Crossing the Line/O.T.T., Part 12/?
Title: Crossing the Line/O.T.T. (Part 12/?)
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.
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 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3453.html#cutid1
Part Seven - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3610.html#cutid1
Part Eight - http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/904034.html#cutid1
Part Nine - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/4139.html#cutid1
Part Ten - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/4489.html#cutid1
Part Eleven - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/4732.html#cutid1
PART TWELVE
Thankfully, it was a quiet night. Adam slept right through and Kris only stirred three times to check on him.
In the morning, Kris woke just before the alarm sounded. He shut it off and slipped into the bathroom, shaving and showering. He was nervous about leaving Adam for the day but he really did need to rehearse. Pre-Idol, he had performed in small venues and while he’d gotten used to the larger crowds during the competition, they would be nothing compared to the numbers this tour would pull in. He was the closing act, as well as the lucky guy who had to follow directly after Adam. No one envied him that position. Despite the pressure, Kris really didn’t mind - he would follow Adam anywhere.
He padded barefoot into the room and dropped the towel before grabbing his clothes. A part of him hoped Adam would wake up and catch him au naturale. Didn’t happen.
Goliath was already on duty outside the door. Kris asked him to wait inside as he ran downstairs. He wasn’t gone long and when he came back, Adam was still sleeping. Kris set down a breakfast plate and bottle of orange juice he snagged from the buffet and crouched beside Adam’s bed.
The back of Kris’ fingers softly stroked Adam’s cheek. The sleeping man’s eyes fluttered open and he yawned.
“What time is it?”
“Don’t worry about it; you have the day off, remember?”
Adam nodded. “Wish you could stay.”
“Show must go on - and all that shit.” Kris felt Adam’s forehead. “The fever’s breaking. I brought you up something to nibble on. Goliath’s staying with you; he’ll give you as much space as you want but he’ll always be nearby. Oh, and don’t forget you’re meds.”
“I’ll be a good boy, cross my heart.”
Kris caressed Adam’s cheek again, leaning in then stopping.
“It’s okay Kris, I won’t break.”
Smiling, Kris brushed his lips across Adam’s. He felt a hand in his hair, pulling him in, the kiss intensifying. Kris nibbled on Adam’s top lip. So sweet, he murmured in his mind, tugging and licking.
“Ahem,” Goliath not-so-subtly interrupted.
The boys reluctantly stopped. Kris rubbed Adam’s cheek once more and left.
The other Idols were waiting for Kris in the hallway. Matt took one look at Kris’ flushed face and tousled hair.
“About damn time.”
“I’m not late.”
“He wasn’t talking about that,” Megan clarified.
Kris blushed and Michael caught him in a friendly headlock as they headed out.
--*--
During the lunch break, Kris checked in. Goliath answered the phone.
“How’s our boy?”
“Sleeping.”
“Still?”
“Well, he got up after you left, had a bite to eat and dressed.”
“Did he take his meds?”
“Yeah, and he did those stretching exercises, you know the ones on that sheet to stop his muscles from seizing.”
“Right, I forgot about those.”
“I also taught him how to play 5 Card Stud. Quick study, that kid; he beat the pants off me.”
Silence on the other end.
“Not literally; God Kris, you’re almost as bad as he is.”
“I learned from the best.”
“Just to warn you, your little card shark asked me how to play strip poker - I think he’s lined up your entertainment for the night.”
“Well, I have something lined up for him,” Kris chuckled, patting the large box beside him.
Kris’ phone beeped.
“I have another call. Tell sleeping beauty I’ll be home in a few hours.”
“Will do.”
Kris switched over. It was Dr. Keeling. She had made inquiries and found a very good, very discreet therapist, Dr. Kyle Evans. She told Dr. Evans about Adam’s situation and he was very willing to take him on. His only stipulation was that Adam - not Kris - had to contact him. If Adam didn’t want it, all the therapy in the world wasn’t going to help.
Kris jotted down the number then added it to his speed dial, making it number one.
--*--
Later that afternoon, Kris walked into their room, lugging a heavy box. He found Adam fully dressed, pacing around.
“He’s going stir crazy,” Goliath offered.
“I’m going stir crazy,” Adam repeated. He saw the box. “What’s that?”
“Later. Do you feel up to joining everyone downstairs for supper?”
“Brother, do I.” He made a beeline for the door.
“Hold on there speedy, I need to change your bandage first.”
The redness was fading and Kris thought the welt looked smaller. He carefully washed the area, applied new antiseptic and a new bandage.
Kris tapped the gauze. “All better.”
Adam reached back, drawing Kris’ face around and they tenderly kissed. “Even better.”
Their security team had sequestered the media outside so the singers could move through the lobby unmolested. Cameras flashed and voices shouted questions at them. Adam kept his face turned away. Their group had a private dining room and what started out awkwardly soon became a rousing party like old times. Adam flinched a little bit as friendly hands touched him but he didn’t pull away; in fact, he started revisiting his former touchy feely ways. It was good to be back.
A few hours later, the boys returned to their room. Adam grabbed a deck of cards and bounced excitedly.
“I learned a new game today.”
“So I’ve heard.” Kris hefted the box onto the table. “However, I think this,” he lifted the cover, “would be more interesting.”
Adam dropped the cards and picked up a handful of papers. He scanned the words. “These are emails.”
“Hundreds of emails, actually, and a few telegrams and letters. I hear more are coming in.”
“Don’t get it.” He sat hard in the chair.
“They’re yours. They were sent to you.” His best friend still looked puzzled. Kris sat down and took his hand. “They’re get-well wishes and outpourings of love and support from your fans, your true fans.”
“I don’t understand. How did they…the press release.”
“Don’t let a few crazy morons ruin your dream Adam. You have thousands of fans who are giving you the world. Concentrate on them. Feel their support. Know they’re watching your back and would never hurt you.”
Adam’s shoulders started heaving as his hand came up to rest over his heart.
“Adam?”
He turned to Kris, his eyes watering, his smile bright. “I am going to be okay, aren’t I?”
“There was never any doubt in my mind. You just had to banish it from yours.”
--*--
The remainder of the week flew by. Adam returned to the studio - he wasn’t quite up to strutting around but singing was no problem. Every day, flowers, gifts and more emails and letters arrived. Adam sent the emails, letters, notes and a few of the gifts to his mom’s house, promising himself to go through everything when the tour was over. The flowers and stuffed toys were sent to the hospital for the other patients. Adam picked out four particularly beautiful bouquets and had them redelivered, with a personal note from himself, to Dr. Keeling, Gloria, Goliath and Kris.
Adam was nearly back to his old self. A couple of times he had mild nightmares. Kris was always there, as he had promised, wrapping his arms around him and holding him till the images faded. He had done a few one-on-one interviews - the media was warned only to talk about the upcoming tour, nothing else - and it went smoothly. Adam interacted with his fans, a few at a time, enjoying it more and more.
He and Kris got closer too. They’d slept together - following the nightmares - but hadn’t ‘slept together’ yet. Adam’s heart fluttered with the knowledge that he was nearly ready to take that step. From the way Kris had been loving him lately, Adam was sure Kris was ready now.
Since Adam’s confidence was back, they all decided to leave the hotel after dinner and go out to a club. Kris bombarded Adam with questions and concerns, making sure he was prepared for the public onslaught. Adam assured him he was, that he had to start sometime.
Kris, Matt, Michael, Anoop, Danny and Scott waited in the lobby while Megan, Lil, Allison and Adam headed upstairs to fix their make up. The guys were debating who was prettier - Adam or Katy Perry - when Kris’ cell rang. It was Allison.
He never got a word out.
“Kris, Kris, you have to get up here now!” He could hear the girls screaming in the background, male voices yelling and things crashing. “It’s Adam….don’t know what happened…we need you….Adam’s gone ballistic…he attacked Goliath…he’s trashing your room….HURRY!”
tbc
Deb wants to know - “What do you think happened?”
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.
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 - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3453.html#cutid1
Part Seven - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/3610.html#cutid1
Part Eight - http://community.livejournal.com/kradam_ai/904034.html#cutid1
Part Nine - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/4139.html#cutid1
Part Ten - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/4489.html#cutid1
Part Eleven - http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/4732.html#cutid1
PART TWELVE
Thankfully, it was a quiet night. Adam slept right through and Kris only stirred three times to check on him.
In the morning, Kris woke just before the alarm sounded. He shut it off and slipped into the bathroom, shaving and showering. He was nervous about leaving Adam for the day but he really did need to rehearse. Pre-Idol, he had performed in small venues and while he’d gotten used to the larger crowds during the competition, they would be nothing compared to the numbers this tour would pull in. He was the closing act, as well as the lucky guy who had to follow directly after Adam. No one envied him that position. Despite the pressure, Kris really didn’t mind - he would follow Adam anywhere.
He padded barefoot into the room and dropped the towel before grabbing his clothes. A part of him hoped Adam would wake up and catch him au naturale. Didn’t happen.
Goliath was already on duty outside the door. Kris asked him to wait inside as he ran downstairs. He wasn’t gone long and when he came back, Adam was still sleeping. Kris set down a breakfast plate and bottle of orange juice he snagged from the buffet and crouched beside Adam’s bed.
The back of Kris’ fingers softly stroked Adam’s cheek. The sleeping man’s eyes fluttered open and he yawned.
“What time is it?”
“Don’t worry about it; you have the day off, remember?”
Adam nodded. “Wish you could stay.”
“Show must go on - and all that shit.” Kris felt Adam’s forehead. “The fever’s breaking. I brought you up something to nibble on. Goliath’s staying with you; he’ll give you as much space as you want but he’ll always be nearby. Oh, and don’t forget you’re meds.”
“I’ll be a good boy, cross my heart.”
Kris caressed Adam’s cheek again, leaning in then stopping.
“It’s okay Kris, I won’t break.”
Smiling, Kris brushed his lips across Adam’s. He felt a hand in his hair, pulling him in, the kiss intensifying. Kris nibbled on Adam’s top lip. So sweet, he murmured in his mind, tugging and licking.
“Ahem,” Goliath not-so-subtly interrupted.
The boys reluctantly stopped. Kris rubbed Adam’s cheek once more and left.
The other Idols were waiting for Kris in the hallway. Matt took one look at Kris’ flushed face and tousled hair.
“About damn time.”
“I’m not late.”
“He wasn’t talking about that,” Megan clarified.
Kris blushed and Michael caught him in a friendly headlock as they headed out.
--*--
During the lunch break, Kris checked in. Goliath answered the phone.
“How’s our boy?”
“Sleeping.”
“Still?”
“Well, he got up after you left, had a bite to eat and dressed.”
“Did he take his meds?”
“Yeah, and he did those stretching exercises, you know the ones on that sheet to stop his muscles from seizing.”
“Right, I forgot about those.”
“I also taught him how to play 5 Card Stud. Quick study, that kid; he beat the pants off me.”
Silence on the other end.
“Not literally; God Kris, you’re almost as bad as he is.”
“I learned from the best.”
“Just to warn you, your little card shark asked me how to play strip poker - I think he’s lined up your entertainment for the night.”
“Well, I have something lined up for him,” Kris chuckled, patting the large box beside him.
Kris’ phone beeped.
“I have another call. Tell sleeping beauty I’ll be home in a few hours.”
“Will do.”
Kris switched over. It was Dr. Keeling. She had made inquiries and found a very good, very discreet therapist, Dr. Kyle Evans. She told Dr. Evans about Adam’s situation and he was very willing to take him on. His only stipulation was that Adam - not Kris - had to contact him. If Adam didn’t want it, all the therapy in the world wasn’t going to help.
Kris jotted down the number then added it to his speed dial, making it number one.
--*--
Later that afternoon, Kris walked into their room, lugging a heavy box. He found Adam fully dressed, pacing around.
“He’s going stir crazy,” Goliath offered.
“I’m going stir crazy,” Adam repeated. He saw the box. “What’s that?”
“Later. Do you feel up to joining everyone downstairs for supper?”
“Brother, do I.” He made a beeline for the door.
“Hold on there speedy, I need to change your bandage first.”
The redness was fading and Kris thought the welt looked smaller. He carefully washed the area, applied new antiseptic and a new bandage.
Kris tapped the gauze. “All better.”
Adam reached back, drawing Kris’ face around and they tenderly kissed. “Even better.”
Their security team had sequestered the media outside so the singers could move through the lobby unmolested. Cameras flashed and voices shouted questions at them. Adam kept his face turned away. Their group had a private dining room and what started out awkwardly soon became a rousing party like old times. Adam flinched a little bit as friendly hands touched him but he didn’t pull away; in fact, he started revisiting his former touchy feely ways. It was good to be back.
A few hours later, the boys returned to their room. Adam grabbed a deck of cards and bounced excitedly.
“I learned a new game today.”
“So I’ve heard.” Kris hefted the box onto the table. “However, I think this,” he lifted the cover, “would be more interesting.”
Adam dropped the cards and picked up a handful of papers. He scanned the words. “These are emails.”
“Hundreds of emails, actually, and a few telegrams and letters. I hear more are coming in.”
“Don’t get it.” He sat hard in the chair.
“They’re yours. They were sent to you.” His best friend still looked puzzled. Kris sat down and took his hand. “They’re get-well wishes and outpourings of love and support from your fans, your true fans.”
“I don’t understand. How did they…the press release.”
“Don’t let a few crazy morons ruin your dream Adam. You have thousands of fans who are giving you the world. Concentrate on them. Feel their support. Know they’re watching your back and would never hurt you.”
Adam’s shoulders started heaving as his hand came up to rest over his heart.
“Adam?”
He turned to Kris, his eyes watering, his smile bright. “I am going to be okay, aren’t I?”
“There was never any doubt in my mind. You just had to banish it from yours.”
--*--
The remainder of the week flew by. Adam returned to the studio - he wasn’t quite up to strutting around but singing was no problem. Every day, flowers, gifts and more emails and letters arrived. Adam sent the emails, letters, notes and a few of the gifts to his mom’s house, promising himself to go through everything when the tour was over. The flowers and stuffed toys were sent to the hospital for the other patients. Adam picked out four particularly beautiful bouquets and had them redelivered, with a personal note from himself, to Dr. Keeling, Gloria, Goliath and Kris.
Adam was nearly back to his old self. A couple of times he had mild nightmares. Kris was always there, as he had promised, wrapping his arms around him and holding him till the images faded. He had done a few one-on-one interviews - the media was warned only to talk about the upcoming tour, nothing else - and it went smoothly. Adam interacted with his fans, a few at a time, enjoying it more and more.
He and Kris got closer too. They’d slept together - following the nightmares - but hadn’t ‘slept together’ yet. Adam’s heart fluttered with the knowledge that he was nearly ready to take that step. From the way Kris had been loving him lately, Adam was sure Kris was ready now.
Since Adam’s confidence was back, they all decided to leave the hotel after dinner and go out to a club. Kris bombarded Adam with questions and concerns, making sure he was prepared for the public onslaught. Adam assured him he was, that he had to start sometime.
Kris, Matt, Michael, Anoop, Danny and Scott waited in the lobby while Megan, Lil, Allison and Adam headed upstairs to fix their make up. The guys were debating who was prettier - Adam or Katy Perry - when Kris’ cell rang. It was Allison.
He never got a word out.
“Kris, Kris, you have to get up here now!” He could hear the girls screaming in the background, male voices yelling and things crashing. “It’s Adam….don’t know what happened…we need you….Adam’s gone ballistic…he attacked Goliath…he’s trashing your room….HURRY!”
tbc
Deb wants to know - “What do you think happened?”