Too Nice For Your Own Good [3/3]

[kiri_no_yami]

Title: Too Nice For Your Own Good
Pairing: Kradam
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3038 for this chapter; about 15 K for entire fic
Summary: AU in which Adam is a desperate kidnapper, who needs three hundred million dollars by the end of the week. What better way to get that money than by kidnapping Kris, who happens to be the boyfriend of a mafia boss? Except things don't quite turn out as he plans...
Disclaimer: I do not own these people, and this is only fiction - which means NOT TRUE.
Beta: None. All mistakes my own. -.- I'm new to LJ so I don't really know how the whole beta thing works, maybe tell me how in the comments?
Author's Note: Sorry for the late update! For all those ppl waiting for the happy ending, it's coming in the epilogue! Or is it? Dun dun dun... >.<"' (that's my inner lameness at work right there)

First chapter found here: kiri-no-yami.livejournal.com/1579.html#cutid1
Chap 2A: kiri-no-yami.livejournal.com/1825.html
Chap 2B: kiri-no-yami.livejournal.com/2303.html


Day 6

It felt as if the more Adam tried to cling onto the time left that he had with Kris, the faster it was determined to slip through his fingers. They had been together for so short a time, and Adam desperately, desperately wanted to learn more about Kris. To embrace him more, to hear his laugh more. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with him.

But, unless Adam really was willing to live with a lie for the rest of his life, they only had two more fucking days.

Adam hated the sound of the clock ticking more than ever right then.

He could sense a little bit of confusion coming off from Kris, because he was being a little bit too clingy; fortunately though, Kris shrugged it off as him being all happy about their newly established relationship. If they even had one.

It was so damn hard to tell when it came to Kris Allen. Adam felt like he loved the man more than anything in the goddamn world, but when he actually heard the words coming back in that angelic voice with a southern twang, he felt like it couldn’t possibly be true. At the same time, he felt so compelled to believe it. Maybe, just maybe, if he could fall head over heals for Kris in a week, then Kris could - and had - done the same for him.

Get a hold on yourself Lambert, Adam thought, as he slowly caressed Kris’ thigh and leaned in closer for a heated kiss, stick to reality.

And the reality was that ripping the goddamn cheque had been a stupid move. Love had blinded him and short-circuited his brains just then, violently kicking years of good matter-of-fact analytical business sense to the curb. Now, Adam was seriously regretting it.

If he had the money, he could at least fix his business problems, create a new life for himself and then try to get back together with Kris. Or, if that didn’t work out, live the rest of his life as a heartbroken hermit. Whatever.

Now, he conscience wasn’t going to let him keep Kris, or the family business. He felt like life had just bitch slapped him… Twice. In other words, it sucked.

He was going to have to leave the country, and god knows he wouldn’t be able to come back for fear of the organization finding him. He was going to have to hide for at least three years minimum before returning to America, that is, if he valued his life. Adam sighed. In three years, he’d probably only be a passing memory for Kris, in the epic love story that belonged to him and M.G.

Then, when Kris pouted in that completely innocent and adorable way of his, moving so that he was pretty much straddling Adam, Adam decided that the calculations and planning about his future could wait. Or at the very least, it couldn’t wait, but he was choosing not to think about it right now anyways and focus instead on eliciting another sinful moan from those lips.

“Are you hiding something from me, Adam?” Kris asked, concerned, “You seem awfully distracted.”

It wasn’t Kris’ problem, and more importantly, Adam wasn’t quite ready to reveal M.G’s still-existing love for Kris, so Adam replied, “Just thinking about how beautiful you are, baby.”

Kris chuckled, deep and throaty. Adam gulped.

“You know that first day when I saw you, I was actually real down and stuff. Me and Ma-” Kris’ eyes bulged wide, then coughed twice, “uh, M.G. hah ha,” Adam pretended he didn’t hear that almost-slip. It meant that Kris was growing to trust him more. He wasn’t quite sure how exactly that made him feel. “had been growing kind of distant, and I didn’t think I had another shot at love anymore, ‘cause you know, we’d just been together so long and shit, that it would probably just be awkward with anyone else. But then you showed up,” His mouth twisted into a somewhat sheepish expression, “and I started shamelessly flirting.”

Adam raised an eyebrow, “Yeah, sorry about the y’know, whole back-alley kidnapping thing and all that jazz. It must’ve been a pain for you.”

Kris shrugged nonchalantly, “Without that chop from Brad, I never would have gotten to known you better.”

“Aw, you can’t expect this cuddling session to stay platonic after that comment, can you?” Adam asked into Kris’ neck.

“No. I was actually kind of wondering when you were going to make your move.”

“Aw shucks, babe, all you had to do was ask.” They were on a couch, just cuddling and speaking about everything and nothing in particular. It certainly didn’t take long for them to get over to the bedroom and strip down. The anticipation for this had been building for almost an hour now, and there was the exciting buzz of sexual tension in the air as both men stripped each other.

Drawing circles on Kris’ abdomen, Adam lightly kissed the other man’s stubble. It tickled. “Kris.” Adam had to admit that the way he said the other’s name sounded absolutely pathetic - a drowning man hanging onto a lifeboat.

All of a sudden, it seemed as if both their needs were too great to resist any longer and Adam practically tackled Kris to the bed, not that the other man was resisting. In fact, Kris started massaging Adam’s lower back in a way that was really turning him on.

Adam trailed wet sloppy kisses down the side of Kris’ jaw, and then to the base of his neck. With careful precision, he licked the tender flesh, and began to suck on it. Kris, realizing what Adam was doing, hissed and started panting. When Adam finished, his lips popping off the now-reddening mark he’d left on Kris, Kris was blushing from head to toe like a virgin. If Adam had knew Kris had this kind of response to hickies, he’d have given the man a lot more earlier. No matter, with this new discovery that Kris liked to be marked as much, if not more, than Adam liked marking him, Adam was looking forward to the night… And marking some other, more sensitive areas.

“Seriously? Hard already?”

Kris growled, but in a completely playful manner and grinded up against Adam in a way that was too damn irresistible for his own good. “Speak for yourself.”

Adam didn’t waste any time after that, quickly preparing Kris with lube, letting Kris put the condom on his cock, whispering the entire time, “You’re so hot, Kris - I just want to taste you, drink you all up.”

Kris shuddered against Adam’s bare skin, his nails digging slightly into the older man’s back. Adam didn’t mind in the least though, he preferred sex with a little pain, just to keep himself grounded, to keep things real. And right now, things did not feel very real. He felt like he was on some kind of love drug, or aphrodisiac, because everything about Kris was just so arousing, so perfect. So addictive.

Then, just as he twisted his two fingers, hitting the sweet spot that caused Kris to bang his head against the backboard, Adam head also started bobbing down Kris’ hard, throbbing length.

“A-Adam… P-please, I want you in me. Now.” Through heavy breathing, Kris begged and pleaded, his want so uncontrollable that it was practically tangible. The electric buzzing in Adam’s ears seemed to intensify and Adam of course, obliged.

He was surrounded, completely swallowed up by Kris, the other man’s scent assaulting his nostrils. The only sounds that reverberated throughout the room was the slap of skin against skin and incoherent grunting.

Adam didn’t even get a chance to warn Kris, the coiling in his stomach coming and going so fast that he didn’t realize until a full minute after his head had floated up to heaven and dropped back down again that he’d ejaculated, before his partner.

Bad.

He hoped he made up for it though, with what he tried to make the best blow job he’d ever given. Even with his bones feeling like jello and his sweat and other bodily fluids sticking his body to the sheets, Adam somehow mustered enough energy. He was angry with himself for ruining this memory for them, tainting the possibly last time he’d have sex with Kris (depending on how they felt later on in the night… Though Adam was trying not to think about it too much, in case he was disappointed) with something as stupid as a premature ejaculation.

“Aw, Adam, don’t look all upset,” Kris curled his fingers under Adam’s chin and tilted it just so sapphire eyes met caramel ones, “I love you,” he whispered, a little shyly.

Adam didn’t know what to say to that, and what truly made him love Kris was that he didn’t have to say anything. It was all good. All perfect just the way it was. Kris was like that - capable of making Adam feel okay no matter what horrible shit he did. Adam wasn’t really sure if that was a good quality in the younger man or not, considering all the horrible shit he’d done to Kris and the good deal he could have done if he’d been anyone else.

In comfortable silence, they lay there, catching their breaths, Kris snuggling into the little nook between Adam’s chest and neck that he enjoyed using as a pillow so much.

All of his energy spent, Kris quickly fell into a light slumber.

Adam feathered light touches atop Kris’ slightly sweaty forehead, trailing down his cheekbones. There was so much on his mind, and yet so little at the same time. How to keep Kris? Running out of time. And yet he couldn’t help but want to waste some more precious seconds just like this, lying next to the one person he wanted so badly to be his soul mate.

Why did fate have to be so cruel?

“I love you, Kris.” Adam whispered into the dark of night, raw emotion finding its way into his voice. There was no answer though.

In the eight years of hell he’d gone through, he’d never shed a single tear. Now, everything was just so overwhelming and Adam found something wet trickle down his cheek as he closed his eyes, wanting to freeze this moment for eternity. This possibility of a life that would never be his.

Day 7

“Hey Kris. I’ve got a surprise for you today!” Adam said with a forced grin. It was time to say goodbye. Obviously, he still wasn’t ready to let go, but there was little choice in the matter. Kris would be safer here, he’d have a better life with M.G. and more importantly, Adam still found himself doubting how such a perfect, beautiful man like Kris Allen could possibly fall for his kidnapper. Probably Stockholm syndrome or some other shit like that; Kris would forget him soon enough once he was reunited with his rich, powerful, but still caring (apparently) boyfriend and Adam vanished.

“Hm, really?” Kris drawled, raising an eyebrow.

Adam giggled, “Oh my gosh, you totally learned the sexy eyebrow thing from me!”

“Huh. That’s funny. My eyebrow and I weren’t even trying to be sexy.”

Adam tugged on Kris’ arm insistently and got the man into his shoes and out the door. Kris looked… Perplexed. Of course he would be - Adam was taking him outside. Outside, where he hadn’t been in about a week! “Well then, I guess it’s just a natural state for you to be in.”

“Okay man, thanks for the compliments and all, but you need to stop avoiding the subject. What surprise?”

“It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I told you, would it?”

“No, I suppose it wouldn’t. But won’t you tell anyways?”

Adam caved in after another minute of walking and unending questions. He hadn’t planned on keeping it a secret from Kris the whole way anyhow. Sooner or later, the man would begin to recognize the familiar streets, “I’m going to treat you to that cup of coffee we never got.”

Kris’ grip on his hand tightened just then. It was brief, almost imperceptible, but Adam knew it had been there. He wondered briefly what it was that had caused Kris to perform the action. Some sort of sixth-sense? Was Kris already beginning to suspect that this wasn’t just a simple casual excursion, but would in fact be their last time together?

Adam decided that it didn’t matter if Kris knew. His decision was made and it wasn’t going to be changed.

Kris deserved better.

They chatted about light subjects on their way, bantering back and forth. They kept on coming back to the subject of music, something both of them were utterly fascinated with. Surprisingly enough, despite Adam’s lack of talent in anything instrumental, they had similar taste - another cruel working of the creator of the universe, who never seemed to get tired of making Kris so goddamn perfect and… Unavailable.

“Adam, you don’t know how touched I am that you actually decided to buy me coffee.” Kris beamed.

Deciding that Kris’ smile would never get old, Adam replied, somewhat wistfully, “Well, I’m poor, but not that poor.”

Kris’ pause was so subtle, it almost wasn’t there, but like the thing with the grip, Adam was one hundred percent certain it wasn’t his imagination, “Heck, that’s not what I meant.”

“I know it’s not, hon. I’m surprised at myself for how guilty I am just from cheating you out of a free drink.” And they were back to talking like they’d known each other for the most part of their lives instead of for a short week. Then again, the week had felt far too long, with enough angst, love, and tragedy in it to last Adam for a good while.

An Espresso and a Cappuccino later, Kris and Adam both went to the men’s room to answer nature’s call.

Just as Kris turned to go back outside again, Adam pushed him into a stall and kissed him passionately. “Uh d-dude, public place?” The “place” part of that question was asked in a voice on a complete other pitch, because Adam had started rubbing Kris down south.

Adam growled, “Don’t care,” as he pressed a leg between Kris’ legs and backed him into a wall. He then proceeded to kiss the other man passionately. This was it.

This was the end.

He was pretty sure something about his kiss was off, was practically screaming I don’t want to let you go, damn it, but Adam didn’t care. Maybe some sick, twisted part of him still yearned for him and Kris to eventually end up with a future. Together.

As if.

But he couldn’t stop himself from wanting what he wanted. And right now, he wanted so bad for Kris to be just as in love with him as he was in love with the other man. He wanted Kris to remember him for five years, somehow just throw his relationship with M.G. out the window and wait for Adam’s return. Adam couldn’t help but hate himself for the illogical want. If you loved someone, shouldn’t you want them to be happy, regardless of who they ended up with?

Kris was pushing him slightly now, because well, they were human, and did need to breath. Adam relented, a bitter pang of jealousy taking control as he realized that somebody’s else’s lips had, and would once again be in possession of the right to kiss those lips. He wanted so badly to mark Kris, in a way that would be a permanent discouragement to anybody else trying to make a move on the man, but knew that him of all people had no right to.

He wanted to say, “Mine” or fall to the floor and cry in a corner for a good hour, but instead he just gave Kris another hickey at the base of his neck.

“Adam, talk to me, please,” Kris was certain now that something was wrong. The look on Adam’s face, it was so full of loneliness and anguish, two things that he most certainly should not being feeling after that breathless kiss. But perhaps the kiss had been too passionate, too completely and utterly heart-breaking with the way it seemed to hint at something more like a goodbye than a beginning of a hot sex scene.

“I’m sorry Kris.” Was all Adam said, aligning their foreheads and weaving a hand behind Kris’ nape to rub there. He could smell coffee in Kris’ breath, and he bet that Kris could smell it in his too. Adam could feel Kris’ chest through the rough fabric of his clothing, could practically hear the other man’s heartbeats escalate in panic. Funny how in the end, he feels like he’s only seeing fragments, details anymore, not the big picture.

Maybe it was because he didn’t want to see Kris’ worried gaze, or hear the way the man kept on begging him that whatever was wrong could be fixed.

With a shake of his head and another apology, Adam pressed the pressure point.

Kris fell limp in a heap on top of Adam, unconscious and ready to be sent back to where he belonged.

Half an hour later, Adam arrived at the airport, ready to start a new life, no matter how impossible that seemed at the moment. Brad was there to say goodbye.

“I see he’s not with you.”

Adam only grunted in response to that. He didn’t feel like putting up with any of Brad’s usual bullshit, he just wanted to put some distance between himself and Kris before he found himself involuntarily climbing inside a taxi cab and heading towards Kris’ semi-address.

“You made the right choice man.”

That didn’t mean he had to like it.

“I fucking hate being too damn nice for my own good.” Adam muttered under his breath. Suddenly, a thought struck him, “Hey, Brad, could you do me one more favour before we cut off contact?”

“Depends man, does it have anything to do with that hostage that’s got you all smitten?”

“Maybe…”

Epilogue: kiri-no-yami.livejournal.com/3230.html