Ficlet: "Fantastic"
Title: "Fantastic"
Length: Short.
Rating: Would be G if not for Adam's language, which is R.
Summary: Adam misses Kris while he's on his international promo tour and Kris is in Africa.
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, not real. ♥
Kris was having a fantastic time.
An actual, legit, fucking fantastic time. Adam could tell. He could see it in the photos of Kris around the kids without shoes. Who had shoes now, thanks to Kris. Kris loved doing that stuff and Adam loved him for it -- he was better than Adam was, anyway, at any kind of real life outreach, no matter how often Adam thought he might want to try it, too.
hows it going?? Adam had texted, somewhere between France and Germany, and fuck if he knew what time it was in Rwanda. He fell asleep in the car.
He woke up later to his phone chirping way too cheerily, delivering shiny little gems of updates from Kris: he was doing great, doing a lot of good, spending time with the group, having dinner with Katy. He was having a fantastic time.
Adam sighed and shoved his phone back into the inside pocket of his jacket. He wasn't sure why it made him so upset, because he wanted Kris to be happy and he wanted all kinds of success for him and if he sounded great then of course he was great and even the photos didn't lie.
But some small, stupid, petty part of the back corner of his heart wanted Kris to be fucking miserable.
He wanted him to come back.
And it was moronic, really, because it wasn't like Adam was just sitting at home waiting for him or anything -- he was on the road, too. He was smiling for the cameras they stuck in his face and playing along for the radio interviews and chasing his own dream. Living his own life. And he sure as hell wouldn't wish the waiting kind of life on Kris, either, not when he could flourish like the amazing, vibrant person that he actually was.
Maybe it was Katy. Maybe it was some stupid jealousy situation that neither of them had any control over just yet.
love you miss you, Adam typed into his phone. Stared at it. Hit the back button until the message was erased.
It was kind of weird how easy it was after that to sleep until Germany.
Length: Short.
Rating: Would be G if not for Adam's language, which is R.
Summary: Adam misses Kris while he's on his international promo tour and Kris is in Africa.
Disclaimer: Don't know 'em, not real. ♥
Kris was having a fantastic time.
An actual, legit, fucking fantastic time. Adam could tell. He could see it in the photos of Kris around the kids without shoes. Who had shoes now, thanks to Kris. Kris loved doing that stuff and Adam loved him for it -- he was better than Adam was, anyway, at any kind of real life outreach, no matter how often Adam thought he might want to try it, too.
hows it going?? Adam had texted, somewhere between France and Germany, and fuck if he knew what time it was in Rwanda. He fell asleep in the car.
He woke up later to his phone chirping way too cheerily, delivering shiny little gems of updates from Kris: he was doing great, doing a lot of good, spending time with the group, having dinner with Katy. He was having a fantastic time.
Adam sighed and shoved his phone back into the inside pocket of his jacket. He wasn't sure why it made him so upset, because he wanted Kris to be happy and he wanted all kinds of success for him and if he sounded great then of course he was great and even the photos didn't lie.
But some small, stupid, petty part of the back corner of his heart wanted Kris to be fucking miserable.
He wanted him to come back.
And it was moronic, really, because it wasn't like Adam was just sitting at home waiting for him or anything -- he was on the road, too. He was smiling for the cameras they stuck in his face and playing along for the radio interviews and chasing his own dream. Living his own life. And he sure as hell wouldn't wish the waiting kind of life on Kris, either, not when he could flourish like the amazing, vibrant person that he actually was.
Maybe it was Katy. Maybe it was some stupid jealousy situation that neither of them had any control over just yet.
love you miss you, Adam typed into his phone. Stared at it. Hit the back button until the message was erased.
It was kind of weird how easy it was after that to sleep until Germany.