Fic: American Idol RPF S8: Lost and Found
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kiki_engTitle: Lost and Found
Fandom: American Idol RPF S8
Rating: PG
Word Count: 461 words
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Notes: Written in response to a prompt including this tweet:
"@KrisAllen: Went to the gym today and found handcuffs in the cup holder of the treadmill. Tell me your story for how something like this could happen."
This story can also be read at kradamadness and on the AO3. No warnings apply. Many thanks tocalvinahobbes for beta-reading and title consultation.
He makes it all the way to the locker room before he realises that he left his handcuffs on the treadmill and has to go back for them, and by the time he gets back to the machine there's another guy setting up there, holding Adam's handcuffs up and looking at them bemusedly, and he's kind of ridiculously attractive, and Adam would maybe like to see him in handcuffs, and fewer pieces of clothing, and how is this his life, that he gets to introduce himself to this person while he's still all sweaty and gross. Maybe he can just come back later- and of course that's when the guy glances up and sees him.
"Hi! Sorry, I accidentally left my handcuffs here," he says, brightly, because there is no going back here, and gestures at the cuffs.
"I, uh, found them," the guy says, pinking a little. Adam smiles a little at him, because he's southern and adorable, and the guy’s fidgeting a bit with Adam’s cuffs. "Hi. I'm Kris," the guy says, thrusting his hand out.
"Adam," he responds, shaking it.
"Nice to meet you," Kris says, and then bites his lip and says, "So. Handcuffs?" and he's still blushing, a little bit, but he also looks like he's about ten seconds away from laughing and he’s totally holding Adam's cuffs hostage, so he figures he's okay.
"They're a motivational tool," he says, and now Kris is laughing at him a little, like he can't believe he's having this conversation with some ridiculous person who brings his sex toys to a public gym and then forgets about them and has to go back for them so that he can use them again later--
"No! No," he blurts, "they're a completely unsexy motivational tool; I've re-purposed them. I hate running, but I feel stupid paying someone to make sure that I actually do it, so I made a pact with myself: if I skip out early on one more run I'm handcuffing myself to the machine the next time I'm here and getting someone else to unlock me when I'm done. So that I don't do it again."
Kris is grinning at him now, and says, "You really hate running that much?"
"I get bored," he says, smiling back at Kris, who hands him back his cuffs a moment later and then says, "Listen, um, I've got a friend who's playing at The Phoenix tomorrow night, if you wanted to show up at about seven and have a drink with me?"
"Absolutely," Adam says, and, "I know where that is," and, "I can ask you about your guitar calluses then," because Kris' hands have been playing with Adam's handcuffs, and he's noticed them.
Tomorrow night is going to be amazing.
Fandom: American Idol RPF S8
Rating: PG
Word Count: 461 words
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Notes: Written in response to a prompt including this tweet:
"@KrisAllen: Went to the gym today and found handcuffs in the cup holder of the treadmill. Tell me your story for how something like this could happen."
This story can also be read at kradamadness and on the AO3. No warnings apply. Many thanks to
calvinahobbes for beta-reading and title consultation.He makes it all the way to the locker room before he realises that he left his handcuffs on the treadmill and has to go back for them, and by the time he gets back to the machine there's another guy setting up there, holding Adam's handcuffs up and looking at them bemusedly, and he's kind of ridiculously attractive, and Adam would maybe like to see him in handcuffs, and fewer pieces of clothing, and how is this his life, that he gets to introduce himself to this person while he's still all sweaty and gross. Maybe he can just come back later- and of course that's when the guy glances up and sees him.
"Hi! Sorry, I accidentally left my handcuffs here," he says, brightly, because there is no going back here, and gestures at the cuffs.
"I, uh, found them," the guy says, pinking a little. Adam smiles a little at him, because he's southern and adorable, and the guy’s fidgeting a bit with Adam’s cuffs. "Hi. I'm Kris," the guy says, thrusting his hand out.
"Adam," he responds, shaking it.
"Nice to meet you," Kris says, and then bites his lip and says, "So. Handcuffs?" and he's still blushing, a little bit, but he also looks like he's about ten seconds away from laughing and he’s totally holding Adam's cuffs hostage, so he figures he's okay.
"They're a motivational tool," he says, and now Kris is laughing at him a little, like he can't believe he's having this conversation with some ridiculous person who brings his sex toys to a public gym and then forgets about them and has to go back for them so that he can use them again later--
"No! No," he blurts, "they're a completely unsexy motivational tool; I've re-purposed them. I hate running, but I feel stupid paying someone to make sure that I actually do it, so I made a pact with myself: if I skip out early on one more run I'm handcuffing myself to the machine the next time I'm here and getting someone else to unlock me when I'm done. So that I don't do it again."
Kris is grinning at him now, and says, "You really hate running that much?"
"I get bored," he says, smiling back at Kris, who hands him back his cuffs a moment later and then says, "Listen, um, I've got a friend who's playing at The Phoenix tomorrow night, if you wanted to show up at about seven and have a drink with me?"
"Absolutely," Adam says, and, "I know where that is," and, "I can ask you about your guitar calluses then," because Kris' hands have been playing with Adam's handcuffs, and he's noticed them.
Tomorrow night is going to be amazing.
