Jambo Rafiki - Part 4
Title: Jambo Rafiki - Part 4
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: Kris Allen left his life behind in the States to follow the intriguing Sheikh Addi Baba (Adam) and work for his foundation. During a trip to Amsterdam, Kris made contact with a charity that brings water to those who don’t have it. Addi’s organization decided to invest and Kris and Addi (and bodyguard Amir) are heading off on the adventure of a lifetime to lead a hand.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
‘Jambo Rafiki’ is Swahili for ‘Hello Friend’.
Another short post but I think you’ll enjoy it *winks*
Jambo Part 3 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/89819.html
Jambo Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/89522.html
Jambo Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/89321.html
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
~*~*~*~
Once they left the hospital, the trip to the village took just 20 minutes. Though it had started out rough - particularly for Addi - by the time they left, both felt a sense of renewal.
For Kris, it had been a long journey just to get here and he was exhausted and had been complaining that his back hurt. After spending time with these folks, talking to them with help from the hospital’s interpreters, learning about their daily lives and trials, he knew he had no right to complain about a few aching muscles.
He came into this adventure wanting to help … now he needed to help.
They really didn’t have any time to chat but Addi couldn’t stop himself, asking the staff and doctors all sorts of questions about the illnesses and diseases they encountered, their working conditions and what needed improving. His caring heart reached out and drew everyone in. He’d carried in boxes laden with medical supplies and departed with a small slip of paper containing contact names, phone numbers, and a list of what he and his charity could do further to make life easier.
Kris wanted to gather his man into his arms and show him how proud he was but he couldn’t. This was Day One of a two week visit and he was already questioning if he was going to make it. It was a different world for them and they had to be careful.
The truck came around a hill and the village appeared. Round houses with conical roofs dotted the land and the top of the hill, many with a rectangular building that appeared to be a shed or small barn, going by the goats grazing on the brown grass. A crowd of cheering villagers greeted them with song and dance. Tim was in the forefront with the other members of the team.
“We were getting worried.”
“Sorry Tim, that was my fault,” Addi declared. “I ….”
“He just had to talk to everyone,” Kris interjected. “He’s such a people person.”
“Well, you’re here now.”
Tim introduced the men to the head of the village and his family. As a sign of respect and appreciation, Kris and Addi were told the man was giving them his huts to use for as long as they stayed. He invited them to settle in as the village prepared a feast in their honour. Before either man you say it wasn’t necessary, Tim whispered it would be an insult to turn down the gesture so they smiled and thanked everyone graciously.
The family’s homes were on the top of the hill. With backpacks slung over their shoulders and ruck sack’s in hand, they moved upward. There was a worn path but it curved and dipped and went over piles of rocks. While the huts were round like the ones at the bottom of the hill, made of mud and thatch, they were bigger. Addi, Kris, Amir, and Tim lodged in one while the rest of the team lodged in the other around 30 feet away. Inside the floors were compacted dirt and it smelled like … well, you can guess what it smelled like since livestock often shared the same dwelling … but it was cooler than the temperatures outside. Tim turned on a lantern so Addi and Kris could lay out their mats and set up their few belongings.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” he smiled, heading for the door. “I have to make arrangements for the dig tomorrow. The party will be ready in about an hour. Don’t be late.”
Kris followed Tim outside into the sunlight, just in time to see the rest of the team going downhill.
“Don’t you need us for anything?”
Tim shook his head.
“It’s all technical logistics right now. Tomorrow, we’ll put you to work don’t worry. Rest up and I’ll see you for dinner.”
“Oh … okay.”
Tim waved and walked away. It took Kris mere seconds to realize he and Addi were alone ….
… for an hour.
Kris high-tailed it into their hut, ready to rip off his clothes and make love to his man.
Unfortunately, Addi and Amir were being practical and unpacking. After a brief battle in his conscience, Kris realized they really should be settled in … after all, that was what they were supposed to be doing … and then, when that was done, they could get down to it.
They’d done a lot of research before they left on what they should bring. Just because they were in Africa, it didn’t mean it would be hot all the time. Along with the cool clothing for the daytime, they brought warmer clothes for night when it could get cold. They also packed sturdy shoes and work boots, hats and raincoats. The men had put together a first aid kit with the help of Addi’s doctor. Inside they’d crammed a thermometer, Band-Aids, gauze bandages, scissors, pain relief medicine, sore throat medicine, nausea medicine, diarrhea medicine, broad-spectrum antibiotics, disinfectant ointment and insect repellent.
Kris kept flashing knowing grins Addi’s way. Addi, however, was having trouble attaching the mosquito net and Kris was too caught up in his anticipation to think about helping him. Amir thankfully stepped in and in no time they were done.
The bodyguard looked between the two men, spending more time looking at Kris, and then suddenly remembered he was meeting someone somewhere and that he’d see them at the welcome dinner.
“I think I need a lay down,” Addi sighed, stretching his arms above his head and riding his shirt up.
Kris smiled and moved in.
“I concur.”
Hands circled the sheikh’s waist and played with the top of his pants. Addi sighed again and brought his arms down, encircling his lover.
“I know Habibi, I want to be with you too. But we can’t.”
Habibi turned him around and nibbled his jaw.
“But we can. Tim and Amir have left us alone for the next hour. This may be our only chance for a while.” Kris’ lips worked their way down his man’s neck and his hands were sliding under the taller man’s shirt, “Please?”
Addi extracted himself from Kris’ embrace and went to the entrance. Holding aside the cloth that acted as a door, the man looked around.
“Satisfied?” Kris asked, the button above his jean’s zipper popping open.
In reply, Addi covered the distance between them in two giant steps and swept Kris into his arms, devouring the smaller man’s lips. Shuffling and stepping on each other’s feet, they made their way to a mat and laid down. Shirts stayed on but pants came off. Hoping for a moment like this, Kris had one solitary condom in his bag and nearly become hysterical when it eluded him.
“Kristopher … my backpack … hurry.”
Tossing his bag aside, Kris ravaged Adam’s until he found the treasure and a little package of lube. Scurrying back, he wet his fingers and worked on himself frantically while Addi rolled on the condom before using the rest of the lube. Once they finally connected, all was right in their little corner of the world … or their little hut. Arms braced on either side of Addi’s head, Kris did all the moving as Addi held his hips. The room was hot … stifling … and crowded?
Addi’s eyes were closed and Kris was too preoccupied to spot their visitors at first. It wasn’t until there was a snort that the busy young man gazed up through his sweaty bangs at the pair of beady eyes staring at them. A flash of light sliced the darkness as another set of eyes watched them, and then a third.
“What the …,” Kris grunt.
“Maa-maaaaa … maa-maaaaaaa ….”
Addi’s eyes snapped open and he looked towards the entrance too.
“Well,” Kris deadpanned, “I guess we’re not the only one’s looking to get milked.”
Rural village - http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6068/6059261304_9fc655a5f9_b.jpg
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: adam/kris
Summary: AU: Kris Allen left his life behind in the States to follow the intriguing Sheikh Addi Baba (Adam) and work for his foundation. During a trip to Amsterdam, Kris made contact with a charity that brings water to those who don’t have it. Addi’s organization decided to invest and Kris and Addi (and bodyguard Amir) are heading off on the adventure of a lifetime to lead a hand.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
‘Jambo Rafiki’ is Swahili for ‘Hello Friend’.
Another short post but I think you’ll enjoy it *winks*
Jambo Part 3 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/89819.html
Jambo Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/89522.html
Jambo Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/89321.html
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
~*~*~*~
Once they left the hospital, the trip to the village took just 20 minutes. Though it had started out rough - particularly for Addi - by the time they left, both felt a sense of renewal.
For Kris, it had been a long journey just to get here and he was exhausted and had been complaining that his back hurt. After spending time with these folks, talking to them with help from the hospital’s interpreters, learning about their daily lives and trials, he knew he had no right to complain about a few aching muscles.
He came into this adventure wanting to help … now he needed to help.
They really didn’t have any time to chat but Addi couldn’t stop himself, asking the staff and doctors all sorts of questions about the illnesses and diseases they encountered, their working conditions and what needed improving. His caring heart reached out and drew everyone in. He’d carried in boxes laden with medical supplies and departed with a small slip of paper containing contact names, phone numbers, and a list of what he and his charity could do further to make life easier.
Kris wanted to gather his man into his arms and show him how proud he was but he couldn’t. This was Day One of a two week visit and he was already questioning if he was going to make it. It was a different world for them and they had to be careful.
The truck came around a hill and the village appeared. Round houses with conical roofs dotted the land and the top of the hill, many with a rectangular building that appeared to be a shed or small barn, going by the goats grazing on the brown grass. A crowd of cheering villagers greeted them with song and dance. Tim was in the forefront with the other members of the team.
“We were getting worried.”
“Sorry Tim, that was my fault,” Addi declared. “I ….”
“He just had to talk to everyone,” Kris interjected. “He’s such a people person.”
“Well, you’re here now.”
Tim introduced the men to the head of the village and his family. As a sign of respect and appreciation, Kris and Addi were told the man was giving them his huts to use for as long as they stayed. He invited them to settle in as the village prepared a feast in their honour. Before either man you say it wasn’t necessary, Tim whispered it would be an insult to turn down the gesture so they smiled and thanked everyone graciously.
The family’s homes were on the top of the hill. With backpacks slung over their shoulders and ruck sack’s in hand, they moved upward. There was a worn path but it curved and dipped and went over piles of rocks. While the huts were round like the ones at the bottom of the hill, made of mud and thatch, they were bigger. Addi, Kris, Amir, and Tim lodged in one while the rest of the team lodged in the other around 30 feet away. Inside the floors were compacted dirt and it smelled like … well, you can guess what it smelled like since livestock often shared the same dwelling … but it was cooler than the temperatures outside. Tim turned on a lantern so Addi and Kris could lay out their mats and set up their few belongings.
“I’ll leave you two to it,” he smiled, heading for the door. “I have to make arrangements for the dig tomorrow. The party will be ready in about an hour. Don’t be late.”
Kris followed Tim outside into the sunlight, just in time to see the rest of the team going downhill.
“Don’t you need us for anything?”
Tim shook his head.
“It’s all technical logistics right now. Tomorrow, we’ll put you to work don’t worry. Rest up and I’ll see you for dinner.”
“Oh … okay.”
Tim waved and walked away. It took Kris mere seconds to realize he and Addi were alone ….
… for an hour.
Kris high-tailed it into their hut, ready to rip off his clothes and make love to his man.
Unfortunately, Addi and Amir were being practical and unpacking. After a brief battle in his conscience, Kris realized they really should be settled in … after all, that was what they were supposed to be doing … and then, when that was done, they could get down to it.
They’d done a lot of research before they left on what they should bring. Just because they were in Africa, it didn’t mean it would be hot all the time. Along with the cool clothing for the daytime, they brought warmer clothes for night when it could get cold. They also packed sturdy shoes and work boots, hats and raincoats. The men had put together a first aid kit with the help of Addi’s doctor. Inside they’d crammed a thermometer, Band-Aids, gauze bandages, scissors, pain relief medicine, sore throat medicine, nausea medicine, diarrhea medicine, broad-spectrum antibiotics, disinfectant ointment and insect repellent.
Kris kept flashing knowing grins Addi’s way. Addi, however, was having trouble attaching the mosquito net and Kris was too caught up in his anticipation to think about helping him. Amir thankfully stepped in and in no time they were done.
The bodyguard looked between the two men, spending more time looking at Kris, and then suddenly remembered he was meeting someone somewhere and that he’d see them at the welcome dinner.
“I think I need a lay down,” Addi sighed, stretching his arms above his head and riding his shirt up.
Kris smiled and moved in.
“I concur.”
Hands circled the sheikh’s waist and played with the top of his pants. Addi sighed again and brought his arms down, encircling his lover.
“I know Habibi, I want to be with you too. But we can’t.”
Habibi turned him around and nibbled his jaw.
“But we can. Tim and Amir have left us alone for the next hour. This may be our only chance for a while.” Kris’ lips worked their way down his man’s neck and his hands were sliding under the taller man’s shirt, “Please?”
Addi extracted himself from Kris’ embrace and went to the entrance. Holding aside the cloth that acted as a door, the man looked around.
“Satisfied?” Kris asked, the button above his jean’s zipper popping open.
In reply, Addi covered the distance between them in two giant steps and swept Kris into his arms, devouring the smaller man’s lips. Shuffling and stepping on each other’s feet, they made their way to a mat and laid down. Shirts stayed on but pants came off. Hoping for a moment like this, Kris had one solitary condom in his bag and nearly become hysterical when it eluded him.
“Kristopher … my backpack … hurry.”
Tossing his bag aside, Kris ravaged Adam’s until he found the treasure and a little package of lube. Scurrying back, he wet his fingers and worked on himself frantically while Addi rolled on the condom before using the rest of the lube. Once they finally connected, all was right in their little corner of the world … or their little hut. Arms braced on either side of Addi’s head, Kris did all the moving as Addi held his hips. The room was hot … stifling … and crowded?
Addi’s eyes were closed and Kris was too preoccupied to spot their visitors at first. It wasn’t until there was a snort that the busy young man gazed up through his sweaty bangs at the pair of beady eyes staring at them. A flash of light sliced the darkness as another set of eyes watched them, and then a third.
“What the …,” Kris grunt.
“Maa-maaaaa … maa-maaaaaaa ….”
Addi’s eyes snapped open and he looked towards the entrance too.
“Well,” Kris deadpanned, “I guess we’re not the only one’s looking to get milked.”
Rural village - http://farm7.staticflickr.com/6068/6059261304_9fc655a5f9_b.jpg
