Ignorance In Pieces (14/?)
Title: Ignorance In Pieces (14/?)
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: This story is a WIP, therefore from now on I will be posting everyother day, possibly longer if I don't get the time to write. Sorry! And this is ultimately a Kradam story, but there is A LOT of Kradison - if you're not into that then don't read it and please don't pm me complaining. For those of you who've held on this whole time, I appreciate it - and trust me, it will be worth it in the end! :D
Notes: I'm sorry! I still <3 Kris though!
Other parts: http://adamissexable.livejournal.com/2431.html
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“Gokey, what the hell man? Why you pissin all on my happy parade?” Kris lifted his head up from his lap to see what Matt was whining about. He might have looked pretty funny had the situation been any different. Matt was seated, back against the couch, bag of Doritos between his legs and an Xbox controller in his palm - the other hand held a chip and he had it behind his head as if he was about to hurl it at Danny.
Danny just chuckled, “Bro, you just tried to rift your way through the entire Call of Duty theme song while simultaneously murdering innocent people. You deserved the piss.”
Matt looked incredulous, flinging the chip forward and Kris watched it break against Danny’s glasses - fighting back a smile. These guys were ridiculous, had they not seen what went down tonight? He couldn’t say much though, Kris envied them for their sense of humor at a time like this.
“Innocent? Dude, dude, dude. Hold up.” Matt turned his head towards Kris and Danny, eyeing them both seriously, expression grave, “These bastards just murdered Chernov. Chernov!”
Kris was now biting back hysterical laughter as Matt continued, “I have to avenge his death. The Germans will not get away with this.” He looked back towards the screen before adding haughtily and smirking, “So no, these are not innocent people.”
Danny had lost it a long time ago - the whole couch was shaking with his silent laughter as Kris just smiled and shook his head, amused, before deciding to get up and check on the rest of the group.
He walked over to the door directly behind him, knocking on it lightly. When Kris heard the approval to enter, he opened the door and slid inside. Megan and Lil were sitting on the bed in pajamas, facing each other - both forms etched with anxiety.
Lil appraised Kris’s appearance briefly before launching into a question nervously, “Hey honey, have you been able to talk to Allison at all? She keeps saying she’s okay and that she just needs time alone, but…” She trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
Kris knew exactly what she meant, though, and felt guilt wrack his body - he hadn’t even attempted to check on her since they got here. After clearing the okay to get a room and denying their handlers’ help, he’d taken a few minutes just to relax - mind clear and muscles limp - in the living area.
He shook his head slowly, worry now apparent on his face, “I saw her walk out to the balcony, but I haven’t seen or heard from her since.”
Lil rose from the bed, expression torn between anxiety and curiosity. “Hm. I think I’m going to go check-,” Megan cut her off, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back down, “No, she’s fine. Just give her some time, she’s strong.” Megan smiled half-heartedly at Lil, a lame attempt at reassurance covering her features before turning her stormy eyes to Kris.
“Do the managers know we’re here, Kris?” She cocked her head to the side, the question not really holding any meaning - like she was speaking just to hear something other than the tense silence that surrounded them.
Kris replied wearily, head suddenly throbbing at the remembrance of every string he had to pull to get here. “Yes. They weren’t happy about it but then again they didn’t really have a choice. I just told them we were exhausted and wanted to sleep somewhere other than the buses.”
Megan nodded her head thoughtfully, her eyes softening even more when she asked the next question. “What about,” she stuttered before clearing her throat and continuing, “what about the guy?”
She didn’t need to reiterate on who ‘the guy’ was. Kris tensed the second the words left her mouth, heart beat picking up pace - thrashing against his rib cage. He looked just past Megan before speaking, voice slighter and utterly exhausted, “Before we left I went and told the manager that we’d found him unconscious outside.”
Upon seeing Lil’s obvious disapproval, he continued - voice rising in anger, “What the hell else was I supposed to do? I couldn’t just leave him there and if I told them the truth, well…we could have been in some massive trouble.” Kris rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand sluggishly, cursing inwardly for not being able to speak his name.
Megan cocked her head to the side, noticing how Kris stuttered over Adam’s name, staring at him for a few seconds before responding - adamant but still soft, “It’s okay, honey. Just relax. Breathe.” She watched him inhale deeply a few times before continuing, an edge of solemnity woven into a barely teasing tone, “Besides. If Adam hadn’t beaten the shit out of that man, I would.” Lil nodded her head imperceptibly in agreement.
Kris’s entire body tensed at the name and statement. Megan was right - on so many different levels. But he couldn’t get his stance to shift, no matter what thoughts coaxed his mental state.
Megan eyed Kris, studying his acute movements at the mention of certain subjects. She kept her attention on his hazel eyes, barely noticing the discoloration of the right side of his face. “How’s your jaw?” She watched him speculatively, eyes grazing over his expressions carefully.
Kris’s hand jumped to cup the right side of his face reflexively, wincing slightly at the contact. He’d forgotten about it until now, not that it didn’t hurt like a bitch just that more important things were on his mind. Or unimportant things, if you count the exchange between Danny and Matt. Besides, his head was still throbbing from the alcohol and he couldn’t be too attentive with much.
Kris answered her quickly, the lie rolling off of his tongue effortlessly, “Fine.” There were a few awkward moments, the girls not believing Kris in the slightest, before he spoke up again, saying the first thing that came to his mind, “I…uh, good night girls.”
He decided now was the best time to leave - not only to avoid any more confrontation - but also because the girls obviously weren’t accepting the lame answer. They said their goodnights slowly, both looking at Kris oddly - like he had sprouted an extra head.
Kris ignored their questioning glances as he exited the room and headed towards the decent sized kitchen - which was to his left, facing the flat screen in which Matt was still playing his video game on. Gokey was dozing on the arm of the couch, jerking awake every time Matt whooped with delight at something he’d done.
He continued to the refrigerator, grabbing three bottles of water, setting two of them down on the counter, and twisting the cap off of one for himself. He let the water slide eagerly down his throat, draining half of the bottle in one swig, not realizing how thirsty he’d been until now. Wiping his mouth on his sleeve, he gathered the other two water bottles and headed towards the bathroom he knew Adam occupied.
Kris took slow, reluctant steps forward, counting each one methodically in his head - back through the living room, into the other bedroom, stopping at the bathroom door. Juggling one water bottle to his other arm, he lifted his free hand to knock on the door hesitantly.
He spoke up, voice timid and surprisingly throaty, “Adam.” Kris’s lack of composure wavered even more, the name that fell from his lips burning like acid the entire way out - chest thumping unevenly. He pressed closer to the door, putting his ear up against it when there wasn’t a response. Hearing running water and assuming Adam was showering, he left the bottle of water on the floor - like he said, more confrontation tonight was a bad idea.
Kris’s hand jumped to his jaw when he thought about their earlier ‘conversation’ - both flinching and sighing when the moist, coolness of it connected with his skin. He turned around, hand still rubbing at his jaw and almost jumped when he saw Allison on the balcony, leaning precariously over the edge of the railing.
Hopping over the bed, he dashed towards her - almost hitting the nearly invisible glass door in the process. He slid the door open haphazardly, halting when Allison turned around suddenly.
Her eyes were bloodshot, flat, and she held herself loosely - looking like it was a great effort just to stand up. She eyed him wearily, her tired gaze flickering from his jaw, to the water bottle in his hand, and then back up to meet his eyes.
Kris had no clue how to proceed, no clue what to say. He was almost positive she was leaning a little too far over the railing just to be taking in the view. Kris felt a shudder run through him at what he thought Allison was about to do. He tried not to dwell on it too long, remembering the broken girl who looked like she might collapse at any second.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward again, slowly, trying to project comfort. He halted when panic flashed in her eyes, all of the exhaustion in her body being replaced by raw fear, before she pressed harder into the railing at her back, free hand jumping to clutch her stomach. Kris’s heart thudded and he lifted his hand awkwardly, running it roughly through his hair, trying to figure out what to do next.
He spoke up, voice as quiet and soothing as possible, “Alli, are you okay?” What a stupid question.
Allison shook her head fiercely before responding - voice hoarse and ragged, “I’m fine, Kris. Just…please, just go.”
Kris blanched momentarily, before nodding his head and setting the water bottle onto the glass table next to her. He glanced up at her one last time, another fissure forming in his already torn heart before turning around and slipping through the door.
He wouldn’t allow the shudder that threatened to roll through his body, nor the tears that sat anxiously in the corners of his eyes - waiting to fall. Kris was going to leave the suite, letting his feet carry them wherever they may. He felt helpless and defeated and he was too tired to deal with anything else at this time. Kris didn’t bother to tell anyone where he was going because he wasn’t positive of that himself.
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