You’re Guaranteed To Run This Town 38/?
Title: You’re Guaranteed To Run This Town 38/?
Rating: R
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, brief mentions of unprotected non-con M/M sex, brief mentions of stalkery behavior
Notes: Another emotion-filled chapter (pfft, who am I kidding... one of these days I need to write some punk!Kris fluff) and only slightly late. I just got back from a friends graduation party (and lots of nummy food and random outbursts of song since my circle of friends, we do that, a lot) and with internet I can now post! Yay!
The call came early in the morning, a little after the sun had started to paint the bedroom of Kris and Adam in soft oranges and golds of light. Adam reached over, blearily answering it, then scrambled up and shook Kris awake when he realized exactly who it was.
Pressing speaker phone as soon as Kris was awake enough and the voice of the officer from the other day came through. Kris was much more awake at that. “We found Martin.” Kris' hand clutched at Adam's arm, his breath stopping for a few seconds as the officer went on. “He was lurking around outside of your old apartment where Miss Iraheta lives.” Adam glanced over, seeing Kris' expression turn terrified before he sucked in a deep breath that probably went all the way down to his toes and forced himself to calm down. That's it, my love. Don't let that monster get to you. “We'll get back to you if anything changes.”
Kris' mouth worked a few moments before he frowned, looking up at Adam with wide, scared eyes. Adam cleared his throat. “Thank you, officer.” He hung up and tossed the phone aside before turning to face Kris fully.
Kris was trembling slightly, eyes still wide, but he had a scared sort of smile just barely curling his lips. “I...” He dropped his gaze to the sheets, watching as he kneaded them between his fingers. “He's not... he's not going to hurt me anymore... is he?”
Adam heart broke at how small Kris' voice was. He let out a breath and nodded, pulling Kris into his arms. “No. He's not going to hurt you. He won't hurt you ever again.”
Kris let out a scared little laugh, then stared down between them. His eyes suddenly filled with tears and the only sound he made was a small, soft, frightened whimper when they spilled over. Adam hushed him, letting Kris fall into his arms and cry, letting out everything he'd gone through. Between sobs and labored breaths he muttered about how he was lost, he was so scared but it was over but he didn't know what to do, he didn't know how not to be waiting for him to come out from every dark space. Adam rubbed soothing circles into Kris' back, biting back his own tears, frustrated that Kris had to go through all this pain, and that his nightmare was over but he still was terrified of it.
I wish I could just take all that pain for him... He's so special and beautiful and because of everything that happened to him that's damaged. It's just not fair. “You're safe now, baby. There's no way he's ever going to hurt you. You don't have to be scared anymore.”
Kris whimpered quietly, but he nodded, taking a few wet breaths with his face tucked against Adam's throat. With Kris in his sanctuary, he slowly calmed down, eventually not having to force himself to even out his breathing and that blend of fear and relief and, oddly, sadness that made his heart was pounding painfully in his chest faded. He closed his eyes slowly, feeling Adam's arms tighten around him a fraction, and he smiled softly before he dozed off again, knowing that he was safe now with Adam there holding him.
When Kris woke up, Adam wasn't there. Fuck. “Adam?!” Kris cried out, he scrambled out of bed, panicking. “Adam! Where...” He trailed off when Adam flung himself around the corner, eyes wild and wide, hair messy and wet like he just got out of the shower. Oh... Kris relaxed and flushed. “I, um... sorry.”
Adam let out a breath and nodded. “It's fine.” He shrugged. “I should've woken you up before I left the bed.”
Kris shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “No, you shouldn't have to do that.” He let out a frustrated groan. “He's gone, I shouldn't be like this anymore. I shouldn't need you to keep me together like the broken thing I am and-”
“Hey.” Adam stopped him, closing his hands around Kris' wrists and shaking his head. “You are not broken. Something horrible happened to you. I mean, no matter how strong you are that's going to make you fear for a long time.” He pressed his lips light against Kris' forehead. “You did something amazing, baby. Don't you see it?” He looked back, staring into Kris' wide brown eyes, waiting until he shook his head before he grinned. “You stood up to him, this man that gave you all this fear. Maybe not directly, but you did, by telling the police about what happened.”
Kris shook his head. “I... I didn't say everything...”
Adam made a soft sound. “You admitted to it.” He scratched his fingers lightly through Kris hair. “You're brave. Braver than I could ever be, baby. And I know everyone that was in that room agrees with me.”
Kris grumbled. “'m not... I'm weak...”
“No, baby.” He brushed his temple. “You're so strong. So, so strong.” He stayed quiet for a few moments, then he sighed. “I met someone who was friends with Hayden and I when we were dating.” He huffed out a laugh. “I was terrified. And he's not even directly connected to Hayden. He didn't even know about what happened between us, and I was still scared.” He shook his head. “Trust me, baby. You're amazing. You may not realize it, but you are so amazing and beautiful and brave.”
Kris made a small sound, but he didn't argue anymore. He did squeeze Adam a little, though, at the mention of Hayden's name. Adam smiled and tilted Kris' face up just enough to give him a sweet, short kiss. Short until Kris surged back up and melded their mouths together again, and sweet until he licked across the seam of Adam's lips for more. They melted together, their worries for each other and of their past burning away from the heat of the love and lust between them.
Eventually, Adam pulled them apart, panting against Kris' lips for a moment before he grinned. “As much as I would love to continue this, you have an appointment to get to.”
Kris groaned, but he nodded and let Adam pull him up. He pouted and didn't move though, no matter Adam's light tugs, and he broke out into a grin when Adam just lifted him up into his arms and carried him around the apartment. “Hey, I'm going to milk you spoiling me as much as I can.”
Adam pinched Kris' thigh for that, grinning at the squeal that Kris quickly tried and failed to cover up.
With that, peace returned to the apartment - with playful make outs in the closet with Adam backed up against the wall and Kris rutting against him.
“So. You seem a bit calmer today.”
Kris nodded slowly and traced his fingers along the spirals of his notebook. The green cover was already wearing, and the pages inside already ink splotched and wrinkled from turning pages and frantic writing when Kris just needed to get something out right then. He sighed. “I... They caught him.” He watched his fingers twitch and he huffed, answering the question he knew Caden was going to ask. “I don't know how I feel yet. I mean, part of me is happy, he deserves to be put in jail for what he did to Alli and... and what he did to me.” He flinched, then continued on. “Another part of me wants to just start crying because I feel sad for some reason and another is confused because... since him I've only ever been scared.” He curled his arms around himself. “I don't know how to not be scared...”
Caden nodded slowly, then leaned forward. “So, we both know why you'd be happy about this. Spencer did something horrible to both you and Allison, and possibly more people.” Kris swallowed at that, and nodded, wanted Caden to move on. “Any ideas of why you'd be sad?”
Kris chewed his lip and thought for a few moments. No, I... I stopped caring about him the night he did that to me. And I... I don't know... When he shook his head Caden straightened up, looking over him for a moment, like he was debating whether he should say something or not, and finally spoke up. “Maybe you're sad for yourself? Having Spencer put away where he can't hurt you, you don't have to worry about him anymore, so that's opened up another part of you which lets you feel that sadness that you haven't quite been able to feel yet.”
Kris grimaced. That's ridiculous. He's not going to accept it, though, if I just say that, so... “Sure, maybe.” He mumbled, then shifted back against the couch. He tapped his fingers against the green cover for a moment and held it out, hoping to avoid any more questions about how he was feeling about Spencer. I never should've brought that up... He flinched. Not that this is going to be any better.
Caden glanced up at him for a moment, almost like he was saying that he'd be coming back to that conversation before he flipped open to the most recent page. He read through what Kris wrote - about his dream with Adam and telling Adam about said dream. Caden clucked his tongue and looked up at Kris. “You said you realized that the dream wasn't about Spencer?”
Kris cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, um. This one... man that I had a long time ago. He was... well.” He gestured to the notebook and shrugged. “You know how he was.”
Caden nodded. “Rough. And he was one of the men you took for money?”
Kris flushed hotly and nodded. “It was soon after... what happened with Spencer.”
Again, the therapist bobbed his head, leaning forward on his knees to hand the notebook back over as he asked. “Did you have any flashbacks then?”
Kris shuddered. “Y-yeah.” He remembered any time he'd have to take what seemed like hours to get himself to calm down, to stop shuddering and panicking because the flashbacks were so bad then. Well, of course they were worse, you were just damaging yourself further doing that. But... I needed to do it. I would've starved... That scolding voice that sounded a lot like Adam died off, and Kris grimaced before looking back up at Caden. “I, um, I did. They were...” He bit into his lip. “I know why they were so bad, though...”
“And why was that?”
Kris flinched. “I kept having sex with them after what Spencer did.” And they were all just as rough as he was. They always were... He shuddered, those memories swirling around darkly in his head. He stood up suddenly, going straight for the ice packs that Caden had started keeping in the office and squeezed them in his hands as he paced, using the cold to try and anchor himself. “I was still in pain when I was doing all of that.”
He grimaced as Caden nodded. “You made new wounds by doing that, and you made the ones you already had bigger.” Kris bobbed his head. And now I'm here patching them up. Not that I'll ever be able to. He huffed. There's too much damage to heal...
Kris stopped, frowning down at the floor as he thought that. What if he was never able to get better? What if he was stuck like this forever because of his mistakes in the past? What if... oh god...
Kris suddenly felt sick. He fell onto the floor, not able to hold himself up anymore, and gaped. What if... what if I got some kind of disease? Oh god, I could give it to Adam! Kris tried to always be wary about condoms and things like that, but he... Spencer didn't, he knew that. He felt tears spring to his eyes and squeezed the ice packs tight to his stomach. As a new fear rose up inside of him, Caden knelt down in front of him, looking worried. “Kris?”
He shuddered and shook his head, running a cold, damp hand through his hair. “I... I... oh god, I'm... I'm worse, I... he didn't...” He babbled, and he only stopped when Caden took one of the ice packs from Kris' stomach and pressed it against his cheek.
He sucked in a deep breath and blinked several times. He felt shivery all over, and he felt like he wasn't getting nearly enough air. Caden squeezed his shoulder. “Breathe, Kris, and tell me, slowly, what happened?”
Kris slowly evened out his breaths, then felt his lip wobble as he thought about it. “I...I...” He sniffled and looked away as the tears spilled over. “I could have a disease... because... because Spencer didn't... he didn't... use any protection and...” He sobbed quietly. “I-I can't be with Adam if I do... I don't... I...”
Kris crumbled completely, the stress of the week crashing down on him all at once. He could feel Caden curling an arm around his shoulders and waiting as he let everything out, crying again for the second time that day. I can't do this anymore... want to be with Adam... He made a small whimpering sound. While I still can... fuck. Please, please don't let me be infected with anything, please, please, please...
When Kris came out of the clinic, he looked completely drained, so tired and sad and frustrated. Adam frowned and opened his arms up for Kris, pressing a kiss to his temple when he fell into them. “Not good, huh?”
Kris grimaced. “No...” He chewed on his lip and looked up at Adam through his lashes. “I... I want to get tested.”
Adam paused a moment and glanced down to Kris. He was biting his lip, looking like he was just stopping himself from crying. Adam squeezed Kris' hand as they walked, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You know whatever happens, I'll still love you, stay with you.”
Kris sniffled and let out a breath, and Adam stopped them beside the car, pushing him up against the side and kissing him softly. He put every ounce of his love and his need for Kris into the kiss, and after a few minutes he could feel the tears streaming down Kris' face. Kris groaned. “I'm so tired of crying...” He huffed. “This is the third fucking time today.”
Adam squeezed his Kris and kissed away his tears. I hate seeing him cry but... it's probably good for him. Healing. “It'll be better, baby. The pain will go away eventually.”
Kris whimpered, then pulled away, leaning up on his toes to give Adam a long, lingering kiss. He sniffled. “I... I hate him...” Kris muttered with a wobbly voice and, he actually sounded surprised. Like he was surprised that he was hating him for what he did. Well, good that he does. Kris doesn't need to fear him anymore. That scumbag deserves every little bit of punishment he gets and more. Too bad there's no death penalty for what he did. Kris took a deep breath then let it out, shaking against Adam. “I-I... I hate what he's done to me, that... that he damaged me like this. And... and if he gave me anything...” Kris trailed off then looked up at Adam, fear swirling back into those wide brown eyes, but for an entirely different reason then he ever had before. “I... Adam, I... I don't want to risk passing anything to you. I...”
“Shh...” Adam squeezed Kris, his beautiful, beautiful love. “Shh baby, we'll figure it out. Whatever happens, we'll figure it out.” He pressed his lips firmly to Kris', pulling away when Kris sobbed against them and lifted his head up, staring deep into his eyes, making sure Kris knew he was telling the truth, that he meant every single word. “Just know, no matter what, I will never leave you. You're my Kris, my beautiful Kris.” He smiled, feeling a few tears running down his cheeks with Kris'. “I know it, baby. You're it for me. You're the best fit I could ever hope to find. No matter what happens, I am not letting you go.”
Kris smiled, sniffled and cried, then smiled some more and hugged himself to Adam. “Promise?”
Adam nodded. “Promise.” And then he sealed it with a loving kiss, that went on until they needed to rise up for air, and then some. He grinned. “Now, let's get back home. We can figure everything out there, okay?”
Kris nodded. “Okay.” He pouted slightly and looked up through wet lashes. “Think we can cuddle for a little while?”
“The entire night.” Kris absolutely beamed. Kris' bright, thousand-watt smile just made him look forward to holding him for the entire night even more. I love when I can make him happy like this. He should always be smiling, from now on. He deserves a lifetime of happiness after all that he's been through.
Rating: R
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, brief mentions of unprotected non-con M/M sex, brief mentions of stalkery behavior
Notes: Another emotion-filled chapter (pfft, who am I kidding... one of these days I need to write some punk!Kris fluff) and only slightly late. I just got back from a friends graduation party (and lots of nummy food and random outbursts of song since my circle of friends, we do that, a lot) and with internet I can now post! Yay!
The call came early in the morning, a little after the sun had started to paint the bedroom of Kris and Adam in soft oranges and golds of light. Adam reached over, blearily answering it, then scrambled up and shook Kris awake when he realized exactly who it was.
Pressing speaker phone as soon as Kris was awake enough and the voice of the officer from the other day came through. Kris was much more awake at that. “We found Martin.” Kris' hand clutched at Adam's arm, his breath stopping for a few seconds as the officer went on. “He was lurking around outside of your old apartment where Miss Iraheta lives.” Adam glanced over, seeing Kris' expression turn terrified before he sucked in a deep breath that probably went all the way down to his toes and forced himself to calm down. That's it, my love. Don't let that monster get to you. “We'll get back to you if anything changes.”
Kris' mouth worked a few moments before he frowned, looking up at Adam with wide, scared eyes. Adam cleared his throat. “Thank you, officer.” He hung up and tossed the phone aside before turning to face Kris fully.
Kris was trembling slightly, eyes still wide, but he had a scared sort of smile just barely curling his lips. “I...” He dropped his gaze to the sheets, watching as he kneaded them between his fingers. “He's not... he's not going to hurt me anymore... is he?”
Adam heart broke at how small Kris' voice was. He let out a breath and nodded, pulling Kris into his arms. “No. He's not going to hurt you. He won't hurt you ever again.”
Kris let out a scared little laugh, then stared down between them. His eyes suddenly filled with tears and the only sound he made was a small, soft, frightened whimper when they spilled over. Adam hushed him, letting Kris fall into his arms and cry, letting out everything he'd gone through. Between sobs and labored breaths he muttered about how he was lost, he was so scared but it was over but he didn't know what to do, he didn't know how not to be waiting for him to come out from every dark space. Adam rubbed soothing circles into Kris' back, biting back his own tears, frustrated that Kris had to go through all this pain, and that his nightmare was over but he still was terrified of it.
I wish I could just take all that pain for him... He's so special and beautiful and because of everything that happened to him that's damaged. It's just not fair. “You're safe now, baby. There's no way he's ever going to hurt you. You don't have to be scared anymore.”
Kris whimpered quietly, but he nodded, taking a few wet breaths with his face tucked against Adam's throat. With Kris in his sanctuary, he slowly calmed down, eventually not having to force himself to even out his breathing and that blend of fear and relief and, oddly, sadness that made his heart was pounding painfully in his chest faded. He closed his eyes slowly, feeling Adam's arms tighten around him a fraction, and he smiled softly before he dozed off again, knowing that he was safe now with Adam there holding him.
When Kris woke up, Adam wasn't there. Fuck. “Adam?!” Kris cried out, he scrambled out of bed, panicking. “Adam! Where...” He trailed off when Adam flung himself around the corner, eyes wild and wide, hair messy and wet like he just got out of the shower. Oh... Kris relaxed and flushed. “I, um... sorry.”
Adam let out a breath and nodded. “It's fine.” He shrugged. “I should've woken you up before I left the bed.”
Kris shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. “No, you shouldn't have to do that.” He let out a frustrated groan. “He's gone, I shouldn't be like this anymore. I shouldn't need you to keep me together like the broken thing I am and-”
“Hey.” Adam stopped him, closing his hands around Kris' wrists and shaking his head. “You are not broken. Something horrible happened to you. I mean, no matter how strong you are that's going to make you fear for a long time.” He pressed his lips light against Kris' forehead. “You did something amazing, baby. Don't you see it?” He looked back, staring into Kris' wide brown eyes, waiting until he shook his head before he grinned. “You stood up to him, this man that gave you all this fear. Maybe not directly, but you did, by telling the police about what happened.”
Kris shook his head. “I... I didn't say everything...”
Adam made a soft sound. “You admitted to it.” He scratched his fingers lightly through Kris hair. “You're brave. Braver than I could ever be, baby. And I know everyone that was in that room agrees with me.”
Kris grumbled. “'m not... I'm weak...”
“No, baby.” He brushed his temple. “You're so strong. So, so strong.” He stayed quiet for a few moments, then he sighed. “I met someone who was friends with Hayden and I when we were dating.” He huffed out a laugh. “I was terrified. And he's not even directly connected to Hayden. He didn't even know about what happened between us, and I was still scared.” He shook his head. “Trust me, baby. You're amazing. You may not realize it, but you are so amazing and beautiful and brave.”
Kris made a small sound, but he didn't argue anymore. He did squeeze Adam a little, though, at the mention of Hayden's name. Adam smiled and tilted Kris' face up just enough to give him a sweet, short kiss. Short until Kris surged back up and melded their mouths together again, and sweet until he licked across the seam of Adam's lips for more. They melted together, their worries for each other and of their past burning away from the heat of the love and lust between them.
Eventually, Adam pulled them apart, panting against Kris' lips for a moment before he grinned. “As much as I would love to continue this, you have an appointment to get to.”
Kris groaned, but he nodded and let Adam pull him up. He pouted and didn't move though, no matter Adam's light tugs, and he broke out into a grin when Adam just lifted him up into his arms and carried him around the apartment. “Hey, I'm going to milk you spoiling me as much as I can.”
Adam pinched Kris' thigh for that, grinning at the squeal that Kris quickly tried and failed to cover up.
With that, peace returned to the apartment - with playful make outs in the closet with Adam backed up against the wall and Kris rutting against him.
“So. You seem a bit calmer today.”
Kris nodded slowly and traced his fingers along the spirals of his notebook. The green cover was already wearing, and the pages inside already ink splotched and wrinkled from turning pages and frantic writing when Kris just needed to get something out right then. He sighed. “I... They caught him.” He watched his fingers twitch and he huffed, answering the question he knew Caden was going to ask. “I don't know how I feel yet. I mean, part of me is happy, he deserves to be put in jail for what he did to Alli and... and what he did to me.” He flinched, then continued on. “Another part of me wants to just start crying because I feel sad for some reason and another is confused because... since him I've only ever been scared.” He curled his arms around himself. “I don't know how to not be scared...”
Caden nodded slowly, then leaned forward. “So, we both know why you'd be happy about this. Spencer did something horrible to both you and Allison, and possibly more people.” Kris swallowed at that, and nodded, wanted Caden to move on. “Any ideas of why you'd be sad?”
Kris chewed his lip and thought for a few moments. No, I... I stopped caring about him the night he did that to me. And I... I don't know... When he shook his head Caden straightened up, looking over him for a moment, like he was debating whether he should say something or not, and finally spoke up. “Maybe you're sad for yourself? Having Spencer put away where he can't hurt you, you don't have to worry about him anymore, so that's opened up another part of you which lets you feel that sadness that you haven't quite been able to feel yet.”
Kris grimaced. That's ridiculous. He's not going to accept it, though, if I just say that, so... “Sure, maybe.” He mumbled, then shifted back against the couch. He tapped his fingers against the green cover for a moment and held it out, hoping to avoid any more questions about how he was feeling about Spencer. I never should've brought that up... He flinched. Not that this is going to be any better.
Caden glanced up at him for a moment, almost like he was saying that he'd be coming back to that conversation before he flipped open to the most recent page. He read through what Kris wrote - about his dream with Adam and telling Adam about said dream. Caden clucked his tongue and looked up at Kris. “You said you realized that the dream wasn't about Spencer?”
Kris cleared his throat and nodded. “Yeah, um. This one... man that I had a long time ago. He was... well.” He gestured to the notebook and shrugged. “You know how he was.”
Caden nodded. “Rough. And he was one of the men you took for money?”
Kris flushed hotly and nodded. “It was soon after... what happened with Spencer.”
Again, the therapist bobbed his head, leaning forward on his knees to hand the notebook back over as he asked. “Did you have any flashbacks then?”
Kris shuddered. “Y-yeah.” He remembered any time he'd have to take what seemed like hours to get himself to calm down, to stop shuddering and panicking because the flashbacks were so bad then. Well, of course they were worse, you were just damaging yourself further doing that. But... I needed to do it. I would've starved... That scolding voice that sounded a lot like Adam died off, and Kris grimaced before looking back up at Caden. “I, um, I did. They were...” He bit into his lip. “I know why they were so bad, though...”
“And why was that?”
Kris flinched. “I kept having sex with them after what Spencer did.” And they were all just as rough as he was. They always were... He shuddered, those memories swirling around darkly in his head. He stood up suddenly, going straight for the ice packs that Caden had started keeping in the office and squeezed them in his hands as he paced, using the cold to try and anchor himself. “I was still in pain when I was doing all of that.”
He grimaced as Caden nodded. “You made new wounds by doing that, and you made the ones you already had bigger.” Kris bobbed his head. And now I'm here patching them up. Not that I'll ever be able to. He huffed. There's too much damage to heal...
Kris stopped, frowning down at the floor as he thought that. What if he was never able to get better? What if he was stuck like this forever because of his mistakes in the past? What if... oh god...
Kris suddenly felt sick. He fell onto the floor, not able to hold himself up anymore, and gaped. What if... what if I got some kind of disease? Oh god, I could give it to Adam! Kris tried to always be wary about condoms and things like that, but he... Spencer didn't, he knew that. He felt tears spring to his eyes and squeezed the ice packs tight to his stomach. As a new fear rose up inside of him, Caden knelt down in front of him, looking worried. “Kris?”
He shuddered and shook his head, running a cold, damp hand through his hair. “I... I... oh god, I'm... I'm worse, I... he didn't...” He babbled, and he only stopped when Caden took one of the ice packs from Kris' stomach and pressed it against his cheek.
He sucked in a deep breath and blinked several times. He felt shivery all over, and he felt like he wasn't getting nearly enough air. Caden squeezed his shoulder. “Breathe, Kris, and tell me, slowly, what happened?”
Kris slowly evened out his breaths, then felt his lip wobble as he thought about it. “I...I...” He sniffled and looked away as the tears spilled over. “I could have a disease... because... because Spencer didn't... he didn't... use any protection and...” He sobbed quietly. “I-I can't be with Adam if I do... I don't... I...”
Kris crumbled completely, the stress of the week crashing down on him all at once. He could feel Caden curling an arm around his shoulders and waiting as he let everything out, crying again for the second time that day. I can't do this anymore... want to be with Adam... He made a small whimpering sound. While I still can... fuck. Please, please don't let me be infected with anything, please, please, please...
When Kris came out of the clinic, he looked completely drained, so tired and sad and frustrated. Adam frowned and opened his arms up for Kris, pressing a kiss to his temple when he fell into them. “Not good, huh?”
Kris grimaced. “No...” He chewed on his lip and looked up at Adam through his lashes. “I... I want to get tested.”
Adam paused a moment and glanced down to Kris. He was biting his lip, looking like he was just stopping himself from crying. Adam squeezed Kris' hand as they walked, leaning down to whisper in his ear. “You know whatever happens, I'll still love you, stay with you.”
Kris sniffled and let out a breath, and Adam stopped them beside the car, pushing him up against the side and kissing him softly. He put every ounce of his love and his need for Kris into the kiss, and after a few minutes he could feel the tears streaming down Kris' face. Kris groaned. “I'm so tired of crying...” He huffed. “This is the third fucking time today.”
Adam squeezed his Kris and kissed away his tears. I hate seeing him cry but... it's probably good for him. Healing. “It'll be better, baby. The pain will go away eventually.”
Kris whimpered, then pulled away, leaning up on his toes to give Adam a long, lingering kiss. He sniffled. “I... I hate him...” Kris muttered with a wobbly voice and, he actually sounded surprised. Like he was surprised that he was hating him for what he did. Well, good that he does. Kris doesn't need to fear him anymore. That scumbag deserves every little bit of punishment he gets and more. Too bad there's no death penalty for what he did. Kris took a deep breath then let it out, shaking against Adam. “I-I... I hate what he's done to me, that... that he damaged me like this. And... and if he gave me anything...” Kris trailed off then looked up at Adam, fear swirling back into those wide brown eyes, but for an entirely different reason then he ever had before. “I... Adam, I... I don't want to risk passing anything to you. I...”
“Shh...” Adam squeezed Kris, his beautiful, beautiful love. “Shh baby, we'll figure it out. Whatever happens, we'll figure it out.” He pressed his lips firmly to Kris', pulling away when Kris sobbed against them and lifted his head up, staring deep into his eyes, making sure Kris knew he was telling the truth, that he meant every single word. “Just know, no matter what, I will never leave you. You're my Kris, my beautiful Kris.” He smiled, feeling a few tears running down his cheeks with Kris'. “I know it, baby. You're it for me. You're the best fit I could ever hope to find. No matter what happens, I am not letting you go.”
Kris smiled, sniffled and cried, then smiled some more and hugged himself to Adam. “Promise?”
Adam nodded. “Promise.” And then he sealed it with a loving kiss, that went on until they needed to rise up for air, and then some. He grinned. “Now, let's get back home. We can figure everything out there, okay?”
Kris nodded. “Okay.” He pouted slightly and looked up through wet lashes. “Think we can cuddle for a little while?”
“The entire night.” Kris absolutely beamed. Kris' bright, thousand-watt smile just made him look forward to holding him for the entire night even more. I love when I can make him happy like this. He should always be smiling, from now on. He deserves a lifetime of happiness after all that he's been through.