Making a Difference
Title: Making a Difference
Series: A Year in the Life
Date: Oct. 27th - Make a Difference Day
author: cunningdeb
Rating: G
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: The family volunteers at a local Habitat for Humanity build.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction.
Part of my Allen-Lambert Universe. Hannah is 11 years old, Joshua is 5 years old.
~~*~~
“Nope…it’s hopeless.” Adam closed his walk-in closet doors. “I’m just gonna have to go shopping.”
Kris opened the doors again and disappeared inside, swallowed alive by Adam’s vast wardrobe, his voice echoing in the chamber. “There has to be something in here you can wear. I know you have some old stuff.” Kris’ stuck his arm out, holding a t-shirt. “What about this old Queen shirt. You’ve had it since Idol.”
Adam gasped and grabbed his beloved shirt, holding it tight to his heart. “My God Kris, how long have you known me?” he demanded, truly offended. “I don’t own old clothes, I own VINTAGE clothes! You don’t undertake something like this in vintage clothes!”
Giving up, the smaller man emerged, head hanging low. He tried to appear contrite but he was really hiding the smile plastered on his face. “I must have lost my mind. Forgive me.”
“That’s better.” Adam folded his shirt back up neatly and set it back on its shelf. “Like I said, I have to go shopping. Wanna come?”
“Yes - but not with you. I have boots to pick up.”
“Right, I forgot. Well, can we at least walk out together?”
Kris offered an arm to his husband. “Nothing I’d love more.”
~~*~~
“Adam! Hurry up, we’re going to be late!”
It was early Saturday morning and Kris waited in the foyer with the rest of the family. The kids’ school was participating in a large building project with Habitat for Humanity and they were all gathering at the site. Habitat had bought several lots of property to build a neighborhood on; the adults were helping with several houses and the kids were learning more about the organization and volunteering.
It was 7am and they had to be on site by 8am for a full day, ending at 3pm. Habitat didn’t require its volunteers to have experience, just a willingness to learn and work hard. The entire family was dressed down in old clothes. The kids would be off with their grades having fun, Mrs. Willowby, with her assistants, had prepared sandwiches for 25 people - assembly line style - and the two men were going to be doing construction.
Kris had had experience on his missions with building but he was ashamed to say, he hadn’t give Adam enough credit. When the information sheet came home, Kris was sure Adam would try to get out of it but he signed his name on the line before Kris did. He had completely forgotten that during Adam’s early theater career, he’d helped build and decorate sets. Adam was no stranger to a hammer and saw - they’d just lost touch and needed to get reacquainted.
“Adam!”
“Coming!”
Kris double checked that they had everything. The food was in the car and they had everything they were required to take along - volunteer information packets, sturdy boots, water bottles, hats and sunglasses. The hard hats, gloves and tools were being provided for them.
He gazed at his watch again. “Ad-!”
“Sheesh, you’re worse than a video director. Enough already.” Adam came running down the stairs and everyone stared. “What? Don’t I look alright?”
Adam turned, looking himself over. He always dressed for the occasion and this occasion called for, well this. He’d gone to a second hand store and got a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt. He didn’t style his hair or wear any makeup, aside from some guyliner left over from yesterday which was a carryover from the night before.
Kris took Adam’s hand and turned it over, looking extremely close at the bare nails. Adam ruffled his husband’s brown scruff. “So I didn’t want my nail polish chipped; sue me.”
The adults laughed and the kids looked confused. Adam picked up Joshie. “So, what do think?”
“I don’t like it.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I don’t like it when you’re normal.”
Adam gave him a big wet kiss. “Well, I think you can handle it for one day. Stop standing around Kris,” he declared, walking out into the driveway. “We don’t want to be late.”
Adam smirked, Mrs. Willowby rolled her eyes and Kris just gave up.
~~*~~
When they got to the build site, Mrs. Willowby took the kids to their school groups before going to help out with the refreshment tent. Adam and Kris joined the other parents and got their assignments. Kris was going to help frame interior walls and Adam was going to be in another house laying floor. As they separated, they kissed quickly and followed their crews.
Everyone had fun over the next few hours but they also accomplished a lot. Kris continued framing and when Adam had been done with the floors, he climbed on top of a roof and started passing packages of shingles.
The next time they family got together was for lunch. Adam’s sweatshirt was soaked and someone passed him a Habitat t-shirt. He changed quickly, laughing to himself at the surprised looks he got from people around them. They must have lived pretty sheltered lives if they were so easily shocked and amused by nipple rings.
One parent, a rather conservative looking woman approached him and commented softly, “You’re really brave. I gave up after I had the first one done.”
During their hour rest, they talked to the kids about their morning and fielded pleas to take them up on the roof. Half an hour into their break, the two men went for a walk, checking out the site. Low income housing was desperately needed in Los Angeles, as well as the rest of the world. Kris had wanted to do something like this for a long time, even secretly harboring a wish to be on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition as a celebrity volunteer. It felt good to be giving back after all he’d been given.
Break time was over and they went back to their jobs. Kris was now installing windows and Adam was still up on the roof. Other volunteers came around with water, handing it out or in Adam’s case, tossing it up on the roof. Before they knew it, the workday was up and everyone was gathering for a get together before heading the home.
The children had displayed the signs they made and all the volunteers lined up to paint their hands and leave a print on the banners. They looked over the scrapbooks that contained photos and drawings and letters showing and telling the story of the build. They all got together for a group photo and the families who had already been approved to purchase these homes had a chance to tell everyone how much they appreciated the love and support they gave out. They made their promise to bring it forward and help others whenever they could.
Gathering up their things, the Allen-Lambert’s headed home, feeling accomplished and really, really good.
~~*~~
Later that night, after washing up and devouring nearly every scrap of food in the kitchen, the kids were tucked into bed, still excited about their day but promising to stay put until they fell asleep. Mrs. Willowby retired to her room and the boys decompressed in their bedroom.
Kris was in his briefs, stretched out on his stomach as Adam straddled his thighs. He moaned as the large hands rubbed him, massaging the aching muscles in his back and working in the stinky rub. Not very sexy but very necessary.
The hand action slowed down until it came to a halt.
He waited patiently for 30 seconds before twisting his torso so he could see Adam. His husband was looking past him at the TV screen. Kris paid attention for the first time at what was on the screen. Adam had tuned in to a home makeover show and was watching a roof being put on.
Kris cleared his throat.
Adam started rubbing again but his eyes stayed glued to the TV. “Sorry baby, today just gave me a new perspective.”
The smaller man rested his face into the mattress and nodded, telling Adam to move his hands down a little.
“It felt really good. I forgot how much I had enjoyed doing that.”
“Massaging me?” Kris mumbled.
Adam pinched his butt cheek. Kris was too tired to yelp so he weakly swatted him. “No, building something.”
“I’m not surprised. You’re creative and making something out of wood can be as creative as writing a song or developing a music video.”
“Just wish I’d thought of that earlier.”
“Why?”
“Then I wouldn’t have turned down Ty when he called about doing his show.”
Series: A Year in the Life
Date: Oct. 27th - Make a Difference Day
author: cunningdeb
Rating: G
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: The family volunteers at a local Habitat for Humanity build.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction.
Part of my Allen-Lambert Universe. Hannah is 11 years old, Joshua is 5 years old.
~~*~~
“Nope…it’s hopeless.” Adam closed his walk-in closet doors. “I’m just gonna have to go shopping.”
Kris opened the doors again and disappeared inside, swallowed alive by Adam’s vast wardrobe, his voice echoing in the chamber. “There has to be something in here you can wear. I know you have some old stuff.” Kris’ stuck his arm out, holding a t-shirt. “What about this old Queen shirt. You’ve had it since Idol.”
Adam gasped and grabbed his beloved shirt, holding it tight to his heart. “My God Kris, how long have you known me?” he demanded, truly offended. “I don’t own old clothes, I own VINTAGE clothes! You don’t undertake something like this in vintage clothes!”
Giving up, the smaller man emerged, head hanging low. He tried to appear contrite but he was really hiding the smile plastered on his face. “I must have lost my mind. Forgive me.”
“That’s better.” Adam folded his shirt back up neatly and set it back on its shelf. “Like I said, I have to go shopping. Wanna come?”
“Yes - but not with you. I have boots to pick up.”
“Right, I forgot. Well, can we at least walk out together?”
Kris offered an arm to his husband. “Nothing I’d love more.”
~~*~~
“Adam! Hurry up, we’re going to be late!”
It was early Saturday morning and Kris waited in the foyer with the rest of the family. The kids’ school was participating in a large building project with Habitat for Humanity and they were all gathering at the site. Habitat had bought several lots of property to build a neighborhood on; the adults were helping with several houses and the kids were learning more about the organization and volunteering.
It was 7am and they had to be on site by 8am for a full day, ending at 3pm. Habitat didn’t require its volunteers to have experience, just a willingness to learn and work hard. The entire family was dressed down in old clothes. The kids would be off with their grades having fun, Mrs. Willowby, with her assistants, had prepared sandwiches for 25 people - assembly line style - and the two men were going to be doing construction.
Kris had had experience on his missions with building but he was ashamed to say, he hadn’t give Adam enough credit. When the information sheet came home, Kris was sure Adam would try to get out of it but he signed his name on the line before Kris did. He had completely forgotten that during Adam’s early theater career, he’d helped build and decorate sets. Adam was no stranger to a hammer and saw - they’d just lost touch and needed to get reacquainted.
“Adam!”
“Coming!”
Kris double checked that they had everything. The food was in the car and they had everything they were required to take along - volunteer information packets, sturdy boots, water bottles, hats and sunglasses. The hard hats, gloves and tools were being provided for them.
He gazed at his watch again. “Ad-!”
“Sheesh, you’re worse than a video director. Enough already.” Adam came running down the stairs and everyone stared. “What? Don’t I look alright?”
Adam turned, looking himself over. He always dressed for the occasion and this occasion called for, well this. He’d gone to a second hand store and got a pair of old jeans and a sweatshirt. He didn’t style his hair or wear any makeup, aside from some guyliner left over from yesterday which was a carryover from the night before.
Kris took Adam’s hand and turned it over, looking extremely close at the bare nails. Adam ruffled his husband’s brown scruff. “So I didn’t want my nail polish chipped; sue me.”
The adults laughed and the kids looked confused. Adam picked up Joshie. “So, what do think?”
“I don’t like it.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I don’t like it when you’re normal.”
Adam gave him a big wet kiss. “Well, I think you can handle it for one day. Stop standing around Kris,” he declared, walking out into the driveway. “We don’t want to be late.”
Adam smirked, Mrs. Willowby rolled her eyes and Kris just gave up.
~~*~~
When they got to the build site, Mrs. Willowby took the kids to their school groups before going to help out with the refreshment tent. Adam and Kris joined the other parents and got their assignments. Kris was going to help frame interior walls and Adam was going to be in another house laying floor. As they separated, they kissed quickly and followed their crews.
Everyone had fun over the next few hours but they also accomplished a lot. Kris continued framing and when Adam had been done with the floors, he climbed on top of a roof and started passing packages of shingles.
The next time they family got together was for lunch. Adam’s sweatshirt was soaked and someone passed him a Habitat t-shirt. He changed quickly, laughing to himself at the surprised looks he got from people around them. They must have lived pretty sheltered lives if they were so easily shocked and amused by nipple rings.
One parent, a rather conservative looking woman approached him and commented softly, “You’re really brave. I gave up after I had the first one done.”
During their hour rest, they talked to the kids about their morning and fielded pleas to take them up on the roof. Half an hour into their break, the two men went for a walk, checking out the site. Low income housing was desperately needed in Los Angeles, as well as the rest of the world. Kris had wanted to do something like this for a long time, even secretly harboring a wish to be on Extreme Makeover: Home Edition as a celebrity volunteer. It felt good to be giving back after all he’d been given.
Break time was over and they went back to their jobs. Kris was now installing windows and Adam was still up on the roof. Other volunteers came around with water, handing it out or in Adam’s case, tossing it up on the roof. Before they knew it, the workday was up and everyone was gathering for a get together before heading the home.
The children had displayed the signs they made and all the volunteers lined up to paint their hands and leave a print on the banners. They looked over the scrapbooks that contained photos and drawings and letters showing and telling the story of the build. They all got together for a group photo and the families who had already been approved to purchase these homes had a chance to tell everyone how much they appreciated the love and support they gave out. They made their promise to bring it forward and help others whenever they could.
Gathering up their things, the Allen-Lambert’s headed home, feeling accomplished and really, really good.
~~*~~
Later that night, after washing up and devouring nearly every scrap of food in the kitchen, the kids were tucked into bed, still excited about their day but promising to stay put until they fell asleep. Mrs. Willowby retired to her room and the boys decompressed in their bedroom.
Kris was in his briefs, stretched out on his stomach as Adam straddled his thighs. He moaned as the large hands rubbed him, massaging the aching muscles in his back and working in the stinky rub. Not very sexy but very necessary.
The hand action slowed down until it came to a halt.
He waited patiently for 30 seconds before twisting his torso so he could see Adam. His husband was looking past him at the TV screen. Kris paid attention for the first time at what was on the screen. Adam had tuned in to a home makeover show and was watching a roof being put on.
Kris cleared his throat.
Adam started rubbing again but his eyes stayed glued to the TV. “Sorry baby, today just gave me a new perspective.”
The smaller man rested his face into the mattress and nodded, telling Adam to move his hands down a little.
“It felt really good. I forgot how much I had enjoyed doing that.”
“Massaging me?” Kris mumbled.
Adam pinched his butt cheek. Kris was too tired to yelp so he weakly swatted him. “No, building something.”
“I’m not surprised. You’re creative and making something out of wood can be as creative as writing a song or developing a music video.”
“Just wish I’d thought of that earlier.”
“Why?”
“Then I wouldn’t have turned down Ty when he called about doing his show.”