FIC: Count Your Blessings (Kradam)
Title: Count Your Blessings (Save the Unicorn Epilogue)
Pairing: Kradam
Word Count: ~1,400
Notes: Written for athenaps's request for the DonorsChoose Dollar Drive. Thank you, hon! Also thanks to
deannawol for the beta. ♥
This picks up directly after the main story.
The first issue is the legal one. Homeland Security wants Adam arrested. LAPD takes one look at the rainbow blessing of unicorns and takes one smart step back. The lieutenant who is summoned by the Agent-in-charge smiles at all the cameras and says that the LAPD stands ready to perform their federally mandated duty just as soon as Mr Agent-in-charge (who has a real name but the news channels don't seem to know it) clarifies what that is.
According to Lanie, who is commentating for Adam via the wonder of speaker phone, the HUNTER act is languishing in committee. Senators and Congressmen are after all wondering why unicorns shouldn't be allowed to migrate when it's obvious that the USA isn't running out of unicorns after all.
The photographers get a few shots of Adam and Kris that first morning but frankly, even Adam in his pajama pants and faded 'SAVE THE UNICORN' t-shirt can't compete with the legions of unicorns filling his front lawn. When the photographers realize that really they should be getting some shots of Adam too, it's already too late. Adam and Kris are safely inside the house. Even the most ingenious and unethical photographer isn't getting past the entirety of the Californian blessing. It's like having his very own rainbow moat. Adam gloats for exactly two hours as the unicorns block every single one of the photographers and the fans and the police who try to get in.
Then it occurs to Adam that while he's totally cool with having a paparazzi-proof unicorn moat, it also means he can't order Chinese or pizza and he hasn't eaten anything that wasn't delivered since Kris disappeared. Adam hugs Kris a little tighter.
"So," Adam says a little faintly as he looks out at the sea of unicorns and starts calculating the exponential tonnage of food he's going to need to feed several thousand unicorns. "I might not have planned for a plague of unicorns."
"We're not that bad," Kris laughs.
"My weekly four-figure standing order at Whole Foods begs to differ, baby," Adam says dryly.
"I have faith in you," Kris says encouragingly and drags Adam off to investigate his kitchen.
Adam winds up owing Lanie a raise because she's stocked the whole house with food; at least three months' worth of food. It's mostly organic pasta but there's pizza dough and the crispy little pepperonis that Tommy likes, the salsa dip that makes LP drool and the weird mishmash of Asian food that Monte likes to show that her forward planning was clearly meant for the band. The unicorns are all happy to eat it which is awesome and mean that Adam might actually have a garden left by the time they work out what the hell happens next.
Also, Kris' mom Kim - who is both a blonde motherly lady and a tall, graceful demoiselle with a violet coat with golden mane and tail - has taken over the kitchen by the time they emerge from the basement fridges. She has three pots (two of which Adam doesn't think were there before) bubbling and is tasting one of them. Adam is grateful for her within about twenty seconds of her starting to cook. He also meets Kris' dad - an older man with a more subdued version of Kris' blinding grin and a lean silver unicorn - and his baby brother Daniel, who was a brassier golden yearling who hadn't learned to take a human form yet. Adam is looking forward to getting to know them better but honestly, he's having a hard time looking away from Kris.
Kris - human Kris - doesn't look anything like his unicorn self (except for the eyes) and he doesn't look like Adam would have imagined Kris-as-a-human would look like. He's cute in the hot Southern boy way that pushes all Adam's buttons but he's not inhumanly handsome or perfectly proportioned. He looks like a normal...well, at least a realistic kind of guy unless you get close enough to see the faint golden glitter under his skin.
Adam spends the next few days just looking at Kris, watching him bounce around and explore the mansion. Kris takes a break to push his brother into the pool what seems like every five minutes. Kris explains that it's Daniel's own fault. He hates when his brother gets glitter on the furniture and Adam's things, which Adam privately considers to be hypocritical, and he point-blank refuses to share the three bottles of BBQ sauce he finds in the depths of the fridge but otherwise he seems happy and up-beat.
Kris actually isn't that different when he's walking (bounding) around on two feet instead of four. He sings, bubbly snatches of songs that Adam mostly recognizes and he's always smiling. Kris stays close to Adam and he really, really likes hugging. Adam, for the record, completely endorses Kris' policy of keeping one arm looped around Adam's waist. Kris hugs Adam a lot but Adam's not exactly upset and makes a point of hugging him back every chance he gets.
Kris is sweet, eager and as openly and exuberantly affectionate as ever. Adam's always loved how free Kris was with affection and having a human-version of Kris who is happy to spend five minutes kissing lazily and still crawls into Adam's lap regardless of who else is in the room. This leads to a few near-misses, each of which takes about five years off Adam's life, culminating in Kim walking in on them necking like teenagers in what used to be the fifth bedroom and is now Adam's second closet (leather pants to Valentino belts).
"Um, hi," Adam manages to smile weakly at Kim, arms locked around Kris to keep him from getting distracted and moving. Opinions of his fans aside, Adam isn't God and there is no way he can hide his suddenly-inappropriate erection while wearing his tatty old sweats. Kris smiles against Adam's neck and Adam clears his throat. "Not that it's not great to see you all but uh-"
"What am I doing here and when am I leaving?" Kim smiles and swats at Kris' leg when he nips Adam's earlobe experimentally. Adam can't keep his eyes from rolling back a little and Kris' satisfied 'hmm' is barely loud enough for Adam to hear it. Kim swats him again and Kris sits back a little. Kris looks at his mom with wide, innocent eyes and Adam muffles his slightly hysterical laughter against Kris' chest. "Don't do that, Kris. I know I raised you better. Adam, I wanted to ask you if-"
Adam blanks out the rest of what she says in a rush of utter mortification. He has never in his life empathized so hard with teenage straight boys; Adam's first boyfriend happened after he moved out and he's never had his parents walk in on anything racier than pixelated porn. He is aware that Kim says something else and she pats him on the shoulder as she leaves. Adam can smell the dark chocolate/sugary cookie dough as he stares up at the ceiling. Kris giggles against Adam's neck, breath hot against the damp patch that was probably going to be a huge hickey.
"Your mom just walked in on us," Adam says to the ceiling. "If you think I am still in the mood after that, you are seriously mistaken."
"I don't think I am," Kris' voice is low and there's a hungry rasp to it that makes Adam shiver. Kris tugs Adam back into a deep, drawn out kiss. Kris likes kissing, Adam's learning and he's a natural at it. Kris kisses open-mouthed and inviting and Adam forgets all about Kim and unicorns wandering around his house or outside his house and all the other important stuff he was meant to be worrying about. It can all wait.
Adam's just going to stay right here, kissing Kris. Kris smiles into the kiss, a pleased curl that Adam can practically taste and rocks his hips down deliberately. Adam's breath catches and Kris braces his hands across Adam's chest, accidentally brushing a nipple and okay, Kris was right. Adam is totally in the mood.
(He does remember to lock the door this time.)
Originally posted here Please comment there using OpenID.
Pairing: Kradam
Word Count: ~1,400
Notes: Written for athenaps's request for the DonorsChoose Dollar Drive. Thank you, hon! Also thanks to
deannawol for the beta. ♥
This picks up directly after the main story.
The first issue is the legal one. Homeland Security wants Adam arrested. LAPD takes one look at the rainbow blessing of unicorns and takes one smart step back. The lieutenant who is summoned by the Agent-in-charge smiles at all the cameras and says that the LAPD stands ready to perform their federally mandated duty just as soon as Mr Agent-in-charge (who has a real name but the news channels don't seem to know it) clarifies what that is.
According to Lanie, who is commentating for Adam via the wonder of speaker phone, the HUNTER act is languishing in committee. Senators and Congressmen are after all wondering why unicorns shouldn't be allowed to migrate when it's obvious that the USA isn't running out of unicorns after all.
The photographers get a few shots of Adam and Kris that first morning but frankly, even Adam in his pajama pants and faded 'SAVE THE UNICORN' t-shirt can't compete with the legions of unicorns filling his front lawn. When the photographers realize that really they should be getting some shots of Adam too, it's already too late. Adam and Kris are safely inside the house. Even the most ingenious and unethical photographer isn't getting past the entirety of the Californian blessing. It's like having his very own rainbow moat. Adam gloats for exactly two hours as the unicorns block every single one of the photographers and the fans and the police who try to get in.
Then it occurs to Adam that while he's totally cool with having a paparazzi-proof unicorn moat, it also means he can't order Chinese or pizza and he hasn't eaten anything that wasn't delivered since Kris disappeared. Adam hugs Kris a little tighter.
"So," Adam says a little faintly as he looks out at the sea of unicorns and starts calculating the exponential tonnage of food he's going to need to feed several thousand unicorns. "I might not have planned for a plague of unicorns."
"We're not that bad," Kris laughs.
"My weekly four-figure standing order at Whole Foods begs to differ, baby," Adam says dryly.
"I have faith in you," Kris says encouragingly and drags Adam off to investigate his kitchen.
Adam winds up owing Lanie a raise because she's stocked the whole house with food; at least three months' worth of food. It's mostly organic pasta but there's pizza dough and the crispy little pepperonis that Tommy likes, the salsa dip that makes LP drool and the weird mishmash of Asian food that Monte likes to show that her forward planning was clearly meant for the band. The unicorns are all happy to eat it which is awesome and mean that Adam might actually have a garden left by the time they work out what the hell happens next.
Also, Kris' mom Kim - who is both a blonde motherly lady and a tall, graceful demoiselle with a violet coat with golden mane and tail - has taken over the kitchen by the time they emerge from the basement fridges. She has three pots (two of which Adam doesn't think were there before) bubbling and is tasting one of them. Adam is grateful for her within about twenty seconds of her starting to cook. He also meets Kris' dad - an older man with a more subdued version of Kris' blinding grin and a lean silver unicorn - and his baby brother Daniel, who was a brassier golden yearling who hadn't learned to take a human form yet. Adam is looking forward to getting to know them better but honestly, he's having a hard time looking away from Kris.
Kris - human Kris - doesn't look anything like his unicorn self (except for the eyes) and he doesn't look like Adam would have imagined Kris-as-a-human would look like. He's cute in the hot Southern boy way that pushes all Adam's buttons but he's not inhumanly handsome or perfectly proportioned. He looks like a normal...well, at least a realistic kind of guy unless you get close enough to see the faint golden glitter under his skin.
Adam spends the next few days just looking at Kris, watching him bounce around and explore the mansion. Kris takes a break to push his brother into the pool what seems like every five minutes. Kris explains that it's Daniel's own fault. He hates when his brother gets glitter on the furniture and Adam's things, which Adam privately considers to be hypocritical, and he point-blank refuses to share the three bottles of BBQ sauce he finds in the depths of the fridge but otherwise he seems happy and up-beat.
Kris actually isn't that different when he's walking (bounding) around on two feet instead of four. He sings, bubbly snatches of songs that Adam mostly recognizes and he's always smiling. Kris stays close to Adam and he really, really likes hugging. Adam, for the record, completely endorses Kris' policy of keeping one arm looped around Adam's waist. Kris hugs Adam a lot but Adam's not exactly upset and makes a point of hugging him back every chance he gets.
Kris is sweet, eager and as openly and exuberantly affectionate as ever. Adam's always loved how free Kris was with affection and having a human-version of Kris who is happy to spend five minutes kissing lazily and still crawls into Adam's lap regardless of who else is in the room. This leads to a few near-misses, each of which takes about five years off Adam's life, culminating in Kim walking in on them necking like teenagers in what used to be the fifth bedroom and is now Adam's second closet (leather pants to Valentino belts).
"Um, hi," Adam manages to smile weakly at Kim, arms locked around Kris to keep him from getting distracted and moving. Opinions of his fans aside, Adam isn't God and there is no way he can hide his suddenly-inappropriate erection while wearing his tatty old sweats. Kris smiles against Adam's neck and Adam clears his throat. "Not that it's not great to see you all but uh-"
"What am I doing here and when am I leaving?" Kim smiles and swats at Kris' leg when he nips Adam's earlobe experimentally. Adam can't keep his eyes from rolling back a little and Kris' satisfied 'hmm' is barely loud enough for Adam to hear it. Kim swats him again and Kris sits back a little. Kris looks at his mom with wide, innocent eyes and Adam muffles his slightly hysterical laughter against Kris' chest. "Don't do that, Kris. I know I raised you better. Adam, I wanted to ask you if-"
Adam blanks out the rest of what she says in a rush of utter mortification. He has never in his life empathized so hard with teenage straight boys; Adam's first boyfriend happened after he moved out and he's never had his parents walk in on anything racier than pixelated porn. He is aware that Kim says something else and she pats him on the shoulder as she leaves. Adam can smell the dark chocolate/sugary cookie dough as he stares up at the ceiling. Kris giggles against Adam's neck, breath hot against the damp patch that was probably going to be a huge hickey.
"Your mom just walked in on us," Adam says to the ceiling. "If you think I am still in the mood after that, you are seriously mistaken."
"I don't think I am," Kris' voice is low and there's a hungry rasp to it that makes Adam shiver. Kris tugs Adam back into a deep, drawn out kiss. Kris likes kissing, Adam's learning and he's a natural at it. Kris kisses open-mouthed and inviting and Adam forgets all about Kim and unicorns wandering around his house or outside his house and all the other important stuff he was meant to be worrying about. It can all wait.
Adam's just going to stay right here, kissing Kris. Kris smiles into the kiss, a pleased curl that Adam can practically taste and rocks his hips down deliberately. Adam's breath catches and Kris braces his hands across Adam's chest, accidentally brushing a nipple and okay, Kris was right. Adam is totally in the mood.
(He does remember to lock the door this time.)
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