You're Guaranteed To Run This Town 4/?
Title: You’re Guaranteed To Run This Town 4/?
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: Cussing.
Notes: More! Yay. Gonna try to keep up with these updates, if I can't do every other day I'll try for every week. No specific date yet, though.
Mmm… Kris… Wait a second. Kris? Adam opened his eyes, his hands still feeling around on the bed even though he saw no Kris anywhere. He sat up and frowned, feeling a bit of a sting. He could’ve at least woken me up if he was going to leave…
With a heavy sigh Adam got up out of the bed, then stopped. He could faintly hear something like… sobbing? Feeling even more confused, he walked out of the bedroom, then gasped when he saw Kris.
He looked tiny, curled up on the couch, sobbing into the pillow he was clutching tightly. “Kris?” He walked forward a bit, gently putting a hand on Kris’ arm. The sobbing calmed a bit, but he didn’t acknowledge Adam much more than that. He’s still asleep. Tucking himself as close to the couch as he could get he settled on the floor, moving his hand to Kris’ to get him to let go of the pillow. I wonder… what he’s dreaming about but… He grimaced, remembering the ‘rules’ Kris set out. I can’t ask him about it. He huffed and used his other hand to brush through Kris’ hair, his heart breaking a little at the broken whimper from the boy. I just wish he’d let me in a bit more.
For the moment, Adam settled with being able to calm him down during whatever nightmare he could be having.
What’s… Kris stared down at the ground, his dirty hands clenching on the grimy brick behind him. Everything hurt, bruises and scratches from years ago making themselves known with every movement. I’ve… this already happened. Panic clogged his throat and he stood up, his legs wobbly beneath him. No, no, this can’t… No, it’s just a dream. Just have to wake up, need to fucking wake up.
But he couldn’t, he could only live over as he moved forward out of the street, a pair of familiar faces sneering down at him as he cried and begged to come back home. Stop, stop it, it’s just a dream… just a fucking dream, come on, wake up!
One last withering glare before those faces disappeared, and Kris broke, falling to his knees, even the hard rattling of his bones from the impact not breaking through the numb feeling that washed over him. With his hands shaking, he managed to stand himself up, then looked through the last of his belongings and money before he sold away all the memories he could and climbed on the bus that would take him away from those familiar faces and all the other memories forever.
When Kris did wake up, he was shaking, crying. He sucked in a breath when he felt someone holding onto his hand, a voice - Adam’s voice - whispering reassurances to him. He sat up and wiped harshly at his face before looking away from Adam, tugging his hand away to tuck it around himself.
It was quiet between them for a few moments, heavy, making Kris’ stomach twist into knots. Then, Adam took a deep breath and spoke up. “Are you alright?”
Kris flinched, but nodded. “Yeah. Just…” He pressed his lips together into a firm line and looked over to Adam. He looked amazing still, his hair messy from the bed, his clothes wrinkled and twisted out of place, but… I could live with seeing this everyday…
Shaking his head, Kris squared his shoulders and pulled up his defenses again. “Can you take me home.” It didn’t come out as a question, just a rough, blunt statement that made Adam flinch. Kris’ hand twitched against his ribs and he softened his voice. “Please.”
There was another beat of silence, then Adam sighed. “Yeah, just let me get dressed.” Kris winced at how defeated he sounded. It’s your fault. He glared down at his bare feet and stood up, snatching up his shoes from the hallway. I never should’ve asked to go home with him, I should’ve known something like this would’ve happened. A sudden wave of guilt and sadness washed over him and he fell back against the wall, dropping his one-shoed-foot to the floor. “I’m an idiot…”
“You’re not an idiot.” He looked up to see Adam walking toward him, his hands in his pockets, looking clean faced and in loose jeans and a tee. He shrugged his shoulders. “There's something bothering you, I can get that.” He smiled; Kris noticed it didn’t reach his eyes and had to stop himself from reaching out to hug him, to make it reach his eyes. “If you don’t want me to know, I get that. Just…” He stared over at Kris for a moment then closed the distance between them and hugged him. Kris let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and held onto Adam in return. Freckled lips brushed against his ear before whispering. “If you ever need someone to talk to, know I’m here, whenever.”
Kris swallowed and opened his eyes, staring out behind Adam. I can’t… He nodded anyway, and Adam smiled against his ear before kissing it and letting him go. He breathed out and looked over him. “Well, get ready and I’ll take you back.”
“Yeah.” Kris muttered lamely and finished pulling on his shoes. With half of a smile, Adam looped an arm around Kris’ shoulder and pulled him out of the apartment. Kris closed his eyes, let himself get lost in the warm of Adam against him. He tried to push away the memories the nightmare brought back, but every time he fought against it, it felt like he was just digging his fingers into the wound. Remembering, though, felt even worse. Remembering felt… it brought back exactly how he felt when everything happened. He never wanted to feel like that again.
Kris stared out the window as Adam drove them over to the apartment. There was something that itched at the edge of his brain, and while it was the last thing he wanted to happen between them… it would save him pain in the long run. I just… He looked back over to Adam taking in the blue eyes and black hair and freckles and… everything, everything about Adam that he already loved. I dunno if I can take not seeing him again.
The car stopped, and Adam looked over at him, looking unbelievably sad, making Kris heart ache. “This is it…”
Kris pouted, then shook his head and, despite how he was telling himself not to give in, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around Adam, his lips against Adam’s neck, squeezing his eyes shut and just reveling in the feel of Adam’s body. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. He slowly let go and opened the car door, pausing before he got out and looking over at Adam for one last second. “I… I need some time to think about things for a bit.”
Adam nodded then smiled wide. There’s nothing to be smiling about, Kris thought wryly. “I understand.” He reached over before Kris could pull away, his hand against Kris’ arm making him shudder before he pulled himself out of the car. “Just call me when you’ve sort everything out, okay?”
I don’t think that’s going to happen. Kris still nodded though before he shut the door and turned to walk into the apartment before he could tempt himself with more glances at Adam. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut when his hand fell on the door handle, taking a deep shuddering breath before walking in.
Adam drummed his fingers on the table top, staring down at his phone. He was still debating on whether he should just ignore what Kris told him and call, or endure the silence for a few more days. It’s been a week…
He hated to admit it, but he was going slightly insane not hearing anything from Kris. He knew Kris was shaken up by whatever nightmare he had, and that it’d only take time for him to get over whatever he was fretting about, but still.
He paused for a moment, his fingers stilling on the table, then grimaced. Ugh, this is bad. I should not be this hung up on him. I’ve only known him for a few days! Still, that didn’t change things. Like he told Brad, there was something about Kris that he couldn’t quite figure out.
With a sigh, he lifted off the chair, grabbing his phone and slipping it into his pocket before going out. He needed to clear his head, and walking down the street in the slight chill of autumn certainly helped.
He curled his arms around himself as he walked down the streets, unknowingly toward Kris’ apartment. He closed his eyes breathing in deep before looking down one of the alleyways. He paused, then took a few steps back to hide behind the corner. There, in the alley, was Kris, dressed in a normal t-shirt and jeans, kneeling down in front of one of the homeless men crouched in the street, talking with him.
The man looked… happy, and Kris was smiling, too. After a few more moments, Kris laughed slightly, and leaned down to hug the man, before standing up. Adam pulled back, leaning against the wall and waiting until Kris walked out. He didn’t turn back to see Adam, just kept walking the other way. When Kris was out of sight, Adam leaned in and looked over at the man. Maybe… he knows something about Kris…
But… I can’t invade his privacy like that. Shaking his head, Adam sighed and turned back around, heading back to his place. He’d just be patient, he had faith in Kris, he knew he’d figure things out soon enough.
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: Cussing.
Notes: More! Yay. Gonna try to keep up with these updates, if I can't do every other day I'll try for every week. No specific date yet, though.
Mmm… Kris… Wait a second. Kris? Adam opened his eyes, his hands still feeling around on the bed even though he saw no Kris anywhere. He sat up and frowned, feeling a bit of a sting. He could’ve at least woken me up if he was going to leave…
With a heavy sigh Adam got up out of the bed, then stopped. He could faintly hear something like… sobbing? Feeling even more confused, he walked out of the bedroom, then gasped when he saw Kris.
He looked tiny, curled up on the couch, sobbing into the pillow he was clutching tightly. “Kris?” He walked forward a bit, gently putting a hand on Kris’ arm. The sobbing calmed a bit, but he didn’t acknowledge Adam much more than that. He’s still asleep. Tucking himself as close to the couch as he could get he settled on the floor, moving his hand to Kris’ to get him to let go of the pillow. I wonder… what he’s dreaming about but… He grimaced, remembering the ‘rules’ Kris set out. I can’t ask him about it. He huffed and used his other hand to brush through Kris’ hair, his heart breaking a little at the broken whimper from the boy. I just wish he’d let me in a bit more.
For the moment, Adam settled with being able to calm him down during whatever nightmare he could be having.
What’s… Kris stared down at the ground, his dirty hands clenching on the grimy brick behind him. Everything hurt, bruises and scratches from years ago making themselves known with every movement. I’ve… this already happened. Panic clogged his throat and he stood up, his legs wobbly beneath him. No, no, this can’t… No, it’s just a dream. Just have to wake up, need to fucking wake up.
But he couldn’t, he could only live over as he moved forward out of the street, a pair of familiar faces sneering down at him as he cried and begged to come back home. Stop, stop it, it’s just a dream… just a fucking dream, come on, wake up!
One last withering glare before those faces disappeared, and Kris broke, falling to his knees, even the hard rattling of his bones from the impact not breaking through the numb feeling that washed over him. With his hands shaking, he managed to stand himself up, then looked through the last of his belongings and money before he sold away all the memories he could and climbed on the bus that would take him away from those familiar faces and all the other memories forever.
When Kris did wake up, he was shaking, crying. He sucked in a breath when he felt someone holding onto his hand, a voice - Adam’s voice - whispering reassurances to him. He sat up and wiped harshly at his face before looking away from Adam, tugging his hand away to tuck it around himself.
It was quiet between them for a few moments, heavy, making Kris’ stomach twist into knots. Then, Adam took a deep breath and spoke up. “Are you alright?”
Kris flinched, but nodded. “Yeah. Just…” He pressed his lips together into a firm line and looked over to Adam. He looked amazing still, his hair messy from the bed, his clothes wrinkled and twisted out of place, but… I could live with seeing this everyday…
Shaking his head, Kris squared his shoulders and pulled up his defenses again. “Can you take me home.” It didn’t come out as a question, just a rough, blunt statement that made Adam flinch. Kris’ hand twitched against his ribs and he softened his voice. “Please.”
There was another beat of silence, then Adam sighed. “Yeah, just let me get dressed.” Kris winced at how defeated he sounded. It’s your fault. He glared down at his bare feet and stood up, snatching up his shoes from the hallway. I never should’ve asked to go home with him, I should’ve known something like this would’ve happened. A sudden wave of guilt and sadness washed over him and he fell back against the wall, dropping his one-shoed-foot to the floor. “I’m an idiot…”
“You’re not an idiot.” He looked up to see Adam walking toward him, his hands in his pockets, looking clean faced and in loose jeans and a tee. He shrugged his shoulders. “There's something bothering you, I can get that.” He smiled; Kris noticed it didn’t reach his eyes and had to stop himself from reaching out to hug him, to make it reach his eyes. “If you don’t want me to know, I get that. Just…” He stared over at Kris for a moment then closed the distance between them and hugged him. Kris let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding and held onto Adam in return. Freckled lips brushed against his ear before whispering. “If you ever need someone to talk to, know I’m here, whenever.”
Kris swallowed and opened his eyes, staring out behind Adam. I can’t… He nodded anyway, and Adam smiled against his ear before kissing it and letting him go. He breathed out and looked over him. “Well, get ready and I’ll take you back.”
“Yeah.” Kris muttered lamely and finished pulling on his shoes. With half of a smile, Adam looped an arm around Kris’ shoulder and pulled him out of the apartment. Kris closed his eyes, let himself get lost in the warm of Adam against him. He tried to push away the memories the nightmare brought back, but every time he fought against it, it felt like he was just digging his fingers into the wound. Remembering, though, felt even worse. Remembering felt… it brought back exactly how he felt when everything happened. He never wanted to feel like that again.
Kris stared out the window as Adam drove them over to the apartment. There was something that itched at the edge of his brain, and while it was the last thing he wanted to happen between them… it would save him pain in the long run. I just… He looked back over to Adam taking in the blue eyes and black hair and freckles and… everything, everything about Adam that he already loved. I dunno if I can take not seeing him again.
The car stopped, and Adam looked over at him, looking unbelievably sad, making Kris heart ache. “This is it…”
Kris pouted, then shook his head and, despite how he was telling himself not to give in, he leaned over and wrapped his arms around Adam, his lips against Adam’s neck, squeezing his eyes shut and just reveling in the feel of Adam’s body. “I’m sorry…” He whispered. He slowly let go and opened the car door, pausing before he got out and looking over at Adam for one last second. “I… I need some time to think about things for a bit.”
Adam nodded then smiled wide. There’s nothing to be smiling about, Kris thought wryly. “I understand.” He reached over before Kris could pull away, his hand against Kris’ arm making him shudder before he pulled himself out of the car. “Just call me when you’ve sort everything out, okay?”
I don’t think that’s going to happen. Kris still nodded though before he shut the door and turned to walk into the apartment before he could tempt himself with more glances at Adam. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut when his hand fell on the door handle, taking a deep shuddering breath before walking in.
Adam drummed his fingers on the table top, staring down at his phone. He was still debating on whether he should just ignore what Kris told him and call, or endure the silence for a few more days. It’s been a week…
He hated to admit it, but he was going slightly insane not hearing anything from Kris. He knew Kris was shaken up by whatever nightmare he had, and that it’d only take time for him to get over whatever he was fretting about, but still.
He paused for a moment, his fingers stilling on the table, then grimaced. Ugh, this is bad. I should not be this hung up on him. I’ve only known him for a few days! Still, that didn’t change things. Like he told Brad, there was something about Kris that he couldn’t quite figure out.
With a sigh, he lifted off the chair, grabbing his phone and slipping it into his pocket before going out. He needed to clear his head, and walking down the street in the slight chill of autumn certainly helped.
He curled his arms around himself as he walked down the streets, unknowingly toward Kris’ apartment. He closed his eyes breathing in deep before looking down one of the alleyways. He paused, then took a few steps back to hide behind the corner. There, in the alley, was Kris, dressed in a normal t-shirt and jeans, kneeling down in front of one of the homeless men crouched in the street, talking with him.
The man looked… happy, and Kris was smiling, too. After a few more moments, Kris laughed slightly, and leaned down to hug the man, before standing up. Adam pulled back, leaning against the wall and waiting until Kris walked out. He didn’t turn back to see Adam, just kept walking the other way. When Kris was out of sight, Adam leaned in and looked over at the man. Maybe… he knows something about Kris…
But… I can’t invade his privacy like that. Shaking his head, Adam sighed and turned back around, heading back to his place. He’d just be patient, he had faith in Kris, he knew he’d figure things out soon enough.