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Fandom: American Idol
Warnings: implied slash, preslash
Characters/Pairings: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Prompt: #155 Lip Sync
Summary: Adam loves to watch Kris play.
Author’s Note: Really short one-shot, trying to get back to writing the pairing. Beta'd by blue_icy_rose.
Kris’s fingers glided across the piano, his eyes closed as he lost himself in the music. His lips mouthed silently the words of a song, the moment less about his voice and more about the sound he was making and Adam watched him from the doorway. This was the same man that had admitted to him with a grin that he used to lip sync to Michael Jackson when he was a kid, he was the same man that had flown half way around the world to help people he didn’t know.
Despite Kris’s protests to the contrary, Adam believed that America had gotten it right when they had voted for Kris as their Idol. He hoped that maybe they had seen in Kris what he saw, something that was beyond a singing competition.
Kris Allen wasn’t a singer, he wasn’t a performer, he was an artist and that was more apparent than ever as Adam watched him.
Kris’s eyes opened, hazy and drunk off the music and they focused on Adam, a wide smile breaking across those lips. Adam returned the smile and moved further into the room, drawn to the place on the bench that Kris had cleared for him.
Kris continued to play, not once losing the melody as Adam pressed against him, eyes not on the keyboard but on the way the other man’s body seemed to move with the music, how he wasn’t just playing with his hands but with every part of his body, feeling the meaning of it beyond anything Adam had ever achieved.
Adam could sing, he could dance, and he could perform better than most people could ever dream of. He came alive on the stage and millions of people had witnessed it. But until he had watched Kris Allen perform, he hadn’t known that he could connect that much with the music because Kris didn’t just put on a show for an audience, he put on a show for one person, and that person was everyone.
Adam had been jealous but not nearly enough to not be drawn into the way Kris performed and to admire him. It wasn’t just about the music either. Kris lived the way he played, the way he sang. He made a connection with everyone around him. He wasn’t loud and eye catching but he was beautiful, the way he smiled, the way he laughed, the way he lived. He was beautiful for the person he was.
What made him even more beautiful was that he didn’t even notice it and if you tried to tell him, he would just laugh it off.
Kris’s fingers slowed and the music faded, sweet and clear in the air. Kris’s voice was soft as he turned to Adam and bumped his shoulder against the older man’s. “Stop it.”
“What?” There was a smile in the word.
“Fawning over me, you’re like one of those fan girls. You need serious help.” The smile on Kris’s lips was light and easy, playful and pure.
Adam grinned back, letting an arm fall over Kris’s shoulders and he batted his eyelashes playfully “Oh, but I can’t help. There is just something about you that’s so irresistible.”
“Uh-huh.” Kris grinned, leaning into Adam before pulling back and standing up. Adam did the same, his arm going back over Kris’s shoulders, pulling him close as they walked and Kris fell into step beside him, curling close. “It’s because you’ve got a crush on me.”
“Hell yeah, I do.” Adam grinned.