Making It Up - Part 2
Title: Making it Up - Part 2
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.
Sorry for the short installment but it’s a good one, in my humble opinion.
Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/91306.html
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
The men decided to leave late afternoon so they would sleep through half the flight and wake up refreshed for the long drive from Arlanda Airport to the resort north of the Stockholm. Just as Kris surmised, they bought ski clothing in the Dubai mail and would rent or buy their ski equipment when they landed.
Kris was so excited about the rest that he didn’t know what to do with himself. He sat in his seat drumming his fingers against the chair’s arm and tapping his toes. Addi was checking in with the pilot before they took off. When he came back, he laughed out loud.
“Kristopher, you have grasshoppers in your pants!”
“I what?!”
The standing man waved his hand up and down, indicating the sitting man’s antics.
“Your body, you have grasshoppers!”
Kris scrunched his forehead than popped his eyes.
“Oh! You mean ants in my pants!”
Addi sat down, a look of disdain on his handsome face.
“I like grasshoppers more.”
The plane started to taxi down the runway.
“I can’t believe we’re really doing this. How long is the flight again?”
“Well, he said anywhere between 11 and 16 hours depending on the winds. Are we in a rush?”
“No, no, just … anxious.”
“I didn’t know you loved skiing that much.”
Kris leaned over and softly kissed his man’s lips.
“I’m anxious to have time alone with you actually. Just the two of us and a bear rug.”
Taking his lover’s hand, Addi smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
They had dinner and spent several hours searching the net for things to do in Stockholm. Skiing would be fun but they mutually decided not to spend the entire week throwing themselves down a hill. They found a luxurious small and private hotel that Addi said they’d book when they landed and scoped out restaurants and sites of interest.
All that time spent pressed side by side, looking at the screen … fingers touching the computer keys at the same time … the soft talking … the smiles … the privacy … eventually led to their mile-high bedroom. With a lot of time to pass, they took their time touching and holding each other. The clothing began coming off one piece at a time, carpeting the carpeting. When there was nothing between them but the fabric of their briefs, Kris hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Addi’s garment and began to move down. Addi’s hands covered his but rather than speed the process up, he stopped it.
“Don’t stop,” Kris pleaded, his fingers twitching against the fabric.
Addi smiled and kissed him tenderly.
“I have to … that is …,” Addi stuttered, glancing towards the bathroom.
Kris understood and let go.
“Don’t take too long.”
Addi kissed him again and disappeared behind the door. Kris picked up the strewn clothes than stood there aimlessly.
“Addi? Are you finished?” he called out ten minutes later.
There was silence.
“You okay?”
The door opened and Kris got the shock of his young life. He never expected this … thought it was a lost cause … a pipe dream. Barely able to move his feet, he took the few steps necessary to stand within touching distance. Slowly, as if he might frighten Addi away, Kris rose his hand to cup the warm, damp cheek, his thumb stroking the now smooth skin around lips and chin.
“How … but … when … why …,” Kris stammered.
“Do you not approve?” Addi asked tentatively.
“I thought you didn’t want to do it … you said business ….”
“You were right, I will grow back quickly.” Kris’ thumb brushed the sheikh’s lips and the taller man kissed it.
“Merry Christmas Habibi.”
Holding the other man’s shoulders, Kris braced himself as his lips ghosted over the newly shaved skin. Addi hissed as the skin was tender and Kris promised to be careful.
“I can’t wait to feel that smooth skin against me,” he whispered, leaving the skin for the tempting lips.
“Why wait.”
Addi took hold of his lover’s hands and set them on his waist. Once again, Kris hooked his fingers under the fabric and this time they accomplished their mission. When nothing stood between them but air, the men stretched out on the bed. Kris nearly purred as Addi’s head settled between his thighs, smooth cheeks nuzzling his sensitive skin. Slick fingers pressed into him, begging entry. Spreading his legs wider, Kris welcomed the visitors and how they worked him open.
“Ad …Addi … please … n-need you ….”
For a moment that seemed like eternity, Kris was empty before being filled with heat and hardness and power. Lifting a leg, he draped it over the strong shoulder hovering above him, turning his body just enough that every thrust made him see stars … more stars than the ones surrounding them in flight.
“Sheikh Baba … Mr. Allen … we’ll be landing in two hours.”
The static-tinged voice jolted Addi awake. His first thought was praying to Allah that Kristopher hadn’t heard. Looking down at his lover, he let out breath as he realized the man still slept. Climbing over him carefully, he got out of bed and pressed the intercom button.
“Thank you Captain,” he whispered, eyes never leaving the sleeping form.
Quivering a little from the cabin’s chill and nerves, Addi scooted over to the window furthest away from the bed and lifted the blackout blind to look out. Below him, a familiar island passed by.
They were nearly there.
“Mphfff … Addi …,” Kris mumbled, arm fanning out in search of a warm body.
“Here habibi,” he replied, climbing back under the covers.
Kris wrapped himself around the larger body and squeaked.
“You’re cold.”
“Sorry.”
“Mmmm … kay … had weirdest dream.”
“You did?”
“Yup … dreamed you shaved your beard and ‘stache off. Wishful thinking I guess.”
“But I did Kristopher.”
Kris opened one eye and took a moment to focus on the clean cut face. Recollections of his lover … down there … flooded his mind and reached out. Addi took the offered hand, only to find himself drawn close enough for Kris to feel his jaw.
“The stubble’s coming back.” Not letting go of Addi hand, he dragged him to the bathroom. “My turn to shave you ….”
“Please have a seat and put on your seatbelts. We will be landing shortly.”
Kris and Addi followed the pilot’s instructions. They’d finished in the bathroom and elsewhere, got dressed, had a quick bit of breakfast and were ready to start their vacation.
“I’m so excited I could spit!” Kris burst out.
Addi couldn’t help but chuckle, “I prefer if you didn’t Kristopher.”
“I wonder how cold it will be when we land. We better put on our snow coats before disembarking.”
“Whatever you want.”
Kris touched his man’s hand.
“Hey, are you okay? I thought you’d be more excited.”
“I am excited … and nervous.”
Kris kissed his cheek.
“I know it’s been a while since you skied - me too - but once we get on the slopes, it will all come back to us.”
The plane bumpety bumped as it landed on the runway. Slowing down, it taxied to a private hanger and came to a halt. Both men got out of their seats and reached for their coats; Kris put his on quickly and Addi stood there holding his jacket … and his breath.
The pilot appeared and opened the door. Kris stepped forward, expecting cold air.
The air was cold but not Arctic cold.
Stepping out on the landing, he looked around in confusion. Where the mountains in the distance … where was the snow … where were the charming historic buildings? He heard voices calling out from the hanger, speaking perfect English.
Slowly, a realization dawned on him that made him kinda sick.
Kris knew this place. Turning, he looked at his lover. Addi had a half-smile on his face which quickly vanished as Kris harshly spoke out:
“Oh my God Addi … what have you done?”
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.
Sorry for the short installment but it’s a good one, in my humble opinion.
Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/91306.html
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
The men decided to leave late afternoon so they would sleep through half the flight and wake up refreshed for the long drive from Arlanda Airport to the resort north of the Stockholm. Just as Kris surmised, they bought ski clothing in the Dubai mail and would rent or buy their ski equipment when they landed.
Kris was so excited about the rest that he didn’t know what to do with himself. He sat in his seat drumming his fingers against the chair’s arm and tapping his toes. Addi was checking in with the pilot before they took off. When he came back, he laughed out loud.
“Kristopher, you have grasshoppers in your pants!”
“I what?!”
The standing man waved his hand up and down, indicating the sitting man’s antics.
“Your body, you have grasshoppers!”
Kris scrunched his forehead than popped his eyes.
“Oh! You mean ants in my pants!”
Addi sat down, a look of disdain on his handsome face.
“I like grasshoppers more.”
The plane started to taxi down the runway.
“I can’t believe we’re really doing this. How long is the flight again?”
“Well, he said anywhere between 11 and 16 hours depending on the winds. Are we in a rush?”
“No, no, just … anxious.”
“I didn’t know you loved skiing that much.”
Kris leaned over and softly kissed his man’s lips.
“I’m anxious to have time alone with you actually. Just the two of us and a bear rug.”
Taking his lover’s hand, Addi smiled but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.
They had dinner and spent several hours searching the net for things to do in Stockholm. Skiing would be fun but they mutually decided not to spend the entire week throwing themselves down a hill. They found a luxurious small and private hotel that Addi said they’d book when they landed and scoped out restaurants and sites of interest.
All that time spent pressed side by side, looking at the screen … fingers touching the computer keys at the same time … the soft talking … the smiles … the privacy … eventually led to their mile-high bedroom. With a lot of time to pass, they took their time touching and holding each other. The clothing began coming off one piece at a time, carpeting the carpeting. When there was nothing between them but the fabric of their briefs, Kris hooked his thumbs into the waistband of Addi’s garment and began to move down. Addi’s hands covered his but rather than speed the process up, he stopped it.
“Don’t stop,” Kris pleaded, his fingers twitching against the fabric.
Addi smiled and kissed him tenderly.
“I have to … that is …,” Addi stuttered, glancing towards the bathroom.
Kris understood and let go.
“Don’t take too long.”
Addi kissed him again and disappeared behind the door. Kris picked up the strewn clothes than stood there aimlessly.
“Addi? Are you finished?” he called out ten minutes later.
There was silence.
“You okay?”
The door opened and Kris got the shock of his young life. He never expected this … thought it was a lost cause … a pipe dream. Barely able to move his feet, he took the few steps necessary to stand within touching distance. Slowly, as if he might frighten Addi away, Kris rose his hand to cup the warm, damp cheek, his thumb stroking the now smooth skin around lips and chin.
“How … but … when … why …,” Kris stammered.
“Do you not approve?” Addi asked tentatively.
“I thought you didn’t want to do it … you said business ….”
“You were right, I will grow back quickly.” Kris’ thumb brushed the sheikh’s lips and the taller man kissed it.
“Merry Christmas Habibi.”
Holding the other man’s shoulders, Kris braced himself as his lips ghosted over the newly shaved skin. Addi hissed as the skin was tender and Kris promised to be careful.
“I can’t wait to feel that smooth skin against me,” he whispered, leaving the skin for the tempting lips.
“Why wait.”
Addi took hold of his lover’s hands and set them on his waist. Once again, Kris hooked his fingers under the fabric and this time they accomplished their mission. When nothing stood between them but air, the men stretched out on the bed. Kris nearly purred as Addi’s head settled between his thighs, smooth cheeks nuzzling his sensitive skin. Slick fingers pressed into him, begging entry. Spreading his legs wider, Kris welcomed the visitors and how they worked him open.
“Ad …Addi … please … n-need you ….”
For a moment that seemed like eternity, Kris was empty before being filled with heat and hardness and power. Lifting a leg, he draped it over the strong shoulder hovering above him, turning his body just enough that every thrust made him see stars … more stars than the ones surrounding them in flight.
“Sheikh Baba … Mr. Allen … we’ll be landing in two hours.”
The static-tinged voice jolted Addi awake. His first thought was praying to Allah that Kristopher hadn’t heard. Looking down at his lover, he let out breath as he realized the man still slept. Climbing over him carefully, he got out of bed and pressed the intercom button.
“Thank you Captain,” he whispered, eyes never leaving the sleeping form.
Quivering a little from the cabin’s chill and nerves, Addi scooted over to the window furthest away from the bed and lifted the blackout blind to look out. Below him, a familiar island passed by.
They were nearly there.
“Mphfff … Addi …,” Kris mumbled, arm fanning out in search of a warm body.
“Here habibi,” he replied, climbing back under the covers.
Kris wrapped himself around the larger body and squeaked.
“You’re cold.”
“Sorry.”
“Mmmm … kay … had weirdest dream.”
“You did?”
“Yup … dreamed you shaved your beard and ‘stache off. Wishful thinking I guess.”
“But I did Kristopher.”
Kris opened one eye and took a moment to focus on the clean cut face. Recollections of his lover … down there … flooded his mind and reached out. Addi took the offered hand, only to find himself drawn close enough for Kris to feel his jaw.
“The stubble’s coming back.” Not letting go of Addi hand, he dragged him to the bathroom. “My turn to shave you ….”
“Please have a seat and put on your seatbelts. We will be landing shortly.”
Kris and Addi followed the pilot’s instructions. They’d finished in the bathroom and elsewhere, got dressed, had a quick bit of breakfast and were ready to start their vacation.
“I’m so excited I could spit!” Kris burst out.
Addi couldn’t help but chuckle, “I prefer if you didn’t Kristopher.”
“I wonder how cold it will be when we land. We better put on our snow coats before disembarking.”
“Whatever you want.”
Kris touched his man’s hand.
“Hey, are you okay? I thought you’d be more excited.”
“I am excited … and nervous.”
Kris kissed his cheek.
“I know it’s been a while since you skied - me too - but once we get on the slopes, it will all come back to us.”
The plane bumpety bumped as it landed on the runway. Slowing down, it taxied to a private hanger and came to a halt. Both men got out of their seats and reached for their coats; Kris put his on quickly and Addi stood there holding his jacket … and his breath.
The pilot appeared and opened the door. Kris stepped forward, expecting cold air.
The air was cold but not Arctic cold.
Stepping out on the landing, he looked around in confusion. Where the mountains in the distance … where was the snow … where were the charming historic buildings? He heard voices calling out from the hanger, speaking perfect English.
Slowly, a realization dawned on him that made him kinda sick.
Kris knew this place. Turning, he looked at his lover. Addi had a half-smile on his face which quickly vanished as Kris harshly spoke out:
“Oh my God Addi … what have you done?”