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harlequinkradamTitle: From This Day Forward
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Rating: R for sexual content
Word Count: 8353
Author's Note: I completely made up all the song titles I used in this story. Any resemblence to a real song is pure coincidence.
Prompt:
5. Kris Allen wakes up with a headache. And a ring on his finger. He’s not sure whether he should be horrified or patting himself on the back when he rolls over and discovers Adam Lambert in bed beside him.
Kris slowly opened his eyes, then quickly shut them again when the glare from the sun coming through the drapes made his head throb. His mouth felt like someone had stuffed a dirty gym sock inside it. As he started to wake up more, he noticed he was in a strange bedroom and that he was naked with no covers on. He rolled over slowly, groaning at the pain this caused in his head. He brought his left hand up to rub his temple and felt a ring bump against his head.
Kris brought his hand down and examined the ring. It was on his ring finger and it was definitely not the wedding ring he had worn when he and Katy were married. This one was a gold band with a diamond on it. His old band had been plain, with no diamond. Perplexed, Kris reached over to grab the covers and his arm hit a warm body beside him. Now Kris was getting a little nervous. He sat up in bed carefully and grabbed the sheet to cover himself. He looked to his right and saw a man lying on his stomach, as naked as Kris. He was facing away from Kris with disheveled black hair covering most of his face.
Then Kris noticed it - the ring on the other man’s left ring finger. It was an exact match to the one on Kris’ left ring finger. If Kris’ head wasn’t already throbbing, he was sure he would have developed an instant migraine. Terror soon followed. What on Earth had happened last night? Kris’ divorce from Katy had been finalized exactly one year ago yesterday and he had not been on a date in all that time. His brother Daniel, and his best friend Cale decided that it was high time he got out, met other women and started dating again. Kris had finally confided to them that he had no desire to date women, but rather would like to meet a nice man to settle down with. They had taken that in stride, having been suspicious since high school, so they dragged him kicking and screaming to Las Vegas for the weekend.
Kris remembered getting to the hotel, unpacking a bit, then hitting the casino with Cale and Daniel. They had a good time, lost a bunch on black jack, made a little on craps and pretty much had broken even. They called that a victory, being two sheets to the wind. Then they went to the auditorium for the show. They had paid out the ass for the tickets since it was Adam Lambert doing a one night gig there. Kris loved Adam’s voice and his music. He also had a crush on him - you know, the celebrity, love from afar, it’s never going to happen, if only, type of crush. Kris remembered dancing (after a few more drinks) with Cale and Daniel in front of the stage and clearly remembered Adam looking him in the eye and winking during the performance. Stage diving was involved shortly thereafter.
Once the concert was over, Kris and his companions were cordially invited to the VIP lounge to meet Adam in person. Adam had clearly decided Kris was his type. More drinking and more kissing was involved. They all had way too much to drink and things got hazier and hazier after that. The next thing Kris remembered was right now - waking up in bed with a strange, naked man.
The next order of business was going to be finding out exactly who he had gone to bed with last night. But first, nature wasn’t calling, it was shouting very loudly. Kris got up, pulled on his boxers and staggered into the bathroom to shut nature up. His head was throbbing as it was. He managed to mostly aim correctly and to wash his hands and face afterwards. Then he walked back out to the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks. Sitting up on the bed facing Kris, still completely naked, was Adam Lambert, black hair in complete disarray. He was rubbing his eyes and his temples. His head probably hurt every bit as much as Kris’.
Kris was pretty sure the matching rings they wore were part of a joke pulled on him by his brother and his best friend. He was 99.9% certain it had not been a drunken, mistaken actual marriage. But, which ever it was, he was not, not going to freak out in front of Adam Lambert. He would play it cool and act like it was just a joke and have a good laugh with his idol. As drunk as they had been last night, he was also pretty sure they hadn’t actually had sex. He was pretty sure. Although, Adam’s reputation in that department preceded him.
Kris leaned against the bathroom door frame and said, “Good morning, Adam.”
Adam’s head jerked up and he stared at Kris standing there acting completely nonchalant. “Who’re you? Wait. You’re the cute guy from the front row. Kris. With the sexy southern accent. We had drinks after the show. We must have had way too many drinks after the show. I don’t remember a thing. I don’t usually take strange men back to my room, no matter how cute they are. I’m really sorry. I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing or lead you on in any way. This wasn’t supposed to happen. God, what time is it? I have to be at the airport at 1:00 to go back to L.A. Uh, I also really need to pee.”
Kris stared at him, trying to figure out what to say that wouldn’t make him sound like a dork or sound like a disappointed dork. Adam stared at him pointedly. Finally, Kris realized that he was still standing in the bathroom doorway. “OH! Sorry!” He quickly moved out of the way and Adam practically ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Kris heard the toilet flush, then water running. Adam opened the door moments later. He had a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You know, you could aim a little better,” he suggested calmly. “By the way, why do I have a ring on my left hand?”
“Well,” Kris said with a grin, “I believe we got married last night.” He raised his own left hand and wiggled his fingers to show off his matching ring.
Kris watched the emotions play across Adam’s beautiful face. He went from perplexed to surprise to disbelief and finally settled on anger. “You fucking bastard!” he yelled, storming across the room toward Kris. “What did you do? Did you put something in one of my drinks? No wonder I can’t remember anything! Did you actually think you could get away with this, you disgusting piece of shit! Did you think last night was your really lucky night? Bag a celebrity in Vegas, then get paid millions for a divorce and to keep it quiet? Or were you just looking for a good story to sell to the tabloids? God, you are beyond disgusting, you are a repulsive fucking bottom feeder! Get out of my room! You will be hearing from my lawyers this morning! This marriage will be annulled before you can even call your friends to brag about it! Get the FUCK out of my room!” Adam was towering over Kris, screaming in his face. Kris was frozen to the spot, his mouth hanging open.
Adam turned around and grabbed his cell phone off the bedside stand and was about to call...someone when Kris finally came out of his stunned state and said, “Wait a minute! Please!”
Adam spun toward him, phone in hand. “Are you still here? I told you to get out and I meant NOW! You have exactly two seconds before I call security.” He stared daggers at Kris and tapped his bare foot on the carpet. “One, t...”
“Adam! Please! This has to be just a drunken joke played on us by my brother and my friend! I never intended to marry you or anyone else! I swear! Please believe me! I didn’t even want to come to Vegas. I can prove it if you’ll just let me get Daniel and Cale in here to explain what happened.”
Adam stared at Kris with his eyes narrowed, foot still tapping on the floor. “Put your pants on and call your friends. If this is just a joke, I might not have my bodyguards kill you. If it is a joke, it’s in pretty poor taste.”
Kris hurriedly hunted up his jeans and put them on. Adam pulled a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from his suitcase and put them on at the same time. Kris found his own shirt and put it on. He felt a lot less vulnerable with his clothes on. Adam walked into the living room and dropped down into one of the arm chairs, flinging one long leg over the arm. Kris found his cell phone and called Daniel’s number. He told Daniel that he needed him to come to Adam’s room right now and to bring Cale with him. He had to ask Adam what the room number was.
“1246,” Adam said tersely. He said nothing else after Kris hung up and they waited for Daniel and Cale. He kept his eyes on Kris with a wary, pissed off look on his face. Kris didn’t dare say anything, either, afraid he would make a very bad situation worse. He sat quietly in a matching arm chair across the room. Adam wasn’t just any man. If he wanted to, he could make Kris’ life a living hell, and right now he was beyond pissed with Kris and Daniel and Cale. He could make all their lives very, very miserable.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, there was a knock on the door. Kris stood up. Adam snapped, “Sit down. I’ll answer the door. It’s my room.” Kris sat back down hastily. Adam strode over to the door and looked out the peephole. He saw two men he vaguely recognized from last night, so he opened the door and stood aside silently and gestured for them to come in. Daniel and Cale walked in and over to Kris.
“Hey man,” Daniel said quietly, with a nervous glance at Adam who was glaring at the three of them with his arms crossed. “What’s going on?”
“Um, we,” Kris gestured to himself and Adam. “We woke up in bed together wearing matching wedding rings. Adam’s a little, um, angry about that.” Adam snorted. “What happened last night?” Kris finished.
Cale cleared his throat. “Well, you two made out a lot, got smashed and decided to get married. We tried to talk you out of it, but you both insisted. So we all took a cab to the nearest wedding place and we were the best men at your wedding at the Splendored Thing Wedding Chapel. You,” he glanced at Adam, “insisted on paying for the deluxe package, so you got matching wedding bands and we all got corsages. The minister’s wife sang ‘Endless Love’ and we had champagne toasts afterward.” Cale stopped talking because Adam was stalking toward the three of them, looking furious. They all backed up until they bumped into the bar and could back up no further.
“You mean we really are married?” Adam yanked the ring off his finger and threw it across the room, where it bounced off a painting of a tropical beach and rolled into the corner. “You let two drunken fools get married? Why didn’t you tell the minister we were too drunk to know what we were doing? You know what? I am going to let my bodyguards kill you. All of you! Jackasses!” He turned and stalked back across the room and started pacing while he pulled out his phone and called someone. “Hey. I need you to come to my room right away. There’s a...situation and I need some help with it...I’d rather not say on the phone. I’ll tell you when you get here...Thanks.” He ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket. He glanced back at the three frightened southerners and sighed.
“I’m starved. I’m going to order breakfast. Do you imbeciles want anything?” He walked over to the credenza and pulled out the room service menu. “Order whatever you want,” he said and tossed it at them.
They picked up the menu and scanned it hurriedly, then all three decided on eggs, bacon and pancakes. Adam placed their orders and added yogurt, toast and fresh fruit for himself and Lane. He also ordered orange juice and a lot of coffee. Then he went back over to his chair and resumed his former position. Kris, Daniel and Cale inched back across the room and sat down, Kris in the other chair, Daniel and Cale on the couch. The three of them looked like frightened statues, not daring to move.
“So, which one of you put something in one of my drinks?” Adam asked after a couple of minutes. “I have gotten totally smashed too many times to count, quite a few of those times right here in Vegas and I never, never got married, or forgot an entire night. The last thing I remember is the three of you joining me in the VIP room. After that, nothing until this morning when I woke up.” Adam scowled at poor Daniel and Cale. “Which one of you thought that was a good idea? Is it your idea of a joke to drug your friend and a stranger and let them get married? Were you hoping to get something out of the situation? Because, trust me, the only thing you will get out of me is my boot up your ass right before I throw you off the balcony. The 12-floor drop will give you plenty of time to rethink your decision.”
Daniel and Cale both hurriedly assured Adam that neither one of them had drugged anyone’s drinks. They had tried very hard to stop the wedding, but both Adam and Kris had refused to listen, so they went along with them to be witnesses when Kris had insisted on that, too.
Thankfully, there was a knock at the door just then. All four men stood up. “For fuck’s sake! Sit down! This is my room! I’ll answer the door!” Adam shot them all a disgusted look and hurried to the door while the other three quickly sat back down. He came back over with an attractive, efficient looking woman in jeans and a lavender twin set. All three southerners jumped back up at the presence of a lady. Adam huffed in irritation and they sat back down in unison. They were beginning to feel like three little jack-in-the-boxes.
“This is my manager, Lane. She can help us, if anyone can. I’ll let you tell her what happened, since I don’t remember.” The three men all started to talk at once, but stopped abruptly when Adam took a step forward. He pointed at Cale. “You! You talk, and only you! Start from where you dragged your friend here to Vegas.”
“Yes sir,” Cale said. He took a deep breath and started from when Kris got divorced last year. He didn’t stop until he got to the phone call from Kris this morning, telling them to come to Adam’s room. “To be honest, ma’am, we were all pretty smashed. Kris and, um, Adam seemed more out of it than Daniel and I, but I was drunk, so what do I know.”
“Not nearly enough,” Adam growled. He turned to Lane. “How fast can we get this annulled? I realize we’re going to miss our flight back to L.A., but I think I can reschedule the studio time I had booked for tomorrow.”
Lane said, “Let me check with a couple of people and see what needs to be done here. I’ll let you know in just a few minutes.” She walked into the bedroom and shut the door for some privacy. Adam got on his phone and called L.A. to rebook the studio time. Kris, Daniel and Cale sat and twiddled their thumbs.
After about 30 minutes, Lane came back out of the bedroom. She did not look happy. Adam stopped pacing and looked at her while holding his breath. He wasn’t expecting good news from the expression on her face. “Adam, I’m afraid I have bad news. Nevada changed their marriage laws last month. They did it in order to prevent so many marriages taking place while the participants are drunk, then wanting immediate divorces after they sober up. If you get married in Las Vegas now, you have to live together here in Las Vegas for no less than three months. You have to live in an apartment or a house, not a hotel. It has to be a permanent residence. After that three months, you can be granted a divorce, no questions asked.”
The room erupted into chaos, with everyone talking and yelling at once. All of Adam’s anger was directed at Kris, and especially Daniel and Cale, whom he blamed for not stopping the wedding, as well as pointing a lot of his frustration toward Lane, begging her to ~do something~. Kris was also focusing his anger at Daniel and Cale for dragging him to Vegas against his will. In addition, Kris apologized profusely and frequently to Adam for getting him into this mess.
Finally, the cacophony was interrupted by breakfast arriving. Lane got the door and let the waiter wheel in the cart. After he left with a hefty tip, Lane said, “Guys, there is absolutely nothing I can do to change this. Adam and Kris will have to spend the next three months here is Las Vegas, living together. There is no way around that fact. If you will listen, I have more to tell you. Why don’t we all sit down and eat breakfast?” Adam dropped back into his usual chair, Lane took the other chair and Kris, Daniel and Cale sat on the couch. Adam immediately got back up and headed for the bar.
“I need a drink - a big one. I’m going to make mimosas. Lane, can I get you something? The rest of you douchebags can get your own.” Lane said mimosas sounded good and Adam grabbed a bottle of champagne. The other three didn’t dare move. “Oh, come on, don’t be ridiculous. What the hell do you want to drink? I’ll bring it over for you, you wusses.” Three beers. So, everyone was set and they all looked at Lane expectantly as they began to eat.
“Adam, I spoke to your lawyers and they have hired a private detective to investigate the lounge you were in last night. We agreed that something isn’t right. I know you well enough to know you never lose an entire night, no matter how drunk you get. You know your limits and always stop before you get to that point. The fact that Kris doesn’t remember last night either adds to the suspicions. There is a good possibility that there was foul play involved. To what end, I don’t know. The lawyers will let us know as soon as they find out anything from the detective.
“The next order of business is to make sure this is a real marriage and that you have an actual marriage certificate filed with the courts here in LV.”
Daniel broke in to say, “I have a copy of the marriage certificate. Kris made me carry it so he wouldn’t lose it. It’s in my room. I can go get it.” Everyone agreed that was a good idea, so Daniel left.
Lane continued, “I started the ball rolling on finding you both a place to stay for the next three months. Actually, that is priority number one since your three months don’t begin until you have a permanent residence here in LV. The sooner we find you a house or apartment to rent, the better for both of you.” She and Adam discussed what he wanted in a rental. He wanted three bedrooms, minimum; a pool if at all possible and as much privacy as they could get. Lane smiled and said she had already guessed those would be his minimum requirements and had told the realtor what to look for. She expected to hear back shortly and they could go house hunting later.
“I also managed to book some studio time for you here. It’s not as much time as you had in L.A., but it’s better than nothing. I called your mother and explained the situation. Neil was with her and apparently thinks this is the funniest thing ever. Expect some raunchy texts and phone calls.” She rolled her eyes. “You mother said she will take care of your house while you’re stuck here.
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Lane was extremely efficient and things fell into place quickly and neatly. Adam had to look at only four houses that day before he found what he was looking for. It was a split-level in a small cul-de-sac with a large pool in the back yard, which was entirely enclosed by a 10-foot high fence. The house had three bedrooms and a two-car garage. It would be possible for both of them to come and go almost undetected. Adam had wanted a third bedroom to turn into an office. He dragged Kris with him to shop for furniture to rent for the house. He still wasn’t too fond of Kris for his part in this debacle, but his innate good nature wouldn’t let him be a total bitch about it all.
Kris wasn’t that hard to please and soon had his bedroom furniture picked out, along with a desk and chair for his half of the office. Adam took much longer to pick out his bedroom and office furniture, then made Kris help him pick out the living room and kitchen furniture. Kris wasn’t much help, since he didn’t really care as long as it was comfortable and wasn’t overly garish. Besides, he kept reminding Adam, it was only for three months. It really didn’t matter that much. Adam was too picky to pay attention to that advice. They finally compromised on a sectional sofa done in dark red, two recliners in black, and brass and glass coffee table and end tables. Kris did most of the compromising, just saying yes to whatever Adam liked. The kitchen furniture was a little easier to pick out. With various odds and ends, like lamps added, it took over 6 hours before Adam was satisfied. Kris was exhausted, but shopping only seemed to energize Adam.
Kris would be able to go outside and walk around the neighborhood, while that was not an option for Adam, since he was so well known. So Adam wanted to use one corner of the living room as an exercise area. He asked Kris what type of exercise equipment he wanted. Kris was used to walking as exercise and didn’t even know what half of the stuff was, so Adam basically picked out all the exercise equipment. Another two hours down the drain, Kris thought tiredly. Finally, about 9pm, they had it all set for delivery in two days.
They would spend the next two days at the hotel, then move into the split-level and start their mandatory three-month waiting period. Adam wasn’t thrilled about the situation, but he was beginning to see it as an adventure rather than one of the levels of hell. Both men called home and had their mothers pack up clothes and various other necessities and other items to send to them. When Adam found out that Kris worked at a local music store in a small town in Arkansas, he insisted on paying for the shipping costs for his things. Everything was set to arrive at the house in two days.
Daniel and Cale had tried to get Adam to let them move in for the duration, but Adam quickly squashed that idea. “Are you out of your minds? You idiots are probably the reason we’re in this mess. I don’t want you any where around me. Go back to Arkansas. Preferably on the next bus.”
Adam and Kris barely saw each other for the next two days. Kris, Daniel and Cale spent their time exploring the city and doing some more gambling. None of them had a lot of money to lose, so they mostly played the slots, coming out a few hundred dollars in the hole by the time the two days were over. They rarely drank, and then only one or two drinks at a time. They mostly stuck to water or soda.
Adam spent the two days working out the details with his record label for doing some recording in Las Vegas over the next three months. His third album was due for release in five months and he needed all the studio time he could get. His manager at RCA even floated the suggestion that they push back the release date a month or so, but Adam was determined to make the original deadline. They worked out having some producers and songwriters he had been working with fly to Vegas to work with him over the next several weeks.
Kris and Adam saw each other for dinner both nights. They ordered room service in Adam’s suite. Daniel and Cale were reluctantly invited, too. Adam wanted to get to know Kris a bit, so the next three months wouldn’t be too hard on either one of them. Kris also told Adam that he was just as responsible for this situation as anyone, so he insisted on paying his own way. He found a job with a construction company and was able to pay half of the expenses for the house. Two days later, they moved in together.
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The two weeks after they moved into the rental house were very busy. Everything had to be set up and unpacked. Both their mothers flew to Vegas to help with everything. Their mothers got along like they had known each other all their lives. They were a big help since Kris started his job the day after they moved in. He left at 7am and didn’t get back until 6pm. Adam’s schedule was much more flexible. He wasn’t able to book as much studio time as he wanted, so he had more free time.
Finally, two weeks and two days after they got married, the house was all put together and everything was unpacked. Adam and Kris worked out a schedule. Adam would make breakfast, since he was good at that. They got lunch on their own since they both worked during the day, and Kris would make dinner. Very occasionally, they would go out to dinner or go see a movie, just to break the monotony of being cooped up in the house. But they only went to out-of-the-way places where Adam wasn’t likely to be recognized. Mostly, they stayed home. Kris felt guilty about the fact that he was free to leave the house and explore or just go for a walk, while Adam was a virtual prisoner in the house, so he rarely went outside, either.
One day, Kris came home from work and Adam was no where to be found. Kris finally checked the pool out back. Adam was just finishing a swim and as Kris walked out, Adam climbed up out of the pool, tossing his head to the side to get his wet hair out of his face. He was totally naked. Kris could only gape. Adam was so gorgeous. Adam spied Kris standing there with his mouth hanging open. “See something you like?” he inquired without much heat. He picked up his towel and proceeded to dry himself off without making any effort to cover himself up. He finally put on his shorts and grabbed a fresh towel to dry his hair.
Adam had no problem with nudity. Besides, he figured, Kris had already seen him naked the morning they woke up together. However, that morning, Kris had been focused on other things rather than Adam’s naked body. Yes, he had seen Adam naked, but now he was actually seeing him naked. It was impressive. And gape-worthy. He was disappointed when Adam pulled his shorts on. Adam walked up to him and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed the show. Maybe you’ll return the favor someday?” Then he calmly walked into the house and went to fix his hair and change his clothes. Kris felt the strangest fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach. Had Adam Lambert just propositioned him? He hoped so. Wait! No! That was wrong! He was trying to stay away from Adam and those feelings. It had led to no good the first time. Hadn’t it? Kris had a hard time concentrating as he made dinner that night.
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Five weeks after the wedding, the private detective finally sent his report to Adam’s lawyers. He had interviewed the staff at the lounge and had discovered that one of the waiters had been given a two hundred dollar tip to drug Adam and Kris’ drinks. He said he had never met the man before and had never seen him in the lounge since. He gave the detective’s artist a fairly decent sketch to work from. After showing it around three quarters of the Las Vegas casinos and bars, he finally got a hit. His name was Jackson Todd and he was a reporter for the tabloid, Celebrity News. It was just about the sleaziest tabloid out there.
The detective went to visit Mr. Todd, taking the waiter with him for positive identification, and confronted him about what he had done. Todd admitted to bribing the waiter, but said the drug was harmless, it was similar to GHB and all it did was make the drugee lose his inhibitions and also lose time. He had intended to snap pictures of Adam in compromising positions for the tabloid. But all Adam and Kris had done was kiss. He figured the waiter hadn’t actually dosed them at all and left the lounge without a story. The detective didn’t tell him what he had missed. However, both Adam and Kris were relieved to find out that they had been drugged, not just drunk out of their minds. Daniel and Cale were also off the hook.
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A week later, Kris came home to find Adam sitting in the middle of the living room floor with wadded up pieces of paper surrounding him like an origami moat. Adam had a pad of paper in his hand and was writing furiously on it, while muttering under his breath. “What’s the matter?” Kris asked.
Adam glanced up distractedly and said, “I’m trying to get this damn song to come out right. It just won’t.” Kris picked up several pieces of the wadded-up paper and sat on the couch. He opened them one by one and read them. They were all attempts to write a song about falling in love and being too afraid of rejection to do anything about it. Most of it was really good. A few parts did need work, though. Kris spoke without thinking and said, “What if, here, where you say ‘like the stab of a knife’, you make it ‘like the thrust of a sword’?”
Adam stopped writing and snatched the paper away from Kris. He read the words and jumped up. “That’s it exactly! That’s perfect! Then two lines later, I can rhyme it with ‘Can I take you at your word?’ You’re a genius!” Suddenly, Kris found himself up off the couch with Adam’s arms wrapped around him, being crushed in a big hug. Adam let him go with a laugh. “Sorry. I get a little carried away when I’m writing. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’m fine,” Kris responded with a grin. “I get the same way when I’m writing a song.”
Adam’s eyes widened. “You write songs? Have I ever heard any of them?”
Kris blushed and looked down, scuffing the toe of his sneaker across the carpet. “Well, you probably heard of ‘A Matter of Inches’. I wrote that.”
Adam totally squealed. “You did not!! You’re that Kris Allen?!? I absolutely love that song! It should have won the Grammy for Song of the Year this year. You were robbed!”
Kris looked up in surprise. “But you won the Grammy for ‘In or Out’.”
“So? That doesn’t mean I deserved to win. You definitely deserved the Grammy. I remember saying that in my acceptance speech. I had no idea you were the Kris Allen! You wrote ‘It’s Pouring Rain’ and ‘Somebody Save Me’, too. Wow, no wonder you took one look at my pathetic attempt and knew exactly what the song needed.” Adam was smiling and practically vibrating with excitement and professional respect for Kris.
Kris laughed. “Hey, man. You are just as good a song writer as I am. Sometimes it just takes a fresh set of eyes to break the writer’s block. I love ‘In or Out’ and ‘Is It Just Me’. You deserved a Grammy for that one, too.”
Adam tilted his head, “What do you say about collaborating on this song? I’ve been working on it for almost two weeks and can’t seem to get it right. I would really appreciate your help. Of course, you’d get writing credit for it and maybe a Grammy, since we’re both such spectacular song writers,” he said with a grin.
Kris like this idea, so he quickly made spaghetti for dinner and they left the dishes in the sink so they could get back to the song. Kris ran into his bedroom and brought out his guitar, a necessity for him when he was writing songs. Adam had been in such a state when they moved in, that he hadn’t even registered that Kris’ mom had brought two of his guitars when she flew out to Las Vegas. “Oh, man! You play guitar, too? I wish I could play piano, but I’m too impatient to sit still long enough to learn. That is so cool.”
Kris blushed again and ducked his head. “Uh, actually, I play piano, too.”
Adam was flabbergasted. It took him several minutes to calm down enough so they could get to work on the song. Adam already had the melody and the title - ‘Love Alarm’ and had been working on the words, but kept getting stuck. With both of them working on it, they had the entire song fleshed out in just over an hour and a half. Kris’ input was invaluable to Adam, because it was a fresh set of eyes and ears. Finally, Kris played through the song one last time, singing the words they had co-written. It was perfect, just what Adam had envisioned when he started writing it. He was also more than a little impressed with Kris’ voice. “You are an amazing singer. You should have a contract. Have you ever tried to go for it? Singer-song writers are what’s hot right now. You’d be great.”
Kris said he’d thought about it, but he’d been married and had felt he needed to concentrate on his marriage rather than following a crazy dream of being a singer. He’d taken the job in the local music store and had been giving guitar and piano lessons on the side to supplement his income. He’d written several songs that he had been able to sell through his boss’s connections in L.A., so he had a small reputation as a song writer, but he considered that just a side venture, not a viable career.
The two of them talked for a long time about music, song writing and singing. Kris and a couple of his friends had a small band and played local gigs, but that was the extent of his experience on that side of the music business. Adam told Kris about his years in musical theater, working on a cruise ship, the fun he had doing the Zodiac Show, and finally taking the plunge and auditioning for American Idol. Kris knew Adam had come in second to Allison Iraheta, but his career had skyrocketed afterwards. He had just finished his second successful world tour six months ago and was now working hard on his third album. Adam had Kris in stitches telling him stories about his tours and the band.
The two newlyweds spent quite a while talking about other things as well. Kris was much less open than Adam, so Adam did most of the talking, but he managed to draw Kris out a lot more than Kris realized. They found out they had both loved music all their lives, had been miserable in school because they were closeted, had come out to their family and friends without causing any trouble and were now happy with their sexuality. They both loved old movies and had the same taste in television shows. Kris admitted to having a celebrity crush on Adam and that was why he had finally let Daniel and Cale drag him here to Vegas.
Kris also told Adam about marrying his high-school sweetheart because that’s what you did in Conway, Arkansas. He and Katy had married a year after they graduated and had been married for three years before Kris finally admitted to himself that he really was gay. He had broken the news to Katy who wasn’t very surprised. Neither were his family or friends. They had pretty much figured it out when he was a teenager. They had decided to wait for him to figure it out on his own. Adam’s coming-out story was pretty much the same, minus the marrying your high-school girlfriend part.
Without realizing it, several hours had passed and the two were really enjoying getting to know each other. They were also getting tired and silly, since it was almost one in the morning. Thankfully, the next day was Saturday and neither one had to go to work. Finally, Adam asked, “What is the craziest song you’ve ever written or tried to write? When I was twelve or thirteen, I tired to write one about this boy I liked at school. It was the worst piece of crap ever. It ended up being the sappiest love poem ever written, all about French kissing and sneaking behind the bleachers to make out during Homecoming.”
Kris snickered. “I tried to write a love song to Katy when I was fourteen. It all rhymed, but it was like something a first-grader had written because I was trying so hard to get the lines to rhyme just so. You know, flowers and towers, hair and share, kiss and bliss. It was horrible. I showed it to Katy after we got engaged and she couldn’t hold back her laughter. She was laughing so hard, she was crying. My ego took a big hit that day.”
Somehow, they decided to write the worst song ever right then. There were just a few rules - it absolutely had to rhyme and had to include the words rainbow and kitten. It also had to have three verses and a chorus. The idea was that one of them would sing the first verse, then they would harmonize on the chorus. Then for the second verse, the other one would sing and on the third verse, they would both sing. Kris grabbed his guitar and started picking out a melody. Adam egged him on and added a few touches here and there, like make that part faster, maybe it could go a little higher at the end of the chorus.
Adam started getting the melody in his head and began to write random phrase down that fit the melody. After they were satisfied with the melody, they both went to work on the lyrics. After much laughter and friendly bickering, the song was done. Adam decided it should be performed properly, so he ran into the kitchen and came back with a kitchen stool for Kris to sit on while he played his guitar. He also brought a spatula back for himself to use as a microphone. It started out pretty good, with Adam doing the first verse and Kris joining him on the chorus. But when it was Kris turn to sing the second verse, he made it to “Because I’m so smitten with my little blonde kitten,” he lost it and fell off his stool in a heap of laughter.
“I’m...I’m sorry! I can’t do it!...Too funny!” Adam reached down and whacked him upside the head with the spatula before he, too collapsed on the floor in a fit of laugher beside Kris. They were literally rolling on the floor, laughing. It was several minutes before the two could breathe properly and both had tears running down their cheeks from the laughter. They ended up with Adam on his back, arms above his head, and Kris with his head on Adam’s chest and his arm draped across Adam’s stomach.
As their breathing calmed and their silliness abated, they both realized what position they were in. Adam didn’t care, Kris was more self-conscious, but was too tired to move, so he hoped Adam didn’t mind. Adam put his fears to rest when he brought his right arm down and put it around Kris’ waist and kissed him on the top of the head. “I haven’t had this much fun since I was on tour. I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m too tired to move and I like having you lying on top of me.”
Kris grinned like a fool and snuggled closer to Adam. “I’ve never been more comfortable,” he told Adam
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After that night, there was a definite change between the two men. They no longer felt like strangers and Kris wasn’t afraid of doing something that would offend Adam. They spent as much time together as possible.
Three days after their night of silliness, Kris came home to find an upright piano in one corner of the living room. Adam grinned when he noticed it. “I thought you could use that to help us write songs, as well as your guitar. Besides, I really want to hear you play.” Kris was too choked up to answer. He just smiled and sat down to play.
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One night a couple of weeks later, Kris came home one Friday evening and Adam was all dressed up to go out. Kris assumed he had some music function to go to, or a dinner meeting with his management. But Adam smiled and told Kris to get in the shower and put his best clothes on, they were going out. He refused to tell Kris where they were going, so Kris hurried to take his shower and change. When he came out of the shower, Adam was sitting on his bed. Kris had his towel over his head and nothing else on. Adam whistled. Kris snatched the towel off his head and started at Adam, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist. “What the hell, man? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Adam grinned. “I just thought I’d waited long enough for you to return the favor. I enjoyed the show, although it was a little quick. You need to work on that.” He jumped up and left Kris to finish drying off and get dressed. Kris just shook his head. Adam was always full of surprises and Kris never knew what he would do next.
It turned out that Adam had rented out an entire theater for just the two of them (and his body guards who sat discreetly in the back row). It was a private showing of the summer’s biggest blockbuster. Afterwards, they went to a small French restaurant for a private dinner in a private room. Kris was stunned. “Are you wining and dining me? Is this an actual date?”
“Would you be upset if the answer to both was ‘Yes’?” Adam countered.
“Um, no, not at all. I’d be flattered.”
“Good. Because the answer to both is yes,” Adam said with his stunning smile.
After dinner, they two were driven back to the house and were alone again. Adam said, “This is the end of the date and this is where we’re supposed to kiss. Is that all right?” Kris could only nod and Adam pulled him in for a sweet, gentle kiss. Kris leaned up for another one and this one was longer and deeper. One thing led to another, and they ended up in Adam’s bed, naked, with Adam’s lips wrapped around Kris’ cock. Later, Kris returned the favor. That was just the beginning of the night of passion for them. Adam couldn't keep his eyes off Kris' body. "So beautiful," he murmured several times. They were both boneless and sated by the time they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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Soon, there were only two weeks left before the divorce. Kris and Adam rarely spent a night alone in separate beds. Both were wondering what was going to happen when the next two weeks was up, but neither wanted to be the one to spoil what had grown between them. This time, though, it was Kris who finally spoke up. He decided he couldn’t take the suspense and anxiety any more.
“Adam,” he asked over dinner, “What are we going to do when the three-month waiting period is up next week? Are we still getting a divorce and you move back to L.A. and I go back to Arkansas?”
Adam slowly raised his head, “I don’t know, Kris. This was never supposed to happen. I wasn’t planning on getting serious with anyone, let alone getting married, for quite a while yet. But I’m not sure I want to leave you. I’m not sure I can leave you. I don’t think my life will be the same without you. In fact, I know it won’t. It will be a lot emptier and lonelier. But I can’t ask you to uproot your life in Arkansas and follow me to L.A. I live a crazy life that doesn’t leave a lot of time to spend with a boyfriend or a husband. I don’t think it’s fair to ask you to accept that life and then leave you home by yourself for months at a time. I’m always going to industry affairs and meetings and promotional gigs. It’s...it’s just crazy. But I love it all. I love my life. You’d be better off back in Arkansas.” Adam lowered his head, but Kris could see the tears leaking from his eyes.
“Adam, I don’t care what’s involved. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. There. I’ve said it and I mean it. You can have the craziest life ever, but I don’t care. As long as you let me be a part of it, I want to be in your life.”
Adam looked back up at Kris with shining eyes and whispered, “I love you, too, Kristopher.” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and said, “I’d ask you to marry me, but that’s a moot point now.” His radiant smile was back and he stood up and came around to Kris’ chair. He pulled Kris up and kissed him breathless. “There will always be a place for you in my life. I will make as much time for you as humanly possible in my crazy life. Plus, we could be a formidable writing team and you could be my opening act when I go on tour!”
Kris laughed. “Slow down, crazy man! I will take any time you can give me and I promise not to complain when you can’t give me as much as I want, because I want it all. As far as touring with you, I’m not a professional singer and that’s just, well that’s just not going to happen. But I think our happily ever after just started. Wait until you tell Lane. This time, she just might have a stroke.” He was grinning like an idiot, with tears in his eyes.
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Lane took it like a trooper. Adam gave her a big raise.
Adam and Kris sued the tabloid and the reporter and ended up owning the paper. They promptly shut it down.
Adam’s fans were ecstatic that he had found mister right and had gotten married. The bizarre story of their nuptials made them both a hit on the talk show circuit.
Kris did open for Adam’s next tour and the crowds loved him. He got his own recording contract and his debut album was a huge hit.
Adam and Kris won the Grammy for ‘Love Alarm’.
Author:
jeweledvixenRating: R for sexual content
Word Count: 8353
Author's Note: I completely made up all the song titles I used in this story. Any resemblence to a real song is pure coincidence.
Prompt:
5. Kris Allen wakes up with a headache. And a ring on his finger. He’s not sure whether he should be horrified or patting himself on the back when he rolls over and discovers Adam Lambert in bed beside him.
Kris slowly opened his eyes, then quickly shut them again when the glare from the sun coming through the drapes made his head throb. His mouth felt like someone had stuffed a dirty gym sock inside it. As he started to wake up more, he noticed he was in a strange bedroom and that he was naked with no covers on. He rolled over slowly, groaning at the pain this caused in his head. He brought his left hand up to rub his temple and felt a ring bump against his head.
Kris brought his hand down and examined the ring. It was on his ring finger and it was definitely not the wedding ring he had worn when he and Katy were married. This one was a gold band with a diamond on it. His old band had been plain, with no diamond. Perplexed, Kris reached over to grab the covers and his arm hit a warm body beside him. Now Kris was getting a little nervous. He sat up in bed carefully and grabbed the sheet to cover himself. He looked to his right and saw a man lying on his stomach, as naked as Kris. He was facing away from Kris with disheveled black hair covering most of his face.
Then Kris noticed it - the ring on the other man’s left ring finger. It was an exact match to the one on Kris’ left ring finger. If Kris’ head wasn’t already throbbing, he was sure he would have developed an instant migraine. Terror soon followed. What on Earth had happened last night? Kris’ divorce from Katy had been finalized exactly one year ago yesterday and he had not been on a date in all that time. His brother Daniel, and his best friend Cale decided that it was high time he got out, met other women and started dating again. Kris had finally confided to them that he had no desire to date women, but rather would like to meet a nice man to settle down with. They had taken that in stride, having been suspicious since high school, so they dragged him kicking and screaming to Las Vegas for the weekend.
Kris remembered getting to the hotel, unpacking a bit, then hitting the casino with Cale and Daniel. They had a good time, lost a bunch on black jack, made a little on craps and pretty much had broken even. They called that a victory, being two sheets to the wind. Then they went to the auditorium for the show. They had paid out the ass for the tickets since it was Adam Lambert doing a one night gig there. Kris loved Adam’s voice and his music. He also had a crush on him - you know, the celebrity, love from afar, it’s never going to happen, if only, type of crush. Kris remembered dancing (after a few more drinks) with Cale and Daniel in front of the stage and clearly remembered Adam looking him in the eye and winking during the performance. Stage diving was involved shortly thereafter.
Once the concert was over, Kris and his companions were cordially invited to the VIP lounge to meet Adam in person. Adam had clearly decided Kris was his type. More drinking and more kissing was involved. They all had way too much to drink and things got hazier and hazier after that. The next thing Kris remembered was right now - waking up in bed with a strange, naked man.
The next order of business was going to be finding out exactly who he had gone to bed with last night. But first, nature wasn’t calling, it was shouting very loudly. Kris got up, pulled on his boxers and staggered into the bathroom to shut nature up. His head was throbbing as it was. He managed to mostly aim correctly and to wash his hands and face afterwards. Then he walked back out to the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks. Sitting up on the bed facing Kris, still completely naked, was Adam Lambert, black hair in complete disarray. He was rubbing his eyes and his temples. His head probably hurt every bit as much as Kris’.
Kris was pretty sure the matching rings they wore were part of a joke pulled on him by his brother and his best friend. He was 99.9% certain it had not been a drunken, mistaken actual marriage. But, which ever it was, he was not, not going to freak out in front of Adam Lambert. He would play it cool and act like it was just a joke and have a good laugh with his idol. As drunk as they had been last night, he was also pretty sure they hadn’t actually had sex. He was pretty sure. Although, Adam’s reputation in that department preceded him.
Kris leaned against the bathroom door frame and said, “Good morning, Adam.”
Adam’s head jerked up and he stared at Kris standing there acting completely nonchalant. “Who’re you? Wait. You’re the cute guy from the front row. Kris. With the sexy southern accent. We had drinks after the show. We must have had way too many drinks after the show. I don’t remember a thing. I don’t usually take strange men back to my room, no matter how cute they are. I’m really sorry. I hope I didn’t do anything embarrassing or lead you on in any way. This wasn’t supposed to happen. God, what time is it? I have to be at the airport at 1:00 to go back to L.A. Uh, I also really need to pee.”
Kris stared at him, trying to figure out what to say that wouldn’t make him sound like a dork or sound like a disappointed dork. Adam stared at him pointedly. Finally, Kris realized that he was still standing in the bathroom doorway. “OH! Sorry!” He quickly moved out of the way and Adam practically ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. Kris heard the toilet flush, then water running. Adam opened the door moments later. He had a towel wrapped around his waist.
“You know, you could aim a little better,” he suggested calmly. “By the way, why do I have a ring on my left hand?”
“Well,” Kris said with a grin, “I believe we got married last night.” He raised his own left hand and wiggled his fingers to show off his matching ring.
Kris watched the emotions play across Adam’s beautiful face. He went from perplexed to surprise to disbelief and finally settled on anger. “You fucking bastard!” he yelled, storming across the room toward Kris. “What did you do? Did you put something in one of my drinks? No wonder I can’t remember anything! Did you actually think you could get away with this, you disgusting piece of shit! Did you think last night was your really lucky night? Bag a celebrity in Vegas, then get paid millions for a divorce and to keep it quiet? Or were you just looking for a good story to sell to the tabloids? God, you are beyond disgusting, you are a repulsive fucking bottom feeder! Get out of my room! You will be hearing from my lawyers this morning! This marriage will be annulled before you can even call your friends to brag about it! Get the FUCK out of my room!” Adam was towering over Kris, screaming in his face. Kris was frozen to the spot, his mouth hanging open.
Adam turned around and grabbed his cell phone off the bedside stand and was about to call...someone when Kris finally came out of his stunned state and said, “Wait a minute! Please!”
Adam spun toward him, phone in hand. “Are you still here? I told you to get out and I meant NOW! You have exactly two seconds before I call security.” He stared daggers at Kris and tapped his bare foot on the carpet. “One, t...”
“Adam! Please! This has to be just a drunken joke played on us by my brother and my friend! I never intended to marry you or anyone else! I swear! Please believe me! I didn’t even want to come to Vegas. I can prove it if you’ll just let me get Daniel and Cale in here to explain what happened.”
Adam stared at Kris with his eyes narrowed, foot still tapping on the floor. “Put your pants on and call your friends. If this is just a joke, I might not have my bodyguards kill you. If it is a joke, it’s in pretty poor taste.”
Kris hurriedly hunted up his jeans and put them on. Adam pulled a pair of jeans and a t-shirt from his suitcase and put them on at the same time. Kris found his own shirt and put it on. He felt a lot less vulnerable with his clothes on. Adam walked into the living room and dropped down into one of the arm chairs, flinging one long leg over the arm. Kris found his cell phone and called Daniel’s number. He told Daniel that he needed him to come to Adam’s room right now and to bring Cale with him. He had to ask Adam what the room number was.
“1246,” Adam said tersely. He said nothing else after Kris hung up and they waited for Daniel and Cale. He kept his eyes on Kris with a wary, pissed off look on his face. Kris didn’t dare say anything, either, afraid he would make a very bad situation worse. He sat quietly in a matching arm chair across the room. Adam wasn’t just any man. If he wanted to, he could make Kris’ life a living hell, and right now he was beyond pissed with Kris and Daniel and Cale. He could make all their lives very, very miserable.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, there was a knock on the door. Kris stood up. Adam snapped, “Sit down. I’ll answer the door. It’s my room.” Kris sat back down hastily. Adam strode over to the door and looked out the peephole. He saw two men he vaguely recognized from last night, so he opened the door and stood aside silently and gestured for them to come in. Daniel and Cale walked in and over to Kris.
“Hey man,” Daniel said quietly, with a nervous glance at Adam who was glaring at the three of them with his arms crossed. “What’s going on?”
“Um, we,” Kris gestured to himself and Adam. “We woke up in bed together wearing matching wedding rings. Adam’s a little, um, angry about that.” Adam snorted. “What happened last night?” Kris finished.
Cale cleared his throat. “Well, you two made out a lot, got smashed and decided to get married. We tried to talk you out of it, but you both insisted. So we all took a cab to the nearest wedding place and we were the best men at your wedding at the Splendored Thing Wedding Chapel. You,” he glanced at Adam, “insisted on paying for the deluxe package, so you got matching wedding bands and we all got corsages. The minister’s wife sang ‘Endless Love’ and we had champagne toasts afterward.” Cale stopped talking because Adam was stalking toward the three of them, looking furious. They all backed up until they bumped into the bar and could back up no further.
“You mean we really are married?” Adam yanked the ring off his finger and threw it across the room, where it bounced off a painting of a tropical beach and rolled into the corner. “You let two drunken fools get married? Why didn’t you tell the minister we were too drunk to know what we were doing? You know what? I am going to let my bodyguards kill you. All of you! Jackasses!” He turned and stalked back across the room and started pacing while he pulled out his phone and called someone. “Hey. I need you to come to my room right away. There’s a...situation and I need some help with it...I’d rather not say on the phone. I’ll tell you when you get here...Thanks.” He ended the call and put the phone back in his pocket. He glanced back at the three frightened southerners and sighed.
“I’m starved. I’m going to order breakfast. Do you imbeciles want anything?” He walked over to the credenza and pulled out the room service menu. “Order whatever you want,” he said and tossed it at them.
They picked up the menu and scanned it hurriedly, then all three decided on eggs, bacon and pancakes. Adam placed their orders and added yogurt, toast and fresh fruit for himself and Lane. He also ordered orange juice and a lot of coffee. Then he went back over to his chair and resumed his former position. Kris, Daniel and Cale inched back across the room and sat down, Kris in the other chair, Daniel and Cale on the couch. The three of them looked like frightened statues, not daring to move.
“So, which one of you put something in one of my drinks?” Adam asked after a couple of minutes. “I have gotten totally smashed too many times to count, quite a few of those times right here in Vegas and I never, never got married, or forgot an entire night. The last thing I remember is the three of you joining me in the VIP room. After that, nothing until this morning when I woke up.” Adam scowled at poor Daniel and Cale. “Which one of you thought that was a good idea? Is it your idea of a joke to drug your friend and a stranger and let them get married? Were you hoping to get something out of the situation? Because, trust me, the only thing you will get out of me is my boot up your ass right before I throw you off the balcony. The 12-floor drop will give you plenty of time to rethink your decision.”
Daniel and Cale both hurriedly assured Adam that neither one of them had drugged anyone’s drinks. They had tried very hard to stop the wedding, but both Adam and Kris had refused to listen, so they went along with them to be witnesses when Kris had insisted on that, too.
Thankfully, there was a knock at the door just then. All four men stood up. “For fuck’s sake! Sit down! This is my room! I’ll answer the door!” Adam shot them all a disgusted look and hurried to the door while the other three quickly sat back down. He came back over with an attractive, efficient looking woman in jeans and a lavender twin set. All three southerners jumped back up at the presence of a lady. Adam huffed in irritation and they sat back down in unison. They were beginning to feel like three little jack-in-the-boxes.
“This is my manager, Lane. She can help us, if anyone can. I’ll let you tell her what happened, since I don’t remember.” The three men all started to talk at once, but stopped abruptly when Adam took a step forward. He pointed at Cale. “You! You talk, and only you! Start from where you dragged your friend here to Vegas.”
“Yes sir,” Cale said. He took a deep breath and started from when Kris got divorced last year. He didn’t stop until he got to the phone call from Kris this morning, telling them to come to Adam’s room. “To be honest, ma’am, we were all pretty smashed. Kris and, um, Adam seemed more out of it than Daniel and I, but I was drunk, so what do I know.”
“Not nearly enough,” Adam growled. He turned to Lane. “How fast can we get this annulled? I realize we’re going to miss our flight back to L.A., but I think I can reschedule the studio time I had booked for tomorrow.”
Lane said, “Let me check with a couple of people and see what needs to be done here. I’ll let you know in just a few minutes.” She walked into the bedroom and shut the door for some privacy. Adam got on his phone and called L.A. to rebook the studio time. Kris, Daniel and Cale sat and twiddled their thumbs.
After about 30 minutes, Lane came back out of the bedroom. She did not look happy. Adam stopped pacing and looked at her while holding his breath. He wasn’t expecting good news from the expression on her face. “Adam, I’m afraid I have bad news. Nevada changed their marriage laws last month. They did it in order to prevent so many marriages taking place while the participants are drunk, then wanting immediate divorces after they sober up. If you get married in Las Vegas now, you have to live together here in Las Vegas for no less than three months. You have to live in an apartment or a house, not a hotel. It has to be a permanent residence. After that three months, you can be granted a divorce, no questions asked.”
The room erupted into chaos, with everyone talking and yelling at once. All of Adam’s anger was directed at Kris, and especially Daniel and Cale, whom he blamed for not stopping the wedding, as well as pointing a lot of his frustration toward Lane, begging her to ~do something~. Kris was also focusing his anger at Daniel and Cale for dragging him to Vegas against his will. In addition, Kris apologized profusely and frequently to Adam for getting him into this mess.
Finally, the cacophony was interrupted by breakfast arriving. Lane got the door and let the waiter wheel in the cart. After he left with a hefty tip, Lane said, “Guys, there is absolutely nothing I can do to change this. Adam and Kris will have to spend the next three months here is Las Vegas, living together. There is no way around that fact. If you will listen, I have more to tell you. Why don’t we all sit down and eat breakfast?” Adam dropped back into his usual chair, Lane took the other chair and Kris, Daniel and Cale sat on the couch. Adam immediately got back up and headed for the bar.
“I need a drink - a big one. I’m going to make mimosas. Lane, can I get you something? The rest of you douchebags can get your own.” Lane said mimosas sounded good and Adam grabbed a bottle of champagne. The other three didn’t dare move. “Oh, come on, don’t be ridiculous. What the hell do you want to drink? I’ll bring it over for you, you wusses.” Three beers. So, everyone was set and they all looked at Lane expectantly as they began to eat.
“Adam, I spoke to your lawyers and they have hired a private detective to investigate the lounge you were in last night. We agreed that something isn’t right. I know you well enough to know you never lose an entire night, no matter how drunk you get. You know your limits and always stop before you get to that point. The fact that Kris doesn’t remember last night either adds to the suspicions. There is a good possibility that there was foul play involved. To what end, I don’t know. The lawyers will let us know as soon as they find out anything from the detective.
“The next order of business is to make sure this is a real marriage and that you have an actual marriage certificate filed with the courts here in LV.”
Daniel broke in to say, “I have a copy of the marriage certificate. Kris made me carry it so he wouldn’t lose it. It’s in my room. I can go get it.” Everyone agreed that was a good idea, so Daniel left.
Lane continued, “I started the ball rolling on finding you both a place to stay for the next three months. Actually, that is priority number one since your three months don’t begin until you have a permanent residence here in LV. The sooner we find you a house or apartment to rent, the better for both of you.” She and Adam discussed what he wanted in a rental. He wanted three bedrooms, minimum; a pool if at all possible and as much privacy as they could get. Lane smiled and said she had already guessed those would be his minimum requirements and had told the realtor what to look for. She expected to hear back shortly and they could go house hunting later.
“I also managed to book some studio time for you here. It’s not as much time as you had in L.A., but it’s better than nothing. I called your mother and explained the situation. Neil was with her and apparently thinks this is the funniest thing ever. Expect some raunchy texts and phone calls.” She rolled her eyes. “You mother said she will take care of your house while you’re stuck here.
Lane was extremely efficient and things fell into place quickly and neatly. Adam had to look at only four houses that day before he found what he was looking for. It was a split-level in a small cul-de-sac with a large pool in the back yard, which was entirely enclosed by a 10-foot high fence. The house had three bedrooms and a two-car garage. It would be possible for both of them to come and go almost undetected. Adam had wanted a third bedroom to turn into an office. He dragged Kris with him to shop for furniture to rent for the house. He still wasn’t too fond of Kris for his part in this debacle, but his innate good nature wouldn’t let him be a total bitch about it all.
Kris wasn’t that hard to please and soon had his bedroom furniture picked out, along with a desk and chair for his half of the office. Adam took much longer to pick out his bedroom and office furniture, then made Kris help him pick out the living room and kitchen furniture. Kris wasn’t much help, since he didn’t really care as long as it was comfortable and wasn’t overly garish. Besides, he kept reminding Adam, it was only for three months. It really didn’t matter that much. Adam was too picky to pay attention to that advice. They finally compromised on a sectional sofa done in dark red, two recliners in black, and brass and glass coffee table and end tables. Kris did most of the compromising, just saying yes to whatever Adam liked. The kitchen furniture was a little easier to pick out. With various odds and ends, like lamps added, it took over 6 hours before Adam was satisfied. Kris was exhausted, but shopping only seemed to energize Adam.
Kris would be able to go outside and walk around the neighborhood, while that was not an option for Adam, since he was so well known. So Adam wanted to use one corner of the living room as an exercise area. He asked Kris what type of exercise equipment he wanted. Kris was used to walking as exercise and didn’t even know what half of the stuff was, so Adam basically picked out all the exercise equipment. Another two hours down the drain, Kris thought tiredly. Finally, about 9pm, they had it all set for delivery in two days.
They would spend the next two days at the hotel, then move into the split-level and start their mandatory three-month waiting period. Adam wasn’t thrilled about the situation, but he was beginning to see it as an adventure rather than one of the levels of hell. Both men called home and had their mothers pack up clothes and various other necessities and other items to send to them. When Adam found out that Kris worked at a local music store in a small town in Arkansas, he insisted on paying for the shipping costs for his things. Everything was set to arrive at the house in two days.
Daniel and Cale had tried to get Adam to let them move in for the duration, but Adam quickly squashed that idea. “Are you out of your minds? You idiots are probably the reason we’re in this mess. I don’t want you any where around me. Go back to Arkansas. Preferably on the next bus.”
Adam and Kris barely saw each other for the next two days. Kris, Daniel and Cale spent their time exploring the city and doing some more gambling. None of them had a lot of money to lose, so they mostly played the slots, coming out a few hundred dollars in the hole by the time the two days were over. They rarely drank, and then only one or two drinks at a time. They mostly stuck to water or soda.
Adam spent the two days working out the details with his record label for doing some recording in Las Vegas over the next three months. His third album was due for release in five months and he needed all the studio time he could get. His manager at RCA even floated the suggestion that they push back the release date a month or so, but Adam was determined to make the original deadline. They worked out having some producers and songwriters he had been working with fly to Vegas to work with him over the next several weeks.
Kris and Adam saw each other for dinner both nights. They ordered room service in Adam’s suite. Daniel and Cale were reluctantly invited, too. Adam wanted to get to know Kris a bit, so the next three months wouldn’t be too hard on either one of them. Kris also told Adam that he was just as responsible for this situation as anyone, so he insisted on paying his own way. He found a job with a construction company and was able to pay half of the expenses for the house. Two days later, they moved in together.
The two weeks after they moved into the rental house were very busy. Everything had to be set up and unpacked. Both their mothers flew to Vegas to help with everything. Their mothers got along like they had known each other all their lives. They were a big help since Kris started his job the day after they moved in. He left at 7am and didn’t get back until 6pm. Adam’s schedule was much more flexible. He wasn’t able to book as much studio time as he wanted, so he had more free time.
Finally, two weeks and two days after they got married, the house was all put together and everything was unpacked. Adam and Kris worked out a schedule. Adam would make breakfast, since he was good at that. They got lunch on their own since they both worked during the day, and Kris would make dinner. Very occasionally, they would go out to dinner or go see a movie, just to break the monotony of being cooped up in the house. But they only went to out-of-the-way places where Adam wasn’t likely to be recognized. Mostly, they stayed home. Kris felt guilty about the fact that he was free to leave the house and explore or just go for a walk, while Adam was a virtual prisoner in the house, so he rarely went outside, either.
One day, Kris came home from work and Adam was no where to be found. Kris finally checked the pool out back. Adam was just finishing a swim and as Kris walked out, Adam climbed up out of the pool, tossing his head to the side to get his wet hair out of his face. He was totally naked. Kris could only gape. Adam was so gorgeous. Adam spied Kris standing there with his mouth hanging open. “See something you like?” he inquired without much heat. He picked up his towel and proceeded to dry himself off without making any effort to cover himself up. He finally put on his shorts and grabbed a fresh towel to dry his hair.
Adam had no problem with nudity. Besides, he figured, Kris had already seen him naked the morning they woke up together. However, that morning, Kris had been focused on other things rather than Adam’s naked body. Yes, he had seen Adam naked, but now he was actually seeing him naked. It was impressive. And gape-worthy. He was disappointed when Adam pulled his shorts on. Adam walked up to him and said, “I’m glad you enjoyed the show. Maybe you’ll return the favor someday?” Then he calmly walked into the house and went to fix his hair and change his clothes. Kris felt the strangest fluttery feeling in the pit of his stomach. Had Adam Lambert just propositioned him? He hoped so. Wait! No! That was wrong! He was trying to stay away from Adam and those feelings. It had led to no good the first time. Hadn’t it? Kris had a hard time concentrating as he made dinner that night.
Five weeks after the wedding, the private detective finally sent his report to Adam’s lawyers. He had interviewed the staff at the lounge and had discovered that one of the waiters had been given a two hundred dollar tip to drug Adam and Kris’ drinks. He said he had never met the man before and had never seen him in the lounge since. He gave the detective’s artist a fairly decent sketch to work from. After showing it around three quarters of the Las Vegas casinos and bars, he finally got a hit. His name was Jackson Todd and he was a reporter for the tabloid, Celebrity News. It was just about the sleaziest tabloid out there.
The detective went to visit Mr. Todd, taking the waiter with him for positive identification, and confronted him about what he had done. Todd admitted to bribing the waiter, but said the drug was harmless, it was similar to GHB and all it did was make the drugee lose his inhibitions and also lose time. He had intended to snap pictures of Adam in compromising positions for the tabloid. But all Adam and Kris had done was kiss. He figured the waiter hadn’t actually dosed them at all and left the lounge without a story. The detective didn’t tell him what he had missed. However, both Adam and Kris were relieved to find out that they had been drugged, not just drunk out of their minds. Daniel and Cale were also off the hook.
A week later, Kris came home to find Adam sitting in the middle of the living room floor with wadded up pieces of paper surrounding him like an origami moat. Adam had a pad of paper in his hand and was writing furiously on it, while muttering under his breath. “What’s the matter?” Kris asked.
Adam glanced up distractedly and said, “I’m trying to get this damn song to come out right. It just won’t.” Kris picked up several pieces of the wadded-up paper and sat on the couch. He opened them one by one and read them. They were all attempts to write a song about falling in love and being too afraid of rejection to do anything about it. Most of it was really good. A few parts did need work, though. Kris spoke without thinking and said, “What if, here, where you say ‘like the stab of a knife’, you make it ‘like the thrust of a sword’?”
Adam stopped writing and snatched the paper away from Kris. He read the words and jumped up. “That’s it exactly! That’s perfect! Then two lines later, I can rhyme it with ‘Can I take you at your word?’ You’re a genius!” Suddenly, Kris found himself up off the couch with Adam’s arms wrapped around him, being crushed in a big hug. Adam let him go with a laugh. “Sorry. I get a little carried away when I’m writing. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“I’m fine,” Kris responded with a grin. “I get the same way when I’m writing a song.”
Adam’s eyes widened. “You write songs? Have I ever heard any of them?”
Kris blushed and looked down, scuffing the toe of his sneaker across the carpet. “Well, you probably heard of ‘A Matter of Inches’. I wrote that.”
Adam totally squealed. “You did not!! You’re that Kris Allen?!? I absolutely love that song! It should have won the Grammy for Song of the Year this year. You were robbed!”
Kris looked up in surprise. “But you won the Grammy for ‘In or Out’.”
“So? That doesn’t mean I deserved to win. You definitely deserved the Grammy. I remember saying that in my acceptance speech. I had no idea you were the Kris Allen! You wrote ‘It’s Pouring Rain’ and ‘Somebody Save Me’, too. Wow, no wonder you took one look at my pathetic attempt and knew exactly what the song needed.” Adam was smiling and practically vibrating with excitement and professional respect for Kris.
Kris laughed. “Hey, man. You are just as good a song writer as I am. Sometimes it just takes a fresh set of eyes to break the writer’s block. I love ‘In or Out’ and ‘Is It Just Me’. You deserved a Grammy for that one, too.”
Adam tilted his head, “What do you say about collaborating on this song? I’ve been working on it for almost two weeks and can’t seem to get it right. I would really appreciate your help. Of course, you’d get writing credit for it and maybe a Grammy, since we’re both such spectacular song writers,” he said with a grin.
Kris like this idea, so he quickly made spaghetti for dinner and they left the dishes in the sink so they could get back to the song. Kris ran into his bedroom and brought out his guitar, a necessity for him when he was writing songs. Adam had been in such a state when they moved in, that he hadn’t even registered that Kris’ mom had brought two of his guitars when she flew out to Las Vegas. “Oh, man! You play guitar, too? I wish I could play piano, but I’m too impatient to sit still long enough to learn. That is so cool.”
Kris blushed again and ducked his head. “Uh, actually, I play piano, too.”
Adam was flabbergasted. It took him several minutes to calm down enough so they could get to work on the song. Adam already had the melody and the title - ‘Love Alarm’ and had been working on the words, but kept getting stuck. With both of them working on it, they had the entire song fleshed out in just over an hour and a half. Kris’ input was invaluable to Adam, because it was a fresh set of eyes and ears. Finally, Kris played through the song one last time, singing the words they had co-written. It was perfect, just what Adam had envisioned when he started writing it. He was also more than a little impressed with Kris’ voice. “You are an amazing singer. You should have a contract. Have you ever tried to go for it? Singer-song writers are what’s hot right now. You’d be great.”
Kris said he’d thought about it, but he’d been married and had felt he needed to concentrate on his marriage rather than following a crazy dream of being a singer. He’d taken the job in the local music store and had been giving guitar and piano lessons on the side to supplement his income. He’d written several songs that he had been able to sell through his boss’s connections in L.A., so he had a small reputation as a song writer, but he considered that just a side venture, not a viable career.
The two of them talked for a long time about music, song writing and singing. Kris and a couple of his friends had a small band and played local gigs, but that was the extent of his experience on that side of the music business. Adam told Kris about his years in musical theater, working on a cruise ship, the fun he had doing the Zodiac Show, and finally taking the plunge and auditioning for American Idol. Kris knew Adam had come in second to Allison Iraheta, but his career had skyrocketed afterwards. He had just finished his second successful world tour six months ago and was now working hard on his third album. Adam had Kris in stitches telling him stories about his tours and the band.
The two newlyweds spent quite a while talking about other things as well. Kris was much less open than Adam, so Adam did most of the talking, but he managed to draw Kris out a lot more than Kris realized. They found out they had both loved music all their lives, had been miserable in school because they were closeted, had come out to their family and friends without causing any trouble and were now happy with their sexuality. They both loved old movies and had the same taste in television shows. Kris admitted to having a celebrity crush on Adam and that was why he had finally let Daniel and Cale drag him here to Vegas.
Kris also told Adam about marrying his high-school sweetheart because that’s what you did in Conway, Arkansas. He and Katy had married a year after they graduated and had been married for three years before Kris finally admitted to himself that he really was gay. He had broken the news to Katy who wasn’t very surprised. Neither were his family or friends. They had pretty much figured it out when he was a teenager. They had decided to wait for him to figure it out on his own. Adam’s coming-out story was pretty much the same, minus the marrying your high-school girlfriend part.
Without realizing it, several hours had passed and the two were really enjoying getting to know each other. They were also getting tired and silly, since it was almost one in the morning. Thankfully, the next day was Saturday and neither one had to go to work. Finally, Adam asked, “What is the craziest song you’ve ever written or tried to write? When I was twelve or thirteen, I tired to write one about this boy I liked at school. It was the worst piece of crap ever. It ended up being the sappiest love poem ever written, all about French kissing and sneaking behind the bleachers to make out during Homecoming.”
Kris snickered. “I tried to write a love song to Katy when I was fourteen. It all rhymed, but it was like something a first-grader had written because I was trying so hard to get the lines to rhyme just so. You know, flowers and towers, hair and share, kiss and bliss. It was horrible. I showed it to Katy after we got engaged and she couldn’t hold back her laughter. She was laughing so hard, she was crying. My ego took a big hit that day.”
Somehow, they decided to write the worst song ever right then. There were just a few rules - it absolutely had to rhyme and had to include the words rainbow and kitten. It also had to have three verses and a chorus. The idea was that one of them would sing the first verse, then they would harmonize on the chorus. Then for the second verse, the other one would sing and on the third verse, they would both sing. Kris grabbed his guitar and started picking out a melody. Adam egged him on and added a few touches here and there, like make that part faster, maybe it could go a little higher at the end of the chorus.
Adam started getting the melody in his head and began to write random phrase down that fit the melody. After they were satisfied with the melody, they both went to work on the lyrics. After much laughter and friendly bickering, the song was done. Adam decided it should be performed properly, so he ran into the kitchen and came back with a kitchen stool for Kris to sit on while he played his guitar. He also brought a spatula back for himself to use as a microphone. It started out pretty good, with Adam doing the first verse and Kris joining him on the chorus. But when it was Kris turn to sing the second verse, he made it to “Because I’m so smitten with my little blonde kitten,” he lost it and fell off his stool in a heap of laughter.
“I’m...I’m sorry! I can’t do it!...Too funny!” Adam reached down and whacked him upside the head with the spatula before he, too collapsed on the floor in a fit of laugher beside Kris. They were literally rolling on the floor, laughing. It was several minutes before the two could breathe properly and both had tears running down their cheeks from the laughter. They ended up with Adam on his back, arms above his head, and Kris with his head on Adam’s chest and his arm draped across Adam’s stomach.
As their breathing calmed and their silliness abated, they both realized what position they were in. Adam didn’t care, Kris was more self-conscious, but was too tired to move, so he hoped Adam didn’t mind. Adam put his fears to rest when he brought his right arm down and put it around Kris’ waist and kissed him on the top of the head. “I haven’t had this much fun since I was on tour. I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m too tired to move and I like having you lying on top of me.”
Kris grinned like a fool and snuggled closer to Adam. “I’ve never been more comfortable,” he told Adam
After that night, there was a definite change between the two men. They no longer felt like strangers and Kris wasn’t afraid of doing something that would offend Adam. They spent as much time together as possible.
Three days after their night of silliness, Kris came home to find an upright piano in one corner of the living room. Adam grinned when he noticed it. “I thought you could use that to help us write songs, as well as your guitar. Besides, I really want to hear you play.” Kris was too choked up to answer. He just smiled and sat down to play.
One night a couple of weeks later, Kris came home one Friday evening and Adam was all dressed up to go out. Kris assumed he had some music function to go to, or a dinner meeting with his management. But Adam smiled and told Kris to get in the shower and put his best clothes on, they were going out. He refused to tell Kris where they were going, so Kris hurried to take his shower and change. When he came out of the shower, Adam was sitting on his bed. Kris had his towel over his head and nothing else on. Adam whistled. Kris snatched the towel off his head and started at Adam, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist. “What the hell, man? You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
Adam grinned. “I just thought I’d waited long enough for you to return the favor. I enjoyed the show, although it was a little quick. You need to work on that.” He jumped up and left Kris to finish drying off and get dressed. Kris just shook his head. Adam was always full of surprises and Kris never knew what he would do next.
It turned out that Adam had rented out an entire theater for just the two of them (and his body guards who sat discreetly in the back row). It was a private showing of the summer’s biggest blockbuster. Afterwards, they went to a small French restaurant for a private dinner in a private room. Kris was stunned. “Are you wining and dining me? Is this an actual date?”
“Would you be upset if the answer to both was ‘Yes’?” Adam countered.
“Um, no, not at all. I’d be flattered.”
“Good. Because the answer to both is yes,” Adam said with his stunning smile.
After dinner, they two were driven back to the house and were alone again. Adam said, “This is the end of the date and this is where we’re supposed to kiss. Is that all right?” Kris could only nod and Adam pulled him in for a sweet, gentle kiss. Kris leaned up for another one and this one was longer and deeper. One thing led to another, and they ended up in Adam’s bed, naked, with Adam’s lips wrapped around Kris’ cock. Later, Kris returned the favor. That was just the beginning of the night of passion for them. Adam couldn't keep his eyes off Kris' body. "So beautiful," he murmured several times. They were both boneless and sated by the time they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Soon, there were only two weeks left before the divorce. Kris and Adam rarely spent a night alone in separate beds. Both were wondering what was going to happen when the next two weeks was up, but neither wanted to be the one to spoil what had grown between them. This time, though, it was Kris who finally spoke up. He decided he couldn’t take the suspense and anxiety any more.
“Adam,” he asked over dinner, “What are we going to do when the three-month waiting period is up next week? Are we still getting a divorce and you move back to L.A. and I go back to Arkansas?”
Adam slowly raised his head, “I don’t know, Kris. This was never supposed to happen. I wasn’t planning on getting serious with anyone, let alone getting married, for quite a while yet. But I’m not sure I want to leave you. I’m not sure I can leave you. I don’t think my life will be the same without you. In fact, I know it won’t. It will be a lot emptier and lonelier. But I can’t ask you to uproot your life in Arkansas and follow me to L.A. I live a crazy life that doesn’t leave a lot of time to spend with a boyfriend or a husband. I don’t think it’s fair to ask you to accept that life and then leave you home by yourself for months at a time. I’m always going to industry affairs and meetings and promotional gigs. It’s...it’s just crazy. But I love it all. I love my life. You’d be better off back in Arkansas.” Adam lowered his head, but Kris could see the tears leaking from his eyes.
“Adam, I don’t care what’s involved. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life. There. I’ve said it and I mean it. You can have the craziest life ever, but I don’t care. As long as you let me be a part of it, I want to be in your life.”
Adam looked back up at Kris with shining eyes and whispered, “I love you, too, Kristopher.” He wiped his eyes on his sleeve and said, “I’d ask you to marry me, but that’s a moot point now.” His radiant smile was back and he stood up and came around to Kris’ chair. He pulled Kris up and kissed him breathless. “There will always be a place for you in my life. I will make as much time for you as humanly possible in my crazy life. Plus, we could be a formidable writing team and you could be my opening act when I go on tour!”
Kris laughed. “Slow down, crazy man! I will take any time you can give me and I promise not to complain when you can’t give me as much as I want, because I want it all. As far as touring with you, I’m not a professional singer and that’s just, well that’s just not going to happen. But I think our happily ever after just started. Wait until you tell Lane. This time, she just might have a stroke.” He was grinning like an idiot, with tears in his eyes.
Lane took it like a trooper. Adam gave her a big raise.
Adam and Kris sued the tabloid and the reporter and ended up owning the paper. They promptly shut it down.
Adam’s fans were ecstatic that he had found mister right and had gotten married. The bizarre story of their nuptials made them both a hit on the talk show circuit.
Kris did open for Adam’s next tour and the crowds loved him. He got his own recording contract and his debut album was a huge hit.
Adam and Kris won the Grammy for ‘Love Alarm’.
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Date: 2011-07-31 12:29 pm (UTC)Can I bother you, though, to edit your subject line so it follows the requested format: Fanfic (or Fanart): Title, Rating by Author Name
Thank you!
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Date: 2011-08-01 06:28 pm (UTC)P.S. I keep wanting to tell you how much I love your icon. It always makes me laugh. :)
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Date: 2011-08-02 05:12 am (UTC)awwwww. . .
Date: 2011-08-01 10:24 pm (UTC)And. . I love that they will indeed live happily ever after!
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Date: 2011-08-02 05:14 am (UTC)P.S. I added you back. :D
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Date: 2011-08-02 04:06 am (UTC)Huggles
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Date: 2011-08-02 05:16 am (UTC)Haha! I didn't even consider that they actually owed the reporter anything. :)
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Date: 2011-08-03 01:15 pm (UTC)Angry Adam made me nervous, though; I wanted to run right over and calm him down.
I liked the turning point, using songwriting. And, lol, wake up, boys, it's the "Love Alarm."
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Date: 2011-08-03 07:40 pm (UTC)I loved writing Angry!Adam. I imagine that when Adam gets angry, he can be very scary. He's so nice 99.9% of the time, the contrast must be really scary.
The song writing just seemed like a natural way to get them together, since they both are writers.
Thanks again. :D
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