Your Call
Title: Your Call
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris asks Adam why he hasn’t been responding whenever Kris said ‘I love you’
Warnings: Cussing, Mourning of spouse’s death.
Notes: Two months after Stay Close, Don’t Go. Again, title from Secondhand Serenade of same name.
It was two months since Kris confessed to Adam. And for everyday since then he’d confessed again. When they woke up and met in the kitchen, he’d tell Adam he loved him, and whenever they met in the studio he’d tell Adam he loved him, and right before they fell asleep he’d tell Adam he loved him. Sixty days, and Kris had been the only one saying it. Adam only ever smiled and pressed a kiss to Kris’ temple or hugged him, never anything more.
“Why don’t you ever answer me?” Adam blinked up from his notebook, turning to look at Kris beside him.
“I answer you.” He said, then paused and smiled slightly. “What are you asking?”
Kris sighed and shook his head, dropping his pen onto his lap with his notebook. “I’m not asking anything.” He frowned. “You never say anything to me when I tell you I love you.”
Adam’s smile faltered and before Kris could continue he shut his notebook and rushed back to his bedroom, muttering something about it getting late. Kris glanced at the clock and frowned as he saw it was just past eight-thirty.
“Adam.” He watched the man across the table searching for an excuse to bolt again. Kris grumbled as he stood up. “You’re going to leave me again, aren’t you?”
Adam hesitated for a moment, halfway out of the kitchen, before he huffed out a sigh and sat next to Kris. He didn’t say anything for a while, just staring down at the tiled floor as if it would give him an answer. Finally, after drawing in a huge breath, he spoke. “I’m petrified, Kris.” His voice was small, reflecting his words. His hands were fisted in his jeans, and his eyes didn’t lift up for a moment to meet Kris. “I care for you, so damn much it’s scary. I want to give you everything, every fucking thing I could possibly give. And I’m so afraid that…” He trailed off. “I’m afraid that I’ll get hurt. If I lost you, god, Kris I have no idea how I’d go on. And that scares the shit out of me.” He finally looked up and his eyes were wide open, all of his fears clear in them. “If I admit it.” He continued, just barely above a breath. “I’m afraid I’ll mess up, I’ll lose you.”
Kris stared at him for a while then shook his head, smiling slightly. He cupped his hands around Adam’s chin and tilted his head up slightly, locking his eyes with the older man’s. “There’s no way I’m going to leave you. A year ago I would’ve thought I’d never be able to feel this way again, and I’m not letting it go this time.” Adam shook his head slightly, as well as he could and dropped his eyes to the floor again before Kris forced him to look back up, not continuing until their eyes met. “I mean it when I say I love you Adam. I do, and nothing you do or I do or anyone does is going to change that.”
Adam nodded slowly, his blue eyes staying on Kris the entire time. After a few seconds passed he smiled and leaned forward enough to lock his lips with Kris’. The closest they’d ever come to kissing was that day two months ago, that bare brush of lips. This was different; intense but gentle, emotional and full of so many silent expressions of love Kris’ eyes glasses over with tears. When Adam pulled away he choked out a harsh laugh, shaking his head and laying it on Kris’ shoulder. “I love you, Kris.”
Kris smiled and pressed a small kiss to Adam’s ear before they gathered up their things and drove off together to the studio. Adam dropped in every time he had a minute of downtime to tell him again. When they got home and went to bed Kris couldn’t help smiling as Adam slid into the bed beside him instead of retreating to his own bed.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Kris asks Adam why he hasn’t been responding whenever Kris said ‘I love you’
Warnings: Cussing, Mourning of spouse’s death.
Notes: Two months after Stay Close, Don’t Go. Again, title from Secondhand Serenade of same name.
It was two months since Kris confessed to Adam. And for everyday since then he’d confessed again. When they woke up and met in the kitchen, he’d tell Adam he loved him, and whenever they met in the studio he’d tell Adam he loved him, and right before they fell asleep he’d tell Adam he loved him. Sixty days, and Kris had been the only one saying it. Adam only ever smiled and pressed a kiss to Kris’ temple or hugged him, never anything more.
“Why don’t you ever answer me?” Adam blinked up from his notebook, turning to look at Kris beside him.
“I answer you.” He said, then paused and smiled slightly. “What are you asking?”
Kris sighed and shook his head, dropping his pen onto his lap with his notebook. “I’m not asking anything.” He frowned. “You never say anything to me when I tell you I love you.”
Adam’s smile faltered and before Kris could continue he shut his notebook and rushed back to his bedroom, muttering something about it getting late. Kris glanced at the clock and frowned as he saw it was just past eight-thirty.
“Adam.” He watched the man across the table searching for an excuse to bolt again. Kris grumbled as he stood up. “You’re going to leave me again, aren’t you?”
Adam hesitated for a moment, halfway out of the kitchen, before he huffed out a sigh and sat next to Kris. He didn’t say anything for a while, just staring down at the tiled floor as if it would give him an answer. Finally, after drawing in a huge breath, he spoke. “I’m petrified, Kris.” His voice was small, reflecting his words. His hands were fisted in his jeans, and his eyes didn’t lift up for a moment to meet Kris. “I care for you, so damn much it’s scary. I want to give you everything, every fucking thing I could possibly give. And I’m so afraid that…” He trailed off. “I’m afraid that I’ll get hurt. If I lost you, god, Kris I have no idea how I’d go on. And that scares the shit out of me.” He finally looked up and his eyes were wide open, all of his fears clear in them. “If I admit it.” He continued, just barely above a breath. “I’m afraid I’ll mess up, I’ll lose you.”
Kris stared at him for a while then shook his head, smiling slightly. He cupped his hands around Adam’s chin and tilted his head up slightly, locking his eyes with the older man’s. “There’s no way I’m going to leave you. A year ago I would’ve thought I’d never be able to feel this way again, and I’m not letting it go this time.” Adam shook his head slightly, as well as he could and dropped his eyes to the floor again before Kris forced him to look back up, not continuing until their eyes met. “I mean it when I say I love you Adam. I do, and nothing you do or I do or anyone does is going to change that.”
Adam nodded slowly, his blue eyes staying on Kris the entire time. After a few seconds passed he smiled and leaned forward enough to lock his lips with Kris’. The closest they’d ever come to kissing was that day two months ago, that bare brush of lips. This was different; intense but gentle, emotional and full of so many silent expressions of love Kris’ eyes glasses over with tears. When Adam pulled away he choked out a harsh laugh, shaking his head and laying it on Kris’ shoulder. “I love you, Kris.”
Kris smiled and pressed a small kiss to Adam’s ear before they gathered up their things and drove off together to the studio. Adam dropped in every time he had a minute of downtime to tell him again. When they got home and went to bed Kris couldn’t help smiling as Adam slid into the bed beside him instead of retreating to his own bed.