Books, Glitter and Hearts of Foam 38/?
Title: Books, Glitter and Hearts of Foam 38/?
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris and Adam getting ready for Eber Lambert's arrival.
Warnings: Cussing
Notes: A slightly off topic thing but something that I think fits this point in the story. A friend of mine posted this the other day and it made me think about this. ‘It's heart breaking/warming to watch someone you care about soar to new heights. You miss who they were before they knew who they are.’
Kris slowly plucked the strings on his guitar, staring hard down at the notebook at his feet. Yep, he was just going to concentrate on his music and nothing else. Nope, absolutely nothing else that would demand his attention this very-
Crash! “Oh fuck it!” Crash, clatter, more cursing.
Kris sighed.
He’d expected this morning to be great fun and everything good that these days usually were. It started out really nice, with a slow make out session tangled in the soft sheets of Adam’s bed. And then, Adam’s phone rang, Neil on the other end.
Adam peered in from the doorway with a grimace; he had a rat-tail comb apparently glued into his hair with an insane amount of gel, one eye lined with black and the other with a streak moving along the top of his cheek bone. When he spoke his voice was small, quiet. “I’m freaking out, aren’t I?”
Kris bit back his smile and looked up, tilting his shoulders up and making an indecisive noise. Adam frowned then sighed and fell onto the bed beside him, pouting. “He’s my dad, I shouldn’t be freaking out.”
Kris patted the back of Adam’s neck, then set the guitar aside to attempt to wiggle the comb out. “You haven’t seen him for a while. And the last time you did was a horrible part in your life.”
Adam sighed and nodded. “Yeah, good point.” He stared down at the floor for a moment, chewing on his lip for a few seconds before looking back at Kris. “If I told you something, would you not… like, not judge me but…” He trailed off, smiling slightly at the look Kris was giving him - somewhere along the lines of ‘How well do you know me?’ - before nodding and looking back to the ground. “The last time I saw my dad was right out of the hospital and…” He took a breath. “When he and mom started talking of taking me back home and everything I kind of… flipped.” He looked away. “I said some kind of mean things.”
Kris shook his head, lacing his hand with Adam’s and squeezing. “That’s the past, and from what I can tell your family loves you a lot. I don’t think a few hurtful words while you’re in pain would matter to them.”
Adam paused, staring over Kris before he smiled softly. “When did you get so smart?” He teased.
Kris rolled his eyes and shoved at him. “You’re ridiculous.” He grinned though, finally freeing the comb with a last tug and putting it in Adam’s hands, leaning forward for a kiss. “We all love you, Adam. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop that.” It was quiet for a few moments, Adam staring down at the comb with the feel of Kris’ hands skimming over his skin. His heart felt like it was going to swell out of his chest, and he felt his eyes burning despite the smile curling his lips. He knew that, and even if he still had some trouble believing that, if he always would have trouble with it, he knew that, like Kris said, there was nothing he could do to change his feelings.
Kris’ phone buzzed and the younger man flailed, picking it up and jumping off the bed. “Crap!” He tugged Adam up and shoved him toward the bathroom. “We’re gonna be late! We cannot be late meeting your Dad.”
Adam just grinned into the mirror, seeing the younger boy with freckles and red hair in it and flinching for a second before he felt Kris’ hands over his chest and he squeezed in behind Adam to grab at his toothbrush and comb. I don’t think he’s going to care if I went back to that, either. He stared over at Kris with hearts in his eyes until brown eyes stared over at him, imploring him to ‘get moving and pretty up’. He flinched as he looked back and started wrestling his hair into submission again. Not that he was ever going to let himself go back to that young boy.
“Adam.” Kris squeezed the back of his neck, his other hand rubbing comfort into his back as Adam tried to just breathe. His father’s flight was coming in late, and Leila and Neil had yet to show up in the airport. “Come on, baby, it’s okay.”
Adam drew his legs together a bit more, his knee caps squeezing into his temples. He so wanted to just… see him, get it over with. There was a part of him that was afraid of what their last meeting was going to do to their old relationship, and there was another part that was still wounded from the divorce between his parents years earlier, and the biggest part of him worried that the both would combine. Even before Gage landed him in the hospital his relationship between his father and himself was strained. Well...
He lifted his head up a bit. Maybe strained wasn’t the right word. After the divorce he spent a lot of his time through high school with his mom, and he didn’t meet his dad that often. They were more strangers, and before his hospitalization their relationship was still mending from his childhood. The aftermath just put more of a fissure between them.
“Adam?” Kris spoke again, and this time his tone had a confused tilt in it, and when he said his name again a few seconds after it had more realization to it. “Is that him?”
Adam’s head automatically went up and he looked to where Kris was pointing. That was him, alright. He looked… weary. Tired, older. It looked like he’d aged fifty years since the last time Adam saw him. He swallowed; he hoped he wasn’t a part of that weariness.
He stood up, feeling small and young again as he waited for something, anything. After a few seconds of watching his father walk across the airport, looking for them, for him, he felt Kris push against his back. He looked back into brown eyes. “Go.” Kris hissed, smiling brightly. Adam obeyed.
“Adam?” Eber Lambert stopped when he finally spotted his son, striding across the room toward him. He dropped the bags in his arms and opened them, smiling when Adam took the invitation by running toward him and hugging him tightly. Kris smiled behind Adam and walked leisurely up to them; he would give them the most privacy they could have in the middle of crowded LAX, Adam deserved that much.
Eber squeezed his son back just as tightly, clearing his throat when he pulled away. Adam smiled through the tear streaks he could feel on his face. He always hated crying. Adam remembered how much his father would try to hide the fact that he was even tearing up, he’d seen it enough times growing up whenever the two were brought back together during his childhood. Blue eyes just a touch lighter than his looked him over before patting his shoulder. “You look good.” They glanced back behind him, and Adam turned to follow their gaze. He broke into a huge grin when he saw Kris walking up to them, his hands stuffed into his pockets, smiling crookedly.
Adam threw his arm over Kris’ shoulders and beamed at his father. “Dad, this is Kris, my boyfriend.”
Kris held out his hand with a grin. “Sir.” He curled himself back around Adam. “Been looking forward to meet you.”
Eber paused a moment, staring over at Kris and then smiling. “So I’m guessing you’re the one Neil talked about.” Kris flushed and nodded. The father’s smile spread and he squeezed the younger man’s shoulder.
Kris understood the gesture and flushed some more before clapping his hands together and snatching up one of the bags. “Let’s move this somewhere a little more private. And we can find out where everyone else disappeared to, too.”
Adam grinned after Kris before looking back to his father. He saw only relief and love, just as Kris said he’d be getting from him. He smiled and shook his head, then helped with the other bag, following after Kris with Eber’s hand around his, bringing him back to years before. Everything’s better now. He bit into his lip to tone down his smile, failing when Kris looked back over his shoulder and beamed at him. There’s gotta be something I can do for him, he’s helped me so much through this.
With that thought, he started planning, thinking of special ways to repay Kris. Even if it took the rest of their lives, he’d find a way to show him just how much all this means to him.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris and Adam getting ready for Eber Lambert's arrival.
Warnings: Cussing
Notes: A slightly off topic thing but something that I think fits this point in the story. A friend of mine posted this the other day and it made me think about this. ‘It's heart breaking/warming to watch someone you care about soar to new heights. You miss who they were before they knew who they are.’
Kris slowly plucked the strings on his guitar, staring hard down at the notebook at his feet. Yep, he was just going to concentrate on his music and nothing else. Nope, absolutely nothing else that would demand his attention this very-
Crash! “Oh fuck it!” Crash, clatter, more cursing.
Kris sighed.
He’d expected this morning to be great fun and everything good that these days usually were. It started out really nice, with a slow make out session tangled in the soft sheets of Adam’s bed. And then, Adam’s phone rang, Neil on the other end.
Adam peered in from the doorway with a grimace; he had a rat-tail comb apparently glued into his hair with an insane amount of gel, one eye lined with black and the other with a streak moving along the top of his cheek bone. When he spoke his voice was small, quiet. “I’m freaking out, aren’t I?”
Kris bit back his smile and looked up, tilting his shoulders up and making an indecisive noise. Adam frowned then sighed and fell onto the bed beside him, pouting. “He’s my dad, I shouldn’t be freaking out.”
Kris patted the back of Adam’s neck, then set the guitar aside to attempt to wiggle the comb out. “You haven’t seen him for a while. And the last time you did was a horrible part in your life.”
Adam sighed and nodded. “Yeah, good point.” He stared down at the floor for a moment, chewing on his lip for a few seconds before looking back at Kris. “If I told you something, would you not… like, not judge me but…” He trailed off, smiling slightly at the look Kris was giving him - somewhere along the lines of ‘How well do you know me?’ - before nodding and looking back to the ground. “The last time I saw my dad was right out of the hospital and…” He took a breath. “When he and mom started talking of taking me back home and everything I kind of… flipped.” He looked away. “I said some kind of mean things.”
Kris shook his head, lacing his hand with Adam’s and squeezing. “That’s the past, and from what I can tell your family loves you a lot. I don’t think a few hurtful words while you’re in pain would matter to them.”
Adam paused, staring over Kris before he smiled softly. “When did you get so smart?” He teased.
Kris rolled his eyes and shoved at him. “You’re ridiculous.” He grinned though, finally freeing the comb with a last tug and putting it in Adam’s hands, leaning forward for a kiss. “We all love you, Adam. And there’s absolutely nothing you can do to stop that.” It was quiet for a few moments, Adam staring down at the comb with the feel of Kris’ hands skimming over his skin. His heart felt like it was going to swell out of his chest, and he felt his eyes burning despite the smile curling his lips. He knew that, and even if he still had some trouble believing that, if he always would have trouble with it, he knew that, like Kris said, there was nothing he could do to change his feelings.
Kris’ phone buzzed and the younger man flailed, picking it up and jumping off the bed. “Crap!” He tugged Adam up and shoved him toward the bathroom. “We’re gonna be late! We cannot be late meeting your Dad.”
Adam just grinned into the mirror, seeing the younger boy with freckles and red hair in it and flinching for a second before he felt Kris’ hands over his chest and he squeezed in behind Adam to grab at his toothbrush and comb. I don’t think he’s going to care if I went back to that, either. He stared over at Kris with hearts in his eyes until brown eyes stared over at him, imploring him to ‘get moving and pretty up’. He flinched as he looked back and started wrestling his hair into submission again. Not that he was ever going to let himself go back to that young boy.
“Adam.” Kris squeezed the back of his neck, his other hand rubbing comfort into his back as Adam tried to just breathe. His father’s flight was coming in late, and Leila and Neil had yet to show up in the airport. “Come on, baby, it’s okay.”
Adam drew his legs together a bit more, his knee caps squeezing into his temples. He so wanted to just… see him, get it over with. There was a part of him that was afraid of what their last meeting was going to do to their old relationship, and there was another part that was still wounded from the divorce between his parents years earlier, and the biggest part of him worried that the both would combine. Even before Gage landed him in the hospital his relationship between his father and himself was strained. Well...
He lifted his head up a bit. Maybe strained wasn’t the right word. After the divorce he spent a lot of his time through high school with his mom, and he didn’t meet his dad that often. They were more strangers, and before his hospitalization their relationship was still mending from his childhood. The aftermath just put more of a fissure between them.
“Adam?” Kris spoke again, and this time his tone had a confused tilt in it, and when he said his name again a few seconds after it had more realization to it. “Is that him?”
Adam’s head automatically went up and he looked to where Kris was pointing. That was him, alright. He looked… weary. Tired, older. It looked like he’d aged fifty years since the last time Adam saw him. He swallowed; he hoped he wasn’t a part of that weariness.
He stood up, feeling small and young again as he waited for something, anything. After a few seconds of watching his father walk across the airport, looking for them, for him, he felt Kris push against his back. He looked back into brown eyes. “Go.” Kris hissed, smiling brightly. Adam obeyed.
“Adam?” Eber Lambert stopped when he finally spotted his son, striding across the room toward him. He dropped the bags in his arms and opened them, smiling when Adam took the invitation by running toward him and hugging him tightly. Kris smiled behind Adam and walked leisurely up to them; he would give them the most privacy they could have in the middle of crowded LAX, Adam deserved that much.
Eber squeezed his son back just as tightly, clearing his throat when he pulled away. Adam smiled through the tear streaks he could feel on his face. He always hated crying. Adam remembered how much his father would try to hide the fact that he was even tearing up, he’d seen it enough times growing up whenever the two were brought back together during his childhood. Blue eyes just a touch lighter than his looked him over before patting his shoulder. “You look good.” They glanced back behind him, and Adam turned to follow their gaze. He broke into a huge grin when he saw Kris walking up to them, his hands stuffed into his pockets, smiling crookedly.
Adam threw his arm over Kris’ shoulders and beamed at his father. “Dad, this is Kris, my boyfriend.”
Kris held out his hand with a grin. “Sir.” He curled himself back around Adam. “Been looking forward to meet you.”
Eber paused a moment, staring over at Kris and then smiling. “So I’m guessing you’re the one Neil talked about.” Kris flushed and nodded. The father’s smile spread and he squeezed the younger man’s shoulder.
Kris understood the gesture and flushed some more before clapping his hands together and snatching up one of the bags. “Let’s move this somewhere a little more private. And we can find out where everyone else disappeared to, too.”
Adam grinned after Kris before looking back to his father. He saw only relief and love, just as Kris said he’d be getting from him. He smiled and shook his head, then helped with the other bag, following after Kris with Eber’s hand around his, bringing him back to years before. Everything’s better now. He bit into his lip to tone down his smile, failing when Kris looked back over his shoulder and beamed at him. There’s gotta be something I can do for him, he’s helped me so much through this.
With that thought, he started planning, thinking of special ways to repay Kris. Even if it took the rest of their lives, he’d find a way to show him just how much all this means to him.