Too Nice For Your Own Good [Epilogue]
Title: Too Nice For Your Own Good
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: PG13 for this chapter; NC-17 for entire fic
Word count: 2163 for this chapter; about 18 K for entire fic
Summary: AU in which Adam is a desperate kidnapper, who needs three hundred million dollars by the end of the week. What better way to get that money than by kidnapping Kris, who happens to be the boyfriend of a mafia boss? Except things don't quite turn out as he plans...
Disclaimer: I do not own these people, and this is only fiction - which means NOT TRUE.
Beta: None. All mistakes my own. -.- I'm new to LJ so I don't really know how the whole beta thing works, maybe tell me how in the comments?
Author's Note: Finally done, lol. Thank you 2 everyone who read the whole fic; it means a lot to me. I've had a blast working on this, and look forward to writing more epic Kradam in the future!
First chapter found here: kiri-no-yami.livejournal.com/1579.html#cutid1
Chap 2A: kiri-no-yami.livejournal.com/1825.html
Chap 2B: kiri-no-yami.livejournal.com/2303.html
Chap 3: kiri-no-yami.livejournal.com/2923.html
Kris sighed, leaning back in his reclining chair. He traced the design of the armrest absent-mindedly with one hand as his other quickly flipped through the papers. The usual barrage of untrue celebrity rumours were quickly scanned and then forgotten.
To gain something, something else of equal value had to be sacrificed. Kris supposed that in this case, his stardom had come exchanged with not only his years of hard-work as a struggling singer-songwriter, but also his privacy. Not that any of the bullshit in the papers were true - very, very little of it was actually. It was just what the PR people wanted the public to think about him, and since Kris was too lazy to be bothered with arguing, he pretty much let them have their way.
This meant that over the years, articles with titles like American Idol Winner Kris Allen Is Good With The Ladies, Kris’ New Girlfriend, Women Flock To Him Like Birds - What is His Secret? were published and he said not a word to deny the information inside.
All of his closest friends and family knew that the information mentioned were the farthest things from the truth though. Kris had in fact been acting like a celibate monk since long before Idol and hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time. Even if he had decided to sleep with somebody, Kris was fairly certainly he wouldn’t have chosen any of the random blonde actresses that just kept on ending up at his front door, getting paid to act like they were together by the record company.
They couldn’t have their big star be a nice, completely normal guy from Arkansas - no way. The way they had painted Kris made people think of him as a walking, talking sex machine.
His cell phone rang, and Kris picked up, knowing that only people who he actually wanted to hear from had his private number.
“Hey dude, how’s it going?”
“Trying to act like I’m completely straight as usual. Think Sandy… Sally? No, I’m pretty sure it’s Sandy, is coming over in a sec. I’m supposed to give her a little peck on the lips at the doorway for the paps.”
“No, shit.”
Kris rolled his eyes, despite the fact that his best friend couldn’t see from wherever he was calling from, “So, why are you calling tonight? Normally, you’re like pretty busy and stuff.”
“Aw, is Krissy feeling neglected?”
“Please just get to the point,” Kris rubbed his temples, “I’m sure you have more important things to attend to.”
“You got that right man, the UG don’t run itself, you know.” UG was short for Under Ground, the code word Matt used when referring to his business. Kris had tried, really he had, to get Matt to change his career choice, but the man had refused adamantly, stating that he didn’t think or act like a normal person any longer and probably wouldn’t be able to do anything else other than, well, what he did. Sometimes Kris’ mind wandered and he would think about how maybe, just maybe, if he had acted like he was in love with Matt like the man was clearly in love with him - maybe his words would have had a little bit more impact. But Kris hadn’t been able to lie about how he truly felt. They’d broken up, and as a best friend, he hadn’t been able to convince Matt to quit this profession that would clearly cost his life one day. “Which is why you should be real grateful that I’m passing this news to you as soon as I got wind of it.”
Suddenly Kris’ palms were sweaty and he was hyperventilating. Could it be? What other news could Matt possibly want to give him? After three years of long waiting and searching, was Adam finally coming back to him? He waited with bated breath for Matt’s next words.
“Lady Gaga’s performing in LA next week and I got us both tickets like real close to the stage!”
“…” Kris couldn’t help feeling more than a little disappointed. He was also a little annoyed for Matt giving him the silly hope in the first place. It was just that, if anybody was capable of finding Adam, he’d have thought his former boyfriend would - “Yeah, um, that’s great, ha ha.”
“Dude, is something wrong?” Matt sounded concerned at Kris’ lack of enthusiasm, “C’mon, I know you like her songs… So, what’s the matter?”
“Uh,” Kris had never been any good at thinking of excuses on the spot. Fortunately, he was rescued by the doorbell. There was Sandy now! “Talk to you later - got to go satisfy the cameras now. Bye!”
He purposefully took a detour to the washroom before getting the door. For one thing, Sandy needed to stay there long enough to get enough photos taken that she’d get at least a little famous. That’s what all these girls were after, other than the money they got paid (obviously) and Kris decided that he might as well give them the chance to pose as much as they wanted too. Not only that, but he seriously needed to splash some cold water on his face after the heart attack Matt had almost given him.
Kris’ shoulders slumped as he towelled his face dry. What if the wait for Adam was a futile one? The man might not even be… But Kris wouldn’t bring himself to think about that. He just couldn’t.
Until the day he died, he was not going to stop waiting, because something about Adam, in that one week they’d been together was unlike anything he’d seen before or since. There was this connection between them that was spontaneous and just gave off the feeling that something was right. That they belonged together.
But if they did, why was fate being so cruel?
He opened the door and gave the actress a smile, quickly pulling her in for the chaste kiss before he could change his mind. Her lips tasted like cherries. Kris tried his best to not puke and make the kiss look passionate, but it was a really difficult task.
God, one of these days, he was going to tell the PR people to just fuck off and admit to everybody that he was gay and unavailable.
One of these days.
But not today.
He pulled away from the kiss and ushered her inside, saying quickly, “Uh, make yourself at home, Sandy - the guest bedroom’s yours.”
She looked him straight in the eyes.
“It’s Sally.”
The next morning Kris had a meeting with some rich business exec or other. The only thing he was expected to do was sit there while the others discussed business. He was expecting that and perfectly fine with it.
What he was most definitely not expecting were to see those sky blue eyes that were so familiar and yet seemed to belong to a memory so far away. Involuntarily, the name left his lips, “Adam.” He hesitated, not really sure what to say next. This man looked different yet the same. The question was, did he still want Kris after all this time or was this meeting just a coincidence?
“Mr. Allen, let’s step outside for some private words, shall we?” Adam was all business, but Kris could see a smirk just about to reveal itself. He felt relieved, and a certain warmth blossomed in his chest in anticipation. This was like one of those fairy tales he used to hear about when he was a kid - the kind of thing that never happened in real life. Three fucking years. Had they both held onto one week and a certain indescribable feeling for that long?
Almost the second they were out the door, after looking left and right to see that the hallway was deserted, Adam breathed into Kris’ ear and stated, teasingly, “I see you’ve been naughty while I was gone.”
Kris whispered right back, “You know none of that stuff is true right?”
“Of course,” Adam licked a stripe from his earlobe to his chin. Kris shivered and he hardly registered the man’s next words, “who in their right minds would give up a mafia boss for some random blonde?”
“I knew it wasn’t just me. They are all blondes, huh?”
“Yeah, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you had a type.” Adam was backing up a little now, so that he could get a look at Kris. He apparently liked what he saw, “You’ve grown more confident, haven’t you?”
Kris shrugged, but gave a lopsided smile as his reply.
“Good for you. This is probably late, but congratulations on winning American Idol man,” Adam sounded genuinely sorry for not being there, “You deserved it.”
“Thanks.”
Suddenly Kris felt like this intimate reunion shouldn’t be happening out in the hallway. Who knew what people could just walk in on them like this? He didn’t care about bad publicity for himself (the label would probably throw a party or something for him upon finding out that he did, in fact, have a wild side), but what if Adam got in trouble? “Washroom?” He suggested.
Adam just led the way.
“You know, I-I’ve been waiting for you for so long… Why didn’t you come back sooner?”
Adam’s hand tightened around his wrist, and his lips made its way to the nape of Kris’ neck, which was occupied, and had been, ever since the man had received a little souvenir three years ago. The little favour Adam had asked of Brad before he left. A sign that Kris hadn’t forgotten about him, and was still waiting… Always waiting. “Doesn’t matter, baby. I’m back now, and not going to leave you for the world.”
Kris sucked in a quick breath, “A-Adam, pinch me.”
Raising an eyebrow questioningly, Adam did as Kris requested. An “ouch!” later, Kris was smiling as tears streamed down his cheeks. He hugged Adam tightly and cried into his chest. Adam’s coat would probably get snot and stuff all over it, but Kris was far too overwhelmed to care. The tears and the silence between them spoke volumes. The connection was still there, just as strong, if not more so, than before.
This wasn’t a dream. This was real. This was Adam, right in front of him, saying that everything was going to be alright now and the wait was over. Kris felt just a little dizzy from this unbelievable surprise.
Adam let Kris take his time crying, but realized that they were expected back in the meeting room sometime this century and that people would come looking soon. “Look, Kris. I want to do things right this time. How about I take you out to dinner tonight?”
Kris’ eyes never lost contact with Adam’s as he wiped his face of any remaining tears, “You mean like a date?”
Adam nodded, “Yeah, and I have a present for you. But before we get ahead of ourselves, we’d better get back before they think aliens abducted their precious super star.”
“The aliens made us do it,” Kris chuckled.
Adam just looked at him weird.
“Oh, sorry, um, been reading too much AI fan fiction lately.” Kris said as if that explained everything.
He suddenly thought of something as he wove their fingers together, a spring in his every step on their way back, “Adam, you’re a mad Gaga fan, right?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Well, how’d you like to go to a concert in LA next week?”
“Wow, you mean it?! That’s like ten times better than what I had planned. We’d have like, so much fun!”
Kris grinned wickedly, “Hell yeah.”
--Click this Link to see what’s on Kris’ neck--: www.westchestermagazine.com/images/2009/WW%20spring/summer%202009/Celebrate/Letter-A-Pendant.jpg
Three Years Earlier
Adam played with his airplane food, not particularly wanting to eat anything. He was too busy being preoccupied with thinking about the task he’d left Brad with.
The necklace of course, was fake. Because right now, Adam was dirt poor; but he was definitely ready to make a new start. In legitimate business this time.
One day though, maybe, if Kris didn’t end up with M.G. for whatever reason, Adam could swoop the man off his feet again. He decided that that would be what he’d work towards for now - buying Kris a real diamond-studded necklace, with the initial A. A mark, a souvenir, and a reminder of the time they’d been together.
Adam’s thoughts took a swerve from realistic planning into fantasy land as he imagined what it would be like to ask for Kris’ hand, a vow to be together for the rest of their lives, as he offered a ring with similar design to the necklace.
He shook his head, focus, Lambert.
One step at a time.
XDXDXDXDXD, I just had such a blast writing this epilogue & this entire fic in general. Even tho it was very challenging at times, it all worked out somehow. Hope u guys liked reading it just as much as I liked writing it~!