Books, Glitter and Hearts of Foam 19/?
Title: Books, Glitter and Hearts of Foam 19/?
Rating: R
Summary: Adam sees Kris’ apartment for first time; things don’t end up quite as they planned.
Warnings: Cussing, flashbacks with mentions of blood, hints at M/M sex.
Notes: Getting this up before I have to go off for a bit. Hopefully the time away will juice up my brain a bit.
He seems nervous. Adam smiled as Kris pulled him along through the tight halls of the apartment complex. It’s not like I’m going to freak or anything. Unless he’s hiding some deep dark creepy secret in there. He bit into his cheek to stop from giggling; he doubts there’s anything even remotely dark or creepy about Kris.
The keys rattled and then the door squeaked open and Kris hastily pulled them inside. “This is it…” Adam peered around; it was all mismatched furniture and photographs tacked onto white plaster walls. He smiled softly as he took a couple steps forward to look over a few pictures - Kris lost in a group of other graduates in bright blue caps and gowns, and again at a theme park hoisted on another man’s shoulders with the others laughing as he flailed. Adam chuckled, playing with the gold tassel dangling from the graduation photo before turning back to Kris.
He caught a glimpse of the guitar tucked into the corner before they moved back into the smaller bedroom. It was… cozy, to say the least. With the low ceiling - for him anyway - and the tight space it make him feel a little claustrophobic, but it was still nice, it fit Kris. “I like it.”
He did have to bite into his cheek to stop from laughing at the look Kris gave him, which lessened the tight feeling of the room. “You’re kidding.” Kris scoffed, falling onto the short bed. “It’s cheap and tiny and exactly the opposite from you.”
Adam smirked, falling onto the bed beside him and curling an arm around Kris’ waist. “It fits you.”
He got a skeptical look for that, and then a scowl. “Are you saying I’m cheap?”
Adam snorted, shaking his head. “I’m not saying your cheap.” He settled his head on top of Kris’, ruffling the puppy soft hair a bit. “I can say you’re so ridiculously adorable it should be illegal.”
Kris chuckled. “You’re so weird.” He sighed, slotting his head into Adam’s shoulder. “So you’re honestly alright with staying the night here?”
Adam rolled his eyes, pulling his head up to plant a kiss to Kris’ temple. “You’re also ridiculously silly in your worrying.” He laid back on the mattress, pulling Kris with him, smiling as the smaller man automatically curled into him. “Of course I’m going to stay here.” He said softer, bringing a hand up to card through Kris’ hair. “I wouldn’t care if I had to stay in a dank, moldy cave; as long as I was with you I’d love it.”
Kris was quiet for a bit, the only noise in the room their combined breathing, the clinking of the heater and the traffic through the open window. It was perfect, like they were in their own little bubble with all the bad memories and events shoved out to just make room for their love. As corny as it was to admit to himself, it made him feel warmer, like his heart just expanded about three sizes all just to accommodate the purely euphoric feelings for the man in his arms. Then it grew an infinite number of sizes when Kris lifted his head up from Adam’s neck and, with huge brown eyes and a slight curl to his gorgeous lips, said, “I love you.”
He’s going to make me into one huge sap, I know it. He smiled anyway, leaning his head up just enough to bring their mouths together in a muted kiss, ending only when his neck started to complain and even then he kept his head up enough to smile at his beautiful boyfriend for a few seconds. “I love you, too.” He squeezed his arms around Kris’ waist lightly, chuckling lightly at the happy, squeaking sounds Kris’ made as he settled back into Adam’s body, then leaned his head back down.
I could honestly spend the rest of my life like this. God, I love him so much it’s almost scary. Adam’s lips curled slightly as he closed his eyes, Kris’ soft breaths lulling him into sleep with thoughts only of the man he loved.
Adam woke with a start at the sound of a siren, his heart pounding in his chest when he realized he didn’t know where he was. “Kris?!” He looked around wildly for a moment, his hands curled too tightly in the bedspread and breaths coming too fast, the scream of the siren still echoing in his ears. For a moment he saw a flash of the lights against the wall and, instead of the red and blue being on a back drop of white plaster it fell on grimy brick.
Everything hurt, there was blood, too much… he couldn’t breathe, it hurt too much, and it was so loud, too fucking loud. “Adam…” The siren was shrieking and making his already aching head throb, his brain feeling like it was going to implode or explode or something, and everyone was screaming. “Adam.” He just wanted it to stop; he wanted the pain to go away, and the sticky feeling seeping into his clothes, and the person shaking him making his head hurt worse. Just everything to stop…
“Adam!” His eyes flickered open and wide brown eyes came into view. Kris… All the pain and noise drained away, that sickly feeling of fear sinking back into the back of his mind to be replaced by love. He smiled weakly and Kris let out a huge breath, his hands falling to his sides. He was holding me? Wait… He blinked a few times, and then groaned. I had another flashback… why the hell are they showing up after this long? I thought I was through with these.
Kris shifted back onto his heels, and Adam realized he was on the floor then. He sat up a little, ignoring Kris’ worried look, then looked over at him. “What happened?”
Kris swallowed. “I don’t know.” Shit. His voice was small, scared, he was playing with his fingers again only this time it wasn’t playful, it made Adam feel a little sick knowing that he made Kris that nervous. “I heard you yell and when I came in here you just collapsed. I… I tried to get you to come back but…” He shifted slightly, brown eyes flickering to the floor. “God… Adam, I didn’t know what to do.”
He felt nauseous; Kris’ voice was watery and he could see in the dim light from the streets below his cheeks glistening with tear tracks, and knowing that he was the one that put that there… “I’m okay.” He muttered, smiling weakly when Kris looked up at him. “It was just…” He hesitated for a moment, looking down at his nails before looking back up. “There was a siren that just made me think of that night and- You don’t have to close the window.” He watched as Kris stood up hastily and slammed the pane shut, cutting off all the noise from the outside. He sighed. “Please, I’m okay now.” He stood up, flinching internally when he saw the way Kris was holding himself. You did that, you have to fix that. “Kris, please, calm down…” He nuzzled into Kris’ shoulder, coiling his arms around his body and over the smaller man’s arms. “I’m alright…”
Kris didn’t speak for a while, it almost sounded like he didn’t breathe even. Then he inhaled sharply - shakily - and melted back into Adam, turning away from the window and burying himself into Adam’s chest. His voice was entirely too small for his liking when Kris spoke again. “I was so scared when I saw that.” He muttered; Adam could feel wetness leaking into his shirt but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. All he cared about at that moment was to make Kris better, get that loving bubble from before back. “I-I thought… something happened, like you were h-hurt.” His stomach clenched as Kris sobbed. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Shh…” He rubbed circles into Kris’ back, feeling worse with every hiccup. “It’s okay now, I’m okay.” He doesn’t need this now… why can’t I just be back to normal, this wouldn’t have happened if I was better. He sighed and settled them both on the bed, slowly bringing Kris down as his mind worked, reprimanding him for ruining their once-perfect night with the horrid flashbacks.
After a few minutes Kris sniffled, pulling away and then looking up at Adam sheepishly with red, puffy eyes. “Sorry.” He sighed, rubbing at his face harshly until Adam pulled the hand away and gently brushed the tears away silently. “I guess… all the crap this week just kind of hammered down all at once.” He frowned, staring into Adam’s eyes. “What… uh, what happened, exactly?”
Adam sighed. “The siren passed by and it was like being back at that night, just like before.” He huffed, shoulders slumping slightly. “I’m sorry I scared you…”
He jumped as Kris’ hand flicked down on his sharply. “You are not blaming yourself for this!” He gawped at Kris for a few seconds, watching as the stern face slowly turned gentle. “It’s not your fault, so you don’t get to put any of the blame on yourself. It was scary, I can understand that and I can understand what happened. I just… I don’t know what to do when that stuff happens.” His eyes settled down on his hands, twisting and turning again in the way that Adam liked. “I had no idea what was happening, and I didn’t know if you hurt yourself or anything when you fell, and… I was just lost.” He looked back up, chewing his lip now.
Adam nodded slowly, then glanced to the window. Stop beating yourself up, listen to him. They need to stop, yes, but it’s not your fault they’re happening. He sighed and looked back at Kris, smiling slightly. “Is there any chance we can go back to how this night was supposed to be?”
Kris smiled right back, wiping at his face one last time before standing up, brushing off and pulling Adam to his feet. “I was just prepping dinner, if you want to help me with anything you’re welcome to join me.” He certainly didn’t miss the suggestion there, not that it was exactly hard to.
He smirked, lacing their fingers together and following Kris out into the small kitchenette. “There’s no place else I’d rather be, my love.”
Rating: R
Summary: Adam sees Kris’ apartment for first time; things don’t end up quite as they planned.
Warnings: Cussing, flashbacks with mentions of blood, hints at M/M sex.
Notes: Getting this up before I have to go off for a bit. Hopefully the time away will juice up my brain a bit.
He seems nervous. Adam smiled as Kris pulled him along through the tight halls of the apartment complex. It’s not like I’m going to freak or anything. Unless he’s hiding some deep dark creepy secret in there. He bit into his cheek to stop from giggling; he doubts there’s anything even remotely dark or creepy about Kris.
The keys rattled and then the door squeaked open and Kris hastily pulled them inside. “This is it…” Adam peered around; it was all mismatched furniture and photographs tacked onto white plaster walls. He smiled softly as he took a couple steps forward to look over a few pictures - Kris lost in a group of other graduates in bright blue caps and gowns, and again at a theme park hoisted on another man’s shoulders with the others laughing as he flailed. Adam chuckled, playing with the gold tassel dangling from the graduation photo before turning back to Kris.
He caught a glimpse of the guitar tucked into the corner before they moved back into the smaller bedroom. It was… cozy, to say the least. With the low ceiling - for him anyway - and the tight space it make him feel a little claustrophobic, but it was still nice, it fit Kris. “I like it.”
He did have to bite into his cheek to stop from laughing at the look Kris gave him, which lessened the tight feeling of the room. “You’re kidding.” Kris scoffed, falling onto the short bed. “It’s cheap and tiny and exactly the opposite from you.”
Adam smirked, falling onto the bed beside him and curling an arm around Kris’ waist. “It fits you.”
He got a skeptical look for that, and then a scowl. “Are you saying I’m cheap?”
Adam snorted, shaking his head. “I’m not saying your cheap.” He settled his head on top of Kris’, ruffling the puppy soft hair a bit. “I can say you’re so ridiculously adorable it should be illegal.”
Kris chuckled. “You’re so weird.” He sighed, slotting his head into Adam’s shoulder. “So you’re honestly alright with staying the night here?”
Adam rolled his eyes, pulling his head up to plant a kiss to Kris’ temple. “You’re also ridiculously silly in your worrying.” He laid back on the mattress, pulling Kris with him, smiling as the smaller man automatically curled into him. “Of course I’m going to stay here.” He said softer, bringing a hand up to card through Kris’ hair. “I wouldn’t care if I had to stay in a dank, moldy cave; as long as I was with you I’d love it.”
Kris was quiet for a bit, the only noise in the room their combined breathing, the clinking of the heater and the traffic through the open window. It was perfect, like they were in their own little bubble with all the bad memories and events shoved out to just make room for their love. As corny as it was to admit to himself, it made him feel warmer, like his heart just expanded about three sizes all just to accommodate the purely euphoric feelings for the man in his arms. Then it grew an infinite number of sizes when Kris lifted his head up from Adam’s neck and, with huge brown eyes and a slight curl to his gorgeous lips, said, “I love you.”
He’s going to make me into one huge sap, I know it. He smiled anyway, leaning his head up just enough to bring their mouths together in a muted kiss, ending only when his neck started to complain and even then he kept his head up enough to smile at his beautiful boyfriend for a few seconds. “I love you, too.” He squeezed his arms around Kris’ waist lightly, chuckling lightly at the happy, squeaking sounds Kris’ made as he settled back into Adam’s body, then leaned his head back down.
I could honestly spend the rest of my life like this. God, I love him so much it’s almost scary. Adam’s lips curled slightly as he closed his eyes, Kris’ soft breaths lulling him into sleep with thoughts only of the man he loved.
Adam woke with a start at the sound of a siren, his heart pounding in his chest when he realized he didn’t know where he was. “Kris?!” He looked around wildly for a moment, his hands curled too tightly in the bedspread and breaths coming too fast, the scream of the siren still echoing in his ears. For a moment he saw a flash of the lights against the wall and, instead of the red and blue being on a back drop of white plaster it fell on grimy brick.
Everything hurt, there was blood, too much… he couldn’t breathe, it hurt too much, and it was so loud, too fucking loud. “Adam…” The siren was shrieking and making his already aching head throb, his brain feeling like it was going to implode or explode or something, and everyone was screaming. “Adam.” He just wanted it to stop; he wanted the pain to go away, and the sticky feeling seeping into his clothes, and the person shaking him making his head hurt worse. Just everything to stop…
“Adam!” His eyes flickered open and wide brown eyes came into view. Kris… All the pain and noise drained away, that sickly feeling of fear sinking back into the back of his mind to be replaced by love. He smiled weakly and Kris let out a huge breath, his hands falling to his sides. He was holding me? Wait… He blinked a few times, and then groaned. I had another flashback… why the hell are they showing up after this long? I thought I was through with these.
Kris shifted back onto his heels, and Adam realized he was on the floor then. He sat up a little, ignoring Kris’ worried look, then looked over at him. “What happened?”
Kris swallowed. “I don’t know.” Shit. His voice was small, scared, he was playing with his fingers again only this time it wasn’t playful, it made Adam feel a little sick knowing that he made Kris that nervous. “I heard you yell and when I came in here you just collapsed. I… I tried to get you to come back but…” He shifted slightly, brown eyes flickering to the floor. “God… Adam, I didn’t know what to do.”
He felt nauseous; Kris’ voice was watery and he could see in the dim light from the streets below his cheeks glistening with tear tracks, and knowing that he was the one that put that there… “I’m okay.” He muttered, smiling weakly when Kris looked up at him. “It was just…” He hesitated for a moment, looking down at his nails before looking back up. “There was a siren that just made me think of that night and- You don’t have to close the window.” He watched as Kris stood up hastily and slammed the pane shut, cutting off all the noise from the outside. He sighed. “Please, I’m okay now.” He stood up, flinching internally when he saw the way Kris was holding himself. You did that, you have to fix that. “Kris, please, calm down…” He nuzzled into Kris’ shoulder, coiling his arms around his body and over the smaller man’s arms. “I’m alright…”
Kris didn’t speak for a while, it almost sounded like he didn’t breathe even. Then he inhaled sharply - shakily - and melted back into Adam, turning away from the window and burying himself into Adam’s chest. His voice was entirely too small for his liking when Kris spoke again. “I was so scared when I saw that.” He muttered; Adam could feel wetness leaking into his shirt but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. All he cared about at that moment was to make Kris better, get that loving bubble from before back. “I-I thought… something happened, like you were h-hurt.” His stomach clenched as Kris sobbed. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Shh…” He rubbed circles into Kris’ back, feeling worse with every hiccup. “It’s okay now, I’m okay.” He doesn’t need this now… why can’t I just be back to normal, this wouldn’t have happened if I was better. He sighed and settled them both on the bed, slowly bringing Kris down as his mind worked, reprimanding him for ruining their once-perfect night with the horrid flashbacks.
After a few minutes Kris sniffled, pulling away and then looking up at Adam sheepishly with red, puffy eyes. “Sorry.” He sighed, rubbing at his face harshly until Adam pulled the hand away and gently brushed the tears away silently. “I guess… all the crap this week just kind of hammered down all at once.” He frowned, staring into Adam’s eyes. “What… uh, what happened, exactly?”
Adam sighed. “The siren passed by and it was like being back at that night, just like before.” He huffed, shoulders slumping slightly. “I’m sorry I scared you…”
He jumped as Kris’ hand flicked down on his sharply. “You are not blaming yourself for this!” He gawped at Kris for a few seconds, watching as the stern face slowly turned gentle. “It’s not your fault, so you don’t get to put any of the blame on yourself. It was scary, I can understand that and I can understand what happened. I just… I don’t know what to do when that stuff happens.” His eyes settled down on his hands, twisting and turning again in the way that Adam liked. “I had no idea what was happening, and I didn’t know if you hurt yourself or anything when you fell, and… I was just lost.” He looked back up, chewing his lip now.
Adam nodded slowly, then glanced to the window. Stop beating yourself up, listen to him. They need to stop, yes, but it’s not your fault they’re happening. He sighed and looked back at Kris, smiling slightly. “Is there any chance we can go back to how this night was supposed to be?”
Kris smiled right back, wiping at his face one last time before standing up, brushing off and pulling Adam to his feet. “I was just prepping dinner, if you want to help me with anything you’re welcome to join me.” He certainly didn’t miss the suggestion there, not that it was exactly hard to.
He smirked, lacing their fingers together and following Kris out into the small kitchenette. “There’s no place else I’d rather be, my love.”