I sit patiently, my legs crossed, and my foot shaking with anxiety. It has been twenty minutes. He should be here by now.

Knock Knock

I hear the door, and I jump up a bit too quickly. I brush off my jacket and leather pants, take a deep breath, and walk slowly to the door. I open the door to see him. He was smiling his cute smile, his face with the little bit of stubble I found so attractive. His eyes are sparkling, and staring at me intensely. I shook my head to bring myself back to reality.

"Hey Kris!" I say, a little too enthusiastically. "Please, come in!" I motion with my hands, and let him in. He starts to take off his shoes. "Oh, you don't have to do that." I put my hand on his shoulder. "It's all good." I smile at him.

"Okay, Adam. No problem." He smirked. "So, do you want to sit and talk? Or…"

I bite my lip.

"Um, sure. Cool." I lead him into my kitchen. I wish I paid more attention to the cleanliness of the kitchen instead of my appearance. Nonetheless, Kris did not notice and sat in a chair next to mine.

"It's really been a while," Kris said.

"Too long," I retort.

An awkward silence: You could hear a pin drop. I twiddle my thumbs nervously.

"So…how has everything been?" I could tell he was trying to create some small talk. The passion that I buried down that year on Idol was surfacing; with him so close I wasn't sure I could hold it back. It was bursting at the seams.

"Kris…" I put my hand on his knee. He tries to move his leg, but I could tell at my touch he melted a little.

"I want to feel your lips against mine." I had to bring the tiger out. I wanted Kris. I could not hold it in any longer than I have.

"Do you know how much self restraint I had on Idol? All of the hugs, the playful kisses on the cheek…were you just leading me on? Playing with my fantasy?" I glare into his eyes.

"Adam I…I don't know what to say," Kris stutters. I put my finger to his lips.

"You don't need to say a thing." Ever so gently, I delve onto his lips, the predator skimming the surface of mine. His eyes widen, but eventually he closes them. He starts to enjoy it. He pulls away from me for a second.

"Adam…This is all so new to me." He blushes. "Um…is this leading to anything?" I could see a playful glint in his eyes.

"Oh Kris...Rawr!" I exclaim, baring my teeth. "If you want to go through with it, we can. I love you. I can't let you go again." Before he could open his mouth again, I kiss him. I started to trace Kris' skin and features with my fingertips, like I have always wanted to.

Kris shivered at my touch. I took his hands and brought them to my heart. I could feel his pulse. It was starting to quicken with every breath.

I held him close, and started to kiss him gently from his cheeks to his neck. Kris bent his neck back in response to my hot lips, and I could tell he was beginning to sweat and tremble at my touch. My lips travel down his neck to his beautiful chest.

"Adam…" Kris gasps, "You have no idea..." gasp "How long I have dreamed of this…" He starts to take control, and moves his hands down my sides. I shiver with excitement. Kris moves his lips away and starts breathing his hot breath on my ear. I start to become even more excited. I take over, move to his right ear, and start to nibble and lick gently, whispering "Kris…you are so beautiful…"

Kris gasps. I smirk with delight. My tongue moves with skill around his earlobe, cradling it in my mouth.

"You're the beautiful one, Adam." Kris whispers to me, running a hand on the back of my neck so his fingers rest at the base of my dark hair. I crack a playful smile. I trembled at his touch. Kris bit his lip when I smiled. He looked like he was trying to hold back a compliment. He shook his head slightly. I take hold of his face with my hands, kissing him with more force this time, hoping I can intertwine our souls together with this embrace. Kris surprisingly starts to accept my kisses, and holds me tightly. He kisses me back fervently. I prayed this moment would never end.

The fire between us kept building. I laid Kris down on the carpet and kissed him further, rubbing his back slowly. Kris seems to love it. He presses himself against me, holding me and raking his fingers through my hair.

"Ah, that feels so good, Kris…oh so good…" I lick my lips. At that moment, Kris grabbed my hips and brought my body closer to his. Whatever space hadn't been taken up before now has been dissolved. Our bodies are moving in rhythm. I can feel Kris' heartbeat against mine.

"Adam…you are so…intoxicating…" Kris gasps. He squirms against me, stops, and brings his face to mine, looking me straight in the eyes. He whispered my name. I return the fiery glare. I saw Kris' adams apple move, swallowing nervously. I feel I finally have Kris in my grasp. My voodoo is working against his frail, but lovely body. I kiss his lips again, then his nose, then his eyes, and his forehead. On an impulse of sexual tension, I take hold of his shirt and rip it off with a gentle, but powerful force. Kris seemed taken aback by this, but as soon as his shirt was off, he reached and tore mine off, revealing my upper body.

"Gorgeous," Kris says, softly. "Adam, I've waited so long to see you like this," Kris whispered to me. He places his warm hands on my stomach and makes a trail to my chest.

"Ahhhh ahhhh 'Kris..Kris...'" I groan with pleasure..."I have never liked...uhhh...my body..." I say in between breaths.

"Oh, Adam," Kris bends down to his knees and says between kisses, "don't dislike," kiss "your body," kiss "I find it absolutely," Kris smirks, "delectable." I grab Kris' head.

"Adam!" Kris whispers sharply against my skin as he licks delicately, rubbing his palms against my sides as he trails his hot tongue across my chest. I close my eyes. I am in complete ecstasy...my body trembles from his tongue, which has so much skill...and I thought I was the one with a talented tongue.

"Adam…" Kris' whole body is flushed with need. He stands up, and whisper s with his lips ghosting over mine, "You're so gorgeous like this, Adam."

I take a breath, "You are too kind, baby..." I stand up, stumbling a little, and grab you again, tracing every inch of your body. "Kris..."

Kris looks up into my face, his fingers confidently tracing the line of my leather pants. "Mmm," Kris licks his lips and leans into me. However, I stop him. I paused for a second, and thought out loud.

"Is what we are doing right?"