Silence Screams the Truth
Title: Silence Screams the Truth
Author: digitaldreamsx
Pairings: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert (side pairing would be Kris/his father)
Rating: R (for sexual content, though not really explicit, and mentions of abuse)
Summary: Kris comes from a broken home, and Adam is the only person that can comfort him.
Notes: AU. Implied non-con/rape. I probably won't do anything else with this piece, but you never know.
I’m safe up high, nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party’s over?
No pain, inside, you’re like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
Adam Lambert; my obsession, addiction, best friend, and worst enemy. He’s my high, and my low, the one thing that kills me with every kiss, and shocks me back to life with every moan and gasp. He is my lifeline, my life support, my savior.
And even now, when I’m at my peak, my ultimate high, reality crashes down hard. This is almost over; this night, this blissful, magnificent night is about to end, and I will have to return to a cold, broken home. There will be no warmth from the body that will take advantage of my own, only harsh words and rough movements. With one more shudder, and one more soft moan, it’s over. Almost immediately, coldness fills where the warmth of comfort once was, and as Adam pulls away, I cry out weakly.
“No, not yet; please don’t let go!” This is not unusual, and he’s used to curling around me. But never once does he ask a question as to why I always react this way. He never asks what goes on at home, why I never want to leave him. He just holds me. But sometimes, somehow, I think he knows the reason. I think he understands. We never talk; just lay in silence, holding each other.
But words are empty; it’s silence that speaks volumes.
It doesn’t take long before Adam is forcing me to get up, despite my cries and protests. I know that he doesn’t want me to get more hurt than I already will; he cares about me. He’s the only one that does. But tonight is different, and he grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer.
“You’re beautiful, Kristopher Allen,” he whispers in my ear. I smile a small, sheepish smile.
“You’re perfect, Adam Lambert,” I whispered in return. As he held my hand the whole way home, I knew that everything would be fine, because at the end of the day, I have the most amazing, perfect man in the world to hold and comfort me.
Author: digitaldreamsx
Pairings: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert (side pairing would be Kris/his father)
Rating: R (for sexual content, though not really explicit, and mentions of abuse)
Summary: Kris comes from a broken home, and Adam is the only person that can comfort him.
Notes: AU. Implied non-con/rape. I probably won't do anything else with this piece, but you never know.
I’m safe up high, nothing can touch me
But why do I feel this party’s over?
No pain, inside, you’re like perfection
But how do I feel this good sober?
Adam Lambert; my obsession, addiction, best friend, and worst enemy. He’s my high, and my low, the one thing that kills me with every kiss, and shocks me back to life with every moan and gasp. He is my lifeline, my life support, my savior.
And even now, when I’m at my peak, my ultimate high, reality crashes down hard. This is almost over; this night, this blissful, magnificent night is about to end, and I will have to return to a cold, broken home. There will be no warmth from the body that will take advantage of my own, only harsh words and rough movements. With one more shudder, and one more soft moan, it’s over. Almost immediately, coldness fills where the warmth of comfort once was, and as Adam pulls away, I cry out weakly.
“No, not yet; please don’t let go!” This is not unusual, and he’s used to curling around me. But never once does he ask a question as to why I always react this way. He never asks what goes on at home, why I never want to leave him. He just holds me. But sometimes, somehow, I think he knows the reason. I think he understands. We never talk; just lay in silence, holding each other.
But words are empty; it’s silence that speaks volumes.
It doesn’t take long before Adam is forcing me to get up, despite my cries and protests. I know that he doesn’t want me to get more hurt than I already will; he cares about me. He’s the only one that does. But tonight is different, and he grabs me by the waist and pulls me closer.
“You’re beautiful, Kristopher Allen,” he whispers in my ear. I smile a small, sheepish smile.
“You’re perfect, Adam Lambert,” I whispered in return. As he held my hand the whole way home, I knew that everything would be fine, because at the end of the day, I have the most amazing, perfect man in the world to hold and comfort me.