New KRADAM one-shot.......or more.
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writefictionTitle/Chapter: The Bottom Line (01/01)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: R - for strong language
Notes: forall_unwrittenwriting prompt #164 ( the prompt is under the cut cuz it's long)
Summary: It’s what you do afterwards that counts.
Author's Notes: this is my first attempt at Kradam.
P.S. I have no KRADAM ICONS!
“Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you’re not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? Nah. The big moments are gonna come, you can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwards that counts. That’s when you find out who you are.”
- Whistler, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
~*~*~*~
Since the moment we met there was something different. It was the way he made me feel. How he made me want to stay up until the sun rose just talking. And it didn’t have to be about anything special. It could be anything from the weather to what the next part of the contest would be to how God created man. It didn’t really matter as long as it was us, as long as I could hear his voice.
Our friendship was always special. Right from the start I was drawn to him. I didn’t realize how much so until the show was over and we had to go back home. I didn’t realize how much I would miss having him share a room with me until I was back in my own bed with my wife. And I didn’t realize the extent of these feelings until I read that article.
He said that when we met he’d actually had a crush on me. Said that I was the one he found most attractive on the whole show. I was blown away by these statements. How could someone so amazing and… beautiful …be attracted to me? I’m nothing special and I’m definitely no where near as glamorous as him. It wasn’t until I saw him again that it really hit me.
& & & & &
“What the hell, Lambert?” I ask, walking into the deserted rehearsal space and throwing my issue of Rolling Stone at him. It hits him in the chest and he looks down at it confused.
“What the hell, Allen,” he retorts. “What crawled up your ass?” I clench my fists tightly, my short nails digging into the palms of my hands.
“You!” I exclaim.
Adam jumps up. “Me?! What did I do?!”
“Nothing!” I shout, angry tears in my eyes. “You did absolutely nothing!” Adam moves closer to me, reaching out to set his hand on my shoulder.
“Kris, I…” He’s at a loss for words, something that never happens to the great Glambert. “I take it back,” he says.
“What?” I ask with a sniffle.
“I take it back,” he repeats. “What I said. It doesn’t matter. Can we just forget it?”
“What? No!” I exclaim smacking his hand from my shoulder. “You can’t just take it back like it was nothing! And I can’t just forget what you said because it does matter, it matters a lot!”
Adam makes a frustrated noise and tugs at his hair. “What the hell, man?” he asks. “If you had a problem with my homosexuality you didn’t have to… And I just… All those nights…?” He growls in his throat again.
“Wait, what?” Now I’m confused.
“You’re pissed at me because I came out, because I’m gay. I thought you knew all this fucking time! I didn’t know you were a homophobe!” When I realize what he’s suggesting, I begin to laugh… hard.
Adam looks at me like I’ve got two heads but there’s no hope, I can’t stop laughing. I laugh so hard I get a stitch in my side and tears begin to trail down my cheeks. Adam pouts and crosses his arms over his chest.
“I don’t see what’s so funny,” he says.
“I’m homophobic?” I giggle.
“Well, isn’t that why you’re mad? ‘Cuz I’m gay and I said I had a crush on you?” From the look on his face I know I have to get it together and tell him the truth.
I take a deep breath to compose myself and wipe the tears from my eyes. I move closer to him shaking my head at his nonsense. “Dear, sweet, Adam, you couldn’t be farther from the truth,” I tell him. He squints those blue eyes of his trying to decipher the meaning in my words.
I reach one hand up to cup his face and the other goes around his waist. I pull him close, his eyes widening.
“Kris?” he asks unsure.
“Shh,” I whisper. I tilt my face up to him, just barely brushing my lips against his.
“What is this?” he asks softly.
“Everything you should have done,” I answer.
“Kris…” he says, an apologetic look on his face.
“Shut up,” I tell him. “You’ve done enough talking.”
Then I lean in and press my lips to his.
& & & & & & & & & &
Comments and Constructive Critisim are welcome
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: R - for strong language
Notes: for
all_unwrittenwriting prompt #164 ( the prompt is under the cut cuz it's long) Summary: It’s what you do afterwards that counts.
Author's Notes: this is my first attempt at Kradam.
P.S. I have no KRADAM ICONS!
“Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you’re not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So what are we, helpless? Puppets? Nah. The big moments are gonna come, you can’t help that. It’s what you do afterwards that counts. That’s when you find out who you are.”
- Whistler, Buffy the Vampire Slayer
~*~*~*~
Since the moment we met there was something different. It was the way he made me feel. How he made me want to stay up until the sun rose just talking. And it didn’t have to be about anything special. It could be anything from the weather to what the next part of the contest would be to how God created man. It didn’t really matter as long as it was us, as long as I could hear his voice.
Our friendship was always special. Right from the start I was drawn to him. I didn’t realize how much so until the show was over and we had to go back home. I didn’t realize how much I would miss having him share a room with me until I was back in my own bed with my wife. And I didn’t realize the extent of these feelings until I read that article.
He said that when we met he’d actually had a crush on me. Said that I was the one he found most attractive on the whole show. I was blown away by these statements. How could someone so amazing and… beautiful …be attracted to me? I’m nothing special and I’m definitely no where near as glamorous as him. It wasn’t until I saw him again that it really hit me.
& & & & &
“What the hell, Lambert?” I ask, walking into the deserted rehearsal space and throwing my issue of Rolling Stone at him. It hits him in the chest and he looks down at it confused.
“What the hell, Allen,” he retorts. “What crawled up your ass?” I clench my fists tightly, my short nails digging into the palms of my hands.
“You!” I exclaim.
Adam jumps up. “Me?! What did I do?!”
“Nothing!” I shout, angry tears in my eyes. “You did absolutely nothing!” Adam moves closer to me, reaching out to set his hand on my shoulder.
“Kris, I…” He’s at a loss for words, something that never happens to the great Glambert. “I take it back,” he says.
“What?” I ask with a sniffle.
“I take it back,” he repeats. “What I said. It doesn’t matter. Can we just forget it?”
“What? No!” I exclaim smacking his hand from my shoulder. “You can’t just take it back like it was nothing! And I can’t just forget what you said because it does matter, it matters a lot!”
Adam makes a frustrated noise and tugs at his hair. “What the hell, man?” he asks. “If you had a problem with my homosexuality you didn’t have to… And I just… All those nights…?” He growls in his throat again.
“Wait, what?” Now I’m confused.
“You’re pissed at me because I came out, because I’m gay. I thought you knew all this fucking time! I didn’t know you were a homophobe!” When I realize what he’s suggesting, I begin to laugh… hard.
Adam looks at me like I’ve got two heads but there’s no hope, I can’t stop laughing. I laugh so hard I get a stitch in my side and tears begin to trail down my cheeks. Adam pouts and crosses his arms over his chest.
“I don’t see what’s so funny,” he says.
“I’m homophobic?” I giggle.
“Well, isn’t that why you’re mad? ‘Cuz I’m gay and I said I had a crush on you?” From the look on his face I know I have to get it together and tell him the truth.
I take a deep breath to compose myself and wipe the tears from my eyes. I move closer to him shaking my head at his nonsense. “Dear, sweet, Adam, you couldn’t be farther from the truth,” I tell him. He squints those blue eyes of his trying to decipher the meaning in my words.
I reach one hand up to cup his face and the other goes around his waist. I pull him close, his eyes widening.
“Kris?” he asks unsure.
“Shh,” I whisper. I tilt my face up to him, just barely brushing my lips against his.
“What is this?” he asks softly.
“Everything you should have done,” I answer.
“Kris…” he says, an apologetic look on his face.
“Shut up,” I tell him. “You’ve done enough talking.”
Then I lean in and press my lips to his.
& & & & & & & & & &
Comments and Constructive Critisim are welcome
