Light in His Darkness ~ Part 7
Title: Light in his Darkness ~ Part 7
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: WIP. Kris is a rehab therapist who finds himself falling for his student, a rock star lost in a world of darkness.
Warning: angst
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. I am not a rehab therapist; the information I share is from internet research and may or may not be accurate.
Again, it’s short but I have time now to post an update sooner. Please don’t hate me for the way I leave it.
Oh, you will def need tissues for this one :`(
Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/80872.html
Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81380.html
Part 3 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81579.html
Part 4 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81680.html
Part 5 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/82096.html
Part 6 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/82375.html
~~ ☼ ~~
Kris stretched his aching fingerss as he twisted his torso to see the bruise coming up on his shoulder. He’d never broken a door open before and if he’d had time to think about the consequences to his own body, he may have thought twice.
But there hadn’t been time to think.
Adam was in trouble on the other side and Kris needed to get to him.
Stepping back from the bathroom mirror, he peered into the other room. Adam was curled on his side atop Kris’ bed, a box of tissues clutched to his chest, a bottle of water on the nightstand and a garbage can within reach in case his stomach rolled again. Kris slipped his shirt on and changed into dry pants before shutting off the light and moving quietly towards his desk to make a report.
“You don’t have to tip toe … I’m awake,” a soft voice exclaimed.
“Right … I though for sure you’d be asleep. You must be exhausted,” Kris replied, taking a seat.
“I’m beyond tired but I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again.”
“You will.”
“I won’t if I’m going to keep dreaming like that.”
Kris set his paperwork aside and turned towards the other man.
“Talking about it would help.”
“You sound like my shrink.”
“I don’t have a diploma from Dr. Phil U. but I’ve got two ears and one strong shoulder to lean on. Give it a shot.”
Kris didn’t say another word. The offer had been made … it was up to Adam to accept it.
Moments passed, Kris’ eyes watching the man chew on those tempting freckled lips as he made up his mind. Gradually, Adam moved until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He set the box of tissue down but pulled one out and started twisting it as he opened up.
“When … when I woke up in the hospital … I didn’t remember what happened. The last thing I knew was walking across the set towards the camera when everything stopped … like someone pulled the plug on a movie. I heard voices around me … talking to me … words like ‘coma’ … ‘head injury’ … ‘neck fracture’ … I was so out of, it didn’t occur to me that my eyelids were open but everything was black.” The twisting of the tissue intensified, his face turned towards Kris. “I … I guess I was just so overwhelmed … in so much pain … when I finally realized I was b … blind … I went numb. The doctors, my family, my friends … they all tried to help … telling me at least I was alive. As far as I was concerned, my life was over.”
“Do you still feel that way?”
“Yes … no,” Adam shrugged, balling the twisted cord in his hand, “nothings been the same. Nothing is ever going to be the same. Everything I’ve known is gone.”
“Adam ….”
“It’s true Kris. Since I was a kid, all I wanted to do was perform.” Anger started piercing his words. “I can’t perform like this!”
“Yes, you can. There are others who….”
“I know all about other blind performers. And I know all about me!” He pounded his chest with an open hand. “I only know one way to perform. I thrive off the audience … SEEING them! The music flows through me … I need to dance … I can’t be static! If I move, I’m going to fall off the damn stage!”
Adam stood and stumbled over his own feet as that need to move coursed through him. Kris reached out to steady him and Adam jerked away, moving towards the middle of the room on his own.
“It won’t be easy Adam, but you can do it. Your family….”
“Don’t you dare talk about my family!” Kris was thankful Leila wasn’t on the firing line. “They treat me like a baby. My mother won’t let me do anything … my brother acts like I’ll shatter if makes one of his stupid jokes and since I left the hospital, my dad has only come by to see me twice and the last time was to tell my mother to institutionalize me!”
Kris couldn’t sit still any longer, getting up and moving slowly towards the other man so he didn’t spook him. Tears streaked down Adam’s cheeks as he let out all the hurt inside, oblivious to his teacher.
“My … my friends don’t visit anymore … can’t blame them … I told them to leave me alone. N-nothing was the same … it wasn’t easy anymore … the silences … the silences of not knowing what to say … it, it was like going deaf too,” he hiccupped, slowly sinking to the floor. “Peter left too … we were so happy … then … then … this happened. I remember hearing his voice … in the hospital … his hand … in mine and then his words and his touch … were gone. Mom … mom said he tried … but he couldn’t … he couldn’t handle it.” Adam’s breathing quickened as he fought to speak through the sobs. “I needed … him so bad … and he left me … I … I….”
Without giving any thought to crossing the lines of professionalism, Kris knelt beside the broken man and drew him close. Adam fell into his arms, clutching at his teacher as if he were the only thing anchoring him to the earth. Strong fingers dug into Kris’ back and though it hurt, it was nothing compared to the hurt Adam had been holding for so long. Kris rocked him gently, whispering he wasn’t alone and they were going to get through this together.
Exhaustion finally overtook the singer and Kris helped him to him feet and into bed. Tucked under the covers, Adam was asleep before Kris could say ‘sweet dreams’.
Back at his desk, Kris tried concentrating on the incident report he had to hand in to Lani at their morning meeting but he couldn’t. As the words on the page started blurring, he disappeared back into the bathroom, closed the door, sat on the closed toilet seat and let his own tears flow. Seeing Adam suffer was stirring feelings in him he hadn’t experienced in a long time and he definitely shouldn’t be feeling them for his student. A touch on the arm … a pat on the back … that was allowed. Holding him close to his body … burying his nose into that silken hair and breathing in all that made the man wondrous … was wrong.
He thought about talking to Lani then changed his mind. She was his friend but she was also his supervisor and although she’d hate to do it, she’d insist that he was getting too close and that he should pass Adam on to another therapist.
Kris just couldn’t do that.
The only answer left was to keep his distance.
After splashing cold water on his face, he strode back to his desk and filled out the report, purposely ignoring the sweet sound of Adam calm, steady breathing. Once he finished, he carefully removed the second pillow from the bed and the extra blanket from the bottom then shut off the light, settling on the couch for the rest of the night.
~~ ☼ ~~
A voice … calling out … drew Kris out of the fitful sleep he’d fallen into. Nearly rolling off the couch, he looked towards the bed. Adam was tossing in his sleep and Kris instinctively got up to awaken him before it got worse. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down, gently touching Adam’s shoulders and calling his name.
Suddenly, he was on his back, on the other side of the bed, and Adam was kissing him deeply. At first, Kris tried pushing him off then just gave in to the pleasure. His tongue danced with the singer’s and a groan slipped out as a large hand slipped beneath his waistband and cupped his groin, palming him slowly.
Their mouths separated and Adam licked along his jaw, latching onto his neck and shoulder, leaving a line of marks. Kris let his own hands travel under Adam’s shirt, over the soft skin. The large hand then circled Kris’ cock, jacking and twisting him. Kris gasped and leaned his body into the seduction. Too quickly, he felt a tightening in his core and came hard, all over Adam’s hand and his own shirt.
“My boy,” Adam slowly, seductively whispered.
Kris could only pant, “Y-yes.”
Then as quickly as the kissing and fondling had started, Adam’s head and hand became heavy and still. The room was dark but Kris could tell Adam had fallen asleep again.
Had it just been a dream?
“Adam?” Kris asked, settling a hand over Adam’s … the one that still held loosely to his softened member.
“Mmmm,” the man purred drowsily, “I love you ….”
Kris stopped breathing.
“… Peter.”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: WIP. Kris is a rehab therapist who finds himself falling for his student, a rock star lost in a world of darkness.
Warning: angst
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. I am not a rehab therapist; the information I share is from internet research and may or may not be accurate.
Again, it’s short but I have time now to post an update sooner. Please don’t hate me for the way I leave it.
Oh, you will def need tissues for this one :`(
Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/80872.html
Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81380.html
Part 3 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81579.html
Part 4 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/81680.html
Part 5 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/82096.html
Part 6 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/82375.html
~~ ☼ ~~
Kris stretched his aching fingerss as he twisted his torso to see the bruise coming up on his shoulder. He’d never broken a door open before and if he’d had time to think about the consequences to his own body, he may have thought twice.
But there hadn’t been time to think.
Adam was in trouble on the other side and Kris needed to get to him.
Stepping back from the bathroom mirror, he peered into the other room. Adam was curled on his side atop Kris’ bed, a box of tissues clutched to his chest, a bottle of water on the nightstand and a garbage can within reach in case his stomach rolled again. Kris slipped his shirt on and changed into dry pants before shutting off the light and moving quietly towards his desk to make a report.
“You don’t have to tip toe … I’m awake,” a soft voice exclaimed.
“Right … I though for sure you’d be asleep. You must be exhausted,” Kris replied, taking a seat.
“I’m beyond tired but I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again.”
“You will.”
“I won’t if I’m going to keep dreaming like that.”
Kris set his paperwork aside and turned towards the other man.
“Talking about it would help.”
“You sound like my shrink.”
“I don’t have a diploma from Dr. Phil U. but I’ve got two ears and one strong shoulder to lean on. Give it a shot.”
Kris didn’t say another word. The offer had been made … it was up to Adam to accept it.
Moments passed, Kris’ eyes watching the man chew on those tempting freckled lips as he made up his mind. Gradually, Adam moved until he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He set the box of tissue down but pulled one out and started twisting it as he opened up.
“When … when I woke up in the hospital … I didn’t remember what happened. The last thing I knew was walking across the set towards the camera when everything stopped … like someone pulled the plug on a movie. I heard voices around me … talking to me … words like ‘coma’ … ‘head injury’ … ‘neck fracture’ … I was so out of, it didn’t occur to me that my eyelids were open but everything was black.” The twisting of the tissue intensified, his face turned towards Kris. “I … I guess I was just so overwhelmed … in so much pain … when I finally realized I was b … blind … I went numb. The doctors, my family, my friends … they all tried to help … telling me at least I was alive. As far as I was concerned, my life was over.”
“Do you still feel that way?”
“Yes … no,” Adam shrugged, balling the twisted cord in his hand, “nothings been the same. Nothing is ever going to be the same. Everything I’ve known is gone.”
“Adam ….”
“It’s true Kris. Since I was a kid, all I wanted to do was perform.” Anger started piercing his words. “I can’t perform like this!”
“Yes, you can. There are others who….”
“I know all about other blind performers. And I know all about me!” He pounded his chest with an open hand. “I only know one way to perform. I thrive off the audience … SEEING them! The music flows through me … I need to dance … I can’t be static! If I move, I’m going to fall off the damn stage!”
Adam stood and stumbled over his own feet as that need to move coursed through him. Kris reached out to steady him and Adam jerked away, moving towards the middle of the room on his own.
“It won’t be easy Adam, but you can do it. Your family….”
“Don’t you dare talk about my family!” Kris was thankful Leila wasn’t on the firing line. “They treat me like a baby. My mother won’t let me do anything … my brother acts like I’ll shatter if makes one of his stupid jokes and since I left the hospital, my dad has only come by to see me twice and the last time was to tell my mother to institutionalize me!”
Kris couldn’t sit still any longer, getting up and moving slowly towards the other man so he didn’t spook him. Tears streaked down Adam’s cheeks as he let out all the hurt inside, oblivious to his teacher.
“My … my friends don’t visit anymore … can’t blame them … I told them to leave me alone. N-nothing was the same … it wasn’t easy anymore … the silences … the silences of not knowing what to say … it, it was like going deaf too,” he hiccupped, slowly sinking to the floor. “Peter left too … we were so happy … then … then … this happened. I remember hearing his voice … in the hospital … his hand … in mine and then his words and his touch … were gone. Mom … mom said he tried … but he couldn’t … he couldn’t handle it.” Adam’s breathing quickened as he fought to speak through the sobs. “I needed … him so bad … and he left me … I … I….”
Without giving any thought to crossing the lines of professionalism, Kris knelt beside the broken man and drew him close. Adam fell into his arms, clutching at his teacher as if he were the only thing anchoring him to the earth. Strong fingers dug into Kris’ back and though it hurt, it was nothing compared to the hurt Adam had been holding for so long. Kris rocked him gently, whispering he wasn’t alone and they were going to get through this together.
Exhaustion finally overtook the singer and Kris helped him to him feet and into bed. Tucked under the covers, Adam was asleep before Kris could say ‘sweet dreams’.
Back at his desk, Kris tried concentrating on the incident report he had to hand in to Lani at their morning meeting but he couldn’t. As the words on the page started blurring, he disappeared back into the bathroom, closed the door, sat on the closed toilet seat and let his own tears flow. Seeing Adam suffer was stirring feelings in him he hadn’t experienced in a long time and he definitely shouldn’t be feeling them for his student. A touch on the arm … a pat on the back … that was allowed. Holding him close to his body … burying his nose into that silken hair and breathing in all that made the man wondrous … was wrong.
He thought about talking to Lani then changed his mind. She was his friend but she was also his supervisor and although she’d hate to do it, she’d insist that he was getting too close and that he should pass Adam on to another therapist.
Kris just couldn’t do that.
The only answer left was to keep his distance.
After splashing cold water on his face, he strode back to his desk and filled out the report, purposely ignoring the sweet sound of Adam calm, steady breathing. Once he finished, he carefully removed the second pillow from the bed and the extra blanket from the bottom then shut off the light, settling on the couch for the rest of the night.
~~ ☼ ~~
A voice … calling out … drew Kris out of the fitful sleep he’d fallen into. Nearly rolling off the couch, he looked towards the bed. Adam was tossing in his sleep and Kris instinctively got up to awaken him before it got worse. He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down, gently touching Adam’s shoulders and calling his name.
Suddenly, he was on his back, on the other side of the bed, and Adam was kissing him deeply. At first, Kris tried pushing him off then just gave in to the pleasure. His tongue danced with the singer’s and a groan slipped out as a large hand slipped beneath his waistband and cupped his groin, palming him slowly.
Their mouths separated and Adam licked along his jaw, latching onto his neck and shoulder, leaving a line of marks. Kris let his own hands travel under Adam’s shirt, over the soft skin. The large hand then circled Kris’ cock, jacking and twisting him. Kris gasped and leaned his body into the seduction. Too quickly, he felt a tightening in his core and came hard, all over Adam’s hand and his own shirt.
“My boy,” Adam slowly, seductively whispered.
Kris could only pant, “Y-yes.”
Then as quickly as the kissing and fondling had started, Adam’s head and hand became heavy and still. The room was dark but Kris could tell Adam had fallen asleep again.
Had it just been a dream?
“Adam?” Kris asked, settling a hand over Adam’s … the one that still held loosely to his softened member.
“Mmmm,” the man purred drowsily, “I love you ….”
Kris stopped breathing.
“… Peter.”