Seven Months

aka the moping fic

"Get up!" Adam says, pulling the covers away from Kris.

Kris grabs them at the last second and pulls them back up over his head until only a tuft of his messy hair is visible at the top. "No," he whines, voice sleepy and thick.

Adam places his hands on his hips and declares, "I'm not letting you mope anymore."

He tugs at the covers once more before sitting down on the bed to reach underneath them. His hand contacts the warm skin of Kris' stomach where his t-shirt has ridden up and Kris jerks away, letting out a yelp. His face emerges from the sea of white sheets to level a glare at Adam.

"Leave me alone," he mumbles with a pout.

"Not gonna happen," Adam says, shaking his head. He flops down on the bed, and makes himself comfortable.

“What do you want?” Kris groans, pressing his face into the pillow and muffling the sound.

Adam scoots closer. “You’re getting out of the bed, taking a shower, and then we’re going out.”

“No,” Kris says resolutely.

“This is pathetic, Kris, come on,” Adam says, lowering his voice now that he’s so close that his breath must be tickling Kris’ nose. “I let you sulk for a whole month after the divorce. This is nothing compared to that. You should’ve known it was coming.”

“If this is you being helpful—”

“This is me being honest.” Adam crawls under the covers and puts an arm on Kris’ shoulder. “So she’s dating. It was going to happen sooner or later.”

“She isn’t just dating,” Kris says, sounding subdued. “She’s in love with him.”

Adam rubs Kris’ shoulder absentmindedly. “You guys weren’t in love anymore,” Adam says softly. “She deserves to be happy. You both do.”

“I’m not—I don’t—” Kris takes a deep breath and looks away. “She was my best friend. She was my everything. That’s not something you find twice in your life.”

Adam feels the reassuring smile fall off his face, and his hand slides down from Kris’ shoulder. He moves away from Kris unconsciously. Just because Kris is his everything, doesn’t mean Kris feels the same way about him. Adam always did let his emotions get the better of him.

He opens his mouth to say something comforting and inane, but his words get caught in his throat when he looks up to meet Kris’ eyes. His huge, stunned eyes.

“You…” Kris trails off, staring at Adam, confused.

Adam tries to laugh it off, pushing himself back and away, and trying to climb out of the bed. Whose stupid idea was it to get into Kris’ bed anyway?

“I’m just going to go. Leave you to your moping.”

“Adam.”

Kris grips Adam’s wrist and jerks him down, and Adam has to put a knee and an elbow on the bed to keep himself from landing right on top of him. Kris’ eyes are staring up at him, brown pools of shock, deep enough to drown in, and Adam finds that he can’t look away, pull back, or utter a word in his own defense. He swallows hard and waits helplessly for Kris to break the silence.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Kris asks softly, his hand loosening its hold on Adam’s wrist.

“How could you not know?” Adam breathes out.

Kris’ eyes grow softer and sadder, almost apologetic, and Adam looks away, cursing himself for leaving the house that morning. He should’ve stayed in bed—his own bed—and let Kris do whatever the hell he felt like doing. He hates pity, possibly even more than he hates rejection. It’s the last thing he wants from Kris.

“Because I’m stupid, apparently,” Kris says, “and self-involved and blind and—”

Adam sighs and settles back down on the bed next to Kris. “You’re Kris Allen,” he says, willing his hand to stay steady as he runs it over Kris’ hair to push it away from his sweaty face. “And I’m Adam Lambert. And we’re best friends.”

Kris moves closer to bury his face in Adam’s chest. Adam wraps an arm around him, thinking this is how it should be. The day they get awkward with each other would be a very sad day indeed.

“You have me, for what it’s worth,” Adam says into Kris’ hair. “Maybe it’s not exactly the same, but does it really have to be? Does sex really define everything? I mean, I know you better than I’ve known any of my boyfriends since Brad, and I love you more than I loved any of them. Just because we’re not having sex—”

Adam feels Kris’ lips against his neck, an unmistakable kiss, and his heart stutters in his chest, making him lose his train of thought.

“I didn’t know. I didn’t realize,” Kris mumbles, his breath teasing Adam’s skin.

“Kris, you don’t have to—”

“Of course I do,” Kris says, cupping Adam’s cheeks and pulling him down to meet his mouth in a soft kiss. “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me—that you didn’t do this—you’re so—” The rest of the sentence gets lost in the kiss, which starts slow and chaste, but grows and evolves quickly, gaining momentum with every tiny moan that escapes Kris’ lips, until Adam has to roll them over and take control, kiss Kris with all the hunger he’s been suppressing for years. When he finally lets go, his hands are trembling, and under him Kris looks dazed, his eyes glazed over, and a beautiful blush covering his cheeks.

“Are you sure?” Adam asks despite himself. He can’t help it; he’s worried. “You were depressed, and this is a lot to take in. I mean, the guy thing alone…”

“Yes,” Kris says, his lips stretched wide in a silly smile.

“To which part?” Adam asks. He feels slow and out of sync with the rest of the world. It’s very possible that Kris has finally managed to break his brain.

“All of it. Just. Yes.”

Kris wraps his arms around Adam’s neck and arches up into him; Adam puts a hand on his chest to keep him down.

“Kris, maybe we shouldn’t—”

“Stop cock-blocking me, Lambert,” Kris growls, running one of his hands down Adam’s back possessively.

Adam swallows hard. He’s never heard Kris growl before, not quite like this; it’s…new.

“Seven months. I’ve been single for seven months,” Kris says, slapping the back of Adam’s head.

“I know.”

“Where the hell were you?”

“I was here.”

Kris looks down at the sheets meaningfully. “Not here here.”

Adam doesn’t say anything, but some days he was actually here here—in Kris’ bed, here. It’s not his fault that Kris never noticed.

“Can we just kiss now? Or do we have to wait another seven months?” Kris says, sounding put out, but when Adam meets his eyes, he looks anxious. As if there is a chance Adam will say no. As if Adam could ever say no to him.

Adam lets his body settle down on top of Kris, enjoying the feel of his smaller frame, the warmth of his skin, his smell, and then he worms a hand under Kris’ t-shirt, up his chest, to feel his heart beat furiously against his palm. “I’m here,” he says, placing kisses on Kris’ neck, his jaw, his cheek.

“Yes,” Kris says, breathless, “Finally,” and then meets Adam’s lips.

The End

November 16th, 2009