You're Guaranteed to Run This Town 43/?
Title: You're Guaranteed to Run This Town 43/?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Adam has the problem that he dates all the wrong guys, and it seems that it’s going to happen all over again when he meets Kris - a young punk who’s really just a softie under all the leather and false confidence.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, silly drunkenness
Notes: A tad later than what I said. Got hit with another cold. :/ Hopefully it'll be gone soon and I can get the next out faster.
Adam frowned down at the book he was reading when he heard Kris' breaths becoming more and more uneven. He tossed it aside and peered out, debating on whether Kris needed help.
A few more breaths, then Kris sucked air deep into his lungs and let it all out slowly. “Sorry... I just...” He trailed off and listened to whatever his brother was saying and Adam leaned out the doorway a bit more. He could just see Kris cradling himself, eyes shiny with unshed tears, phone to his ear as he listened.
“S-so... Um...” He trailed off awkwardly, then huffed. “He's already locked up, Daniel.” After a moment a small smile graced his lips and he glanced up, smiling even more when he caught Adam leaning out the door, letting out a small laugh as he spoke. “Thank you...” There was a pause, then Kris let out more of a laugh. “No, Adam's just being a goof. Yeah, I'll call you later. Bye.”
Adam heard Kris hanging up and he slid back into his seat, waiting, listening to Kris' footsteps until Kris appeared in the doorway, looking like he just got a weight lifted off of his shoulders with a huge grin stretching his face. “Um...” Adam paused, caught up in how happy Kris looked. He looks happy and... and at peace. Proud, too. Adam smiled softly, then tilted his head back, motioning for Kris to come over, and opened his arms for the younger man.
Kris rolled his eyes, but strolled over, hands in his pockets with that same happy grin, before he settled himself in Adam's lap, his callous rough fingers digging into Adam's neck and hair. Instead of speaking at all, though, he just arched a brow at Adam while his fingers massaged away, making Adam want to just lean back and leave his body in Kris' very capable hands.
“Well... Really, I was just... just concerned. I heard you and, mn, and I... I just thought that maybe I'd keep an eye on you just in case.” Adam mumbled out, letting his eyes slip shut as Kris just kept kneading his head.
Kris hummed, then Adam felt a soft press of familiar lips, before Kris whispered against them. “Thank you...”
Adam blinked his eyes back open and stared up at his lover, who was chewing softly on his lips, looking completely content and satisfied with everything at that moment. Adam grinned, wide and bright, and brought his hands up along Kris' back, around to the back of his neck to tug Kris back down to him, melding their mouths together in a gentle, lingering kiss that just seemed to keep flowing on, and on, and on.
Kris pulled back from Aiden, laughing as the other man sort of clung onto him before he flopped into the booth across from him. Aiden grinned at him, swirling a finger around the rim of the glass of amber alcohol in front of him before he slumped to the side again. “Kris, I, thanks, man. For coming here, away from your Adam.” He paused a moment then tilted his head. “I wish I had an Adam but, but 'm not gonna try and take yours from you, cause, cause you're my buddy and Adam is your Adam.” He paused as Kris laughed some more, then scrunched his face up with a silly grin. “'m drunk.”
“Yes, you are very, very drunk.” Kris sighed and sipped at his drink, which probably had half of the alcohol content as Aiden's. “You going to be good for work tomorrow?”
Aiden shrugged then kicked as Kris under the table. “Don't care, 'm never not good.” He then grinned again. “'Cept for when I'm not good, 'f you know what I mean.”
Kris rolled his eyes, then gulped own the last bit of his drink before he checked his phone. It was pretty late. “Come on, finish up, you have to get to sleep.” He paused. “Want me to drop you off at Tommy's?”
Aiden frowned. “I wanna stay with you, dude.” He pouted and Kris had to bite back more laughter. “'s not funny. I miss hangin' out with you.” He shrugged. “And with work, 'm gonna get less time with you.”
Kris chewed on his lip for a bit then pulled out his phone again, queuing up Adam's number before he pressed call.
“Hey, I was just about to call you.” Adam's happy voice came through the speaker. “You coming back?”
Kris glanced over to Aiden for a moment then shook his head. “No, I was calling to say it might be a little later when I come back.” He paused, waiting for Adam to say something, and when he got no response he continued. “Aiden's kinda wasted so I was going to drop him off and Tommy's and stay with him for a while to make sure he's okay.”
“Oh, okay.” Adam paused a moment, then cleared his throat. Kris could hear him shifting around in bed, sheets sliding around him before there was the soft click of a light coming on. “Do you have an idea of when you'll be back?”
Kris shifted around in the booth for a moment before he finally answered. “I dunno, whenever I can get him down somewhere and make sure he'll be alright.” He paused a moment. “I can wake you up when I get there, if you were sleeping, you can...”
Adam interrupted him. “No, I can wait up. I'll be here when you get back, you can call me when you leave?”
Kris let out a breath and smiled. “Yeah, I'll call.” He glanced over to Aiden, who looked like he was about ready to tuck himself up in the booth and sleep. “Hold on, he's about to tip over into his glass. I love you, Adam, I'll call you when I get him settled in.” With that he ended the call, stuffing his phone into his pocket before Aiden brained himself on the table. “Whoa, okay, I think it's time to get you home.”
Aiden shook his head and clung onto Kris, giving the smaller man a goofy grin as they stumbled out of the bar. “Mmmkay. 'ome sounds good.” He slurred into Kris' shoulder, and Kris shook his head at him as he managed to get them out to Tommy's car. Good thing Tommy let us use this tonight. He huffed as he wrestled Aiden into the passenger seat, reaching over to buckle him up before he rushed to the other side. Having to walk him all the way back would be a nightmare.
When they finally pulled up in front of Kris' old home, Aiden was pretty useless, mostly asleep in the seat beside him. Kris sighed, but he smiled as he got out. He was glad Aiden had something to want to celebrate for. He'd been trying so long to get somewhere, even before Kris came out here, and he barely got by performing on the streets. Now he was playing up on a stage, what he'd told Kris he'd wanted when they first met.
Kris shook his head as Aiden just flopped onto his bed, then adjusted him around and pulled a blanket over him. Just as Kris was satisfied Aiden was going to be out for good and it was safe to leave, he was stopped. “Kris?”
“Hmm?” He turned around back to Aiden, who had his eyes barely open and was practically cocooning himself in the blanket. “What is it?”
Aiden paused a moment then shook his head. “Nothin'... Just...” He sighed and buried his face into the pillow. “Thanks.”
Then he dropped off again, and Kris chuckled softly under his breath, grinning to himself as he left the room.
Before he could leave the apartment, though, he was stopped by Tommy, who was sitting at the same breakfast bar where he'd teased Kris about his first date with Adam. It was familiar, and it just made him start grinning even more.
Tommy chuckled and nodded for him to come over, pulling out the other stool for Kris beside him and patting it. “So...” Tommy started, as Kris settled in, watching Tommy as he traced figures on the counter top and smiled softly. He sighed then looked up at Kris. “Have you thought about following Aiden's example at all?”
Kris blinked. “You mean the whole... acting thing?” He wrinkled his nose. “I don't think I'm quite cut out for that.”
Tommy rolled his eyes. “No, I mean, actually doing something you like, instead of lugging those boxes and bags around all day.” He held his hands up when Kris frowned. “Don't get me wrong, you're an amazing worker, but... Kris...” He dropped his hands to the counter and settled his eyes on Kris again, giving him a serious look. “We all want you to be happy. And yes, while you have Adam I'm sure you'll be happy, and you're getting back in touch with your family, but you're not going to be happy doing what you are now forever. You did want to make music at one time, I know.”
Kris flinched and shook his head. “I... did.” He shrugged. “I don't know if I would be able to do that anymore. I mean, I can barely play by myself without nearly having a panic attack. In front of a crowd?” He huffed. “I somehow don't see that going well.”
Tommy clucked his tongue, then pushed off of his stool, squeezing Kris' shoulder as he moved. “You just need to practice.” He shrugged. “All I'm saying is to think about it. That's all.” He dropped his hand and turned back to Kris as he walked past, grinning like the teasing 'big brother' figure Kris always knew him to be. “Now go on, don't want to keep your lover boy waiting.”
Kris laughed and hopped off his seat, rushing by to playfully punch Tommy and dodging out of the way as he wormed his way to the door. He knew Tommy would get him back the next time they saw each other, but as soon as he was out the door and down the stairs dialing Adam's number he knew he'd won.
“Yeah, I'm coming. Just talked with Tommy for a bit. I'm coming down the street as I speak and I can see the light.” He grinned as he watched Adam's window, seeing his boyfriend's silhouette flit across the square of light, and he could practically hear Adam's wide, loving grin through the phone.
He ended the call right in front of the apartment door, opening it to see a sleep ruffled Adam, eyes half-lidded and hair messy and standing there in only his boxers and a t-shirt. “Hi.” Kris muttered lamely, looking Adam up and down, distracted by how much he just wanted to jump the man in that moment.
Adam giggled and tugged Kris in, shutting the door and quickly shedding Kris' jeans and coat. “Hi.” Adam returned, pressing their mouths together while they made their way back to the bedroom. They collapsed together on the bed, tangled up together and, with their mouths never separating and hands constantly tracing over shivering skin, they made love together before they fell asleep tangled up in their own little world under the nest of blankets and discarded clothes.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Adam has the problem that he dates all the wrong guys, and it seems that it’s going to happen all over again when he meets Kris - a young punk who’s really just a softie under all the leather and false confidence.
Warnings: Alcohol consumption, silly drunkenness
Notes: A tad later than what I said. Got hit with another cold. :/ Hopefully it'll be gone soon and I can get the next out faster.
Adam frowned down at the book he was reading when he heard Kris' breaths becoming more and more uneven. He tossed it aside and peered out, debating on whether Kris needed help.
A few more breaths, then Kris sucked air deep into his lungs and let it all out slowly. “Sorry... I just...” He trailed off and listened to whatever his brother was saying and Adam leaned out the doorway a bit more. He could just see Kris cradling himself, eyes shiny with unshed tears, phone to his ear as he listened.
“S-so... Um...” He trailed off awkwardly, then huffed. “He's already locked up, Daniel.” After a moment a small smile graced his lips and he glanced up, smiling even more when he caught Adam leaning out the door, letting out a small laugh as he spoke. “Thank you...” There was a pause, then Kris let out more of a laugh. “No, Adam's just being a goof. Yeah, I'll call you later. Bye.”
Adam heard Kris hanging up and he slid back into his seat, waiting, listening to Kris' footsteps until Kris appeared in the doorway, looking like he just got a weight lifted off of his shoulders with a huge grin stretching his face. “Um...” Adam paused, caught up in how happy Kris looked. He looks happy and... and at peace. Proud, too. Adam smiled softly, then tilted his head back, motioning for Kris to come over, and opened his arms for the younger man.
Kris rolled his eyes, but strolled over, hands in his pockets with that same happy grin, before he settled himself in Adam's lap, his callous rough fingers digging into Adam's neck and hair. Instead of speaking at all, though, he just arched a brow at Adam while his fingers massaged away, making Adam want to just lean back and leave his body in Kris' very capable hands.
“Well... Really, I was just... just concerned. I heard you and, mn, and I... I just thought that maybe I'd keep an eye on you just in case.” Adam mumbled out, letting his eyes slip shut as Kris just kept kneading his head.
Kris hummed, then Adam felt a soft press of familiar lips, before Kris whispered against them. “Thank you...”
Adam blinked his eyes back open and stared up at his lover, who was chewing softly on his lips, looking completely content and satisfied with everything at that moment. Adam grinned, wide and bright, and brought his hands up along Kris' back, around to the back of his neck to tug Kris back down to him, melding their mouths together in a gentle, lingering kiss that just seemed to keep flowing on, and on, and on.
Kris pulled back from Aiden, laughing as the other man sort of clung onto him before he flopped into the booth across from him. Aiden grinned at him, swirling a finger around the rim of the glass of amber alcohol in front of him before he slumped to the side again. “Kris, I, thanks, man. For coming here, away from your Adam.” He paused a moment then tilted his head. “I wish I had an Adam but, but 'm not gonna try and take yours from you, cause, cause you're my buddy and Adam is your Adam.” He paused as Kris laughed some more, then scrunched his face up with a silly grin. “'m drunk.”
“Yes, you are very, very drunk.” Kris sighed and sipped at his drink, which probably had half of the alcohol content as Aiden's. “You going to be good for work tomorrow?”
Aiden shrugged then kicked as Kris under the table. “Don't care, 'm never not good.” He then grinned again. “'Cept for when I'm not good, 'f you know what I mean.”
Kris rolled his eyes, then gulped own the last bit of his drink before he checked his phone. It was pretty late. “Come on, finish up, you have to get to sleep.” He paused. “Want me to drop you off at Tommy's?”
Aiden frowned. “I wanna stay with you, dude.” He pouted and Kris had to bite back more laughter. “'s not funny. I miss hangin' out with you.” He shrugged. “And with work, 'm gonna get less time with you.”
Kris chewed on his lip for a bit then pulled out his phone again, queuing up Adam's number before he pressed call.
“Hey, I was just about to call you.” Adam's happy voice came through the speaker. “You coming back?”
Kris glanced over to Aiden for a moment then shook his head. “No, I was calling to say it might be a little later when I come back.” He paused, waiting for Adam to say something, and when he got no response he continued. “Aiden's kinda wasted so I was going to drop him off and Tommy's and stay with him for a while to make sure he's okay.”
“Oh, okay.” Adam paused a moment, then cleared his throat. Kris could hear him shifting around in bed, sheets sliding around him before there was the soft click of a light coming on. “Do you have an idea of when you'll be back?”
Kris shifted around in the booth for a moment before he finally answered. “I dunno, whenever I can get him down somewhere and make sure he'll be alright.” He paused a moment. “I can wake you up when I get there, if you were sleeping, you can...”
Adam interrupted him. “No, I can wait up. I'll be here when you get back, you can call me when you leave?”
Kris let out a breath and smiled. “Yeah, I'll call.” He glanced over to Aiden, who looked like he was about ready to tuck himself up in the booth and sleep. “Hold on, he's about to tip over into his glass. I love you, Adam, I'll call you when I get him settled in.” With that he ended the call, stuffing his phone into his pocket before Aiden brained himself on the table. “Whoa, okay, I think it's time to get you home.”
Aiden shook his head and clung onto Kris, giving the smaller man a goofy grin as they stumbled out of the bar. “Mmmkay. 'ome sounds good.” He slurred into Kris' shoulder, and Kris shook his head at him as he managed to get them out to Tommy's car. Good thing Tommy let us use this tonight. He huffed as he wrestled Aiden into the passenger seat, reaching over to buckle him up before he rushed to the other side. Having to walk him all the way back would be a nightmare.
When they finally pulled up in front of Kris' old home, Aiden was pretty useless, mostly asleep in the seat beside him. Kris sighed, but he smiled as he got out. He was glad Aiden had something to want to celebrate for. He'd been trying so long to get somewhere, even before Kris came out here, and he barely got by performing on the streets. Now he was playing up on a stage, what he'd told Kris he'd wanted when they first met.
Kris shook his head as Aiden just flopped onto his bed, then adjusted him around and pulled a blanket over him. Just as Kris was satisfied Aiden was going to be out for good and it was safe to leave, he was stopped. “Kris?”
“Hmm?” He turned around back to Aiden, who had his eyes barely open and was practically cocooning himself in the blanket. “What is it?”
Aiden paused a moment then shook his head. “Nothin'... Just...” He sighed and buried his face into the pillow. “Thanks.”
Then he dropped off again, and Kris chuckled softly under his breath, grinning to himself as he left the room.
Before he could leave the apartment, though, he was stopped by Tommy, who was sitting at the same breakfast bar where he'd teased Kris about his first date with Adam. It was familiar, and it just made him start grinning even more.
Tommy chuckled and nodded for him to come over, pulling out the other stool for Kris beside him and patting it. “So...” Tommy started, as Kris settled in, watching Tommy as he traced figures on the counter top and smiled softly. He sighed then looked up at Kris. “Have you thought about following Aiden's example at all?”
Kris blinked. “You mean the whole... acting thing?” He wrinkled his nose. “I don't think I'm quite cut out for that.”
Tommy rolled his eyes. “No, I mean, actually doing something you like, instead of lugging those boxes and bags around all day.” He held his hands up when Kris frowned. “Don't get me wrong, you're an amazing worker, but... Kris...” He dropped his hands to the counter and settled his eyes on Kris again, giving him a serious look. “We all want you to be happy. And yes, while you have Adam I'm sure you'll be happy, and you're getting back in touch with your family, but you're not going to be happy doing what you are now forever. You did want to make music at one time, I know.”
Kris flinched and shook his head. “I... did.” He shrugged. “I don't know if I would be able to do that anymore. I mean, I can barely play by myself without nearly having a panic attack. In front of a crowd?” He huffed. “I somehow don't see that going well.”
Tommy clucked his tongue, then pushed off of his stool, squeezing Kris' shoulder as he moved. “You just need to practice.” He shrugged. “All I'm saying is to think about it. That's all.” He dropped his hand and turned back to Kris as he walked past, grinning like the teasing 'big brother' figure Kris always knew him to be. “Now go on, don't want to keep your lover boy waiting.”
Kris laughed and hopped off his seat, rushing by to playfully punch Tommy and dodging out of the way as he wormed his way to the door. He knew Tommy would get him back the next time they saw each other, but as soon as he was out the door and down the stairs dialing Adam's number he knew he'd won.
“Yeah, I'm coming. Just talked with Tommy for a bit. I'm coming down the street as I speak and I can see the light.” He grinned as he watched Adam's window, seeing his boyfriend's silhouette flit across the square of light, and he could practically hear Adam's wide, loving grin through the phone.
He ended the call right in front of the apartment door, opening it to see a sleep ruffled Adam, eyes half-lidded and hair messy and standing there in only his boxers and a t-shirt. “Hi.” Kris muttered lamely, looking Adam up and down, distracted by how much he just wanted to jump the man in that moment.
Adam giggled and tugged Kris in, shutting the door and quickly shedding Kris' jeans and coat. “Hi.” Adam returned, pressing their mouths together while they made their way back to the bedroom. They collapsed together on the bed, tangled up together and, with their mouths never separating and hands constantly tracing over shivering skin, they made love together before they fell asleep tangled up in their own little world under the nest of blankets and discarded clothes.