Making It Up - Part 3
Title: Making it Up - Part 3
Verse: Addi Baba
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.
After their month long endeavor digging water wells in Ethiopia, the men took a vacation to Cape Town, South Africa where they were rudely interrupted by a case of malaria. Addi felt horrible ruining their trip and promised Kris he’d make it up to him. Months have passed and finally Addi finds the perfect opportunity … or so he thought.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
So sorry for the delay, super busy with work and college. Hope the next part won't be so late is coming.
Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/91622.html
Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/91306.html
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
“Oh my God Addi … what have you done?”
The small smile on Addi’s face faded away. He didn’t know what to say.
Kris turned away, looking back at the tarmac, the hard reality that didn’t lead to the ski slopes of Sweden but the curving roads of Arkansas, the roads that led him away years ago … roads he hadn’t expected to travel again this soon.
“I … I thought you would be pleased Kristopher. I thought you missed your family.”
“I do,” Kris replied quietly into the morning air before turning to his lover. He forced a smile onto his face. “I do Addi.”
“Then why …?”
No longer able to bear the disappointment on Addi’s face, Kris stepped forward and hugged him tight. It took a moment but Addi hugged him back.
“Never mind me,” Kris laughed, “I guess I was looking forward to skiing more than I thought. This is … this is a much better way to spend the holiday. Thank you.”
Addi let out the air he was holding and smiled a genuine smile.
“I just want you to be happy Habibi.”
“I am.” He held on as his brain spun a hundred miles an hour. “My family … do they know we’re coming?”
“They do. I wanted to check with your mother and father to make sure they would be here.”
“Oh, they’d be here. They don’t go away for Christmas … Christmas comes to them.”
“And now Kristopher comes to them.”
“And so does his sexy boyfriend.” Kris let go, wiping a tear that glistened in the corner of his eye. “I’m surprised they aren’t here meeting us … Are they here? At the airport?”
“Your mother wanted to but I told her I wasn’t sure about our arrival time. I promised we’d call as soon as we landed so she could be ready when we arrived.”
Kris laughed and his lover cocked an eyebrow.
“Mama always has to be ready for guests … she prides herself on her Southern hospitality.”
He looked around and finding his phone, he sat down and pressed speed dial. As it rang, Addi stood nearby, seemingly unsure of what to do. Patting the seat beside him, Addi joined Kris on the couch, fingers splayed over the smaller man’s knee.
“Hello Mama.”
“Why the hell am I nervous, I shouldn’t be nervous, they’re my family so why should I be nervous … oh my God, their presents! I don’t have their presents!!!!”
A hand on his arm ceased his babbling.
“Take a breath Habibi, you couriered their presents the other day, remember?”
“When I thought we were going to Stockholm.”
“Yes. I’m sure they arrived before we did.” Addi cupped his lover’s cheek. “Shall we go in?”
“Sure, sure … but, can I have a sec.”
Addi was getting more and more perplexed. Kris kept jumping back and forth from happy to not so. Had something happened between him and his parents that Addi that didn’t know about?
Neither man had any more time to think when the front door burst open and a woman in jeans and a sweater ran down the stairs towards them, her blond hair bopping on her shoulders.
“Kristopher! You’re finally here!”
Without a word, Kris got out of their rented car and opened his arms, just in time to stop a collision. Despite his initial resignations, the young man wrapped him mama in a bear hug and held on for dear life, inhaling deeply the aroma of baking pie, fresh bread and home.
Lost in the reunion, it took him a moment to realize his arms were empty and that his mama was face to face with his lover.
“Mama, this is ….”
She batted her son’s shoulder playfully.
“Now Kristopher, there’s no need for introductions.” Kim turned her attention back to her guest. “This may be our first time meeting in person but Addi is no stranger.” She beamed up at him and Addi blushed. “Skype doesn’t do you justice.” Kim opened her arms wide and without hesitation, he stepped into her welcome. “This is a long time coming. Welcome to our home sweetie and Merry Christmas.”
Kris cleared his throat, “Um, mama … Addi doesn’t, you know, celebrate the holiday.”
“Kristopher, its fine. Anytime we can celebrate peace and love is alright with me.”
“Oooo, I like you,” Kim sighed, taking both men by the arm and leading them towards the house. “Let’s get you two out of the cold. Must be such a shock from Dubai.”
“It’s refreshing for sure,” Addi replied, trying to sound nonchalant though he couldn’t feel his toes.
“Well, let’s get you boys inside and warmed up.”
Kim took each young man by the arm and let them escort her inside. A wash of memories wrapped Kris in their warmth and Addi stood in awe. He’d seen holiday decorations in Dubai and other places around the world but he’d never been in someone’s home for the occasion. The perfect creations of designers extraordinaire couldn’t hold a candle to the Allen’s home. A fire crackled in the fireplace (making Addi sweat in his sweater), cards lined the mantle and homemade decorations filled the tree. Addi stepped closer and spotted two ornaments, each saying ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ with photos inserted. Obviously, they were Kristopher and his brother Daniel.
“Oh sweet Lord, she still puts that one up?” Kris sighed, spotting his baby picture.
“I think it’s adorable,” Addi quickly kissed his man’s cheek, “and you still are.”
Kris leaned in for a proper kiss than got Mama-blocked.
“You two must be exhausted after your flight. Let me take you to your rooms.”
“Rooms?” Kris asked, not liking what he thought he heard.
“Yes … rooms … as in two.”
“Maaamaaaa,” Kris whined, “We’ve been living together nearly a year. My bed’s big enough.”
“That’s true son but under my roof, you sleep in separate rooms.”
Addi felt an argument brewing and cut in quickly.
“Kristopher, its fine with me. We are in your family’s home … we should abide by their wishes.”
“But what about my wishes?!”
Addi gave a look that Kris had learned meant ‘end of discussion’.
Kim hugged her son.
“I know you think it’s because you’re with a man but believe me son, even if you brought home a girl, I’d still insist you sleep in separate rooms. Call me old fashioned but no one shares a bed in this house unless there’s a ring on the finger.”
Kim left the men alone - in their respective rooms - then headed downstairs to continue fixing dinner. She really didn’t expect them to stay put but she had to make the effort; after all, she was a God fearing woman and had a reputation to uphold, even if she sabotaged herself by putting those two in rooms side by side.
As soon as Kris heard the last creak of the last tread of the stairs in the front hall, he was out of his room and falling through Addi’s threshold. His lover must have been waiting to do the same thing and tried to step out but Kris fell in instead. Thankfully, Addi had quick reflexes and caught him before he hit the hardwood floor.
“How long are we staying?”
“Your mother wanted us for Christmas and New Year’s.”
“So we have to sneak around for a week?”
Addi pulled Kris close and nibbled his neck.
“ I … ummm … guess it’s kinda … yeah, mmmm … hot.”
Kris lifted his foot and shut the door with it, not caring if it made noise.
“Lock?” Addi asked, his lips now on his man’s chin.
“Yeah.”
Addi reached over his shoulder and flicked the switch before settling his hand just above the waistband of Kris’ pants.
“How much time?”
“Mama usually likes to eat at 6:30.”
“That’s more than enough time.”
They moved as one towards the bed.
“Time for what?”
Addi spun them around, gently pushed Kris onto the bed, then climbed on himself.
“For a tasty appetizer.”
“How’s your meal Addi.”
“It’s delicious Kim. Much better than the meatloaf I made Kris.”
Kim laughed, “Yes, Kris told me about that. Oh sweetie, don’t worry,” she reassured him as his face got red, “the first time I made it for Neil, I forgot to put anything in but the meat … and I left it in too long. It looked like a pile of dog shit.”
Addi burst out laughing and kissed her cheek. Kris could only drop his fork at the shock of hearing his mother swear.
“Oh come now Kristopher, times change and we must change with them.”
“Says the women who won’t let me sleep in the same bed as my boyfriend.”
“Baby steps son … baby steps.”
Dinner continued and so did the conversation. Kris sat silently and ate, listening to two of his favorite people getting to know each other. Still, the more they talked, the more a lump formed in his stomach that had nothing to do with the meatloaf. By the time dessert came around, his mama started asking about their flight from Dubai and he couldn’t swallow a thing.
“It must have so tiring, being confined on a plane for so long.”
“True, it is a long flight but we had plenty of room to move around.”
“Oh, you must have been in first class … or is it executive class … I’m never sure. Anyway, I mean you must have had plenty of room to stretch out.”
Addi rose an eyebrow, “My plane ….”
“We didn’t take a commercial flight,” Kris blurted out, “We, um … we had a private jet.”
“A private jet?! Sweetheart, I know you’re making good money but don’t waste it on a private jet!”
Addi was getting very confused.
“We didn’t … I mean … it was a loaner ….” Shit.
“Kristopher?”
Kris looked at Addi, then at his mama, and saw the hole he was digging getting big enough to swallow the house.
“The plane belongs to the Sheikh.”
“Oh! Well, it’s a little unorthodox but it was nice of him to let you borrow it. I imagine he has many planes.”
“He does! He does … he insisted … wanted us to have a nice vacation.”
Kim turned to Addi. “Obviously your boss thinks highly of you both. He must be wonderful to work for.”
“Work … for?” Addi looked at Kris. His man’s eyes were pleading and despite the anger rising in his chest, he replied, “Yes, he’s very understanding … most of the time.” He wiped his mouth and pushed his chair back. “Thank you again Kim, dinner was delicious. The jetlag is catching up with me and I should turn in. I’ll see you in the morning.” She smiled and he turned hurt eyes upon his boyfriend, “I’ll see you in the morning as well. Good night.”
Verse: Addi Baba
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.
After their month long endeavor digging water wells in Ethiopia, the men took a vacation to Cape Town, South Africa where they were rudely interrupted by a case of malaria. Addi felt horrible ruining their trip and promised Kris he’d make it up to him. Months have passed and finally Addi finds the perfect opportunity … or so he thought.
Disclaimer: I do not own anyone involved. Entirely a figment of my imagination. Not intended to offend any group.
So sorry for the delay, super busy with work and college. Hope the next part won't be so late is coming.
Part 2 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/91622.html
Part 1 ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/91306.html
Addi Baba Masterlist ~ http://cunningdeb.livejournal.com/88865.html
“Oh my God Addi … what have you done?”
The small smile on Addi’s face faded away. He didn’t know what to say.
Kris turned away, looking back at the tarmac, the hard reality that didn’t lead to the ski slopes of Sweden but the curving roads of Arkansas, the roads that led him away years ago … roads he hadn’t expected to travel again this soon.
“I … I thought you would be pleased Kristopher. I thought you missed your family.”
“I do,” Kris replied quietly into the morning air before turning to his lover. He forced a smile onto his face. “I do Addi.”
“Then why …?”
No longer able to bear the disappointment on Addi’s face, Kris stepped forward and hugged him tight. It took a moment but Addi hugged him back.
“Never mind me,” Kris laughed, “I guess I was looking forward to skiing more than I thought. This is … this is a much better way to spend the holiday. Thank you.”
Addi let out the air he was holding and smiled a genuine smile.
“I just want you to be happy Habibi.”
“I am.” He held on as his brain spun a hundred miles an hour. “My family … do they know we’re coming?”
“They do. I wanted to check with your mother and father to make sure they would be here.”
“Oh, they’d be here. They don’t go away for Christmas … Christmas comes to them.”
“And now Kristopher comes to them.”
“And so does his sexy boyfriend.” Kris let go, wiping a tear that glistened in the corner of his eye. “I’m surprised they aren’t here meeting us … Are they here? At the airport?”
“Your mother wanted to but I told her I wasn’t sure about our arrival time. I promised we’d call as soon as we landed so she could be ready when we arrived.”
Kris laughed and his lover cocked an eyebrow.
“Mama always has to be ready for guests … she prides herself on her Southern hospitality.”
He looked around and finding his phone, he sat down and pressed speed dial. As it rang, Addi stood nearby, seemingly unsure of what to do. Patting the seat beside him, Addi joined Kris on the couch, fingers splayed over the smaller man’s knee.
“Hello Mama.”
“Why the hell am I nervous, I shouldn’t be nervous, they’re my family so why should I be nervous … oh my God, their presents! I don’t have their presents!!!!”
A hand on his arm ceased his babbling.
“Take a breath Habibi, you couriered their presents the other day, remember?”
“When I thought we were going to Stockholm.”
“Yes. I’m sure they arrived before we did.” Addi cupped his lover’s cheek. “Shall we go in?”
“Sure, sure … but, can I have a sec.”
Addi was getting more and more perplexed. Kris kept jumping back and forth from happy to not so. Had something happened between him and his parents that Addi that didn’t know about?
Neither man had any more time to think when the front door burst open and a woman in jeans and a sweater ran down the stairs towards them, her blond hair bopping on her shoulders.
“Kristopher! You’re finally here!”
Without a word, Kris got out of their rented car and opened his arms, just in time to stop a collision. Despite his initial resignations, the young man wrapped him mama in a bear hug and held on for dear life, inhaling deeply the aroma of baking pie, fresh bread and home.
Lost in the reunion, it took him a moment to realize his arms were empty and that his mama was face to face with his lover.
“Mama, this is ….”
She batted her son’s shoulder playfully.
“Now Kristopher, there’s no need for introductions.” Kim turned her attention back to her guest. “This may be our first time meeting in person but Addi is no stranger.” She beamed up at him and Addi blushed. “Skype doesn’t do you justice.” Kim opened her arms wide and without hesitation, he stepped into her welcome. “This is a long time coming. Welcome to our home sweetie and Merry Christmas.”
Kris cleared his throat, “Um, mama … Addi doesn’t, you know, celebrate the holiday.”
“Kristopher, its fine. Anytime we can celebrate peace and love is alright with me.”
“Oooo, I like you,” Kim sighed, taking both men by the arm and leading them towards the house. “Let’s get you two out of the cold. Must be such a shock from Dubai.”
“It’s refreshing for sure,” Addi replied, trying to sound nonchalant though he couldn’t feel his toes.
“Well, let’s get you boys inside and warmed up.”
Kim took each young man by the arm and let them escort her inside. A wash of memories wrapped Kris in their warmth and Addi stood in awe. He’d seen holiday decorations in Dubai and other places around the world but he’d never been in someone’s home for the occasion. The perfect creations of designers extraordinaire couldn’t hold a candle to the Allen’s home. A fire crackled in the fireplace (making Addi sweat in his sweater), cards lined the mantle and homemade decorations filled the tree. Addi stepped closer and spotted two ornaments, each saying ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ with photos inserted. Obviously, they were Kristopher and his brother Daniel.
“Oh sweet Lord, she still puts that one up?” Kris sighed, spotting his baby picture.
“I think it’s adorable,” Addi quickly kissed his man’s cheek, “and you still are.”
Kris leaned in for a proper kiss than got Mama-blocked.
“You two must be exhausted after your flight. Let me take you to your rooms.”
“Rooms?” Kris asked, not liking what he thought he heard.
“Yes … rooms … as in two.”
“Maaamaaaa,” Kris whined, “We’ve been living together nearly a year. My bed’s big enough.”
“That’s true son but under my roof, you sleep in separate rooms.”
Addi felt an argument brewing and cut in quickly.
“Kristopher, its fine with me. We are in your family’s home … we should abide by their wishes.”
“But what about my wishes?!”
Addi gave a look that Kris had learned meant ‘end of discussion’.
Kim hugged her son.
“I know you think it’s because you’re with a man but believe me son, even if you brought home a girl, I’d still insist you sleep in separate rooms. Call me old fashioned but no one shares a bed in this house unless there’s a ring on the finger.”
Kim left the men alone - in their respective rooms - then headed downstairs to continue fixing dinner. She really didn’t expect them to stay put but she had to make the effort; after all, she was a God fearing woman and had a reputation to uphold, even if she sabotaged herself by putting those two in rooms side by side.
As soon as Kris heard the last creak of the last tread of the stairs in the front hall, he was out of his room and falling through Addi’s threshold. His lover must have been waiting to do the same thing and tried to step out but Kris fell in instead. Thankfully, Addi had quick reflexes and caught him before he hit the hardwood floor.
“How long are we staying?”
“Your mother wanted us for Christmas and New Year’s.”
“So we have to sneak around for a week?”
Addi pulled Kris close and nibbled his neck.
“ I … ummm … guess it’s kinda … yeah, mmmm … hot.”
Kris lifted his foot and shut the door with it, not caring if it made noise.
“Lock?” Addi asked, his lips now on his man’s chin.
“Yeah.”
Addi reached over his shoulder and flicked the switch before settling his hand just above the waistband of Kris’ pants.
“How much time?”
“Mama usually likes to eat at 6:30.”
“That’s more than enough time.”
They moved as one towards the bed.
“Time for what?”
Addi spun them around, gently pushed Kris onto the bed, then climbed on himself.
“For a tasty appetizer.”
“How’s your meal Addi.”
“It’s delicious Kim. Much better than the meatloaf I made Kris.”
Kim laughed, “Yes, Kris told me about that. Oh sweetie, don’t worry,” she reassured him as his face got red, “the first time I made it for Neil, I forgot to put anything in but the meat … and I left it in too long. It looked like a pile of dog shit.”
Addi burst out laughing and kissed her cheek. Kris could only drop his fork at the shock of hearing his mother swear.
“Oh come now Kristopher, times change and we must change with them.”
“Says the women who won’t let me sleep in the same bed as my boyfriend.”
“Baby steps son … baby steps.”
Dinner continued and so did the conversation. Kris sat silently and ate, listening to two of his favorite people getting to know each other. Still, the more they talked, the more a lump formed in his stomach that had nothing to do with the meatloaf. By the time dessert came around, his mama started asking about their flight from Dubai and he couldn’t swallow a thing.
“It must have so tiring, being confined on a plane for so long.”
“True, it is a long flight but we had plenty of room to move around.”
“Oh, you must have been in first class … or is it executive class … I’m never sure. Anyway, I mean you must have had plenty of room to stretch out.”
Addi rose an eyebrow, “My plane ….”
“We didn’t take a commercial flight,” Kris blurted out, “We, um … we had a private jet.”
“A private jet?! Sweetheart, I know you’re making good money but don’t waste it on a private jet!”
Addi was getting very confused.
“We didn’t … I mean … it was a loaner ….” Shit.
“Kristopher?”
Kris looked at Addi, then at his mama, and saw the hole he was digging getting big enough to swallow the house.
“The plane belongs to the Sheikh.”
“Oh! Well, it’s a little unorthodox but it was nice of him to let you borrow it. I imagine he has many planes.”
“He does! He does … he insisted … wanted us to have a nice vacation.”
Kim turned to Addi. “Obviously your boss thinks highly of you both. He must be wonderful to work for.”
“Work … for?” Addi looked at Kris. His man’s eyes were pleading and despite the anger rising in his chest, he replied, “Yes, he’s very understanding … most of the time.” He wiped his mouth and pushed his chair back. “Thank you again Kim, dinner was delicious. The jetlag is catching up with me and I should turn in. I’ll see you in the morning.” She smiled and he turned hurt eyes upon his boyfriend, “I’ll see you in the morning as well. Good night.”