"Breakthrough" (1/1) by Lisa Michelle
Disclaimer: This is a complete work of fiction.
Category: Kris/Adam angst, hurt/comfort
Rating: PG
Prompt: Loss of vision
This was written for hc_bingo.
Summary: Adam would give anything to help Kris through this difficult period in his life.
“Breakthrough” (1/1)
by Lisa Michelle
Adam sat in the back of the SUV been driven back home from
another full day of interviews. He was out promoting his second
album and had been going full force for the last two months. It
was exhausting. However, that was nothing compared to what Kris
was going through right now.
After Kris’s second album was released, it didn’t even make the
charts. Sales were so bad that his label dropped him. He had been
devastated. With his income dwindling, he had to move in with
Adam. Well, Adam didn’t put it in that context. They had been
together for close to a year now and Adam asked Kris to move in
with him. He accepted, but Adam still felt Kris looked upon this
arrangement as charity.
That wasn’t the case, but with Adam’s travel, he was barely home
at all to be with the man he loved. Many times, Adam came in way
past midnight, slid underneath the sheets, pulling Kris close
to him and pressing a soft kiss against his neck. Usually Kris never
awakened, or if he did, he went right back to sleep. Talking wasn’t
something they had time for lately. Kris was depressed about his
current situation and Adam was enjoying success in the very same
profession that turned its back on Kris.
Kris accompanied Adam to a party one time, but it didn’t take
long before microphones were shoved in Adam’s face and camera
flashes were going off. The next thing he knew Kris wasn’t by
his side, lost in the jumble of the crowd. Adam barely said one
sentence to Kris that evening and found him hours later nursing his
second beer. He never attended another function with Adam, despite
his urgings.
He pretty much became a hermit at their condo. Adam was
glad to have someone at home he could trust with the monthly bills
and Kris took care of all that; Adam trusted him implicitly.
However, he sometimes felt as if Kris was a house husband.
Husband. If only they could marry. Adam looked down at the
simple silver band he wore on his finger proclaiming his commitment
and love to Kris. He remembered when they had gotten them. It was
such a happy day. That seemed so long ago.
Adam had hoped his schedule would ease up soon, so he could
spend some more time with Kris. He hoped more time together
would help Kris open up to him. When Adam was away for days
at a time, he worried about him and when he was at home with
Kris, he didn’t know how to help him. Kris had lost his vision,
inspiration, mojo, whatever to make music. He had tried in the
beginning writing songs, but nothing seemed to spur him on to
write and compose music. It was heartbreaking to watch it happen
to someone he loved.
He wished Kris would talk to him about the way he was feeling.
Maybe Adam could bring it up tonight, if it wasn’t too late.
Getting out of the car and walking to the door of their condo,
Adam let himself in quietly and found the place dark. Flipping
on the light, it illuminated the foyer in a soft glow. The place was
dark and quiet. Kris most likely was asleep.
The bedroom was down the hallway and couldn’t be seen from
the great room. Adam turned the light on and saw the pillows
messed up on the couch. Kris never put them back after he had
laid on the couch watching television. The remote was in its usual
place on the coffee table. Adam spied Kris’s guitars in the corner
of the room. They had taken up residence there ever since they
moved in.
Adam crept further into the condo and noticed the light on in the
bedroom. Kris must’ve fallen asleep with the TV on again. It
looked like their conversation would have to wait until tomorrow,
then. That was okay. Getting into bed and snuggling next to Kris
was a wonderful way end to the day. He checked to make sure
the front door was locked and headed for the bedroom, turning
on and off lights in his wake.
Adam quietly made his way down to the bedroom only to
find Kris sitting on the bed, clad only in boxers, hunched over
a spiral notebook, pencil poised in his hand ready to write. A
guitar was on the bed next to him. Adam’s side of the bed.
He looked frustrated. Dammit. Adam walked into the room and
Kris looked up. “Hey,” he said. “Didn’t hear you come home.”
“Can I talk to you?” Adam asked.
“Sure,” Kris said, turning his attention back to his notebook.
Adam sat down on the edge of the bed close to Kris. “I’m sorry
I haven’t been at home lately. “I don’t want to be away from you,
it’s just that -“ he began. No, he didn’t want to make excuses, he
wanted to be proactive. “I’m going rearrange my schedule, so I
can be here with you as much as I can -“
“Adam, I -“ Kris said.
“No, I need to say this. I feel so bad you’re having such a hard
time right now. I wish you’d talk to me, Kris.” He took
Kris’s left hand into his. “These rings we wear. They mean for
better or worse. That means you can tell me anything. Whatever
you’re feeling. Good, bad or even if you angry or upset at me.
I want to know, okay.” Adam blinked back tears. “Anything.”
Kris squeezed his hand. “Okay. Anything?”
“Yes, baby.” Adam reached out and stroked his cheek.
“I’m glad you’re home,” Kris said.
Adam was hoping for a bit more than that, but perhaps baby
steps were better at this point. He leaned in and kissed Kris on
the forehead, necklaces swinging from his neck. Adam caught
them up in his hand, so they wouldn’t accidentally hit Kris.
He pulled back and noticed Kris’s attention was already focused
back on the notebook.
“I’ve been writing,” Kris said, holding up the notebook, like a
proud child showing off artwork to a parent. “Most of the day,
actually. I’ve just been stuck on a lyric or two.”
“You’re writing?” Adam said.
“And playing the guitar,” he added triumphantly.
“That’s great.” Adam leaned forward and pulled him into a
hug.
Kris pulled away a bit too soon for Adam’s liking. “I’d like
to play you a song. I want to know what you think,” he said.
“Do you want to hear it?”
“Of course I do,” Adam answered.
Kris smiled. “Good.”
Adam smiled back. It seemed like things were looking up.
****
END (1/1)
Category: Kris/Adam angst, hurt/comfort
Rating: PG
Prompt: Loss of vision
This was written for hc_bingo.
Summary: Adam would give anything to help Kris through this difficult period in his life.
“Breakthrough” (1/1)
by Lisa Michelle
Adam sat in the back of the SUV been driven back home from
another full day of interviews. He was out promoting his second
album and had been going full force for the last two months. It
was exhausting. However, that was nothing compared to what Kris
was going through right now.
After Kris’s second album was released, it didn’t even make the
charts. Sales were so bad that his label dropped him. He had been
devastated. With his income dwindling, he had to move in with
Adam. Well, Adam didn’t put it in that context. They had been
together for close to a year now and Adam asked Kris to move in
with him. He accepted, but Adam still felt Kris looked upon this
arrangement as charity.
That wasn’t the case, but with Adam’s travel, he was barely home
at all to be with the man he loved. Many times, Adam came in way
past midnight, slid underneath the sheets, pulling Kris close
to him and pressing a soft kiss against his neck. Usually Kris never
awakened, or if he did, he went right back to sleep. Talking wasn’t
something they had time for lately. Kris was depressed about his
current situation and Adam was enjoying success in the very same
profession that turned its back on Kris.
Kris accompanied Adam to a party one time, but it didn’t take
long before microphones were shoved in Adam’s face and camera
flashes were going off. The next thing he knew Kris wasn’t by
his side, lost in the jumble of the crowd. Adam barely said one
sentence to Kris that evening and found him hours later nursing his
second beer. He never attended another function with Adam, despite
his urgings.
He pretty much became a hermit at their condo. Adam was
glad to have someone at home he could trust with the monthly bills
and Kris took care of all that; Adam trusted him implicitly.
However, he sometimes felt as if Kris was a house husband.
Husband. If only they could marry. Adam looked down at the
simple silver band he wore on his finger proclaiming his commitment
and love to Kris. He remembered when they had gotten them. It was
such a happy day. That seemed so long ago.
Adam had hoped his schedule would ease up soon, so he could
spend some more time with Kris. He hoped more time together
would help Kris open up to him. When Adam was away for days
at a time, he worried about him and when he was at home with
Kris, he didn’t know how to help him. Kris had lost his vision,
inspiration, mojo, whatever to make music. He had tried in the
beginning writing songs, but nothing seemed to spur him on to
write and compose music. It was heartbreaking to watch it happen
to someone he loved.
He wished Kris would talk to him about the way he was feeling.
Maybe Adam could bring it up tonight, if it wasn’t too late.
Getting out of the car and walking to the door of their condo,
Adam let himself in quietly and found the place dark. Flipping
on the light, it illuminated the foyer in a soft glow. The place was
dark and quiet. Kris most likely was asleep.
The bedroom was down the hallway and couldn’t be seen from
the great room. Adam turned the light on and saw the pillows
messed up on the couch. Kris never put them back after he had
laid on the couch watching television. The remote was in its usual
place on the coffee table. Adam spied Kris’s guitars in the corner
of the room. They had taken up residence there ever since they
moved in.
Adam crept further into the condo and noticed the light on in the
bedroom. Kris must’ve fallen asleep with the TV on again. It
looked like their conversation would have to wait until tomorrow,
then. That was okay. Getting into bed and snuggling next to Kris
was a wonderful way end to the day. He checked to make sure
the front door was locked and headed for the bedroom, turning
on and off lights in his wake.
Adam quietly made his way down to the bedroom only to
find Kris sitting on the bed, clad only in boxers, hunched over
a spiral notebook, pencil poised in his hand ready to write. A
guitar was on the bed next to him. Adam’s side of the bed.
He looked frustrated. Dammit. Adam walked into the room and
Kris looked up. “Hey,” he said. “Didn’t hear you come home.”
“Can I talk to you?” Adam asked.
“Sure,” Kris said, turning his attention back to his notebook.
Adam sat down on the edge of the bed close to Kris. “I’m sorry
I haven’t been at home lately. “I don’t want to be away from you,
it’s just that -“ he began. No, he didn’t want to make excuses, he
wanted to be proactive. “I’m going rearrange my schedule, so I
can be here with you as much as I can -“
“Adam, I -“ Kris said.
“No, I need to say this. I feel so bad you’re having such a hard
time right now. I wish you’d talk to me, Kris.” He took
Kris’s left hand into his. “These rings we wear. They mean for
better or worse. That means you can tell me anything. Whatever
you’re feeling. Good, bad or even if you angry or upset at me.
I want to know, okay.” Adam blinked back tears. “Anything.”
Kris squeezed his hand. “Okay. Anything?”
“Yes, baby.” Adam reached out and stroked his cheek.
“I’m glad you’re home,” Kris said.
Adam was hoping for a bit more than that, but perhaps baby
steps were better at this point. He leaned in and kissed Kris on
the forehead, necklaces swinging from his neck. Adam caught
them up in his hand, so they wouldn’t accidentally hit Kris.
He pulled back and noticed Kris’s attention was already focused
back on the notebook.
“I’ve been writing,” Kris said, holding up the notebook, like a
proud child showing off artwork to a parent. “Most of the day,
actually. I’ve just been stuck on a lyric or two.”
“You’re writing?” Adam said.
“And playing the guitar,” he added triumphantly.
“That’s great.” Adam leaned forward and pulled him into a
hug.
Kris pulled away a bit too soon for Adam’s liking. “I’d like
to play you a song. I want to know what you think,” he said.
“Do you want to hear it?”
“Of course I do,” Adam answered.
Kris smiled. “Good.”
Adam smiled back. It seemed like things were looking up.
****
END (1/1)