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tamingthemuseTitle: The Space In Between
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blue_icy_rose
Rating: Eventually R
Word Count: 1,120
Warnings: AU - for you'll see, lol.
Summary: After Kris lost his recording contract when he and Adam publicly came out as a couple, he went to nursing school. Now he's graduated and starting his new job in the ER, Adam's touring, and Kris is lonely. This is when he meets Dr. Jensen Ackles.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people. They belong to themselves.
Notes: I started this for a prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
aianonlovefest which is basically the summary (with the added addition that Adam finds out and well...I'm not telling what happens next, that'd spoil the fun!) but originally the doctor was supposed to be an OMC. I'm going slightly off prompt because, well, pretty. (I'm shallow.) So, no, not even close to done. Used more the meaning of the prompt with Kris's actions.
Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight
Balls of crumpled paper littered the floor and all Kris could do was glare at them, mouthing words that he refused to say out loud. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the couch with a sigh. It’d been a few days since Jensen had been over to watch movies though Jensen had sent him a text from work saying that by now he should be able to talk if he kept his voice low and only spoke for a certain amount of time. After awhile, his throat would begin to feel like it was killing him again and he’d become silent again.
He’d decided to pass the day trying to write but nothing had felt write. He’d tried focusing on lyrics only first and had given up when everything came out sounding completely cheesy or trite. He didn’t need the cliché love song or anything like that. Giving up on that, he’d tried to focus on figuring out a melody but nothing had felt right.
Kris sighed again and turned his head to glare at his guitar. Traitor.
The sound of his phone ringing jolted him from his thoughts and he frowned, glancing down at the caller ID before answering.
“Hello?” he said, voice raspy and just above a whisper.
“I feel like I’m calling a sex line when I hear your voice sounding like that. It’s slightly disturbing,” Brad told him rather than actually greeting him.
“I’m doing fine, thanks for asking, Brad.” Kris smiled a bit as he continued, “And the day I give you phone sex is the day that you decide you don’t need sparkle.”
“Well, now, that’s just cruel. Here, I was going to be nice and everything and see if you needed anything.”
Kris laughed, wincing when it turned into a cough and he clenched his eyes shut, turning his face away from the phone though he knew that wouldn’t do any good.
“Have you had tea?” Brad asked. “You should have tea. I bet it’ll help.”
Kris couldn’t help but smile again. Brad would never admit it but he could be such a mother hen sometimes. “I’m fine. I’ve got medicine and tea.”
“The special one I blended? It works wonders on a throat, Kris, just ask Sparkles,” Brad said, using the nickname he’d given Adam long ago.
“Yes, I have the special one.”
“Good. Now do me a favor and actually drink some.”
“I will,” Kris promised.
It was easy to imagine the satisfied look on Brad’s face. “Even better. And just to be sure, I’m coming over later.” Before Kris could even open his mouth, Brad added, “Don’t argue. Last time you told me you’d drink the tea and I came over to find that it was still all there.”
Kris made a face. One time and he was never allowed to live it down. He shook his head. “I’ll see you when you get here.”
“I knew you’d see it my way. That tea better not be all there when I get there!”
He swallowed and held back a laugh as he hung up and went to make some tea. Brad would definitely check.
~*~*~
The sound of Adam’s voice was something that Kris never got tired of so it really shouldn’t be a surprise that he tended to look up Adam’s performances on YouTube whenever he wanted to get a good look at Adam while he toured.
Kris closed his eyes and settled back on the bed, letting out a soft breath as he listened to the way Adam sang. He didn’t have to look at the screen to know how Adam was moving; he knew Adam’s moves very well. Thinking about it, Kris blocked out the screams and focused on Adam’s voice, thinking back to all the different times he’d heard it when Adam was focused completely on him.
“Come on,” Adam breathed against his neck.
“I can’t.” Kris gasped as Adam slid another finger in him
“You can.”
Kris groaned and spread his legs wider, lifting his hips.
Kris slid a hand down his front and lifted his hips, shoving at his pants and kicking his legs until they were pooled at his feet. Sighing in relief, Kris wrapped a hand around his dick and bit his lip to keep from crying out. Somehow, he didn’t think unable to keep quiet while jerking off would be considered an acceptable excuse for why his voice had gotten worse.
It was almost as if Kris could feel Adam’s hands on him, like he could feel his lips tracing along the area where his neck met shoulder, which seemed to be one of Adam’s favorite spots.
Kris reached out, quickly opening the nightstand and grabbed the lube. He didn’t pause before he coated a couple fingers of his other hand before dropping the lube and reaching down to slip a finger inside himself. He moaned and closed his eyes, tightening his grip slightly.
He began to pant as he slipped a second finger inside himself, scissoring his fingers to stretch himself. He thought of freckles on cheekbones and whimpered slightly as he pumped himself faster.
“Please,” he whispered, thinking of full lips that would trail down his chest and suck a hickey into his hip. Kris began to thrust himself back on his fingers and then thrusting up into his fist. Kris curled his fingers, moving his fingers, searching until he gasped, pleasure causing him to clench around his fingers.
It’d been too long since he’d felt the touch of anyone, even himself, and he just knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. He could feel himself tensing and he arched his back, pressing his head into the pillow.
He felt his orgasm rip through him as he pictured green eyes flecked with gold and he cried out as he came, pumping his hand until he had to make himself stop and he winced, feeling sensitive. Sighing, he relaxed back against the mattress before he tensed again.
Kris’s eyes shot open and he pulled his fingers out of himself, breath coming fast as guilt and panic began to take away any feeling of relaxation he’d had.
“Oh God,” he whispered, taking a deep breath.
Green eyes. He’d been thinking of green eyes and freckles, not blue eyes and freckles. He turned his head and swallowed at the image of Adam dancing on the screen. He rolled over and buried his face against Adam’s pillow, wishing with everything he was that he could still smell Adam.
But more than that, he wished the thought of Jensen had never entered his mind at a time when he should have been thinking of no one but Adam.
Author:
blue_icy_roseRating: Eventually R
Word Count: 1,120
Warnings: AU - for you'll see, lol.
Summary: After Kris lost his recording contract when he and Adam publicly came out as a couple, he went to nursing school. Now he's graduated and starting his new job in the ER, Adam's touring, and Kris is lonely. This is when he meets Dr. Jensen Ackles.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these people. They belong to themselves.
Notes: I started this for a prompt at
aianonlovefest which is basically the summary (with the added addition that Adam finds out and well...I'm not telling what happens next, that'd spoil the fun!) but originally the doctor was supposed to be an OMC. I'm going slightly off prompt because, well, pretty. (I'm shallow.) So, no, not even close to done. Used more the meaning of the prompt with Kris's actions.Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five
Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight
Balls of crumpled paper littered the floor and all Kris could do was glare at them, mouthing words that he refused to say out loud. He closed his eyes and dropped his head back against the couch with a sigh. It’d been a few days since Jensen had been over to watch movies though Jensen had sent him a text from work saying that by now he should be able to talk if he kept his voice low and only spoke for a certain amount of time. After awhile, his throat would begin to feel like it was killing him again and he’d become silent again.
He’d decided to pass the day trying to write but nothing had felt write. He’d tried focusing on lyrics only first and had given up when everything came out sounding completely cheesy or trite. He didn’t need the cliché love song or anything like that. Giving up on that, he’d tried to focus on figuring out a melody but nothing had felt right.
Kris sighed again and turned his head to glare at his guitar. Traitor.
The sound of his phone ringing jolted him from his thoughts and he frowned, glancing down at the caller ID before answering.
“Hello?” he said, voice raspy and just above a whisper.
“I feel like I’m calling a sex line when I hear your voice sounding like that. It’s slightly disturbing,” Brad told him rather than actually greeting him.
“I’m doing fine, thanks for asking, Brad.” Kris smiled a bit as he continued, “And the day I give you phone sex is the day that you decide you don’t need sparkle.”
“Well, now, that’s just cruel. Here, I was going to be nice and everything and see if you needed anything.”
Kris laughed, wincing when it turned into a cough and he clenched his eyes shut, turning his face away from the phone though he knew that wouldn’t do any good.
“Have you had tea?” Brad asked. “You should have tea. I bet it’ll help.”
Kris couldn’t help but smile again. Brad would never admit it but he could be such a mother hen sometimes. “I’m fine. I’ve got medicine and tea.”
“The special one I blended? It works wonders on a throat, Kris, just ask Sparkles,” Brad said, using the nickname he’d given Adam long ago.
“Yes, I have the special one.”
“Good. Now do me a favor and actually drink some.”
“I will,” Kris promised.
It was easy to imagine the satisfied look on Brad’s face. “Even better. And just to be sure, I’m coming over later.” Before Kris could even open his mouth, Brad added, “Don’t argue. Last time you told me you’d drink the tea and I came over to find that it was still all there.”
Kris made a face. One time and he was never allowed to live it down. He shook his head. “I’ll see you when you get here.”
“I knew you’d see it my way. That tea better not be all there when I get there!”
He swallowed and held back a laugh as he hung up and went to make some tea. Brad would definitely check.
The sound of Adam’s voice was something that Kris never got tired of so it really shouldn’t be a surprise that he tended to look up Adam’s performances on YouTube whenever he wanted to get a good look at Adam while he toured.
Kris closed his eyes and settled back on the bed, letting out a soft breath as he listened to the way Adam sang. He didn’t have to look at the screen to know how Adam was moving; he knew Adam’s moves very well. Thinking about it, Kris blocked out the screams and focused on Adam’s voice, thinking back to all the different times he’d heard it when Adam was focused completely on him.
“Come on,” Adam breathed against his neck.
“I can’t.” Kris gasped as Adam slid another finger in him
“You can.”
Kris groaned and spread his legs wider, lifting his hips.
Kris slid a hand down his front and lifted his hips, shoving at his pants and kicking his legs until they were pooled at his feet. Sighing in relief, Kris wrapped a hand around his dick and bit his lip to keep from crying out. Somehow, he didn’t think unable to keep quiet while jerking off would be considered an acceptable excuse for why his voice had gotten worse.
It was almost as if Kris could feel Adam’s hands on him, like he could feel his lips tracing along the area where his neck met shoulder, which seemed to be one of Adam’s favorite spots.
Kris reached out, quickly opening the nightstand and grabbed the lube. He didn’t pause before he coated a couple fingers of his other hand before dropping the lube and reaching down to slip a finger inside himself. He moaned and closed his eyes, tightening his grip slightly.
He began to pant as he slipped a second finger inside himself, scissoring his fingers to stretch himself. He thought of freckles on cheekbones and whimpered slightly as he pumped himself faster.
“Please,” he whispered, thinking of full lips that would trail down his chest and suck a hickey into his hip. Kris began to thrust himself back on his fingers and then thrusting up into his fist. Kris curled his fingers, moving his fingers, searching until he gasped, pleasure causing him to clench around his fingers.
It’d been too long since he’d felt the touch of anyone, even himself, and he just knew that he wasn’t going to last much longer. He could feel himself tensing and he arched his back, pressing his head into the pillow.
He felt his orgasm rip through him as he pictured green eyes flecked with gold and he cried out as he came, pumping his hand until he had to make himself stop and he winced, feeling sensitive. Sighing, he relaxed back against the mattress before he tensed again.
Kris’s eyes shot open and he pulled his fingers out of himself, breath coming fast as guilt and panic began to take away any feeling of relaxation he’d had.
“Oh God,” he whispered, taking a deep breath.
Green eyes. He’d been thinking of green eyes and freckles, not blue eyes and freckles. He turned his head and swallowed at the image of Adam dancing on the screen. He rolled over and buried his face against Adam’s pillow, wishing with everything he was that he could still smell Adam.
But more than that, he wished the thought of Jensen had never entered his mind at a time when he should have been thinking of no one but Adam.
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Date: 2010-06-13 05:34 am (UTC)