Honeytrap - Chapter Seven (of Eight)
Honeytrap - Chapter 7 of 8
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
NOTE: Hi everyone. So this story is wrapping up. If you haven’t noticed already, there is one more chapter after this, just in time for me as college starts up again in a few weeks. This is a rough chapter but I hope you all enjoy it. I promise the final one will be happier.
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CHAPTER 7: REVELATIONS
Three weeks had passed since San Francisco. Reggie never did bring up what happened between his boy and Donovan’s wife; Adam was thankful but also a tad worried. Maybe in some twisted way Reggie was grateful to Timothy for keeping Nora out of their hair while negotiations (amidst the soccer game) were going on. That night Adam let Reggie have his way but the next day, they spent a good four hours sightseeing before they got on the private jet and headed back to LA and reality kicked back in.
Their relationship had taken a turn for the better since then, the biggest sign being that Reggie brought Timothy to his home. It was a sprawling spread in the Hollywood Hills surrounded by an electrified fence and armed guards. All this security was meant to keep unwanted guests out but Adam also had the sense that it was meant to keep some things in. At first, Reggie just brought him there for dinner and sex before having his driver take him home. Timothy was always picked up and driven - never allowed to drive himself. After a week of that, Timothy stayed overnight twice. The guest was never entirely alone, being watched by O’Dowd’s men or under the scrutiny of security cameras everywhere. Thankfully, nothing detected the surveillance equipment he was wearing so conversations and observations shared in whispered tones still got thru to the Agency. On the downside, he couldn’t freely snoop.
There was only room without a camera connected to Reggie’s security system and Adam learned the reason for that the first night they had sex in his bedroom. O’Dowd liked being in control, whether in business or his private life. Adam became aware of this very early on in their relationship, earlier if you count the background information Agent Lambert read before transforming into Timothy Fairchild. The first night they had sex, he’d been introduced to Reggie’s penchant for being a little rough in bed. That lead to silken ties that held him to whichever headboard he found himself sprawled out in front of. Those bonds were easy for Reggie to carry around on their “dates”. Once they got to the man’s own bedroom, he expanded his equipment with cuffs, plugs, cock rings, vibrators and dildos. They were stored in a locked box that Adam had yet to look in; he was sure there were more surprises that would appear in time. It was obvious Reggie wanted at least one part of his life kept private and Adam was thankful for small favors. It was hard enough dealing with the glares and a few winks from those other men. If they’d witnessed the actual acts, it would be nearly unbearable.
For the first time, Timothy had been invited to stay the weekend. As it turned out, this was the grand finale of Agent Lambert’s assignment. Donovan and his crew came down from the Bay Area for the transfer of contraband and the money exchange. Friday night there was a BBQ and then everyone retired to their rooms for the night. Reggie shared with Timothy another new toy from his box.
Sunday morning Adam awoke to find the other side of the bed empty. He knew the kingpins were going to be in talks all day so he took his time getting up, enjoyed a long shower alone and dressing for comfort, not seduction. Adam tried to look self-entertained for any prying eyes but he was aware of everything going on around him, reporting his observations back to Kris and Matt with subtle, soft messages meant for their electronic ears only. A lot of O’Dowd’s business was behind closed doors but there was plenty of shop talk going on with the other men who accompanied their bosses.
If all went according to plan, by sunset on Sunday, O’Dowd would be off the streets and the world would be a little safer.
And if all went to plan, Adam would have his life back.
Reggie and Donovan were inside and Adam was out, sitting on a lounger under the patio awning. He started to think about everything he was missing while on assignment. Besides his own identity, he missed Kris. Whatever he thought about, whatever he wished he could do, Kris was always in the picture. He’d had a crush on him since they first met at the Police Academy but hadn’t let on. At the time Kris was engaged and Adam had to be happy with best friend status. During the wedding ceremony, when the minister asked if anyone had any reason - etc., etc., etc. - Adam objected in his head but kept silent otherwise. Then Kris’ marriage fell apart and Adam filled that void in Kris’ life in a platonic way. Over the years, the bond of friendship had only gotten stronger and Adam feared he’d started taking it … taking Kris … for granted.
He picked up a cold bottled water and pressed it against the heated skin on his face. As drips rolled down his cheek and along his jaw, his mind wandered back to San Francisco. If he closed his eyes, he could still smell the subtle aftershave Kris always wore and feel his friend’s fingers ghosting over the growing bruise Donovan gave him. When their eyes locked, something new was there. Adam didn’t want to overthink it, afraid if he did he’d convince himself there was nothing between them but space.
Still, once this assignment was over, he would reconsider the value of overthinking.
xXx
He watched him.
Every moment … minute … second they were in the same room, he watched him.
It wasn’t his job but he had to … he had to figure it out.
Since he’d seen him weeks ago, Curtis couldn’t solve the puzzle. It shouldn’t bother him; after all he never expected to run into him again ….
… until he did.
Curtis had worked for Donovan for nearly ten years. He wasn’t just a bodyguard; he was his boss’ eyes and ears. No one pays serious attention to a bodyguard, standing silently and menacingly, ready to pounce. Many think because he’s so big his brain must be so small and they tend to speak freely around him. Curtis had proven himself many times, giving Donovan a heads up when someone was playing him or something was going on he should know about.
Finding Timothy at the house was a surprise. This weekend the exchange was going down, not exactly the time to be fucking your boy toy. To his credit, O’Dowd’s lover physically stayed out of the way but coincidently he was everywhere. Curtis watched him under hooded eyes, noticing that Timothy’s gaze often wandered towards the action, and he had this habit of playing with his ear. The bodyguard could have sworn too that sometimes the man talked to himself. Now Curtis couldn’t claim he’d never talked to himself from time to time, but Timothy seem to do so a lot. Either he had a screw loose or something else was going on. The more time he spent in Timothy’s presence, the more uneasy Curtis started to feel. He thought about sharing his suspicions with Donovan but knew his boss wouldn’t be interested without proof.
It was early Sunday morning and the big bosses were closed up in O’Dowd’s office. Donovan was okay with security so Curtis was able to wander around. He headed for the kitchen, grabbed some food and drink then headed to the pool for an alfresco breakfast. He was soaking up the sun when he spotted Timothy come outside from the other end of the patio. Going unnoticed, Curtis stayed quiet and continued eating. Timothy seemed to stroll aimlessly, fingers playing with his ear again before heading under a large awning that cast a dense shadow over a collection of outdoor furniture.
Timothy took a seat in the shade. He wasn’t completely robed in darkness but enough to deepen his features.
Blonde hair went dark.
A switch clicked on in Curtis’ brain.
Before Curtis joined Donovan’s organization, he’d been around, entering the underworld after he got kicked off the LA police force for beating a fellow officer to a pulp in a bar fight. There were hundreds of men in his department but a few stood out, one in particular. There was talk around this young officer fast-tracking it to detective in an unusually short period of time.
His name was Adam Lambert.
Leaving the rest of his breakfast untouched, Curtis hurried inside. He had to get proof before it was too late.
xXx
Reggie didn’t see Timmy until late afternoon when the older man tracked him down for a quickie. After getting his young lover into the bedroom, he undid his boy’s belt with gusto and yanked his pants and briefs down with one pull. He then ordered Timmy onto his knees and over the edge of the bed. Within a minute, slicked fingers were quickly working, scissoring, and then a hot, hard cock was slamming into the pale ass. Normally the quieter one, Reggie was groaning and moaning, telling his lover how fucking hot he was, how well he opened and took it from him. He reached under and fondled the silken ball sack, nipping at Timmy’s shoulders through his shirt. The boy’s gasps and cries drove Reggie on. He grabbed the boy’s shoulders, straightening him so his sweaty back was pressed against the hard chest. The new angle made Timmy scream as did the large hand now furiously pumping his cock. All too soon, Timmy’s head lulled back and his body shook as he shot streams over the bedspread. Reggie held their bodies together until his own climax rocked his body, filling the condom to the near breaking point. Slipping out carefully, he tied the end and dropped it in the trash bin.
Timmy had slowly pulled his pants up to cover his ass but was still on the floor, sweating and breathing heavily. Reggie grew hard again just looking at him, knowing he’d caused that blissed out glow. If he’d had time, he would have tied Timmy down and leisurely watched his largest dildo get swallowed by that ass, the only sounds the wetness of the lube and the mewling of his lover.
By the time Reggie cleaned up, Timothy was dressed and gathering up the soiled bedspread. Reggie turned him around and kissed him deeply.
“After tonight baby, the world is ours. Think about where you want to go … anywhere. It’ll just be the two of us.”
Timmy smiled widely and kissed him back.
“Be careful.”
“Always.”
Reggie left and Adam surfaced. First thing he did was go to the bathroom and wash Reggie off of him. Thank God this was the last time that man would get his hands on him. After that he poured some scotch from the room’s private bar and ventured onto the balcony. Looking over the hills, he smiled and sipped, knowing his team was out there, ready to pounce.
xXx
The relief Kris had felt when they first realized Reggie’s home security didn’t detect Adam’s surveillance device was off the charts. That was his second biggest worry. His biggest worry, of course, was the fact that Adam was undercover in the first place. Over the past few months, as each day passed and the Timothy façade held, Kris felt a little better but he never completely relaxed. Once they knew the location of Reggie’s home, the Agency set up surveillance in a nearby house. Each time Adam headed out to the Hollywood Hills, so did his back-up. Because anything could happen at any time, Adam kept his ear piercing turned on 24/7. He used to shut it off during sex (if the opportunity presented itself) since Reggie wasn’t going to talk business at a time like that. However, being in his headquarters, there was always the chance that something would come up, no pun intended.
Kris bit the bullet and listened in. When the assignment began, he just couldn’t, embarrassed at eavesdropping on something so intimate. Somewhere along the way - if he had to pin down an exact time, it was probably San Francisco - it stopped being embarrassment and had morphed into jealousy. It probably was jealousy all along but he just couldn’t admit it to himself. If possible, Adam was on his mind more and more. Kris finally admitted to himself that he had romantic feelings for his co-worker and best friend. That moment in San Fran when they sat on the bed together and Kris let his fingers wander over Adam’s face, his heart sped up and hadn’t slowed down one beat since.
Tonight, the case was basically over. There would still be the trial and more than likely Adam would be called to testify but he wouldn’t in danger any longer. Weeks of work wrapping up loose ends would keep everyone on the team busy. After that they’d be given a break, a chance to decompress.
Maybe by then Kris would be able to tell Adam how he felt.
Hopefully Adam would feel the same way. Kris would hate to lose their friendship over this.
“Kris, something’s going wrong.”
Matt was manning the audio and Kris hurried to his side.
“What is it?”
“Not sure but Adam says something’s goin’ down.”
Kris started pacing, rubbing his neck: “Damn it, I wish this was two-way so we could talk to him.”
“Hold on, he’s back.”
‘I’m still in Reggie’s room, looking down from the balcony onto the driveway. Donovan just came charging out. He and his men are getting into their cars. Reggie just came out and he’s spitting mad. They’re yelling at each other. I can’t quite make out what’s being said but it looks like the deal is dead.’
Upon hearing that, Matt left Kris to the audio feed from Adam and got on the phone, contacting Director Cowell. After a brief conversation, Matt was back.
“Cowell is contacting the units lying in wait at the warehouse. They’re going in.”
“What about us? Do you swarm O’Dowd’s compound?”
“Not yet. He wants us to wait until Adam gives us more information.”
‘Kris … Matt … it time to act. I’m going to head onto the grounds. Once the team is in, I’ll meet you at the main gates. I’m keeping the mic on so you know where I am.”
Kris jumped into action, getting on the radio and ordering the four SWAT teams hiding nearby to descend on the house.
“But Kris, Cowell said to wait.”
“Adam needs. He’s the one in charge here. Go!”
In record time, the US government descended on Reggie O’Dowd’s compound, smashing through the gates, guns out. Out of every door, possibly every window, criminals poured out. Some put up a good fight, others surrendered on the spot. Kris was in the middle of it all, issuing orders and making sure their detainees were secured. He lost track of time, a mad house spinning around him. Finally, when it seemed as if they’d captured everyone, Kris had time to run back to the main gate.
Adam wasn’t there.
Kris looked around in case his partner was surveying the take down.
Still, he couldn’t find him.
He couldn’t find Reggie either.
Gut coiling, he got on his phone to the command center where Ashley had taken over for him on the surveillance.
“Ash, has Adam checked in?”
“No, and we’ve lost his signal.”
“How the hell could that happen?! It was working fine!”
“I don’t know. Just after you left and I took over, there was a noise and the sound went. Then I noticed the GPS signal had disappeared too.”
“Well, he has to be here somewhere. Keep working on it.”
“Will do.”
Kris was getting frantic now, to hell with having to be the level-headed one in charge. Something bad has happened, he was sure of it.
“Kris!” He looked behind him, spotting Matt running his way. “Just got a call from the Stevens. They grabbed Donovan and his men on the way to the airport.”
“Good, at least one of them is accounted for.”
“Yeah but we have a much bigger problem. Stevens found out why the deal went south. One of Donovan’s men recognized Adam and blew his cover. They told O’Dowd as they were leaving.”
“Shit! I knew this was going to happen!”
He got on the phone with the Director and explained the situation. Cowell authorized his men to do whatever it took to find their missing agent. He was even sending more officers with high tech equipment to help out.
With everything else under control, Kris and a handful of men took off into the house, tearing it apart from basement to attic.
“Hold on Ad”, Kris begged, “I’m going to find you.”
xXx
Another blow to the stomach folded him in half, gasping for breath. His body throbbed with pain and wetness trickled down and out of his head, the smell and taste of blood in his nose and mouth.
The hits stopped momentarily, giving Adam’s mind a chance to process what happened. He remembered realizing the deal tanked and he had to get out of there. He’d told Kris and Matt to send in the troops and he was going to meet them at the main gate. Then he opened the bedroom door and came face to fist with a punch that nearly knocked him out. Vaguely he recalled arms dragging him down the hallway and several flights of stairs until he ended up in this dark room. Immediately the assault rained down on him, both physical and verbal.
There was only one explanation - his cover had been blown.
The room was nothing but walls and a single light pendulum hanging from the ceiling. It was hot and musty. Two of Reggie’s biggest associates stood in the corner, glaring at him and talking low. Still, Adam could make out what they were saying, something about how Donovan had broken their deal and their boss was on the warpath. Adam had seen Reggie upset before but he had a feeling if and when they came face to face again, there would be an explosion of epic proportions that he might not survive.
His only hope was that Kris and their team would find him in time. At least his ear piercing with its audio pick-up and GPS component would give them a lead. Adam rolled, the right side of his head pressing against the ground. Severe pain shot through his head, his ear on fire. He gingerly reached up to feel mangled flesh and no metal.
So much for that. All he could hope for was that it still worked, even if he was no longer attached to his body.
The door opened and the temperature dropped considerably. Through swollen and blurred eyes, Adam looked up and saw Reggie. The older man’s body was tighter than a coil, his large fists clenched tight.
“Leave us,” Reggie ordered his men.
They nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind them. Reggie cast his dark eyes on the man who betrayed him. Not only had that boy cost him millions but he made a fool out of him in front of everyone who respected him. Reggie was certain they were laughing behind his back, calling him weak for not only bringing this spy into their midst without a more thorough background check but for letting his heart get caught up in the mix.
Reggie crouched down in front of the beaten man. It pained him to see that beautiful face marred but he had ordered his men to do it. The boy looked up at him with a steady gaze and a strength he’d never detected before. Those blue eyes were the eyes of a professional liar, not an innocent boy who gave his body and heart so willingly. Reaching into his pocket, Reggie pulled out a picture and held it up.
“This is you, isn’t it?” he demanded.
Adam tried to focus but it was hard. It was a picture of him and Kris the day they made detectives. They both looked so happy with Adam’s hand resting on his friend’s shoulder. There was no point denying it. Even though his hair was dark and he was sporting facial hair back then, it was definitely him.
“Yeah,” Adam croaked, confirming the truth.
“So you’re a cop.”
Licking his dry, split lips Adam clarified, “Federal agent actually.”
“Well at least they sent in the big guns.”
Adam half smiled at the absurdity of this conversation; it sounded like Reggie was actually complimenting him for being a good government employee. He was corrected suddenly with a punch to the gut and a vice like grip cutting off his air. Adam grabbed the wrist with both hands but couldn’t pull it loose.
“I understand you trying to take me down, that’s your job,” Reggie stated too calmly, “but to play me like that personally,” the grip tightened, “Are you even gay?”
All Adam could do was nod frantically. Reggie let go and Adam coughed, gasping for air. The rough touches turned soft as Reggie let his fingers trace that sexy body one last time. He stopped, a hand heavy on Timmy’s … or rather Adam’s … hip.
“If this policing thing stops working for you, you should try being a professional whore. You’re very good at it.”
Adam didn’t know what got into him but he gathered every ounce of strength his broken body had left and flew out an unexpected punch that got Reggie straight in the crotch. It was futile considering the two bodyguards were probably outside that door but Adam tried to get away. Slowly he got to his feet and fell, the damage done unable to hold his weight. Instead he crawled but Reggie recovered quickly and started beating the shit out of him. The door opened and the other men came in. Reggie yelled to leave them alone - he’d take care of it.
Adam had nearly blacked out when Reggie finally stopped. Something cold pressed against his temple and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was the barrel of a pistol.
“I should just finish you off now,” Reggie threatened.
“You could,” his victim whispered hoarsely, “but you … won’t … g-get away … feds … every-everywhere.”
“I don’t doubt that.” The cold metal pressure moved away. “It will take them a while to find you though. Before I let you go, you owe me.”
What happened next was a nightmare. Adam tried to pull away but his body was so battered it was hopeless. Even his cries to stop were pitiful to his own ears. Reggie wasted no time undoing the younger man’s pants and dragging them off, briefs and all, leaving him naked from the waist down. Roughly he pulled on the flaccid cock and squeezed his balls painfully, all the while talking filth.
If it could get any worse, it was about to. Reggie shoved two dry fingers into Adam’s ass, scissoring him briefly. He was still slightly open from the quickie they had just over an hour ago but not enough to stop the excruciating pain that was about to come. The dull thud of the weapon being dropped nearby barely registered as Reggie released his own ragging hard on and lifted Adam’s legs, ready to rape him.
xXx
Kris was in contact with everyone scouring the house. There were no signs except a spot of blood found on the carpet of Reggie’s bedroom, near the door. They deduced that Adam had been taken before he could get away. The grounds were expansive and every inch was searched. The house itself had three floors above ground and one below. Kris refused to accept that Adam was nowhere to be found. When agents came up from the basement, stating it was clear, Kris wouldn’t accept it. Adam had to be somewhere that Reggie wanted hidden, maybe a secret room where he conducted his own business. Matt came into the basement to help.
Ashley called.
“Still no audio but the GPS blinked twice than stopped.”
“Where is it coming from?” Kris gave her his location and waited.
“It’s coming from the basement”
“But we’re in the basement … unless he’s below us.”
“No! Don’t even think it. That must mean there’s another room, we just have to find the opening. Get some more eyes down here.”
“Yes sir.”
Matt got on the radio for more help while Kris methodically searched every inch of the basement. Most of it was finished with a concrete floor, 70s era wood paneling and storage boxes piled out of the way. He noticed an expanse of wall clear of boxes. Crouching, he ran his fingers over the concrete, sensing some grooves in the hard surface. Getting up, he used his flashlight to illuminate the wall and was able to discover cracks between panels. There was a door of some kind here. Trying to stay calm, he used his fingers to feel around the opening, not caring that he was picking up slivers along the way. There were no hinges so how the fuck did it open!
Mumbling voices reached Kris’ ears. At first he thought it was the others in the basement with him and then the wooden panel started to vibrate. Kris jumped aside, gun ready. He hissed out instructions to his team members who took up their positions. The hidden door opened and two men came out and met the welcoming committee. Kris demanded to know where O’Dowd and Adam were. They didn’t know this Adam person but they gave up their boss, revealing the hidden room at the end of the hallway behind the door.
Before anything else could be gleaned, three gun shots rang out.
Kris tore off into the darkness. Matt was behind him but not before grabbing another agent to join them and ordering the rest to take care of their new acquisitions.
There was one door at the end of the hall. Kris and Matt took up position on each side, guns ready.
“Federal Agents … we’re coming in!” Kris shouted.
The only sound was groaning. Matt tried the doorknob from his side, finding it locked. He moved to the side and fired his gun until the lock ceased to exist. He then kicked in the door and the trio hurried in, quickly accessing the situation before lowering their firearms. The smell of blood was overwhelming. The first person they spotted was the one writhing on the floor with three bullet wounds in his shoulder, upper arm and side. Reggie was conscious but in a lot of pain. Matt called for the EMTs while Kris turned to the unconscious man in the corner. There wasn’t a lot of light but there was enough to see how badly hurt his dear friend was. Kris called his name yet there was no reply. He gently pressed two fingers against a pulse point and let out a hug breath when he felt that heart still beating, albeit weakly.
It was then that he looked around and spotted the critical piece of the puzzle, how Reggie ended up shot and Adam unconscious. Both men were naked from the waist down; what was happening more than clear. Kris couldn’t care less about Reggie’s humiliation but he took off his jacket and covered Adam up. He talked softly, reassuringly, promising him he was safe, that it was all over. Kris’ knee bumped against something hard and he located the gun, the handle sitting idle on Adam’s limp palm.
xXx
Kris wandered the halls of the hospital aimlessly. He’d been in the waiting room for hours while Adam was in surgery. Despite Cowell’s orders to return to headquarters for a debriefing, Kris refused to leave the hospital until he saw for himself that Adam was going to be okay. Matt went in his place but Kris knew eventually he was going to have to leave. He had called Adam’s parents and brother. They waited with him until the doctor came to tell them how it went. Adam had broken bones and internal bleeding and a severe concussion. He’d been moved to intensive care and she wasn’t sure if there would be any brain damage until he woke up.
The young man took the doctor aside and delicately asked if there had been any sexual assault. She said although there were signs that he’d had intercourse recently (Kris told her Reggie and Adam had earlier in the day), there were no signs of rape. It seemed Adam must have gotten hold of Reggie’s gun and shot him before it happened. Setting his personal interests aside, Kris asked about Reggie’s condition. He was also out of surgery and would recover. Though in the same hospital, Kris knew their prisoner would be on a secured floor with his own private guard detail.
Neil had suggested Kris go for a walk and he’d text him when the doctor allowed visitors. Reluctantly he took the advice but he didn’t leave the hospital’s grounds. Somehow, perhaps divine intervention, he stumbled across the chapel. He went into the quiet, peaceful room and said a prayer or two for Adam and both of them.
His hip buzzed and Kris checked the screen. He didn’t need to read it; as soon as he saw Neil’s name, he moved as fast as he could back up to the waiting room. When he got there, Neil was alone.
“Are your parents with him?”
“Yeah, we can only stay a few minutes.”
“How … how is he?”
Neil knew what Kris was referring to: “Don’t know, he hasn’t woken up yet. You saw him … in that place … how did he look to you?”
“Bad. There’s no easy way to put it.”
Neil just nodded and chewed on his bottom lip, the same way Adam did when he was anxious. Leila and Eber came down the hallway, both looking shell-shocked and wiping tears from their cheeks. Neil went next and Kris sat in silence with the Lamberts. They’d known Kris right from the start, back when Adam introduced him the first time his parents visited the Academy. Kris’ family was in Arkansas and aside from his fiancé he was alone. They welcomed him like a third son and became surrogate parents.
“I hate your jobs,” was all Leila could say.
“But we’re so proud of you both,” Eber added.
Kris just nodded.
“Did he … did he wake up when you went in?”
Eber shook his head sadly.
“Probably for the best. He needs to heal. I know you can’t go into details and I wish to God you could - we have no idea what he was doing, just that we couldn’t contact him for months - but can you tell me if it’s over?”
“Aside from the trial, yeah it’s over.”
“Thank God.”
“Amen to that,” Neil added, returning to the group. “You could have warned me … about how he looked,” he told Kris.
“I did.”
“Well ‘bad’ was an understatement.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You didn’t do that to him.”
“Did he wake up?”
“No Mom, he didn’t.”
“Leila, let’s find the cafeteria and get a coffee.”
“I don’t want a coffee Eber.”
“Well I do and you need a break.”
“But Adam ….”
“Kris will be with him. He’ll call if he needs us.”
“Yeah, Dad’s right. I could use a green tea and honey.”
“You don’t drink tea and honey.”
“I know but Adam does and I just … it’ll make me feel closer, you know?”
The Lamberts eventually left and Kris headed to Adam’s room. In the brighter lights, his friend looked even worse, face swollen and bruised, bandages covering him like a second skin. He took a seat and carefully manoeuvred his hand through various tubes to take hold of Adam’s.
“Hey … Kris.”
“Adam! You woke up!”
“Not so loud.”
“Sorry, is this better?”
“Much.”
He looked at Adam’s swollen eyes, barely able to open.
“How could you tell it’s me?”
“After … shave.”
“Oh. Your family said you were still sleeping.”
“Been awake for a while … couldn’t deal with … explain,” he slowly and painfully uttered. “Don’t tell them.”
“But they’re worried.”
“’kay, but tell them I’m sleeping again.”
“Sure. I can’t stay long, doctor’s orders. I’m just glad to see you alive.”
“Reggie?”
“You shot him up pretty good but he’s alive … and in custody. We grabbed everyone else and the entire operation has been shut down. You done good.”
Adam smiled as best he could.
“We all done good. I’m … Imma gonna sleep now.”
“Okay, I’ll let you ….”
Adam weakly tightened his grip on Kris’ hand.
“Stay.”
Kris stayed, thankful the doctor and nurses didn’t seem in a rush to have him leave. The room was quiet except for the beeping of machines and their mingled breathing.
“Kris?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“No, I … really mean it. I … love … you.”
Kris smiled and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to those wonderfully freckled lips.
“I … love … you too.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Adam/Kris
Summary: Adam Lambert and Kris Allen are best friends and Special Agents for the US government. When a syndicate needs infiltrating, the Director turns to Agent Lambert because of his ‘special’ qualifications. Agent Allen is not happy with his best friend being thrust into this situation but supports him anyway, professionally and personally. As the case progresses, Adam finds himself getting in over his head, causing Kris’ protective instincts - and buried feelings - to kick in.
Disclaimer: Pure fiction. I do not own anyone. I have researched some information on the spy game but not too much. Mostly based on TV shows.
Warnings: violence, dom/sub, sexual situations, dubious non-con, angst
A “honeytrap” is the use of seduction in a spy operation.
NOTE: Hi everyone. So this story is wrapping up. If you haven’t noticed already, there is one more chapter after this, just in time for me as college starts up again in a few weeks. This is a rough chapter but I hope you all enjoy it. I promise the final one will be happier.
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CHAPTER 7: REVELATIONS
Three weeks had passed since San Francisco. Reggie never did bring up what happened between his boy and Donovan’s wife; Adam was thankful but also a tad worried. Maybe in some twisted way Reggie was grateful to Timothy for keeping Nora out of their hair while negotiations (amidst the soccer game) were going on. That night Adam let Reggie have his way but the next day, they spent a good four hours sightseeing before they got on the private jet and headed back to LA and reality kicked back in.
Their relationship had taken a turn for the better since then, the biggest sign being that Reggie brought Timothy to his home. It was a sprawling spread in the Hollywood Hills surrounded by an electrified fence and armed guards. All this security was meant to keep unwanted guests out but Adam also had the sense that it was meant to keep some things in. At first, Reggie just brought him there for dinner and sex before having his driver take him home. Timothy was always picked up and driven - never allowed to drive himself. After a week of that, Timothy stayed overnight twice. The guest was never entirely alone, being watched by O’Dowd’s men or under the scrutiny of security cameras everywhere. Thankfully, nothing detected the surveillance equipment he was wearing so conversations and observations shared in whispered tones still got thru to the Agency. On the downside, he couldn’t freely snoop.
There was only room without a camera connected to Reggie’s security system and Adam learned the reason for that the first night they had sex in his bedroom. O’Dowd liked being in control, whether in business or his private life. Adam became aware of this very early on in their relationship, earlier if you count the background information Agent Lambert read before transforming into Timothy Fairchild. The first night they had sex, he’d been introduced to Reggie’s penchant for being a little rough in bed. That lead to silken ties that held him to whichever headboard he found himself sprawled out in front of. Those bonds were easy for Reggie to carry around on their “dates”. Once they got to the man’s own bedroom, he expanded his equipment with cuffs, plugs, cock rings, vibrators and dildos. They were stored in a locked box that Adam had yet to look in; he was sure there were more surprises that would appear in time. It was obvious Reggie wanted at least one part of his life kept private and Adam was thankful for small favors. It was hard enough dealing with the glares and a few winks from those other men. If they’d witnessed the actual acts, it would be nearly unbearable.
For the first time, Timothy had been invited to stay the weekend. As it turned out, this was the grand finale of Agent Lambert’s assignment. Donovan and his crew came down from the Bay Area for the transfer of contraband and the money exchange. Friday night there was a BBQ and then everyone retired to their rooms for the night. Reggie shared with Timothy another new toy from his box.
Sunday morning Adam awoke to find the other side of the bed empty. He knew the kingpins were going to be in talks all day so he took his time getting up, enjoyed a long shower alone and dressing for comfort, not seduction. Adam tried to look self-entertained for any prying eyes but he was aware of everything going on around him, reporting his observations back to Kris and Matt with subtle, soft messages meant for their electronic ears only. A lot of O’Dowd’s business was behind closed doors but there was plenty of shop talk going on with the other men who accompanied their bosses.
If all went according to plan, by sunset on Sunday, O’Dowd would be off the streets and the world would be a little safer.
And if all went to plan, Adam would have his life back.
Reggie and Donovan were inside and Adam was out, sitting on a lounger under the patio awning. He started to think about everything he was missing while on assignment. Besides his own identity, he missed Kris. Whatever he thought about, whatever he wished he could do, Kris was always in the picture. He’d had a crush on him since they first met at the Police Academy but hadn’t let on. At the time Kris was engaged and Adam had to be happy with best friend status. During the wedding ceremony, when the minister asked if anyone had any reason - etc., etc., etc. - Adam objected in his head but kept silent otherwise. Then Kris’ marriage fell apart and Adam filled that void in Kris’ life in a platonic way. Over the years, the bond of friendship had only gotten stronger and Adam feared he’d started taking it … taking Kris … for granted.
He picked up a cold bottled water and pressed it against the heated skin on his face. As drips rolled down his cheek and along his jaw, his mind wandered back to San Francisco. If he closed his eyes, he could still smell the subtle aftershave Kris always wore and feel his friend’s fingers ghosting over the growing bruise Donovan gave him. When their eyes locked, something new was there. Adam didn’t want to overthink it, afraid if he did he’d convince himself there was nothing between them but space.
Still, once this assignment was over, he would reconsider the value of overthinking.
xXx
He watched him.
Every moment … minute … second they were in the same room, he watched him.
It wasn’t his job but he had to … he had to figure it out.
Since he’d seen him weeks ago, Curtis couldn’t solve the puzzle. It shouldn’t bother him; after all he never expected to run into him again ….
… until he did.
Curtis had worked for Donovan for nearly ten years. He wasn’t just a bodyguard; he was his boss’ eyes and ears. No one pays serious attention to a bodyguard, standing silently and menacingly, ready to pounce. Many think because he’s so big his brain must be so small and they tend to speak freely around him. Curtis had proven himself many times, giving Donovan a heads up when someone was playing him or something was going on he should know about.
Finding Timothy at the house was a surprise. This weekend the exchange was going down, not exactly the time to be fucking your boy toy. To his credit, O’Dowd’s lover physically stayed out of the way but coincidently he was everywhere. Curtis watched him under hooded eyes, noticing that Timothy’s gaze often wandered towards the action, and he had this habit of playing with his ear. The bodyguard could have sworn too that sometimes the man talked to himself. Now Curtis couldn’t claim he’d never talked to himself from time to time, but Timothy seem to do so a lot. Either he had a screw loose or something else was going on. The more time he spent in Timothy’s presence, the more uneasy Curtis started to feel. He thought about sharing his suspicions with Donovan but knew his boss wouldn’t be interested without proof.
It was early Sunday morning and the big bosses were closed up in O’Dowd’s office. Donovan was okay with security so Curtis was able to wander around. He headed for the kitchen, grabbed some food and drink then headed to the pool for an alfresco breakfast. He was soaking up the sun when he spotted Timothy come outside from the other end of the patio. Going unnoticed, Curtis stayed quiet and continued eating. Timothy seemed to stroll aimlessly, fingers playing with his ear again before heading under a large awning that cast a dense shadow over a collection of outdoor furniture.
Timothy took a seat in the shade. He wasn’t completely robed in darkness but enough to deepen his features.
Blonde hair went dark.
A switch clicked on in Curtis’ brain.
Before Curtis joined Donovan’s organization, he’d been around, entering the underworld after he got kicked off the LA police force for beating a fellow officer to a pulp in a bar fight. There were hundreds of men in his department but a few stood out, one in particular. There was talk around this young officer fast-tracking it to detective in an unusually short period of time.
His name was Adam Lambert.
Leaving the rest of his breakfast untouched, Curtis hurried inside. He had to get proof before it was too late.
xXx
Reggie didn’t see Timmy until late afternoon when the older man tracked him down for a quickie. After getting his young lover into the bedroom, he undid his boy’s belt with gusto and yanked his pants and briefs down with one pull. He then ordered Timmy onto his knees and over the edge of the bed. Within a minute, slicked fingers were quickly working, scissoring, and then a hot, hard cock was slamming into the pale ass. Normally the quieter one, Reggie was groaning and moaning, telling his lover how fucking hot he was, how well he opened and took it from him. He reached under and fondled the silken ball sack, nipping at Timmy’s shoulders through his shirt. The boy’s gasps and cries drove Reggie on. He grabbed the boy’s shoulders, straightening him so his sweaty back was pressed against the hard chest. The new angle made Timmy scream as did the large hand now furiously pumping his cock. All too soon, Timmy’s head lulled back and his body shook as he shot streams over the bedspread. Reggie held their bodies together until his own climax rocked his body, filling the condom to the near breaking point. Slipping out carefully, he tied the end and dropped it in the trash bin.
Timmy had slowly pulled his pants up to cover his ass but was still on the floor, sweating and breathing heavily. Reggie grew hard again just looking at him, knowing he’d caused that blissed out glow. If he’d had time, he would have tied Timmy down and leisurely watched his largest dildo get swallowed by that ass, the only sounds the wetness of the lube and the mewling of his lover.
By the time Reggie cleaned up, Timothy was dressed and gathering up the soiled bedspread. Reggie turned him around and kissed him deeply.
“After tonight baby, the world is ours. Think about where you want to go … anywhere. It’ll just be the two of us.”
Timmy smiled widely and kissed him back.
“Be careful.”
“Always.”
Reggie left and Adam surfaced. First thing he did was go to the bathroom and wash Reggie off of him. Thank God this was the last time that man would get his hands on him. After that he poured some scotch from the room’s private bar and ventured onto the balcony. Looking over the hills, he smiled and sipped, knowing his team was out there, ready to pounce.
xXx
The relief Kris had felt when they first realized Reggie’s home security didn’t detect Adam’s surveillance device was off the charts. That was his second biggest worry. His biggest worry, of course, was the fact that Adam was undercover in the first place. Over the past few months, as each day passed and the Timothy façade held, Kris felt a little better but he never completely relaxed. Once they knew the location of Reggie’s home, the Agency set up surveillance in a nearby house. Each time Adam headed out to the Hollywood Hills, so did his back-up. Because anything could happen at any time, Adam kept his ear piercing turned on 24/7. He used to shut it off during sex (if the opportunity presented itself) since Reggie wasn’t going to talk business at a time like that. However, being in his headquarters, there was always the chance that something would come up, no pun intended.
Kris bit the bullet and listened in. When the assignment began, he just couldn’t, embarrassed at eavesdropping on something so intimate. Somewhere along the way - if he had to pin down an exact time, it was probably San Francisco - it stopped being embarrassment and had morphed into jealousy. It probably was jealousy all along but he just couldn’t admit it to himself. If possible, Adam was on his mind more and more. Kris finally admitted to himself that he had romantic feelings for his co-worker and best friend. That moment in San Fran when they sat on the bed together and Kris let his fingers wander over Adam’s face, his heart sped up and hadn’t slowed down one beat since.
Tonight, the case was basically over. There would still be the trial and more than likely Adam would be called to testify but he wouldn’t in danger any longer. Weeks of work wrapping up loose ends would keep everyone on the team busy. After that they’d be given a break, a chance to decompress.
Maybe by then Kris would be able to tell Adam how he felt.
Hopefully Adam would feel the same way. Kris would hate to lose their friendship over this.
“Kris, something’s going wrong.”
Matt was manning the audio and Kris hurried to his side.
“What is it?”
“Not sure but Adam says something’s goin’ down.”
Kris started pacing, rubbing his neck: “Damn it, I wish this was two-way so we could talk to him.”
“Hold on, he’s back.”
‘I’m still in Reggie’s room, looking down from the balcony onto the driveway. Donovan just came charging out. He and his men are getting into their cars. Reggie just came out and he’s spitting mad. They’re yelling at each other. I can’t quite make out what’s being said but it looks like the deal is dead.’
Upon hearing that, Matt left Kris to the audio feed from Adam and got on the phone, contacting Director Cowell. After a brief conversation, Matt was back.
“Cowell is contacting the units lying in wait at the warehouse. They’re going in.”
“What about us? Do you swarm O’Dowd’s compound?”
“Not yet. He wants us to wait until Adam gives us more information.”
‘Kris … Matt … it time to act. I’m going to head onto the grounds. Once the team is in, I’ll meet you at the main gates. I’m keeping the mic on so you know where I am.”
Kris jumped into action, getting on the radio and ordering the four SWAT teams hiding nearby to descend on the house.
“But Kris, Cowell said to wait.”
“Adam needs. He’s the one in charge here. Go!”
In record time, the US government descended on Reggie O’Dowd’s compound, smashing through the gates, guns out. Out of every door, possibly every window, criminals poured out. Some put up a good fight, others surrendered on the spot. Kris was in the middle of it all, issuing orders and making sure their detainees were secured. He lost track of time, a mad house spinning around him. Finally, when it seemed as if they’d captured everyone, Kris had time to run back to the main gate.
Adam wasn’t there.
Kris looked around in case his partner was surveying the take down.
Still, he couldn’t find him.
He couldn’t find Reggie either.
Gut coiling, he got on his phone to the command center where Ashley had taken over for him on the surveillance.
“Ash, has Adam checked in?”
“No, and we’ve lost his signal.”
“How the hell could that happen?! It was working fine!”
“I don’t know. Just after you left and I took over, there was a noise and the sound went. Then I noticed the GPS signal had disappeared too.”
“Well, he has to be here somewhere. Keep working on it.”
“Will do.”
Kris was getting frantic now, to hell with having to be the level-headed one in charge. Something bad has happened, he was sure of it.
“Kris!” He looked behind him, spotting Matt running his way. “Just got a call from the Stevens. They grabbed Donovan and his men on the way to the airport.”
“Good, at least one of them is accounted for.”
“Yeah but we have a much bigger problem. Stevens found out why the deal went south. One of Donovan’s men recognized Adam and blew his cover. They told O’Dowd as they were leaving.”
“Shit! I knew this was going to happen!”
He got on the phone with the Director and explained the situation. Cowell authorized his men to do whatever it took to find their missing agent. He was even sending more officers with high tech equipment to help out.
With everything else under control, Kris and a handful of men took off into the house, tearing it apart from basement to attic.
“Hold on Ad”, Kris begged, “I’m going to find you.”
xXx
Another blow to the stomach folded him in half, gasping for breath. His body throbbed with pain and wetness trickled down and out of his head, the smell and taste of blood in his nose and mouth.
The hits stopped momentarily, giving Adam’s mind a chance to process what happened. He remembered realizing the deal tanked and he had to get out of there. He’d told Kris and Matt to send in the troops and he was going to meet them at the main gate. Then he opened the bedroom door and came face to fist with a punch that nearly knocked him out. Vaguely he recalled arms dragging him down the hallway and several flights of stairs until he ended up in this dark room. Immediately the assault rained down on him, both physical and verbal.
There was only one explanation - his cover had been blown.
The room was nothing but walls and a single light pendulum hanging from the ceiling. It was hot and musty. Two of Reggie’s biggest associates stood in the corner, glaring at him and talking low. Still, Adam could make out what they were saying, something about how Donovan had broken their deal and their boss was on the warpath. Adam had seen Reggie upset before but he had a feeling if and when they came face to face again, there would be an explosion of epic proportions that he might not survive.
His only hope was that Kris and their team would find him in time. At least his ear piercing with its audio pick-up and GPS component would give them a lead. Adam rolled, the right side of his head pressing against the ground. Severe pain shot through his head, his ear on fire. He gingerly reached up to feel mangled flesh and no metal.
So much for that. All he could hope for was that it still worked, even if he was no longer attached to his body.
The door opened and the temperature dropped considerably. Through swollen and blurred eyes, Adam looked up and saw Reggie. The older man’s body was tighter than a coil, his large fists clenched tight.
“Leave us,” Reggie ordered his men.
They nodded and stepped out, closing the door behind them. Reggie cast his dark eyes on the man who betrayed him. Not only had that boy cost him millions but he made a fool out of him in front of everyone who respected him. Reggie was certain they were laughing behind his back, calling him weak for not only bringing this spy into their midst without a more thorough background check but for letting his heart get caught up in the mix.
Reggie crouched down in front of the beaten man. It pained him to see that beautiful face marred but he had ordered his men to do it. The boy looked up at him with a steady gaze and a strength he’d never detected before. Those blue eyes were the eyes of a professional liar, not an innocent boy who gave his body and heart so willingly. Reaching into his pocket, Reggie pulled out a picture and held it up.
“This is you, isn’t it?” he demanded.
Adam tried to focus but it was hard. It was a picture of him and Kris the day they made detectives. They both looked so happy with Adam’s hand resting on his friend’s shoulder. There was no point denying it. Even though his hair was dark and he was sporting facial hair back then, it was definitely him.
“Yeah,” Adam croaked, confirming the truth.
“So you’re a cop.”
Licking his dry, split lips Adam clarified, “Federal agent actually.”
“Well at least they sent in the big guns.”
Adam half smiled at the absurdity of this conversation; it sounded like Reggie was actually complimenting him for being a good government employee. He was corrected suddenly with a punch to the gut and a vice like grip cutting off his air. Adam grabbed the wrist with both hands but couldn’t pull it loose.
“I understand you trying to take me down, that’s your job,” Reggie stated too calmly, “but to play me like that personally,” the grip tightened, “Are you even gay?”
All Adam could do was nod frantically. Reggie let go and Adam coughed, gasping for air. The rough touches turned soft as Reggie let his fingers trace that sexy body one last time. He stopped, a hand heavy on Timmy’s … or rather Adam’s … hip.
“If this policing thing stops working for you, you should try being a professional whore. You’re very good at it.”
Adam didn’t know what got into him but he gathered every ounce of strength his broken body had left and flew out an unexpected punch that got Reggie straight in the crotch. It was futile considering the two bodyguards were probably outside that door but Adam tried to get away. Slowly he got to his feet and fell, the damage done unable to hold his weight. Instead he crawled but Reggie recovered quickly and started beating the shit out of him. The door opened and the other men came in. Reggie yelled to leave them alone - he’d take care of it.
Adam had nearly blacked out when Reggie finally stopped. Something cold pressed against his temple and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know it was the barrel of a pistol.
“I should just finish you off now,” Reggie threatened.
“You could,” his victim whispered hoarsely, “but you … won’t … g-get away … feds … every-everywhere.”
“I don’t doubt that.” The cold metal pressure moved away. “It will take them a while to find you though. Before I let you go, you owe me.”
What happened next was a nightmare. Adam tried to pull away but his body was so battered it was hopeless. Even his cries to stop were pitiful to his own ears. Reggie wasted no time undoing the younger man’s pants and dragging them off, briefs and all, leaving him naked from the waist down. Roughly he pulled on the flaccid cock and squeezed his balls painfully, all the while talking filth.
If it could get any worse, it was about to. Reggie shoved two dry fingers into Adam’s ass, scissoring him briefly. He was still slightly open from the quickie they had just over an hour ago but not enough to stop the excruciating pain that was about to come. The dull thud of the weapon being dropped nearby barely registered as Reggie released his own ragging hard on and lifted Adam’s legs, ready to rape him.
xXx
Kris was in contact with everyone scouring the house. There were no signs except a spot of blood found on the carpet of Reggie’s bedroom, near the door. They deduced that Adam had been taken before he could get away. The grounds were expansive and every inch was searched. The house itself had three floors above ground and one below. Kris refused to accept that Adam was nowhere to be found. When agents came up from the basement, stating it was clear, Kris wouldn’t accept it. Adam had to be somewhere that Reggie wanted hidden, maybe a secret room where he conducted his own business. Matt came into the basement to help.
Ashley called.
“Still no audio but the GPS blinked twice than stopped.”
“Where is it coming from?” Kris gave her his location and waited.
“It’s coming from the basement”
“But we’re in the basement … unless he’s below us.”
“No! Don’t even think it. That must mean there’s another room, we just have to find the opening. Get some more eyes down here.”
“Yes sir.”
Matt got on the radio for more help while Kris methodically searched every inch of the basement. Most of it was finished with a concrete floor, 70s era wood paneling and storage boxes piled out of the way. He noticed an expanse of wall clear of boxes. Crouching, he ran his fingers over the concrete, sensing some grooves in the hard surface. Getting up, he used his flashlight to illuminate the wall and was able to discover cracks between panels. There was a door of some kind here. Trying to stay calm, he used his fingers to feel around the opening, not caring that he was picking up slivers along the way. There were no hinges so how the fuck did it open!
Mumbling voices reached Kris’ ears. At first he thought it was the others in the basement with him and then the wooden panel started to vibrate. Kris jumped aside, gun ready. He hissed out instructions to his team members who took up their positions. The hidden door opened and two men came out and met the welcoming committee. Kris demanded to know where O’Dowd and Adam were. They didn’t know this Adam person but they gave up their boss, revealing the hidden room at the end of the hallway behind the door.
Before anything else could be gleaned, three gun shots rang out.
Kris tore off into the darkness. Matt was behind him but not before grabbing another agent to join them and ordering the rest to take care of their new acquisitions.
There was one door at the end of the hall. Kris and Matt took up position on each side, guns ready.
“Federal Agents … we’re coming in!” Kris shouted.
The only sound was groaning. Matt tried the doorknob from his side, finding it locked. He moved to the side and fired his gun until the lock ceased to exist. He then kicked in the door and the trio hurried in, quickly accessing the situation before lowering their firearms. The smell of blood was overwhelming. The first person they spotted was the one writhing on the floor with three bullet wounds in his shoulder, upper arm and side. Reggie was conscious but in a lot of pain. Matt called for the EMTs while Kris turned to the unconscious man in the corner. There wasn’t a lot of light but there was enough to see how badly hurt his dear friend was. Kris called his name yet there was no reply. He gently pressed two fingers against a pulse point and let out a hug breath when he felt that heart still beating, albeit weakly.
It was then that he looked around and spotted the critical piece of the puzzle, how Reggie ended up shot and Adam unconscious. Both men were naked from the waist down; what was happening more than clear. Kris couldn’t care less about Reggie’s humiliation but he took off his jacket and covered Adam up. He talked softly, reassuringly, promising him he was safe, that it was all over. Kris’ knee bumped against something hard and he located the gun, the handle sitting idle on Adam’s limp palm.
xXx
Kris wandered the halls of the hospital aimlessly. He’d been in the waiting room for hours while Adam was in surgery. Despite Cowell’s orders to return to headquarters for a debriefing, Kris refused to leave the hospital until he saw for himself that Adam was going to be okay. Matt went in his place but Kris knew eventually he was going to have to leave. He had called Adam’s parents and brother. They waited with him until the doctor came to tell them how it went. Adam had broken bones and internal bleeding and a severe concussion. He’d been moved to intensive care and she wasn’t sure if there would be any brain damage until he woke up.
The young man took the doctor aside and delicately asked if there had been any sexual assault. She said although there were signs that he’d had intercourse recently (Kris told her Reggie and Adam had earlier in the day), there were no signs of rape. It seemed Adam must have gotten hold of Reggie’s gun and shot him before it happened. Setting his personal interests aside, Kris asked about Reggie’s condition. He was also out of surgery and would recover. Though in the same hospital, Kris knew their prisoner would be on a secured floor with his own private guard detail.
Neil had suggested Kris go for a walk and he’d text him when the doctor allowed visitors. Reluctantly he took the advice but he didn’t leave the hospital’s grounds. Somehow, perhaps divine intervention, he stumbled across the chapel. He went into the quiet, peaceful room and said a prayer or two for Adam and both of them.
His hip buzzed and Kris checked the screen. He didn’t need to read it; as soon as he saw Neil’s name, he moved as fast as he could back up to the waiting room. When he got there, Neil was alone.
“Are your parents with him?”
“Yeah, we can only stay a few minutes.”
“How … how is he?”
Neil knew what Kris was referring to: “Don’t know, he hasn’t woken up yet. You saw him … in that place … how did he look to you?”
“Bad. There’s no easy way to put it.”
Neil just nodded and chewed on his bottom lip, the same way Adam did when he was anxious. Leila and Eber came down the hallway, both looking shell-shocked and wiping tears from their cheeks. Neil went next and Kris sat in silence with the Lamberts. They’d known Kris right from the start, back when Adam introduced him the first time his parents visited the Academy. Kris’ family was in Arkansas and aside from his fiancé he was alone. They welcomed him like a third son and became surrogate parents.
“I hate your jobs,” was all Leila could say.
“But we’re so proud of you both,” Eber added.
Kris just nodded.
“Did he … did he wake up when you went in?”
Eber shook his head sadly.
“Probably for the best. He needs to heal. I know you can’t go into details and I wish to God you could - we have no idea what he was doing, just that we couldn’t contact him for months - but can you tell me if it’s over?”
“Aside from the trial, yeah it’s over.”
“Thank God.”
“Amen to that,” Neil added, returning to the group. “You could have warned me … about how he looked,” he told Kris.
“I did.”
“Well ‘bad’ was an understatement.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. You didn’t do that to him.”
“Did he wake up?”
“No Mom, he didn’t.”
“Leila, let’s find the cafeteria and get a coffee.”
“I don’t want a coffee Eber.”
“Well I do and you need a break.”
“But Adam ….”
“Kris will be with him. He’ll call if he needs us.”
“Yeah, Dad’s right. I could use a green tea and honey.”
“You don’t drink tea and honey.”
“I know but Adam does and I just … it’ll make me feel closer, you know?”
The Lamberts eventually left and Kris headed to Adam’s room. In the brighter lights, his friend looked even worse, face swollen and bruised, bandages covering him like a second skin. He took a seat and carefully manoeuvred his hand through various tubes to take hold of Adam’s.
“Hey … Kris.”
“Adam! You woke up!”
“Not so loud.”
“Sorry, is this better?”
“Much.”
He looked at Adam’s swollen eyes, barely able to open.
“How could you tell it’s me?”
“After … shave.”
“Oh. Your family said you were still sleeping.”
“Been awake for a while … couldn’t deal with … explain,” he slowly and painfully uttered. “Don’t tell them.”
“But they’re worried.”
“’kay, but tell them I’m sleeping again.”
“Sure. I can’t stay long, doctor’s orders. I’m just glad to see you alive.”
“Reggie?”
“You shot him up pretty good but he’s alive … and in custody. We grabbed everyone else and the entire operation has been shut down. You done good.”
Adam smiled as best he could.
“We all done good. I’m … Imma gonna sleep now.”
“Okay, I’ll let you ….”
Adam weakly tightened his grip on Kris’ hand.
“Stay.”
Kris stayed, thankful the doctor and nurses didn’t seem in a rush to have him leave. The room was quiet except for the beeping of machines and their mingled breathing.
“Kris?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“No, I … really mean it. I … love … you.”
Kris smiled and leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to those wonderfully freckled lips.
“I … love … you too.”