"Separation Anxiety" (1/1) by Lisa Michelle
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction.
Category: Kris/Adam angst, hurt/comfort
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris’s impending plans cause some friction between the couple.
“Separation Anxiety” (1/1)
By Lisa Michelle
“Aren’t we going to talk about this anymore?” Kris asked, pushing some of the cold fried rice around his dinner plate.
“What else is there to discuss?” Adam said, getting up from the table with his empty Chinese carton. “You’re still leaving and nothing I say is going to make a difference.”
“It’s only for a couple of weeks,” Kris added, taking his plate out to the kitchen. He scraped the remnants of his food into the trash and put the plate in the dishwasher. “I’ve been to Africa before and -“
“You could get some disease like Ebola or something,” Adam said. “Just because of some religious retreat -“
“It’s missionary work and it’s not all about religion. There are medical missionaries as well,” Kris explained. “We’re all going to visit music classes and -“
Adam rolled his eyes. “Sounds like religious shit to me. He grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and opened it.
“You just don’t want to listen,” Kris fired back. “And just because you’re not religious doesn’t mean you get to put down my beliefs.”
“I’m not,” he said. “I don’t want my boyfriend half way across the world where anything could happen and I wouldn’t be there.”
“Okay.” Kris leaned against the counter. “I could say that about you. You’re going off on tour with Queen again the very same week. Something could happen to you. You could fall in your heels and break a leg.”
“Yeah, right.” Adam scoffed. “I’ve worn heels for years. I know what I’m doing,” he boasted.
“And this isn’t my first missionary trip,” Kris said. “I know what I’m doing.”
Adam rolled his eyes.
“That’s mature,” Kris said. “Rolling your eyes. I’m still going. I have the time and I’m not cancelling just because you feel it’s not worthwhile.” He left the kitchen and went to the other room and turned on the TV to watch baseball.
“More sports?” Adam said as Kris sat down on the couch. “How are you going to watch the Dodgers over there? You’ll miss out on -“
“On who?” Kris said. “Go ahead. Try and name a player. I’ve been watching them for weeks and you still haven’t picked up any names.” He muted the television and stared at Adam.
“That guy. Um, Craig somebody.”
“Wrong. Sorry. Try again next time,” Kris told him.
“Wait -“
Kris unmuted the TV. “Sorry. Clayton Kershaw’s pitching. Can’t talk right now.”
“Who?”
Kris rolled his eyes. “Exactly.”
“I gotta go,” Adam said. He grabbed his keys and phone off the coffee table and took one last look at Kris.
“You sure you don’t want to stay for the game?” Kris asked.
Adam came over and knelt down so he was at Kris’s eye level. He dropped the keys on the floor, but never took his eyes off Kris. “I know you’ve been on these trips before, but that was when it was just you. Not us.”
“Wait, Adam -“
It was too late. Adam didn’t turn and look back. He slammed the door extra hard on the way out, too.
“Shit,” Kris muttered, his enthusiasm for the game greatly diminished now.
Kershaw was in the middle of a no hitter, but Kris’s attention was focused on the fight he had with Adam. Kris thought about calling him, but knew he wouldn’t pick up. He was probably with his friends at a club or something. An activity that Kris wasn’t really into, just like Adam didn’t want to watch any sports. With football season not too far away, he wondered how to break that news to his boyfriend.
Kris knew this trip was across the world, but this charity work was important to him. He would have to find a way to try and get Adam to understand that.
It wasn’t like they didn’t do charity work, but it was more in the form of a gala fundraiser for an LGBT group at a fancy hotel with fancier food. Adam’s preferred way to give back.
Kris turned his attention back to the game, but his mind kept wandering to being away from Adam for two weeks. Like Adam said, it was the two of them now.
He wasn’t going to change his mind. Kris got up and got a Coke out of the fridge. It was one of the name Cokes with his name on it. Adam had picked it up the other day at a convenience store, wearing a Dodgers cap and dressed very casual. Later when Adam relayed the story to him, Kris thought he had been more proud of no one recognizing him than finding Kris’s name on the Coke bottle.
He had tried to find Adam’s name, but so far, he didn’t have any luck.
They’d been apart before, but this trip seemed to loom large after the argument and Adam’s words running through Kris’s head.
Needless to say, the Coke was barely touched and the baseball game seemed unimportant right now.
What if something did happen? He switched off the TV and went to the bedroom to grab a notebook he’d been scribbling some song lyrics in.
Kris started to compose a letter to Adam. However, just like the words to song lyrics, they eluded him. He couldn’t write a goodbye letter to the man he loved in the event something did happen, could he? No, that was just admitting to Adam that the trip would be dangerous and he had every reason to worry about him going.
No, they would just have to talk about it, even if Adam didn’t want to do so.
Kris grabbed his phone and began at least five texts to Adam, but didn’t want to make him come home. He wanted Adam to come home because he wanted to, not because Kris had summoned him to.
He turned the game back on with the sound on low. The commentators annoyed him with their chatter; he didn’t need to hear to know what was going on in a baseball game. Despite the game, Kris got sleepy and lay back on the couch and began to doze, with his phone in case Adam called or texted.
Even with the argument replaying in his mind, he drifted off to sleep. He had a weird dream where he and Adam were in an orphanage in Africa singing and Adam was enjoying himself, despite the primitive surroundings. After a few crowd-pleasing numbers, they went back to a four star hotel and celebrated with a bottle of champagne and amazing sex. However, afterwards all Kris had wanted to know was the score of the Dodgers game.
****
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Adam said as Kris opened his eyes.
“Is this a dream?” Kris asked; looking at the TV set which was turned off. Adam was sitting on the floor in front of him.
“No,” he replied. “But the game is over. Kershaw didn’t get the no-hitter, but he held the Padres to two runs.”
Kris rubbed his eyes. “Okay. How -“
Adam held up his phone. “I looked it up and kind of memorized that line from the article I read on ESPN’s website.”
Kris sat up and smiled. “You sound pretty hot when you say ESPN.”
“Look, I’m sorry for being a spoiled brat,” Adam admitted. “I am worried about you leaving, but will try to accept it. It’s important to you and I need to understand that.”
“I’m sorry I got mad and turned on baseball. It’s an easy way to avoid a conversation I don’t want to have with you,” Kris admitted. “But we need to talk about it because this probably isn’t the last missionary trip I’ll take.”
“I have an idea,” Adam proposed. “Let’s go to a bed and breakfast the weekend before you leave. Give us time to be alone and talk-“
“It sounds pretty public,” Kris countered. “What if people find out and before long it’s hashtag Kradam on Twitter?”
“My assistant says this is a really secluded place up the coast that caters to celebrity clients, so privacy is their first priority,” Adam told Kris. “But no baseball.”
“Then no online shopping for high-heeled shoes,” Kris said. “And no talk about how amazing Brian and Roger are.”
“Oooh, I kind of like it when you’re jealous of my time with them,” Adam said. “It’s sexy.”
“I’m not jealous,” Kris said. “Well, maybe a little.”
Adam leaned in to drop a quick kiss on Kris’s lips. “Brian and Roger who?”
“That’s a good start,” Kris replied. “And remember I can start quoting batting averages and ERAs of the pitchers of the Dodgers at any time.”
“Not if I keep you in bed all weekend,” Adam said.
“Now that sounds like a threat.” Kris smiled.
“More like a promise,” Adam admitted.
****
END (1/1)
Category: Kris/Adam angst, hurt/comfort
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris’s impending plans cause some friction between the couple.
“Separation Anxiety” (1/1)
By Lisa Michelle
“Aren’t we going to talk about this anymore?” Kris asked, pushing some of the cold fried rice around his dinner plate.
“What else is there to discuss?” Adam said, getting up from the table with his empty Chinese carton. “You’re still leaving and nothing I say is going to make a difference.”
“It’s only for a couple of weeks,” Kris added, taking his plate out to the kitchen. He scraped the remnants of his food into the trash and put the plate in the dishwasher. “I’ve been to Africa before and -“
“You could get some disease like Ebola or something,” Adam said. “Just because of some religious retreat -“
“It’s missionary work and it’s not all about religion. There are medical missionaries as well,” Kris explained. “We’re all going to visit music classes and -“
Adam rolled his eyes. “Sounds like religious shit to me. He grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge and opened it.
“You just don’t want to listen,” Kris fired back. “And just because you’re not religious doesn’t mean you get to put down my beliefs.”
“I’m not,” he said. “I don’t want my boyfriend half way across the world where anything could happen and I wouldn’t be there.”
“Okay.” Kris leaned against the counter. “I could say that about you. You’re going off on tour with Queen again the very same week. Something could happen to you. You could fall in your heels and break a leg.”
“Yeah, right.” Adam scoffed. “I’ve worn heels for years. I know what I’m doing,” he boasted.
“And this isn’t my first missionary trip,” Kris said. “I know what I’m doing.”
Adam rolled his eyes.
“That’s mature,” Kris said. “Rolling your eyes. I’m still going. I have the time and I’m not cancelling just because you feel it’s not worthwhile.” He left the kitchen and went to the other room and turned on the TV to watch baseball.
“More sports?” Adam said as Kris sat down on the couch. “How are you going to watch the Dodgers over there? You’ll miss out on -“
“On who?” Kris said. “Go ahead. Try and name a player. I’ve been watching them for weeks and you still haven’t picked up any names.” He muted the television and stared at Adam.
“That guy. Um, Craig somebody.”
“Wrong. Sorry. Try again next time,” Kris told him.
“Wait -“
Kris unmuted the TV. “Sorry. Clayton Kershaw’s pitching. Can’t talk right now.”
“Who?”
Kris rolled his eyes. “Exactly.”
“I gotta go,” Adam said. He grabbed his keys and phone off the coffee table and took one last look at Kris.
“You sure you don’t want to stay for the game?” Kris asked.
Adam came over and knelt down so he was at Kris’s eye level. He dropped the keys on the floor, but never took his eyes off Kris. “I know you’ve been on these trips before, but that was when it was just you. Not us.”
“Wait, Adam -“
It was too late. Adam didn’t turn and look back. He slammed the door extra hard on the way out, too.
“Shit,” Kris muttered, his enthusiasm for the game greatly diminished now.
Kershaw was in the middle of a no hitter, but Kris’s attention was focused on the fight he had with Adam. Kris thought about calling him, but knew he wouldn’t pick up. He was probably with his friends at a club or something. An activity that Kris wasn’t really into, just like Adam didn’t want to watch any sports. With football season not too far away, he wondered how to break that news to his boyfriend.
Kris knew this trip was across the world, but this charity work was important to him. He would have to find a way to try and get Adam to understand that.
It wasn’t like they didn’t do charity work, but it was more in the form of a gala fundraiser for an LGBT group at a fancy hotel with fancier food. Adam’s preferred way to give back.
Kris turned his attention back to the game, but his mind kept wandering to being away from Adam for two weeks. Like Adam said, it was the two of them now.
He wasn’t going to change his mind. Kris got up and got a Coke out of the fridge. It was one of the name Cokes with his name on it. Adam had picked it up the other day at a convenience store, wearing a Dodgers cap and dressed very casual. Later when Adam relayed the story to him, Kris thought he had been more proud of no one recognizing him than finding Kris’s name on the Coke bottle.
He had tried to find Adam’s name, but so far, he didn’t have any luck.
They’d been apart before, but this trip seemed to loom large after the argument and Adam’s words running through Kris’s head.
Needless to say, the Coke was barely touched and the baseball game seemed unimportant right now.
What if something did happen? He switched off the TV and went to the bedroom to grab a notebook he’d been scribbling some song lyrics in.
Kris started to compose a letter to Adam. However, just like the words to song lyrics, they eluded him. He couldn’t write a goodbye letter to the man he loved in the event something did happen, could he? No, that was just admitting to Adam that the trip would be dangerous and he had every reason to worry about him going.
No, they would just have to talk about it, even if Adam didn’t want to do so.
Kris grabbed his phone and began at least five texts to Adam, but didn’t want to make him come home. He wanted Adam to come home because he wanted to, not because Kris had summoned him to.
He turned the game back on with the sound on low. The commentators annoyed him with their chatter; he didn’t need to hear to know what was going on in a baseball game. Despite the game, Kris got sleepy and lay back on the couch and began to doze, with his phone in case Adam called or texted.
Even with the argument replaying in his mind, he drifted off to sleep. He had a weird dream where he and Adam were in an orphanage in Africa singing and Adam was enjoying himself, despite the primitive surroundings. After a few crowd-pleasing numbers, they went back to a four star hotel and celebrated with a bottle of champagne and amazing sex. However, afterwards all Kris had wanted to know was the score of the Dodgers game.
****
“Hey, sleepyhead,” Adam said as Kris opened his eyes.
“Is this a dream?” Kris asked; looking at the TV set which was turned off. Adam was sitting on the floor in front of him.
“No,” he replied. “But the game is over. Kershaw didn’t get the no-hitter, but he held the Padres to two runs.”
Kris rubbed his eyes. “Okay. How -“
Adam held up his phone. “I looked it up and kind of memorized that line from the article I read on ESPN’s website.”
Kris sat up and smiled. “You sound pretty hot when you say ESPN.”
“Look, I’m sorry for being a spoiled brat,” Adam admitted. “I am worried about you leaving, but will try to accept it. It’s important to you and I need to understand that.”
“I’m sorry I got mad and turned on baseball. It’s an easy way to avoid a conversation I don’t want to have with you,” Kris admitted. “But we need to talk about it because this probably isn’t the last missionary trip I’ll take.”
“I have an idea,” Adam proposed. “Let’s go to a bed and breakfast the weekend before you leave. Give us time to be alone and talk-“
“It sounds pretty public,” Kris countered. “What if people find out and before long it’s hashtag Kradam on Twitter?”
“My assistant says this is a really secluded place up the coast that caters to celebrity clients, so privacy is their first priority,” Adam told Kris. “But no baseball.”
“Then no online shopping for high-heeled shoes,” Kris said. “And no talk about how amazing Brian and Roger are.”
“Oooh, I kind of like it when you’re jealous of my time with them,” Adam said. “It’s sexy.”
“I’m not jealous,” Kris said. “Well, maybe a little.”
Adam leaned in to drop a quick kiss on Kris’s lips. “Brian and Roger who?”
“That’s a good start,” Kris replied. “And remember I can start quoting batting averages and ERAs of the pitchers of the Dodgers at any time.”
“Not if I keep you in bed all weekend,” Adam said.
“Now that sounds like a threat.” Kris smiled.
“More like a promise,” Adam admitted.
****
END (1/1)