Title: Wishes
Author: whenbuffysmiles
Fandom: American Idol RPS
Pairing: Kris Allen / Adam Lambert
Rating: R
Beta: The wonderful joannacullen
Summary: WIP / AU – Near the end of his time on American Idol, Kris finds a magic lamp that's home to a very special genie named Adam. What will he wish for?
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Kris and Adam belong only to themselves.
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Link to Previous Chapters

Chapter 5

When Adam spotted a little girl standing alone on the sidewalk, a rush of excitement coursed through him. This was another chance for him to help someone. Hopefully, this time it would work unlike all the other attempts he'd made since leaving the diner.

The girl was holding a teddy bear tight in her arms as she looked around her with wide eyes. It appeared as if she was alone with no adult in sight. Adam smiled. Surely, there was a way he could help her he thought as he made his way over to her.

“Adam,” Kris said. His fingers brushed against Adam’s arm. “This might not be a good idea.”

Adam ignored him. The child was by herself. Of course, she needed help. He knelt in front of her. “Hi, I’m Adam. Are you lost?”

“No.”

“I can help you.” He flashed his friendliest smile. “Why don’t you come with me and we’ll find your mommy.”

The little girl stepped back. “Stranger, stranger,” she screamed.

Suddenly a woman came out of nowhere to thwack Adam on the back with a purse. “Get away from my daughter, pervert,” she yelled and then hit him again.

“Stop lady,” Adam protested. “I thought she was lost.” Backing away he said, “I was just trying to help.” He put his arm up to try to protect himself. “Stop hitting me.”

Kris tugged at his arm. “Let’s get out of here,” he said, holding onto Adam as he pulled and guided Adam away from the hysterical mother and child.

Everyone was staring at him. It was humiliating. Adam waved his hand to make the volatile scene around them disappear.

“You used magic?” Kris stopped.

Adam almost ran into him. When he saw the angry and disappointed expression on Kris’s face, he wanted to go hide in his lamp. He decided it might be safer in there. Nothing he’d done all day had gone right. Everyone he'd tried to help didn't want it, or had gotten angry with him. What was wrong with humans? Were they all suspicious of others trying to be nice to them? Why couldn’t they accept help? Now the one person who believed in him and wanted to help him was staring at him as if he was scum. That was it for him. He did want back in his lamp.

“It’s allowed to protect a genie from exposure,” Adam crossed his arms. “It’s not like we want me arrested or something.”

“You’re right.” Kris ran a hand through his hair.

“It’s not working, Kris. I’ve been trying all day. I can’t help anyone. All I’m doing is making people angry or afraid. Who would have thought that being a good person was so much work?”

“I never would have before this afternoon,” Kris said. “Maybe you’re trying too hard.”

Kris's disappointed expression was breaking Adam’s heart. As much as he wanted this for himself, he wanted it a hundred times more for Kris. He didn’t want to accept it but it was true and that scared Adam. Life was supposed to be about fun, and peace and love, not about trying to please someone else and trying to make them smile. Except since meeting Kris and every moment with Kris made Adam want to deny himself just to make sure this wonderful man never had another lonely second in his life. Adam had to do it. He just had to. They needed to figure out how to make him human so they could still be together.

Except with every second that passed, it was more evident that time was against them. Adam took Kris’s hand, and led him through the plaza. A row of movie posters detoured Adam. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to sit in a theater and enjoy a movie. When he was a boy, he and his friends would go to the movies on Saturday afternoons. He loved the Science Fiction movies, like The Thing and Invasion of the Body Snatchers while many of his friends liked the Westerns. He never would have admitted it to them, but he had thought the cowboys riding into the sunset were pretty cool.

“Do you want to go see a movie?” Kris asked with a smile, nudging his shoulder with his own. “I think we both deserve a break.”

“Really?”

For the first time all day, Adam felt happy. A movie was such a simple thing for most people, but for a genie who never had time that he could call his own, it was a special gift.

“Yeah,” Kris said. “Let’s go see what’s starting soon.”

Adam stared happily at the titles trying to decide which one he wanted to see. It probably would have been polite to ask Kris what he wanted to see, but Adam didn’t. He already knew it was a gift for him so Kris would see anything. Finally he decided on Wolverine. The costumes were cool and he liked that Wolverine took tragedy and made something out of it. Kris smiled when Adam told him his choice, so he knew Kris was okay with it.

After loading up on popcorn, candy and drinks, Adam took a couple of minutes to pick a spot in the theater. He had to be aligned right to fully enjoy the cinematic event. Kris was indulgent about the whole thing and was perfectly happy when Adam lifted the armrest between them so they could cuddle. If there was a boring part, maybe he could even get a few kisses from Kris, too.

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“There you are,” Danny said. “This mansion is so huge when you’re by yourself.”

“I’m sure it is,” Kris said, trying to be polite.

No matter how much he wanted to avoid Danny, he couldn't. Everyone was out of the competition except for the two of them. He was just thankful that Adam was there so he wasn’t completely alone with Danny. Even if there were guards around, they weren’t going to be any type of buffer between him and the major source of annoyance for him, which was known as Danny Gokey.

“Uh, we picked up pizza on the way home.” He put it down on the island in the kitchen. “Would you like some?” It took everything he had not to laugh at the expression on Adam’s face. Not much had really changed. Adam didn't want to share his food.

“That would be great,” Danny said. He grabbed some plates from the cabinet. “What did you, guys, do today?”

“We went to go see Wolverine,” Adam said, putting four slices of pizza on his plate while eyeing what Danny was taking. “It wasn’t the greatest, but that guy is so cool. I’d love to be able to have claws pop out like that.” He clenched his fists and boxed them in Danny’s face.

“Oh man, if I’d known you two were going to a movie, I’d probably have tagged along.”

“I’m sorry,” Kris said, getting up to get sodas from the refrigerator. “We should have asked. I’d say next time, but since this is the last week…,” he left it there, because honestly he probably never would have invited Danny to hang out with him, especially if Adam was there.

“Yeah, I can’t wait for all this to get started,” Danny said, reaching for another piece of pizza under Adam’s watchful eye. “I guess it's down to the best man or rather who America likes best. I still can’t believe that Allison isn’t here.” He shrugged. “I’m sorry. It’s not that I mean I don’t believe that you have enough fans, but…”

Kris had seen Adam wave his hand, but he had no clue what he was doing until Danny grabbed his throat while his mouth gaped open like a fish gasping for air. For a second, Kris wanted Danny to remain speechless, but he couldn’t let it happen. Adam wasn’t supposed to use his magic in such a selfish way. He kicked Adam who shot him a dirty look, but waggled his fingers in Danny’s direction.

“What happened?” Danny cleared his throat. “I lost my voice. What am I going to do if this happens again? I need to go call the doctor.” He ran out of the room.

As soon as he was gone, Kris broke out laughing. He couldn’t help it.

“I knew you’d like that,” Adam said, taking the untouched pizza on Danny’s plate. “The guy has more ego than he knows what to do with. I can't wait to see his face when you win American Idol. Maybe I should just use some really big magic and be on stage beside you. That would blow his little mind.”

“You can’t do that. Adam, you’ve got to stop breaking the rules.”

“But you want me to, don’t you?” Adam asked.

“It would be cool,” Kris said, with a smile. “Singing ‘We are the Champions’ sounds like so much more fun with you than with Danny.”

“Oh honey, everything is more fun with me.” Adam winked.

“You are right,” Kris said. “So, speaking of fun…what do you think of taking a bubble bath?”

“Together?” Adam practically squeaked.

“Oh yeah,” Kris grinned.

Half an hour later, Kris was up to his chin in frothy bubbles and between his ankles was Adam. The only difference between them was that Adam's knees peeked out from the bubbles. If Kris had the energy he would lean forward to lick them, but he didn't want to move. Candles flickering were the only light in the bathroom. He was in such a Zen state that he knew it was Adam influencing him.

"Man, the only thing we need is a full bowl," Adam sighed. "Make a wish, man."

"On drugs? I don't think so," Kris didn't even bother opening his eyes. "If you really want some one of the guards smokes. I could smell it the other night."

"Can't," Adam said wistfully. "It was just a memory. Drugs don't do shit to me anymore."

"You do have a crappy life, don't you?"

"You're just now figuring that out?" Adam laughed. "This is about as good as its gotten in forty years."

Kris laughed, too. "It's got to be bad if being in a bathtub with me is the best thing that's happened to you."

"Being anywhere with you is the best."

"Adam?" Kris batted away some bubbles so he could see Adam. "There's got to be good points about being a genie. Isn't there any wishes you've granted that made you feel good for doing it?"

"Trust me, most people who make wishes are either being greedy or not appreciating what they've got. They end up wishing away some of the best lives for something fantastical that isn't going to make them any happier."

"People like me?"

"Not you," Adam said. "You just made one of the worst mistakes, which is making a wish when you're emotional." He trailed his fingertips along Kris's leg. "It's best if you think through all the consequences before making a wish."

"Understood." Kris rubbed his toe along Adam's hip. "Can I wish you human?"

"No, baby," Adam said. "You wouldn't remember me."

"It would still set you free," Kris couldn’t believe he was considering willingly forgetting Adam, but if that was the only consequence?

"It would also put me in serious pain," Adam said, sitting up a little taller. He covered Kris's hand on the edge of the tub. "I would bear your heartache and mine, too. So, don't even consider it." He leaned his forehead against Kris’s and kissed him lightly.

Kris couldn't promise he wouldn't, but he nodded. There had to be a way around the rules. It was too bad there wasn't another genie he could ask about these things.

"Today was a disaster, wasn't it?" Adam leaned back in the tub. "What am I going to do? I'm trying, but I don't know if I can pull this off."

"Yes, you will," Kris said, with determination. "We'll figure it out. I'm not giving up." When Adam didn't answer him, he nudged him with his foot. "Tell me that you're not giving up either."

"I'm not. I won't."

"Okay," Kris said. "We'll just have to come up with a new plan of attack for tomorrow." He tried to think of something for Adam to try besides the blatant aggressive attacks that he'd done today. None of which worked and probably only made his case worse. "Tell me about some of these wishes that you've granted."

"What do you want to know?"

Despite Adam sounding bored, Kris forged ahead. "Okay, what wish made you sick for granting it?"

"Literally sick or are talking about not wanting to do it?"

"Not wanting to do it," Kris sat up so he could watch every nuance on Adam's face. Maybe if he could learn a little more about what made his genie tick, he could figure out something that would help Adam.

"There was this guy who had just swindled a bunch of people out of their life savings." Adam sat up so they were face to face. He entwined their fingers together. "He wished that he would never get caught. It was horrible to do it, because I knew those people would never get their money back. Some of them lost everything. The guy was just plain evil and he made my skin crawl. I was so glad when he made his wishes and I could get out of there. I hated it. It was the lowest I've ever felt, human or genie."

"I'm sorry," Kris said. "Okay, tell me about the best wish."

For a second, it seemed Adam was going to protest, but he didn't. "It was almost ten years ago. My lamp was in this hospital garden and this woman found it. She was crying so hard that I wanted to comfort her, but I couldn't." Adam slowly shook his head. "She'd just had a baby who was born premature. They didn't think her daughter would make it. She looked at me like I was the Messiah or something when I told her she could have three wishes. At first, I thought she was just going to make rapid fire wishes, but she took my hand, sat down with me and asked a thousand questions about consequences and if the intent of the wish mattered." Adam wiped at his eyes that were suspiciously wet. "Then she made her wishes. They were all for her daughter, Ruby Grace to be healthy, happy and to live a normal life."

"That's beautiful," Kris said, feeling a bit teary himself. "Ruby survived?"

"I granted the wishes so I guess she did. I don't have any control after the original wishes are granted."

"You never go back and check on the aftereffects?

"No," Adam tilted his head. "Why would I do that?"

"To see what happens to the people after you've left." Kris said. "Maybe it would help you in the future to help people with making their wishes."

"I'm not allowed to influence a person's wishes," Adam explained. "The only thing I can do is look for their true intent to curve the wish."

"I was going to ask you about that. What do you mean by intent?"

"If a person words a wish not quite right, a genie can see by their heart what they really wanted and can grant the wish from that and not by the literal words." Adam shrugged. "But it's up to the genie."

"Do you do that a lot?"

"Sometimes, it depends on the person. With Ruby's mom, I looked into her heart. It was so pure I knew there was nothing but love for her child influencing her wishes. So I granted the wishes based on that instead of the literal meaning of her words which wouldn't have necessarily given Ruby the best life."

"And what happened with the bad guy?"

"Oh him," Adam flashed a wicked grin. "He wanted the evidence against him to disappear completely but he didn't say it like that, so I did as he asked. I buried it. It's still out there even if it will probably never be found."

"Hmm," Kris said. Adam's words were swirling around in his mind. He knew they were important. Somehow. All he had to do was figure it out, before something else went wrong or he made wishes that he didn’t really mean. Before he lost Adam for good.

…to be continued

Personality Test

2009-10-14T21:49:33Z

INFJ - "Author". Strong drive and enjoyment to help others. Complex personality. 1.5% of total population.

Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)

Ficlet: Pleasant Valley Sundays

2009-10-10T23:45:38Z

Title: Pleasant Valley Sundays
Author: whenbuffysmiles with some great rewrites from joannacullen
Fandom: American Idol RPS
Pairing: Kris/Katy, Adam/Drake
Rating: PG (for language)
Beta: The wonderful joannacullen
Summary: Kris and Adam are trying to prove themselves to the people around them.
Author's Note: So due to influence from some wonderful people, I became a fan of the real life couple of Kris and Katy. And then Adam mentioned Kake and I became hooked on them, too. I've been waiting for something to come out of LA about them, but have yet to hear anything. To fill the very large void, I started writing about the friendship between the two couples. The first ficlet was The Good Life and this story continues in that verse. Yep, verse. I have about three more fics planned for them. I hope you like them.
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. They belong only to themselves.
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The Good Life archive

Pleasant Valley Sundays

What had made him think he had the mechanical prowess to put together a combination bar and liquor cabinet? It had to have been temporary insanity.

Kris pressed out the directions again, glanced over at the side piece, or rather the piece he thought was one of the sides, and then back at the directions. He rubbed the back of his neck. He wondered what had made him think putting furniture together would prove to Katy he was fully invested in making their new place a home.

“Would you hand me a Phillips screwdriver?” Kris asked Adam who had volunteered to help him. This was only logical because the only reason he and Katy had bought the cabinet was to keep the bar glasses Adam and Drake gave them as housewarming presents. Well that, and for the liquor Adam kept at their apartment.

A screwdriver appeared in his peripheral vision while the sound of ice clinking in a glass reached his ears. He glanced over at Adam who was swirling his vodka drink around in one of the crystal highball glass that would go in the new cabinet.

"What?" Adam asked.

Adam must have noticed his doubts about this project. “Have you ever done this?” Kris waved a hand over the pile of wood in front of him.

“No,” Adam said with a touch of moroseness. He sighed. “Kris…”

Kris sat back. “Are you okay? You’ve been kind of out of it today.”

Adam shrugged and pushed some hair out of his eye. “I can be honest with you, can’t I?”

“Are you breaking up with me?” Kris laughed, but Adam didn’t smile. Actually he looked away from Kris and toward the sound of Katy and Drake in the bedroom talking about paint and drapes or something else to do with decorating. Kris was willing to do this alone even if the thought panicked him. He wanted Adam there for moral support, but he wouldn’t make Adam stay. “If you don’t want to help me, it’s cool. You can go hang out with them.”

Kris wasn’t sure, but when Adam’s gaze swung back toward him, he could almost see the dampness of tears on Adam’s lashes. He was worried. Had something happened that he didn’t know about?

“I think I am breaking up with you,” Adam said, with a chuckle that didn't match the sadness etched on his face.

“Did I do something?” Even if it had started as a joke on his part, it didn’t take long for Kris to see there was a serious subtext to this conversation.

“No, Kris, you haven’t done anything.” Adam touched his shoulder. “It’s not you. It's me. I’m sorry. I really am, but…I just can’t do this.”

“You don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do,” Kris said. Los Angeles was only tolerable because Adam had been, even if not physically close, at least a phone call away. Kris was a small town guy, and even if he had traveled all over the world, it wasn’t the same as living in a big city. He couldn’t imagine not being able to rely on Adam to calm him when he got overwhelmed or to advise him with not only the show business stuff, but with small things like shortcuts to avoid the freeways that he despised. “It’s okay,” he finally replied in a small voice. “I really appreciate everything you’ve done, but if you don’t want to hang around me anymore, I understand.”

“It’s not that.” Adam scooted closer. “It’s just that…I’m not any…Look, I don’t like all this Pleasant Valley Sunday bullshit.” He took a deep breath. “I tried, really, but last weekend I practiced making hamburger patties before I came over so dinner would be perfect.”

Kris scoffed, but bit his lip to keep from offending Adam. He forced himself to wait patiently for Adam to finish.

“And manning the grill doesn’t even sound right for someone like me, much less taking the car for an oil change,” Adam shuddered. “I do it, but I get a fucking loaner car and leave it there. I don’t stand around the waiting room talking about NASCAR and tires with other guys. And this,” he waved a hand toward the barely begun cabinet, “It’s as boring as sitting backstage waiting for a performance to start.”

After months on tour together, Kris knew exactly how boring that was and he agreed completely.

“So, as much as you mean to me, Kris, I can’t be one of the other husbands who do this kind of crap. Drake and I don’t even have defined roles and I like…”

There was no way he could stop himself, Kris broke out in laughter. “Oh man, we’re a pair,” Kris sputtered. He clutched his sides as the look of astonishment on Adam’s face only made him laugh harder.

“Well, I am so happy that I am such a source of amusement for you,” Adam sniffed. He furrowed his brows. “Pair? What the hell are you talking about?”

“I hate this, too,” Kris said. He wiped the tears from his face, trying to catch his breath so he could continue. “I made a promise to myself at the end of the tour that when Katy and I moved here that I was going to be the best husband for her that I could be. We’re were barely married before I left and this is the first time that we’re living together as husband and wife, so I’ve been doing everything I thought I should be doing.” He stared in bewilderment at the screwdriver in his hand. “I love her so much, Adam. She’s everything to me and I want to make her happy and prove that I’m serious about being her husband, but I don’t know how to do this and I really don’t want to learn. NASCAR doesn’t interest me either, and about the grill, well admittedly I do kind of like that but--.”

“I guess we’ve both been trying to prove to people how much they mean to us.”

“Adam, you don’t have to be anything that you’re not,” Kris said, leaning over to hug his friend. "I like you for who you are. You should know that by now."

“Thank God,” Adam said, hugging him back. “I was so afraid you’d be mad at me. So, are we good?”

“Definitely,” Kris said, “And just for the record, I love you for doing that for me.”

They were grinning at each other. Kris was just relieved that it wasn't something worse, that Adam was still going to be there for him in other ways.

“Now, what do I do?” Kris picked up the directions. He had started this and he would find a way to finish it.

“Kris, it’s okay,” Katy said.

Kris looked over Adam’s shoulder to see his wife and Drake in the entrance to the living room.

“Katy, I’m sorry.”

The next thing Kris knew, Katy was in his lap, kissing his face. “Thank you for trying so hard. I love that you did. I really appreciate it.” She cupped his face. "But I've known you for years, babe. I know you better than anybody, and I was wondering why you were doing all this. I thought it was making you happy.”

“It’s not,” Kris shook his head, chuckling. “It’s really not.”

“All I need is for you to love me, Kristopher,” Katy said. “To be there for me and to be strong when I can’t be, okay?”

“That I can do,” Kris promised. He kissed her slowly and thoroughly, not caring if they had an audience. They’d seen worse from the two of them. “I love you, Katybug.”

“Okay, that was cute and all, but are all the touching scenes over with?” Drake asked, hunkering down next to Adam and draping an arm around Adam’s shoulder. "Much more and I might vomit," he added with a grin.

They all laughed, happy for a little levity to break the serious tension in the air.

“I hope so,” Adam said. “I’m drained and am desperately in need of another drink.”

“Yeah, except I still need to get this thing together,” Kris said, really wishing he’d paid the money to have someone else put it together.

“No, you don’t,” Drake said, grabbing the screwdriver from Kris's hand. “You two macho men go talk music or touring or fan girls or something. I’ll put it together.”

“Are you sure?” Kris asked, cheering up.

“Yeah, I’m sure," Drake assured him. "I don't just pick out drapes for a living, you know? I have put a few things together when the occasion called for it."

Kris scrambled up to stand beside Adam who was already on his feet. He held a hand out to Katy, but she shook her head.

“I’ll help Drake,” Katy said, with a smile. “I learned a lot while you were gone and I was at the apartment by myself.”

“Just go,” Drake said. “Y'all do your thing and we’ll do ours.” He motioned them away with his hands. “Katy, do you have a drill?”

“Sure do,” Katy said, reaching into the tool bag. “Right here.”

Kris shook his head, but his heart was falling a little more in love with his wife. He turned to follow Adam to the room that had been designated as his den.

“Aren’t we lucky?” Adam said, holding his hand up for a high five. “To have a pair like that in our lives.”

Kris hit Adam's hand, completing the gesture. “Yeah, man, we really are.”

…the end

Fic: Come Together

2009-10-10T03:43:59Z

Title: Come Together
Author: Mrs. Muir aka whenbuffysmiles
Fandom: American Idol RPS
Pairing: Kris Allen / Adam Lambert
Rating: NC-17
Beta: joannacullen
Summary: WIP - 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.
Warnings: Drug use

Previous Chapters

Chapter 27

They had to put on the show, but it didn’t mean that either of them had to like it. Katy smiled as if she was really glad to see him, and he hugged her like he meant it, because he did. Kris couldn’t or didn’t want to explain it, but when he saw Katy walking toward him, he felt lighter. Happier, and he couldn’t wait to hug her. He opened his arms when she got close and she walked into them like a million times before. Her scent was the same, the feel of her was the same, but his reaction to her was different.

This time his reaction wasn't physical, but spiritual. He realized more than anything that he wanted to be friends with her. He wanted to be able to sit down and tell her everything that was going on with him, to ask her advice about his insecurities with Adam, and this new life he was trying to live. She’d been there for so many important things in his life and a part of him felt empty without her beside him. He missed talking to her at night and hearing what she'd done during the day.

“Hi Katy,” he whispered, trying to hold back emotions that would only hurt her.

“Hey,” she said.

Kris stepped back. She looked up at him. There was something distant in her eyes, something he’d never seen before. He knows that he may lose her in the end. Once she could be free of him, she might walk away without looking back. For a second, he wondered if he’d made the right choice. Was losing Katy worth coming out? Kris glanced over at Adam who was talking to his friends. His heart jumped with joy. No, there weren't any regrets. As much as he loves Katy, he knows he’s made the right choice. Not for Adam, but for him. Now, that he had accepted his sexuality, he could never go back in denial.

“You doing okay?” Kris asked, dropping his hands to his sides despite the urge to keep touching her.

“Yeah.” Katy nodded. “I’m doing good."

"Hey Kris," Pauline said, one of Katy's friends said.

His parents had stayed home this week. It was hard not to see them, but Kris knew they were still trying to deal with the changes he'd made in all their lives. It seemed the consequences never stopped coming. He longed for the day when his relationship with Adam would be as commonplace as the daily newspaper.

"Hi," Kris said, grateful for the interruption because he had no clue what to say to Katy.

The next couple of minutes were spent in small talk with Katy's three friends who had joined her at the Top Downloads show. Kris didn't think they knew anything about what was going on because Katy stayed by his side. She never touched him, but she was there, doing a good job of acting the loving wife. Kris didn't think anyone would suspect the truth unless they knew them better.

"What time are the reservations?" Katy asked, interrupting a speech about newlyweds and being apart.

Kris tilted his head so he could look at someone's watch. "In an hour. We should probably get everyone rounded up to go."

"Probably a good idea," Katy said, sending him a silent message to get her out of there and away from the well-meaning advice that was useless to her.

Catching Adam's eye, Kris motioned him over. Following him were his friends that had used his tickets. It seemed both their parents had bowed out of being there. Kris didn't really blame them. They probably needed a vacation where no one uttered their son's names.

"Katy," Adam exclaimed, hugging her tight. "I've missed you."

"Missed you, too," Katy said, a bright smile lit up her face when she stepped back from Adam. "You were great tonight."

"Thanks."

Adam introduced his friends to Katy and her friends. Earlier they had decided the easiest way to deal with everything was for everyone to go to dinner together. Kris knew Katy wasn't comfortable in a small group with him. He rubbed the back of his neck, wishing he could just head back to the mansion and avoid this whole night.

"I guess we're going to have to take two cars," Adam said. "Lana drove so I guess I'll ride with her."

"Cool," Chase, one of Adam's friends said. His eyes weren’t the only thing glued to Adam. He was standing so close that if Adam moved, he would knock the guy over. When Adam did move, he had to put his hand on the guy’s back to keep them from tumbling to the ground. Chase cast adoring blue eyes upwards as he stayed in the circle of Adam's arm.

“All right,” Kris said, trying to avoid watching Adam touch someone else. “Let’s get a move on.”

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Adam was trying to burn holes in the back of Lana's head. When she had told him that she knew someone who would love to see Idol, he had no clue that she was setting him up with the human version of a yappy puppy that now sat beside him. Adam kept his hands in his lap so Chase wouldn't get any ideas. Sure, the guy was cute, and Lana was spot on about the body type, but she was definitely wrong on personality. Chase was way too hyper for Adam, and all his flirting was making Adam irritable. All he wanted was to be with Kris, who was the epitome of calm, the perfect compliment for Adam’s own frenzied personality. Later when he was alone with Kris, Adam knew they would laugh about this, but right now he was miserable.

As they made their way into the restaurant, Adam tried to get Kris’s attention, but he never managed to make eye contact. There were too many people between them and then the giant table for ten had them sitting several people away from each other. Katy was sitting beside Kris, and they were playing the blissfully happy couple. Adam reminded himself that one day he would be the one to have romantic dinners with Kris and be able to brag about their relationship. When Kris was reaching for another potato skin, Adam reached over to take one himself, but managed cover Kris's hand instead.

Kris let his hand linger a second longer than necessary while he flashed Adam a smile. It only convinced Adam that Kris was as miserable as he was at this charade of a dinner. Their life was only being really lived when they were in the bedroom they shared or on the stage.

“So, Adam,” Chase said, touching his arm with light fingertips. “Lana was telling me that you spent time in Europe on tour with Hair.”

“Yeah,” Adam said, trying to be polite. He broke contact with Kris to settle back and tell some anecdotes about those days. They were all stories that he had told Kris since the beginning of Idol. Chase's responses were too contrived compared to Kris's laughter or naïve confusion. Adam wondered if all the men he'd dated before were as inane as Chase or if he was just spoiled for his boy from Arkansas.

~~~~~

Kris rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to, Natalie, one of Katy’s friends. She was a nice woman that they had met though New Life networking so they would have contacts in Los Angeles. At the moment, Katy was telling her about their mission trip to South Africa. Kris smiled as she went over their time together in Cape Town.

It had been a good time. Times were so much simpler then. He wondered what he would have done if he'd been out at the time. Would he and Katy have stayed friends all this time? Or would he have lost her sooner? There was no way of knowing, but he figured God had a plan and in that plan, Katy would someday find a life that would make her happier than she ever would have been with Kris.

Knowing they wouldn't miss his input, Kris glanced over at Adam who was conversing with Chase. The blonde was flirting hardcore with Adam. He was flipping his hair, touching Adam every chance he had, and his voice carried an effeminate lilt that was starting to grate on his nerves. Yet, Kris realized that Adam was speaking in a slight lilt that it didn't always carry. If someone asked, he would admit he thought it was sexy…on Adam. As for Chase, Kris felt sorry for him. He knew who Adam was going home with and Kris couldn’t wait.

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Kris smiled in anticipation when Adam grabbed him around the waist, pulling him back until it felt like they were molded together. He could feel Adam's erection nestled against his back as unmistakably as Adam's mouth against his neck. They were barely through their bedroom door. Kris reached for the light switch but Adam grabbed his hand. Using Kris's hand, Adam stroked Kris's cock over his jeans, turning Kris on even more as they brought him to hardness together.

Adam walked them over to the bed, and turned Kris around to kiss him. The kiss wasn't tender. It was hungry, hot and possessive. Kris wrapped his arms around Adam, letting him lead their play. Standing on his tiptoes, he gave as good as he was given, pressing himself against Adam.

"You make me fucking hot, baby," Adam muttered huskily.

The next thing Kris knew, he was lying flat on his back on the bed. The darkness of the room heightened all of Kris's senses, making Adam's panting seem louder than ever before. The sound kept Kris on edge, unsure of what Adam was going to do next. Hands undoing his pants answered that question. He lifted his hips so Adam could pull them off his legs. His shoes got caught in the legs, and he laughed as he helped Adam get them untangled.

"I want you so bad, baby," Adam said, coming down on his knees on the bed.

He was fumbling with something. Kris knew it had to be the shaving kit and Adam was getting lube and a condom. It wasn’t that he didn't want Adam or even that he didn’t want to please him, he wanted both of these things, but never before had Adam been so demanding or quick. Kris knew from earlier conversations that Adam sometimes liked it hot, rough and without much foreplay.

Knowing this was the man he wanted to share a lifetime with, Kris told himself to just go with it. It shouldn't matter whether it was hard and fast sex or slow lovemaking. He'd been waiting all day for this moment, too. When he heard Adam undoing his own pants, Kris helped him to push them down over his hips. Together they prepared themselves, and then Kris pulled Adam down on top of him.

"I want you, too," Kris said, wrapping his legs across Adam's back. Never before had he thought that he would like to be submissive like this, but Adam made him desire things that were once foreign to him. His trust in Adam wasn't mistaken, as Adam took his time to enter him. Even if the foreplay was nonexistent, the act itself was slow. Adam held himself in check as he took Kris to places that were only for them.

"I've been thinking about doing this to you all night," Adam said. "You're so fucking beautiful that I'm afraid you'll disappear."

Kris didn't say anything. He wondered if Adam was thinking of Chase, but he dismissed that thought quickly. Chase may be beautiful, but the guy annoyed Adam, so, he wouldn't want to fuck the guy would he?

"Do I make you come undone?" Adam asked, stroking against a spot that took Kris's breath away. His head fell back as he dug his heels into Adam's back and his fingers into his shoulders. He shuddered as he started to lose himself for the first time in this sex. "Do I?"

"Yes, Adam, yes," Kris gasped.

"Baby," Adam thrust deep as he came. "God, I love fucking you."

Kris stroked the back of his neck to help him return to earth, but Adam had other ideas. He slid backwards until he was kneeling on the floor, pulling Kris along with him so that his legs dangled over Adam's shoulders. Before he could think or say anything, Adam had engulfed him with his mouth. There was no slowness to this either. Adam was sucking him hard, swallowing him down as Kris thrust into his mouth. He was lost in the hazy passion that Adam brought to him. It took only a minute to lose control and come deep in Adam's mouth, but as soon as he did, the cold air of the room made him shiver.

Adam was lying beside him on the bed. They were both still half dressed.

"Damn, that was good," Adam said. He laughed. "You up for a shower?"

"Yeah," Kris said.

For the first time in his life, he recognized the difference between fucking and lovemaking. This had unquestioningly been fucking. He'd enjoyed it, but it wasn't the same. As they finished undressing and got into the shower, Kris felt a little lonely. Then arms wrapped around him, pulling him close against Adam.

"You okay?" Adam asked, whispering against his shoulder. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Kris knew Adam's concern was genuine, and it almost made up for the tenderness their encounter had lacked.

"No," Kris shook his head.

"You sure?" Adam kissed his forehead. "I just needed you so bad. The whole time that piranha was making passes at me, the only thing I could think of was getting you naked."

Any worries Kris had melted away in light of Adam's confession. He decided not to say anything, because it was just his own insecurities. They had nothing to do with Adam.

"Let's hurry up and get into bed," Adam grabbed the body wash. "We can laugh about this miserable night."

"Sounds good to me," Kris said.

After they got out of the shower, Kris picked up their scattered clothes to put in the hamper. He stood by the dresser, emptying out their pockets when he found a folded napkin from the restaurant. Opening it, he found that Chase had given Adam his name and number. His first impulse was to wad it up and throw it away, but he didn't know why Adam had hung onto it. There might be a good reason, so Kris dropped it on the dresser with the other things from Adam's pockets. After throwing their dirty clothes into the closet, he headed to bed where Adam was waiting for him.

…to be continued

Ficlet: The Good Life

2009-10-06T00:42:06Z

Title: The Good Life
Author: whenbuffysmiles
Fandom: American Idol RPF
Pairing: Kris/Katy, Adam/Drake, Kradam friendship
Rating: PG-13 (language, sexual situations)
Beta: The wonderful joannacullen
Summary: Ficlet. Kris and Katy move into their new apartment with a little help from their friends.
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. They belong only to themselves.

The Good Life

The apartment was everything they'd wanted to find. Kris leaned against the kitchen counter watching his wife with loving amusement as she wandered through the rooms once again. The happiness on her face was enough to wash away some of the guilt he felt for making her leave Arkansas. Yes, they'd made the decision together and it was the best for the future they wanted, but he never forgot that once she'd said she wanted to raise their children in Arkansas.

"Oh Kris," Katy said. "I love this." She glanced back at him before returning to look at the view from their tiny dining room balcony. He knew she was looking down at the garden courtyard with the fountain and not out at the smog-covered city in the background. But that was Katy, always finding the good in everything around her. This was lucky for him because otherwise she never would have chosen him from all the other guys who might have given her more than he had.

He wished he had a camera to take a picture of her framed inside the French doors. The sun glinted off her golden hair, dazzling him with its brilliance. A sudden and intense need for this woman flashed through him and he glanced down at his watch. The movers wouldn't be here with their stuff for at least another hour. Not enough time to truly love her, but enough to take an edge off his ever-burning hunger.

"Katy," he said to get her attention.

Her eyes opened wide when she looked back at him. Yep, she knew what he had in mind as he walked toward her across the shiny wood floors. Katy stepped inside, closing the doors behind her, and then held her hand out to him. It was all the answer he needed to his silent request. She wanted him, too. He took her hand in his, leading her down the hall, through the arched doorways to their bedroom. No furniture yet, but the blankets and comforter they'd bought yesterday were there. It would be enough and he would cushion her from the hard floor.

"Do we have time?" Katy whispered as if someone would hear them.

"Yeah," Kris said, grabbing blankets and throwing them on the floor haphazardly. He didn't care what the pallet looked like; he just wanted to touch her as soon as possible. Katy was kicking off her shoes even as she grabbed the pillows.

Laughing, they fell to their knees, reaching for the other. Both of them were anxious to christen their new home with their love. The first kiss exploded with their excitement over the life they were building together. Katy's hands were under his shirt, kneading the small of his back as he cupped her bottom, pulling her tight against his burgeoning cock. They were going to have plenty of time. They were already half-way there. Kris wrapped his arm around her waist to hold her steady as he lay back on their makeshift bed. She held onto his shoulders as she nipped along his neck.

"Hurry," he urged, reaching for the button on her shorts. "I need you now."

She pushed his shirt over his chest, kissing his stomach as her hands undid the button of his jeans.

Then a sound made them both freeze. There were footsteps coming from the living room. Heavy footsteps of more than one man. Katy stared down into his eyes as he tried to assess the danger. He sat up, pushing her behind him just as a shadow came down the hallway.

"Oh God," Drake shouted, covering his eyes with his hand. "I've been blinded. Breeder sex!"

"What?" Adam asked, stopping behind Drake to stare into the bedroom. He laughed. "Shit man, sorry." He pushed Drake out of the way and pointed him down the hallway. "Uh, we'll leave." Adam was still chuckling as he turned away. "We'll leave the lunch we brought in the kitchen.

"Crap," Kris said. "I forgot we invited them to help us unpack."

The sound of Katy giggling was muffled against his back. "Go get them," she said. "We'll have plenty of time...later." She pushed on his back.

"I love you," Kris mouthed as he back out of the room. He fastened his jeans and pulled his t-shirt down. "Adam, Drake," he called. "Stay."

Halfway through the living room door was the other couple, ready to leave. They were both grinning, but so was Kris by then. It was a moment that would probably be joked about and retold a thousand times over the years, and as embarrassing as it was, Kris didn't care. They were all friends and things happened. He shrugged as Adam closed the front door and came back inside with Drake. They were all smiling a little uncomfortably, replaying the moment in their minds, but it was all good.

"Want a beer?" Kris asked, as they headed into the kitchen. Reaching into the fridge, he pulled out a six-pack.

"Yeah," Drake jumped up to sit on the counter.

"Cool," Adam said.

"What's for lunch?" Katy asked, as she joined them. Her cheeks were pink, but otherwise there was no sign she'd been caught having sex with her husband. She peeked in the paper bag. "All right. Chinese!"

"There's a great place around the corner," Drake said, opening his beer.

Kris leaned against the counter again, wondering how he got so lucky. He watched as Katy and Drake unpacked their lunch, chatting in animated tones about the neighborhood.

Adam nudged Kris with his shoulder. He held out his beer in a toast position. "To the good life, buddy, to the good life."

"And to good friends," Kris added, clinking his bottle against Adam's, but Adam's attention was caught by something Drake said.

"Hey, the beef and broccoli is mine," Adam said, reaching over Drake's shoulder to grab the box out of his hand.

Kris glanced upward. "Thank you," he said. Life was better than he ever thought it could be, and with happy expectation, he went to join the fray that was happening in his kitchen.

…the end

Wishes

2009-10-04T16:55:45Z

Title: Wishes
Author: whenbuffysmiles
Fandom: American Idol RPS
Pairing: Kris Allen / Adam Lambert
Rating: R
Beta: The wonderful joannacullen
Summary: WIP / AU – Near the end of his time on American Idol, Kris finds a magic lamp that's home to a very special genie named Adam. What will he wish for?
Disclaimer: This didn't happen. Kris and Adam belong only to themselves.
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Wishes Previous Chapters

Chapter 4

Someone was pushing at Kris’s shoulder. He rolled trying to get away so he could continue to sleep, but the prodding didn’t stop. Opening his eyes, all Kris could see was Adam’s face that was right above his. All the impatience in those blue eyes was boring down into his with surprising intensity. He wondered if any part of Adam was ever tranquil because he hadn't seen any evidence of it yet.

“What are you doing?” Kris asked.

“You said we could go out this morning,” Adam said, placing his hand on Kris's stomach. “It’s Saturday,” he added as if Kris didn't know this already from the fifty reminders he'd gotten from Adam the night before.

Kris looked at the clock by the bed. He blinked to see if he was reading it right. “It’s 6:45 on Saturday morning,” Kris groaned. “Nothing is open and it’s the only day that I can sleep late. Go do something and leave me alone for a little while longer.”

"Kris..."

"Adam, come on, stop," Kris whined, burying his head under his pillow. He held it with both hands as Adam tugged on it, but he gave up when Kris refused to yield.

Then there was the rustling of sheets as Adam moved away. Knowing he hadn't given up, Kris peeked out so he wouldn't be surprised at the next attack, but Adam was lying on his back staring at the ceiling. His fingers were beating out his impatience on his stomach. Feeling bad about being putting him off, Kris reached over to cover Adam's hands with his own.

"Come here," Kris said, tugging gently. Adam scooted over so he was lying close to Kris, their faces only inches apart. "I promised and I'm keeping that promise." He kissed Adam tenderly. "Can I get about another hour of sleep? Then I’m all yours for the day. We'll work on getting you human and whatever else you want to do."

"Okay," Adam grinned. The relief on his face plainly showed that he thought Kris had been lying to him and wasn't really going to help him become human.

It made Kris sad that Adam was so miserable. How horrible to know such vivid freedom as Adam had known and now to have his existence be solely at the whim of others who controlled him. Adam was a dreamer. He needed to be free to be fully alive and Kris couldn't understand how Adam had endured being cut off from everything and everyone that he loved. It had to have taken a lot of determination for him to survive. He cuddled close to Adam hoping that his touch would reassure Adam that he really cared about what happened to him. He closed his eyes for another hour of blissful sleep.

When he woke up, Kris found he was half lying on Adam who was holding Kris tightly in his arms. When he lifted his head, he saw that Adam was awake and staring off into the distance.

“Hey, what time is it?” Kris asked.

“Almost nine.” Adam let his fingers drift down Kris’s arm and then back up it again. “You look so cute when you're sleeping that I couldn’t wake you.”

“Thank you.” Kris gave Adam a quick kiss. “Let me go shower and we’ll be on our way.”

An hour later they were sitting in a small diner on a side street in downtown Los Angeles. Adam was pouring syrup on his pancakes while Kris took a pen and pad of paper out of his messenger bag. He placed them on the table next to his own breakfast. He took a quick bite and as he added salt to his hash browns, he asked, “Okay, try to remember what your father said to you that day?”

“Do I have to?” Adam cut into his eggs benedict, taking a big bite. He was staring at his plate, making designs in his hollandaise sauce with his fork.

“Yes, if you ever want to be human again.” Kris touched his hand to get him to look up at him. “I know its hard, but we need to go over this. After this, we never have to talk about that day again. Okay?”

Adam nodded. “Let me remember." He put his fork down so he could count off on his fingers all the faults his father had found with him. "There was irresponsible, selfish, disappointing, ungrateful, dirty, childish…”

“Whoa,” Kris said, scribbling madly. He stopped to look in amazement at Adam. “Did he really call you all that?”

“He was on roll,” Adam shrugged.

“I think he was just angry with you and didn’t mean all of it.”

“If he wasn't serious about it, then he wouldn’t have done this to me.” Adam said. "I was never the son he wanted. I couldn't be, but I never thought it would end like this."

Kris couldn't say anything to refute that statement. Trying to bring a smile to Adam's beautiful face, he picked up his fork, stabbed a huge bite of pancakes and held it up in front of Adam's mouth.

“Don’t let food go to waste,” Kris said, waving the fork under Adam’s nose. “You know you want it…hot buttery, covered in syrup, yummy pancakes.”

Adam grabbed the fork. “I’m not two.” Still holding Kris’s hand, he took the bite that Kris held for him. After he swallowed, he said, “Thank you though. I appreciate everything you’re trying to do for me.”

“I think you’re worth it.”

Adam smiled, and grabbed his fork back to continue eating. “So, now that you know what I am, how do we go about changing me?”

“Well, I think we can cross off dirty,” Kris said, smiling. “Because you’re clean and you did ask to take a bubble bath, so I take it that you’re not normally dirty.”

“Agreed, next?”

“Hmm, let's start with irresponsible. Do you have a list of duties that you’re supposed to do under the genie rules?”

“Uh yeah,” Adam said. “But I’m not so sure if I follow them like I’m supposed to.”

“Well as of today, you do.” Kris said. When Adam looked guilty, Kris felt his stomach drop. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“It's hard,” Adam said, smiling. But it wasn’t an easy smile. It only reinforced the feeling that Adam was hiding something. Giving up for the moment, Kris dug into his cheesy omelet. After a while, Adam said, “They’re so strict and I've always been a rebel.”

“If you can do it to prove you’re responsible then wouldn’t it be worth the extra effort to be human?”

“Shit yes,” Adam nodded. “Okay, I will try to remember and follow the rules." He crossed his fingers under the table. "Anything else?”

“What about selfish? Not trying to be a bitch, but we both know that you are selfish. You’re always conniving to get what you want and you don’t like to share.”

“I share,” Adam declared. “When I was in San Francisco, I shared all the time. If I had drugs, I shared. I definitely shared my body and if there was food, well okay, I’m not good at sharing food, but its food.”

Kris laughed. “Yeah, you do have a problem with that.” He reached over with his fork and speared some eggs benedict. Adam grimaced, but he didn’t say anything or even try to smack Kris’s hand. Adam was showing progress already. “Oh, there is also being ungrateful, but you’ve acted grateful to me for helping you and for me taking you out.”

“Not so much after you stole some of my breakfast.”

“Geez, I’ll order you another plate then.”

“No, I think I’m full, but I’m grateful that you offered. See, I can be grateful.”

Kris rolled his eyes. “I’ll cross that one off the list right away.”

“No, need to be sarcastic about it,” Adam said. "I'm trying. Honestly Kris, thank you for helping me. I really do appreciate it and I want to be human again. So, I’m open. Tell me what I’m doing wrong and I’ll try to fix it.”

“When we leave here, we’re going to spend the day working on these things. You’re going to look for ways to help people and to give more. Okay?”

Adam nodded, but something told Kris that it wasn't going to be that easy.

~~~~~

The L.A. sun felt warm on his face. He was really enjoying this day, tucking every minute of the normalcy away for a day when he was stuck in his lamp again. He loved Kris for trying to help him, but he didn't think it would work, not for him, not after all these years of learning to play the game to survive. There was no way he could go back to being that innocent hippie who thought the world could be changed just because he believed it could.

"You know you're breaking a rule," a soft feminine voice said behind him.

Despite the fact that the honeyed tones of the Southern accent could make anyone feel like they were on a sugar high, Adam cringed. He turned slowly to face his supervisor genie, a beautiful petite blonde with hazel eyes. She was a true southern belle who was turned in the early part of the Civil War by a Rebel whose wish was for her to be able to take care of herself. The protection only separated them for eternity and she never showed one drop of remorse for the boy who'd loved her.

"If it’s the one I’m thinking of, it's not technically a rule," Adam said, trying to wear a charming smile despite the fact he was ready to run on the inside. Every time Katy showed which, thankfully, wasn't often, Adam wanted to leave the vicinity as soon as possible. "It's only a strong advisement against getting personally involved with your Master."

"What about hurting him? That's not very giving of you," Katy reprimanded. "He's already caring too much about you."

"I know," Adam said, wistfully. "I just want so much for…"

"For him to be right?"

"Yeah, and my father did say until I learned my lesson. So maybe it will work," Adam shrugged.

Katy sighed as if he was a child. "Going through the motions isn't actually learning your lesson. So, unless you're really changing, all the good deeds in the world won't change you back into a human." She cupped his cheek. "Adam, why can't you just enjoy what you've got? You play your cards right and you'll get to be a supervisor, too and then you have all the freedom you want. It's glorious."

"It took you over a century to reach that status. That's too long." Adam looked through the diner window at Kris who was paying for their meal. It was crazy how much this human meant to him already. He'd never met anyone like Kris, before or after his genie transformation. There was no one else in existence like Kris and he wanted as much time with him as he could. Eternity was going to be lonely without laughing chocolate brown eyes staring into his, or lips like an angel kissing him, or most importantly someone who believed he was worth the trouble of helping. "I want it all now."

"That's your problem," Katy said, gently. "You're impatient, but maybe this time it really is a good thing."

Adam turned back to Katy. The Council was ready to bust him. He could read it on her face. "What are they doing to me now?"

"Not to you, Adam. It's for the best."

"What is it?" He ground out through clenched teeth.

"You have a week to finish this mission," Katy said, taking a step back as if she was afraid of him. This was a stupid thought because her magic trumped his a million times over. "From the time you met him. On Thursday if you haven't changed back, you have to convince him to use his last two wishes."

"Damn it," Adam flung his arms wide. "How dare they fucking come down with a judgment like that? Why don't they mind their own damn business?"

"They wanted it to end tonight," Katy said, shoving her perfect nose into the air. "I bought you the week. Use it wisely."

"Gee, thanks," Adam said, trying to be as snotty as she was being. "I'm so grateful."

Katy shook her head. "I can change my mind."

"Sorry," Adam said, hurriedly. He wanted all the time he could get with Kris. "Okay, I'll do it." He shook his head. "It's best for Kris anyway. He doesn't need this hassle." The pain that was ripping at his heart was as real as the day his father turned him into an eternal subservient being.

"Don't forget the big one," Katy said, taking his hand. "If he wishes you human…"

"Then he doesn't remember me," Adam finished. "And I feel the heartbreak twofold."

It was a bitch of a rule, but Adam understood the reasoning behind it. It kept genies from playing on their Master's emotions to have them make a wish for their genie to become human. The punishment was that they would feel the pain of a broken heart twice as much and their Masters would be free of the memory of the devious genie. However, it also kept any of them from taking the chance of actually falling in love with their Masters, because it kept them from ever being together.

"Bye Adam," Katy said, and then added over her shoulder as she walked away, "Good luck and I really mean that."

Adam knew it was going to take a lot more than luck, but as he watched Kris walk to him, he knew he was ready to try anything to keep a smile on those lips that were driving him absolutely crazy from the waist up. He slipped his hand in Kris's and set out to become a new genie.

…to be continued