Come Together
Title: Come Together
Author: whenbuffysmiles
Fandom: American Idol RPS
Pairing: Kris Allen / Adam Lambert
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Kris/Other, Adam/Other, Sexual content, Drug use, Adult Language
Beta: The wonderful joannacullen
Summary: Take the American Idol journey with Kradam. As the show progresses so does their relationship. But is it just a fling or are they willing to make the sacrifices necessary to make it last beyond the finale?
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Kris and Adam belong only to themselves.
Author's Note: This fic is written by request. The request was to write something involving the show and is to include friendship, love, tenderness, passion, hot sex, with a little bit of angst. In other words – everything. So, this is my attempt to fulfill.


Chapter One.
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five




Chapter 6


Blessed silence surrounded Adam as he slowly awoke in a fog of confusion. He knew he'd gone out the night before, knew from the way he felt that he'd drank and fucked too much, but what had happened after that? Was he back at the hotel or still at Doug's with his pickup?

The last thing he wanted was to have to do the morning-after drill of getting away from someone he never wanted to see again. Then once again, a reprieve was granted as one small inhalation let him know that he was back at the hotel. The intoxicating masculine scent of Kris ambushed him with its overt invitation to drown in it. No matter how much he tried last night to lose himself in the make believe of fucking Kris, it hadn't worked. He was still as lonely as he'd been last night when he'd set out on his own.

Adam forced his eyes open. He couldn't hide anymore in the fog of alcohol, pot and sex. They faded as fast as the night when he got back to the hotel. Now all he was left with was a blinding headache, aching body and the sad realization that he needed more from Kris than a good fuck.

The room was bright from the afternoon sun, and Adam blinked several times to clear his bleary vision. It also brought his memory back with a sudden crash.

Shit.

He'd passed out in Kris's bed. No, he couldn't go another three feet and collapse on his bed, but had chosen Kris's because he was reacting like a teenage girl with a twist for the dramatic. He wanted to torture himself by lying in the place the had cradled Kris's body, wrap himself in the bedclothes that held Kris's scent and lay his head on the same pillow that gave rest to Kris.

He was fucking pathetic.

Still hoping that maybe it was a bad trip, he lay motionless while trying to sort through all the emotional garbage that was raining down on him. Just about every negative emotion one could feel was attacking his self-esteem without mercy. It was as bad as when he was a fat, redheaded high school homo trying to find a way to fit in with all the popular kids around him. As obviously doomed as that was, so was trying for a relationship with Kris.

"Fuck it all," Adam muttered against the pillow.

"Do you always wake up swearing?" Kris chuckled. "Or are you just trying to impress me?"

Adam's eyes flew open. Naturally, luck was against him. Why should he get a break? Face it; he couldn’t even be miserable in peace. Kris was fast becoming a witness to Adam's most embarrassing moments. It didn't help that Kris seemed to find this humiliation cute.

Kris was lying on the other bed, his bed, with a book propped on his stomach. While Adam felt like he'd been dragged through hell's slime, Kris looked as fresh as a spring day in Heaven. If there was such a thing. Adam blinked. Kris was wearing his glasses so he looked even more like an innocent schoolboy than usual. With a groan, Adam wiped at his face.

"There's aspirin and water on the nightstand," Kris said.

"Thanks," Adam said, forcing himself to sit up. He popped the aspirin into his mouth before twisting the water open. It tasted wonderful as he downed the bottle in just a few swallows. Spying a half drunken bottle on the other side, Adam drank that one too without feeling guilty about taking Kris's without asking.

"You're supposed to drink water before you go to bed to prevent a hangover."

"Who are you? My mother? Wife?"

"I thought I was your friend," Kris said. "Next time find it yourself."

"I'm not hung over," Adam said, still feeling surly. "I know my limits."

"Right."

"Are you going to lecture me now?"

"Like you said, I'm not your mother or your boyfriend," Kris said. "So why should I lecture you? Besides you’re a grownup and old enough to make your own decisions."

Adam noticed that Kris used the term boyfriend instead of wife. He wondered why a straight guy would be so comfortable using the term, but he was feeling too embarrassed about Kris seeing him in his miserable state to care about it too much. It was time to get over Kris. Maybe even get a new roommate, whatever it took to get himself back in the game of the competition and to start being the man who was comfortable in his own skin again.

"True," Adam said, standing to head over to the dresser. He threw his jacket over the back of the chair before emptying his pockets. Keys, wallet, pipe and the recently refilled tin along with something wrapped in a tissue. He unwrapped it. It was the two hits of ecstasy that Doug had given him so he could have a really good time. Except he hadn't wanted to use it. Almost like he wanted to fail at pushing Kris from his mind. Shrugging he wrapped it back up, and along with his pipe and tin, shoved it under his clothes in the drawer. He looked into the mirror to find Kris watching him. Not ready to give up on the argument he was looking for with his roommate, Adam asked. "You ever smoke a bowl? Or is that against the Kris Allen morality code?"

"I'm not a saint," Kris said, meeting Adam's eyes. "Maybe you're judging yourself for whatever you did last night, but I'm not. So, why don't you quit trying to find a reason to be mad at me?"

Adam could see that Kris was sincere. Kris seemed to be unsinkable in the friendship department. No matter what Adam did, Kris didn't seem to be fazed by it. In most of his relationships, he usually found himself being the strong one, and taking care of his partner. It was nice to have someone around that not only leaned on him, but could also stand strong when he needed it. His heart ached that there couldn’t be more between them.

"Sorry," Adam mumbled, grabbing clean clothes. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Hey Adam," Kris said, stopping Adam in the doorway to the bathroom. "Since you're not hung over, do you want to get some lunch when you're done?"

He should say no. Make up an excuse why he couldn't. Lie. Anything to stay true to his decision to put himself first, but instead he said, "Yeah, sure."


~~~~~

With a mutual agreement, they decided to find a less crowded restaurant away from the Hollywood & Highland Center. They walked a few blocks before they came to a steakhouse on a side street. It was more intimate than the frenzied tourist spots near the hotel and apparently what they both wanted. The hostess escorted them to a booth with high wood sides that gave them privacy.

Kris settled into his side of the booth with the menu open in front of him. He pretended to look over the choices when the only thing on his mind was the man across from him. Somewhere last night, he'd given up fighting the feelings he had for Adam. Then this morning while staring down at a sleeping Adam he whispered that he had a crush on his roommate.

It wasn't much different then the crush he'd had on one of his teachers in high school. Or the one he had on a friend in college. Confused by his feelings for them, he went to a minister who he trusted to keep his secrets. One who relieved his worries by telling him that it was natural to be attracted to members of one's own sex. It was easily explainable. Kris had been attracted to these men because they had traits that Kris wanted in his own personality. The feelings were there so Kris would want to be around them, to learn from them and eventually when he had learned what he needed, the feelings would fade away.

His attraction to Adam wasn't any different. Kris had admitted from the beginning that he wanted to be more like Adam in a lot of ways. It was time to embrace his crush, learn what he needed to learn and then they could become easy friends. And since Adam didn't seem to be hung up on him anymore, Kris could relax and enjoy his crush. It was simple.

"Hey," Adam snapped his fingers in front of Kris's face. "You in there?"

Kris looked up to find their server standing by the table.

"Gosh, I'm sorry," Kris said, with a laugh. "Yeah, um, guess you don't have sweet tea, do you?"

"I’m sorry," the server said, smiling at him. "We don't, but we do have peach or raspberry tea."

"No thanks," Kris said, scrunching up his face. Neither sounded good to him. "Possibly plain old unsweet tea?"

"That I can do for you. Do you want me to bring you sugar for it?"

"Awesome," Kris said, giving a thumbs up.

"Be right back with your drinks," he smiled. "My name is David if you need anything."

The server was already gone from Kris's mind before he'd even left the table. Adam was leaning on the table, staring at him, with a grin on his face. It was intense, but it gave Kris butterflies as those eyes met his.

"Man, I thought I'd lost you there for a minute," Adam laughed. "Where were you?"

Kris shrugged, trying not to show how nervous Adam was making him. "Just thinking about stuff."

"Like?" Adam cocked his head with the silly eyebrow lift that made Kris smile. "Was it about Katy? Who is where by the way?" Adam laughed. "Damn, I'm sorry. I guess I should have asked about your wife earlier."

"One, no I wasn't thinking about Katy," Kris left it there as he raised two fingers. "And two, she's, along with my parents, is on her way back home. She's got some work stuff to deal with and she can't let go of her job yet."

"Man, she's going to be, seriously, making some carbon footprints traveling back and forth."

"Yeah," Kris said. "I don't think she's too excited about it, but there's not much else we can do."

"It's got to be hard for you to be away from her."

"It is," Kris said, not adding that with Katy in Arkansas, he could spend more time with Adam without anyone suspecting a thing. Friends hung out so there would be no need for explanations to anyone. Maybe he'd been able to admit his feelings to a sleeping Adam, but he wasn't ready to say it to a waking Adam. Especially when he seemed to be looking so intently into his soul. "But we're going to do what we have to until this is over."

David returned to the table. He placed their drinks in front of them and a caddy filled with sugar packets. "Will that be enough sugar?"

"Yeah, more than enough," Kris assured him.

"Good, I want to make sure you have everything you need," David said. "Do you know what you'd like to order?"

Kris glanced at the menu then up at Adam with a shrug. They hadn't really looked over the menu, but Adam glanced down then back up.

"I'll take an ahi tuna salad," Adam said. "And he'll have a burger." He raised a brow at Kris who nodded his approval. "I think that will be it. Thank you."

As soon as they were alone again, Kris grabbed some sugar packets and started adding them to his tea.

"Do you really need that much sugar?"

"Never been to the South, have you?" Kris asked. "If its not syrup, its not sweet tea."

"I'll remember that. Do you miss being home?"

"Well yeah," Kris said. "Home is home." He shrugged. "You'll have to come to Arkansas with me when this is over. I'll show you what real food is, like bbq, greens and sweet tea. We'll go fishing."

"You're joking, right? Me? Fishing?"

"Why not?" Kris laughed. "Okay, no I can't see you fishing, but I bet you'd love it out in the country. Man, it's so peaceful you can hear your own heartbeat. Sometimes I'll park in the middle of this big field and lay on the hood of the car, just staring up at the stars. Playing my guitar. It's just the best."

"I can see you doing that," Adam smiled. "See what I mean about being Mr. Cool?" He shook his head. "Me, I go out in the desert, take a trip and decide to try out for American Idol. It was crazy."

"I guess we're really different, but…," Kris couldn't finish it. He was afraid that Adam would laugh at him if he suggested they might be able to learn from the other. The first chance Adam had gotten, he'd returned to his world. It was a world that Kris couldn't see himself being a part of, even for Adam.

Adam covered Kris's hand with his own. "Maybe when this whole thing is over, I'll think about visiting Arkansas. I'm open to staring at the stars without the psychedelic influence."

"There's other ways of getting high without taking something," Kris said, rubbing his thumb along the back of Adam's hand. Then he held his free hand up. "And to answer your earlier question, yes, I've smoked pot and I've gotten drunk a few times, but it wasn't right for me. Not just because of God, but for me."

"I respect that," Adam said. "Me, I take it too far sometimes, but I like mellowing out with a little pot, partying with some drinks."

"And I can deal with that," Kris responded, but didn't continue because David was back with their food, along with a bottle of ketchup and mustard for him.

"Anything else I can get for you?" David asked.

Kris looked up to find David staring at him with a smile. "No, I think we're fine."

"I'll be back to check on you," David said before leaving.

Kris waited until David was gone before saying anything. "What was up with that creepy smile?"

"You haven't noticed?"

"Noticed what?"

"Oh my god, you haven't, have you?" Adam laughed. "Our server has been checking you out since we got here."

"You're joking, right?"

"No, I'm not," Adam was still laughing. "Didn't you find it odd that he kept asking you if you had everything you need? That's why I ordered for you…to give the guy a hard time."

"I had no clue," Kris stared at Adam and then at David who was a few tables down from them. "Are you sure?"

"Trust me, I’m sure."

"No way," Kris said, laughing. "I saw nothing like that." He snapped his fingers. "It looked more like he was glaring at me."

"I don't think you were picking up on the signs, if you think that."

"Nah, you're wrong," Kris said, picking up his burger. "He was glaring at me because I'm with the best looking guy in the place."

He bit into his burger, enjoying the shocked, yet happy expression on Adam's face. It was then, that he decided, it was going to be fun to let this crush play out.

to be continued…