Honey Love, Bitter Misery l Adam/Blake l Chapter One: For the Best
Chapter One: Prologue - For the Best
It was nine in the morning; he was supposed to be have been in the air an hour ago.
But like his soon to be ex-wife, the weather just seemed to hated him.
The clouds seemed to mock him as he gazed sadly out the small airplane window. As the rising rays of the came through to reflect off the freshly wet runway, he tried to keep off the warm body that he had left back in the hotel’s bed.
He could still smell the scent of the man, the memory of the night before still so fresh; it only increased his pain as he blocked it out. Shifting in the seat that, despite the fact that it was first class and leather, was a bit too small for his big frame to look into the aisle, he sighed before giving the stewardess a look of impatience.
It had been drizzling since he had stepped into the taxi and tried to leave all thoughts of past behind. A bad omen it seemed, since his escape plan had been delayed for the weather to pass. Running away wasn’t something he did regularly, it was very rare and he prided himself on that fact, but it was for the best.
“We’ll be taking off in just a moment Mr. Shelton” The reassurance did nothing for him except answer the unspoken question he should even be thinking, he just wished that they could be up in the air.
But being a gentlemen he was known for being he smiled a faint fake smile and said “Thank you”
It was the tone that he used with almost everyone that was a stranger, a humble tone that was filled with his southern roots. What usually got people was the husky feel to it, which made them a bit more comfortable with him looming over them. It was the ‘feminine orgasm causing’ tone as Adam had called it on many occasions as the shorter man teased him about his many drooling fans.
A wave of pain shot through his chest, his eyes watering just enough for him to shift back towards the window so that the other VIPS wouldn’t see the big giant of the country world cry.
Adam was probably beginning to stir right about now, turning over in the white sheets that he had been softly thrown over them after their passionate night, to attempt to snuggle closer to prolong the bliss of the quiet morning. But he wasn’t there, even though he so desperately wanted to be; the shorter man would search the apartment for him, but not before wrapping the sheets loosely around his naked tattooed body; to the kitchen first to see if he was cooking the two of them breakfast. Then panic, confusion, and everything in between would set in when all searches turned to be failures.
His phone sang Honey Bee, which he had set for only one person as the truth that until last night been to be never revealed, as he fought his emotions off; removing it from his jeans pocket, he gazed at the screen.
The bleeding hole called his heart was stabbed as the name burned into the phone, each moment that passed showing nothing of the message Adam was cursing on the other side. He was probably pacing, considering whether to chuck the electronic into the floor while wondering why the fucking hell his country ass wasn’t picking up.
The attempts to call him continued, he just stared into the newly lightened clouds and the stupidly cheerful rainbow that had appeared on the horizon.
Soon enough the words Five missed calls showed, he considered actually following the plane’s rules and shutting it off before they took off. But instead his thumb hovered over the button that would redial the number he knew by heart.
It hurt to leave without saying anything, but it was for the best.
The media wolves were going after him for everything and anything, he wasn’t going to bring Adam into it. Even if that meant cutting off contact with the man in every way; giving ammo to Miranda was not going to happen.
Over his dead body would he let anything hurt Adam, especially not his actions.
“Please turn off all electronic devices and fasten your seatbelts, we will be taking off soon”
Maybe he would forget as the place cruised at thirty thousand plus feet, he snapped the strap across his waist in one swift motion that he knew from so many times in the air. Good thing he knew, since his eyes were closed tightly as to not let any emotions show.
About to follow the second command, it alerted him to another kind of communication; another way that a newly awakened and very confused lover was trying to reach out, a simple text message.
Where are you, I woke up and…Is something wrong, did something happen? Will you pick up your damn phone!!!?!?!?
-Adam
Why had he opened the damn thing? His body must just hate him like everything else, everything except for Adam. He swallowed hard to try and keep it together.
The message was simple, yet he felt all the panic and concern in words. He was tempted to smile at the last question, the tint of the Adam he knew in it well imbedded.
I’m sorry, but it’s over.
That’s what he would send back…no that was stupid, it would just raise more questions. Ones that he wouldn’t be able to take; to keep a mask of control, that couldn’t happen.
Come on big country, answer me. What is going on?
Please call me.
The pleading of the last line crushed his already shattered heart; he knew this would happen and yet he wished it didn’t have too. What was he suppose to do? The answer escaped him. He was only one man for god’s sake.
He could still get off the plane, fuck his luggage, and run back into the arms of Adam. Then they could face the swarm of people who hated him together, protecting each other from the horrid attacks that would be launched in their direction.
No, he had made his decision; he wouldn’t go back even though he desperately wanted to
“Sir, you have to turn that off” He didn’t turn to the woman, just nodded. She couldn’t see the tears building, the pain. Taking that as an acceptable answer that he would comply, she went to scold another.
Blake, call me, txt me, SOMETHING!!
Please…
He couldn’t, what would he say?
Somehow he sent something back; he wasn’t even sure what he had said before he turned the device off. Storing it from view, the soothing and at the same time painful sound of the engines starting up came to his ears.
The plane started to move, there was no going back.
The dark clouds blacked out the sun except for one last ray, which was soon consumed, but not before…
“I’m sorry” Like Adam was right there, he whispered the words.
…a tear ran down his cheek.
Dark clouds approached as he looked out from the balcony of their hotel room, all his skin exposed except for the parts covered by a pair of jeans. They were the same ones that Blake had slowly taken off of him in an attempt to torture him; it had worked as he had cursed the man before ripping them off himself. He hadn’t even bothered with a shirt; covering up the mark where the bigger man had bit him in their heated moments was not on the top of his list.
He idly ran his fingers over the bruising skin, the pain feeling good as it brought up memories.
Where was Blake?
The question echoed, beating him up from the inside out because he didn’t know as he looked down to his lap. There was the phone that he had been using furiously to try and figure out the answer to that question.
Now he was waiting; cursing the fuck out of Blake, the phone, and everything else hadn’t gotten him the sound of the man’s voice or even a response in the form of a txt, so he had dropped the act that everyone expected and was quiet.
He had expected to wake up with the body of his newly claimed lover next to him; instead he had only found a cooled pillow.
He had expected to hear the sound of eggs cooking; instead he had heard nothing but his own footsteps.
He had expected an explanation; but all he had was questions.
It seemed that expectations meant nothing, considering that all of them had been shattered the moment he had woken up alone.
The big man’s stuff was gone, everything down to his toothbrush; there was no note, nothing. He knew that he hadn’t imagined what had happened the night before, he knew by the faint taste of the man in his mouth.
It was earthy and just a bit sweet, he craved it now.
He wished Blake to come through the door, to wrap him in a hug and explain some story of where he had been. But he wouldn’t care for the explanation; his only concern would be smashing their lips and bodies together. Then after a breathless kiss he would slap the moron for worrying him.
With everything that was going on in Blake’s life, he hoped to god that something hadn’t happened. There was only so much that one person could take, and even though he had tried to take some of the stress away, it was still bearing down on the man he loved.
Come on, he glared at the phone, do something.
If on command, it rang.
“WHERE THE HELL…oh sorry, thought you were someone else man” He swallowed, hoping that Jesse wouldn’t catch on to his swirling state of chaotic emotions.
“You okay Adam?” It was a simple question, the answer being a very firm FUCK NO.
He had no idea where Blake was and that in itself was driving him crazy, so no he was not okay.
But bringing one band member into it would only complicate things and somehow it would escape into the media or something similar; it would be a fucking nightmare that he really didn’t want to deal with.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just pissed at someone” The sentence was smooth, with a little tint at the end that Jesse would expect. But then again, if anyone could pick up that something was wrong even as he tried to hide it, it would be someone that had been with the band since the beginning. One of the people who fit that criteria just happened to be on the phone with him, but hopefully he would buy it.
“Just don’t murder anyone” He smirked, despite what was going on, because his anger was definitely known.
“Of course, not physically anyway” The sound of Jesse laughing didn’t help his crummy mode as it usually would. But someone was going to be verbally slaughtered this morning, probably Blake who deserved it for leaving him without a simple ‘Hey, I’m going out, be back soon. Good morning!’ note.
“See you soon then man” He listened to his fellow band member hang up, the phone still attached to his ear as he listened to the wind rush through the cracks past his face.
Then he heard it, his song that he had reserved for the big man since he did a superb job at singing it. The memory of those words flying at him with the deepest stare coming with them made him smile as he looked to the message.
His smile dropped, as did the phone to clatter on the concert floor, the message still seen as he looked to the clouds.
It’s for the best, I’m sorry.
What the fuck did that mean?
It didn’t make sense, none of it did.
But where ever Blake was, whatever was going on, he was going to figure this all out.
He was going to get that kiss he craved…
“Where the hell are you?” He asked to a missing Blake
…and he was going to slap the bastard.
It was nine in the morning; he was supposed to be have been in the air an hour ago.
But like his soon to be ex-wife, the weather just seemed to hated him.
The clouds seemed to mock him as he gazed sadly out the small airplane window. As the rising rays of the came through to reflect off the freshly wet runway, he tried to keep off the warm body that he had left back in the hotel’s bed.
He could still smell the scent of the man, the memory of the night before still so fresh; it only increased his pain as he blocked it out. Shifting in the seat that, despite the fact that it was first class and leather, was a bit too small for his big frame to look into the aisle, he sighed before giving the stewardess a look of impatience.
It had been drizzling since he had stepped into the taxi and tried to leave all thoughts of past behind. A bad omen it seemed, since his escape plan had been delayed for the weather to pass. Running away wasn’t something he did regularly, it was very rare and he prided himself on that fact, but it was for the best.
“We’ll be taking off in just a moment Mr. Shelton” The reassurance did nothing for him except answer the unspoken question he should even be thinking, he just wished that they could be up in the air.
But being a gentlemen he was known for being he smiled a faint fake smile and said “Thank you”
It was the tone that he used with almost everyone that was a stranger, a humble tone that was filled with his southern roots. What usually got people was the husky feel to it, which made them a bit more comfortable with him looming over them. It was the ‘feminine orgasm causing’ tone as Adam had called it on many occasions as the shorter man teased him about his many drooling fans.
A wave of pain shot through his chest, his eyes watering just enough for him to shift back towards the window so that the other VIPS wouldn’t see the big giant of the country world cry.
Adam was probably beginning to stir right about now, turning over in the white sheets that he had been softly thrown over them after their passionate night, to attempt to snuggle closer to prolong the bliss of the quiet morning. But he wasn’t there, even though he so desperately wanted to be; the shorter man would search the apartment for him, but not before wrapping the sheets loosely around his naked tattooed body; to the kitchen first to see if he was cooking the two of them breakfast. Then panic, confusion, and everything in between would set in when all searches turned to be failures.
His phone sang Honey Bee, which he had set for only one person as the truth that until last night been to be never revealed, as he fought his emotions off; removing it from his jeans pocket, he gazed at the screen.
The bleeding hole called his heart was stabbed as the name burned into the phone, each moment that passed showing nothing of the message Adam was cursing on the other side. He was probably pacing, considering whether to chuck the electronic into the floor while wondering why the fucking hell his country ass wasn’t picking up.
The attempts to call him continued, he just stared into the newly lightened clouds and the stupidly cheerful rainbow that had appeared on the horizon.
Soon enough the words Five missed calls showed, he considered actually following the plane’s rules and shutting it off before they took off. But instead his thumb hovered over the button that would redial the number he knew by heart.
It hurt to leave without saying anything, but it was for the best.
The media wolves were going after him for everything and anything, he wasn’t going to bring Adam into it. Even if that meant cutting off contact with the man in every way; giving ammo to Miranda was not going to happen.
Over his dead body would he let anything hurt Adam, especially not his actions.
“Please turn off all electronic devices and fasten your seatbelts, we will be taking off soon”
Maybe he would forget as the place cruised at thirty thousand plus feet, he snapped the strap across his waist in one swift motion that he knew from so many times in the air. Good thing he knew, since his eyes were closed tightly as to not let any emotions show.
About to follow the second command, it alerted him to another kind of communication; another way that a newly awakened and very confused lover was trying to reach out, a simple text message.
Where are you, I woke up and…Is something wrong, did something happen? Will you pick up your damn phone!!!?!?!?
-Adam
Why had he opened the damn thing? His body must just hate him like everything else, everything except for Adam. He swallowed hard to try and keep it together.
The message was simple, yet he felt all the panic and concern in words. He was tempted to smile at the last question, the tint of the Adam he knew in it well imbedded.
I’m sorry, but it’s over.
That’s what he would send back…no that was stupid, it would just raise more questions. Ones that he wouldn’t be able to take; to keep a mask of control, that couldn’t happen.
Come on big country, answer me. What is going on?
Please call me.
The pleading of the last line crushed his already shattered heart; he knew this would happen and yet he wished it didn’t have too. What was he suppose to do? The answer escaped him. He was only one man for god’s sake.
He could still get off the plane, fuck his luggage, and run back into the arms of Adam. Then they could face the swarm of people who hated him together, protecting each other from the horrid attacks that would be launched in their direction.
No, he had made his decision; he wouldn’t go back even though he desperately wanted to
“Sir, you have to turn that off” He didn’t turn to the woman, just nodded. She couldn’t see the tears building, the pain. Taking that as an acceptable answer that he would comply, she went to scold another.
Blake, call me, txt me, SOMETHING!!
Please…
He couldn’t, what would he say?
Somehow he sent something back; he wasn’t even sure what he had said before he turned the device off. Storing it from view, the soothing and at the same time painful sound of the engines starting up came to his ears.
The plane started to move, there was no going back.
The dark clouds blacked out the sun except for one last ray, which was soon consumed, but not before…
“I’m sorry” Like Adam was right there, he whispered the words.
…a tear ran down his cheek.
Dark clouds approached as he looked out from the balcony of their hotel room, all his skin exposed except for the parts covered by a pair of jeans. They were the same ones that Blake had slowly taken off of him in an attempt to torture him; it had worked as he had cursed the man before ripping them off himself. He hadn’t even bothered with a shirt; covering up the mark where the bigger man had bit him in their heated moments was not on the top of his list.
He idly ran his fingers over the bruising skin, the pain feeling good as it brought up memories.
Where was Blake?
The question echoed, beating him up from the inside out because he didn’t know as he looked down to his lap. There was the phone that he had been using furiously to try and figure out the answer to that question.
Now he was waiting; cursing the fuck out of Blake, the phone, and everything else hadn’t gotten him the sound of the man’s voice or even a response in the form of a txt, so he had dropped the act that everyone expected and was quiet.
He had expected to wake up with the body of his newly claimed lover next to him; instead he had only found a cooled pillow.
He had expected to hear the sound of eggs cooking; instead he had heard nothing but his own footsteps.
He had expected an explanation; but all he had was questions.
It seemed that expectations meant nothing, considering that all of them had been shattered the moment he had woken up alone.
The big man’s stuff was gone, everything down to his toothbrush; there was no note, nothing. He knew that he hadn’t imagined what had happened the night before, he knew by the faint taste of the man in his mouth.
It was earthy and just a bit sweet, he craved it now.
He wished Blake to come through the door, to wrap him in a hug and explain some story of where he had been. But he wouldn’t care for the explanation; his only concern would be smashing their lips and bodies together. Then after a breathless kiss he would slap the moron for worrying him.
With everything that was going on in Blake’s life, he hoped to god that something hadn’t happened. There was only so much that one person could take, and even though he had tried to take some of the stress away, it was still bearing down on the man he loved.
Come on, he glared at the phone, do something.
If on command, it rang.
“WHERE THE HELL…oh sorry, thought you were someone else man” He swallowed, hoping that Jesse wouldn’t catch on to his swirling state of chaotic emotions.
“You okay Adam?” It was a simple question, the answer being a very firm FUCK NO.
He had no idea where Blake was and that in itself was driving him crazy, so no he was not okay.
But bringing one band member into it would only complicate things and somehow it would escape into the media or something similar; it would be a fucking nightmare that he really didn’t want to deal with.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just pissed at someone” The sentence was smooth, with a little tint at the end that Jesse would expect. But then again, if anyone could pick up that something was wrong even as he tried to hide it, it would be someone that had been with the band since the beginning. One of the people who fit that criteria just happened to be on the phone with him, but hopefully he would buy it.
“Just don’t murder anyone” He smirked, despite what was going on, because his anger was definitely known.
“Of course, not physically anyway” The sound of Jesse laughing didn’t help his crummy mode as it usually would. But someone was going to be verbally slaughtered this morning, probably Blake who deserved it for leaving him without a simple ‘Hey, I’m going out, be back soon. Good morning!’ note.
“See you soon then man” He listened to his fellow band member hang up, the phone still attached to his ear as he listened to the wind rush through the cracks past his face.
Then he heard it, his song that he had reserved for the big man since he did a superb job at singing it. The memory of those words flying at him with the deepest stare coming with them made him smile as he looked to the message.
His smile dropped, as did the phone to clatter on the concert floor, the message still seen as he looked to the clouds.
It’s for the best, I’m sorry.
What the fuck did that mean?
It didn’t make sense, none of it did.
But where ever Blake was, whatever was going on, he was going to figure this all out.
He was going to get that kiss he craved…
“Where the hell are you?” He asked to a missing Blake
…and he was going to slap the bastard.