Title: Five + One (A Kradam Choose Your Own ~Adventure)
Author: sprat
Rating: Right now, PG PG-13; later, who knows?
Length: ???
Warnings: Underage smooching.
Summary: Five kisses (and then another one)
First Part: HERE


Two

"Okay, two minutes," Megan says, messing with Matt's watch, and everybody laughs breathlessly, a little drunk, crowded around Adam and Kris in the middle of Megan's stupid pink bedroom, watching.

It's hot in here and it kind of stinks, too, like too many sweaty teenagers in a small space, and Kris is not the kind of person who even goes to a girl's house when he knows her mom is going to be at work, let alone the kind of person who stays there when somebody brings out a mostly-full bottle of vodka and starts passing it around so everybody can take a shot or pour a little bit into their half-drunk cans of pop, which is the thing that Adam did, except he'd poured maybe more than a little bit, and then he'd taken a sip and held the can out to Kris with one eyebrow raised, like he doubted it, like he doubted that Kris was going to actually do it. So this is his fault, pretty much. Kris has retroactively decided it.

"This is totally your fault," he tells Adam in a whisper. He shuffles a little closer to him, blue-jeaned knees dragging on the pink shag carpet, and puts a hand on Adam's arm.

Adam jerks like he's startled, but he doesn't pull away. His skin is really pink under the freckles, even as far down as his forearm; that means his face is probably hilariously red. Kris wishes he could work up the guts to look at it and confirm.

"I'm not the one who said we should come here, asshole," Adam hisses back. He sticks a hand out toward Kris, awkward, pulls it back and then sticks it out again, closes his fingers on Kris's hip. Kris does look at him then, for a second. The blush is pretty spectacular, but his eyes are cast down, hair falling dark across his face. Kris has just enough time to feel kind of sorry and then Megan clears her throat. "Aaa-aannnd...go," she says.

Adam moves first, ducking his head and brushing his lips over Kris's, close-mouthed and soft. Everybody laughs and wooo-ooos and Matt goes "oh my God," both hands over his mouth, but they don't really matter as much as Kris thought they would because it turns out he can't even see them. He can't see anything except Adam, whose face is maybe two inches away from Kris's, eyes huge and blue and anxious, and whose bottom lip is caught between his teeth. His forehead nudges Kris's. Kris lifts a hand, touches Adam's jaw with the tips of his fingers. Their lips meet again and Kris closes his eyes, tilts his head. Adam breathes out against his cheek, opens his mouth a little. It's wet and cool before it's warm, and Adam closes his lips tentatively around Kris's bottom lip and Kris goes "uhhh" totally without meaning to, uses the hand he has on Adam's jaw to pull him even closer, and Adam closes the gap between them like he's desperate to do it, one hand on the small of Kris's back, the other one sliding up between his shoulder blades, pulling him in against Adam's body. Adam says "fuck" with his lips pressed against Kris's cheek and Kris gets a hand in Adam's hair because it turns out he really needs to have a hand in Adam's hair right now, and then they're kissing each other for real, open mouths and tongues and hands all over the place, under each other's t-shirts, on, God, on Kris's ass, fingers digging in, holding him so Adam can--

"Uh...time," Megan says.

Adam exhales, pulls his mouth away from Kris's so they can look each other in the face, his eyes shadowed and anxious again. Kris bites his lip, strokes Adam's cheek with his thumb. "So," he says. "Um. You kind of. Have my ass."

Everybody laughs and Adam does, too, letting his head drop into the space between them. He loosens his grip, gives Kris's ass an apologetic pat before he pulls away. "Matt and Anoop are totally next," he says, wobbling to his feet with a hand on Kris's shoulder for balance. "But hang on, don't start the watch yet -- I'm going to film this shit for Youtube."

Poll #3875

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Which kiss next?

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Number 1: Kris is leaning against Ms. G's men's room sink, sticking bits of her own chopped-off hair to the spirit gum streaked along her upper lip; she's doing her best to ignore the long naked stretch of Addy's back in the mirror, but it isn't easy.
7 (20.6%)

Number 2: "Kiss me," Adam says, pressing Kris into the wall next to the bar, free hand sliding surreptitiously to the gun in its holster under his left arm as his lips brush the stubble on Kris's cheek, hot breath tickling Kris's ear.
27 (79.4%)

Poll closed! Part three!