Adam groaned, frowning at the sun as it shined through the window and hit his face. Frustrated from the sun's sudden wake up call, he shifted uncomfortably, bumping against a warm, sweaty body. Adam grinned as he snaked his arms around the figure, placing his lips on the person's bare shoulder.
Kris he thought, leaving a trail of small, soft kisses on the man's shoulder and up his neck.
The person moaned pleasantly in return to the kisses and pushed himself back against Adam's chest, leaning into his grasp.
"Good morning, sunshine." Adam murmured into Kris' neck. A smile played on the other mans lips.
"Morning, babe." The voice was small and squeaky, the exact opposite of Kris's. In the morning, Kris' voice was raspy, soaked in a southern drawl.
Adam opened his eyes, twisting his face and frowning. It wasn't that he didn't love the man next to him; no, defiantly not that. He just hated that he was imagining (Wanting, even, but Adam tried to deny that in his mind) that Brad was Kris. Without thinking, Adam sighed in frustration with himself, making Brad's smile turn into a frown.
"Adam," he mumbled with a sigh, trying-and failing- to hide the annoyance in his voice. Adam caught this immediately and instantly regretted sighing. He had put Brad through so much already and he was sure by now Brad thought that he was a selfish, idiotic bitch.
Adam let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, "I'm sorry Brad, you-"
"No," Brad interrupted, a small hint of anger in his voice. The smaller man turned his body so he was facing the other, much taller man, his eyes shimmering up at the older man's blue-gray eyes. "Babe, you know I love you bu-"
"I love you too, so no but's" Adam said before leaning down to Kiss him. Brade lifted his finger to Adam's lips, stopping him from attempting to change the subject with a kiss.
"But," he started again, "this has to stop. You know I love you and I know you love me, you're just not in love with me." Adam opened his mouth to protest and state how cliché that sounded, but instantly shut it as Brad glared at him. Ironic, Adam thought, usually that's the opposite of what he wants.
"Adam," he said, cupping his face with his hands. "I love you so much, but please, please don't give me your bullshit. You and I both know that this isn't going anywhere and the only thing that's still good in this relationship is the sex. But, hey, it's not like I'm complaining. It's just, I can't, we can't pretend anymore. I mean, shit Adam, you screamed his name last night." Brad laughed as Adam blushed, completely embarrassed as he remembered the incident. Brad couldn't help but smile as he petted Adam's silky black hair.
"You're in love with Kris, Adam, and maybe if you opened your eyes you could see that he feels the same."
Adam huffed, pouting, "It doesn't even matter anymore, even if he does... love me," Adam shuttered, "He's married and the new American Idol. The last thing he needs is a stupid, emo, faggot ass bitch confessing his undying love for him."
Brad slapped his cheek, his own face went from caring to pissed, "Don't you dare even think something like that again. After all these years of working to get where your are, after all the shit everyone's given you, you should know better." Adam sighed, feeling defeated, not knowing what to say back.
"You are being so irrational. He loves you, he really does. He shows it plain as day and you just fucking ignore it. Kris-"
"That's not what I'm worried about!" Adam hissed, his eyes burning. "I'm worried about him. He's the American Idol. If people hated me because I'm gay, imagine what they would think if they found out Mister Idol-saint was hooking up with Mister second-place-homo!"
"And since when do you give a shit as to what people think?" Brade shot back, just as much venom in his voice as Adam's.
Adam's facial expression went blank, his lips in a fine line as he spoke in monotone.
"I don't. I really don't. I just care about his career... about him."
Brad scoffed, turning over and reaching down to the floor to pick up his boxers and pants.
"Did you ever think for one second that telling Kris you loved him was what he wanted? That if you really, truly cared about him, you wouldn't ignore the fact that you both are in love?"
Brad paused as he pulled on his shirt and took a deep breath, sighing it out with a dry chuckle.
"Besides, if you ask me, you two being a couple could help your career. Seriously, do you realize how many fan girls are out there in the world?"
Adam couldn't help but let out a laugh, he loved how Brad could-and did-always lighten up the mood. The smaller male smiled over at Adam who was now propped up against the headboard.
"Look," he said, placing his hand on top of Adam's, "The tour starts today and whether you like it or not, you're going to have to spent a hell of a long time with him and, eventually, those feelings are gonna come out. So please, please, please take my advice and tell him now, before you two end up getting wasted and have drunk sex and end up having an awkward-as-hell morning, yet alone, awkward tour."
Brad smiled and stood up, beginning to walk towards the door before a large, sweaty, soft hand reached out and grabbed his wrist. He looked back at Adam, who wore a half-hearted smile.
"Thank you."
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It took Adam a whole four hours to get ready and by the time he was done, his room was a wreck. Clothing was thrown all around his once perfectly clean bedroom along with glistening accesories and it literally looked like his closet had thrown up. But that was the least of his worries.
When he finally reached the studio parking lot, where they had decided to meet, it was already past four in the afternoon. Adam let his eyes wander, trying to find the oh-so familliar short Arkansas man and smiled accomplishingly as he spotted him talking to Danny and Anoop.
"Adam!" Allison called to him as he walked towards the bus where Kris continued to stand, talking. He tore his gaze from Kris' small body, glancing over to the red head that was skipping over to him, arms wide open.
"Not right now baby girl, I have to take care of something first." Adam said, lifting a hand and turning his eyes back to the short southern man. Allison frowned, confused, and stopped skipping. She said something but Adam had blocked out every sound along with everyone and everything around him. His focus was on Kris and Kris only.
As he got closer, Kris noticed him and stopped talking, his attention now on Adam.
"Dude, what the hell? You're like, an hour late an-" Adam interrupted Kris with his lips crashing against the younger man's. They ignored all the gasps, all the wolf whistles, all the squels come from Allison, and all the wise ass jokes coming from Matt.
Kris' lips were chapped and tender against Adam's soft yet rough lips. The taller man leaned down as the shorter one leaned up, both eager and hungry for more. Their tongues were battling each other for dominance. Kris stood on his tip-toes as he wrapped his arms around Adam's neck, intertwining his fingers in his hair. Adam placed his hands awkwardly on Kris' hips, trying to fight the urge to simply pick him up and slam him into a wall before having his way with him.
Eventually, the two had to pull away in order to breathe. Their foreheads were pressed together and they gasped heavily, breath crashing against one another's face.
"I love you," Adam breathed, closing his eyes and smiling, still in need for more oxygen.
Kris blushed, smiling and gave Adam another peck on the lips, "I love you, too."
"I'm fine with this," came Matt's voice, "But if I have to deal with you guys fucking each other senseless every night, I'm throwing both of you out on the street. I'm lacking enough sleep as it is."
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FINALLY. Jesus Christ, this is the fourth time I've tried to post this. >:l
Anyways, incase you didn't read the memo, there's a reason why I but Brad in here instead of Drake, it's just hard to explain.
Also, I might write a different version of this only with Kris and Katy instead of Adam and Brad; thoughts?
Read.Rate.Review.
This is our night
The look in your eyes says we can go all the way
I'm losing my mind, broken inside
I want you to take my breath away
It's obvious that my heart beats for you
-dani<3
