The Hours That Were Left Behind
Title: The Hours That Were Left Behind
Author:brokenscreamx
Summary:I need to take a holiday/Maybe it's a fall from grace
Words:1,795
Rating: R
Warning(s):Light drug use.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened. Fake as hale.
He moved through his packed suite of the Soho Hotel in London, his head pounded from the heavy bass thumping through the room and from the many shots he had consumed in a short amount of time. He grabbed another drink and downed it in one go.
Meet Adam Lambert, former theater queen, American Idol runner-up, and most recently the hottest international superstar, throw in glam and glitter and a side of snark and you got the package of Adam.
He plopped down on the red leather couch next to Drake who cuddled into him, he nuzzled Adam’s neck where he placed light kisses along his jugular, and he lightly bit and sucked. Adam took a sharp intake of air when a friend of a friend sat next to Adam and held out a half smoked joint, Adam graciously accepted as he took a hit, inhaling the thick smoke. He exhaled with a light cough; the smoke curling into the air, Drake straddled his lap as his hands slipped underneath his thin t-shirt.
Adam took another deep drag and brought Drake’s mouth to his, exhaling the smoke into Drake’s mouth, both exhaled and chuckled simultaneously. Drake stood up and pulled Adam with him toward the master suite, Drake pushed Adam to the bed as he shut and locked the door. Drake pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side as he straddled Adam's hips, Adam sat up and pulled his own shirt off and threw it to the floor, Drake's mouth immediately went to work on his neck, moving down his chest until he reached one of Adam's nipple, Adam hissed at the contact, Drake's right hand moved down to rub Adam's dick through the fabric of his jeans. Adam raked his hand through Drake's short hair, his stomach muscles tensed.
He felt his phone vibrate, and he dug into his pocket and stared down at the number that he didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” He asked in a shallow tone, he heard nothing on the other end.
“Hello?” He asked again, Drake's mouth stopped moving and he sat up, glaring at Adam. Adam's hand grabbed the side of his neck.
“The divorce is final.”
He heard Kris Allen’s smooth voice seep through the phone. ”What?” He asked as he pushed Drake off of him and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning his back against it.
“I gave her everything; it doesn’t mean shit to me Adam.”
Adam chewed on the inside of his cheek before speaking.”Where are you?”
“Is that all you have to say to me?” Kris asked with a bitter laugh.”I haven’t heard from you in almost six months.”
“Kris.” Adam groaned as his hand rubbing over his face.
“I’m in Colorado, come meet me.”
Before Adam could protest Kris ended the call, Adam pushed the phone into his pocket and pressed the heel of his hand into his dick, trying to get his hard-on to go down. He went to the sink and splashed cold water onto his face and threw open the door, Drake was gone; he picked up his abandoned shirt and pulled it over his head.
Adam stepped out onto the balcony; his torso leaned over the rail and he wonder how bad it would hurt if he jumped to the street below. He chewed down on his bottom lip, his mind was hazy and he blamed the fact that he was pulling his phone out and dialing Kris’ personal assistant’s number on the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He got the information he needed and he thanked her and he could hear the suspicion in her voice and but he chose to ignore her and he hung up.
If he had a clearer mind, he would have probably waited til tomorrow to make any rational decisions but that wasn’t Adam’s style, he threw articles of clothing and toiletries into a backpack and stepped out from the master suite. He quickly pulled the plug to the music and ushered all the confused and angry people from his room, he thought about the mess but he would have to remember to call a maid in the morning from across the pond.
By evening Adam had landed, bitched at his manager and publicist and got thrown into a car and was driven to meet Kris. He leaned his head against the cold window, he had a splitting headache, he was hung over and he couldn’t really remember why he had made this decision.
The car came to a stop and Adam jerked his head away from the window and saw the cabin standing alone, tree surrounding the area, no sign of life anywhere, and such a Kris thing to do. Adam thanked the driver, got out and grabbed his backpack and walked up to the front door, he raised his hand and knocked.
He heard shuffling behind the door and then the door open and Kris stood there, his hair messy and greasy, he wore checkered plaid pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt, Kris looked shocked to say the least.
"Adam, what are you doing here?" He asked as he stepped back and let Adam in, Adam threw his backpack onto the couch, and he noticed there wasn't a television in sight.
"You told me to come meet you and here I am."
"I didn't-"
"I know." Adam finished with a shrug. "But I thought maybe you needed me for once." Adam turned and faced Kris who still stood by the door. "I know I've let you down and I just..." He sighed; he stepped in front of Kris and pulled the younger man into an embrace. "I've missed you Kris Allen."
If Kris wasn't already an emotional wreck that would have caused him to plummet deep into the dark hole he had been living in. He gripped Adam's back; if he could he would bury himself deep inside Adam and never face the outside again. Adam whispered soothing words in his ear, he placed a kiss on his neck, and he pulled back and caressed his cheek. Kris could feel the flush rising to his cheeks.
"Tell me why you are hiding from the world?" He asked as he sat on the couch, kicked his shoes off, and propped them up onto the coffee table. Kris rubbed his face, getting the tears out of his eyes as he sat next to Adam.
"I'm not hiding."
"That's not what your management or fans say, you haven't even talked to you mom in over a month." Adam rolled his head to the side, his eyes accusing Kris. Kris rolled his eyes with a shrug. Adam watched Kris out of the corner of his eye, he was sure he wanted to say something but didn't.
"Everything changed after Idol." Kris whispered and Kris wasn't sure if Adam even heard him. Adam's hand slipped into Kris', he squeezed his hand lightly.
"This is everything you've ever wanted though."
Kris jerked his hand out from Adam's and stood up, his arms flailed out, gesturing to the cabin."Yeah, this is just what I have always wanted Adam. I'm…fucking hiding from the world because I can’t deal with this. I’ve ruined my marriage, I’m in a middle of a tour, and I’m sure I’ve lost some fans since my escapade, and to top is off, the one person who I thought could make everything…” He took a breath as he looked at Adam.” The one person who I thought would understand seems to be living their own life and forgetting that I even exist.”
Adam’s eyebrows knitted together as he glanced up to Kris.”Do you really think I don’t need you? Or that I don’t care about you?”
Kris bit his bottom lip with a nod.”You have Drake.”
“You had Katy.” Adam fired back.
Kris nodded as he walked out of the room.”I’m going to bed.” He called from down the hall; Adam heard a door shut and then the water turn on.
Adam rubbed his face as he brought his feet up onto the couch and dug into his pocket and called Drake who of course decided to not answer which was no surprise to Adam. He heard the bathroom door open and Kris’ feet pattered to the bedroom, the door squeaking as it shut.
He lay there in the dark, he wasn’t sure how long he had lied there, he could hear the crickets singing and wind hitting the windows of the cabin. He pulled himself up and padded down the hall, he pushed the bedroom door open, Kris’ back was to him, he looked so much smaller in the bed. Adam pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor along with his jeans and socks. He climbed into the bed, facing Kris.
“Sometimes I still wish we were on Idol, at least then nothing was that complicated but even when it was, we didn’t care because it was our only shot.” He brought his left hand up and placed it on Kris’ cheek. “And I did blow you off and I did ignore you, I thought it would help us both move on from each other.”
Kris slowly opened his eyes; he stared into Adam’s piercing blue eyes that had patterned carved in the irises. Kris swallowed the lump in his throat.”Why-”
Adam’s thumb slid over Kris’ mouth. “I need to say this to you. I’ve had so many things that I wanted to say but couldn’t. Kris Allen, I’m in fucking love with you and I don’t care that I feel this way for you. I don’t care that you were married and happy. I don’t care that I ripped Drake’s heart out and stomped on it. What you do now knowing this, is up to you.”
Kris watched as tear droplets fell over Adam’s bottom lashes, he felt hot tears prick his brown eyes as he brought Adam’s mouth to his in a simple, chaste kiss.
“Whatever you do, you can't flush your career that you've worked so fucking hard on down the drain."
With that Kris molded himself to fit with Adam’s body; they fit together like a jig-saw puzzle, two perfectly made pieces that belonged together. Adam placed a kiss on Kris’ forehead.
“Tell me you will be there, I need you Adam.” Kris whispered into Adam’s chest, Adam nodded as his hand rubbed up and down Kris’ back.
“Always.”
Kris closed his eyes, for the first night in awhile he felt relieved and back on track, tomorrow it was time to start over and go back into the world, he was no longer scared and overwhelmed, he needed Adam and he didn’t care who knew it anymore.
End
Author's Note:Summary and cut lyrics belong to Boys Like Girls.
Author:brokenscreamx
Summary:I need to take a holiday/Maybe it's a fall from grace
Words:1,795
Rating: R
Warning(s):Light drug use.
Disclaimer: Not real, never happened. Fake as hale.
He moved through his packed suite of the Soho Hotel in London, his head pounded from the heavy bass thumping through the room and from the many shots he had consumed in a short amount of time. He grabbed another drink and downed it in one go.
Meet Adam Lambert, former theater queen, American Idol runner-up, and most recently the hottest international superstar, throw in glam and glitter and a side of snark and you got the package of Adam.
He plopped down on the red leather couch next to Drake who cuddled into him, he nuzzled Adam’s neck where he placed light kisses along his jugular, and he lightly bit and sucked. Adam took a sharp intake of air when a friend of a friend sat next to Adam and held out a half smoked joint, Adam graciously accepted as he took a hit, inhaling the thick smoke. He exhaled with a light cough; the smoke curling into the air, Drake straddled his lap as his hands slipped underneath his thin t-shirt.
Adam took another deep drag and brought Drake’s mouth to his, exhaling the smoke into Drake’s mouth, both exhaled and chuckled simultaneously. Drake stood up and pulled Adam with him toward the master suite, Drake pushed Adam to the bed as he shut and locked the door. Drake pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side as he straddled Adam's hips, Adam sat up and pulled his own shirt off and threw it to the floor, Drake's mouth immediately went to work on his neck, moving down his chest until he reached one of Adam's nipple, Adam hissed at the contact, Drake's right hand moved down to rub Adam's dick through the fabric of his jeans. Adam raked his hand through Drake's short hair, his stomach muscles tensed.
He felt his phone vibrate, and he dug into his pocket and stared down at the number that he didn’t recognize.
“Hello?” He asked in a shallow tone, he heard nothing on the other end.
“Hello?” He asked again, Drake's mouth stopped moving and he sat up, glaring at Adam. Adam's hand grabbed the side of his neck.
“The divorce is final.”
He heard Kris Allen’s smooth voice seep through the phone. ”What?” He asked as he pushed Drake off of him and went into the bathroom, shutting the door and leaning his back against it.
“I gave her everything; it doesn’t mean shit to me Adam.”
Adam chewed on the inside of his cheek before speaking.”Where are you?”
“Is that all you have to say to me?” Kris asked with a bitter laugh.”I haven’t heard from you in almost six months.”
“Kris.” Adam groaned as his hand rubbing over his face.
“I’m in Colorado, come meet me.”
Before Adam could protest Kris ended the call, Adam pushed the phone into his pocket and pressed the heel of his hand into his dick, trying to get his hard-on to go down. He went to the sink and splashed cold water onto his face and threw open the door, Drake was gone; he picked up his abandoned shirt and pulled it over his head.
Adam stepped out onto the balcony; his torso leaned over the rail and he wonder how bad it would hurt if he jumped to the street below. He chewed down on his bottom lip, his mind was hazy and he blamed the fact that he was pulling his phone out and dialing Kris’ personal assistant’s number on the amount of alcohol he had consumed. He got the information he needed and he thanked her and he could hear the suspicion in her voice and but he chose to ignore her and he hung up.
If he had a clearer mind, he would have probably waited til tomorrow to make any rational decisions but that wasn’t Adam’s style, he threw articles of clothing and toiletries into a backpack and stepped out from the master suite. He quickly pulled the plug to the music and ushered all the confused and angry people from his room, he thought about the mess but he would have to remember to call a maid in the morning from across the pond.
By evening Adam had landed, bitched at his manager and publicist and got thrown into a car and was driven to meet Kris. He leaned his head against the cold window, he had a splitting headache, he was hung over and he couldn’t really remember why he had made this decision.
The car came to a stop and Adam jerked his head away from the window and saw the cabin standing alone, tree surrounding the area, no sign of life anywhere, and such a Kris thing to do. Adam thanked the driver, got out and grabbed his backpack and walked up to the front door, he raised his hand and knocked.
He heard shuffling behind the door and then the door open and Kris stood there, his hair messy and greasy, he wore checkered plaid pajama bottoms and a plain white t-shirt, Kris looked shocked to say the least.
"Adam, what are you doing here?" He asked as he stepped back and let Adam in, Adam threw his backpack onto the couch, and he noticed there wasn't a television in sight.
"You told me to come meet you and here I am."
"I didn't-"
"I know." Adam finished with a shrug. "But I thought maybe you needed me for once." Adam turned and faced Kris who still stood by the door. "I know I've let you down and I just..." He sighed; he stepped in front of Kris and pulled the younger man into an embrace. "I've missed you Kris Allen."
If Kris wasn't already an emotional wreck that would have caused him to plummet deep into the dark hole he had been living in. He gripped Adam's back; if he could he would bury himself deep inside Adam and never face the outside again. Adam whispered soothing words in his ear, he placed a kiss on his neck, and he pulled back and caressed his cheek. Kris could feel the flush rising to his cheeks.
"Tell me why you are hiding from the world?" He asked as he sat on the couch, kicked his shoes off, and propped them up onto the coffee table. Kris rubbed his face, getting the tears out of his eyes as he sat next to Adam.
"I'm not hiding."
"That's not what your management or fans say, you haven't even talked to you mom in over a month." Adam rolled his head to the side, his eyes accusing Kris. Kris rolled his eyes with a shrug. Adam watched Kris out of the corner of his eye, he was sure he wanted to say something but didn't.
"Everything changed after Idol." Kris whispered and Kris wasn't sure if Adam even heard him. Adam's hand slipped into Kris', he squeezed his hand lightly.
"This is everything you've ever wanted though."
Kris jerked his hand out from Adam's and stood up, his arms flailed out, gesturing to the cabin."Yeah, this is just what I have always wanted Adam. I'm…fucking hiding from the world because I can’t deal with this. I’ve ruined my marriage, I’m in a middle of a tour, and I’m sure I’ve lost some fans since my escapade, and to top is off, the one person who I thought could make everything…” He took a breath as he looked at Adam.” The one person who I thought would understand seems to be living their own life and forgetting that I even exist.”
Adam’s eyebrows knitted together as he glanced up to Kris.”Do you really think I don’t need you? Or that I don’t care about you?”
Kris bit his bottom lip with a nod.”You have Drake.”
“You had Katy.” Adam fired back.
Kris nodded as he walked out of the room.”I’m going to bed.” He called from down the hall; Adam heard a door shut and then the water turn on.
Adam rubbed his face as he brought his feet up onto the couch and dug into his pocket and called Drake who of course decided to not answer which was no surprise to Adam. He heard the bathroom door open and Kris’ feet pattered to the bedroom, the door squeaking as it shut.
He lay there in the dark, he wasn’t sure how long he had lied there, he could hear the crickets singing and wind hitting the windows of the cabin. He pulled himself up and padded down the hall, he pushed the bedroom door open, Kris’ back was to him, he looked so much smaller in the bed. Adam pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor along with his jeans and socks. He climbed into the bed, facing Kris.
“Sometimes I still wish we were on Idol, at least then nothing was that complicated but even when it was, we didn’t care because it was our only shot.” He brought his left hand up and placed it on Kris’ cheek. “And I did blow you off and I did ignore you, I thought it would help us both move on from each other.”
Kris slowly opened his eyes; he stared into Adam’s piercing blue eyes that had patterned carved in the irises. Kris swallowed the lump in his throat.”Why-”
Adam’s thumb slid over Kris’ mouth. “I need to say this to you. I’ve had so many things that I wanted to say but couldn’t. Kris Allen, I’m in fucking love with you and I don’t care that I feel this way for you. I don’t care that you were married and happy. I don’t care that I ripped Drake’s heart out and stomped on it. What you do now knowing this, is up to you.”
Kris watched as tear droplets fell over Adam’s bottom lashes, he felt hot tears prick his brown eyes as he brought Adam’s mouth to his in a simple, chaste kiss.
“Whatever you do, you can't flush your career that you've worked so fucking hard on down the drain."
With that Kris molded himself to fit with Adam’s body; they fit together like a jig-saw puzzle, two perfectly made pieces that belonged together. Adam placed a kiss on Kris’ forehead.
“Tell me you will be there, I need you Adam.” Kris whispered into Adam’s chest, Adam nodded as his hand rubbed up and down Kris’ back.
“Always.”
Kris closed his eyes, for the first night in awhile he felt relieved and back on track, tomorrow it was time to start over and go back into the world, he was no longer scared and overwhelmed, he needed Adam and he didn’t care who knew it anymore.
End
Author's Note:Summary and cut lyrics belong to Boys Like Girls.