FLASHFIC: Kradam in the wilderness

[astolat]

Kris and Adam go camping!

[shelbecat]

“Okay, that’s it, I give up.” Adam throws the empty book of matches on the ground and looks back at Kris. “All I can get to burn over here is a match.”

Kris, with his woodsy plaid jacket on and his arms full of tiny sticks, walks over and crouches down before the non-existent fire. Very caveman-like. Adam on the other hand is wearing designer sweats, that cost a pretty penny thankyouverymuch, and freezing his god damned ass off here out in the wilderness.

“Hmm.” Kris assesses the fire intently. Adam leans back and assesses Kris’s ass—hmm indeed.

“You just need some kindling.”

“Is that stuff to burn? Because I found all those big logs. And don’t think this mud is going to come out without a steep dry cleaning bill.” Adam fingers the front of his jacket—it’s totally ruined.

“No, kindling is little twigs and stuff.” Kris picks tiny sticks and twigs out of the pile in his arms and makes a small teepee like structure beneath Adam’s logs. “You need to start small, get the fire going and sort of coax it along. Then the logs will catch. That’s where you get your serious burn.”

Adam is getting a serious burn just watching Kris suck his bottom lip between his teeth as he lights a match and holds it to the smaller sticks. He had thought this was a crazy idea—who goes out into the woods to be alone when you can just tip the concierge and make sure no one gets your room number at the Four Seasons? But Kris had insisted that camping would be fun. As far as Adam is concerned, he and camping don’t fit. But watching Kris camp is a lot of fun.

Kris bends over on all fours and blows gently into the fire. Adam leans back to get a better view. Oh yeah, watching Kris camp is a fucking riot.

He reaches back across the log he’s sitting on, trying to bring Kris’s ass directly into his line of focus, when the log rolls and he lands on his back in the dirt.

“Ofh,” he grunts.

“You okay?” Kris asks, looming above him. There are tiny flecks of dry grass in Kris’s hair, and his woodsman jacket is peppered with twigs and mud. He looks so fucking hot, Adam can’t breathe.

“Here.” Kris holds out his hand to help Adam up.

Adam reaches up, but he’s a lot bigger than Kris, and he has gravity working to his advantage. It doesn’t take much to get Kris lying down on top of him.

“I thought you might be hurt,” Kris says, a smile teasing his lips as he lands on Adam’s chest.

“Nope.”

“And I thought you were cold and really wanted this fire.”

“Nope.”

“So you didn’t really come out here to get the whole wilderness experience with me?”

“Not even fucking close.” Adam twines his fingers in Kris’s hair with the grass and twigs and mud. He tugs until Kris’s lips are matched with his and then he kisses until he can’t feel the cold anymore. “Mmm, you make my toes feel all toasty warm.”

Kris glances behind him. “It may also be the fact that your sneakers are melting.”

Adam scrambles backwards, rolling his whole body over the log and bringing Kris right along with him. Beside them, flames lick up from the tiny pile of wood that Kris had carefully stacked and kiss the edges of Adam’s logs.

“Ooh, it’s working!”

“Of course it’s working,” Kris says, settling along Adam’s side, away from the fire. He leans down to kiss him again. “I’m channeling my inner caveman. Me Kris, love Adam.”

Adam smiles and returns the kiss. The flames crackle beside them and a warmth that has nothing to do with the fire spreads through Adam’s core. He may have ruined a perfectly good outfit, and a new pair of shoes, but camping ‘Allen-style’ is totally fucking worth it.

[xbeyondinsanex]

"You have GOT to be shitting me."

It wasn't quite the reaction Kris had been shooting for, but he couldn't pretend he was surprised by it. After months on the road and weeks doing nothing but recording and stumping for their upcoming releases, both Kris and Adam wanted a weekend away from everything and everyone. Kris was just glad he wasn't included in the "everyone" that Kris wanted away from. When Adam had suggested they get out of town together for a few days, Kris felt warm inside for the first time in weeks and had offered to take care of the travel plans. With a wary look in his eye, Adam had agreed.

"Camping?" Adam said, eyeing the rented Tahoe warily. "It's October."

"I bought the winter-weight sleeping bags and a battery-operated tent safe heater. Honestly, Adam, I bought so much crap you can barely call it camping. I just thought that we could get away from civilization - from cameras and onlookers and everything. It'll be fun."

Adam blanched, clearly unconvinced.

"Come on, Mr. Burning Man, I thought you were all back to nature."

"That was before I discovered four star hotels." Never the less, Adam opened the passenger door. Kris rewarded him with a huge grin, not caring that he probably looked like an over-eager cubscout in his baseball cap and framed backpack. Tossing the pack on top of the other gear, Kris hopped in the front and started driving.

They were tailed leaving town, Kris was pretty sure, but as Las Angeles receded into the background so did the other cars. He had purposely picked a park as far out as they could conceivably drive without Adam getting antsy. Having spent an unnatural amount of time on the road together, Kris had a pretty good idea of how much he could take without going balls-crazy. They passed a lot of time singing, harmonizing along to Kris's carefully constructed mix-cd of songs that were in their mutual vocal range.

"You'd think we'd be sick of this." Adam laughed halfway through the ride.

"Yeah. We sing all week and then in our off time we just keep going."

"It's different though. We never get to sing together anymore. It's like old times." Adam was looking out the window, staring out into the mountains. "Tour seems like a thousand years ago. I can barely remember the mansion."

Kris knew what he meant, but the thought made him sad.

"I remember every minute." Kris admitted, unable to keep from sounding a little forlorn.

"I just meant it feels like a long time ago. Like a dream." Adam corrected, placing a hand on Kris's thigh.

And there it was, that old familiar ache. Suddenly the times in the mansion didn't seem so far away. Kris stiffened and Adam pulled away. He and Adam had agreed, after a close brush with something midway through tour, to try and shove any feelings that weren't strictly platonic to the back of their minds. Adam had done a much better job than Kris. Adam abruptly changed the conversation, and Kris mentally thanked God that Adam was such a good conversationalist. Things between them so rarely got awkward in spite of the potential.

The campground was remote, and Kris was thankful he had his assistant get a state park sticker so he didn't have to wait for the ranger to issue them a pass. Anything to avoid being seen by anyone who might recognize them. The campsite itself was private; located far out of sight of the rest. It meant a long walk to the bathroom or shower facilities, but Kris figured it would be worth it.

The view certainly made it seem so. The campsite was in the midst of a grove of elm trees that nearly blocked out the sun. The ground sloped gently towards a rather talkative brook, which babbled with abandon over rocks and fallen branches.

"Beautiful." Adam said appreciatively. "You were right. This is going to be great."

Kris could tell he was putting on some of the excitement, but appreciated the sentiment. It wasn't long before they were laughing over the shapeless form of the tent, trying to follow the complex directions in the box. After a few hours, they had a veritable canvas apartment against the backdrop of a dazzling sunset.

"Dinner?" Adam asked hopefully, and Kris tried to contain his pride as he pulled out two foil packages from the cooler.

"Zip packs" he explained."But we need to get a fire going first."

Firewood wasn't a problem. They didn't even have to dig into the three chords of pre-chopped wood Kris had stowed in the Tahoe. Kris's assistant had thoughtfully provided a whole stack against one of the trees. It was a bit like having magic elves, Kris decided.

For as much as Adam claimed to not be "out-doorsy," he displayed the typically male obsession with building the perfect campfire. He stacked the logs cabin-style and stared into the budding flames with glee as the dry kindling caught fire from his lighter. By the time Kris had set up the cooking frame, the fire was just right.

"Delicious!" Adam pronounced as he bit into the seasoned beef with relish. The look on his face was sufficient enough reward for the hours of early morning preparation Kris had put in. "Listen." He said suddenly, and Kris perked up his ears.

"What is it?" Kris asked after a moment of relative silence. There was only the sound of the brook and of the light breeze rattling the orange leaves above them. "I don't hear anything."

"Exactly" Adam said, leaning his head on Kris's shoulder momentarily. "It's like our own world."

"Nice." Kris said. It was an understatement compared with the rush of elation in his chest that Adam was having a good time and that he was the one responsible for it.

"What's for dessert?" Adam asked. Kris wordlessly reached into the canvas bag at his side and fished out marshmallows, grahm crackers, and chocolate.

"Seriously, how are you real?" Adam said, lunging for the marshmallows.

Adam was very particular about his roasting stick, peeling the bark off and waving it through the fire to "burn the nature off." After a moment, he had two gobs of melted marshmallow clinging tenuously to the branch.

"Here." Adam said, pulling off the front one and shoving it towards Kris's lips. "You have to eat the first one plain. That much I know."

In was an inelegant procedure, eating a marshmallow from someone's fingers. His teeth scraped against the tip of Adam's thumb and Kris shivered as Adam's eyes took on his famous predatorial edge.

"You missed some." Adam said darkly, and Kris pulled Adam's hand back to his mouth and gently nipped the rest of the confection from his sticky fingers.

"Your turn." Kris said, the words thick on his tongue, as he pulled the second marshmallow from the stick and held it out for Adam.

Adam leaned in and took it from his fingers, his lips encompasing three of Kris's fingers in the process. He kept his eyes cast upwards at Kris, holding his gaze as he pulled back slowly.

"Have I mentioned how much I've missed you?"Kris whispered, sliding down off his log and next to Adam on the ground. Adam shook his head, mouth still full of marshmallows. "Well, I do. More than I want to admit."

Adam swallowed and settled himself beneath Kris's arm without a word, so Kris continued.

"I miss spending every day with you, I miss all the stuff we used to do. I even miss the stuff we didn't do. I miss the way you made me feel, like anything might happen at any time."

"Here now." Adam said, tilting his head up towards Kris. "Don't need to miss me anymore." They stayed still for a long time, exchanging unspoken consent.

"Want another marshmallow?" Kris asked, his voice feeling high and strange in his throat.

"No. Need something sweeter." Adam said, and Kris tasted the sugar on his lips as Adam claimed his mouth.

[shelbecat]

Ugh!!! So good!!! I love how you made me think they weren't going to be together at all until the very last second. Wicked!

[mamadeb]

I love both of these so much - Adam's designer sweats and burning sneakers, and "Mr. Burning Man" discovering four-star hotels, and just the general sweetness and heat in both of them.

[xbeyondinsanex]

Sept 2, 2009 10:48:24 GMT -5 shelbecat said:

Ugh!!! So good!!! I love how you made me think they weren't going to be together at all until the very last second. Wicked!

yours is awesome too. omg melting shoes i just about died.

[astolat]

OMG TWO FOR ME YAY

*gloats*

and they are BOTH awesome omg. melted sneakers and marshmallow kisses and fires and privacy! YAY I am so happy! <3333 and {{{{shelbecat}}}} and {{{{xbeyondinsanex}}}} :DDDD

[drabblefest]

Hearts. In my eyes!

[windandcoffee]

*__*

soooo nice