I am hopeful -- Kris definitely got a big chunk of the Danny voters tonight, and those were heavily phone voters. But Adam is still totally within the margin of error on DialIdol, he's won all the biggest states, and the only thing on dial idol that has predictive value is the safe/not safe calls.
And more importantly, even if he loses, he was by far the best on the night and on the season, him losing will be complete bullshit (with many apologies to Kris fans), and he's going to be a fucking superstar.
Kris was feeling pretty freaked out about making the top thirty-six even before he got back to Hollywood, and walking off the plane and into the hotel after months of keeping it quiet was worse. It was scary and more than a little nuts, and by the time he'd hung up the phone with Katy and finished putting away his socks and shorts and had nothing to do but think about just how completely his life was about to get turned upside down, he was ready to be pals with anyone, even the six-foot-one goth guy who'd done Cher during Hollywood Week. So when Adam walked into the hotel room, Kris stuck out his hand and said, "Hey, I'm Kris. Guess we're going to be roommates."
He couldn't see what about that suggested anything other than him being brought up somewhere aside from a barn, but Adam apparently got something completely different, because he looked Kris up and down, said, "Oh, thank you," pushed him up against the wall, and put his hand down Kris's pants.
Kris cut himself a lot of slack for the first minute, because who the hell would expect something like that, and he tried to convince himself he deserved some slack for the ten minutes after that, because he was getting expertly jerked off and anyway he'd've liked to see anybody get a word out while Adam had his tongue in their mouth. But he couldn't bullshit himself even a little about the part where Adam stopped a little short of bringing him off, pushed him face down on the bed, and fucked him blind, whimpering, and limp.
"Oh my god," Adam said afterwards, flopping on his back next to Kris. The bed was just a full-size, so it was pretty cramped. "You have no idea how badly I needed that. Please tell me you can really sing."
"Yeah?" Kris said, vaguely. He was trying to get a grip on what'd just happened. Everything kept sliding out of his head in pieces, like someone had slicked up all the parts of the world and they wouldn't stick in place anymore. He didn't really have the spare mental focus to wonder why Adam was asking about his singing.
By the time he figured out that Adam was looking for this to keep happening, it was their semifinals night, and then they were through to the finals, and Adam was fucking him in their bedroom in the mansion daily. Twice if he was feeling extra frisky, which he was a whole lot of the time. "I'm -- this can't -- I don't -- " Kris tried, once, while Adam's cock slid devastatingly in and out of him, Adam mouthing soft and wet and tender over his jawline. His legs were braced over Adam's arms, pushed back, and he was open and spread wide and helpless, and his voice died in his throat.