Epiphany

aka the snuggly!kris fic

“I’m reeeeeeally sorry, Adam,” Kris says, head lolling on Adam’s shoulder. Adam has been trying to get Kris to sit up and hold his head still since they huddled into the limo to no avail. Kris is like an octopus when he is drunk; wiggly and floppy and with arms everywhere.

“It’s okay, Kris. We’ll try again some other night.”

They were out hunting tonight, trying to get a decent enough girl for Kris to have a one night stand with, because Adam is sick and tired of the way Kris keeps moping around at his place. His couch now has a Kris-shaped dent and Adam thinks Kris’ ass has probably evolved to blend in with the cushions by now.

“I’m not, you know, hung up on her or anything.” He looks up at Adam with huge and bright eyes. “You know?”

“I know, Kris,” Adam says, placating, petting Kris’ sweaty hair back from his forehead.

“I’m just, like, picky, maybe.”

Kris is not picky. Kris is impossible. Adam can’t blame the guy for being a bit shy when he has only ever slept with one person in his life before, but after months of trying to set him up with someone, anyone, Adam is beginning to despair.

He brings the women to Kris, his type, tiny and blonde, he even gets them to proposition him—the guy doesn’t have to do anything! He just has to sit back and enjoy, but no, of course not. Not Kris Allen! He talks to the women, tells them about Katy for God’s sake. Adam has seen some of them sniffling on their way out. Kris keeps sabotaging himself. Adam is going to have to hold his dick for him if he wants to get the guy laid. And maybe even tie him up too while he is at it.

“It’s not about just sex, you know,” Kris says, sliding further down Adam’s chest. Adam pulls him up with an arm around his shoulders.

“What is it about then?”

“It’s about, like, the person, you know?”

No, Adam does not know.

“It’s about…connecting and feeling and stuff.”

Adam sighs, rubbing a hand up Kris’ arm. Kris can’t help being a hopeless romantic. Just like he can’t help being such a great and honest and easygoing and hot guy. Adam should have learned not to judge Kris by normal human standards a long time ago. The world needs a whole new set of standards for him—they shall call it the Kris Allen standards and no one else will ever live up to them.

“You know what I mean, don’t you?” Kris says; his face now buried in Adam’s neck.

Adam swallows hard at the feel of Kris’ hot breath against his neck. He nods jerkily.

“Sex is like…easy,” Kris says, his lips brushing Adam’s skin. “It’s just…movement. You know?”

Adam nods again.

“But there should be… more. Like actually knowing the person. And liking them. And wanting them.”

Kris raises his head, eyes blinking sleepily, and so close, Adam has to cross his eyes to look at him.

“Hmm,” Kris says and moves even closer. Adam opens his mouth to tell him jokingly to get back to his side of the limo, but Kris plunges ahead before he can get a word out, his lips smashing against Adam’s.

It’s just lips against lips, no moving, no kissing, but Adam feels his heart crawling up his throat to make a quick getaway. Then Kris pulls back, shaky and confused, brows drawn together, and looks at Adam’s face like he is studying an insect under a microscope. He licks his lips.

“Huh,” Kris says.

Adam’s hand tries to clutch at the seat but the leather keeps slipping away from his grasp.

“You think that’s why it never works?” Kris asks, looking wide-eyed and surprised.

“What’s why what never works?”

Kris cups Adam’s cheek with his hand, surprisingly gentle considering his current lack of coordination. His fingers move against Adam’s skin slowly, then they trace his lips with a disquieting concentration. He leans down to lick Adam’s lips open. Adam doesn’t even get a chance to make a sound.

When he pulls back this time, Kris looks considerably less drunk. He smiles wide. “Of course,” he states. “We’re so stupid.”

Adam internally flails. “Um?”

“That’s why I hated all your boyfriends!” Kris says giddily, pressing his grin against Adam’s jacket and looking up at him under his lashes, his eyes shining bright.

“You hated my boyfriends?”

“Every single one of them!” Kris says with glee.

Adam has no idea what to say to that.

“This is good,” Kris mumbles, pushing Adam’s jacket aside to snuggle against his side, burying his face in Adam’s armpit. “This is perfect.”

“What is?” Adam hears himself ask faintly.

Kris yawns and squeezes his waist. “Tell you when we get home.”

The End

August 31st, 2009