Title: Complicated (4/20~)
Title: Complicated (4/20~)
Paring: Adam/Kris
Rating: Rish?
Warnings: None I am aware of.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kris or Adam. I do not own the film Adam and am only borrowing the plot. Don’t sue, this is all for fun.
Summary: Adam is a young man living in L.A suffering from Asperger syndrome. He soon falls for his new neighbor, Kris. Based on the movie, Adam. If you seen the movie I have tweaked the plot a bit and the ending. I am only using the basic plot. Not quite a WIP, but lingering on it.
Beta: the wonderful scorpio_15
Kris awakes to an earsplitting jingle erupting from his phone that’s…somewhere in his disaster of a living room. He doesn’t even know what time it is, he just knows its way too fucking early for anyone to be calling him. He rolls over on his couch in an attempt for sleep, but his phone just keeps ringing and ringing.
“Fuck you,” he mutters into his pillow. Whoever’s calling better be important.
With the liveliness of a zombie he gets up to search for his phone and ends up finding it mixed in with a box of kitchen utensils. He doesn’t even question it. He’s too tired to do that thing. What’s it called? Think? Yeah, that.
He looks at the caller ID to identify the little persistent mystery caller. It starts ringing loudly again.
“What the fuck do you want, Brad?” Kris answers with a heated tone. He isn’t always this grumpy in the morning but due to his tremendous lack of sleep and the unwanted wake up call, he is today.
“Awww, why are you so meaaan?” questions a half-giggly voice that reminds Kris of high school parties.
“It’s seven in the morning, asshole.”
“Oh! Yeah. The time change….I forget…”
“Brad, are you high?”
“Meeeeeeebbbbbeeeeeeeeeee.”
Kris snorts and rubs his face with his left hand. It’s times like these when he realizes how much he is going to miss home.
“Flyyyy me awaaayyy, on an aiiiir-oooo-plaanee. High in the skkyyy, wannaaa see you aagaaiiiin.”
Kris chokes out a laugh. “Brad, you need to learn to not call me when you’re high.”
“But….why?”
“Because…it’s annoying. I wanna go back to bed.”
“Mkay. Bye.”
The line goes dead and Kris shakes his head, giggling. He remembers all the times he would go to small parties with Brad and take a hit of a joint. He was always scared to get high, because each time he would take more then two hits and his mother’s voice would lecture him in his own head. That was probably his worst fear, getting in trouble. Kris laughs to himself. He is so different now. He isn’t scared of making choices like he used to.
Closing his phone he yawns and sets it on his shiny granite countertop. How little of a place it may be, Kris absolutely loves how nice and shiny his new apartment is. It isn’t in the greatest part of L.A., but he’s just so happy to have a place of his own.
~
Later that day, Kris is jamming all over his living room, from box to bookshelf, trying to get everything out of those dumb boxes. As he does so, his mind wanders off to Adam. The resent discovery of Adam’s condition had caused Kris to do endless research on Asperger’s Syndrome. The basic knowledge of what he learned from his research is that people with Asperger’s have trouble deciphering emotions and feelings and often feel apart from society. And, in usual causes, they become obsessed with one thing. This information makes Kris feel closer to Adam somehow. He knows that because of Adam’s condition being in a relationship is going to be difficult, but he feels it’s worth it. And, if it doesn’t work out, well, at least he tried?
Shoving the last book into his cherry wood bookshelf, Kris hears a familiar knock on his front door. He smiles and nearly skips to open the door.
“Good afternoon,” Adam greets, holding up a bouquet of red roses in his right hand. His smile is bright, and his blue eyes are even brighter.
Kris beams at him. Flowers? Kris can’t recall the last time someone brought him flowers. It might be corny, but it’s sort of wonderful to him. He always thought that bringing someone flowers was a very sweet and affectionate gesture.
“Aren’t…you gonna take the flowers?” Adam nudges Kris’s chest with the roses, causing Kris to giggle.
“Of course.” Kris takes the beautiful roses from Adam and smells them. “Thank you so much, Adam. They’re so beautiful.”
Adam shrugs then smiles. “I’m glad that you like them.”
Kris leans against his door and gazes into Adam’s sparkling eyes. Kris is a little scared how fast he’s falling for him. The last time he fell too fast, it ended in disaster.
But, Adam seems different. He is different. He brought me flowers.
“So, uhm, Kris, we’re boyfriends now,” Adam states, breaking Kris’s light trance.
Kris chuckles. “Are we now?” He tries to ignore the way his heart flutters in his chest. Boyfriends.
“I’d think so. I mean, uhh, do you? I mean…you know. I would understand if you don’t want to.”
“No! I mean, yes. Yes, we can be boyfriends. I would really like that.”
Adam’s eyes light up and he pulls Kris into a warm hug. When they part, Adam looks straight into Kris’s eyes, keeping his hands resting on his waist. “So, does this mean we can have sex?”
Kris cracks up, nearly dropping the flowers, then instantly stops himself.
This is how Adam is, you shouldn’t laugh.
Kris clears his throat a few times to keep the laughs at bay. “Yes, eventually, we can….have sex.”
Adam’s smile is Kodak moment worthy. It looks of excitement and…pride.
“So, I’d invite you in, but my house is a mess.”
Adam’s dark eyebrows bunch together and he glances around Kris into his apartment, almost scanning. He looks back at Kris with a sure look in his eyes.
“It’s not a mess. Invite me in.”
“Demanding much?” Kris says with a laugh.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be demanding…Sometimes-"
“Adam! No, I was kidding. You aren’t demanding. Now get your hot ass in here.”
Kris makes a small mental note in his head to not use much sarcasm with Adam.
“Hot?”
Five minutes later, they’re making out on Kris’s small excuse for a couch. Hands tangle in soft hair and warm tongues dance together passionately. The sharp smacking sounds of their kisses echo off of Kris’s empty walls. Adam’s body is warm and soft on top of Kris’s and he is pretty sure he could do this all day.
Adam struggles to maneuver his long legs around as he attempts to straddle Kris. “Shit, ” Adam whispers. Kris giggles into Adam’s mouth.
“This would be easier on the floor,” Kris whispers when they pull away.
Adam immediately plops himself on the floor, making Kris shiver from the sudden lack of a warm body.
“Come down here,” Adam whines.
“Okay, okay.” Kris slides down from the couch right on top of Adam.
“Well, hello there,” Adam whispers wrapping his arms around Kris’s waist.
Kris feels a little something poking his thigh and he hides his giggle in Adam’s neck. He isn’t sure why he’s laughing. Boners aren’t funny.
“So are we gonna make out more, or cuddle? Cuz I really wanna make out more. It’s fun.”
“Mmmm…” Kris answers by licking and kissing his way up to Adam’s hot mouth.
Paring: Adam/Kris
Rating: Rish?
Warnings: None I am aware of.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kris or Adam. I do not own the film Adam and am only borrowing the plot. Don’t sue, this is all for fun.
Summary: Adam is a young man living in L.A suffering from Asperger syndrome. He soon falls for his new neighbor, Kris. Based on the movie, Adam. If you seen the movie I have tweaked the plot a bit and the ending. I am only using the basic plot. Not quite a WIP, but lingering on it.
Beta: the wonderful scorpio_15
Kris awakes to an earsplitting jingle erupting from his phone that’s…somewhere in his disaster of a living room. He doesn’t even know what time it is, he just knows its way too fucking early for anyone to be calling him. He rolls over on his couch in an attempt for sleep, but his phone just keeps ringing and ringing.
“Fuck you,” he mutters into his pillow. Whoever’s calling better be important.
With the liveliness of a zombie he gets up to search for his phone and ends up finding it mixed in with a box of kitchen utensils. He doesn’t even question it. He’s too tired to do that thing. What’s it called? Think? Yeah, that.
He looks at the caller ID to identify the little persistent mystery caller. It starts ringing loudly again.
“What the fuck do you want, Brad?” Kris answers with a heated tone. He isn’t always this grumpy in the morning but due to his tremendous lack of sleep and the unwanted wake up call, he is today.
“Awww, why are you so meaaan?” questions a half-giggly voice that reminds Kris of high school parties.
“It’s seven in the morning, asshole.”
“Oh! Yeah. The time change….I forget…”
“Brad, are you high?”
“Meeeeeeebbbbbeeeeeeeeeee.”
Kris snorts and rubs his face with his left hand. It’s times like these when he realizes how much he is going to miss home.
“Flyyyy me awaaayyy, on an aiiiir-oooo-plaanee. High in the skkyyy, wannaaa see you aagaaiiiin.”
Kris chokes out a laugh. “Brad, you need to learn to not call me when you’re high.”
“But….why?”
“Because…it’s annoying. I wanna go back to bed.”
“Mkay. Bye.”
The line goes dead and Kris shakes his head, giggling. He remembers all the times he would go to small parties with Brad and take a hit of a joint. He was always scared to get high, because each time he would take more then two hits and his mother’s voice would lecture him in his own head. That was probably his worst fear, getting in trouble. Kris laughs to himself. He is so different now. He isn’t scared of making choices like he used to.
Closing his phone he yawns and sets it on his shiny granite countertop. How little of a place it may be, Kris absolutely loves how nice and shiny his new apartment is. It isn’t in the greatest part of L.A., but he’s just so happy to have a place of his own.
~
Later that day, Kris is jamming all over his living room, from box to bookshelf, trying to get everything out of those dumb boxes. As he does so, his mind wanders off to Adam. The resent discovery of Adam’s condition had caused Kris to do endless research on Asperger’s Syndrome. The basic knowledge of what he learned from his research is that people with Asperger’s have trouble deciphering emotions and feelings and often feel apart from society. And, in usual causes, they become obsessed with one thing. This information makes Kris feel closer to Adam somehow. He knows that because of Adam’s condition being in a relationship is going to be difficult, but he feels it’s worth it. And, if it doesn’t work out, well, at least he tried?
Shoving the last book into his cherry wood bookshelf, Kris hears a familiar knock on his front door. He smiles and nearly skips to open the door.
“Good afternoon,” Adam greets, holding up a bouquet of red roses in his right hand. His smile is bright, and his blue eyes are even brighter.
Kris beams at him. Flowers? Kris can’t recall the last time someone brought him flowers. It might be corny, but it’s sort of wonderful to him. He always thought that bringing someone flowers was a very sweet and affectionate gesture.
“Aren’t…you gonna take the flowers?” Adam nudges Kris’s chest with the roses, causing Kris to giggle.
“Of course.” Kris takes the beautiful roses from Adam and smells them. “Thank you so much, Adam. They’re so beautiful.”
Adam shrugs then smiles. “I’m glad that you like them.”
Kris leans against his door and gazes into Adam’s sparkling eyes. Kris is a little scared how fast he’s falling for him. The last time he fell too fast, it ended in disaster.
But, Adam seems different. He is different. He brought me flowers.
“So, uhm, Kris, we’re boyfriends now,” Adam states, breaking Kris’s light trance.
Kris chuckles. “Are we now?” He tries to ignore the way his heart flutters in his chest. Boyfriends.
“I’d think so. I mean, uhh, do you? I mean…you know. I would understand if you don’t want to.”
“No! I mean, yes. Yes, we can be boyfriends. I would really like that.”
Adam’s eyes light up and he pulls Kris into a warm hug. When they part, Adam looks straight into Kris’s eyes, keeping his hands resting on his waist. “So, does this mean we can have sex?”
Kris cracks up, nearly dropping the flowers, then instantly stops himself.
This is how Adam is, you shouldn’t laugh.
Kris clears his throat a few times to keep the laughs at bay. “Yes, eventually, we can….have sex.”
Adam’s smile is Kodak moment worthy. It looks of excitement and…pride.
“So, I’d invite you in, but my house is a mess.”
Adam’s dark eyebrows bunch together and he glances around Kris into his apartment, almost scanning. He looks back at Kris with a sure look in his eyes.
“It’s not a mess. Invite me in.”
“Demanding much?” Kris says with a laugh.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be demanding…Sometimes-"
“Adam! No, I was kidding. You aren’t demanding. Now get your hot ass in here.”
Kris makes a small mental note in his head to not use much sarcasm with Adam.
“Hot?”
Five minutes later, they’re making out on Kris’s small excuse for a couch. Hands tangle in soft hair and warm tongues dance together passionately. The sharp smacking sounds of their kisses echo off of Kris’s empty walls. Adam’s body is warm and soft on top of Kris’s and he is pretty sure he could do this all day.
Adam struggles to maneuver his long legs around as he attempts to straddle Kris. “Shit, ” Adam whispers. Kris giggles into Adam’s mouth.
“This would be easier on the floor,” Kris whispers when they pull away.
Adam immediately plops himself on the floor, making Kris shiver from the sudden lack of a warm body.
“Come down here,” Adam whines.
“Okay, okay.” Kris slides down from the couch right on top of Adam.
“Well, hello there,” Adam whispers wrapping his arms around Kris’s waist.
Kris feels a little something poking his thigh and he hides his giggle in Adam’s neck. He isn’t sure why he’s laughing. Boners aren’t funny.
“So are we gonna make out more, or cuddle? Cuz I really wanna make out more. It’s fun.”
“Mmmm…” Kris answers by licking and kissing his way up to Adam’s hot mouth.