The last night; the first goodbye.
Title: The last night; the first goodbye.
Author onlysparrows
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own, never said I did!
Summary/AN: The end of the tour marks the end of their affair, and nothing to show for it but a plaid shirt and a broken heart.
Wednesday, 16th of September. Manchester, New Hampshire.
A hotel room in an anonymous four-star hotel in the heart of the city. It's early, probably around ten, the sunlight is trying relentlessly to break through the blinds. There's no sound except for the rattle of a breakfast cart as it rolls down the hallway outside the door, the ticking of a clock, the slow breathing of two men, a slow beating heart, a fast one.
Adam Lambert lays on his stomach, arms folded and cradling his head as he sleeps on. Unbeknownst to him, only a few inches away from him sits Kris Allen, hunched over himself, holding his knees. He's staring with wet eyes at the blinded windows, and at the clock. It ticks by quickly, too quickly, and he wishes more than anything else that it would just.... stop. Completely.
Adam stirs then, stretches upwards, smiles lazily like he always does. He blinks to let his eyes assimilate to the new light. He stretches out an arm, hooks his fingers around Kris' knee, chuckles. Then he straightens out completely, all the innocence of the new day is gone.
Adam says, "hey," and Kris responds with the same because what else is there, really?
Adam reaches over and checks his phone. There are already four texts from his assistant, reminding him of the fact that the car's coming at ten thirty, each one growing more desperate. With that, he offers Kris a sad smile, and they get up.
They dress in silence, both choosing not to shower. They check the room to make sure they have everything in their bags, and then there's nothing else stopping them from leaving, but.
But something feels missing. Kris looks down at his bag absently, and it's like a light has flipped on in his mind. He tells Adam to wait, just a second, then begins to rifle through his duffle bag, messing up all he's packed, until-
He finds what he's looking for.
Kris pulls out the red and turquoise plaid shirt and zips up the bag again. He rings it in his hand a couple of times before he walks over to Adam and hands it to him.
"I want you to have it," he says, and then he can't look at Adam because his gaze is just so strong, so vivid with sorrow, and he knows that if he were to look, that he would stay. And he can't, he can't stay. "Just take it," he whispers, concentrating on a button on Adam's jacket.
Adam complies and takes the shirt, holds it and stares at it. The flannel is soft in his hands, and he knows what it would smell like if he were to check, but he doesn't check. He says "thanks," and puts it in his bag. Then he walks to Kris, kisses him hard on the lips.
Then a softer kiss, a breath. He licks Kris' bottom lip when he pulls away.
"I love you," he says softly. "I'll see you later."
Kris knows he won't. But even with that knowledge, Kris says not a word as Adam slips out of the door and out of his life.
-
It's about four months later when Kris walks in through the front door to his apartment. Katy smiles gently at him when he enters the living room and says "hey, look who it is," glancing up at the TV.
It's Adam, on some overdefined talk show. He's dressed in black jeans, a pair of gold boots, a grey t-shirt with a print of a dragon on it. His hair is perfectly styled with a streak of green in it.
And peeking out from underneath the t-shirt is the red and turquoise shirt.
Adam's talking about the success of his second single, he's talking about his car, he's talking about the things you'd expect to hear about in an interview with Adam Lambert.
The bubbly interviewer asks Adam if he's seeing anyone special, and Kris tenses slightly. But Adam just smiles brightly, turns his head down and shakes it. "I've got someone in my heart," he says, "I guess that's all there is to say."
Adam fingers the shirt.
Author onlysparrows
Pairing: Kris Allen/Adam Lambert
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Don't own, never said I did!
Summary/AN: The end of the tour marks the end of their affair, and nothing to show for it but a plaid shirt and a broken heart.
Wednesday, 16th of September. Manchester, New Hampshire.
A hotel room in an anonymous four-star hotel in the heart of the city. It's early, probably around ten, the sunlight is trying relentlessly to break through the blinds. There's no sound except for the rattle of a breakfast cart as it rolls down the hallway outside the door, the ticking of a clock, the slow breathing of two men, a slow beating heart, a fast one.
Adam Lambert lays on his stomach, arms folded and cradling his head as he sleeps on. Unbeknownst to him, only a few inches away from him sits Kris Allen, hunched over himself, holding his knees. He's staring with wet eyes at the blinded windows, and at the clock. It ticks by quickly, too quickly, and he wishes more than anything else that it would just.... stop. Completely.
Adam stirs then, stretches upwards, smiles lazily like he always does. He blinks to let his eyes assimilate to the new light. He stretches out an arm, hooks his fingers around Kris' knee, chuckles. Then he straightens out completely, all the innocence of the new day is gone.
Adam says, "hey," and Kris responds with the same because what else is there, really?
Adam reaches over and checks his phone. There are already four texts from his assistant, reminding him of the fact that the car's coming at ten thirty, each one growing more desperate. With that, he offers Kris a sad smile, and they get up.
They dress in silence, both choosing not to shower. They check the room to make sure they have everything in their bags, and then there's nothing else stopping them from leaving, but.
But something feels missing. Kris looks down at his bag absently, and it's like a light has flipped on in his mind. He tells Adam to wait, just a second, then begins to rifle through his duffle bag, messing up all he's packed, until-
He finds what he's looking for.
Kris pulls out the red and turquoise plaid shirt and zips up the bag again. He rings it in his hand a couple of times before he walks over to Adam and hands it to him.
"I want you to have it," he says, and then he can't look at Adam because his gaze is just so strong, so vivid with sorrow, and he knows that if he were to look, that he would stay. And he can't, he can't stay. "Just take it," he whispers, concentrating on a button on Adam's jacket.
Adam complies and takes the shirt, holds it and stares at it. The flannel is soft in his hands, and he knows what it would smell like if he were to check, but he doesn't check. He says "thanks," and puts it in his bag. Then he walks to Kris, kisses him hard on the lips.
Then a softer kiss, a breath. He licks Kris' bottom lip when he pulls away.
"I love you," he says softly. "I'll see you later."
Kris knows he won't. But even with that knowledge, Kris says not a word as Adam slips out of the door and out of his life.
-
It's about four months later when Kris walks in through the front door to his apartment. Katy smiles gently at him when he enters the living room and says "hey, look who it is," glancing up at the TV.
It's Adam, on some overdefined talk show. He's dressed in black jeans, a pair of gold boots, a grey t-shirt with a print of a dragon on it. His hair is perfectly styled with a streak of green in it.
And peeking out from underneath the t-shirt is the red and turquoise shirt.
Adam's talking about the success of his second single, he's talking about his car, he's talking about the things you'd expect to hear about in an interview with Adam Lambert.
The bubbly interviewer asks Adam if he's seeing anyone special, and Kris tenses slightly. But Adam just smiles brightly, turns his head down and shakes it. "I've got someone in my heart," he says, "I guess that's all there is to say."
Adam fingers the shirt.