True Beauty
God he looks beautiful
Kris Allen lay awake propped up onto his elbow, his eyes transfixed upon a mass on the bed across the room. Luckily the house mother had neglected turning off the pool lights tonight, which was rare, but it allowed a dim glow into the room for Kris to see the beautiful creature more clearly.
Adam Lambert lay close to perfectly still; the only movement was from his chest slowly rising as he breathed. He lay on his back, head tilted to the side facing Kris' side of the room, one of his arms folded behind his head. Kris couldn't tear his eyes away, he could see his eyes flickering behind his freckled eyelids.
He must be dreaming
Kris sighed very lightly, as to not wake Adam, even though he knew perfectly well how heavy of a sleeper he was. He secretly wondered what Adam was dreaming about, the competition? His obvious fame filled future? Drake?
The thought of Adam dreaming about his boyfriend made Kris clench his fist into the covers.
He deserves so much better, he deserves…well he just deserves someone better
Kris eyed his gorgeous face. Right before sleep Adam had removed all his makeup, the eyeliner, the mascara, all of it. His face was pure and clean.
Why does he wear all that makeup? Does he not think he is beautiful? He doesn't need all that, he is perfect just the way he is. I wish I could tell him how beautiful he really is.
Adam mumbled in his sleep, Kris snapped his head up, it sounded like he…it sounded like 'I love you'
Yup, he's dreaming about Drake, I knew it.
Kris exhaled and scooted back down into the covers, pulling the comforter around him up to his chin. His head lay on the pillow. He positioned himself so he could still look at Adam, the sight of him sleeping was so peaceful.
I wish I could hold him while he slept, just wrap my arm around him and feel his heart beat. There's nothing wrong with that is there?
Kris closed his eyes and imagined Adam was right there with him, he placed his hand upon his own chest and felt his own heart beating, wishing it were Adam's instead. He quickly fell into a deep sleep.
Across the room Adam was dreaming about holding a beautiful man, stroking his cheek with his finger, pecking his lips lovingly in sweet kisses.
In the morning Adam woke up first, he sat up on the side of his bed and look toward Kris' side of the room. He surveyed the gorgeous features resting against the pillow, his chest rising and falling in slow breaths. His heart tightened in love for his roommate and he let a slow tear roll down his cheek because he knew Kris would never be his.
God he looks beautiful