Crossing the Line/O.T.T. Part 6/?
Title: Crossing the Line/O.T.T. (Part 6/?)
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Set between the Idol finale and the start of the summer tour. Adam gets too much attention from a few of his “adoring” fans
Disclaimer: I do not own the people involved. This story does not depict the majority of Adam’s fans - idea brought on by stalker incident in Tampa.
Warnings: language, angst, violence, anxiety issues. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS. I don’t know if it’s classified as non-con but Adam didn’t want the kind of attention he was given - recalled in conversation, remembrances.
Note: Quite nervous, hope this lives up to the hype I've created so far.
Part One - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2135.html#cutid1
Part Two - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2471.html#cutid1
Part Three - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2575.html#cutid1
Part Four - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Five - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
PART SIX
Saturday morning. The hotel floor was nearly deserted. The gal’s went shopping and the rest of the guys decided to take in a ballgame. Kris had an interview waiting for him; he kept putting off leaving. A new note had joined Adam’s macabre chorus last night from his room - coughing.
The phone rang.
“Allen, get your ass down here. The car’s waiting.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
Kris stopped at Adam’s room, knocking gently.
“Adam? It’s Kris.”
No words, just coughing.
“Adam, please. Can I see you for a minute?”
Kris waited as long as he dared.
“I have to go for a few hours. If you need anything, call my cell. Please.”
The elevator doors closed and Adam’s door cracked open. A pair of red rimmed eyes peered into the hall.
--*--
On the drive over, Kris formulated a plan. Once the interview was finished, he was free for the rest of the weekend. First, he would go to SkinGraft and talk to the staff. Maybe they saw something. He knew the bodyguard had lost track of Adam outside the shop so he was going to walk around, talk to people, and see if there were any security tapes from that night.
He laughed at himself. Who did he think he was? CSI? He shouldn’t be doing the police work but Adam was never declared legally missing. Why would they investigate anyway?
The car pulled up to the TV station. Kris called Adam on last time, letting the phone ring. He heard the phone pick up then lost the signal. In the mere seconds between the pickup and the silence, Kris heard more coughing.
--*--
Adam didn’t care who was calling, although it was probably Kris. He needed his best friend desperately but he was so tired. He wiped his hot face with a cold facecloth, cringing every time he moved his neck. Adam curled up on the bed, careful not to lie on his back.
He drifted into a fitful sleep. In his dream, Adam stood alone in a gray room. In front of him, in the dark, were grabbing hands and ear piercing screams. Behind him, in the light, was Kris, gentle hands extended and comforting words. He turned towards…
“Arrggh!”
He snapped awake, having rolled onto his back, putting pressure on his neck. He curled back into a ball. His endless flow of tears soaked the mattress.
--*--
Finally, the interview wrapped up. Kris hurried into the sunlight to find his car wasn’t there. What the fuck? He had to go!
Word had gotten out Kris Allen was taping an interview. The sidewalk was crowded on both sides of the building’s front entrance. Fan called out to him. Reluctantly, with a smile on his face, he started signing autographs, answering yet more questions. Some fans of the show asked where Adam was. Kris gave the well rehearsed response management made him memorize.
After a few minutes, he stopped looking at beaming faces, concentrating instead at the hands thrusting pictures and pens at him. Kris took a picture from an extended hand and noticed a ring on the thumb, a very familiar ring. He looked up into the face of a young woman, in her late teens, early twenties. Her face was frozen in a hideous grin, a stream of ‘I love you, I love you’ assaulting him.
He moved onto the people beside her but hovered within earshot. Despite the noise around him, he heard only her conversation with the woman beside her.
“Oh my God, I got his autograph! Look, look!”
Kris peered over. The first woman held out the picture for her friend. Instead of seeing the picture, her friend noticed something else, something Kris had missed.
“Trish, where did you get that bracelet? It looks like the one Glambert wears.”
“It IS the one he wears.”
Adam’s cuff bracelet, the one Kris noticed missing a couple of days ago.
“When did you get it?”
“Last week…”
Trish took her friend by the hand, moving her away from the front of the crowd. Kris followed, moving down the line, being careful not to draw their attention.
“He was at SkinGraft and we waited outside for him.”
“He gave it to you?”
“I took it…and these.”
She presented her hand, wiggling her fingers, showing off the ring, and then from her pocket, she withdrew a strip of fabric. Adam had a shirt that color.
“How’d you get it? Tell me everything!”
Yes, tell me everything, Kris yelled in his head. He couldn’t fathom his luck. The answers were coming to him. Kris was thrilled, and terrified, about finally learning the truth. It just might be worse than he could imagine.
“It was so cool Laura, like a movie. Ben just happened to be walking by when he saw Lambert entering the store. He called me, I called two friends - you know how it goes - and in ten minutes, twelve of us were outside. He could see us through the window. He waved! I was going to die!”
“Why didn’t anyone call me?”
“I tried, you weren’t answering.
“Anyway, Adam came outside and started signing autographs and letting us take pictures. My God, he’s so hot in person and super nice. His bodyguard kept trying to take him from us, some lame excuse about having to go. They couldn’t do that! I pulled Keith over and told him this awesome plan I came up with.”
“What? What?”
Oh my God, what did they do?
“He thought it was brilliant. We played ‘telephone’ until everyone was in on it. I can’t believe it worked.”
“What worked? Trish?”
Laura was getting frantic. So was Kris.
“Keith distracted his bodyguard. I don’t know what he said but he managed to get him far enough away from us that we got Adam alone. We kept asking him questions, having him sign, you know, distracting him, as we slowly started leading him away. I noticed this empty store when I was trying to find the shop. The door was open. It was the perfect spot. We managed to move the party towards it. We got him inside and shut the door. How lucky could we get?”
“What did he do?”
Kris’s stomach twisted into knots. He fought back the images his brain was creating.
“When he didn’t want to sign anymore, we asked him for souvenirs. He refused so we decided to grab our own. It was awesome, Laura; we had him trapped! I pulled this ring off his finger and the bracelet off his wrist. Oh my God, I touched him. He felt so fucking good. I ran my hands over every inch of him - every…inch…of …him.”
“No! Even his…”
“Several times. Everyone did!”
“He didn’t stop you?”
“Oh, he kept saying, like ‘Stop, don’t’ but you know celebrities, they live for their fans. We know he wanted it. Too bad he got away. I was hoping he’d be here today; I wanted another shot at him.”
Their laughter bounced around Kris’ head. He wanted to heave. Kris had imagined several scenarios but never this. How could people who claimed to love Adam assault him like this? No wonder Adam wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Kris couldn’t fathom how much Adam must still be suffering. Did they physically hurt him too?
“Kris, the car’s here.”
The fans overheard and started leaving. Kris turned to his bodyguard and keeping his eye on the bitch, pointed her out, and ordered his security to stop her. He’d be damned if he’d let them get away with this.
Kris watched Trish be detained and led into the lobby of the building. Laura followed. Kris took a deep breathe, gathering control before confronting her so he wouldn’t be charged with assault himself. He placed a call to the police before joining them.
“…you can’t do this! I didn’t do anything!”
The two women saw Kris enter. Obviously, he was achieving the look he wanted because they both paled.
“Kris… Mr. Allen… I didn’t do anything out there. It’s a mistake,” Trish begged, unable to break free of the grip on her elbow.
“It was a mistake to lay hands on Adam. I heard your entire conversation. What the fuck were you thinking? Do you have any idea what you little shits have done to him?”
“But it was nothing, nothing he didn’t want,” she urged.
Kris snorted. He couldn’t believe she didn’t get! “The police are on their way. You and your friends are going to be charged, I guarantee. If I were you, I’d rat them out or else you’ll carry the brunt of the blame yourself.”
The police arrived and Trish was arrested. Laura was also brought in for questioning. Kris gave his statement, asking the attending officer a favor. Before they left the lobby, Trish was ordered to hand over the ring. Kris had promised to return it as evidence but right now he needed to return it to Adam.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting trouble like that,” Kris’ bodyguard said to himself. He took out his cell.
“Who are you calling?” Kris asked.
“I have to let the boss know…”
“Please.” Kris slowly covered the keypad. “Don’t call yet. Let me talk to Adam first. He needs to tell everyone himself. Can you understand that?”
“Sure. I really didn’t want to break the news myself anyway.”
Kris jumped in the waiting car.
“Get me back to the hotel now.”
Get me to Adam.
Author: cunningdeb
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: Set between the Idol finale and the start of the summer tour. Adam gets too much attention from a few of his “adoring” fans
Disclaimer: I do not own the people involved. This story does not depict the majority of Adam’s fans - idea brought on by stalker incident in Tampa.
Warnings: language, angst, violence, anxiety issues. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE TRIGGERS. I don’t know if it’s classified as non-con but Adam didn’t want the kind of attention he was given - recalled in conversation, remembrances.
Note: Quite nervous, hope this lives up to the hype I've created so far.
Part One - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2135.html#cutid1
Part Two - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2471.html#cutid1
Part Three - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/2575.html#cutid1
Part Four - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
Part Five - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3170.html#cutid1
PART SIX
Saturday morning. The hotel floor was nearly deserted. The gal’s went shopping and the rest of the guys decided to take in a ballgame. Kris had an interview waiting for him; he kept putting off leaving. A new note had joined Adam’s macabre chorus last night from his room - coughing.
The phone rang.
“Allen, get your ass down here. The car’s waiting.”
“I’m coming, I’m coming.”
Kris stopped at Adam’s room, knocking gently.
“Adam? It’s Kris.”
No words, just coughing.
“Adam, please. Can I see you for a minute?”
Kris waited as long as he dared.
“I have to go for a few hours. If you need anything, call my cell. Please.”
The elevator doors closed and Adam’s door cracked open. A pair of red rimmed eyes peered into the hall.
--*--
On the drive over, Kris formulated a plan. Once the interview was finished, he was free for the rest of the weekend. First, he would go to SkinGraft and talk to the staff. Maybe they saw something. He knew the bodyguard had lost track of Adam outside the shop so he was going to walk around, talk to people, and see if there were any security tapes from that night.
He laughed at himself. Who did he think he was? CSI? He shouldn’t be doing the police work but Adam was never declared legally missing. Why would they investigate anyway?
The car pulled up to the TV station. Kris called Adam on last time, letting the phone ring. He heard the phone pick up then lost the signal. In the mere seconds between the pickup and the silence, Kris heard more coughing.
--*--
Adam didn’t care who was calling, although it was probably Kris. He needed his best friend desperately but he was so tired. He wiped his hot face with a cold facecloth, cringing every time he moved his neck. Adam curled up on the bed, careful not to lie on his back.
He drifted into a fitful sleep. In his dream, Adam stood alone in a gray room. In front of him, in the dark, were grabbing hands and ear piercing screams. Behind him, in the light, was Kris, gentle hands extended and comforting words. He turned towards…
“Arrggh!”
He snapped awake, having rolled onto his back, putting pressure on his neck. He curled back into a ball. His endless flow of tears soaked the mattress.
--*--
Finally, the interview wrapped up. Kris hurried into the sunlight to find his car wasn’t there. What the fuck? He had to go!
Word had gotten out Kris Allen was taping an interview. The sidewalk was crowded on both sides of the building’s front entrance. Fan called out to him. Reluctantly, with a smile on his face, he started signing autographs, answering yet more questions. Some fans of the show asked where Adam was. Kris gave the well rehearsed response management made him memorize.
After a few minutes, he stopped looking at beaming faces, concentrating instead at the hands thrusting pictures and pens at him. Kris took a picture from an extended hand and noticed a ring on the thumb, a very familiar ring. He looked up into the face of a young woman, in her late teens, early twenties. Her face was frozen in a hideous grin, a stream of ‘I love you, I love you’ assaulting him.
He moved onto the people beside her but hovered within earshot. Despite the noise around him, he heard only her conversation with the woman beside her.
“Oh my God, I got his autograph! Look, look!”
Kris peered over. The first woman held out the picture for her friend. Instead of seeing the picture, her friend noticed something else, something Kris had missed.
“Trish, where did you get that bracelet? It looks like the one Glambert wears.”
“It IS the one he wears.”
Adam’s cuff bracelet, the one Kris noticed missing a couple of days ago.
“When did you get it?”
“Last week…”
Trish took her friend by the hand, moving her away from the front of the crowd. Kris followed, moving down the line, being careful not to draw their attention.
“He was at SkinGraft and we waited outside for him.”
“He gave it to you?”
“I took it…and these.”
She presented her hand, wiggling her fingers, showing off the ring, and then from her pocket, she withdrew a strip of fabric. Adam had a shirt that color.
“How’d you get it? Tell me everything!”
Yes, tell me everything, Kris yelled in his head. He couldn’t fathom his luck. The answers were coming to him. Kris was thrilled, and terrified, about finally learning the truth. It just might be worse than he could imagine.
“It was so cool Laura, like a movie. Ben just happened to be walking by when he saw Lambert entering the store. He called me, I called two friends - you know how it goes - and in ten minutes, twelve of us were outside. He could see us through the window. He waved! I was going to die!”
“Why didn’t anyone call me?”
“I tried, you weren’t answering.
“Anyway, Adam came outside and started signing autographs and letting us take pictures. My God, he’s so hot in person and super nice. His bodyguard kept trying to take him from us, some lame excuse about having to go. They couldn’t do that! I pulled Keith over and told him this awesome plan I came up with.”
“What? What?”
Oh my God, what did they do?
“He thought it was brilliant. We played ‘telephone’ until everyone was in on it. I can’t believe it worked.”
“What worked? Trish?”
Laura was getting frantic. So was Kris.
“Keith distracted his bodyguard. I don’t know what he said but he managed to get him far enough away from us that we got Adam alone. We kept asking him questions, having him sign, you know, distracting him, as we slowly started leading him away. I noticed this empty store when I was trying to find the shop. The door was open. It was the perfect spot. We managed to move the party towards it. We got him inside and shut the door. How lucky could we get?”
“What did he do?”
Kris’s stomach twisted into knots. He fought back the images his brain was creating.
“When he didn’t want to sign anymore, we asked him for souvenirs. He refused so we decided to grab our own. It was awesome, Laura; we had him trapped! I pulled this ring off his finger and the bracelet off his wrist. Oh my God, I touched him. He felt so fucking good. I ran my hands over every inch of him - every…inch…of …him.”
“No! Even his…”
“Several times. Everyone did!”
“He didn’t stop you?”
“Oh, he kept saying, like ‘Stop, don’t’ but you know celebrities, they live for their fans. We know he wanted it. Too bad he got away. I was hoping he’d be here today; I wanted another shot at him.”
Their laughter bounced around Kris’ head. He wanted to heave. Kris had imagined several scenarios but never this. How could people who claimed to love Adam assault him like this? No wonder Adam wouldn’t let anyone touch him. Kris couldn’t fathom how much Adam must still be suffering. Did they physically hurt him too?
“Kris, the car’s here.”
The fans overheard and started leaving. Kris turned to his bodyguard and keeping his eye on the bitch, pointed her out, and ordered his security to stop her. He’d be damned if he’d let them get away with this.
Kris watched Trish be detained and led into the lobby of the building. Laura followed. Kris took a deep breathe, gathering control before confronting her so he wouldn’t be charged with assault himself. He placed a call to the police before joining them.
“…you can’t do this! I didn’t do anything!”
The two women saw Kris enter. Obviously, he was achieving the look he wanted because they both paled.
“Kris… Mr. Allen… I didn’t do anything out there. It’s a mistake,” Trish begged, unable to break free of the grip on her elbow.
“It was a mistake to lay hands on Adam. I heard your entire conversation. What the fuck were you thinking? Do you have any idea what you little shits have done to him?”
“But it was nothing, nothing he didn’t want,” she urged.
Kris snorted. He couldn’t believe she didn’t get! “The police are on their way. You and your friends are going to be charged, I guarantee. If I were you, I’d rat them out or else you’ll carry the brunt of the blame yourself.”
The police arrived and Trish was arrested. Laura was also brought in for questioning. Kris gave his statement, asking the attending officer a favor. Before they left the lobby, Trish was ordered to hand over the ring. Kris had promised to return it as evidence but right now he needed to return it to Adam.
“Wow, I wasn’t expecting trouble like that,” Kris’ bodyguard said to himself. He took out his cell.
“Who are you calling?” Kris asked.
“I have to let the boss know…”
“Please.” Kris slowly covered the keypad. “Don’t call yet. Let me talk to Adam first. He needs to tell everyone himself. Can you understand that?”
“Sure. I really didn’t want to break the news myself anyway.”
Kris jumped in the waiting car.
“Get me back to the hotel now.”
Get me to Adam.