Ignorance In Pieces (12/?)
Title: Ignorance In Pieces (12/?)
Author: adamissexable
Pairing: Kradam and Kradison friendship
Rating: NC 17
Summary: During Tour. Kris is trying to get over his failure of a marriage and sort out his newfound 'feelings' for his best friend. Adam catches Kris in a compromising position - angst, sexytimes, and laughter ensue.
Disclaimer: Though I wish some of it were real, it's most likely probably definitely not.
Warnings/Notes: I don't know how much longer I'll be able to post everyday, this is still a WIP and I'm good, but not that good!
On the other hand, WARNING: VIOLENCE AND MENTION OF ABUSE. DO NOT READ if you have triggers.
Other parts: http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/2431.html
You know the drill, read and review! :D
He had caught the older man unaware though, and Adam’s balance faltered as Kris watched Adam fall backwards, his head hitting the pavement beneath him with an audible thump.
Adam’s eyes flickered open and he was fully aware of where he was, what had just happened, and the anger that still flooded him. Kris was bent over him, their faces a foot apart, and Adam could see Kris’s wet lashes clearly. He’d been crying, but Adam couldn’t bring himself to give a shit as to why when he sat up quickly, ignoring the stab of pain that echoed in his skull.
Standing up he faced Kris, looking him in the eyes for the first time since inside the club and couldn’t wrap his head around the emotions in them. He wouldn’t because if he did, everything would rush back to him - the fact that he might have killed a man, the fact that his baby sister was almost fucking raped right in front of his eyes, or the fact that the man he loved more than anything in the world was staring right at him, completely heartbroken. No, he wouldn’t let a single emotion touch him tonight, not besides the one he clutched onto right now.
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Kris stared right into Adam’s eyes, unaware of everybody else watching them - waiting to see what was about to happen. The emotions fled through Adam’s bright blue eyes like an open book, it was one of the very few times Kris could read everything Adam was thinking. Regret, guilt, shame, pain, fury. Like a little slideshow on Adam’s face, each emotion tugging at his eyes or lips or eyebrows a certain way - making it visible as to what he was feeling.
Adam’s eyes had stopped on fury and Kris watched as the anger intensified, he could practically see the heat that radiated through Adam’s veins. Kris watched as his lips tightened and he heard the snap of his teeth as they clamped together. His eyebrows had come closer together and his nostrils were flaring. Adam’s body had begun to visibly shake and Kris almost didn’t even realize the fist flying at him until he staggered backwards, hand clutching at his own jaw, whilst the pain flared. He rubbed at his face tenderly, thinking what the fuck, when he saw Adam take steps forward towards him anger still evident in his eyes - another emotion in his eyes distracted him though, he just couldn’t put a finger on it. Why the hell are you worrying about what he’s feeling, he’s coming right at you, moron. Move!
“God dammit, Adam,” it was a high pitched screech from somewhere near the emergency exit, saving Kris from having to flee. Adam’s head swiveled to the sound, watching as Allison stomped her way over to him - she looked like Adam had seconds ago, and the blazing, ruby red hair seemed to flicker menacingly around her in the dim light. Kris’s eye moved to Adam’s, reading the emotion there and wasn’t surprised when the anger was almost completely gone - guilt, shame, and curiosity taking its place.
Allison was a few inches shorter than Adam but she might as well have been a foot taller when she planted her hands firmly on his shoulders and shoved. He fumbled backwards, grabbing onto her arm to keep from falling. A shudder rolled through her and she ripped her arm away, “Don’t fucking touch me you sadistic bastard.”
Kris heard the startled gasps of the others at the words that had just escaped Allison’s - innocent 17 year old Allison’s - mouth. There wasn’t much time to contemplate her words before she was screaming again.
“What the fuck are you doing?! First earlier backstage, and then you didn’t look at me the whole time we’ve been here until now. Not to mention the fact that you couldn’t even meet my god damn eyes when I was being raped right in front of you,” each and every expletive was like a slap and Kris watched Adam flinch each time. There was so much agony rolling through Adam’s face it projected through Kris’s body as well, and he wanted to step in and tell Allison to lay off.
Allison brought a hand up and slapped him with enough force to cause his cheek to turn the opposite way. The sound resonated throughout the otherwise quiet, peaceful night. Adam still didn’t speak though, didn’t move, just stood there staring into Allison’s eyes emotionlessly, while his cheek slowly turned a shade that matched Allison’s hair color.
“Kris didn’t fucking molest me did he?” Allison shoved his chest again with both hands causing him to stumble backwards, but she continued to move forward her voice spewing like venom when Adam didn’t answer. “I asked you a mother fucking question, Lambert.”
Adam looked right into her eyes, noticing her pupils had but all disappeared in her anger, and slowly shook his head ‘no.’
“Then why the hell did you hit him?” Allison screamed at him before her composure cracked and her voice shook with tears. “Adam, you could have killed Drew, and you had no problem doing it,” she looked him dead in the eye and he watched as her eyes grew emotionless, her expression morphing into a complete stranger’s before she continued, “I feel like I don’t even know you anymore.” She shoved one last time, putting all of her weight into it and he let her do it. He deserved the blow and so much more. Adam fell to his knees and just stayed there, staring down at the cracks in the concrete below him.
Kris watched Allison walk away; completely ignoring the concerned glances from the girls, as she stalked right past them and into the building. Kris looked at Matt and Danny - who stood, expressions anxious, in the same spot as the situation played out - and gestured for them to grab Adam with a jerk of his head in Adam’s direction. He didn’t think it was smart to be near Adam for a little while, at least until he cooled off.
Kris pulled out his iphone and called their driver before walking over to an unconscious Drew, checking his pulse to make sure he was still alive, then heading inside to find the manager. Kris’s head and jaw were throbbing, and he realized that despite his sobering up he still felt like shit. It was going to be one hell of a night - Kris looked around - well, morning.
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