Air-Conditioned Love 1/?
Title: Air-Conditioned Love 1/?
Rating: R
Summary: Kris gets a curious call from Adam and volunteers to take care of him when the glam rocker gets sick. He quickly finds out that there’s something terribly wrong with Adam.
Warnings: Some cussing, supernatural-shenanigans, some violence.
A/N: Another ‘insomniac-wouldn’t-go-away’ idea that popped into my head. And I am going to be descriptive in this. Favorite subject matter, as far as supernatural things go.
It was a normal day when he got the call, and at first it started out just like all the others they’d had since Idol ended. Adam would call, apologize for waking Kris up - “I’m still getting used to this time zone thing! I keep thinking you’re here or something.” - before they start swapping stories of what happened since their last call. Adam’s are usually quite a bit crazier, seeing as he was on an international tour and seeing all those different cultures and - let’s face it - it was Adam.
But Kris didn’t expect what he said next.
“What was that?”
Adam sighed. “Something bit me.”
Kris paused for a bit longer, hoping for something more to explain what he meant exactly until he chuckled. “Is this another one of those ‘kinky-sex-confessions’? ‘Cause I don’t think I can handle anymore of those.”
He could practically hear Adam rolling his eyes. “You’re hilarious. Seriously, I was just jogging around in London, you know, running off the post-show adrenaline and it was a really nice night. And don’t you dare roll your eyes, I can tell when you do that shit.” Kris smiled and stopped mid-eye roll before he settled back into the bed and let Adam continue. “I went down this street and there was something there. I couldn’t tell what exactly since it was too dark but whatever it was it was pissed at me and bit my leg.” Kris could hear the pout through the phone. “Ruined my new jeans.”
Kris choked back on his laugh and shook his head. “Are you okay?”
“No.” He paused for a moment and Kris’ heart sped up for a moment, concern for his friend rushing through every inch and he was about to go into full-mothering-mode when Adam spoke again. “I loved those jeans.”
Kris couldn’t hold back the laughter this time. He giggled endlessly and bit into his lip when someone else on the bus threw a pillow at his bunk. He shook his head as Adam audibly pouted some more. “You’re so weird, dude.”
Adam chuckled at that. “Look who’s calling the kettle black.” Kris snickered again, holding his hand over his mouth to keep the noise in. “I’m fine. I have a bit of a limp but nothing a nice week and a half long break won’t fix.” He yawned and Kris heard sheets shuffling in the background. “We’re getting ready to take off, I’ll call when we land back in LA.”
“Kay, we should be there by tomorrow so maybe we’ll meet up sometime.”
“Yeah maybe.” He yawned again. “Night.”
“Night.” The line went dead and Kris settled into his bunk, phone clutched to his chest as he drifted off into sleep.
He still hadn’t heard from Adam when he got back. Kris stared at his phone as he paced the recording studio. He tried concentrating on his music but he was too worried about Adam, he never forgot to call.
Halfway through the day he decided to call Adam’s house number again and let out a huge sigh of relief when he picked up. He frowned when he heard how weak the other man sounded. “What’s wrong?”
Adam groaned. “Hey Kris.” He paused for a moment before shuffling in his bed. “I think I have the flu or something.” He sighed. “I was really sick when we got back.”
Kris paused for a moment. “Are you alone?” He didn’t exactly like the idea of Adam being alone when he was sick. The silence on the other end told him everything he needed to know. “I’m coming over.”
“No, Kris.” Adam went into a coughing fit as he voice rose and Kris tied his converse a bit faster. “Y-you can’t get sick, too.”
“I don’t care. I’ll be there in fifteen.” He clicked the phone shut and shoved it into his jean pocket before grabbing his car keys and rushing out.
Adam looked horrible; his hair was sticking to his face from all the sweating and he had bruises around his eyes. Kris could see his throat was swollen from where he stood a few feet away from the bed. He seemed to have trouble moving around, too. “Here.” He reached an arm around the older man’s back and pulled him up. “How about we get you into the shower and I’ll make some tea for you.” He rolled his eyes at Adam’s grimace. “It’ll help your throat.”
Adam sighed and nodded. “Fine.” He swung his legs out and stood for about half a second before collapsing back onto the bed with a groan. “Dizzy…”
Kris chuckled lightly and helped him up before walking him to the bathroom. “How did you survive for two days like this?” He helped him out of his clothes and into the shower before letting him go, pausing to see if he could stand without wobbling. “You going to be okay?” Adam bobbed his head once and Kris left him, sighing in relief as he didn’t hear anything aside from the water rushing through the pipes.
When he came back with the tea Adam looked a lot more human; his face had some color back in it, the bruises had lightened up a little and he was actually smiling now. The smile, though, faded as his eyes fell on the cup in Kris’ hand. “Ugh, no.”
Kris shook his head and moved a chair up beside Adam. “You want to get better, don’t you?” Adam nodded slowly and he held the cup out to him. “Then drink. It’s not going to kill you.” He bit into his lip to hold back his laughter as Adam’s face scrunched up as he downed the drink. “Now lay down.” Adam obeyed this time and sighed as Kris pulled the duvet and a few blankets up to cover him. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”
Apparently those were the magic words, since as soon as Adam closed his eyes he seemed to be out. Kris chuckled and went downstairs to let Adam sleep in peace.
“Hey Krissy.” Kris blinked awake as he heard Adam. He looked up to see the man staring down at him, grinning. “You know I have a guest bedroom, right?”
Kris stared at him for a minute - Adam looked great, it seemed like he wasn’t sick at all, aside from the slight roughness of his voice - before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “The couch is fine.” He mumbled then looked back at him. He was in a tank top and shorts and freshly showered. “You feeling better?”
Adam nodded. “Yeah, I don’t feel sick anymore.” He held his leg up. “That bite is stinging like a bitch, though.” Kris gaped at the bruised and scabbed area that took up a good five inches of the man’s calf. “It’s burning a lot more than usual.” He pouted. “I couldn’t even put on jeans or anything it hurt so bad.”
Kris shook his head. “That looks horrible.” He looked up at him. “What did the doctor say?” He narrowed his eyes as Adam ducked his head. “You did go to a doctor, didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “I figured gauze and peroxide would do.” He frowned. “It hurt to walk, okay? I didn’t exactly moving more than I had to. And some quack prodding at it wouldn’t make it any better.”
“You could’ve figured out what did it, maybe. And what if it was poisonous or something?” He picked up his phone. “I’m calling someone to come look at it.” He glared back at Adam’s pout and shook his head. “That’s a bad bite, Adam.”
“Okay, mother.” He smirked at Adam’s yelp as he swatted the man. “Hey! No hitting the injured!”
He spent a few moments trying to convince the doctor to come to Adam’s place before he hung up and leaned back into the couch. “He’ll be here in half an hour.” He slipped the phone into his pocket and looked up at him. “You’re stubborn.”
Adam shrugged with a small smile. “I just don’t give up to get what I want.” He waggled his eyebrows and laughed as Kris rolled his eyes and smacked him again.
“It looks like a wolf bite.” Kris arched a brow in almost perfect synchronization with Adam at that.
“What was a wolf doing in London?”
The doctor shrugged. “Stranger things have happened, Mr. Lambert.” He eased the leg back down and stood back up. “Just try to stay off of it as much as possible. If it starts swelling keep it elevated and wrap it with an ice pack.” He pulled out a small notebook and started scribbling onto it. “I’ll prescribe you some antibiotics, and Tylenol should work for the pain.” He tore off the slip and handed it to Kris before moving out of the house.
Adam sighed. “See? What good did that do?”
Kris rolled his eyes and wiggled the paper between his finger tips. “Faster healing.”
Adam smirked. “Why Mr. Allen! Are you supporting drug use? I never thought you were that type of man.”
Kris smacked him again before grabbing his keys and driving to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription.
When he came back Adam was back in the bed, his leg propped up under several pillows. He shrugged at Kris’ worried look. “It feels better like this. Not swelling or anything.” He reached his arms out with a smile. “Hug?”
Kris laughed at the childish glee when he leaned down and wrapped his arms around the singer as well as he could. “You’re a goof.” He sat on the bed beside Adam and popped open the bottle of pills. “You have to take one three times every day.” He picked up the bottle of water he got from the kitchen when he got back and handed it to Adam with one of the small oval tablets. He swallowed it down with a grimaced and laid back onto the bed. “You okay now?”
Adam nodded and pulled up the blankets, avoiding any contact with his leg then closed his eyes. “Tired now.” Kris nodded and quietly left the room as he heard Adam’s breaths slow.
When he went back into the room to help - force - Adam to take another antibiotic he found the man sweating again, groaning and turning haphazardly on the bed. He gently shook Adam awake and gave him a small smile as he stared up at Kris with glazed over eyes. “Here Adam, drink.” He tilted the bottle back and sighed in relief as the tablet seemed to go down easily. He left him finish off the rest of the bottle and laid him back down. “Go back to sleep, now.”
He watched Adam’s eyes roll shut and his breaths got further and further apart. Kris pulled up a chair right up next to the bed and watched Adam until he eventually fell asleep.
Kris was woken up by Adam thrashing around in the bed, loud whines and yelps echoing in the room. Kris shot up and grabbed Adam by the shoulders, shaking him to wake him up. When his eyes opened, at first Kris was sure his irises seemed to take up the entirety of his eyes, but a moment later it was just Adam staring up at him, panting and sounding almost on the verge of tears.
Kris shook his head and moved onto the bed beside Adam, avoiding hitting his leg at all, and wrapped his arms as well as he could around the larger body. He ran his hands up and down the older man’s back, murmuring soft assurances of ‘it’s okay’ and ‘I’m here now’ as Adam slowly fell back asleep.
Kris stayed awake for the rest of the night to make sure Adam would be okay. When Adam’s eyes blinked awake the next morning he smiled wearily down at him. “You okay now?”
Adam nodded slowly and buried his face into Kris’ shirt. “Had a nightmare.” He sighed. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”
He blinked at the way he talked; the words were choppy and said almost like he didn’t know how to pronounce them. Kris shook it off - Adam was probably still a bit weak and tired, it made sense - he moved his hand up to card through the older man’s hair, massaging his fingers through it. Adam sighed happily and moved as close as he could to Kris before falling back asleep.
Kris tucked his head as well as he could against Adam’s shoulder. It was awkward, but none-the-less he was dozing off within a few minutes.
Adam would start thrashing around and screaming every time Kris wasn’t curled around him. They seemed to get worse everyday, and by the time a week had passed since the first Kris knew he couldn’t leave as he’d thought. Adam was also starting to get a fever, his skin seeming to get more translucent and his body weaker as time passed.
Kris was going to call the doctor back, see if maybe the bite was infected, but every time he’d pick up the phone Adam would give him this look. He instead ended up plastered to Adam’s body every time, cooing into the older man’s ear and petting his hair until he fell asleep.
Kris found himself looking up werewolves on his iPhone the next day. Adam was knocked out completely, his hands wrapped around Kris’ waist, as he scrolled through an article he found.
He was staring at a diagram of how a werewolf changes when Adam started whimpering again. He shook his head and closed out of it, setting his phone on the nightstand before sliding down and cuddling into Adam.
He was being ridiculous; werewolves didn’t exist.
…Right?
Rating: R
Summary: Kris gets a curious call from Adam and volunteers to take care of him when the glam rocker gets sick. He quickly finds out that there’s something terribly wrong with Adam.
Warnings: Some cussing, supernatural-shenanigans, some violence.
A/N: Another ‘insomniac-wouldn’t-go-away’ idea that popped into my head. And I am going to be descriptive in this. Favorite subject matter, as far as supernatural things go.
It was a normal day when he got the call, and at first it started out just like all the others they’d had since Idol ended. Adam would call, apologize for waking Kris up - “I’m still getting used to this time zone thing! I keep thinking you’re here or something.” - before they start swapping stories of what happened since their last call. Adam’s are usually quite a bit crazier, seeing as he was on an international tour and seeing all those different cultures and - let’s face it - it was Adam.
But Kris didn’t expect what he said next.
“What was that?”
Adam sighed. “Something bit me.”
Kris paused for a bit longer, hoping for something more to explain what he meant exactly until he chuckled. “Is this another one of those ‘kinky-sex-confessions’? ‘Cause I don’t think I can handle anymore of those.”
He could practically hear Adam rolling his eyes. “You’re hilarious. Seriously, I was just jogging around in London, you know, running off the post-show adrenaline and it was a really nice night. And don’t you dare roll your eyes, I can tell when you do that shit.” Kris smiled and stopped mid-eye roll before he settled back into the bed and let Adam continue. “I went down this street and there was something there. I couldn’t tell what exactly since it was too dark but whatever it was it was pissed at me and bit my leg.” Kris could hear the pout through the phone. “Ruined my new jeans.”
Kris choked back on his laugh and shook his head. “Are you okay?”
“No.” He paused for a moment and Kris’ heart sped up for a moment, concern for his friend rushing through every inch and he was about to go into full-mothering-mode when Adam spoke again. “I loved those jeans.”
Kris couldn’t hold back the laughter this time. He giggled endlessly and bit into his lip when someone else on the bus threw a pillow at his bunk. He shook his head as Adam audibly pouted some more. “You’re so weird, dude.”
Adam chuckled at that. “Look who’s calling the kettle black.” Kris snickered again, holding his hand over his mouth to keep the noise in. “I’m fine. I have a bit of a limp but nothing a nice week and a half long break won’t fix.” He yawned and Kris heard sheets shuffling in the background. “We’re getting ready to take off, I’ll call when we land back in LA.”
“Kay, we should be there by tomorrow so maybe we’ll meet up sometime.”
“Yeah maybe.” He yawned again. “Night.”
“Night.” The line went dead and Kris settled into his bunk, phone clutched to his chest as he drifted off into sleep.
He still hadn’t heard from Adam when he got back. Kris stared at his phone as he paced the recording studio. He tried concentrating on his music but he was too worried about Adam, he never forgot to call.
Halfway through the day he decided to call Adam’s house number again and let out a huge sigh of relief when he picked up. He frowned when he heard how weak the other man sounded. “What’s wrong?”
Adam groaned. “Hey Kris.” He paused for a moment before shuffling in his bed. “I think I have the flu or something.” He sighed. “I was really sick when we got back.”
Kris paused for a moment. “Are you alone?” He didn’t exactly like the idea of Adam being alone when he was sick. The silence on the other end told him everything he needed to know. “I’m coming over.”
“No, Kris.” Adam went into a coughing fit as he voice rose and Kris tied his converse a bit faster. “Y-you can’t get sick, too.”
“I don’t care. I’ll be there in fifteen.” He clicked the phone shut and shoved it into his jean pocket before grabbing his car keys and rushing out.
Adam looked horrible; his hair was sticking to his face from all the sweating and he had bruises around his eyes. Kris could see his throat was swollen from where he stood a few feet away from the bed. He seemed to have trouble moving around, too. “Here.” He reached an arm around the older man’s back and pulled him up. “How about we get you into the shower and I’ll make some tea for you.” He rolled his eyes at Adam’s grimace. “It’ll help your throat.”
Adam sighed and nodded. “Fine.” He swung his legs out and stood for about half a second before collapsing back onto the bed with a groan. “Dizzy…”
Kris chuckled lightly and helped him up before walking him to the bathroom. “How did you survive for two days like this?” He helped him out of his clothes and into the shower before letting him go, pausing to see if he could stand without wobbling. “You going to be okay?” Adam bobbed his head once and Kris left him, sighing in relief as he didn’t hear anything aside from the water rushing through the pipes.
When he came back with the tea Adam looked a lot more human; his face had some color back in it, the bruises had lightened up a little and he was actually smiling now. The smile, though, faded as his eyes fell on the cup in Kris’ hand. “Ugh, no.”
Kris shook his head and moved a chair up beside Adam. “You want to get better, don’t you?” Adam nodded slowly and he held the cup out to him. “Then drink. It’s not going to kill you.” He bit into his lip to hold back his laughter as Adam’s face scrunched up as he downed the drink. “Now lay down.” Adam obeyed this time and sighed as Kris pulled the duvet and a few blankets up to cover him. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”
Apparently those were the magic words, since as soon as Adam closed his eyes he seemed to be out. Kris chuckled and went downstairs to let Adam sleep in peace.
“Hey Krissy.” Kris blinked awake as he heard Adam. He looked up to see the man staring down at him, grinning. “You know I have a guest bedroom, right?”
Kris stared at him for a minute - Adam looked great, it seemed like he wasn’t sick at all, aside from the slight roughness of his voice - before sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “The couch is fine.” He mumbled then looked back at him. He was in a tank top and shorts and freshly showered. “You feeling better?”
Adam nodded. “Yeah, I don’t feel sick anymore.” He held his leg up. “That bite is stinging like a bitch, though.” Kris gaped at the bruised and scabbed area that took up a good five inches of the man’s calf. “It’s burning a lot more than usual.” He pouted. “I couldn’t even put on jeans or anything it hurt so bad.”
Kris shook his head. “That looks horrible.” He looked up at him. “What did the doctor say?” He narrowed his eyes as Adam ducked his head. “You did go to a doctor, didn’t you?”
He shrugged. “I figured gauze and peroxide would do.” He frowned. “It hurt to walk, okay? I didn’t exactly moving more than I had to. And some quack prodding at it wouldn’t make it any better.”
“You could’ve figured out what did it, maybe. And what if it was poisonous or something?” He picked up his phone. “I’m calling someone to come look at it.” He glared back at Adam’s pout and shook his head. “That’s a bad bite, Adam.”
“Okay, mother.” He smirked at Adam’s yelp as he swatted the man. “Hey! No hitting the injured!”
He spent a few moments trying to convince the doctor to come to Adam’s place before he hung up and leaned back into the couch. “He’ll be here in half an hour.” He slipped the phone into his pocket and looked up at him. “You’re stubborn.”
Adam shrugged with a small smile. “I just don’t give up to get what I want.” He waggled his eyebrows and laughed as Kris rolled his eyes and smacked him again.
“It looks like a wolf bite.” Kris arched a brow in almost perfect synchronization with Adam at that.
“What was a wolf doing in London?”
The doctor shrugged. “Stranger things have happened, Mr. Lambert.” He eased the leg back down and stood back up. “Just try to stay off of it as much as possible. If it starts swelling keep it elevated and wrap it with an ice pack.” He pulled out a small notebook and started scribbling onto it. “I’ll prescribe you some antibiotics, and Tylenol should work for the pain.” He tore off the slip and handed it to Kris before moving out of the house.
Adam sighed. “See? What good did that do?”
Kris rolled his eyes and wiggled the paper between his finger tips. “Faster healing.”
Adam smirked. “Why Mr. Allen! Are you supporting drug use? I never thought you were that type of man.”
Kris smacked him again before grabbing his keys and driving to the pharmacy to pick up the prescription.
When he came back Adam was back in the bed, his leg propped up under several pillows. He shrugged at Kris’ worried look. “It feels better like this. Not swelling or anything.” He reached his arms out with a smile. “Hug?”
Kris laughed at the childish glee when he leaned down and wrapped his arms around the singer as well as he could. “You’re a goof.” He sat on the bed beside Adam and popped open the bottle of pills. “You have to take one three times every day.” He picked up the bottle of water he got from the kitchen when he got back and handed it to Adam with one of the small oval tablets. He swallowed it down with a grimaced and laid back onto the bed. “You okay now?”
Adam nodded and pulled up the blankets, avoiding any contact with his leg then closed his eyes. “Tired now.” Kris nodded and quietly left the room as he heard Adam’s breaths slow.
When he went back into the room to help - force - Adam to take another antibiotic he found the man sweating again, groaning and turning haphazardly on the bed. He gently shook Adam awake and gave him a small smile as he stared up at Kris with glazed over eyes. “Here Adam, drink.” He tilted the bottle back and sighed in relief as the tablet seemed to go down easily. He left him finish off the rest of the bottle and laid him back down. “Go back to sleep, now.”
He watched Adam’s eyes roll shut and his breaths got further and further apart. Kris pulled up a chair right up next to the bed and watched Adam until he eventually fell asleep.
Kris was woken up by Adam thrashing around in the bed, loud whines and yelps echoing in the room. Kris shot up and grabbed Adam by the shoulders, shaking him to wake him up. When his eyes opened, at first Kris was sure his irises seemed to take up the entirety of his eyes, but a moment later it was just Adam staring up at him, panting and sounding almost on the verge of tears.
Kris shook his head and moved onto the bed beside Adam, avoiding hitting his leg at all, and wrapped his arms as well as he could around the larger body. He ran his hands up and down the older man’s back, murmuring soft assurances of ‘it’s okay’ and ‘I’m here now’ as Adam slowly fell back asleep.
Kris stayed awake for the rest of the night to make sure Adam would be okay. When Adam’s eyes blinked awake the next morning he smiled wearily down at him. “You okay now?”
Adam nodded slowly and buried his face into Kris’ shirt. “Had a nightmare.” He sighed. “Don’t wanna talk about it.”
He blinked at the way he talked; the words were choppy and said almost like he didn’t know how to pronounce them. Kris shook it off - Adam was probably still a bit weak and tired, it made sense - he moved his hand up to card through the older man’s hair, massaging his fingers through it. Adam sighed happily and moved as close as he could to Kris before falling back asleep.
Kris tucked his head as well as he could against Adam’s shoulder. It was awkward, but none-the-less he was dozing off within a few minutes.
Adam would start thrashing around and screaming every time Kris wasn’t curled around him. They seemed to get worse everyday, and by the time a week had passed since the first Kris knew he couldn’t leave as he’d thought. Adam was also starting to get a fever, his skin seeming to get more translucent and his body weaker as time passed.
Kris was going to call the doctor back, see if maybe the bite was infected, but every time he’d pick up the phone Adam would give him this look. He instead ended up plastered to Adam’s body every time, cooing into the older man’s ear and petting his hair until he fell asleep.
Kris found himself looking up werewolves on his iPhone the next day. Adam was knocked out completely, his hands wrapped around Kris’ waist, as he scrolled through an article he found.
He was staring at a diagram of how a werewolf changes when Adam started whimpering again. He shook his head and closed out of it, setting his phone on the nightstand before sliding down and cuddling into Adam.
He was being ridiculous; werewolves didn’t exist.
…Right?