Making it Up ~ Part 1
Title: Making it Up - Part 1
Verse: Addi Baba
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: Kris Allen left his life behind in the States to follow the intriguing Sheikh Addi Baba (Adam) and work for his foundation.
After their month long endeavor digging water wells in Ethiopia, the men took a vacation to Cape Town, South Africa where they were rudely interrupted by a case of malaria. Addi felt horrible ruining their trip and promised Kris he’d make it up to him. Months have passed and finally Addi finds the perfect opportunity … or so he thought.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
The bedroom door opened slowly, spreading a faint sliver of muted light over the golden carpet. He tip-toed over the plush surface to the desk on the far side of the room, picked up one of his portfolio folders and tried to tip-toe out as quietly.
“Habibi?” a soft, sleepy voice slowly asked.
Shit … he didn’t want to wake him … again.
“Sorry … go back to sleep,” Kris whispered back.
“Come to bed.”
“I can’t … they’re waiting for me downstairs.”
The silhouette of an arm rose in the dim room and connected with the bedside lamp. The sight of his lover sprawled out in their big bed, tanned chest bare and enticing, almost made Kris change his mind and call off the conference call. Addi rubbed his eyes, adjusting them to the light, then looked at the clock.
“It’s 3:00 am,” he groaned.
“I know …but its 11:00 am in Boston.” He shuffled his feet. “They’re waiting … sorry but ….”
The sheikh waved a hand in the air.
“Go … go … don’t keep them waiting. I shall keep the bed warm.”
Kris took a moment to nibble the freckle on his lover’s bottom lip before scurrying out, forgetting to shut the door behind him.
Addi rolled over and tried to fall back to sleep but that damn sliver of light cutting through the door and slashing against the wall was too distracting. Dragging himself up, he padded barefoot to the door with every intention of closing. However, the moment his hand curled around the doorknob, Kris’ voice reached his ears and Addi had to follow.
Slipping on a robe, he stepped out onto the balcony that overlooked the living room and into the shadows, trying not to be obtrusive. Below him, he spotted his Kristopher sitting on the couch with his laptop open in front of him. There were a pile of files and papers on one side and a carafe of coffee on a tray on the other side. For the past week and a half, Kris had been conference calling nearly every night. The western world was celebrating the Christmas season which always seem to increase the call for charitable help. As Kris was overseeing their charitable activities in North America, skyping and phone calls were his main source of communication. Being here in Dubai, there was a 9 hour time difference so when it was a reasonable hour in Boston, it was the middle of the night in here. Addi couldn’t recall the last time they’d slept in bed together, let alone making … anyway, Addi’s mind understood the business side of their work but his heart thought it sucked olive pits.
Deciding he’d spied enough, the sheikh headed back to the bedroom, shutting the door on his way, and climbed back in bed. He looked at the clock again … 3:10am. Closing his eyes, he tried to sleep but his conscience thought it was a wonderful time to stir up the guilt again.
Back in October, after their month long trip to Ethiopia, the men had gone to Cape Town, South Africa for a vacation but it didn’t turn out that way. Despite all their precautions, Addi had contracted malaria and it put a damper on their trip. Kris never frowned … although Addi was sure he did when he was alone … and Addi had promised to make it up to him. Unfortunately, once Addi was well enough to take on his schedule again, it had been non -stop and neither man had really had a chance to relax since.
Rolling over and hugging Kris’ pillow to his chest, Addi let sleep wash over him once more, vowing he was going to keep that promise, no matter what.
The alarm went off and Addi rose, mostly rested for his busy day. Reaching out with arm, he discovered the other side of the bed cold and unslept in. Slipping on a robe, he rubbed his eyes, yawn, stretched and headed downstairs to find Kris.
He didn’t have far to go; Kris was dragging himself up the staircase. When he spotted Addi’s bare feet, he lifted his heavy head and flashed the best smile he could manage.
“Two ships that pass in the night yet again,” he joked.
Addi just opened his arms and let Kris fall into his embrace. The taller man was warm and comfortable and smelled of sleep and linen … Kris could have given into his exhaustion right then and there.
“Was the call successful?” Addi asked into his soft hair.
“Yup … everything’s in place,” Kris yawned, “and the money transfer has gone through. There will be a lot of welfare families enjoying Christmas this year.” Kris pulled away, frustration and worry on his face. “Oh shit.”
“What is it?”
“Christmas is coming up fast and I haven’t even thought about gifts for my family. Damn it … I guess I’ll go shopping after my meeting this afternoon.”
Addi took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
“What you will do Kristopher is have a shower, get into bed and sleep.”
“Sounds good.” He tried to go in another direction, towards the alarm. “Let me just set the clock to …..”
“No, you will not the clock. You will stay in bed as long as your body and mind demands.”
“Addi I can’t, the meeting ….”
“Will be postponed. You are in no shape to keep working today. You need rest.”
“I can’t put it off.”
“Of course you can.”
“How?”
“Your boss told you to.”
“What about my shopping?”
By this time, Addi had led him into the bathroom and had Kris undressed and under a warm stream of water.
“If you feel rested tonight, by all means. If you’d rather, look online and have the items delivered to you or directly to your family.”
Kris rested his hands against the tiles, bracing himself as his hair was gently washed, rivulets of soap gathering on his shoulders.
“That’s so impersonal. I want to go myself.”
“As you wish Habibi.”
While Addi finished bathing him, Kris ran over in his mind the stores in the shopping mall next to their home. There would have to be something there his family would like … after all there were 1,200+ shops. Maybe he should look online and narrow it down anyway.
With the shower over, Kris slowly changed into his pajamas and settled into bed. Before Addi could kiss him good night, the other man was already asleep. As silently as he could, Addi finished getting ready for his day then headed downstairs to the kitchen. On the way through the living room, Addi saw Kris’ laptop was still on. Picking it up, he was just about to shut it down when he noticed a tab Kris had left open. It was his hometown’s newspaper. Addi sat down and looked at the headlines; though the trials and tribulations weren’t much different than what was happening in Dubai, it was a world apart. Was Kris homesick? He often checked in on his hometown so he had something common to talk to his parents about, Kris said. But the holidays were approaching and if Addi thought about it, Kris had been telling him stories about growing up a lot lately, and many of them centered around Christmas.
Addi didn’t personally celebrate the holiday but it didn’t mean Kris couldn’t. Looking out the window down to the fountains at the base of Burj Khalifa, he spotted the large Christmas tree and little market set up by it. They were an Arab country but an international city so these decorations were common and festive. Many of their neighbors were from Europe and they’d already received multiple invitations to Christmas parties in the weeks to come.
Still it wasn’t the same as being home.
Kris barely made it to the elevator with his shopping bags. He’d tried to limit himself to the stores he’d checked out on the mall’s website but he had a wandering eye and kept getting distracted as new ideas popped into his head. This was the first Christmas he didn’t have to watch his money and he wanted to give his family the world. In the end, he reverted back to things he knew his family would like - clothes for his mom and sister-in-law, electronics for his dad, sporting paraphernalia for his brother, and toys for his niece and nephew.
When he got home, he dropped the bags just inside the front door and headed to the kitchen for a beer. Kris expected Addi to still be at his office, not in front of the stove in bare feet and casual clothes cooking something delectable … and oddly familiar.
Switching on the oven light, he peered through the window and laughed.
“Is that what it looks like?”
“I hope so.”
“I didn’t know you could make this?”
Addi didn’t do a lot of cooking (they usually ate out) but when he did, he certainly wasn’t All-American fare.
“I followed the directions to the letter so we shall see.”
Kris straightened up and grabbed his beer before joining his lover back at the stove.
“What brought this on?”
Addi looked at him with soft eyes. “I realized you are homesick.”
“I am?”
“Aren’t you?”
Kris rubbed the back of his neck and grinned, “I suppose I am.”
“That is why I wanted bring some of “home” to you. I emailed your mother and asked her for your favorite recipe. I doubt it will be as good as hers,” Addi explained while he mashed the potatoes.
Kris ran a finger through the white fluffiness, sucked it off his finger than kissed his man’s cheek, leaving a little white mark.
“It will taste magnificent because you made it.”
Ten minutes later they were sitting down to dinner. The mashed potatoes were creamy, the broccoli was tender, not too mushy … but the meatloaf fell apart the moment a knife tried to cut into it. Looking at the counter, Addi saw the eggs sitting there and realized he forgot to add them to bind the meat and other ingredients together. It still tasted pretty good but it more chunky than loafy.
Cleaning the table, Addi brought out the tub of chocolate ice cream he’d also bought and Kris grabbed two bowls and spoons.
“I think it’s time to try another vacation,” Addi stated.
“Really? But aren’t we kinda busy this time of year?”
“When are we never ‘busy’ Kristopher?”
“True. What did you have in mind?”
“Well, we can’t take too much time so someplace not too far away. We already had a hot weather vacation.”
“That’s an understatement,” Kris replied, thinking back to the heat of Africa.
“Since you are used to colder weather this time a year, perhaps somewhere in Europe. Skiing?”
Kris stopped mid-lick, “You ski?”
“Of course I do!” Addi replied in mock surprise.
“Sand dunes don’t count,” Kris teased back.
“Well, it can’t be that much different … just colder.”
“Addi ….”
The sheikh laughed, “I’ve been skiing several times - in snow, might I add - and managed not to break anything more than a ski pole.”
“I like the sound of that … not about breaking anything but going skiing. Can we really do it?”
“By tonight, it will be done.”
Sure enough, by the time they headed to bed their schedules had been cleared for a week and reservations were already made at a ski resort in Sweden. Kris wondered about winter clothes than remembered they could get them at the mall. The skis and other equipment could be rented. They’d leave the following week and it couldn’t come fast enough for both of them.
Addi was surprised to see Kris waiting for him in bed.
“No skyping tonight?”
Kris had turned the lights low and lit some candles. He held out his hand, beckoning his lover to bed.
“I’m all yours.”
Getting under the sheets, Addi drew Kris close and kissed him tenderly. Addi’s hand splayed over Kris’ back, between his shoulder blades while Kris, in turn, massaged his man’s lower back. It had been so long, both men felt as if they were starving and when you’ve been starved, you need to start slow until your body is accustomed to the sensation of being full again, this feeling that curls your toes and shoots out of your body like fireworks.
Later that evening, after several encores, the men lay wrapped in each other’s arms, quietly contemplating. Kris imagined how it would be to make love in front of a crackling fire in their chalet on the side of a snowy mountain …
… and Addi prayed to Allah that his scheme would work.
Burj Khalifa (full shot) ~ http://www.dubaitours.net/images/dybaiattractions/burjkhalifa.jpg
Burj Khalifa (Kris’ first view) ~ http://i.images.cdn.fotopedia.com/flickr-6203390713-hd/Great_Architects_of_the_World/by_firms/Skidmore_Owings_and_Merrill_USA/Burj_Khalifa/Burj_Khalifa_Dubai.jpg
Dubai view from Addi’s condo ~ http://mw2.google.com/mw-panoramio/photos/medium/72110282.jpg
Bedroom ~ http://www.isysportal.com/images/photoalbum/photoalbum25/Isys-HotMasala2-burj%20dubai%20khalifa%20interior%2018466.jpg
Living Room ~ http://media.expedia.com/hotels/1000000/530000/527500/527497/527497_53_b.jpg
Dubai Mall ~ http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAMCnGzRnTA/TbO7yIl2WbI/AAAAAAAADQA/pa6jyWBjYXM/s400/world%2527s+largest+mall+in+dubai.jpg
Verse: Addi Baba
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: Kris Allen left his life behind in the States to follow the intriguing Sheikh Addi Baba (Adam) and work for his foundation.
After their month long endeavor digging water wells in Ethiopia, the men took a vacation to Cape Town, South Africa where they were rudely interrupted by a case of malaria. Addi felt horrible ruining their trip and promised Kris he’d make it up to him. Months have passed and finally Addi finds the perfect opportunity … or so he thought.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
The bedroom door opened slowly, spreading a faint sliver of muted light over the golden carpet. He tip-toed over the plush surface to the desk on the far side of the room, picked up one of his portfolio folders and tried to tip-toe out as quietly.
“Habibi?” a soft, sleepy voice slowly asked.
Shit … he didn’t want to wake him … again.
“Sorry … go back to sleep,” Kris whispered back.
“Come to bed.”
“I can’t … they’re waiting for me downstairs.”
The silhouette of an arm rose in the dim room and connected with the bedside lamp. The sight of his lover sprawled out in their big bed, tanned chest bare and enticing, almost made Kris change his mind and call off the conference call. Addi rubbed his eyes, adjusting them to the light, then looked at the clock.
“It’s 3:00 am,” he groaned.
“I know …but its 11:00 am in Boston.” He shuffled his feet. “They’re waiting … sorry but ….”
The sheikh waved a hand in the air.
“Go … go … don’t keep them waiting. I shall keep the bed warm.”
Kris took a moment to nibble the freckle on his lover’s bottom lip before scurrying out, forgetting to shut the door behind him.
Addi rolled over and tried to fall back to sleep but that damn sliver of light cutting through the door and slashing against the wall was too distracting. Dragging himself up, he padded barefoot to the door with every intention of closing. However, the moment his hand curled around the doorknob, Kris’ voice reached his ears and Addi had to follow.
Slipping on a robe, he stepped out onto the balcony that overlooked the living room and into the shadows, trying not to be obtrusive. Below him, he spotted his Kristopher sitting on the couch with his laptop open in front of him. There were a pile of files and papers on one side and a carafe of coffee on a tray on the other side. For the past week and a half, Kris had been conference calling nearly every night. The western world was celebrating the Christmas season which always seem to increase the call for charitable help. As Kris was overseeing their charitable activities in North America, skyping and phone calls were his main source of communication. Being here in Dubai, there was a 9 hour time difference so when it was a reasonable hour in Boston, it was the middle of the night in here. Addi couldn’t recall the last time they’d slept in bed together, let alone making … anyway, Addi’s mind understood the business side of their work but his heart thought it sucked olive pits.
Deciding he’d spied enough, the sheikh headed back to the bedroom, shutting the door on his way, and climbed back in bed. He looked at the clock again … 3:10am. Closing his eyes, he tried to sleep but his conscience thought it was a wonderful time to stir up the guilt again.
Back in October, after their month long trip to Ethiopia, the men had gone to Cape Town, South Africa for a vacation but it didn’t turn out that way. Despite all their precautions, Addi had contracted malaria and it put a damper on their trip. Kris never frowned … although Addi was sure he did when he was alone … and Addi had promised to make it up to him. Unfortunately, once Addi was well enough to take on his schedule again, it had been non -stop and neither man had really had a chance to relax since.
Rolling over and hugging Kris’ pillow to his chest, Addi let sleep wash over him once more, vowing he was going to keep that promise, no matter what.
The alarm went off and Addi rose, mostly rested for his busy day. Reaching out with arm, he discovered the other side of the bed cold and unslept in. Slipping on a robe, he rubbed his eyes, yawn, stretched and headed downstairs to find Kris.
He didn’t have far to go; Kris was dragging himself up the staircase. When he spotted Addi’s bare feet, he lifted his heavy head and flashed the best smile he could manage.
“Two ships that pass in the night yet again,” he joked.
Addi just opened his arms and let Kris fall into his embrace. The taller man was warm and comfortable and smelled of sleep and linen … Kris could have given into his exhaustion right then and there.
“Was the call successful?” Addi asked into his soft hair.
“Yup … everything’s in place,” Kris yawned, “and the money transfer has gone through. There will be a lot of welfare families enjoying Christmas this year.” Kris pulled away, frustration and worry on his face. “Oh shit.”
“What is it?”
“Christmas is coming up fast and I haven’t even thought about gifts for my family. Damn it … I guess I’ll go shopping after my meeting this afternoon.”
Addi took his hand and led him into the bedroom.
“What you will do Kristopher is have a shower, get into bed and sleep.”
“Sounds good.” He tried to go in another direction, towards the alarm. “Let me just set the clock to …..”
“No, you will not the clock. You will stay in bed as long as your body and mind demands.”
“Addi I can’t, the meeting ….”
“Will be postponed. You are in no shape to keep working today. You need rest.”
“I can’t put it off.”
“Of course you can.”
“How?”
“Your boss told you to.”
“What about my shopping?”
By this time, Addi had led him into the bathroom and had Kris undressed and under a warm stream of water.
“If you feel rested tonight, by all means. If you’d rather, look online and have the items delivered to you or directly to your family.”
Kris rested his hands against the tiles, bracing himself as his hair was gently washed, rivulets of soap gathering on his shoulders.
“That’s so impersonal. I want to go myself.”
“As you wish Habibi.”
While Addi finished bathing him, Kris ran over in his mind the stores in the shopping mall next to their home. There would have to be something there his family would like … after all there were 1,200+ shops. Maybe he should look online and narrow it down anyway.
With the shower over, Kris slowly changed into his pajamas and settled into bed. Before Addi could kiss him good night, the other man was already asleep. As silently as he could, Addi finished getting ready for his day then headed downstairs to the kitchen. On the way through the living room, Addi saw Kris’ laptop was still on. Picking it up, he was just about to shut it down when he noticed a tab Kris had left open. It was his hometown’s newspaper. Addi sat down and looked at the headlines; though the trials and tribulations weren’t much different than what was happening in Dubai, it was a world apart. Was Kris homesick? He often checked in on his hometown so he had something common to talk to his parents about, Kris said. But the holidays were approaching and if Addi thought about it, Kris had been telling him stories about growing up a lot lately, and many of them centered around Christmas.
Addi didn’t personally celebrate the holiday but it didn’t mean Kris couldn’t. Looking out the window down to the fountains at the base of Burj Khalifa, he spotted the large Christmas tree and little market set up by it. They were an Arab country but an international city so these decorations were common and festive. Many of their neighbors were from Europe and they’d already received multiple invitations to Christmas parties in the weeks to come.
Still it wasn’t the same as being home.
Kris barely made it to the elevator with his shopping bags. He’d tried to limit himself to the stores he’d checked out on the mall’s website but he had a wandering eye and kept getting distracted as new ideas popped into his head. This was the first Christmas he didn’t have to watch his money and he wanted to give his family the world. In the end, he reverted back to things he knew his family would like - clothes for his mom and sister-in-law, electronics for his dad, sporting paraphernalia for his brother, and toys for his niece and nephew.
When he got home, he dropped the bags just inside the front door and headed to the kitchen for a beer. Kris expected Addi to still be at his office, not in front of the stove in bare feet and casual clothes cooking something delectable … and oddly familiar.
Switching on the oven light, he peered through the window and laughed.
“Is that what it looks like?”
“I hope so.”
“I didn’t know you could make this?”
Addi didn’t do a lot of cooking (they usually ate out) but when he did, he certainly wasn’t All-American fare.
“I followed the directions to the letter so we shall see.”
Kris straightened up and grabbed his beer before joining his lover back at the stove.
“What brought this on?”
Addi looked at him with soft eyes. “I realized you are homesick.”
“I am?”
“Aren’t you?”
Kris rubbed the back of his neck and grinned, “I suppose I am.”
“That is why I wanted bring some of “home” to you. I emailed your mother and asked her for your favorite recipe. I doubt it will be as good as hers,” Addi explained while he mashed the potatoes.
Kris ran a finger through the white fluffiness, sucked it off his finger than kissed his man’s cheek, leaving a little white mark.
“It will taste magnificent because you made it.”
Ten minutes later they were sitting down to dinner. The mashed potatoes were creamy, the broccoli was tender, not too mushy … but the meatloaf fell apart the moment a knife tried to cut into it. Looking at the counter, Addi saw the eggs sitting there and realized he forgot to add them to bind the meat and other ingredients together. It still tasted pretty good but it more chunky than loafy.
Cleaning the table, Addi brought out the tub of chocolate ice cream he’d also bought and Kris grabbed two bowls and spoons.
“I think it’s time to try another vacation,” Addi stated.
“Really? But aren’t we kinda busy this time of year?”
“When are we never ‘busy’ Kristopher?”
“True. What did you have in mind?”
“Well, we can’t take too much time so someplace not too far away. We already had a hot weather vacation.”
“That’s an understatement,” Kris replied, thinking back to the heat of Africa.
“Since you are used to colder weather this time a year, perhaps somewhere in Europe. Skiing?”
Kris stopped mid-lick, “You ski?”
“Of course I do!” Addi replied in mock surprise.
“Sand dunes don’t count,” Kris teased back.
“Well, it can’t be that much different … just colder.”
“Addi ….”
The sheikh laughed, “I’ve been skiing several times - in snow, might I add - and managed not to break anything more than a ski pole.”
“I like the sound of that … not about breaking anything but going skiing. Can we really do it?”
“By tonight, it will be done.”
Sure enough, by the time they headed to bed their schedules had been cleared for a week and reservations were already made at a ski resort in Sweden. Kris wondered about winter clothes than remembered they could get them at the mall. The skis and other equipment could be rented. They’d leave the following week and it couldn’t come fast enough for both of them.
Addi was surprised to see Kris waiting for him in bed.
“No skyping tonight?”
Kris had turned the lights low and lit some candles. He held out his hand, beckoning his lover to bed.
“I’m all yours.”
Getting under the sheets, Addi drew Kris close and kissed him tenderly. Addi’s hand splayed over Kris’ back, between his shoulder blades while Kris, in turn, massaged his man’s lower back. It had been so long, both men felt as if they were starving and when you’ve been starved, you need to start slow until your body is accustomed to the sensation of being full again, this feeling that curls your toes and shoots out of your body like fireworks.
Later that evening, after several encores, the men lay wrapped in each other’s arms, quietly contemplating. Kris imagined how it would be to make love in front of a crackling fire in their chalet on the side of a snowy mountain …
… and Addi prayed to Allah that his scheme would work.
Burj Khalifa (full shot) ~ http://www.dubaitours.net/images/dybaiattractions/burjkhalifa.jpg
Burj Khalifa (Kris’ first view) ~ http://i.images.cdn.fotopedia.com/flickr-6203390713-hd/Great_Architects_of_the_World/by_firms/Skidmore_Owings_and_Merrill_USA/Burj_Khalifa/Burj_Khalifa_Dubai.jpg
Dubai view from Addi’s condo ~ http://mw2.google.com/mw-panoramio/photos/medium/72110282.jpg
Bedroom ~ http://www.isysportal.com/images/photoalbum/photoalbum25/Isys-HotMasala2-burj%20dubai%20khalifa%20interior%2018466.jpg
Living Room ~ http://media.expedia.com/hotels/1000000/530000/527500/527497/527497_53_b.jpg
Dubai Mall ~ http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tAMCnGzRnTA/TbO7yIl2WbI/AAAAAAAADQA/pa6jyWBjYXM/s400/world%2527s+largest+mall+in+dubai.jpg
