kradam, harper's island
For mrsfjl66
Pairing:
Kradam
Lyrics:
Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
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This guy is just a little bit too handsy for a lawyer.
That's all Adam can think about.
And maybe that is all kinds of wrong. And not at all what a good boyfriend should think about when his significant other is in the slammer for drunk and disorderly. But that is where he is.
Adam had to cancel two gigs, reschedule an important photoshoot, and take a red eye out of L.A. to get here. To find Kris mixed up with a bunch of pretty little half naked Cheerleaders.
The last thing he needs is Mr. Hot Pants, J.D. touching what is his.
"What are you doing?" Kris asks, when Adam's expression says as much and his handspull Kris away unceremoniously.
"Taking you home."
"Mr. Lambert, Mr. Lambert- I would have to advice against that. My client will need to remain in the city for a few more days while we iron out the kinks, as it were." The man's tone, all fake charm and southern condescension, demands compliance.
The last thing he needs is Kris shrugging apologetically and digging in his heels. It just makes Adam yank harder. "Yep. Got it. We are stuck in Mayberry. Don't worry, he may look like a hardened criminal, but he's hardly a flight risk."
Adam had wanted to call Kris' real lawyer the second he got here. But "Savannah," Kris' new bestie, had insisted that "her friend Marty's law professor could fix it". It seemed like a chance they should take if there was any possibility at all that they could keep this out of the press.
Kris doesn't go on benders often and Adam's own part in this is what keeps his mouth shut as they make their way to the rental car. Adam doesn't want to yell, contrary to popular belief he doesn't enjoy melodrama. He just wants this to be over so they can go home and forget this ever happened.
"I'm sorry." Kris says, out of nowhere. "I swear - that's the last time I'm partying with girls in spankies. There were backflips. And Jello Shots. I'm pretty sure I threw up."
Adam doesn't know if any, or all, of that is supposed to be a joke. "How did this happen anyway?"
The story Kris tells is ridiculous. He should really hire a new publicist, a new agent, a new everybody. He's better than college shows and seedy bars.
"The bar wasn't seedy." Kris argues, reading Adam as quick as ever. Proving the two weeks they haven't spoken hasn't slowed him down.
If the year they didn't speak, except at random award show appearances and on Twitter, didn't slow him down then maybe nothing ever will. "Well come on then, let's go there now. Fuck knows I need a Bloody Mary."
Kris looks a little green around the gills with the suggestion, but he ducks his head and slides into the car when Adam opens the door. He points out which way to go and leans back in the seat.
The silence is comfortable for about as long as it can be with still so much to say.
"For the record, I'm sorry too." Adam finally admits, pulling into the bar parking lot. He turns to stare until Kris opens his eyes and finally looks at him.
Kris looks wary, hopeful. "For what?"
"For", Adam sighs, what does Kris' mama always say? In for a penny, in for a pound. "For being too scared to admit that I missed you. For being too scared to say I didn't want you to stay. For losing my shit back at the station because criminal defense never looked so good."
The laughter in Kris' eyes is better than the pain and disappointment he's been showing since Adam got here.
The gentle touch he offers to Adam's leg isn't enough. "Come here."
The kiss Adam takes is as confident as the kiss Kris gave Adam two weeks ago was tentative. Maybe because this one isn't a possible goodbye. This kiss is "Hello again" and "I love you", as close as anyone is going to get to "always will".
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For crickets
Pairing:
Shane/Henry [although this is more Henry, Shane]
Lyrics:
everybody's tired of something
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Henry didn't want to kill him, and that was just fuel to the fire for his father. If Henry wouldn't - then by God, John Wakefield would.
Maybe...
He wanted to warn Shane, tell Shane to run, but men like Shane didn't do that. Men like Shane died where they were born, dug their feet in like roots and stubbornly bore whatever ill wind tried to shake them down.
If...
Henry wanted to love him, but men like Henry didn't know how. Love was too simple. He was made for obsession. Made to twist the knife into anything less, to destroy everyone that got in the way of what he had wanted from the start - a captive family, the sister who began all this too many years ago with whispered wishes.
He couldn't stop it. He couldn't choose something else, someone else. It had to be this.
Blood on his hands, blood in his heart, pooling in his mouth as he dies thinking - of all the people I killed, of all the people I allowed to be killed, maybe if I had saved you I could have saved myself.
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Pairing:
Kradam
Lyrics:
Take me down to the paradise city where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
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This guy is just a little bit too handsy for a lawyer.
That's all Adam can think about.
And maybe that is all kinds of wrong. And not at all what a good boyfriend should think about when his significant other is in the slammer for drunk and disorderly. But that is where he is.
Adam had to cancel two gigs, reschedule an important photoshoot, and take a red eye out of L.A. to get here. To find Kris mixed up with a bunch of pretty little half naked Cheerleaders.
The last thing he needs is Mr. Hot Pants, J.D. touching what is his.
"What are you doing?" Kris asks, when Adam's expression says as much and his handspull Kris away unceremoniously.
"Taking you home."
"Mr. Lambert, Mr. Lambert- I would have to advice against that. My client will need to remain in the city for a few more days while we iron out the kinks, as it were." The man's tone, all fake charm and southern condescension, demands compliance.
The last thing he needs is Kris shrugging apologetically and digging in his heels. It just makes Adam yank harder. "Yep. Got it. We are stuck in Mayberry. Don't worry, he may look like a hardened criminal, but he's hardly a flight risk."
Adam had wanted to call Kris' real lawyer the second he got here. But "Savannah," Kris' new bestie, had insisted that "her friend Marty's law professor could fix it". It seemed like a chance they should take if there was any possibility at all that they could keep this out of the press.
Kris doesn't go on benders often and Adam's own part in this is what keeps his mouth shut as they make their way to the rental car. Adam doesn't want to yell, contrary to popular belief he doesn't enjoy melodrama. He just wants this to be over so they can go home and forget this ever happened.
"I'm sorry." Kris says, out of nowhere. "I swear - that's the last time I'm partying with girls in spankies. There were backflips. And Jello Shots. I'm pretty sure I threw up."
Adam doesn't know if any, or all, of that is supposed to be a joke. "How did this happen anyway?"
The story Kris tells is ridiculous. He should really hire a new publicist, a new agent, a new everybody. He's better than college shows and seedy bars.
"The bar wasn't seedy." Kris argues, reading Adam as quick as ever. Proving the two weeks they haven't spoken hasn't slowed him down.
If the year they didn't speak, except at random award show appearances and on Twitter, didn't slow him down then maybe nothing ever will. "Well come on then, let's go there now. Fuck knows I need a Bloody Mary."
Kris looks a little green around the gills with the suggestion, but he ducks his head and slides into the car when Adam opens the door. He points out which way to go and leans back in the seat.
The silence is comfortable for about as long as it can be with still so much to say.
"For the record, I'm sorry too." Adam finally admits, pulling into the bar parking lot. He turns to stare until Kris opens his eyes and finally looks at him.
Kris looks wary, hopeful. "For what?"
"For", Adam sighs, what does Kris' mama always say? In for a penny, in for a pound. "For being too scared to admit that I missed you. For being too scared to say I didn't want you to stay. For losing my shit back at the station because criminal defense never looked so good."
The laughter in Kris' eyes is better than the pain and disappointment he's been showing since Adam got here.
The gentle touch he offers to Adam's leg isn't enough. "Come here."
The kiss Adam takes is as confident as the kiss Kris gave Adam two weeks ago was tentative. Maybe because this one isn't a possible goodbye. This kiss is "Hello again" and "I love you", as close as anyone is going to get to "always will".
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For crickets
Pairing:
Shane/Henry [although this is more Henry, Shane]
Lyrics:
everybody's tired of something
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Henry didn't want to kill him, and that was just fuel to the fire for his father. If Henry wouldn't - then by God, John Wakefield would.
Maybe...
He wanted to warn Shane, tell Shane to run, but men like Shane didn't do that. Men like Shane died where they were born, dug their feet in like roots and stubbornly bore whatever ill wind tried to shake them down.
If...
Henry wanted to love him, but men like Henry didn't know how. Love was too simple. He was made for obsession. Made to twist the knife into anything less, to destroy everyone that got in the way of what he had wanted from the start - a captive family, the sister who began all this too many years ago with whispered wishes.
He couldn't stop it. He couldn't choose something else, someone else. It had to be this.
Blood on his hands, blood in his heart, pooling in his mouth as he dies thinking - of all the people I killed, of all the people I allowed to be killed, maybe if I had saved you I could have saved myself.
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