Welkom bij Amsterdam ~ Part 1
Title: Welkom bij Amsterdam - Part 1
Verse: Addi Baba
Rating: PG-13 (maybe NC-17?)
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: After accepting Addi’s (Adam’s) request to travel the world with him, Kris jumps headfirst in a whole new world. There first stop … a world conference in Amsterdam, Netherlands
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
Original Story in NYC - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/86596.html
I’ve really enjoyed jumping back into travel research for a story; reminds me off all the fun I had doing the Route 66 stories. Links to pictures and videos are found at the end of each chapter, if you’re interested.
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Kris stretched his body sideways, waved his arms up and down like he was making a snow angel, and groaned. Splaying out his fingers, he felt around, finding the satiny space around him cold and empty. The room was silent save for the hum of the engines.
Opening an eye, he stared at the beige, curved wall over his head.
He was on a plane …
… a private plane …
… heading to Amsterdam …
… with Addi.
Woah.
Sitting up, a sense of calm settled over him at the time his brain was freaking out. Looking at his watch, he realized that less than 12 hours ago he’d quit his job, packed up his few belongings (including his guitar), called and texted his friends to say good bye and left a vague message on his folk’s answering machine, promising to call as soon as he could.
Oh, and he decided to become a jet-setter and travel the world with a billionaire philanthropist he’d known less than a week as his lover.
Yeah … just a typical 12 hours in the life of any hotel employee.
Thinking back, he had to laugh at the look on his boss’ face when he went into the guy’s office and told him he quit without two weeks notice. The SOB started chewing him out until Amir, aka the Mountain, appeared in the doorway as silent backup; Addi had insisted the bodyguard go with him in case there was any trouble. After that, his resignation was accepted immediately and then a driver took Kris and Amir to the young man’s apartment to pack up his things. Despite his imposing appearance and reserved personality, Kris liked Amir and not because he paid the rest of Kris’ rent to get him out of his lease.
There were a few desperate moments when he couldn’t find his passport. He’d never traveled outside the country and yet a few months ago, he decided to get one in case he was asked to serve drinks in the Caribbean … or not. It came in handy for identification. But now, it was his ticket to circling the globe.
Funny that he’d gotten one. Maybe it truly was Kismet when he met Addi … they were fated, destined to be ….
When they’d finally left the hotel at 11:00pm for JFK airport, Kris had expected to be surrounded by an entourage of half a dozen suits, the same suits he’d first seen in Addi’s suite. The only ones in the limo with them were Amir, the other bodyguard Kazim, and Addi’s personal secretary Raja, a long legged man with a gentle demeanor. Kris liked him immediately when they were introduced. Raja smiled upon him and welcomed him warmly. The rest of the suits were taking a commercial flight - first class of course. Addi explained his private plan wasn’t big enough for all of them on this long journey and besides, he needed to get away from them for a while. If they wanted to get in touch, they could always contact Raja.
After checking in with Customs and having their luggage checked, they got back into the limo and drove out onto the tarmac. Addi had said his plane was big enough so Kris kinda imagined a four-seater. Instead, the plane was huge - not as huge as a commercial liner - but really big none the less. It was modern and white, glowing under the lights. Stairs were set up against the door and the Captain, co-pilot and flight attendant greeted them while Amir and Kazim supervised the loading of their luggage. The Captain informed them it would be a ten hour flight to London with a stopover for refueling and then another hour until the reached Amsterdam.
The farthest Kris had ever traveled was from Little Rock to New York and that was by bus. He was a little nervous about flying for the first time but having Addi with him was reassuring.
Inside the plane were five distinct areas. Up front were the cockpit and the galley. The largest section was a beautiful lounge area, spacious and bright. It was decorated with browns and golden accents, leather seats and a long, plush couch along one side with a blanket draped over the back and tasseled pillows. There were blinds on the windows and small TVs mounted inside the walls. Addi showed him the bedroom, which was just as comfortable with a large bed and soft carpeting and the same color scheme. A small bathroom was beside it, complete with a sink, toilet and walk-in shower.
They took their seats in the lounge, buckled in and took off. Addi held Kris’ hand and didn’t complain when the young man squeezed his hand hard as his ear’s popped. Once they could move around, Amir and Kazim settled in front of the TV screens and put on headphones to watch and listen to a movie and Addi and Raja moved to an area with a table to discuss the itinerary for tomorrow. Kris felt a little out of place and sat on the sofa, flicking the tassels and waiting. Addi saw this and suggested he go to bed, promising to be there soon.
That sounded good to Kris so he went into the other room, closed the door and dug out his sleep pants and a soft t-shirt. The bed beckoned him but he felt funny settling in on his own so he sat in a comfy chair and accessed the internet, looking up info on the Dutch city.
He must have fallen asleep cause he awoke to the sound of the shower, Addis’ clothes folded over the other chair. Exhausted outweighed his hesitation and Kris climbed under the covers and sighed as utter comfort surrounded him. He started to doze off again when the door to the bathroom opened and Addi came out, wearing nothing. His long tanned limbs shone in the soft light and his damp hair fell around his handsome face. Kris gulped, eyes moving over the standing man’s body and lingering around his hips. Addi smiled and got under the covers, drawing him in with a long, slow kiss.
“You are overdressed,” Addi purred, nipping the shell of Kris’ ear while his hand moved under his shirt.
“Yeah, um … I’m just a little uncomfortable … you know, the others might ….”
“No one will disturb us, I can assure you. They’ve all settled down for the night, and this room is soundproofed.”
“Oh … oh!”
Kris let Addi remove his shirt and gasped as hot lips and whiskers suckled and tickled his nipples. Slowly, the sweet heat moved over his stomach and abdomen and his sleep pants disappeared. Addi stroked him, fondled him, licked and deep throated him. Kris groaned and begged for more, whimpering as a finger teased his entrance. When he finally came, Addi swallowed him down before climbing back up his sweaty body and spooning him close.
Fully sated, they’d fell asleep ….
Thinking back over last night, Kris headed for the shower and jerked off before getting clean. Back in the bedroom, he dressed and lifted a blind, looking down on the clouds for the first time in his life. It was like being on a magic carpet ride with his own private, sexy as hell genie.
Cautiously, he opened the door and peered out. If they were having another meeting he didn’t want to interrupt. Instead, he found them relaxing, drinking from steaming mugs and nibbling on dates. Addi spotted him and waved him over.
“Kristopher! I thought you were going to sleep the day away. Come, join us.”
The other men bid him good morning and he smiled, sitting beside his lover. The flight attendant appeared out of thin air, asking if he’d like coffee or tea. He opted for coffee and snatched a date out of the bowl before him. Before she left, Addi said she could set out breakfast.
“I hope you didn’t wait for me,” Kris declared, embarrassed that he’d held them up.
“Think nothing of it.”
The attendant brought Kris his coffee and nodded to the Sheikh.
“Breakfast is ready. Shall we?”
Kris gazed over the spread. It was delicious and somewhat foreign looking.
“Allow me,” Raja interjected, pointing to each item. “Olives; soft cheese; honey; this is helwa, a soft sweet filled with pistachios and flavored with cardamom and rose water; apricot jam; fuhl, mashed fava beans with olive oil, parsley, garlic and lemon; shashukah, our version of scrambled eggs; and hot fresh bread.”
Not wanting to insult anyone, Kris took a little of everything but something was missing.
“Are there any forks and knives?”
The attendant brought him some and he thanked her. Back at his seat, he sipped his coffee. It was strong and thick, a little grainy on the tongue. Kris looked over at Addi’s tea in a tall, thin glass. He spread some jam on the flat bread and took a mouthful of eggs. Looking around, Kris noticed the others weren’t using utensils. Rather, they were using their fingers, ripping off pieces of bread and using it to scoop up the softer items. Kris set the knife and fork aside and followed suit.
“How do you find our food?” Addi asked.
“It’s different … but tasty.”
“Perhaps Kristopher can give us a list of foods he enjoys and we can add them to the pantry.”
“Raja, that’s a splendid idea. Would you like that?”
Kris nodded at both men, his mouth full of helwa.
After breakfast, they had another hour before landing in London to refuel. Raja and Addi told Kris about the trip to Amsterdam. Though the main purpose was to attend the world conference on economical hydro power, there would still be some free time for sightseeing and relaxing. Addi said Raja could show him around while he was at the conference but Kris asked if he could go. Both men had an interest in charitable work - Kris’ on a much, much, much smaller scale - but he wanted to take part. Addi said it could be arranged.
When they landed, there wasn’t much time to go do anything as Heathrow was some distance from London. Raja and Kazim went for a walk to hunt down some familiar food for Kris while Amir stayed behind with Kris and Addi.
The American sat on the couch staring at his phone.
“Are you expecting a call?” Addi asked softly, looking at a magazine while resting a hand on Kris’ knee.
“Actually, I have to make a call, and I’m not sure what to say.”
“Who are you calling?”
“My parents.”
“Ah.”
“You see, I called before we left New York but they weren’t home. I didn’t want to explain on their answering machine so I just said I’d call back.”
“Will they be upset you have left with me?” Addi set the magazine down and turned so he was facing the other man. “If you have changed your mind … I would understand,” he explained softly.
Kris turned as well so they were face to face.
“No, I haven’t changed my mind, it’s just … I don’t just want to travel with you. I want to do something worthwhile.”
“You want a job.”
“I want to be useful Addi … I want to make a difference.”
Addi cupped his cheek, “I understand Kristopher and I’m proud of you. I shall give you a job …,” Kris opened up his mouth but the other man shushed him, “… a real job, I promise. My trip to New York was my first foray into the States, in a charitable capacity, and I can use someone who knows the culture, the politics, the needs. I have contacts all around the world doing this for me in their own countries. I’ll put you in charge of my North American charities.” He grabbed his phone and pressed a button. “In fact, I’ll take care of it now.”
For nearly ten minutes, the Sheikh talked in Arabic on his phone to one of his staff, Kris assumed. Though he didn’t understand a word, except when his name was spelled out, Addi’s word seem to be law amongst his staff and when he wanted something done, it was done.
Hanging up, Addi lifted Kris into his lap and kissed him thoroughly. For a moment, he forgot they weren’t alone until he came up for air and notice Amir had made himself scarce.
“Once we arrive in Amsterdam, the contract will be ready for you to read over and sign if it meets your liking.” When Kris didn’t exactly smile, Addi’s sapphire eyes filled with concern. “Kristopher, what’s wrong. I thought you ….”
“I do … I’m grateful, very grateful. I just hope your staff will take me seriously, not thinking I got the job just because I’m sleeping with you.”
“Well, you ARE sleeping with me …,” Kris blushed and Addi kissed his forehead, “but my staff knows I’ve been trying to find someone to do this job for months. The fact that I found you in such a manner is of no concern. I do expect you do your job though, or you’re off the payroll and just in my bed.”
“I haven’t done charity work on such a grand scale before.”
“No worries, Raja and I will teach you all you need to know.” Addi looked at his watch and grinned. “We do not take off for another half hour. Perhaps we should go to the bedroom and you can thank me properly.”
“After I call my folks.”
“Oh Kristopher,” Addi sighed dramatically, pushing him off. “I’m sure your parents are lovely people but that’s a … what’s the phrase … a cockblocker?”
Kris did call his parents, after he finished splitting a gut laughing.
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TAKE A LOOK
Addi’s private jet exterior - http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOVR2CXarOI/ThPw3LAa0-I/AAAAAAAAC6U/F55kWgprH5Y/s1600/Top+10+Super+Luxury+Private+Jet+Aircraft.jpg
Bathroom - http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/01/03/2/1331/13311615/b9/private-jet-bathroom1.jpg
Interior (public area) - http://assets.davinong.com/images/entry/2011/07/26/5415/private-jets-interior-photos.jpg
Bedroom - http://airroyale.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/AirbusA319CJ-Master-Bedroom-suite-USE-300x263.jpg
Verse: Addi Baba
Rating: PG-13 (maybe NC-17?)
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: After accepting Addi’s (Adam’s) request to travel the world with him, Kris jumps headfirst in a whole new world. There first stop … a world conference in Amsterdam, Netherlands
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
Original Story in NYC - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/86596.html
I’ve really enjoyed jumping back into travel research for a story; reminds me off all the fun I had doing the Route 66 stories. Links to pictures and videos are found at the end of each chapter, if you’re interested.
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Kris stretched his body sideways, waved his arms up and down like he was making a snow angel, and groaned. Splaying out his fingers, he felt around, finding the satiny space around him cold and empty. The room was silent save for the hum of the engines.
Opening an eye, he stared at the beige, curved wall over his head.
He was on a plane …
… a private plane …
… heading to Amsterdam …
… with Addi.
Woah.
Sitting up, a sense of calm settled over him at the time his brain was freaking out. Looking at his watch, he realized that less than 12 hours ago he’d quit his job, packed up his few belongings (including his guitar), called and texted his friends to say good bye and left a vague message on his folk’s answering machine, promising to call as soon as he could.
Oh, and he decided to become a jet-setter and travel the world with a billionaire philanthropist he’d known less than a week as his lover.
Yeah … just a typical 12 hours in the life of any hotel employee.
Thinking back, he had to laugh at the look on his boss’ face when he went into the guy’s office and told him he quit without two weeks notice. The SOB started chewing him out until Amir, aka the Mountain, appeared in the doorway as silent backup; Addi had insisted the bodyguard go with him in case there was any trouble. After that, his resignation was accepted immediately and then a driver took Kris and Amir to the young man’s apartment to pack up his things. Despite his imposing appearance and reserved personality, Kris liked Amir and not because he paid the rest of Kris’ rent to get him out of his lease.
There were a few desperate moments when he couldn’t find his passport. He’d never traveled outside the country and yet a few months ago, he decided to get one in case he was asked to serve drinks in the Caribbean … or not. It came in handy for identification. But now, it was his ticket to circling the globe.
Funny that he’d gotten one. Maybe it truly was Kismet when he met Addi … they were fated, destined to be ….
When they’d finally left the hotel at 11:00pm for JFK airport, Kris had expected to be surrounded by an entourage of half a dozen suits, the same suits he’d first seen in Addi’s suite. The only ones in the limo with them were Amir, the other bodyguard Kazim, and Addi’s personal secretary Raja, a long legged man with a gentle demeanor. Kris liked him immediately when they were introduced. Raja smiled upon him and welcomed him warmly. The rest of the suits were taking a commercial flight - first class of course. Addi explained his private plan wasn’t big enough for all of them on this long journey and besides, he needed to get away from them for a while. If they wanted to get in touch, they could always contact Raja.
After checking in with Customs and having their luggage checked, they got back into the limo and drove out onto the tarmac. Addi had said his plane was big enough so Kris kinda imagined a four-seater. Instead, the plane was huge - not as huge as a commercial liner - but really big none the less. It was modern and white, glowing under the lights. Stairs were set up against the door and the Captain, co-pilot and flight attendant greeted them while Amir and Kazim supervised the loading of their luggage. The Captain informed them it would be a ten hour flight to London with a stopover for refueling and then another hour until the reached Amsterdam.
The farthest Kris had ever traveled was from Little Rock to New York and that was by bus. He was a little nervous about flying for the first time but having Addi with him was reassuring.
Inside the plane were five distinct areas. Up front were the cockpit and the galley. The largest section was a beautiful lounge area, spacious and bright. It was decorated with browns and golden accents, leather seats and a long, plush couch along one side with a blanket draped over the back and tasseled pillows. There were blinds on the windows and small TVs mounted inside the walls. Addi showed him the bedroom, which was just as comfortable with a large bed and soft carpeting and the same color scheme. A small bathroom was beside it, complete with a sink, toilet and walk-in shower.
They took their seats in the lounge, buckled in and took off. Addi held Kris’ hand and didn’t complain when the young man squeezed his hand hard as his ear’s popped. Once they could move around, Amir and Kazim settled in front of the TV screens and put on headphones to watch and listen to a movie and Addi and Raja moved to an area with a table to discuss the itinerary for tomorrow. Kris felt a little out of place and sat on the sofa, flicking the tassels and waiting. Addi saw this and suggested he go to bed, promising to be there soon.
That sounded good to Kris so he went into the other room, closed the door and dug out his sleep pants and a soft t-shirt. The bed beckoned him but he felt funny settling in on his own so he sat in a comfy chair and accessed the internet, looking up info on the Dutch city.
He must have fallen asleep cause he awoke to the sound of the shower, Addis’ clothes folded over the other chair. Exhausted outweighed his hesitation and Kris climbed under the covers and sighed as utter comfort surrounded him. He started to doze off again when the door to the bathroom opened and Addi came out, wearing nothing. His long tanned limbs shone in the soft light and his damp hair fell around his handsome face. Kris gulped, eyes moving over the standing man’s body and lingering around his hips. Addi smiled and got under the covers, drawing him in with a long, slow kiss.
“You are overdressed,” Addi purred, nipping the shell of Kris’ ear while his hand moved under his shirt.
“Yeah, um … I’m just a little uncomfortable … you know, the others might ….”
“No one will disturb us, I can assure you. They’ve all settled down for the night, and this room is soundproofed.”
“Oh … oh!”
Kris let Addi remove his shirt and gasped as hot lips and whiskers suckled and tickled his nipples. Slowly, the sweet heat moved over his stomach and abdomen and his sleep pants disappeared. Addi stroked him, fondled him, licked and deep throated him. Kris groaned and begged for more, whimpering as a finger teased his entrance. When he finally came, Addi swallowed him down before climbing back up his sweaty body and spooning him close.
Fully sated, they’d fell asleep ….
Thinking back over last night, Kris headed for the shower and jerked off before getting clean. Back in the bedroom, he dressed and lifted a blind, looking down on the clouds for the first time in his life. It was like being on a magic carpet ride with his own private, sexy as hell genie.
Cautiously, he opened the door and peered out. If they were having another meeting he didn’t want to interrupt. Instead, he found them relaxing, drinking from steaming mugs and nibbling on dates. Addi spotted him and waved him over.
“Kristopher! I thought you were going to sleep the day away. Come, join us.”
The other men bid him good morning and he smiled, sitting beside his lover. The flight attendant appeared out of thin air, asking if he’d like coffee or tea. He opted for coffee and snatched a date out of the bowl before him. Before she left, Addi said she could set out breakfast.
“I hope you didn’t wait for me,” Kris declared, embarrassed that he’d held them up.
“Think nothing of it.”
The attendant brought Kris his coffee and nodded to the Sheikh.
“Breakfast is ready. Shall we?”
Kris gazed over the spread. It was delicious and somewhat foreign looking.
“Allow me,” Raja interjected, pointing to each item. “Olives; soft cheese; honey; this is helwa, a soft sweet filled with pistachios and flavored with cardamom and rose water; apricot jam; fuhl, mashed fava beans with olive oil, parsley, garlic and lemon; shashukah, our version of scrambled eggs; and hot fresh bread.”
Not wanting to insult anyone, Kris took a little of everything but something was missing.
“Are there any forks and knives?”
The attendant brought him some and he thanked her. Back at his seat, he sipped his coffee. It was strong and thick, a little grainy on the tongue. Kris looked over at Addi’s tea in a tall, thin glass. He spread some jam on the flat bread and took a mouthful of eggs. Looking around, Kris noticed the others weren’t using utensils. Rather, they were using their fingers, ripping off pieces of bread and using it to scoop up the softer items. Kris set the knife and fork aside and followed suit.
“How do you find our food?” Addi asked.
“It’s different … but tasty.”
“Perhaps Kristopher can give us a list of foods he enjoys and we can add them to the pantry.”
“Raja, that’s a splendid idea. Would you like that?”
Kris nodded at both men, his mouth full of helwa.
After breakfast, they had another hour before landing in London to refuel. Raja and Addi told Kris about the trip to Amsterdam. Though the main purpose was to attend the world conference on economical hydro power, there would still be some free time for sightseeing and relaxing. Addi said Raja could show him around while he was at the conference but Kris asked if he could go. Both men had an interest in charitable work - Kris’ on a much, much, much smaller scale - but he wanted to take part. Addi said it could be arranged.
When they landed, there wasn’t much time to go do anything as Heathrow was some distance from London. Raja and Kazim went for a walk to hunt down some familiar food for Kris while Amir stayed behind with Kris and Addi.
The American sat on the couch staring at his phone.
“Are you expecting a call?” Addi asked softly, looking at a magazine while resting a hand on Kris’ knee.
“Actually, I have to make a call, and I’m not sure what to say.”
“Who are you calling?”
“My parents.”
“Ah.”
“You see, I called before we left New York but they weren’t home. I didn’t want to explain on their answering machine so I just said I’d call back.”
“Will they be upset you have left with me?” Addi set the magazine down and turned so he was facing the other man. “If you have changed your mind … I would understand,” he explained softly.
Kris turned as well so they were face to face.
“No, I haven’t changed my mind, it’s just … I don’t just want to travel with you. I want to do something worthwhile.”
“You want a job.”
“I want to be useful Addi … I want to make a difference.”
Addi cupped his cheek, “I understand Kristopher and I’m proud of you. I shall give you a job …,” Kris opened up his mouth but the other man shushed him, “… a real job, I promise. My trip to New York was my first foray into the States, in a charitable capacity, and I can use someone who knows the culture, the politics, the needs. I have contacts all around the world doing this for me in their own countries. I’ll put you in charge of my North American charities.” He grabbed his phone and pressed a button. “In fact, I’ll take care of it now.”
For nearly ten minutes, the Sheikh talked in Arabic on his phone to one of his staff, Kris assumed. Though he didn’t understand a word, except when his name was spelled out, Addi’s word seem to be law amongst his staff and when he wanted something done, it was done.
Hanging up, Addi lifted Kris into his lap and kissed him thoroughly. For a moment, he forgot they weren’t alone until he came up for air and notice Amir had made himself scarce.
“Once we arrive in Amsterdam, the contract will be ready for you to read over and sign if it meets your liking.” When Kris didn’t exactly smile, Addi’s sapphire eyes filled with concern. “Kristopher, what’s wrong. I thought you ….”
“I do … I’m grateful, very grateful. I just hope your staff will take me seriously, not thinking I got the job just because I’m sleeping with you.”
“Well, you ARE sleeping with me …,” Kris blushed and Addi kissed his forehead, “but my staff knows I’ve been trying to find someone to do this job for months. The fact that I found you in such a manner is of no concern. I do expect you do your job though, or you’re off the payroll and just in my bed.”
“I haven’t done charity work on such a grand scale before.”
“No worries, Raja and I will teach you all you need to know.” Addi looked at his watch and grinned. “We do not take off for another half hour. Perhaps we should go to the bedroom and you can thank me properly.”
“After I call my folks.”
“Oh Kristopher,” Addi sighed dramatically, pushing him off. “I’m sure your parents are lovely people but that’s a … what’s the phrase … a cockblocker?”
Kris did call his parents, after he finished splitting a gut laughing.
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TAKE A LOOK
Addi’s private jet exterior - http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gOVR2CXarOI/ThPw3LAa0-I/AAAAAAAAC6U/F55kWgprH5Y/s1600/Top+10+Super+Luxury+Private+Jet+Aircraft.jpg
Bathroom - http://media.onsugar.com/files/2011/01/03/2/1331/13311615/b9/private-jet-bathroom1.jpg
Interior (public area) - http://assets.davinong.com/images/entry/2011/07/26/5415/private-jets-interior-photos.jpg
Bedroom - http://airroyale.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/AirbusA319CJ-Master-Bedroom-suite-USE-300x263.jpg
