the window. "I'm sorry for ruining tonight."
Adam's hand comes up to rub his back and Kris melts into the touch, already feeling a little bit better. This is dangerous, he knows, but he can't help but fall into it, jump into this thing wholeheartedly. It's all he knows to do. "You didn't ruin anything," Adam says soothingly. He pulls at Kris's shoulder until Kris is facing him again. "This was kind of the most amazing date I've ever had. Not even cockblocking little brothers can take that away."
Kris curls into the seat and cradles Adam's hand in both of his. "I had a really, really great time too," Kris says. "And... those other things... there's time enough for that."
"Definitely," Adam agrees.
"So it's my turn to woo you now, huh?"
Adam laughs. "Yeah, I think it is. But for the record, I've already been thoroughly charmed."
"Good to know."
They roll down Kris's street much too quickly, and Adam starts giggling as soon as he sees Daniel - wearing pajama bottoms and cuddling a fidgety Elvis - sitting on the welcome mat. "Give me a sec," Kris says before opening the door and jogging to press his set of keys into Daniel's hand. He waits until Daniel has corralled Elvis inside and has shut the front door before walking back to Adam's car.
Adam hands him his backpack through the window and says, "So I'll call you later?"
"Yes, please."
"Try not to kill Daniel."
"I can't promise anything."
"I'd miss you if you went to jail," Adam says beseechingly.
Kris laughs and grazes his fingers on the back of Adam's hand. "I'll try really hard, just for you."
Adam smiles at him, eyes glinting under the moonlight. "See you tomorrow."
"Drive safe," Kris says, and he stands on the sidewalk until Adam's car disappears around the corner.
---
Kris falls asleep with a smile on his face and the phone clutched in his hand. He wakes up to the sun shining through his blinds and the crackly sound of Adam's deep breathing in his ear.
It's going to be an amazing day.
Kris: BABE
Adam: ?
Kris: First chair!!!!!!!!!!
Adam: TPJGMDPTADMWJTMWPGDJTMWPAD !!!!!
Kris: !!!!!!!!
Adam: I told you!!!!! Aaaaahhhhh this is so awesome!!!!!
Kris: <3<3<3 ty for believing
Adam: Always, baby
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Adam: I miss you
Kris: ..........just saw you at lunch
Adam: :( I'm needy today
Kris: <33333 what's up?
Adam: Ugh sorry i'm so whiny i'll stop now
Kris: Get a hall pass. Bathroom next to my old chem lab. Now now now
Adam: I love you i love you i love you i love you i love you
Kris: Better?
Adam: Much :*
Kris: At your service <3 love you more
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Kris: ADAM
Adam: KRISTOPHER
Kris: COME HEEEEEERE
Adam: YOU KNOW I CAN'T :( I WANT TO SO BAD
Kris: WHY ARE WE YELLING
Adam: You started it
Kris: I miss you :(
Adam: I'll be back tomorrow, you better be waiting for me
Kris: ADAMMMMMMTWPGJTMWGM
Adam: Are you behaving?
Kris: Wgy arent youwjm gghdere
Adam: Aww my baby's drunk that's so cute
Kris: Shtwp mgadpgjmwtad jpg ad;tpw
Adam: Uh huh. Tell me more
Kris: Hey Adam this is Alli, I'm taking his phone hostage til he sobers up
Adam: Tuck him into bed for me please
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Adam: :|
Kris: Don't make that face at me
Adam: Stop stealing my clothes
Kris: I'm innocent
Adam: Saw my hoodie in your car, dork
Kris: No you didn't
Adam: I want it baaaaaaack it looks so pretty on me
Kris: You look pretty in anything
Adam: Stop being cute
Kris: I win :) Love you
one
senior year
Adam's lying on his back and Kris is gasping into his mouth, writhing desperately on top of him, whimpering disjointed pleas and Adam's name, and Adam can't, he can't wait. Adam grips Kris's hips in his hands and lines himself up, slowly works his way in, inch by delicious inch. The tight, wet heat welcomes Adam, and Kris clutches hard on Adam's shoulders, breaths coming out hard and fast. Kris's broken, drawn-out moans are basically hot-wired straight to Adam's dick, and Adam doesn't think he's ever been this hard in his life.
Adam braces his feet on the bed and slowly thrusts up, God, nothing in his life has ever felt this good, Kris mouthing wet kisses all over his face and shoulders, and he keeps thrusting, knows he's hitting just the right spot with the way Kris's body locks up, the way Kris squeezes all around him, and Adam's close, so close --
Adam opens his eyes to Kris humming around his cock, throat working around him, Kris's eyes glazed and dark and glinting in the pink light of dawn. Adam's hips buck violently upward, the hazy memory of his wet dream floating away in favor of his reality, of this, Kris smiling at him, sweet and dirty and the absolute perfect thing to wake up to. Kris pulls off, hand taking over, grip - fuck - just exactly right, fucking amazing, just the way Adam likes it.
Kris knows this is the quickest way to get Adam off, fingers tight, wrist twisting just so, and a thumb brushing his slit every time, and Adam feels glorious heat building low in his stomach, a buzzing in his skin that leaves him breathless.
"You're so gorgeous like this. C'mon, babe. I want you to come for me," Kris whispers, voice low and absolutely wrecked. A distant part of Adam wonders how long Kris has been at it, but then all thought flies out of his head when Kris ducks back down and sucks hard, and Adam's coming with a sharp cry, hand brushing Kris's distended cheek and gripping in his hair. Adam forces his eyes open so he can watch Kris take all of it, groan as Adam swells in his mouth, putting on a little show as he licks Adam clean. This is the filthiest, most gorgeous thing of all, and Adam feels like he could absolutely come again, just from watching Kris's mouth and tongue.
Adam falls back onto the bed, boneless and giddy, and it's the best fucking morning of his entire fucking life. He vaguely registers Kris wiping his chin off one corner of his bedspread, the haze clearing a little bit when he slowly crawls up Adam's body, pressing wet kisses everywhere he goes. When Kris's knees settle on either side of his waist, Adam's horrified to find that Kris is still completely dressed.
"Too many clothes," Adam mumbles as his hand comes up under Kris's shirt. Adam's arms feel like wet noodles right now, but he perseveres, needing to feel skin.
"I got here and you were moaning my name," Kris gasps desperately into his mouth, teeth pulling at Adam's upper lip. "You were writhing on the bed and saying my name, there wasn't time for --"
Kris is moving restlessly against him, his jeans are chafing Adam's skin, but Adam still feels hazy and blissed out, so he just lets Kris do what he wants, clumsily helping him pull his pants and underwear down a little. Kris's cock is blistering hot against Adam's stomach, Kris's deep moan at first contact even hotter, fuck. And then Adam's suddenly alert, kissing back enthusiastically, Adam's hand striping Kris once, twice, and Kris is gone, biting hard at Adam's shoulder and coming all over them both.
"Adam," Kris gasps brokenly, knees buckling so he's sprawled artlessly on top of him.
Adam strokes Kris's back until the tremors go away, until Kris's breaths come out even and slow. They sleepily stumble to the shower to rinse off, then pull on matching sweatpants at Adam's insistence ("My mother might come in here, jeez"), stripping the sheets off the bed and curling together in the middle of the mattress, limbs all tangled.
---
When Adam wakes up, Kris is starfished on the bed next to him, arm curled possessively around his waist. Adam sighs happily at the revelation that none of it was an incredibly vivid dream, that Kris really did come to his room at ass o'clock in the morning to give him the most fantastic wake-up blowjob of his life. (It's his first, too, but whatever.) It's the best thing, the most special treat, waking up to Kris nestled close to him and drooling all over his pillows. Adam thinks of where he'll be a year from now, living his dream in New York, and more importantly, getting to have this every single day.
Just imagining it makes his heart twist, so he pulls Kris half on top of him, throwing Kris's leg around his waist. Adam buries his nose in Kris's hair and breathes in deep, loving the familiar scent of his shampoo. Kris sighs in his sleep and Adam smiles, closing his eyes and falling under once again.
The next time Adam opens his eyes, Kris's smiling face is the first thing he sees. It's instinct, almost, to lean forward and give him a kiss, Adam keeping his mouth firmly closed but still needing to feel Kris's lips against his. Kris makes an unhappy sound and kisses him deeper, and Adam is so far gone by now that he just licks away the sleep-sour taste from Kris's mouth. It's the best thing, it really is, lazily making out with Kris on his bed on a gorgeous Saturday morning, feeling Kris's hands span on his back, tongue playful and teasing, lips warm and pliant against his, completely happy to just kiss and kiss and kiss.
Adam's fingers tangle in Kris's hair as he keeps Kris's head pressed to his, leisurely licking and sucking, reveling in the feeling of Kris smiling against his mouth and pushing closer to him.
"How did you even get in here?" Adam whispers when they pause to breathe and he can process some semblance of coherent thought.
Kris smiles sleepily in answer, fingers trailing down Adam's throat. "My parents left at 5 to drive down to my aunt's. I borrowed Neil's keys, wanted to surprise you."
"What's the occasion?" Adam murmurs into Kris's cheek.
"Does there have to be?"
"No," Adam sighs.
"Mmm, exactly," Kris says as he tilts his head, and Adam obligingly mouths at the underside of his chin. "Wanted this. Wanted to wake up next to you."
It's unbelievable, how Kris can still floor him like this. How Kris can still make Adam's heart stutter in his chest exactly the way it did whenever Kris texted him back in the early days, when they went out on their first date, when they held hands for the first time. "I really like you," Adam says wistfully, pressing his forehead against Kris's.
Kris laughs and rubs their noses together. "Do you like me enough to get me breakfast?"
"Noooooo," Adam groans. "No food. More kissing."
Kris presses a laughing kiss into Adam's mouth, and Adam tries to draw him back in. Kris relents for a long, blissful moment, enthusiastically kissing back, but then pulls away. "M'starving, babe," and there's almost a pout on Kris's lips, it's the cutest thing ever.
Adam reluctantly rolls away and sits up, taking a few seconds to memorize the image of a rumpled, half-naked Kris sprawled on his bed, then walking to the closet to get them some clothes. Adam's starting to pull on his favorite Bowie shirt when Kris is suddenly behind him, tugging. "I want this one," Kris says.
That shirt has only just made it back to Adam's closet after spending weeks in Kris's room. Come to think of it, in the year-plus that they've been together, Kris has worn it more often than Adam has. "Why do you even let me bring it back here if you'll just steal it again?"
"It's not stealing," Kris says, voice muffled. He tugs the shirt over his head with a satisfied smile. "I give it back when it doesn't smell like you anymore."
Adam gives him a soft kiss for that. "You're sappy today, I love it."
Kris just rolls his eyes and tugs him out of the room and down the stairs. They pass by Neil in the living room, watching cartoons while cradling a bowl of cereal on his lap. Leila's in the kitchen, fully dressed and bustling around, muttering to herself.
"Morning," they both say as they shuffle past her to the cupboard, pulling out two cereal bowls. Adam pulls out the box of Lucky Charms while Kris takes out the milk from the fridge, and they settle on the table, lightly bickering about how much cereal Adam poured into his bowl.
"I'm not eating until you put in as much as I did," Kris insists.
"But I'm not hungry."
"Yes you are. Do it."
"Boys, no fighting this early in the morning. I'll be out all day, there's money on the counter for pizza and I'm bringing home dinner," Leila says. "Text me if your plans change."
"Thanks, mom," Adam says around a spoonful of cereal, and she makes a face at him before kissing the top of his head.
"Bye, mom," Kris says, and Leila kisses him too before flying out the door.
They rinse their bowls at the sink and trudge back upstairs hand in hand, Adam pausing by the linen closet to get a new bedspread. Kris puts all the dirty stuff in the laundry basket then helps Adam pull on the stubborn sheet, collapsing on the bed when they're done. Adam crawls in next to him, sighing happily when Kris throws a leg around Adam's waist and cuddles in tight.
"Rehearsal at 1?"
"Yeah."
"Set your alarm," Kris yawns.
"I don't need it."
"Yes you do."
Adam pulls away to set the alarm on his phone, and when he turns back, Kris has fallen asleep. "Typical," Adam sighs. Adam lies down and pulls Kris into his chest, letting his mind wander for a few minutes before drifting off as well.
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