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#156 - Sorrow - Chosenfire28- American Idol
Title: The Adventures of Kris and Brad (and Adam)
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. This is real person fic so yeah, they belong to themselves.
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, het, later on sex, drugs, and alcohol
Prompt: #156 - sorrow
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Brad, later Kris/Adam, mentions of Kris/Katy and Adam/Brad, also later on Kris/Others, Brad/Others, and craziness
Summary: After his divorce Kris moves in with Adam, but Adam is always busy so Kris finds himself being entertained by Brad “Cheeks” Bell.
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blue_icy_rose.
Author’s Note: This is a crazy idea I got after reading fic after fic of Adam and Kris dancing around each other. I wanted to toss in Cheeks and see what happened, so it made perfect sense to me that if Adam left Kris alone for too long Cheeks would play with him. The prompt sorrow was worked in for what Kris went through with the divorce.
Kris scratched out what he had just written, biting his bottom lip as he leaned back into the cushion and considered the notebook in his hands. He knew writing a new song wasn’t always easy. Sometimes the urge was so strong that he spent hours filling out sheet after sheet, and sometimes he spent hours doodling in the margins of the notebooks, with everything sounding clichéd or boring.
Kris sighed, letting out a breath of air and tilted his head back. The living room he was in was nice, better than nice. The colors were dramatic, the furniture modern, and Kris knew it, like the rest of the penthouse in L.A, screamed Adam Lambert.
He had been there for going on four weeks now.
It had been four weeks since he had signed the divorce papers Katy had handed to him. It had been four weeks since he had packed the stuff he needed from their Arkansas home and got on a plane back to L.A, it had been four weeks since Adam had taken him in, telling him that he could stay as long as he wanted.
Most people didn’t get it. The tabloids hadn’t even started the slew of “Kris Allen Divorce” before they had picked up on the fact that he has now living with Adam. To them it was something dirty; they created a reason for the divorce.
Infidelity.
Unfaithfulness.
It wasn’t true. Kris loved Adam, he loved Adam for being an amazing person, for being his best friend, he loved Adam for being himself and letting the world take what it would from that. That didn’t mean he hadn’t loved his wife. He still loved Katy. He missed her. The divorce had nothing to do with Adam and everything to do with that fact that while Kris and Katy still loved each other, they wanted different things from their lives.
Kris was ready to be a musician, ready to make the move to California, ready to see how far he could go and what changes he could make in the world. From the first moment he had set foot on that stage, not the American Idol one but the ones on tour, he had felt it. It was exhilarating and freeing like nothing in his life had ever been before.
Katy wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to be the wife of a musician. She didn’t want to put her life on hold to follow Kris around, from state to state, never settling down long enough to breathe. She had wanted a family, stability, a foundation to build a life. Not lights flashing in her eyes every time they went on a date or had to run to the store.
Kris didn’t blame her, couldn’t resent her. When he had asked her to marry him, he had wanted all the same things. He had promised her those things and he had been the one to change the path that their lives would take.
They had talked, they had tried to find a medium, tried to find a way to make it work but when it had become clear that it wasn’t, they had signed the divorce papers, called their families, and said their goodbyes to each other.
With that in mind, it should have been easy to come up with a song, something heartfelt, painful, and moving. At least something that would get rid of this tight feeling in his chest. Still, he had nothing except an army of stick figures climbing a ladder up the margin of the paper.
“Hey.” Adam smiled at him, looking happy and excited and Kris couldn’t help the answering smile that appeared, even knowing what was coming next. “So I know I said we’d hang today, and I meant it, but they want me back in the studio, some last minute thing.”
Kris shook his head; smile still in place. “No, that’s cool. I get that some people need to work harder than I do,” he shot at Adam, grinning because his record had already dropped. Promoting had been done like crazy and he was doing better than good on the charts.
Adam grinned back at him. “Well, perfection takes time. Some people don’t like to half ass things.”
“There you go, talking about my ass again.”
It was familiar, warm; the banter between them had been that way from the beginning. Adam made Kris feel braver and Kris liked to think he made Adam feel safer. Not everyone could tell their straight best friend they liked the way his ass looked in a certain pair of jeans and still have that friend around.
Kris liked to think he was special like that.
He watched Adam leave, again. He could bum around the place but since he had gotten there, Adam always seemed to be out, rushing from one party to the next, to a recording, or a show, there were signings and press.
Kris wasn’t annoyed by it, just a little let down.
He shifted back into the cushions of the big comfy chair he had claimed since moving in with Adam and went back to his stick figures. The door opened and Kris frowned, seeing that instead of Adam forgetting something, it was Adam’s ex, Brad.
Adam had given him a key to his place.
“You just missed him.”
“Well, fuck,” Brad sighed, pursing his lips and he tilted his head, studying Kris from where the other man reclined in the chair in only a pair of jeans and a dark button up t-shirt. “Well, you’ll have to do Conway. Get your shoes on and follow me.”
Kris should have said no, he should have laughed and sent Brad “Cheeks” Bell on his way to whatever crazy place he was heading. That would have been the smart thing to do. But being smart didn’t often go with being bored and Kris was really bored. So he put on his shoes and he followed Brad.
Author: Chosenfire
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN. This is real person fic so yeah, they belong to themselves.
Fandom: American Idol
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, het, later on sex, drugs, and alcohol
Prompt: #156 - sorrow
Characters/Pairings: Kris/Brad, later Kris/Adam, mentions of Kris/Katy and Adam/Brad, also later on Kris/Others, Brad/Others, and craziness
Summary: After his divorce Kris moves in with Adam, but Adam is always busy so Kris finds himself being entertained by Brad “Cheeks” Bell.
Beta'd by the awesome
blue_icy_rose.Author’s Note: This is a crazy idea I got after reading fic after fic of Adam and Kris dancing around each other. I wanted to toss in Cheeks and see what happened, so it made perfect sense to me that if Adam left Kris alone for too long Cheeks would play with him. The prompt sorrow was worked in for what Kris went through with the divorce.
Kris scratched out what he had just written, biting his bottom lip as he leaned back into the cushion and considered the notebook in his hands. He knew writing a new song wasn’t always easy. Sometimes the urge was so strong that he spent hours filling out sheet after sheet, and sometimes he spent hours doodling in the margins of the notebooks, with everything sounding clichéd or boring.
Kris sighed, letting out a breath of air and tilted his head back. The living room he was in was nice, better than nice. The colors were dramatic, the furniture modern, and Kris knew it, like the rest of the penthouse in L.A, screamed Adam Lambert.
He had been there for going on four weeks now.
It had been four weeks since he had signed the divorce papers Katy had handed to him. It had been four weeks since he had packed the stuff he needed from their Arkansas home and got on a plane back to L.A, it had been four weeks since Adam had taken him in, telling him that he could stay as long as he wanted.
Most people didn’t get it. The tabloids hadn’t even started the slew of “Kris Allen Divorce” before they had picked up on the fact that he has now living with Adam. To them it was something dirty; they created a reason for the divorce.
Infidelity.
Unfaithfulness.
It wasn’t true. Kris loved Adam, he loved Adam for being an amazing person, for being his best friend, he loved Adam for being himself and letting the world take what it would from that. That didn’t mean he hadn’t loved his wife. He still loved Katy. He missed her. The divorce had nothing to do with Adam and everything to do with that fact that while Kris and Katy still loved each other, they wanted different things from their lives.
Kris was ready to be a musician, ready to make the move to California, ready to see how far he could go and what changes he could make in the world. From the first moment he had set foot on that stage, not the American Idol one but the ones on tour, he had felt it. It was exhilarating and freeing like nothing in his life had ever been before.
Katy wasn’t ready. She didn’t want to be the wife of a musician. She didn’t want to put her life on hold to follow Kris around, from state to state, never settling down long enough to breathe. She had wanted a family, stability, a foundation to build a life. Not lights flashing in her eyes every time they went on a date or had to run to the store.
Kris didn’t blame her, couldn’t resent her. When he had asked her to marry him, he had wanted all the same things. He had promised her those things and he had been the one to change the path that their lives would take.
They had talked, they had tried to find a medium, tried to find a way to make it work but when it had become clear that it wasn’t, they had signed the divorce papers, called their families, and said their goodbyes to each other.
With that in mind, it should have been easy to come up with a song, something heartfelt, painful, and moving. At least something that would get rid of this tight feeling in his chest. Still, he had nothing except an army of stick figures climbing a ladder up the margin of the paper.
“Hey.” Adam smiled at him, looking happy and excited and Kris couldn’t help the answering smile that appeared, even knowing what was coming next. “So I know I said we’d hang today, and I meant it, but they want me back in the studio, some last minute thing.”
Kris shook his head; smile still in place. “No, that’s cool. I get that some people need to work harder than I do,” he shot at Adam, grinning because his record had already dropped. Promoting had been done like crazy and he was doing better than good on the charts.
Adam grinned back at him. “Well, perfection takes time. Some people don’t like to half ass things.”
“There you go, talking about my ass again.”
It was familiar, warm; the banter between them had been that way from the beginning. Adam made Kris feel braver and Kris liked to think he made Adam feel safer. Not everyone could tell their straight best friend they liked the way his ass looked in a certain pair of jeans and still have that friend around.
Kris liked to think he was special like that.
He watched Adam leave, again. He could bum around the place but since he had gotten there, Adam always seemed to be out, rushing from one party to the next, to a recording, or a show, there were signings and press.
Kris wasn’t annoyed by it, just a little let down.
He shifted back into the cushions of the big comfy chair he had claimed since moving in with Adam and went back to his stick figures. The door opened and Kris frowned, seeing that instead of Adam forgetting something, it was Adam’s ex, Brad.
Adam had given him a key to his place.
“You just missed him.”
“Well, fuck,” Brad sighed, pursing his lips and he tilted his head, studying Kris from where the other man reclined in the chair in only a pair of jeans and a dark button up t-shirt. “Well, you’ll have to do Conway. Get your shoes on and follow me.”
Kris should have said no, he should have laughed and sent Brad “Cheeks” Bell on his way to whatever crazy place he was heading. That would have been the smart thing to do. But being smart didn’t often go with being bored and Kris was really bored. So he put on his shoes and he followed Brad.