fic: turn the night into the day
Title: turn the night into the day
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~1,400
Summary: Sometimes Adam can't quite believe this is his life. (High school AU)
A/N: I was bored, so instead of taking notes in class, I wrote this. But then I couldn't stop. This 'verse - hardly anything more than [a redacted number of] disjointed, schmoopy ficlets - now sits at a horrifying 25,000 words. D: And still growing every day. D: D: D:
I'll definitely post at least a couple more segments to flesh it all out, with bits of backstory and secondary characters. In the meantime, uhh... enjoy?
Fic master post: here
Sometimes Adam can't quite believe this is his life.
He's spent more than a little time lost in his own head, thinking about what it would be like to live his life the way he wants - to be free and open and completely secure in himself and his choices. What it would be like to live and breathe art and music, to be content and happy and not feel like anything in his life is missing.
Adam isn't quite there yet, but sitting on his bed with Kris, surrounded by books and notes, birds chirping outside and the sun streaming in through the half-open blinds - well. It's just about as close to bliss as he can get.
Except - maybe he can get a little bit closer.
Kris is just in his shirt and boxers, Adam having had the pleasure of taking his jeans off him about fifteen seconds after Kris had bounded through the door. They'd planned on spending the day studying for the last set of midterms they're ever taking in their entire high school career, but their moment of reunion after more than a handful of hours apart always gets a little frantic. They fooled around for more than an hour - hands gripping and legs locking; arms twined as close as they can get, kisses sloppy and deep as they got each other off; touches turning slow and almost reverent in the afterglow, Adam looming over Kris, pressed all up against each other, lips landing on every inch of skin within reach.
Eventually - and not without a little overdramatic pouting from Adam - Kris put on his clothes ("we can't study naked, Adam") and dragged his duffel bag from where he'd dropped it just inside Adam's door. When he pulled out a pile of notes along with his huge APUSH textbook, Adam knew fun times were over. Adam rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh and pulled on his shirt and boxers too, and went over to his desk to get his calc book.
They've studied together dozens of times over the last year - more often than not it was a pretense so they can spend hours locked in their rooms, but they weren't completely irresponsible, and Kris had to get into college to be able to leave for New York with Adam - so they slide into routine easily, settling into their respective sides of the bed and into their books.
Adam manages to concentrate long enough to get through two calc problems before he feels Kris's eyes on him.
Adam raises his eyebrow. "You keep doing that, I'm gonna have to charge admission."
"Liar. I'm your favorite customer," Kris drawls back cheekily.
"Eh. I've had better."
Kris's nose crinkles adorably as he laughs like Adam just said the most ridiculous thing ever. Adam feels his heart clench a little as a devastating kind of warmth spreads through his chest. Kris's giggling dies down as he catches something in Adam's eye.
He reaches his arm across the bed, runs his hand through Kris's hair and down to his cheek. Kris closes his eyes and turns into the touch, kissing Adam's palm.
"Liar. You love me best," Kris murmurs. His eyes are open now, bright and shining, and Adam's entire universe closes in on this, just the two of them, this cheesily domestic moment on his messy childhood bed, and everything Adam feels for Kris just rushes up underneath his skin, pushing to get out.
"I really do," Adam chokes out. He leans forward to drop a kiss on Kris's forehead, then leans down and catches Kris's lower lip between his teeth. Kris hmms and and slides his hand on Adam's neck, holding him tight as he opens his mouth further. The kiss feels slow, endless, all lips and tongue and all the time in the world.
Adam swipes his tongue on the roof of Kris's mouth one last time before he pulls away, breaths coming out harsh, almost gasping. "If you keep doing that, we're going to have problems. I really can't fail calc, babe."
Kris snorts out a laugh and taps Adam's nose. "Yeah yeah, back to the books. Behaving now, promise."
Kris plants a quick kiss on his cheek, then on his lips, and finally settles back on his stomach and his book. He's all kinds of distracting, sprawled all along the right side of the bed, forehead wrinkled as he murmurs to himself. Adam smiles ruefully and leans against the headboard, legs all stretched out, hip flush against the edge of Kris's book. Adam wills himself to focus, and continues to read.
A few minutes pass, then suddenly Adam feels Kris pick up his left hand and lace their fingers together. One glance at his face tells Adam that Kris's full concentration is still on his book, and he has to grin at the mindless gesture of affection. He rubs his thumb on Kris's knuckles.
Their fingers stay locked together; both of them manage their books and notes one-handed. More than half a chapter has run by Adam when he feels Kris plant a kiss on his hand and carefully lay it back on the covers. Adam vaguely feels the bed shift as Kris gets up to rummage around his duffel. He takes a moment to appreciate the view of Kris's ass wiggling in the air before dragging his attention back to his book.
Kris comes back to the bed with a folder in his hand, and leans on the headboard, pressing himself right up against Adam. Adam shifts around to accommodate him, lifts his knees and balances his notebook on them, starting in on some more sample problems. He breezes through the first few, but there's a tricky one he can't quite get past when Kris's hand suddenly comes out of nowhere and grabs the pen Adam had started to tap noisily against his leg. Kris leans in and messily scrawls a correction on the margin, and suddenly everything makes sense again. Adam just has to duck down after that, pressing a wet kiss on Kris's cheek in gratitude. Kris lets out a happy murmur and nudges Adam's shoulder - a not-so-subtle hint that he wants to be cuddled - so Adam obligingly lifts his arm and winds it around his small form. Adam cups Kris's hip with his hand and absently rubs circles under his shirt, all while he powers through the rest of the calc questions.
This goes on for another three hours, the two of them shifting and sliding on the bed, focused on what they were doing yet inexorably linked, whether it be their knees bumping together; Adam's head on Kris's lap; pinkies linked as they work on Physics problems; bare feet pressed on top of one another when they relocate to the kitchen for a quick snack.
It's completely dark outside when Adam slams his Lit book with a decisive snap. "Okay, I'm seriously done for the day, my brain feels like it's melting."
Kris peers up at him from his sprawl on Adam's beanbag chair. "Migraine coming in, babe? You need me to get your meds?"
"No, just tired." Adam rolls on his stomach and lays his head on his arms. "You're not done yet? Get up here. I miss you."
Kris rolls his eyes but sets his notes aside and slides in next to him. "You're a sap."
Adam just smiles as he drops a kiss on his shoulder, then his ear, rolling him over and draping his body on top of his, murmurs into his lips, "You love it."
Their kiss starts out as playful and sweet; it builds and builds and builds. Kris pushes them up and forward until Adam is sitting against the headboard, Kris straddling his lap, hips pushing against his insistently. After long moments of glorious, glorious kissing, Kris pulls away, panting. His hands come up to caress Adam's face. "I love you," Kris says, smile blinding bright.
Adam leans forward to suck a kiss onto the jut of his jaw, smiling to himself when he feels Kris shudder all over. "Show me how much," he growls into Kris's ear.
Adam is seventeen years old, and sometimes he feels like the whole world is at his feet. In moments like this, though, the world is encircled in his arms, squirming happily beneath him, nipping kisses at his neck, legs tangling with his. And really, Adam thinks. My life right now? Is fucking awesome.
Next: i will finally know the feeling
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Adam/Kris
Word Count: ~1,400
Summary: Sometimes Adam can't quite believe this is his life. (High school AU)
A/N: I was bored, so instead of taking notes in class, I wrote this. But then I couldn't stop. This 'verse - hardly anything more than [a redacted number of] disjointed, schmoopy ficlets - now sits at a horrifying 25,000 words. D: And still growing every day. D: D: D:
I'll definitely post at least a couple more segments to flesh it all out, with bits of backstory and secondary characters. In the meantime, uhh... enjoy?
Fic master post: here
Sometimes Adam can't quite believe this is his life.
He's spent more than a little time lost in his own head, thinking about what it would be like to live his life the way he wants - to be free and open and completely secure in himself and his choices. What it would be like to live and breathe art and music, to be content and happy and not feel like anything in his life is missing.
Adam isn't quite there yet, but sitting on his bed with Kris, surrounded by books and notes, birds chirping outside and the sun streaming in through the half-open blinds - well. It's just about as close to bliss as he can get.
Except - maybe he can get a little bit closer.
Kris is just in his shirt and boxers, Adam having had the pleasure of taking his jeans off him about fifteen seconds after Kris had bounded through the door. They'd planned on spending the day studying for the last set of midterms they're ever taking in their entire high school career, but their moment of reunion after more than a handful of hours apart always gets a little frantic. They fooled around for more than an hour - hands gripping and legs locking; arms twined as close as they can get, kisses sloppy and deep as they got each other off; touches turning slow and almost reverent in the afterglow, Adam looming over Kris, pressed all up against each other, lips landing on every inch of skin within reach.
Eventually - and not without a little overdramatic pouting from Adam - Kris put on his clothes ("we can't study naked, Adam") and dragged his duffel bag from where he'd dropped it just inside Adam's door. When he pulled out a pile of notes along with his huge APUSH textbook, Adam knew fun times were over. Adam rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh and pulled on his shirt and boxers too, and went over to his desk to get his calc book.
They've studied together dozens of times over the last year - more often than not it was a pretense so they can spend hours locked in their rooms, but they weren't completely irresponsible, and Kris had to get into college to be able to leave for New York with Adam - so they slide into routine easily, settling into their respective sides of the bed and into their books.
Adam manages to concentrate long enough to get through two calc problems before he feels Kris's eyes on him.
Adam raises his eyebrow. "You keep doing that, I'm gonna have to charge admission."
"Liar. I'm your favorite customer," Kris drawls back cheekily.
"Eh. I've had better."
Kris's nose crinkles adorably as he laughs like Adam just said the most ridiculous thing ever. Adam feels his heart clench a little as a devastating kind of warmth spreads through his chest. Kris's giggling dies down as he catches something in Adam's eye.
He reaches his arm across the bed, runs his hand through Kris's hair and down to his cheek. Kris closes his eyes and turns into the touch, kissing Adam's palm.
"Liar. You love me best," Kris murmurs. His eyes are open now, bright and shining, and Adam's entire universe closes in on this, just the two of them, this cheesily domestic moment on his messy childhood bed, and everything Adam feels for Kris just rushes up underneath his skin, pushing to get out.
"I really do," Adam chokes out. He leans forward to drop a kiss on Kris's forehead, then leans down and catches Kris's lower lip between his teeth. Kris hmms and and slides his hand on Adam's neck, holding him tight as he opens his mouth further. The kiss feels slow, endless, all lips and tongue and all the time in the world.
Adam swipes his tongue on the roof of Kris's mouth one last time before he pulls away, breaths coming out harsh, almost gasping. "If you keep doing that, we're going to have problems. I really can't fail calc, babe."
Kris snorts out a laugh and taps Adam's nose. "Yeah yeah, back to the books. Behaving now, promise."
Kris plants a quick kiss on his cheek, then on his lips, and finally settles back on his stomach and his book. He's all kinds of distracting, sprawled all along the right side of the bed, forehead wrinkled as he murmurs to himself. Adam smiles ruefully and leans against the headboard, legs all stretched out, hip flush against the edge of Kris's book. Adam wills himself to focus, and continues to read.
A few minutes pass, then suddenly Adam feels Kris pick up his left hand and lace their fingers together. One glance at his face tells Adam that Kris's full concentration is still on his book, and he has to grin at the mindless gesture of affection. He rubs his thumb on Kris's knuckles.
Their fingers stay locked together; both of them manage their books and notes one-handed. More than half a chapter has run by Adam when he feels Kris plant a kiss on his hand and carefully lay it back on the covers. Adam vaguely feels the bed shift as Kris gets up to rummage around his duffel. He takes a moment to appreciate the view of Kris's ass wiggling in the air before dragging his attention back to his book.
Kris comes back to the bed with a folder in his hand, and leans on the headboard, pressing himself right up against Adam. Adam shifts around to accommodate him, lifts his knees and balances his notebook on them, starting in on some more sample problems. He breezes through the first few, but there's a tricky one he can't quite get past when Kris's hand suddenly comes out of nowhere and grabs the pen Adam had started to tap noisily against his leg. Kris leans in and messily scrawls a correction on the margin, and suddenly everything makes sense again. Adam just has to duck down after that, pressing a wet kiss on Kris's cheek in gratitude. Kris lets out a happy murmur and nudges Adam's shoulder - a not-so-subtle hint that he wants to be cuddled - so Adam obligingly lifts his arm and winds it around his small form. Adam cups Kris's hip with his hand and absently rubs circles under his shirt, all while he powers through the rest of the calc questions.
This goes on for another three hours, the two of them shifting and sliding on the bed, focused on what they were doing yet inexorably linked, whether it be their knees bumping together; Adam's head on Kris's lap; pinkies linked as they work on Physics problems; bare feet pressed on top of one another when they relocate to the kitchen for a quick snack.
It's completely dark outside when Adam slams his Lit book with a decisive snap. "Okay, I'm seriously done for the day, my brain feels like it's melting."
Kris peers up at him from his sprawl on Adam's beanbag chair. "Migraine coming in, babe? You need me to get your meds?"
"No, just tired." Adam rolls on his stomach and lays his head on his arms. "You're not done yet? Get up here. I miss you."
Kris rolls his eyes but sets his notes aside and slides in next to him. "You're a sap."
Adam just smiles as he drops a kiss on his shoulder, then his ear, rolling him over and draping his body on top of his, murmurs into his lips, "You love it."
Their kiss starts out as playful and sweet; it builds and builds and builds. Kris pushes them up and forward until Adam is sitting against the headboard, Kris straddling his lap, hips pushing against his insistently. After long moments of glorious, glorious kissing, Kris pulls away, panting. His hands come up to caress Adam's face. "I love you," Kris says, smile blinding bright.
Adam leans forward to suck a kiss onto the jut of his jaw, smiling to himself when he feels Kris shudder all over. "Show me how much," he growls into Kris's ear.
Adam is seventeen years old, and sometimes he feels like the whole world is at his feet. In moments like this, though, the world is encircled in his arms, squirming happily beneath him, nipping kisses at his neck, legs tangling with his. And really, Adam thinks. My life right now? Is fucking awesome.
Next: i will finally know the feeling