As soon as the hotel room door clicks shut on the faces of the happy, nervous survivors of the other groups and the more blank ones of busy PAs, Adam moves his stuff to the far bed, turns to Kris, and says, 'I like cock.'
When they were in crowded rooms together, sometimes Kris and Adam would text instead of talking. It was easier.
Kris isn’t sure when he stopped living like time mattered, but it happened at some point around the top four and hasn’t quit since.
Kris Allen had gone into Starfleet after watching the terrifying spectacle of a Romulan drill careening into Earth, nearly destroying it like Vulcan just before. He was sitting in his mother’s house, eating roast chicken and thinking about work the next day and smiling at his best girl, when the alert came over the wire and everyone scrambled to see what it was.
Kris had left Katy for all of six weeks when he decided he wanted to go out.