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Sometimes it amazed him how long he’d waited for this.

It was five years, two months and three days since Kris walked into his hotel room the night before the finale - unsure of how to start but certain of where he wanted it to go.

It was three years, seven months and five days since Kris called him at 2 a.m. sounding lost and broken - unsure of everything else but certain that his marriage was over.

It was six months and one day since Kris knelt before him in the quiet of their bedroom – unsure if the press would ever let them have their peace but certain that he didn’t care anymore.

It was four hours and thirteen minutes since Kris took his ring in front of their parents, brothers and Allison – unsure of what married life would bring but certain that they could overcome anything.

But as he watched Kris brush his teeth – bouncing his bare feet on the tile to whatever song was in his head – he realized that he would have waited forever for this. For him. For that messy brown hair and unabashed smile. For that unnaturally perfect body standing before him, covered only by the white hotel robe.

“What is it?” Kris was always ridiculously unaware of his own beauty. But Adam never tired of reminding him that he was aware of it…so very, very aware of it.

“You still don’t get it, do you?” Adam moved from the bed to stand in front of his husband, wrapping his arms around that tiny waist.

“What?” Kris whispered, his hands sliding down over the back of Adam’s tuxedo pants.

Adam touched Kris’s forehead with his own. His words came out in one shaky exhale, the sound of a lifetime of longing being purged from his heart.

“You’re beautiful, Kristopher Allen-Lambert.”

Five years can change a lot of things. Now they were both Grammy-winning musicians, household names and “celebrity sex symbols.” But the minute Kris’s lips touched his own, they were just Adam and Kris again.   It was still the mouth of the boy from Arkansas that moved as slowly and as fluidly as the drawl that still coated his words. He still kissed him with a shyness, an innocence that reminded Adam that he was the only man to claim those lips. 

Five years can change a lot of things, but Kris…Kris was still Kris and he was still his.

“I love you, Adam Allen-Lambert,” Kris murmured against his neck. “God, I love you so much.”

Adam knew that there would be a smattering of suspicious marks mixed in with the freckles in the morning, and he remembered a time when that was all he could have, when that was the only way to mark Kris as his. Now, he caught a glimpse of Kris’s wedding band as his hands cupped the sides of his face. Tomorrow, the whole world would know what they had known for five years – that they had always belonged to no one but each other.

“I love you,” Adam breathed into his hair. “And I want to see you.”

Kris knew what he was asking for, guiding his hands to the tie on the robe, so Adam never had to pull his lips away from Kris’s warm skin.  With shaking hands, Adam pushed the robe over the tanned shoulders, neither paying attention to it as it fell to the hotel room floor.

In five years, Adam had seen some beautiful sights, but nothing – nothing – would ever take his breath away like the sight of Kris standing naked before him.

Kris moved to start at the buttons on Adam’s dress shirt, but Adam’s hand encircled Kris’s smaller wrist.

“Not yet…I just – I just want to look at you…”

Five years ago, he would have given up everything to see Kris like this. The long nights spent at the mansion trying to not think about climbing into bed with him and sliding those briefs off, the cold morning showers spent trying not to imagine what Kris looked like changing behind that door – they seemed so long ago as Adam’s eyes worshipped every inch of Kris’s body. 

“How the hell did I get so lucky?” Adam’s voice was thick, the reality of the night coming at him all at once. He was married to Kris – the chubby, redheaded outcast somehow snagged the golden boy – and lucky didn’t even seem to cover what he was.

He began to feather kisses along Kris’s neck, his collarbone, his shoulders. He could feel small but strong hands tangle themselves in his hair as his lips traveled down that smooth chest. He could feel the indentation of Kris’s scar, and he paused to linger his mouth over that part of Kris that he shared with very few people. He remembered the night he first showed him the mark, admitting the pain and the fear and the vulnerability that went along with it, and how he had watched Kris’s eyes flutter as he ran a finger over it. 

Those brown eyes were fluttering again, and Adam kissed each one gently, as if afraid to wake him from whatever beautiful dream he was having.

“I’m pretty lucky myself,” Kris whispered into Adam’s mouth, and Adam was finally ready – so fucking ready – to truly begin their first night of married life. He could feel Kris’s warm hands stripping him bare, running over his chest, his hips, his thighs…

“Only you would go commando on your wedding day,” Kris teased, running his fingers along Adam’s hipbones.

Adam couldn’t even respond with the snarky comments in his head because, at that moment, Kris’s fingers had moved lower, stroking the length of his erection, and the only thing that escaped his lips was a long, low moan.

He wasn’t sure how they got to the bed, but he was thankful for it. Because Kris was placing open-mouthed kisses along his inner thigh, and he was pretty sure he would have collapsed had they been standing.

When the room stopped spinning momentarily, Kris’s face was before him, eyes dark with passion but there was something else there, too, something more than Adam had ever seen.

“I’m sorry for making you wait for this…for us…but I promise – no more waiting,” Kris murmured, his forehead against Adam’s. “I’m yours.”

Adam wished he could go back five years and tell that tortured young singer that it would all be ok – that, one day, he would be fighting back tears not because of all the things he couldn’t have but because of the one thing he did have and would have forever.

Forever. 

That’s how long he would have Kris, biting those gorgeous, swollen lips as he worked slick fingers inside of him. Kris, eyes hooded, moaning his name in the darkness as Adam slowly entered him. Kris, hands shaking as he guided Adam’s palm along his length to the rhythm of each thrust into his body.

He loved the moments when he couldn’t discern one voice from the other, when panted words of passion became the lyrics to their own private song.

“I love you…I love you so fucking much”

“You – oh God! –you’re everything…everything…”

“Fuck! I’m gonna…”

“Adam!”

“Kris!”

A lifetime ago, before Kris, Adam lived for the feeling of coming in another man’s body, of feeling that kind of completion and power. Now, he knew better. He knew that no feeling on Earth could compare to the one he got watching Kris come. He could get off just watching that perfect face lost in love for him, knowing that he was the one making that breathing hitch, making that perfect voice crack. It was the kind of love that he never imagined would ever be his. But, as Kris came apart in his arms as his own orgasm ripped through his body, he thanked the fates for having a much better imagination than he did.

“Do you know how much I love you?” Kris’s whisper was scratchy and raw and sexy.

“Yeah,” Adam sighed, placing a gentle kiss to his temple. “I think I’ve got an idea.”

It was early morning by the time the feathery kisses and searching touches had faded into light snores from Kris into Adam’s shoulder.

As his new husband and old friend slept, Adam picked up his left hand. He kissed each finger, starting with the lonely, black-painted thumb. As his lips hovered over the cool metal of Kris’s new wedding ring, he finally felt like it was over. A lifetime of desperately seeking love, of praying to a God who seemed to not be listening. Done. Forever.

A song from another life drifted into his head, a life before the angel sleeping in his arms.

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long…so long…”