[Fic] Kradam for kradam_kiss
Title: Coming Clean
Author: vanya_elda
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 755
Summary: Kris gets some news he can’t handle and runs to Adam for help.
Warnings: Angst.
Their text conversation is short.
Coming Clean
Their text conversation is short.
Are you home?
Just for tonight
Coming over whether you like it or not
Love it when you’re sassy, babe
Adam has no suspicions about Kris’s motives until Kris is actually standing outside his door and looking like death warmed over - dark bags under his wearied eyes, hair that’s a finger-tugged mess, rumpled t-shirt and baggy jeans, overall dampness from the light rain. Kris makes no immediate move to enter the condo or to greet Adam. The space between Adam’s eyebrows disappears when he frowns.
“How long have you been standing out here?” Adam’s eyes boggle in bewilderment. He puts one hand high on the door to hold it open as he beckons Kris with the other. “Get inside!”
Kris is stiff when he brushes past Adam. He stalks a few feet and stops. The nervous fists he’s making at his sides are in-time with tensing of his neck.
“Okay,” Adam sighs out as he shuts the door. “Clearly, this is not a booty call.”
Jaw tightening, Kris turns to glance sidelong at Adam. His expression is not quite a glare, but it gets the “don’t fuck with me” point across - not that Adam could ever imagine Kris actually dropping an F-bomb.
Adam raises a hand as his face relaxes in defeat. “Fine. But you’re not leaving this foyer until I get you a towel.”
“I’m not sticking around,” Kris mumbles hollowly as Adam passes into the next room, which jerks Adam back around like a stage hook.
“Hmm?”
Kris hesitantly cracks a knuckle, two knuckles, and then a third. “Katy’s pregnant.”
Adam blinks. “I thought you’d be thrilled.” Kris averts his gaze, which confuses Adam even more. “What, Kris?”
After a few seconds of pause, Kris shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He presses the heel of his palm to his temple. “She told me this morning and I just…left.”
“You need to go back.”
Kris’s eyes pop open in surprise. His lashes flutter slowly as he stares agape at Adam. “I-I can’t,” he stammers.
“Yes, you can.” Adam’s voice is firm. “She’ll understand. I’m not saying she’ll be happy, but she’ll understand.”
Kris nervously swallows and mouths for soundless words as Adam approaches him. Adam grips Kris’s strong biceps and gives him a shake. “Snap out of it!,” Adam orders.
“She doesn’t know about us,” Kris says in a rush.
Adam raises one eyebrow. Surely, he doesn’t mean… “Are you still freaking over that kiss?” Kris pressing his lips together into a tight line and the look of shame are enough to confirm Adam’s suspicions. “It was one innocent kiss. And it was forever ago. It’s nothing.”
Apparently, this isn’t what Kris wanted to hear. He tugs out of Adam’s grip, and reels backward. Adam makes a grab after him, but Kris is already storming out of the condo. Stunned, Adam breathes out a baffled huff and follows Kris out into the rain. This is crazy.
Adam catches up with Kris in the parking lot. The rain is steady. They’re both going to be soaked, soon. Adam can feel water pelting his hair and sneaking past the collar of his shirt to trickle down his back. “Where are you going?,” he demands.
“I don’t know,” Kris snaps over his shoulder as he hurries toward his car.
“Go home, Kris.”
Kris stops short. The rain has already matted down his wild cowlick. His t-shirt is clinging to the curves of his toned body. Adam knows this isn’t the most convenient time to be getting turned on, but damn.
“It wasn’t ‘nothing’ to me,” Kris says, blinking through the water, as they trade stares.
Adam gets a sudden chill and shivers. “Is it worth ruining your lives over?” He swallows thickly as Kris retreats to him.
“I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Adam feels the back of his neck flush as Kris studies his face. The rain gives him another chill. He softly gasps when Kris’s arms drape his waist.
“You’re shaking, Adam.” Kris knits his brow. He tugs Adam into a hug. “Do you have regrets?,” he asks as his forehead finds Adam’s cheek. The skin-to-skin contact has sudden warmth, mostly thanks to Adam’s blushing face.
Adam murmurs a timid noise. His hands find either side of Kris’s face and drag Kris up into a kiss. The rainwater is bitter on Kris’s lips. Kris pants an anxious, hot breath against Adam’s mouth. Adam groans in his throat. “Not anymore.”
Title: Drying Off
Author: vanya_elda
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 692
Summary: Sequel to Coming Clean.
Warnings: Angst.
The rain isn’t as mesmerizing as Kris hoped.
Drying Off
The rain isn’t as mesmerizing as Kris hoped. He needs something to distract him from his own mind, but no matter how many times he tries to go over the chorus from “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head,” he always ends back at the same screech to affect of “YOU ARE CHEATING ON YOUR WIFE!” It’s not very comforting or arousing like the previous twenty minutes. In fact, he kind of wants to throw up - no, he definitely wants to throw up.
“Kris?”
The concern in Adam’s voice makes Kris flinch. He failed to notice Adam approaching in the reflection of the bay window. For all of two minutes, Adam was convinced that everything was going to be okay. Well, Kris thought he had Adam convinced. He doubts it, now, as he looks at Adam, who's frown as he hands over a terry cloth towel. Kris goes to work, rubbing and padding off his upper body. He knows his silence is making things awkward, but what the hell is he supposed to say? “Oopsies, still married!”? Not going to cut it.
Kris keeps his eyes averted as he nervously licks his lower lip, which his sour from the rain and puffy from kisses. The flesh of his mouth throbs along with the rest of his body. The pangs are mixed with pain and want. He’s hurting. Adam’s likely hurting. He knows Katy is hurting. This just…sucks.
Adam sighs. “I brought two.”
Another towel is proffered. Kris throws the wet one at Adam’s chest. They briefly trade glances as Adam catches the first towel and Kris grabs the second. Kris buries his face into the cotton to muffle his strangled, “Damn it!”
“You should go home,” Adam says slowly. “You should have already gone.”
Damn him. Why is he right? Why is he always right?
“Nope,” Kris says with a sniff and attacks his hair with the towel. He roughs up his short locks and wipes behind his ears - repeating the process so he doesn’t have to look at Adam’s solemn face, again. “Not gonna happen.”
“Kris, you can’t leave her.”
“I know I can’t!” Kris’s shout is broken. He lets the towel fall onto his shoulders. His hands press to his face, one at a time. Crying is…really not his thing, which is why he’s hyperventilating instead of sobbing. “I can’t do this. It’s not right.”
Kris is grateful when a hand grips his shoulder and gives it a comforting wag.
“You don’t need to worry about me,” Adam assures him, though Kris knows it’s a balls-out lie.
Jaw squaring, Kris gives Adam a testy, side-long glance. “That’s bullcrap.” Kris shakes his head and heaves a stuttered sigh. “And I can’t just walk away…from either of you.”
Kris’s guard crumbles when Adam replies, “Just walk away from one.”
Adam comes around to hold Kris’s face in his hands. Kris shuts his eyes. His breathing is becoming increasingly erratic. He can’t handle Adam looking so remorseful.
“I knew you were lying when you said you didn’t have regrets,” Adam says quietly, but it’s near enough that Kris can feel the words on his lips.
Kris freezes. His eyes pop open. “But you kissed me anyway. And you’re about to kiss, again.” The assumption is proved correct as Adam pulls a long, mind-numbing kiss from his lips. Kris gives chase when Adam pulls back, but Adam tilts his head away. Kris grunts in frustration. “You’re making less sense than me!”
“Go home, Kris.”
Going home means facing Katy. Not going home means hurting at least one person. Either way, he’s still going to be a father.
Grabbing a fistful of Adam’s wet shirt, Kris tugs them closer together. He pusses up on his toes, which makes them teeter for balance. His eyes flit from Adam’s eyes to Adam's mouth. “Just one more,” Kris quietly whimpers. “Just one more and I’ll make it right by her.” The kiss comes and goes. “Just one more, Adam. Just one more, please.”
“You’re going to run out of breath.”
Kris hiccups a pained chuckle before claiming Adam’s mouth, determined to kiss him until they both pass out.
Author: vanya_elda
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 755
Summary: Kris gets some news he can’t handle and runs to Adam for help.
Warnings: Angst.
Their text conversation is short.
Coming Clean
Their text conversation is short.
Are you home?
Just for tonight
Coming over whether you like it or not
Love it when you’re sassy, babe
Adam has no suspicions about Kris’s motives until Kris is actually standing outside his door and looking like death warmed over - dark bags under his wearied eyes, hair that’s a finger-tugged mess, rumpled t-shirt and baggy jeans, overall dampness from the light rain. Kris makes no immediate move to enter the condo or to greet Adam. The space between Adam’s eyebrows disappears when he frowns.
“How long have you been standing out here?” Adam’s eyes boggle in bewilderment. He puts one hand high on the door to hold it open as he beckons Kris with the other. “Get inside!”
Kris is stiff when he brushes past Adam. He stalks a few feet and stops. The nervous fists he’s making at his sides are in-time with tensing of his neck.
“Okay,” Adam sighs out as he shuts the door. “Clearly, this is not a booty call.”
Jaw tightening, Kris turns to glance sidelong at Adam. His expression is not quite a glare, but it gets the “don’t fuck with me” point across - not that Adam could ever imagine Kris actually dropping an F-bomb.
Adam raises a hand as his face relaxes in defeat. “Fine. But you’re not leaving this foyer until I get you a towel.”
“I’m not sticking around,” Kris mumbles hollowly as Adam passes into the next room, which jerks Adam back around like a stage hook.
“Hmm?”
Kris hesitantly cracks a knuckle, two knuckles, and then a third. “Katy’s pregnant.”
Adam blinks. “I thought you’d be thrilled.” Kris averts his gaze, which confuses Adam even more. “What, Kris?”
After a few seconds of pause, Kris shakes his head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” He presses the heel of his palm to his temple. “She told me this morning and I just…left.”
“You need to go back.”
Kris’s eyes pop open in surprise. His lashes flutter slowly as he stares agape at Adam. “I-I can’t,” he stammers.
“Yes, you can.” Adam’s voice is firm. “She’ll understand. I’m not saying she’ll be happy, but she’ll understand.”
Kris nervously swallows and mouths for soundless words as Adam approaches him. Adam grips Kris’s strong biceps and gives him a shake. “Snap out of it!,” Adam orders.
“She doesn’t know about us,” Kris says in a rush.
Adam raises one eyebrow. Surely, he doesn’t mean… “Are you still freaking over that kiss?” Kris pressing his lips together into a tight line and the look of shame are enough to confirm Adam’s suspicions. “It was one innocent kiss. And it was forever ago. It’s nothing.”
Apparently, this isn’t what Kris wanted to hear. He tugs out of Adam’s grip, and reels backward. Adam makes a grab after him, but Kris is already storming out of the condo. Stunned, Adam breathes out a baffled huff and follows Kris out into the rain. This is crazy.
Adam catches up with Kris in the parking lot. The rain is steady. They’re both going to be soaked, soon. Adam can feel water pelting his hair and sneaking past the collar of his shirt to trickle down his back. “Where are you going?,” he demands.
“I don’t know,” Kris snaps over his shoulder as he hurries toward his car.
“Go home, Kris.”
Kris stops short. The rain has already matted down his wild cowlick. His t-shirt is clinging to the curves of his toned body. Adam knows this isn’t the most convenient time to be getting turned on, but damn.
“It wasn’t ‘nothing’ to me,” Kris says, blinking through the water, as they trade stares.
Adam gets a sudden chill and shivers. “Is it worth ruining your lives over?” He swallows thickly as Kris retreats to him.
“I don’t regret it, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Adam feels the back of his neck flush as Kris studies his face. The rain gives him another chill. He softly gasps when Kris’s arms drape his waist.
“You’re shaking, Adam.” Kris knits his brow. He tugs Adam into a hug. “Do you have regrets?,” he asks as his forehead finds Adam’s cheek. The skin-to-skin contact has sudden warmth, mostly thanks to Adam’s blushing face.
Adam murmurs a timid noise. His hands find either side of Kris’s face and drag Kris up into a kiss. The rainwater is bitter on Kris’s lips. Kris pants an anxious, hot breath against Adam’s mouth. Adam groans in his throat. “Not anymore.”
Title: Drying Off
Author: vanya_elda
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 692
Summary: Sequel to Coming Clean.
Warnings: Angst.
The rain isn’t as mesmerizing as Kris hoped.
Drying Off
The rain isn’t as mesmerizing as Kris hoped. He needs something to distract him from his own mind, but no matter how many times he tries to go over the chorus from “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head,” he always ends back at the same screech to affect of “YOU ARE CHEATING ON YOUR WIFE!” It’s not very comforting or arousing like the previous twenty minutes. In fact, he kind of wants to throw up - no, he definitely wants to throw up.
“Kris?”
The concern in Adam’s voice makes Kris flinch. He failed to notice Adam approaching in the reflection of the bay window. For all of two minutes, Adam was convinced that everything was going to be okay. Well, Kris thought he had Adam convinced. He doubts it, now, as he looks at Adam, who's frown as he hands over a terry cloth towel. Kris goes to work, rubbing and padding off his upper body. He knows his silence is making things awkward, but what the hell is he supposed to say? “Oopsies, still married!”? Not going to cut it.
Kris keeps his eyes averted as he nervously licks his lower lip, which his sour from the rain and puffy from kisses. The flesh of his mouth throbs along with the rest of his body. The pangs are mixed with pain and want. He’s hurting. Adam’s likely hurting. He knows Katy is hurting. This just…sucks.
Adam sighs. “I brought two.”
Another towel is proffered. Kris throws the wet one at Adam’s chest. They briefly trade glances as Adam catches the first towel and Kris grabs the second. Kris buries his face into the cotton to muffle his strangled, “Damn it!”
“You should go home,” Adam says slowly. “You should have already gone.”
Damn him. Why is he right? Why is he always right?
“Nope,” Kris says with a sniff and attacks his hair with the towel. He roughs up his short locks and wipes behind his ears - repeating the process so he doesn’t have to look at Adam’s solemn face, again. “Not gonna happen.”
“Kris, you can’t leave her.”
“I know I can’t!” Kris’s shout is broken. He lets the towel fall onto his shoulders. His hands press to his face, one at a time. Crying is…really not his thing, which is why he’s hyperventilating instead of sobbing. “I can’t do this. It’s not right.”
Kris is grateful when a hand grips his shoulder and gives it a comforting wag.
“You don’t need to worry about me,” Adam assures him, though Kris knows it’s a balls-out lie.
Jaw squaring, Kris gives Adam a testy, side-long glance. “That’s bullcrap.” Kris shakes his head and heaves a stuttered sigh. “And I can’t just walk away…from either of you.”
Kris’s guard crumbles when Adam replies, “Just walk away from one.”
Adam comes around to hold Kris’s face in his hands. Kris shuts his eyes. His breathing is becoming increasingly erratic. He can’t handle Adam looking so remorseful.
“I knew you were lying when you said you didn’t have regrets,” Adam says quietly, but it’s near enough that Kris can feel the words on his lips.
Kris freezes. His eyes pop open. “But you kissed me anyway. And you’re about to kiss, again.” The assumption is proved correct as Adam pulls a long, mind-numbing kiss from his lips. Kris gives chase when Adam pulls back, but Adam tilts his head away. Kris grunts in frustration. “You’re making less sense than me!”
“Go home, Kris.”
Going home means facing Katy. Not going home means hurting at least one person. Either way, he’s still going to be a father.
Grabbing a fistful of Adam’s wet shirt, Kris tugs them closer together. He pusses up on his toes, which makes them teeter for balance. His eyes flit from Adam’s eyes to Adam's mouth. “Just one more,” Kris quietly whimpers. “Just one more and I’ll make it right by her.” The kiss comes and goes. “Just one more, Adam. Just one more, please.”
“You’re going to run out of breath.”
Kris hiccups a pained chuckle before claiming Adam’s mouth, determined to kiss him until they both pass out.