I take forever. Enjoy this chapter, I spent way too long on it haha.

"See you later" was the last thing Adam had said to Kris when they'd left. He'd hugged him, looked straight into his eyes and smiled wide; Kris remembered it clearly because it's pretty much all he'd thought about since. That was only four days ago.

He had stayed with Katy later that night, after the finale show. He was quickly reminded of all the things he loved about her; her smile, her voice, the softness of her body, the way she always understood him. Kris loved being with her. Still, something in his stomach felt raw and empty every time he kissed her.

He'd thought about Adam almost the entire time while they were having sex. It was supposed to be special. He hadn't seen Katy in so long, and he actually felt guilty about being intimate with her. Should he?

While he held her in his arms afterwards, it was familiar. He'd held her so many times before. But he couldn't not notice just how different she felt.

It had been four days since the finale, and Kris should have been using the time to relax. He was relaxing, physically. But he felt restless; all he could think about was calling Adam. They'd only talked on the phone twice since they'd last seen each other, and Kris wanted to carefully plan the best time to call him today.

He held his iPhone in his hand, staring at it while he sat on the hotel bed. He could always text him, but there was really nothing he could think to say. Katy was shuffling around the room, picking clothes up off the floor and dropping them into a laundry basket.

She snapped her head up and said, "Hey." Her smile was stunningly beautiful.

"Sorry," Kris said, laughing once. "I'm out of it."

"I gotta get this laundry done," she said, bending down to gather more clothes and using a free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. It had been a while since she was able to use her own washing machine. "Are you gonna stay here or what?"

"Yeah, I'll stay." Kris hated the deep feeling of relief that spread through him.

"Alright, order yourself some food 'cause I won't be back 'til later." She walked towards him with an adorable spring in her step, and Kris lifted his head as she came nearer. He stretched towards her and closed his eyes for the brief second that she leaned over and kissed his mouth. "See you later," he said.

Katy turned around, and made it halfway to the door before spinning to face him again. "You still love me?" she asked, using the tone of voice that Kris had always adored.

"Course I do," Kris said, looking confused.

She smiled, and Kris realized that she wasn't at all serious. "You've been actin' weird. Still just adjusting?"

"Yeah," Kris said in a laugh. Adjusting. That's what Kris had been telling her, it was his excuse for being distant. It wasn't a lie, of course; everything was so wildly regular now. He wasn't used to it.

"Okay," she said, turning again to walk to the door, carrying the basket of clothes. "Love you."

"Love you, too," Kris said as the door closed. His thumbs dialed Adam's number, and he lifted the phone to his ear so he could hear it ring.

"Hello?" Adam answered, a smile in his voice.

"Hey," Kris said.

Adam was quiet for a second, and Kris didn't really have anything to say. "What're you up to?" Adam asked. Kris could hear other people in the background.

"Nothing, I've just been waiting to call you."

"Oh," Adam laughed. "I'm hanging out with some friends. Hold on, I'll walk away for a minute."

Kris idly stared at his foot, twisting it back and forth, as he listened to the muffled voices through the phone grow quieter. "Okay, hi," Adam said after a few more seconds.

"Hi," Kris said, shutting his eyes. Adam's voice.

"How're you doing?" Adam asked, and it sounded like he was actually asking.

"Doing okay," Kris said. He didn't feel like trying to answer that honestly. "I miss the hell outta you."

"Katy's not around?" The smile in Adam's voice was gone.

"No, she's gone for a bit. Not like it matters. I'm allowed to miss you, aren't I?"

"Yeah," Adam said, and sighed. "Sorry. You know I feel bad."

"You shouldn't." Kris kicked off one of his shoes, and then the other. "Please don't. I'm the only one who should feel bad."

Adam was quiet for a minute, and Kris' eyes were starting to sting. "I miss you, too," Adam said eventually.

"I really love you," Kris said quietly. He was picturing Adam now, wondering how much makeup he had on, what shirt he was wearing. He blinked and a tear fell from his eye, landed on his shirt. He really hadn't planned on crying.

"How's Katy doing?" Adam asked. Kris took a few more seconds to gather himself.

"Good," He answered. "She has a crush on you, she told me," he added with a laugh, wiping his eyes dry.

"Oh," Adam said, jokingly interested. Kris laughed again.

There was another silence, and then Adam cleared his throat. "You know," he said, "it was so much easier to be with you at the mansion." His voice had dropped low, he was almost whispering. "I didn't have to think about your wife, or anything like that. But—"

"Adam—" Kris interrupted quickly. He didn't like where this was going.

"But now that we're back, like back in the real world, it's… I can just see how hard this will be. I don't want to hurt Katy."

"Please," Kris said. His entire phone was pressed hard against his cheek. He needed to see Adam. "We should talk about it."

Adam took a breath and said, "Okay."

"In person, I mean. Please." Kris worked hard to keep the stress out of his voice.

"Okay," Adam said again, a little hesitantly.

"We'll go to a hotel, like we said—"

"What? Not a hotel. Are you even hearing me?"

"Where else are we gonna go? We need to be someplace private."

"… I don't know."

"When are you free?"

Adam laughed a little. "I don't know. We have that interview together in New York on Tuesday, so…"

Kris paused, thinking, and Adam asked, "What're you gonna tell her?"

"I don't know yet. Your flight's tomorrow, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Adam answered.

"Mine too. We can meet up after the interview on Tuesday, I guess." I didn't seem soon enough.

"Uh…" Adam said, thinking. "Yeah, that works."

"Cool."

"Okay then," Adam said, sounding like he was ready to hang up.

"Can you talk to me more? I'm sort of by myself for a while." Kris bit his lip; he hated sounding so needy.

Adam laughed lightly. "Okay, but not for much longer. I'm being a little rude to my friends."

"Who are they?" Kris asked, falling back onto the bed.

"Some people I used to go clubbing with. I haven't seen them in so long!"

"That's cool," Kris said. He missed Adam so much it kind of hurt.

"Oh, did you know our moms have been talking? They're like best friends now," Adam said, laughing.

"Oh yeah, my mom told me that," Kris said, smiling a little. "I don't know whether that's cool or not. Kind of weird."

"I think it's cool. Your mom is the sweetest woman."

"She loves you," Kris laughed. "My entire family loves you."

Adam laughed. "Hey, everyone's drinking without me. I'm gonna get going. Sorry you're alone."

"S'alright. I'll watch TV and order room service," Kris said, bored. "Have fun."

"Bye!"

"Bye," Kris said. He kept his phone pressed against his ear and listened as Adam hung up.

About an hour later, when there was nothing good on TV and Kris had eaten about as much as he could, he looked at his phone again. "Im bored. hows your party going," he texted to Adam, before putting his phone down next to him. He slid open the drawer of the bedside table and pulled out the Bible inside. He flipped through it a little, not really thinking about anything, when his phone buzzed. "hey. Its going good. Havin fun." Kris looked at the text and smiled. He replied with, "Wish I had a party to go to. Boring here."

He fell back onto the bed with a huff, wondering if it was over with Adam. It couldn't be over; not like this, not so soon. He would resort to begging if he had to. He should write a song about it.

He'd been working on the album a little already; talking to producers, figuring out what direction he wanted to go in. He wasn't going to get much of a break from all this work, but he wasn't about to start complaining about it.

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"I'm back," Katy sang as she opened the door.

"Hey," Kris said, flipping through channels. "How was laundry?"

"What kind of question is that? It was laundry," Katy laughed. Kris smiled and shrugged. "So what have you been up to?" she asked.

"This," Kris replied dully, gesturing to the TV. Katy laughed again and climbed onto the bed to sit next to him. He shifted to put his arm around her, enjoying her warmth, and she kissed the side of his neck. Kris had been with her for four full days, and he still couldn't shake away the memory of Adam's mouth every time Katy kissed him. He thought of Adam's assertive tongue… and those freckles on his lower lip.

Katy slowly climbed on top of him, kissing his lips, smooth and passionate. Kris slid his hands down her back, resting them on her hips as he moved against her; he was hard already.

Kris' phone had somehow slid next to him, almost underneath his side, and Kris jumped when it vibrated. Katy giggled against his neck. Kris tried to forget about it, but he couldn't just not check it.

"Wish u were at this. Want you now"

Almost gasping, Kris quickly closed the text and put his phone down. He was breathing heavier now, and Katy reached down to unbutton his jeans. Oh God. Something in Kris' chest rattled as he tried to just catch his breath. Why would Adam say that? This didn't feel right, and he was kind of freaking out.

"Baby," Katy laughed. "You okay?"

"Uhh, this is weird," Kris answered, gently moving her hand off of his crotch. "Sorry. Adam just texted me."

"Oh." She looked confused.

"Just… thinking about Adam during that… it was just weird."

Katy sat up, bursting with laughter. "What?" she asked, scrunching her face up.

Kris put his hand over his face. "I'm sorry, it's weird, I know. It just freaked me out a little bit."

"What did the text say?"

Kris paused. "Just asking me what I was up to."

She was still laughing. "Aww! He misses you!" Kris just shrugged. "You probly miss him too, huh? You guys are close," she added.

"Yeah, kinda." Kris didn't want to have this conversation with her. What if he said the wrong thing? What if his expression slipped and she saw the truth?

She leaned over him again, pressing her body against his. "Well, I don't mind if you think about Adam," she said her voice dropping to a lower pitch. "Adam's hot."

"Yeah, sure," Kris said, forcing a laugh. He wanted to text Adam back, but Katy's hand was down his pants again. She kissed him and he moaned gently into her mouth.

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Kris got on a plane the next morning, heading to New York for the interview, and so did Adam. They'd see each other tomorrow, and Kris was really looking forward to it. Being around Adam was just fun. He really missed it.

About 20 minutes into the flight, Kris was bored. He must have looked at Adam's text at least 10 times since last night, and he couldn't stop wondering about it. Why did he actually feel hesitant about texting Adam back? They were in love, they could talk about anything together, right?

"What was with the text last night?" Kris typed out.

It took Adam only a few minutes to text back. "sorry about that. Got a little drunk."

Oh. Well that explained it. "I liked it," Kris texted back quickly.

"you never responded back," Adam replied, just as quickly.

"Sorry," Kris typed out. He decided not to explain why he hadn't. "so are you on the plane yet?"

"Yea i am. Should get there by 7. i dont like long flights," Adam responded. They probably could just call each other. Why were they having this conversation through texting? Kris dialed Adam's number and leaned back in his seat.

"Hey," Adam answered, sounding glad that he'd called.

"Hey," Kris said back. He looked around to make sure nobody was walking around him and said, "So I can't wait to see you tomorrow."

"Yeah," Adam said.

"So how was your night?" Kris asked.

"It was a lot of fun. I missed those guys," Adam said, and launched into a story.

They talked for a few hours, about nothing really; they joked about the flight attendants and the magazines that they flipped through, they argued about whether or not the clouds were thinner higher up in the sky—Kris was sure they were—and Adam talked a lot about all the clothes he'd bought since Idol ended. Kris had no clue how he could shop that much in only four days.

It was all such a huge comfort for Kris. Talking and joking with Adam reminded him of all the conversations they'd had in their room at the Idol mansion. That mansion had become home, and Kris was feeling a little unsteady without it now.

Plus, Adam was pretty much the only person he could talk to that wouldn't constantly ask him how it felt to be 'the American Idol.'

"Hey," Adam said eventually. "I'm pretty tired. I think I'll catch a nap before we get there."

Kris heard Adam's yawn, and it made him yawn, too. "Okay then. I'll talk to you later."

"Bye," Adam said happily.

"Have a good nap, bye," Kris said, and hung up. His head lolled over on his shoulder and he ended up falling asleep himself only a few minutes later.

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Adam's text woke him up. He'd left his iPhone in his hand, and he felt the vibration of it shoot all the way up his arm. He felt like he'd been asleep for a while. The text said, "We could meet up later today if you want to."

Kris texted back immediately: "Yeah!" He sat for a few minutes, waking up and letting it sink in. He could see Adam tonight.

It took Adam a while to text him again. Kris kept looking down at his phone; there wasn't much else to do. Eventually, it buzzed again. "can't believe im about to ask this. Should i get a hotel room?" A surge of excitement rushed through him and he took a few steadying breaths.

"Please do," he replied, and sat happily.

But… wait. He quickly dialed Adam's number.

"I just remembered. My hotel room is already booked and everything. Yours probably is too, right?" he said as soon as Adam picked up.

"Yeah," Adam said amusedly. "We can cancel them, though."

"What hotel are you going to?"

"Um, I think it's Four Seasons."

Kris grinned. "Mine too."

Adam laughed. "Wow. Well that works then."

Kris could hardly sit still for the rest of his flight.

----

When he finally arrived at the hotel, he texted Adam again. "Just got here. What room you in"

Adam's reply was, "not there yet. Plane just landed. But its rm 214."

"Txt when you get here," Kris typed back quickly. He sat on the bed in his room and looked around. It looked almost exactly like his last hotel room, the one he'd shared with Katy. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and found a Bible inside. Again, he flipped through some of the pages, spotting some of the passages that he remembered reading years before.

He wasn't sure where he stood now, in God's eyes. It definitely wasn't right for him to cheat on his wife, but… he and Adam loved each other. It was difficult for Kris to see Adam as wrong, because everything about him felt so right. The feeling that washed over him every time he and Adam were together was so different—so much more right than anything he'd ever felt. If God had put him and Adam on the planet together, and fate brought them both to American Idol, then He would be kind of a jerk to send Kris to Hell for falling for him. Kris didn't care much about homosexuality or whatever; he'd never seen anything wrong with it in the first place, and he couldn't help how he felt or who he felt it for. The fact of Kris' life was that there was no way he could stay away from Adam.

He closed the book and his phone buzzed. He opened it quickly, but saw it was from Katy. "How was the plane? I miss you!"

"it was ok," he texted back. "Miss you too." He kicked off his shoes and exhaled loudly. His life was such a mess.

After Adam still hadn't texted him a few minutes later, Kris stood up and walked over to the bathroom. It was small and clean. Kris had always loved hotel rooms for their neatness and simplicity; it was relaxing. He looked in the mirror and reflexively fixed his hair. Adam had mentioned once that he liked it when Kris' hair was spiky, and Kris remembered. After lifting a few choice strands, he cupped a hand over his mouth to smell his breath. He'd better brush his teeth.

As he walked out of the bathroom to get his toothbrush from his bag, his phone buzzed. It was a text, and it was from Adam. Kris smiled giddily to himself as he read it.

"ok Im here. When u coming?"

"I could come now. That ok?" he texted back.

He quickly grabbed his toothbrush from his bag and ran to the sink. His phone buzzed again while he was still brushing. He checked it anyway. "yea thats ok," it said. Kris rinsed his mouth and spit into the sink before looking into the mirror a last time. He spiked his hair up again quickly, stuffed his room key in his pocket, and headed for the door.

Walking down the long hallway, Kris was getting kind of nervous. It had only been five days, but it felt much longer. He was used to always being around Adam. Still, he couldn't wait to see him.

It wasn't far from Kris' room, just a floor up. Kris found the door with the numbers '214' and knocked three times, lightly.

"Hey," Adam said, opening the door. His hair was hanging down in his face and Kris must have forgotten how gorgeous he was or something, because he was totally stunned by it.

"Hi," he said, like it was some emotional reunion. He stepped inside, his eyes never leaving Adam's face. Adam extended his arm to push the door closed with a click, and gently pulled Kris against his chest and held him there.

"Fuck, I missed you," Adam said in a dry laugh. Kris grinned against his shirt. The smell of Adam's body was bringing back a lot of intimate memories. Adam let him go, and Kris looked up with the urge to kiss him. He wasn't sure how Adam would feel about that, though.

'What the hell,' he decided, and put his hand on Adam's shoulder, slid it behind his neck. Adam felt tense. He looked down at Kris like he was about to say something, but Kris stood up on his toes and mumbled, "Kiss me." He felt like such a girl.

"We're here to talk, remember?" Adam said, but gave Kris a brief peck on this lips anyway, smiling. Kris wanted more, he tried to stretch up further, but Adam raised his chin and turned his head away.

"Yeah," Kris said, sighing in defeat. "So how come you decided to see me tonight?" he asked.

"Missed you," Adam said simply with a shrug. He took a few steps backwards and sat on the bed. Kris followed, sitting down next to him. He took hold of Adam's warm hand. "I'm glad you did," he said quietly.

"But I was serious last night," Adam said. The words came out in a monotone rush, like they were practiced. "Katy doesn't deserve this. We can't do this to her."

"We already have, though." Kris didn't like that he was arguing to continue cheating on her, but he couldn't live with the alternative. He stroked the back of Adam's hand with his thumb.

"Listen," Adam said seriously. "It'd be one thing if you didn't love her anymore, if you were willing to leave her. You're not, though. I don't think it's right."

"I know it's not, Adam, but," Kris eyes were tearing up already, "what else can I do?"

"You can choose," Adam said, looking straight down.

"I—" Kris started, blinking. He couldn't. He decided to use the only leverage he had. "Well, what about Drake?"

Adam's eyes shut. "At least I've chosen. I plan on leaving him, you know I do."

"Well you haven't," Kris said through gritted teeth, squeezing Adam's hand a little.

"But I will."

"So that makes it okay? If I tell you I plan on leaving Katy it'll be okay?"

"As long as you're not just stringing us both along here," Adam said. "If you make a choice, then yeah."

Kris' head fell into his hands. "It's hard," he said. Adam leaned closer, placing one hand on Kris' lower back and rubbing in circles.

"I don't know," Kris said quietly, shaking his head. "I just—I mean, I don't know."

"I don't like having to put you in this position, but," Adam's voice was close to Kris' ear as he spoke softly, "Katy doesn't deserve this."

"She doesn't," Kris agreed, his voice getting smaller and smaller. He could feel Adam's breath. "I don't like this."

"You can't just fuck me and go back to fucking her," Adam said calmly, controlling himself.

"I don't want to, but I can't—" Kris struggled for words. What was he even trying to say? "I can't just—"

"If you can't," Adam said slowly, "then there's nothing left for us to talk about."

Kris sat up, wondering if he really meant that. Adam pushed his hands against his thighs and exhaled as he stood up steadily, no expression. Kris watched him.

Adam stood for a few more seconds before gesturing towards the door. "You should go now," he said.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Kris said, and he really meant it. He knew everything Adam was saying was right. Standing up, he muttered, "I'll see you tomorrow," and left the room.

"See you," Adam said back, and shut the door behind him. Kris started walking away, thinking the conversation over. What was wrong with him? It should be simple; he should be able to at least decide. Not easy, but at least simple, right? He felt like there were a million reasons why he couldn't just decide, only he couldn't think of any of them. He was being such an idiot.

When he was back at his room, he climbed into bed. He was disappointed; he'd hoped that he and Adam would have been spending the night together. It was a stupid thing to hope for, though.

How many times had he texted Adam today? Well, one more couldn't hurt. "I'm sorry," he typed carefully. "You don't deserve this either. I can decide."

He already had decided. It was hardly even a decision, it was just Adam. He couldn't have expected that he could stay with both of them. Of course it wasn't okay, being with two different people and stringing them both along, like Adam said. He did have to choose; nobody should be able to live this way. What would he say to Katy? Breaking up with her—divorcing her—would be horrible. It would hurt her, Kris would hurt her, and she really didn't deserve it. But cheating on her would only be worse. Staying with her would only continue to complicate things, and it would hold both of them back.

Kris' phone was still in his palm when Adam texted back. "Thank u."

"I'll leave Katy," Kris replied. "I love you Adam."

The text was corny, but he hoped Adam could forgive him. He was scared, though, about leaving Katy. Should he start planning it now? How the hell would he even do it? What kind of reason could he give her? He couldn't tell her the truth, could he?

His phone buzzed again. "want 2 come back?"

Kris didn't bother texting back, or putting on his shoes. He was back at Adam's door, knocking gently, within another minute. He was grateful that Adam was giving him another chance here.

Adam opened the door, looked at him for a second, and said, "Hey."

"I'm sorry," Kris started, walking in. "I'm stupid." Adam walked over to the bed and Kris followed.

"I know," Adam said, smiling. "I'm sorry I'm making you choose." He turned and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Don't be. I shouldn't be putting you through this." Kris ran a hand through his hair. "If being with you means I have to leave Katy, I'll do it." Adam watched him speak, looking apologetic.

"I can do it," Kris said with a quiet laugh, sitting down next to Adam and acting like it was nothing. He swallowed, and when Adam turned to face him he said, "So…"

Adam leaned forward, brushing his lips lightly against Kris' cheek. "I love you," he mumbled. Kris flushed and shut his eyes, breathing slowly. "I missed you," he whispered against Adam's lips before kissing them.

Adam's mouth moved against his and Kris realized, this was it. The connection that he'd never felt with Katy. Kris felt so much more like himself. The real him, not the Kris that's feeding lies to everyone around him so that he can maintain a life that he doesn't even want. Not the Kris that's always trying to please everyone else, always holding a forced smile. This, right now, this was him.

"Baby," Adam mumbled, pushing him backwards. Kris cooperated, leaning back until Adam had him pinned down and kissed him more forcefully. Kris' skin ignited; he'd almost forgotten the hot chill than ran through him when he was this turned on. And although he wouldn't ever admit to it, he loved when Adam called him 'baby.'

Adam's cool fingers slipped under Kris' shirt, and Kris actually whimpered a little when they gently rubbed his nipple. Breathless already, he pulled his shirt over his head and arched his body so it fit against Adam's.

How much sex had he had with Katy these past few days? And Kris was still eager for it, just dying for Adam to touch him. It wasn't even really about the sex, Kris decided. It was about being with Adam, having Adam's hands on him. He moaned when Adam grinded against him lightly, sending a static wave of pleasure through him and only making him crave more.

"Take off your shirt," he mumbled hurriedly to Adam, frustrated that they still had their clothes on. His hands were on Adam's belt. It was a new one, and he couldn't figure out how to loosen it.

"What?" Adam laughed when Kris groaned loudly.

"Where the fuck did you get this belt? It's got like three different buckles," Kris complained, still breathing heavy.

"What, you don't like it?" Adam teased. "Come on, it was expensive!"

"I don't care," Kris said in a half laugh, half yell. "Take it off."

Adam chuckled loudly and pulled off his shirt. He kneeled on the bed and fiddled with his belt, and Kris slipped his own pants off in a few seconds, and then his boxers. "Come on," he said, under his breath. Adam was pulling at the belt in every direction, slipping it through different buckles and loops, and Kris really wondered how the hell he got it on in the first place.

"Don't ever wear that belt again," he said seriously when Adam finally got it loose.

"No promises," Adam said, smirking as he slid his pants down his hips and kicked them off.

Adam started to lean down over him again, but Kris pulled him close and rolled them over, enjoying the startled sound that Adam made as his head fell against the pillow. Adam's dark hair was all in his face, his mouth was slightly gaping, and it stole the breath right out of Kris' throat. He kissed Adam, licking around inside his mouth, and then bit down on his lip. Adam gasped, then smiled.

Slowly, Kris' mouth moved away from Adam's and settled on his neck, right under his jaw. He kissed him there lightly before biting. Adam made a noise that sounded like he wanted more, so Kris bit him even harder, really hoping it wouldn't hurt him. Adam's hands grasped Kris' hips roughly as he pressed Kris' cock against his, rubbing against him shamelessly and breathing with stifled gasps.

Feeling more confident now, Kris slid down Adam's body, kissing his heaving chest. He was glad Adam was letting him do this; he hadn't realized how much he'd wanted to. His mouth closed around Adam's hard nipple and he flicked his tongue over it a few times, sucking. Teasingly, he scraped his teeth over it and heard Adam's breath catch a little. He reached down and grabbed Adam's cock suddenly, but he didn't move it much, and Adam bucked helplessly into his hand. Kris nibbled on his nipple before sliding down, keeping his mouth open against Adam's hot skin.

"Kris," Adam said between panting breaths. Kris wasn't sure if he was just saying his name or if he actually wanted something, but he decided not to answer. He licked the length of Adam's cock instead, wet and dirty.

"Wait," Adam gasped. Kris looked up.

"Uh," Adam said, shaky. "I don't want to come yet."

Kris grinned with pleasant surprise. "It's that good?"

"Shut up," Adam said, still flushed and trying to catch his breath. Kris couldn't stop smiling as Adam pulled him up.

"You're so damn cute," Adam said, flipping Kris onto his back and pinning him onto the bed.

"No, I'm not," Kris said, trying to frown. Adam smiled darkly and leaned down over him to lick along his neck. His fingers were trailing down Kris' chest, then lower, and Kris moaned as they wrapped around his cock.

"You like this?" Adam asked in a whisper against his ear.

Kris nodded, moving his hips. But then Adam's hand left, and Kris suddenly felt his fingers sliding into his open mouth, caressing his tongue. Kris sucked on them, licking and even biting a little, and Adam hummed happily.

"Good boy," he said, his lips still brushing against Kris' ear. Kris wondered if Adam was going to finger him again. He kind of really wanted him to, but it wasn't something he felt comfortable asking for. He made sure to get Adam's fingers good and wet. Adam kissed his cheek and slowly dragged his fingers back out of Kris' mouth.

"Spread your legs, Kris," Adam said. Kris' breathing sped up a little, and he spread his legs open, a little embarrassed.

"You want this, huh?" Adam said teasingly, leaning over Kris' face to see his expression. Kris' heart was beating even faster than before.

"Shut up," Kris breathed, and kissed him. Adam's wet fingers were cold as they spread him open, and one slipped inside.

Moaning, Kris rocked his hips against it. Adam soon slid in two more, moving them slowly and occasionally pressing into that certain spot that felt so great.

"Fuck me," Kris said, panting. He had been thinking about it—a lot, actually—and he was really ready for it. He lifted his head, stretching his neck to look at Adam, who had stopped moving.

"Okay," Adam said softly after a second. He kissed Kris long and hard, still twisting his fingers around and making Kris squirm. Kris gasped softly and felt suddenly empty when Adam slid them out to reach over the bed. He rummaged through his bag and pulled out what he needed.

"You want it, baby?" Adam asked, his voice rough. Kris nodded as he watched Adam slip a condom onto himself. Adam snapped open the small bottle of lube and coated his fingers.

"Say it," he breathed, slipping two fingers back in. Kris gasped, his body arching.

"Come on," Kris said. He couldn't even think straight. He needed to feel Adam inside of him.

"Just say it," Adam whined, lazily kissing all over Kris' face.

"I want it," Kris said clearly, in a 'get on with it, already' tone.

Adam's fingers slid out again, and he spread some lube onto his cock before he positioned himself between Kris' legs, carefully watching Kris' face.

"Okay," Adam said as he pressed the head of his cock against Kris' hole, as if giving him a last chance to back out. There was no way in hell Kris was backing out now. He couldn't think of anything except how badly he wanted this.

Adam pushed in slowly, stretching Kris open. Kris kept his eyes closed, breathing heavy and against Adam's face. It felt weird and a little unpleasant. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"Okay?" Adam asked when he was all the way in. Kris nodded, clenching his teeth as Adam pulled back and thrust into him again.

"Woah," Kris said as a surge of sensation ran through him. This was amazing. He pulled Adam's face down and kissed him as Adam rocked his hips back and forth, fucking him slowly. Kris' composure slipped a little more each second. His hands were soon on Adam's lower back, trying to push him in deeper as he uttered the first sounds of meaningless words that flowed in and out of his head. He was losing himself completely.

It just clicked; they clicked. There was no trace of doubt left anymore. He'd never felt this way with Katy, not even close. The scattered pieces of himself that he could never make any sense of were all fitting perfectly into place now.

Adam's mouth was warm and wet against his throat, giving Kris chills. He wanted to move, to do something besides just lay there, but he couldn't find the strength or even the will; Adam was hitting the right spot again and again, expertly. Adam made an "ah" sound and moved faster, biting into Kris' neck and sucking his skin.

"This good?" Adam asked, voice uneven.

"Yeah," Kris managed. It was hard to speak, or breathe, with Adam moving so fast. His mind wasn't working at all anymore. When Adam's hand wrapped around his cock, Kris came within seconds.

"God," Adam muttered, panting. He thrust hard into Kris a few more times before he was coming, too. He moved in deep, slowing thrusts, and eventually came to a stop.

Kris' head fell backwards and whacked against the headboard with a thunk. He couldn't seem to catch his breath.

"D'you like that?" Adam mumbled, collapsed on Kris' body now. Unsure of how he could express to Adam just how much he had liked it, Kris went with "Um, yeah." His brain was starting to work and, ow, his head really hurt.

"You…" Adam trailed off. Kris waited, but it didn't look like he was going to finish the sentence. Laughing, he pulled Adam's face up off his shoulder and kissed him gently.

"That was awesome," he said, and Adam made a content sound, lifting himself up.

"Be right back," Adam said, heading towards the bathroom. He threw Kris a towel, and Kris cleaned himself off, still dizzy. He needed a shower, but he had a hard time sitting up so he just gave up and closed his eyes.

Quietly, Adam slid into bed next to him. Kris suddenly thought about Katy, and his friends back home that he would keep this from, and all the other hundreds of reasons why this couldn't work. Except he knew that it could. It had to. He opened his eyes again and smiled at Adam's cheerful face.

Kris tried to blank his mind out; for once he just wanted to stop thinking altogether. He wanted to enjoy this moment. Adam looked into his eyes, Kris looked back, and it was like they were speaking. It was one of those moments that just struck Kris. "Unspoken, in silence," Kris thought. "Let's stay here tonight." The words gently entered his thoughts and settled into his head. He'd been griping for new song lyrics nonstop, and it sort of frustrated him how they come so easily when he isn't trying at all."There's no reason to ask me, 'cause you know what's inside." Kris smiled and pulled Adam closer to him, breathing slowly.

He didn't want his debut album to be full of songs about Adam, but he kind of did. He couldn't tell anyone about their relationship, but he could still try and channel this feeling and make it into a song, couldn't he? He sighed inwardly; he'd be spending a lot of time working on these songs.

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Kris gasped aloud when he looked in the mirror the next morning. There was a hickey on his neck, red and dark and unmistakable. "Shit. Shit."

Adam was suddenly behind him. "I'm sorry. That was—I thought… well I hoped that it'd be gone or at least faded but—fuck. I'm so sorry."

"Oh my god," Kris said in horror.

"You can—I have so much makeup, Kris. We can cover it up. No problem." Adam wasn't very convincing.

"We have a fucking interview today."

"I'm sorry," Adam pleaded. "I didn't even realize until after. We can still try—"

"I'm going back to Katy tomorrow."

Adam was quiet for a second, looking unsure. "You could tell her. If you think she can handle it, I mean. But—"

"I can't. If she tells anyone…" Kris swallowed.

"Do you think you could trust her?" Adam was looking at him with intensity.

"I'm not sure," Kris said honestly. He didn't want to consider it, it felt too soon. Adam sighed and picked up his bottle of foundation.

"Sit down for a minute. I'll cover it up," he said, and squirted a bit onto a brush he had handy. Kris sat, praying this would work.

"Is there any way to make it go away faster?" He asked as Adam began painting his neck.

"Ice helps, but that's about it," Adam said absently. Of course he'd know. "…Shit."

"What?" Kris asked, scared.

"Doesn't exactly match your skin tone." Adam was smearing it all over his neck now. "I'll blend it."

"Fuck," Kris moaned, putting his palms over his eyes. "I can't believe this is happening. How could you do that?"

"I'm trying to fix it!"

"This is so bad."

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They were driven to the interview in separate cars. Kris had gone back to his hotel room earlier and found the only collared jacket that he'd packed, and the collar wasn't very high at all. There was a giant tan blotch on his neck, but Adam had assured him that nobody would notice. Kris really hoped so.

He and Adam greeted each other like they hadn't just spent the night together, and Kris strategically took the seat to Adam's right for the interview. He turned his head from the camera just enough so that the hickey wouldn't be visible. Adam smiled knowingly but didn't say anything.

The interview was predictable, but still fun. Kris' head was turned toward Adam most of the time, so he really wasn't very worried about the hickey for the time being.

"So who will take the top bunk on the tour bus?" the interviewer asked, looking at Kris.

"Um, I don't care…" Kris said, shaking his head amusedly. "Uh, Adam—"

"I like the top," Adam stated plainly, and turned toward Kris with a daring smile. Kris pressed his lips together to avoid laughing. Of course Adam would slip a sex joke into the interview. Kris wasn't really bothered that Adam was being too open, it actually felt nice.

He suddenly decided to stop caring about little details that people may interpret, and just let go. Adam cracked up, and Kris did too, and they laughed together while the interviewer looked a little sickened.

"Sorry," Adam giggled. "That's inappropriate." The interviewer nodded and shrugged, and prepared the next question.

Kris wished he wouldn't apologize. "That was good," he said. Adam nudged him, and neither of them could stop laughing.

Hoorayyy omigoshh I updated.

So this story obviously isn't over yet. But I take FOREVER to update nowadays. I'm sorry you guys D:

So yeah the next update WILL be here... but it will most take me a whiiile. I'm very slow.

Also, I think this chapter may be the last NC-17 rated for a while. I'm getting kind of tired of writing sex. But you never know haha.

Anyway, tell me what you think! I put a lot into this chapter. So much plot going on right now.

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