The idols were usually able to take it easy on the weekend, but not this week. The finale was in three days, and Adam and Kris were on the go constantly. Kris didn't care much about the finale anymore; he would have much preferred to just spend the day in Adam's bed. The last few days, no, the last few months had been exhausting, and it was really catching up with him. Adam was excited about the finale, though, and his energy made the planning a lot more fun.

They spent most of the morning rehearsing, sometimes together, always exchanging glances every chance they could. It was so much fun, and Kris couldn't keep the smile off his face. Everything was the complete opposite that it had been yesterday. Kris' only problem was that he kept having to fight impulses to touch Adam more than necessary, more than a "good friend" would. It really sucked that they had to be so secretive, but Kris was much too happy about last night to even care at the moment.

The other 11 contestants that made up the top 13 were around, practicing all the group songs while Kris and Adam practiced their three songs for Tuesday's show. It was crazy how much the two of them had to do this week—sing three songs for Tuesday, while learning all of the other performances for Wednesday. Kris wanted to get his songs, "Ain't No Sunshine," "What's Going On," and "No Boundaries," all set before he focused too much on the overwhelming amount of stuff he needed to learn by Wednesday. There were going to be so many huge stars for the big finale—Cyndi Lauper, Queen Latifa, Steve Martin, Santana, Jason Mraz, Fergie… Kris couldn't even think of them all off the top of his head—and a lot of the contestants were singing duets with some of them.

Kris would be singing "Kiss A Girl" with Keith Urban, which was sort of amusing, but he was really looking forward to it nonetheless. And Adam would be singing with Kiss, which Kris still found unbelievable. Adam, of course, was most excited about finally being able to wear his platform boots on the Idol stage.

"Aren't Kris and I going to sing something together?" Adam asked a producer around lunchtime.

"Well," the producer started, looking tired, "We're waiting to hear back from Brian May to see if you two can sing 'We Are the Champions' with Queen."

Adam made a dry, choking noise, his bright eyes popping out of his head. "Queen?!"

"Awesome!" Kris yelled, happy for an excuse to throw his arm around Adam's body. He affectionately squeezed himself against Adam, and they held each other tight, swaying.

"It's not for certain, but it's looking good," the producer added. Adam was bouncing on his heels, creating friction between them. Kris made himself pull away.

"So, Queen," he said coolly, when the producer had walked off.

"I am… way too happy for words." Adam's smile was infectious.

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The day wasn't moving fast enough. Kris remembered back when he'd just made the top 13, and the thing he most looked forward to during the day was eating dinner. Now he couldn't care less about food, or anything else really. He only looked forward to getting back to the mansion and spending more time with Adam, alone. Being around him all day and only being able to look was becoming increasingly unbearable.

Adam giving him those looks wasn't helping either. The eye contact. Kris' heart ran wild when he looked into Adam's eyes. He spent a good portion of the day thinking about what they could be doing if they weren't obligated to rehearse.

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5 o'clock and, God dammit, Kris could swear Adam was doing it on purpose. Little touches. Every time Adam was near him, his fingers would lightly stroke his arm, or he would pat his shoulder, and it was always just enough to make Kris' skin tingle and drive him insane. At least Kris wasn't the only one; he could see that Adam looked a little tense, too.

"This is torture," he whispered to Adam when they were standing in the hallway, a good distance away from everyone else.

"I know," Adam said calmly, smirking a little.

Kris leaned over to him, and his lips brushed against Adam's ear. "Can't wait to get back," he said in a harsh whisper. Adam stiffened and bit the corner of his lower lip.

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It was finally 7:30, and Kris was waiting for Adam in the van. He wished they could ride in a limo instead, even though it was a short trip back to the mansion, and it was only the two of them. The van was so—not private. The driver was nice, but he wouldn't stop talking—asking about how Kris' day went, how prepared he is so far, just everything Kris really didn't feel like discussing anymore. He just wanted Adam to hurry up so they could get back to the mansion and have the whole night for themselves.

When Adam finally came jogging out of the building, he was holding his cell phone up to his ear. Kris threw him a huge, enthusiastic smile, but Adam didn't seem to notice. He climbed into the van, still talking on the phone.

"I'm busy, you know I'm busy. What am I supposed to—" Adam argued in a low voice. "Drake, I'm sorry. The finale is coming up. I don't have free time." Kris' mood dropped at the sound of Drake's name. The driver cleared his throat, starting up the van.

"Another week, and I can probably do something. How's that sound? Ok, I'll—hey, I'll talk to you later," Adam said, talking quickly. "Bye." He flipped his phone closed and ran his hand through his hair, sighing. Kris wished he knew the other half of the conversation.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice close to monotone.

"He wants time with me but I don't have it," Adam said simply.

"You're gonna go out with him next week," Kris stated plainly, frowning.

"Yeah, maybe," Adam said, his voice a little dull. "It's not like I can just ignore him, Kris."

"You don't have to ignore him, just tell him—" Kris cut himself off as he caught the driver watching them in the rearview mirror. He leaned back into his seat and gave Adam an upset look.

They waited until they were back in the mansion to start talking again. Adam closed the door behind him, and Kris was looking up at him when he turned back around.

"Why don't you just tell him the truth?" Kris asked. "I thought you hated lying to people."

Adam looked upset. "I do. But I can't tell him. We can't tell anyone about this."

"You think Drake would tell someone?" Kris asked.

Adam shrugged, shaking his head. "I don't know, probably not. But I can't risk it. If this gets out, we'll both be done for." He looked down at Kris and asked, "Do you think you can keep quiet about it, too? I mean, we sort of have to."

Kris nodded; he'd thought about it a lot before, he knew it would all have to be a big secret. Just between them. It would be difficult, but it also made it more personal and more intense.

Kris wrapped his arms around Adam, pulling him close. "Don't go out with Drake," he said calmly.

Adam sighed. "If I break up with him now, I'm sure he'll know." His hands were on Kris' shoulders, squeezing, and Kris asked him, "How can he know?"

"I used to talk about you… a lot. It was a joke between us. I would tell him about how cute I thought you were, and all the flirting we did together. I stopped telling him about it when it went farther than flirting… so he's been asking about it. I just laugh it off and tell him nothing's going on. What am I supposed to say?"

"Shit," Kris said, thinking.

"I can't just break up with him. He knows me really well. He'll know there's definitely something happening."

Kris ducked his head into Adam's chest. "I see what you mean. Damn, you man-whore," he said, adding a laugh to lighten things up.

Adam laughed, too, and started walking down the hall, pulling Kris along with him. "I can't help it if all the boys want me," he teased.

"Don't forget all the girls," Kris said, laughing louder. Adam smiled and laced their fingers together, and Kris squeezed his hand against Adam's affectionately.

"We're finally back," Kris sighed, still with a small smile on his face.

"Finally," Adam agreed, walking even faster. "Today took way too long. How am I supposed to focus all day knowing we're gonna have the house all to ourselves again tonight?"

Kris grinned, happy that Adam had been as excited as he was. They hurried back to Adam's room, their room, and Kris' hands were sliding under Adam's shirt as soon as they walked through the door.

"Want you so bad," he mumbled as they both stumbled over to the bed. Adam giggled and leaned down to kiss him lightly. Kris pulled Adam onto him, and softly gasped at the feeling of their bodies pressed together. He'd wanted this all day, and now he could finally have it. Kris let out a blissful moan when Adam moved against him, his mouth trailing over the skin on Kris' neck. Kris could feel the smile on his lips.

He pulled at Adam's jacket, managing to slide it off his shoulders. Adam took it off himself quickly, tossing it aside before pulling his shirt over his head, too. Kris stared up at him, watching, and it surprised him how much just the sight of Adam's freckled skin turned him on.

"Sexy," he murmured as Adam leaned back down over him. Adam laughed and hummed something that sounded like, "Yeah, sure," his hands already snapping open the buttons of Kris' plaid shirt. The air felt cold against Kris' chest as his shirt was pulled open, but then Adam's warm hands were on him again.

"Not like you," Adam whispered, his fingers tracing over defined muscles. The compliment flattered Kris, probably more than it should have, and he felt the need to return the favor.

"You're—" was all Kris could manage before Adam's tongue was in his mouth, silencing him. Adam was unbuckling his belt and he was dizzy with excitement. He wasn't sure he'd ever wanted Adam to touch him as badly as he did now. He was sweating already, so he slipped his arms out of his shirt, before leaning back onto his elbows.

"Yeah," he breathed as Adam's hand slid into his pants, much too slowly. He moved his hips to rub his cock against Adam's hand eagerly, and shuddered with pleasure when Adam's fingers finally curled around him. Adam stroked him slowly, pinning Kris down and digging his teeth into his neck, while Kris moved helplessly under him.

Then Adam's mouth left, and Kris opened his eyes to see him kneeling onto the floor. He was tugging at Kris' pants, trying to get them down further, so Kris pulled them down himself and quickly slid his legs out of them. As soon as he sat back down on the bed, Adam was holding his cock and bowing his head to run his tongue over it.

Kris took in a hiss of air as his head fell backwards, his eyes wide but looking at nothing. Adam quickly sucked Kris' cock into his mouth and pressed his tongue against the shaft, and the needy sound that slipped from Kris' throat was a little embarrassing. Adam moved expertly, wrapping his hand around the base and sucking, licking, moving fast. He twisted his lips around, moved his hand up and down, and the feeling was too much to handle. Kris couldn't even warn Adam when he was about to come, he just made a strangled sound and jerked his hips forward. Adam drank it all, licking his cock over a few times to get every drop, and Kris fell back against the bed completely, just breathing.

Adam crawled back up onto him and kissed his cheek. "You taste great, baby," he said huskily. Kris groaned in response, and Adam chuckled lightly. Kris pulled his face down and kissed him, slow and wet. Everything felt perfect. He moved his hands down Adam's smooth back, and slid his fingers under his tight black pants.

"Take these off," he said, smiling under Adam's mouth. Adam smirked, standing up slowly, and swayed his hips playfully as he pulled his pants off. Kris felt blessed, just being able to watch.

"Now what?" Adam asked, still smiling, as he leaned back over Kris' face, brushing their lips together gently. Kris gasped when he felt the hardness of Adam's cock rubbing against his ass. His heart rate picked up, and his mouth was getting really, really dry.

"What?" Adam sounded concerned. He'd probably seen the nervousness in Kris' expression.

"Do you… want to?" Kris asked tentatively. Adam flashed a huge, reassuring grin before leaning his head down.

"I don't want to do anything that you don't want to do," he whispered before kissing Kris deeply. Feeling a little relieved, Kris kissed back. He wasn't sure. Did he want to?

A quiet buzz suddenly broke the silence, and Kris' eyes snapped open in a surprise. His cell phone was ringing. Adam slid off of him and Kris got up to find his jeans on the floor. Slipping the phone out of the pocket, he looked at the caller I.D.

"It's Katy," he said, turning to glance at Adam. Should he answer it? How was he supposed to talk to his wife when he was with Adam, naked? Adam looked calm, but Kris was panicking. "What should I do?" he asked, his eyes wide.

"You can answer it," Adam said, sitting up on the bed.

"I'm naked," Kris argued, looking down at himself, then back over at Adam. The phone buzzed for the fifth time. Adam shrugged, and Kris let out a heavy breath before opening his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, baby," Katy greeted.

"Hi, Katy," he said, glancing at Adam again. He took a few steps and sat down on the bed. "What's up?"

"Well, you haven't called me in days," she said. She didn't sound upset, just curious.

"Oh, I'm sorry. It's been so busy around here. You know…" he said, keeping his voice even. It was crazy that he was so uncomfortable talking to his own wife on the phone.

"Is everything okay?" She asked, sounding concerned. Kris' heart pounded.

"Yeah," he answered, trying hard to sound normal. "Everything's going okay. Why?"

"You sound different," she answered with a laugh.

"Oh," he said, relieved. "Sorry." He glanced at Adam again nervously, and Adam's warm hand was on his. He exhaled. "Yeah, I'm just a little stressed. There's a lot to do."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I wish I could help you."

"Yeah," he said, not knowing what else to say. "So what's going on with you?"

"Nothing really," she answered, bored. "I can't wait for you to get off that dumb show. Just another few days and we can finally see each other."

"Yeah, it's almost over," he said. He felt guilty for wishing the show would never end, only so he could stay with Adam, in this mansion forever.

"You gonna miss it there?" she asked.

"Yeah, I've really gotten used to it here. It'll be weird to go back to normal, you know?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean."

Kris sat, thinking. Being on American Idol had changed his life, it had changed him. Adam had been there with him, through the whole thing. They had experienced it together. Adam knew him, probably better than his wife did now. Funny how months on this show had changed nearly everything about his life and about him. But it felt like a positive change, something that was necessary. A step forward.

"Kris?"

"Oh—sorry," he said. Katy laughed, and he added, "I'm just tired."

"Should I let you get some rest?"

"Yeah, I'll talk to you later, okay?" he said, looking at Adam again. He looked bored, and Kris suddenly felt terrible.

"Okay, bye, hun. Good luck!"

"Thanks. Bye," he said hastily.

"Love you," she chimed.

"Love you, too," he said back as a reflex. He saw the change on Adam's face as he closed his phone. Squeezing Adam's hand, he scooted closer.

"I'm sorry, Adam," he said, frowning as he leaned against him.

"For what? She's your wife," Adam said with a smile. Kris sat silently for a while, thinking of what to say. He wanted Adam to feel better about this; he wanted to tell him how important he was.

"If I had to choose between you and her," Kris said slowly, "I think I'd choose you." He was still as he waited for Adam to respond. He wasn't sure if that was something he should have told him.

"Kris," Adam said, his voice sounding off. He wrapped his arms around Kris' body, pressing them together. "You shouldn't say that."

"I feel really bad about it," Kris mumbled into Adam's neck. "But I can't help it." His hands ran up Adam's back, feeling his skin.

"Don't you love her?" Adam asked.

"Yeah, I do," Kris answered. "I've known her forever. But she's just something totally different from you…"

"You love me?"

"What?" The question caught Kris off guard.

"Well, you love your wife, but you said you would choose me over her, so…"

"Oh," Kris mumbled, embarrassed. He didn't move.

"Do you?" Adam chuckled, holding Kris in his arms and twisting around. Kris' face was still pressed against Adam's throat. He didn't know what to say. He knew the answer, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to admit it to Adam.

Suddenly Kris was pushed backwards, and he landed against the mattress with Adam hovering over him. Slowly pressing down onto him, Adam asked again, his voice heated and dangerous.

"Do you?"

Kris looked up at Adam's eyes, his breath shaky. He felt weak. "What if I do?"

"Answer me," Adam commanded, rolling his hips. Kris gasped and lifted his own hips, moaning as Adam moved against him again. He was extremely hard already.

"Screw you," Kris choked out, trying to catch his breath.

"Fine," Adam said with a smirk. "You can screw me."

Kris blinked, and Adam's mouth was against his cheek, planting hot kisses. Was he serious? Just the thought was making Kris' erection ache to be touched. He moaned and moved against Adam again, rubbing their cocks together.

"I'd like that," he whispered, his mouth close to Adam's ear. A moment went by before Adam turned his head to kiss him, and Kris wondered if it had even been a serious offer.

"Normally I don't take the bottom," Adam said quietly, pausing to kiss Kris' mouth again. "But with you I don't mind."

"Really?" Kris asked. His heart fluttered in his chest, and his skin tingled.

"If you want to," Adam said, looking Kris in the eye and smirking.

"Okay," Kris said, his breath coming quicker. Adam smiled playfully, and rolled off of Kris and onto his side. Kris turned toward him, thinking. He had no idea what to do.

"Is it…" he started to ask, but stopped when he realized how stupid it sounded. He climbed on top of Adam, rolling him onto his back and leaning down to kiss him.

"Is it what?" Adam asked between heavy breaths.

"Nevermind," Kris laughed. He could figure it out, he hoped. He slid his hands down Adam's sides, feeling him.

"Is it what?" Adam asked again, persistent.

"It's a dumb question." Kris' smile was sheepish.

"Just ask," Adam said, grabbing Kris by the hips and pulling him closer.

"I was gonna ask if it's like it is with a girl," Kris said, gasping as Adam rubbed against him eagerly.

"That's not a dumb question," Adam said seriously, and pulled Kris' face down to kiss him. "It isn't exactly like sex with women. Do you want me to tell you what to do?"

Kris nodded, thankful for the offer. Sitting up, Adam scanned around the room, like he was looking for something. Kris was pushed backwards a little, and he sat on Adam's thighs.

"What are you looking for?" he asked.

"Uhh, I have a bag… somewhere…" Adam trailed off, distracted. Kris looked at him, confused.

"You don't need a bag for this."

Adam laughed loudly. "No, but we need lube and condoms."

"Oh," Kris said, sliding off Adam's lap. "Okay." He felt clueless.

Adam soon found his bag under the bed, and pulled a small bottle and some condoms out, smiling happily at Kris.

"Uh, just out of curiosity," Kris said, smiling, "why do you keep lube and condoms in a bag under your bed?"

Adam's smile dimmed a little as he tossed the bag back on the floor. "Well, I expected to need them for Drake." Kris' mind numbed; he didn't want to think about Drake right now. He didn't want to picture Adam and Drake together like this.

Adam's hands squeezed Kris' shoulders, and he leaned in to kiss him. His tongue slid easily into Kris' mouth, and Kris almost immediately forgot why he was upset. He gently leaned Adam backwards to fall on top of him again, and broke the kiss, eyeing the bottle in Adam's hand curiously.

"So do I just…?" he trailed off, not even sure how to finish his sentence.

"Put this on your fingers," Adam instructed, filling him in. He handed the bottle over. Kris spread some lube over his index finger. He had an idea of what to do from here.

After his fingers were slick with lubricant, Kris leaned over Adam again and kissed him hungrily as his arm reached down Adam's body. His fingers soon slid between Adam's legs and found his warm hole, and he visibly shuddered just from the feeling of it under his fingertips. He hesitated a second before slipping a finger inside. Adam moaned, and pushed against it, sending it deeper.

"This is really fucking hot," he panted against Adam's lips.

Adam rocked his hips eagerly. "Come on," he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut. Kris was so turned on. Making Adam look like this just by putting a finger inside him was just… unbelievable. He pushed another finger inside and heard Adam's breath catch.

"Does that feel good?" he asked curiously, licking his lips.

"Yeah, it feels good, keep going," Adam said in between quick, shaky breaths. Kris slid in a third finger hesitantly.

"Am I doing this right?" he asked, moving his fingers around. Adam nodded, gasping at the sensation. Kris was completely fascinated; he wondered what Adam was feeling. It looked like it felt really good.

"Yeah, you're perfect," Adam said, still pushing himself onto Kris' fingers. "You can fuck me now, I'm all ready," he groaned in a low voice, looking up at Kris with half-lidded eyes.

Kris slowly pulled his fingers out, his heart racing at the thought of what was happening next. It was all so new and exciting. He reached over for a condom and hurriedly tore off the wrapper.

"Come on," Adam whined. Kris rolled the condom on and squirted a little more lube into his hand. He spread it over his cock and positioned himself between Adam's legs. Leaning down, he placed a few gentle kisses on Adam's open, panting mouth.

"You ready?" he asked in a breath.

"Fuck, Kris, just do it," Adam whined, his hands finding Kris' hips and directing them.

This part, Kris knew. He felt okay about this. He pushed into Adam slowly, breathing harshly as Adam squirmed under him, trying to push him deeper. "Do it," he repeated, sounding a little hysterical. Unable to hold back anymore, Kris pushed himself fully in, kissing Adam passionately and grabbing at his spiky, black hair. It was so tight. So much tighter than Katy, he couldn't help but think. Adam's breath was erratic.

"Does it hurt?" Kris asked, breathing heavily. "Are you okay?"

Adam nodded eagerly. "It's fine, go faster," he breathed between soft moans. Kris moved quicker, already feeling like he was on the edge.

"You feel fucking amazing," he panted, moving slowly in and out. He felt Adam's legs wrap around him, and he thrust harder, earning more quiet, steady moans from him. Adam's cock pressed against Kris' stomach, stiff and leaking, and Kris reached a hand down to wrap around it. He stroked Adam in time with his thrusts as Adam's hands clawed at his back.

"Yeah," Kris breathed, enjoying each sound that Adam was making, all because of him. Adam's loud breaths became more desperate, and Kris pumped him even faster, his mind overflowing from pleasure and lust. It was all building up, he was almost there.

Adam let out a loud cry as he suddenly came, his back arching and his fingernails digging into Kris' skin. Kris watched his face and felt Adam's cum, hot and wet between their bodies, and it was only a few more seconds before he was coming, too. Adam's hands were suddenly behind Kris' head, pulling his face down, and Adam kissed him roughly. Kris' arms gave out and he fell against Adam's chest. His hips moved forward once more as he floated down from his high. Adam kissed his shoulder as Kris lay on top of him, just trying to catch his breath.

"Was that good?" he asked, pulling out of Adam slowly and making him quietly gasp.

"That was great," Adam sighed, laying his head back as Kris pulled off the condom. Kris wrapped it carefully in a tissue and tossed it out before falling back onto Adam. "Did you like it?" Adam asked him, rubbing his shoulder blade.

"Yeah," Kris groaned, biting into a spot on Adam's neck, just under his jaw line, that Adam always seemed to respond to. Adam swiftly sucked in a breath of air, arching his back slightly. "Did I hurt you at all?" he asked before placing a kiss where his teeth had just been.

"No, not at all," Adam said, stroking Kris' hair now. "It might be a little sore tomorrow, but…"

"Sorry," Kris mumbled, shutting his eyes.

"So how did it compare?" Adam asked after a few more seconds. "With women, I mean."

"Well, woman… I've only been with Katy," Kris said, ignoring the stab of guilt he felt at the mention of his wife. "But it was pretty good… really good. But I don't think it has anything to do with men or women. It's just you."

"Just me," Adam sang back. "The man you love."

"Don't tease me about that," Kris complained, embarrassed. He lifted himself off of Adam, purposely frowning.

"Aw, I'm sorry," Adam laughed, sitting up. "It's nothing you should be embarrassed about, though!"

"It sort of is," he mumbled. "And I really need a shower." He started to climb off the bed but Adam grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"If you love someone, you shouldn't be afraid or ashamed of it," Adam said softly. "And I'm glad to know you love me, even if you haven't actually said it yet." He cracked a smile.

Kris didn't feel better about it. He felt exposed, vulnerable, now that Adam knew. Adam could completely break him now. Kris didn't know if Adam loved him back, and he was terrified to ask. Either way, it would change things. He wasn't sure if he'd even want to know. Everything would be more pressured, now that the word "love" had been thrown in to the mix. As if the situation wasn't stressful enough already.

"What?" Adam asked, giving Kris' wrist a concerned squeeze. Kris didn't know what to tell him.

"Nothin'," he said, then looked up into Adam's eyes. "I need a shower, though." He was covered in sweat, and there was still a mess on his stomach.

"We need a shower," Adam amended, giggling as he stood up and waited for Kris to come with him. Kris laughed and let Adam lead him to the bathroom.

"So was it hot when you walked in on me getting out of the shower the other day?" Adam asked, smiling as he remembered.

"It actually was," Kris answered. He was happy about how things had changed since then. "Too bad I couldn't do anything about it."

Adam turned on the shower, and spun back around to face Kris, grinning. "What would you have done?"

Kris grinned back at him. "I'll show you what," he responded and pulled Adam into the shower with him.

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Later in the night, after both men had gotten out of the shower and gotten dressed, Kris flopped back onto Adam's bed. They had been talking for a while about Kris' upbringing; how people in the south were different and how they weren't different. Kris had gone on about how nice people were in his hometown.

"…I don't know very much about you," Kris said suddenly, in wonder. "That's not fair."

"What? How is it not fair?" Adam laughed. "I haven't hidden anything about me. What do you want to know?" He sat down on the bed and Kris pulled him closer, crumpling the sheets.

"I dunno. Tell me something I don't know about you."

"Umm…" Adam hummed in thought. He was quiet for a few seconds. "Well I'm sort of a control freak. I don't know if you knew that about me."

"You are?" Kris asked. Come to think of it, Adam always was in control in most situations.

"Yeah. I like to control things."

Kris nodded slowly. "I guess that makes sense. Tell me something else."

"If you tell me something," Adam retorted. He fell onto his back, sprawling out on the bed next to Kris. "What don't I know about you?"

"I don't know. I think I tell you just about everything," Kris said plainly.

"Well then tell me a secret," Adam said in a hushed voice, smiling. Kris thought for a good minute. Did he have a secret? Well, Adam was his secret, and always would be. Other than that…

"I can't think of anything."

"Come on," Adam encouraged him. "There must be something that you've never told anyone ever before."

"I'm bi," Kris said. "I've never told that to anyone."

"I already knew that," Adam complained. "You're boring."

"So it's a bad thing that I don't have secrets?" Kris adjusted himself so his head rested comfortably on Adam's shoulder.

"Everybody has at least one secret."

"What's yours?" Kris asked, stretching his neck to glance up at Adam's face.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a secret anymore," Adam giggled.

"So you're trying to get me to confess my secret when you aren't even willing to tell me yours?"

"That's right."

"You're such a jerk," Kris mumbled, trailing his hand over Adam's chest absently. "Just tell me. I won't tell anyone."

"Okay, but you're gonna laugh at me," Adam said, making his voice higher pitched and whiny.

"I won't laugh," Kris promised.

"So do you know that guy… Kris Allen from American Idol?" Adam said, keeping his tone normal. Kris tried hard not to laugh.

"Yeah, what about him?"

"Well, I sort of have a huge fanboy crush on him," Adam confessed with a heavy sigh

"Are you serious? I had no idea," Kris joked. "Is he better looking than me?"

"Much. Sorry."

Kris slipped, and a snort of a laugh shook his body. "What's so great about this Kris Allen guy, anyway?" he asked, unable to stop smiling.

"I told you you would laugh," Adam said, smacking Kris lightly on the head. "Everything about Kris Allen is great! He's so cute."

"Cute? Really?"

"Yeah, he's totally my type. I could do dirty, dirty things to that boy."

Kris laughed again, more loudly this time. Adam's chest shook with a small chuckle, too. "Oh yeah?" Kris asked. "And that's your big secret?"

"Nope," Adam laughed.

"I see what you mean about being a control freak, now," Kris said, laughing even more and earning another gentle smack from Adam. Kris couldn't ever remember having such a good time with someone. He felt free and just blissful. He and Adam got along so well that it was even a little strange to think about, not that Kris minded at all. He loved Adam, and he loved every second they spent together.

But, it was hard to think about Drake and Katy and pretty much everything that would happen once he and Adam left the show. Just a few days. That's all they had.

"I'll tell you if you really want to know," Adam finally said. His voice immediately pulled Kris away from his thoughts.

"I really want to know," Kris urged, incredibly curious.

"I love you," Adam said easily, like it was an obvious fact. Like he was clueing Kris in on something he should have already known.

"Oh," Kris said slowly. His mouth was warm against Adam's shoulder. Adam laughed so hard that his whole body shook.

"Oh," he said, mocking Kris' voice, and laughed again. Kris was motionless, his head still tucked in Adam's shoulder.

"That's a good thing, I think," Adam said, still laughing, but not as loudly. "Are you alive?"

"Yeah," Kris said, his voice just above a whisper. Adam waited a few long seconds, waiting for Kris to say something else.

"Kris, are you upset?" Adam asked suddenly, surprised and concerned. He sat up in the bed, and Kris lifted his head.

"No, not at all," he said, sounding groggy. "Sorry. I just wasn't expecting to hear that."

"And why not?" Adam asked, sliding to lay back down next to Kris, facing him.

"I dunno," Kris said.

"You look like you're scared shitless," Adam pointed out, looking Kris in the eye carefully.

"Oh," Kris said, and adjusted his face. "Sorry." He was so overwhelmed that he actually didn't know how to express it. He was overjoyed to hear Adam say that he loved him, but still wondered if Adam was maybe only saying it because he felt pressured to. Adam was perfect, and it was just… hard for Kris to believe. At the same time, he felt hugely surprised by it all. If Adam really loved him, why hadn't he said anything sooner? Dozens of emotions ran through Kris' body, but he mostly felt intense joy and acceptance. He had no idea how to explain any of it.

Adam was searching for something in Kris' face, some sort of indication of why he was acting this way, but he couldn't find any. Carefully, he cupped Kris' face in his hands and brushed their lips together. Kris let out a warm breath against Adam's mouth, before leaning closer to kiss him back. The kiss was slow but passionate, and the two singers shut their eyes and communicated their feelings through their gently-moving tongues and lips. It was enough.

I was never a fan of buttsex (even though I love writing about gay guys... weird, I know) so I'm not sure if that part was any good. I had planned for a while for Kris to be on top the first time.. any thoughts on that?

I also have a lot of dialogue in here, just Kris and Adam talking and joking around. I don't plan any of this, really, it just happens, so I dunno if that was even interesting to read. It just flowed that way in my head. Ok so talk to me! Say something, say anything! :)