Nightmares
Title: Nightmares
Rating: PG
Summary: Kris is worried about Adam going on tour again.
Warnings: Recurring nightmare involving violence.
Notes: A month after Like a Knife, overall 15 months after Vulnerable. Title credit to Secondhand Serenade.
“Kris?” Adam’s voice broke through Kris’ nightmare, cutting through the horrific images to bring him back into the light. His eyes rolled open and he stared up at Adam through the tears. He looked healthy, Adam was okay, he was alive. Just for assurance he wrapped his arms around Adam’s body and pulled himself into his chest. Adam chuckled lightly and started carding his fingers through Kris’ hair as he laid back against the bed. “Are you okay?”
“Nightmare.” Kris muttered. He didn’t want to mention that Adam was the star of it, and especially didn’t want to mention what happened. He wanted to put it behind himself and forget about it but considering he’d been having them every night since Adam had agreed to start touring again.
He lifted his eyes up to Adam’s as a spare image from the nightmare flickered into his head. The nightmares were always the same; Adam would be taken away from him - he couldn’t even think… the other word - during the tour. He knew he couldn’t tell Adam, he’d just stay for Kris but Adam hadn’t toured since the funeral and his producers and, more importantly, his fans were getting anxious.
“You know, sometimes it helps to tell someone else about your nightmares.” Kris focused his eyes back at Adam and frowned. “Just saying. You’ve been having nightmares every time you go to sleep, I just want to help.”
Kris shook his head and uncurled himself from Adam, standing up from the bed and moving out of the room to get some clothes from the guest room. Adam followed after him. “Kris, they’re just dreams.” A warm hand fell onto Kris’ shoulder, stilling his own hand in the closet. “Just little blips of images that work from your worries and fears; there’s nothing to worry about.”
“You’re taken away from me, Adam.” Kris pursed his lips together after and turned to face Adam. “Every time. Something happens to you during the tour to take you away from me.”
Adam was quiet for a while, then Kris was suddenly embraced by warmth, Adam’s body wrapped around him. “I’m not going anywhere, Kris.” His lips curled in Kris’ hair. “Nothing’s getting rid of me that easily.”
Kris sighed and shook his head again, tears stinging his eyes now. “No. You don’t get it.” He pulled away, setting his eyes on Adam’s. “You could be taken away from me at any moment. The bus could crash or one of those protestors might try something or the ceiling could cave in at a hotel.” He shuddered and plastered himself back into Adam. “I’m not losing you.”
Adam was silent for a long while, and when Kris finally looked up he looked like he was struggling with something. “Do-” He sighed, releasing Kris and wrapping his arms around himself. “Do you want me to stay here?”
Kris wanted to say yes, so badly, but he couldn’t do that to Adam. They were musicians, they were meant to share their music. He set his eyes on the ground and gnawed on his lip for a moment before he answered. “No.” His voice sounded shrunken, too soft.
“I-” Adam was quiet for a little then moved to the nearest phone. “I’m going to call Lane. Cancel the tour.”
“No, Adam.” He reached around Adam and cleared the call before hanging it up and looking into Adam’s eyes. “I’m just being paranoid. I don’t want to lose you but.” He shuddered again and held onto Adam’s hands, squeezing them to anchor the both of them down. “There’s too much out there for me to worry like that. If it happens, God willing it won’t, but if you’re taken from me then it’s not anyone’s fault.” He frowned as Adam’s eyes darted away from him and squeezed again to get him to look back. “Especially not yours.”
Adam’s mouth opened and closed for a few moments before he lowered his head and nodded. “Sorry.” He looked at Kris sheepishly - it didn’t sit well on his face at all. “I’ll be careful, and call you every night.”
“Well you should do that, paranoid or not.” Kris smiled as Adam smirked. “And it’s just a states tour, so I’ll probably be able to come to a few of them.”
Adam nodded. “And it’s only three months.”
Kris smiled and leaned up on his tiptoes to press his lips to Adam’s. After a few minutes passed they parted, slightly out of breath, and Kris grinned up at Adam. “It’s going to be okay.” He was saying it more to himself than Adam but the taller man still nodded with a small smile.
With that Adam swept Kris off his feet and carried him over to the bed, laying over him and melding their lips together once more.
When they got back that night and managed to get to sleep after the seeming hours of dancing lips and wandering hands. Kris woke up the next morning, not having to wake up several times during the night. He smiled slightly and curled himself up against Adam again, peppering kisses all along the taller man’s neck until he turned over and, with a smirk, pressed their lips together.
Rating: PG
Summary: Kris is worried about Adam going on tour again.
Warnings: Recurring nightmare involving violence.
Notes: A month after Like a Knife, overall 15 months after Vulnerable. Title credit to Secondhand Serenade.
“Kris?” Adam’s voice broke through Kris’ nightmare, cutting through the horrific images to bring him back into the light. His eyes rolled open and he stared up at Adam through the tears. He looked healthy, Adam was okay, he was alive. Just for assurance he wrapped his arms around Adam’s body and pulled himself into his chest. Adam chuckled lightly and started carding his fingers through Kris’ hair as he laid back against the bed. “Are you okay?”
“Nightmare.” Kris muttered. He didn’t want to mention that Adam was the star of it, and especially didn’t want to mention what happened. He wanted to put it behind himself and forget about it but considering he’d been having them every night since Adam had agreed to start touring again.
He lifted his eyes up to Adam’s as a spare image from the nightmare flickered into his head. The nightmares were always the same; Adam would be taken away from him - he couldn’t even think… the other word - during the tour. He knew he couldn’t tell Adam, he’d just stay for Kris but Adam hadn’t toured since the funeral and his producers and, more importantly, his fans were getting anxious.
“You know, sometimes it helps to tell someone else about your nightmares.” Kris focused his eyes back at Adam and frowned. “Just saying. You’ve been having nightmares every time you go to sleep, I just want to help.”
Kris shook his head and uncurled himself from Adam, standing up from the bed and moving out of the room to get some clothes from the guest room. Adam followed after him. “Kris, they’re just dreams.” A warm hand fell onto Kris’ shoulder, stilling his own hand in the closet. “Just little blips of images that work from your worries and fears; there’s nothing to worry about.”
“You’re taken away from me, Adam.” Kris pursed his lips together after and turned to face Adam. “Every time. Something happens to you during the tour to take you away from me.”
Adam was quiet for a while, then Kris was suddenly embraced by warmth, Adam’s body wrapped around him. “I’m not going anywhere, Kris.” His lips curled in Kris’ hair. “Nothing’s getting rid of me that easily.”
Kris sighed and shook his head again, tears stinging his eyes now. “No. You don’t get it.” He pulled away, setting his eyes on Adam’s. “You could be taken away from me at any moment. The bus could crash or one of those protestors might try something or the ceiling could cave in at a hotel.” He shuddered and plastered himself back into Adam. “I’m not losing you.”
Adam was silent for a long while, and when Kris finally looked up he looked like he was struggling with something. “Do-” He sighed, releasing Kris and wrapping his arms around himself. “Do you want me to stay here?”
Kris wanted to say yes, so badly, but he couldn’t do that to Adam. They were musicians, they were meant to share their music. He set his eyes on the ground and gnawed on his lip for a moment before he answered. “No.” His voice sounded shrunken, too soft.
“I-” Adam was quiet for a little then moved to the nearest phone. “I’m going to call Lane. Cancel the tour.”
“No, Adam.” He reached around Adam and cleared the call before hanging it up and looking into Adam’s eyes. “I’m just being paranoid. I don’t want to lose you but.” He shuddered again and held onto Adam’s hands, squeezing them to anchor the both of them down. “There’s too much out there for me to worry like that. If it happens, God willing it won’t, but if you’re taken from me then it’s not anyone’s fault.” He frowned as Adam’s eyes darted away from him and squeezed again to get him to look back. “Especially not yours.”
Adam’s mouth opened and closed for a few moments before he lowered his head and nodded. “Sorry.” He looked at Kris sheepishly - it didn’t sit well on his face at all. “I’ll be careful, and call you every night.”
“Well you should do that, paranoid or not.” Kris smiled as Adam smirked. “And it’s just a states tour, so I’ll probably be able to come to a few of them.”
Adam nodded. “And it’s only three months.”
Kris smiled and leaned up on his tiptoes to press his lips to Adam’s. After a few minutes passed they parted, slightly out of breath, and Kris grinned up at Adam. “It’s going to be okay.” He was saying it more to himself than Adam but the taller man still nodded with a small smile.
With that Adam swept Kris off his feet and carried him over to the bed, laying over him and melding their lips together once more.
When they got back that night and managed to get to sleep after the seeming hours of dancing lips and wandering hands. Kris woke up the next morning, not having to wake up several times during the night. He smiled slightly and curled himself up against Adam again, peppering kisses all along the taller man’s neck until he turned over and, with a smirk, pressed their lips together.