Fic: Don't You Want to Stay Just a Little While? (01/01)
Title: Don’t You Want to Stay Just a Little While? (01/01)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister / writefiction
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: PG-13
Notes: written for kradam_kiss prompt by sbb23: After a long time apart, Adam and Kris are reunited. Could be a reunion after a breakup, or established relationship after a tour.
Warning: some language
Word Count: 2,759
Summary: Kris ran into Adam and his date at a club six months after they broke up. Will it be a happy reunion or will things end badly?
DON’T YOU WANT TO STAY JUST A LITTLE WHILE?
He couldn’t believe he was running into Adam for the first time since their breakup six months ago. And at a club no less. Kris was sitting at the bar, nursing his second beer when Adam had come in with a hot little twink on his arm. Kris’ heart had literally ached when he’d seen them together, seen the way Adam helped the pretty little blond thing out of his coat and had ordered a drink for him. But what hurt the most was when Kris saw them on the dance floor, bumping and grinding, acting like horny teenagers.
Kris didn’t know whether to be jealous or just hurt that his first love was now dirty dancing with someone else on the dance floor. For the past three years that had been his spot, pressed tightly against Adam’s chest whether he was facing him or not. They had always fit so perfectly together on the dance floor and it made Kris feel a lot less awkward about dancing in public with Adam wrapped around him.
But it wasn’t just on the dance floor they had fit like puzzle pieces, it was everywhere and everything. Whenever they hugged, Kris fit so perfectly in the crook of Adam’s neck. When they spooned, Kris fit perfectly in the dips and hills of Adam’s body. When they made love… well, that was an entirely different story. It was like they were made for each other, like Kris was born to just fit magically into Adam’s arms without any effort.
As Kris finished his second beer, tipping his head back to get every drop, he realized he wasn’t jealous or hurt. He was just depressed. He missed Adam something fierce even after six whole months apart and seeing the other man smiling and laughing and dancing with someone else was killing him. After one more longing look at Adam, Kris decided he wouldn’t torture himself anymore by watching the scene play out before him. He really didn’t want to see Adam get happy-drunk and take the twinky blond home for a night of bedroom escapades. So Kris stood, threw some bills on the bar and grabbed his jacket, heading towards the door.
At the door he pulled on his coat and reached for the door handle. But before he could get the door opened, long fingers circled his wrist. He trailed his eyes from the chipped black polish to the heavy rings adorning the fingers, all the way up the arm and to the face that belonged to the familiar appendage.
Kris’ eyes teared up as he looked at Adam and his lower lip trembled. He opened and closed his mouth a few times to speak, but not a single word came out. He took a deep breath and yanked himself from Adam’s grip and shot out the door before the older man could say a word to him.
Once outside he gasped for breath and tried to keep from sobbing. He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets and headed down the block towards his condo. His chest physically ached as he walked, the tears rolled down his cheeks unchecked. The familiar scenery passed by him in a blur, not really paying attention, knowing his feet would carry him where he needed to go.
After what seemed like an hour, Kris looked up to find himself outside Adam’s building. That was the last place he wanted to be right now, but he was exhausted from the emotional strain. He plopped down on the front steps, pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his arms as he began to sob.
Not long after he sat down, Kris heard someone approaching. He thought if he kept his head down and out of sight, he might not get bothered. But he was wrong. “Kris?” Kris slowly lifted his head at the sound of Adam’s voice. He looked up at the taller man who was, thankfully, alone. “What are you doing here?” Adam asked, his brow furrowed and his voice laced with concern. Kris could only shrug as he looked down at his worn out chucks.
There was a moment of silence and Adam sat down next to his ex on the stoop. “Kris,” he murmured. “Are you okay?”
Kris bit his lip harshly, trying to fight back tears. He wasn’t okay, not by a long-shot, but he didn’t want Adam to know this. “Kris?” Adam asked again when Kris didn’t answer. “Do you want to come upstairs?” Kris didn’t respond. Adam sighed and tugged on Kris until the shorter man stood. “C’mon,” Adam encouraged softly and opened the door to his building. He gently pushed Kris through the door and followed behind him. They rode the elevator up to his floor in complete silence as Kris stared down at his feet.
When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Adam placed his hand on the small of Kris’ back and escorted him out of the lift and down the hall to his third floor condo. Adam unlocked the door and ushered Kris inside. He just stood there while Adam took off his coat and hung it in the closet. “You want me to take that?” Adam asked, indicating Kris’ jacket with a nod of his head. Kris lifted his gaze to Adam’s for a brief moment, then lowered it again and shook his head back and forth.
Kris had no clue what he was doing here. But he let Adam guide him into the living room with a large, warm hand resting on his lower back. He was led over to the black leather couch where Adam gently pushed him down on to the cushions. “Would you like something to drink?” Adam asked politely, but Kris only shook his head. He couldn’t seem to make his mouth work. Something that he’d never had a problem with around Adam before.
Finally Adam sighed, sat down next to Kris and curled his legs up beside him. “Kris… talk to me,” Adam demanded softly but firmly. Kris only chewed on his lower lip. “Kristopher, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” Pause. “Why were you on my doorstep?” Kris shrugged noncommittally. “Well, do you want me to call you a cab?” Adam asked.
Kris lifted his tear filled eyes to Adam’s and looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time. “Oh, Kris,” Adam murmured when he saw the look of pain on the younger man’s face and pulled him into his arms without hesitation.
Kris’ eyes went wide before he crumpled against Adam’s chest and let the warmth radiating from Adam over-take him. “Shh, Kris, it’s okay,” Adam whispered into Kris’ hair. “I’ve got you. I’m here. It’s okay.” Kris choked back a sob as he buried his face into Adam’s neck, inhaled the familiar scent of the other man’s cologne. It was soothing, but he couldn’t stop crying. And he wasn’t sure if he was crying with relief at being in Adam’s arms again, or if he was crying because he knew this was just a fleeting moment.
Adam dragged his fingers through Kris’ hair and kissed his temple. “Take your time. I’ve got all night… and then some.” Kris nodded and clung tighter to Adam. The pair sat quietly, the only sound in the room was of Kris’ choked back sobs, heavy breathing and Adam’s murmured words of reassurance. He rubbed soothing circles into Kris’ back and kissed his hair and neck. It was taking everything Kris had in him to not burrow under Adam’s skin and take up residence in the heart that had once belonged to him and Adam’s little kisses and caresses were not helping the matter. It was more like they were encouraging him to bury himself deeper into the embrace, to hide within the safety of Adam’s arms and never leave.
After a while, Kris relaxed dramatically, his body going almost boneless against Adam’s, completely exhausted from crying. Adam cuddled him close and let Kris lay against him in silence for a moment. Kris felt Adam’s chest rise as the older man took a deep breath, then began to speak. “Kris,” he whispered in a soothing voice. Kris responded by pressing his nose into Adam’s neck which only made the other man sigh. “If you’re not going to talk, then I am,” Adam told him. There was a pause as if he were waiting for Kris to say something, but Kris didn’t so Adam continued. “I was so surprised to see you tonight,” he murmured. “Surprised and… happy.”
Kris’ whole body tensed and he held his breath. Adam noticed and rubbed his hands over Kris’ torso until the younger man relaxed again before continuing. “Obviously my date wasn’t too happy with the way I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. And he certainly didn’t appreciate how I ran after you.”
Kris felt like his lungs were collapsing. Was Adam really saying all this? Maybe he’d held his breath too long and he was passed out on Adam’s couch, he wasn’t sure. His mouth was dry and his breath was stuck in his throat. “You looked so sad and so hurt,” Adam whispered against Kris’ temple. “I knew I put those looks there and I wanted to be the one to erase them from your face.” He used two fingers to tilt Kris’ chin up so they were eye to eye, brown to blue. “I still love you, Kris, I never stopped. And sometimes… sometimes I wonder why we even broke up. If being apart causes you as much pain as it does me, why aren’t we together anymore?”
Kris opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember why they’d broken up in the first place. He squinted his eyes as he searched his mind. Suddenly it dawned him, BAM! It was like a Mack truck had hit him and stolen all his breath away.
A sob ripped from his throat and he buried his face in Adam’s neck. It had been Kris who’d initiated the break up. It was he who had gotten jealous over Adam’s stage antics with Tommy. And it was Kris who had told Adam to keep his tongue in his own mouth or they were through. But it had been Adam who hadn’t played fair, who had continued to kiss and molest Tommy on stage. But Kris knew in his heart that he was the one at fault. He hadn’t talked to Adam about how much the kisses bugged him and he hadn’t asked Adam to stop. No, he’d given him a fucking ultimatum! It was all Kris’ fault! He’d brought this pain upon them both.
“I-I’m sorry!” Kris cried against Adam’s neck. “I’m so sorry!”
“Kris?” Adam asked.
“It’s my fault we broke up!” Kris sobbed.
Kris felt Adam suck in a breath at that and knew Adam was reliving the night of their breakup all over again. He lifted his head and wiped the tears from his eyes so he could see Adam clearly. But after he saw the expression on the older man’s face, he really wished he’d kept his face tucked in Adam’s neck. He looked hurt and oh so sad which only served to make Kris tear up all over again. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I was such an ass.”
“Yeah, you were,” Adam agreed softly, his voice void of anger.
“You must hate me,” Kris replied.
Adam sighed and shook his head. “I don’t hate you one bit.”
“Why not?”
“Because you gave me that ultimatum,” Adam explained. “I mean, that was completely unfair, but it at least let me know how you were feeling about me and Tommy. I should have talked to you instead of just saying, Fuck it, and doing what I had always done. Ya know?”
“I’m so sorry,” Kris said again. “I… I think I should be going.” He felt so guilty for being the one to break things off. It didn’t matter that Adam said it was partially his fault. Right now he just wanted to go home and forget he put that sad look that was all over Adam’s face right now.
Kris untangled himself from Adam and made to stand, but Adam pulled the smaller man to his chest and squeezed him tightly. “Don’t go,” he whispered, burying his face in Kris’ neck.
“I hurt you,” Kris stated.
“I don’t care,” Adam murmured. “I’ll kick TommyJoe out of the band if it’ll mean you’ll stay.”
A slow smile spread across Kris’ face at the stubborn pout in Adam’s voice. “You don’t have to do that, Adam,” he told his ex. “Just…” he sighed. “Don’t play Fever on tour anymore.”
Adam chuckled quietly. “Is that all?”
“Yeah, that’s all,” Kris replied honestly. Adam lifted his head and loosened his grip on Kris so Kris could turn around to face him.
Kris wiped at the few tears that had fallen from Adam’s bright blue eyes. “I’m sorry I was an ass,” he apologized.
“I’m sorry too,” Adam said. “I’m sorry I didn’t just talk to you about it.”
“It’s okay,” Kris murmured. “Do you forgive me?” Adam regarded Kris thoughtfully for a moment before cradling the younger man’s face in his hands. He pulled Kris Allen close and pressed their mouths together, their lips slotting together as perfect as always. The kiss was slow and gentle, a little lip to lip caress before Adam pulled away.
Kris licked his lips, as if he was chasing after the taste of Adam that lingered. “Was that a yes?” he asked quietly.
Adam pressed his forehead to Kris’. “Of course it was,” he answered. “But I need to ask you something.” Kris nodded his permission. “Are you okay with everything else? I mean, do you want Tommy and I to quit everything? Or just the kissing?”
Kris sighed and closed his eyes. He felt like a complete jerk for telling Adam what he could and couldn’t do on his own damn tour. He blinked his eyes open and smiled softly, almost bashfully. “I just… I want to know that you’re all mine,” he explained.
“I am,” Adam assured him. “I really, truly am. I promise you.”
Kris sighed, his fingers moving through the hair at the nape of Adam’s neck. “That last tour was so hard,” he murmured. “I don’t know why, but I just got so jealous of Tommy. I mean, I know there’s nothing between you two, I just…”
“We were apart more than we were together,” Adam reminded him. “Our visits were few and far between that tour. We broke our own two week rule. I think that’s where everything went wrong.”
Kris nodded in agreement. “How about this: we never have overlapping tours again,” he suggested. “We wait till the other is completely done with their tour before starting our own. That way we’ll have more opportunities to make visits and not break the two week rule. ‘Cause, you know, I really like the whole not being apart for more than two weeks at a time thing.”
Adam smiled. “Yeah, me too.”
“Does… does my idea sound good to you?” Kris asked.
Adam nodded. “I like it a lot. Plus I think it’s doable. Although our management might have a conniption fit over it.” He rolled his eyes. “But I care more about making us work than what they think.”
“Me too,” Kris murmured.
“Stay with me,” Adam whispered. “Stay here tonight and every night, for the rest of eternity.”
“I will,” Kris replied softly.
Their lips met in a sweet kiss and they got lost in the feeling of it, this feeling of love and caring that they had missed so much. They got lost in each other like they hadn’t ever done before. This was a new beginning for them and they both swore to themselves they wouldn’t screw it up this time.
Their lips parted and their tongues met, tasting each other for the first time in what seemed like ages. “I love you,” Kris whispered against his boyfriend’s mouth.
“I love you too,” Adam murmured. “Don’t ever leave me again. I don’t think I could handle it a second time.”
“I promise,” Kris said, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I’m never leaving you again. Never, ever.” They both laughed, delighted at being together again, as tears of joy spilled down their faces. Life was simply perfect again.
~Fin~
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister / writefiction
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: PG-13
Notes: written for kradam_kiss prompt by sbb23: After a long time apart, Adam and Kris are reunited. Could be a reunion after a breakup, or established relationship after a tour.
Warning: some language
Word Count: 2,759
Summary: Kris ran into Adam and his date at a club six months after they broke up. Will it be a happy reunion or will things end badly?
DON’T YOU WANT TO STAY JUST A LITTLE WHILE?
He couldn’t believe he was running into Adam for the first time since their breakup six months ago. And at a club no less. Kris was sitting at the bar, nursing his second beer when Adam had come in with a hot little twink on his arm. Kris’ heart had literally ached when he’d seen them together, seen the way Adam helped the pretty little blond thing out of his coat and had ordered a drink for him. But what hurt the most was when Kris saw them on the dance floor, bumping and grinding, acting like horny teenagers.
Kris didn’t know whether to be jealous or just hurt that his first love was now dirty dancing with someone else on the dance floor. For the past three years that had been his spot, pressed tightly against Adam’s chest whether he was facing him or not. They had always fit so perfectly together on the dance floor and it made Kris feel a lot less awkward about dancing in public with Adam wrapped around him.
But it wasn’t just on the dance floor they had fit like puzzle pieces, it was everywhere and everything. Whenever they hugged, Kris fit so perfectly in the crook of Adam’s neck. When they spooned, Kris fit perfectly in the dips and hills of Adam’s body. When they made love… well, that was an entirely different story. It was like they were made for each other, like Kris was born to just fit magically into Adam’s arms without any effort.
As Kris finished his second beer, tipping his head back to get every drop, he realized he wasn’t jealous or hurt. He was just depressed. He missed Adam something fierce even after six whole months apart and seeing the other man smiling and laughing and dancing with someone else was killing him. After one more longing look at Adam, Kris decided he wouldn’t torture himself anymore by watching the scene play out before him. He really didn’t want to see Adam get happy-drunk and take the twinky blond home for a night of bedroom escapades. So Kris stood, threw some bills on the bar and grabbed his jacket, heading towards the door.
At the door he pulled on his coat and reached for the door handle. But before he could get the door opened, long fingers circled his wrist. He trailed his eyes from the chipped black polish to the heavy rings adorning the fingers, all the way up the arm and to the face that belonged to the familiar appendage.
Kris’ eyes teared up as he looked at Adam and his lower lip trembled. He opened and closed his mouth a few times to speak, but not a single word came out. He took a deep breath and yanked himself from Adam’s grip and shot out the door before the older man could say a word to him.
Once outside he gasped for breath and tried to keep from sobbing. He stuffed his hands in his jacket pockets and headed down the block towards his condo. His chest physically ached as he walked, the tears rolled down his cheeks unchecked. The familiar scenery passed by him in a blur, not really paying attention, knowing his feet would carry him where he needed to go.
After what seemed like an hour, Kris looked up to find himself outside Adam’s building. That was the last place he wanted to be right now, but he was exhausted from the emotional strain. He plopped down on the front steps, pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in his arms as he began to sob.
Not long after he sat down, Kris heard someone approaching. He thought if he kept his head down and out of sight, he might not get bothered. But he was wrong. “Kris?” Kris slowly lifted his head at the sound of Adam’s voice. He looked up at the taller man who was, thankfully, alone. “What are you doing here?” Adam asked, his brow furrowed and his voice laced with concern. Kris could only shrug as he looked down at his worn out chucks.
There was a moment of silence and Adam sat down next to his ex on the stoop. “Kris,” he murmured. “Are you okay?”
Kris bit his lip harshly, trying to fight back tears. He wasn’t okay, not by a long-shot, but he didn’t want Adam to know this. “Kris?” Adam asked again when Kris didn’t answer. “Do you want to come upstairs?” Kris didn’t respond. Adam sighed and tugged on Kris until the shorter man stood. “C’mon,” Adam encouraged softly and opened the door to his building. He gently pushed Kris through the door and followed behind him. They rode the elevator up to his floor in complete silence as Kris stared down at his feet.
When the elevator dinged and the doors opened, Adam placed his hand on the small of Kris’ back and escorted him out of the lift and down the hall to his third floor condo. Adam unlocked the door and ushered Kris inside. He just stood there while Adam took off his coat and hung it in the closet. “You want me to take that?” Adam asked, indicating Kris’ jacket with a nod of his head. Kris lifted his gaze to Adam’s for a brief moment, then lowered it again and shook his head back and forth.
Kris had no clue what he was doing here. But he let Adam guide him into the living room with a large, warm hand resting on his lower back. He was led over to the black leather couch where Adam gently pushed him down on to the cushions. “Would you like something to drink?” Adam asked politely, but Kris only shook his head. He couldn’t seem to make his mouth work. Something that he’d never had a problem with around Adam before.
Finally Adam sighed, sat down next to Kris and curled his legs up beside him. “Kris… talk to me,” Adam demanded softly but firmly. Kris only chewed on his lower lip. “Kristopher, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” Pause. “Why were you on my doorstep?” Kris shrugged noncommittally. “Well, do you want me to call you a cab?” Adam asked.
Kris lifted his tear filled eyes to Adam’s and looked at him, really looked at him, for the first time. “Oh, Kris,” Adam murmured when he saw the look of pain on the younger man’s face and pulled him into his arms without hesitation.
Kris’ eyes went wide before he crumpled against Adam’s chest and let the warmth radiating from Adam over-take him. “Shh, Kris, it’s okay,” Adam whispered into Kris’ hair. “I’ve got you. I’m here. It’s okay.” Kris choked back a sob as he buried his face into Adam’s neck, inhaled the familiar scent of the other man’s cologne. It was soothing, but he couldn’t stop crying. And he wasn’t sure if he was crying with relief at being in Adam’s arms again, or if he was crying because he knew this was just a fleeting moment.
Adam dragged his fingers through Kris’ hair and kissed his temple. “Take your time. I’ve got all night… and then some.” Kris nodded and clung tighter to Adam. The pair sat quietly, the only sound in the room was of Kris’ choked back sobs, heavy breathing and Adam’s murmured words of reassurance. He rubbed soothing circles into Kris’ back and kissed his hair and neck. It was taking everything Kris had in him to not burrow under Adam’s skin and take up residence in the heart that had once belonged to him and Adam’s little kisses and caresses were not helping the matter. It was more like they were encouraging him to bury himself deeper into the embrace, to hide within the safety of Adam’s arms and never leave.
After a while, Kris relaxed dramatically, his body going almost boneless against Adam’s, completely exhausted from crying. Adam cuddled him close and let Kris lay against him in silence for a moment. Kris felt Adam’s chest rise as the older man took a deep breath, then began to speak. “Kris,” he whispered in a soothing voice. Kris responded by pressing his nose into Adam’s neck which only made the other man sigh. “If you’re not going to talk, then I am,” Adam told him. There was a pause as if he were waiting for Kris to say something, but Kris didn’t so Adam continued. “I was so surprised to see you tonight,” he murmured. “Surprised and… happy.”
Kris’ whole body tensed and he held his breath. Adam noticed and rubbed his hands over Kris’ torso until the younger man relaxed again before continuing. “Obviously my date wasn’t too happy with the way I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. And he certainly didn’t appreciate how I ran after you.”
Kris felt like his lungs were collapsing. Was Adam really saying all this? Maybe he’d held his breath too long and he was passed out on Adam’s couch, he wasn’t sure. His mouth was dry and his breath was stuck in his throat. “You looked so sad and so hurt,” Adam whispered against Kris’ temple. “I knew I put those looks there and I wanted to be the one to erase them from your face.” He used two fingers to tilt Kris’ chin up so they were eye to eye, brown to blue. “I still love you, Kris, I never stopped. And sometimes… sometimes I wonder why we even broke up. If being apart causes you as much pain as it does me, why aren’t we together anymore?”
Kris opened his mouth to speak but then closed it. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember why they’d broken up in the first place. He squinted his eyes as he searched his mind. Suddenly it dawned him, BAM! It was like a Mack truck had hit him and stolen all his breath away.
A sob ripped from his throat and he buried his face in Adam’s neck. It had been Kris who’d initiated the break up. It was he who had gotten jealous over Adam’s stage antics with Tommy. And it was Kris who had told Adam to keep his tongue in his own mouth or they were through. But it had been Adam who hadn’t played fair, who had continued to kiss and molest Tommy on stage. But Kris knew in his heart that he was the one at fault. He hadn’t talked to Adam about how much the kisses bugged him and he hadn’t asked Adam to stop. No, he’d given him a fucking ultimatum! It was all Kris’ fault! He’d brought this pain upon them both.
“I-I’m sorry!” Kris cried against Adam’s neck. “I’m so sorry!”
“Kris?” Adam asked.
“It’s my fault we broke up!” Kris sobbed.
Kris felt Adam suck in a breath at that and knew Adam was reliving the night of their breakup all over again. He lifted his head and wiped the tears from his eyes so he could see Adam clearly. But after he saw the expression on the older man’s face, he really wished he’d kept his face tucked in Adam’s neck. He looked hurt and oh so sad which only served to make Kris tear up all over again. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I was such an ass.”
“Yeah, you were,” Adam agreed softly, his voice void of anger.
“You must hate me,” Kris replied.
Adam sighed and shook his head. “I don’t hate you one bit.”
“Why not?”
“Because you gave me that ultimatum,” Adam explained. “I mean, that was completely unfair, but it at least let me know how you were feeling about me and Tommy. I should have talked to you instead of just saying, Fuck it, and doing what I had always done. Ya know?”
“I’m so sorry,” Kris said again. “I… I think I should be going.” He felt so guilty for being the one to break things off. It didn’t matter that Adam said it was partially his fault. Right now he just wanted to go home and forget he put that sad look that was all over Adam’s face right now.
Kris untangled himself from Adam and made to stand, but Adam pulled the smaller man to his chest and squeezed him tightly. “Don’t go,” he whispered, burying his face in Kris’ neck.
“I hurt you,” Kris stated.
“I don’t care,” Adam murmured. “I’ll kick TommyJoe out of the band if it’ll mean you’ll stay.”
A slow smile spread across Kris’ face at the stubborn pout in Adam’s voice. “You don’t have to do that, Adam,” he told his ex. “Just…” he sighed. “Don’t play Fever on tour anymore.”
Adam chuckled quietly. “Is that all?”
“Yeah, that’s all,” Kris replied honestly. Adam lifted his head and loosened his grip on Kris so Kris could turn around to face him.
Kris wiped at the few tears that had fallen from Adam’s bright blue eyes. “I’m sorry I was an ass,” he apologized.
“I’m sorry too,” Adam said. “I’m sorry I didn’t just talk to you about it.”
“It’s okay,” Kris murmured. “Do you forgive me?” Adam regarded Kris thoughtfully for a moment before cradling the younger man’s face in his hands. He pulled Kris Allen close and pressed their mouths together, their lips slotting together as perfect as always. The kiss was slow and gentle, a little lip to lip caress before Adam pulled away.
Kris licked his lips, as if he was chasing after the taste of Adam that lingered. “Was that a yes?” he asked quietly.
Adam pressed his forehead to Kris’. “Of course it was,” he answered. “But I need to ask you something.” Kris nodded his permission. “Are you okay with everything else? I mean, do you want Tommy and I to quit everything? Or just the kissing?”
Kris sighed and closed his eyes. He felt like a complete jerk for telling Adam what he could and couldn’t do on his own damn tour. He blinked his eyes open and smiled softly, almost bashfully. “I just… I want to know that you’re all mine,” he explained.
“I am,” Adam assured him. “I really, truly am. I promise you.”
Kris sighed, his fingers moving through the hair at the nape of Adam’s neck. “That last tour was so hard,” he murmured. “I don’t know why, but I just got so jealous of Tommy. I mean, I know there’s nothing between you two, I just…”
“We were apart more than we were together,” Adam reminded him. “Our visits were few and far between that tour. We broke our own two week rule. I think that’s where everything went wrong.”
Kris nodded in agreement. “How about this: we never have overlapping tours again,” he suggested. “We wait till the other is completely done with their tour before starting our own. That way we’ll have more opportunities to make visits and not break the two week rule. ‘Cause, you know, I really like the whole not being apart for more than two weeks at a time thing.”
Adam smiled. “Yeah, me too.”
“Does… does my idea sound good to you?” Kris asked.
Adam nodded. “I like it a lot. Plus I think it’s doable. Although our management might have a conniption fit over it.” He rolled his eyes. “But I care more about making us work than what they think.”
“Me too,” Kris murmured.
“Stay with me,” Adam whispered. “Stay here tonight and every night, for the rest of eternity.”
“I will,” Kris replied softly.
Their lips met in a sweet kiss and they got lost in the feeling of it, this feeling of love and caring that they had missed so much. They got lost in each other like they hadn’t ever done before. This was a new beginning for them and they both swore to themselves they wouldn’t screw it up this time.
Their lips parted and their tongues met, tasting each other for the first time in what seemed like ages. “I love you,” Kris whispered against his boyfriend’s mouth.
“I love you too,” Adam murmured. “Don’t ever leave me again. I don’t think I could handle it a second time.”
“I promise,” Kris said, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I’m never leaving you again. Never, ever.” They both laughed, delighted at being together again, as tears of joy spilled down their faces. Life was simply perfect again.
~Fin~