Coming Home
American Idol 8 RPF: Coming Home
Author: glambertgalore
Pairing: Kradam, who else?
Summary: Kris finally figures out why he isn't into Katy
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warnings: A tiny bit of angst? fluff? a little underage boy/boy lovin'? nothing, really.
Setting: AU, HS, set in Arkansas-Kris and Adam will graduate the same year. Kris is a year younger than Adam in this story. He will graduate early.
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
Author's Notes: This was written for a wonderful new friend who generously donated to a suicide prevention program in exchange for this fic. she wishes to remain anonymous, but she knows who she is, so THANK YOU!!!! You rock for this. This is the holiday season, and I'd like to take this opportunity to volunteer to write fic for any charity drives that may be happening. Also, I left this 'verse wide open to keep, as I had promised an HS AU verse anyway! So if people like it, I'll keep the 'verse, either as a collection of one shots set in the same 'verse or as an ongoing multi-chaptered story.
Coming Home
Kris Allen sat on the living room couch with his girlfriend, Katy O'Connell, getting in a bit of make- out time after school before his mother got home at 6 PM. Katy always drove him home from baseball practice on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, often staying to watch the end of practice if her drama rehearsals were over early enough. Afternoon make- out sessions always followed on those days, and while it seemed to mean the world to Katy, it was little more than part of a weekly routine to Kris.
Kris couldn't figure out for the life of him why he didn't care more about the time he spent on the couch with Katy. Most other guys in the school would kill to be in his shoes- captain of the baseball team, honor student about to graduate a year early, and dating the hottest girl in school to boot. But Kris couldn't care less. He'd rather play his viola or his guitar than play baseball any day, and he certainly could think of a million and one other things he'd rather do with his afternoons than make out with Katy O'Connell. In fact, his mind was usually elsewhere during these sessions; it seemed it was the only way he could make himself go through with them.
Katy didn't seem to notice Kris's nonchalant attitude when it came to her though, or, if she did, she certainly didn't verbalize it. She simply treated her time on the couch with Kris as the most precious moments of her life. Or so Kris thought.
On this particular afternoon in early April, Katy pulled away from Kris in an uncharacteristically abrupt manner.
“No matter what I do, you're just not into this are you?” she asked. “You're not into me.”
“Excuse me?” Kris asked, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Kris, we've been going out for almost a year now. You never put your hands anywhere but on my shoulders when we kiss, and you always seem like you're a million miles away. I thought maybe you were just nervous at first, but it's been long enough for you to be way past that if that were the case. I think I know what's wrong, but I don't want you to get mad if I'm way off base.” Katy looked him straight in the eye, though she was visibly uncomfortable.
“Katy, I won't get mad,” Kris said. “Spit whatever it is out so we can get on with this.”
“See, that's what I mean, Kris,” Katy said, her tone a little heated. “I'm your girlfriend. You should be ecstatic to be making out with me on the couch. It should be something to look forward to and to treasure, this time together. Instead, to you, it's something to get on with,” she said, finishing the sentence with a slight sneer. “There are plenty of guys in that school that would love to be in your shoes, and you don't even appreciate what you've got. I think I know why though, and I don't know why you didn't just tell me. I think you'd rather be on this couch with Adam Lambert than with me.”
Kris stared at Katy, thunderstruck. His first reaction was horror that she would even think such a thing, let alone say it. His second reaction was panic. Would she be angry enough to spread it around the whole school? He had to diffuse the situation and make sure that she was calm, as well as completely convinced of his heterosexuality before he left the house today.
“Listen, Katy,” he began, after taking a deep, steadying breath. “Adam and I did a play together. He's a cool guy, so we hung out a few times. That's it. I don't know where you're getting your ideas from, but what you are thinking couldn't be further from the truth. You know I have no problem with Adam being gay. But my hanging out with him doesn't mean that all of a sudden I'm gay too.”
Katy looked him in the eye again, but this time her tone was softer. “No, it doesn't mean that you're suddenly gay, Kris. It means that you've more than likely been gay all along, but somehow the idea never occurred to you.” She had a look in her eyes that Kris would swear was pity, and that made things worse. “I'm breaking up with you, Kris. We don't belong together. We never did. I never should have spent three years chasing after you until you caved. You were never interested. You started dating me because you felt like you were supposed to, I think. Everyone expected it, and isn't that what good, Christian small town kids do? Exactly what is expected of them? Usually it turns out ok, but this time it was a mistake. Listen to your heart Kris. Go hang out with Adam. Or hell, go hang out with any good- looking gay guy. You'll never be happy with a woman.”
With that, Katy gave him a quick, chaste peck on the lips and turned to go. “Oh,” she said, turning back around to face Kris as she reached the door. “Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell a soul. It's your information to reveal, not mine. And don't worry, I'll still give you rides home from practice.” She smiled, a little sadly, but mostly her face mirrored the same relief that Kris felt. “We're still friends, Kris. There's no shame in being gay. I'm just sorry it took me so long to tell you. I want you to know that I'm not angry though. I'd never be angry.”
With that, Katy opened the door and left, and Kris could hear the engine of her VW Beetle roar to life, then fade away as she pulled out of the driveway and roared down the street. Kris was left alone with his thoughts, knowing that she had been right.
Kris sat on the couch, lost in all that Katy had told him about himself, for a long time, only coming out of his reverie when his mother opened the door and entered the living room, weighed down with two large bags of Chinese take out. Kris hadn't realized that he was starving until the aroma made his stomach rumble. He hurried to help Kim Allen with her load, stopping briefly to kiss her cheek as he took one of the bags from her.
“What was that for?” she asked in surprise. “Not that I'm complaining, but it's not every day I get a 'just because' kiss from my son. It's nice though”
“No reason,” Kris said, smiling at her. His break up with Katy and his great gay revelation had left him confused, but lighter and happier than he had felt in a long time, perhaps ever. “I might be growing up, but I'll never be too old to kiss my mom when I feel like it.”
Kim smiled at that, though Kris detected a hint of confusion in her eyes. He told his mother everything, and with his brother Daniel spending the night at a friend's house and his father working until at least 11, coming out to his mother over a hearty Chinese dinner seemed like the perfect plan.
“Go wash up while I put the food out,” Kim said, smiling at her son. “And you can tell me about your day. You seem to be in an unusually good mood, which to be honest is a huge relief to me, and I want to know what brought about the change.”
Once they were settled at the table and digging into large plates of Chinese, Kris decided to tell his mother about his life-changing afternoon.
“Well, Mom,” he began, “Katy and I broke up this afternoon.” Kris waited for her response, but when all his mother did was continue to stare at him, he went on, “It was for the best though. She knew something about me that I didn't. Well, I guess I knew, but refused to acknowledge it.” Kris took a deep breath and decided to just spit it out. “I'm gay, Mom,” he said finally.
Kim stared for a second, then said softly, “I know that, honey. I suspected it as early as when you were about 10. Your dating Katy never fooled me. In fact, I always kind of resented that she pretty much forced you to date her. She hounded you and chased you for three years until you caved. It was always clear that you never gave a damn about her. Well, I am sure you care for her. But certainly not in the way she wanted you to. Your father made me keep quiet, said it was best for you to figure it out yourself, in your own time, when you were ready. Plus, I think he was secretly hoping that you would turn out to be straight. But don't worry, in his heart of hearts he knows and accepts the truth. We just want you to be happy, sweetie.”
With that, Kim got up from her chair and walked over to Kris, giving him a big hug and a long kiss. After a few moments, she released him and sat back down in her chair, resuming her meal.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, then Kim asked innocently, “So who's the lucky boy?”
Kris burst out laughing. “Mom, I've only known I was gay for about two hours. I don't think I'm gonna start dating yet. I can think of a few other life changes I want to make though. Since I'm graduating early, I only get three years to be a high school kid instead of four. I want to spend my last year doing what I want to do, and being who I want to be, rather than doing what is expected of me. I might take some heat, but I know it'll be worth it in the end. But I think that's enough grand revelations for one afternoon. We'll have another heart to heart this weekend when Dad and Daniel are out of town.”
“Ok,” Kim said, smiling at her son once again. “Go do your homework. As a celebration and a thank you for being honest with me and making me the first one you came out to, I'll take care of the dishes.”
Kris thanked his mother and stood from the table, kissing her again, then heading upstairs to study. For a guy that had just been dumped, he sure was happy.
The next day, Kris almost glided through the school day. He felt like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, and he had Katy to thank for it. He also had been toying with the idea of calling Adam to see what he was up to. It had been awhile since they had hung out-several months in fact. Even if randomly calling the only gay guy he knew out of the blue might be a bit weird, he didn't care. He needed someone to be on his level, someone who understood. It also didn't hurt that Adam was drop dead gorgeous, with his piercing blue eyes, perfectly cut and dyed black emo style hair, and his tall, lithe dancer's body. Kris could ask Adam out, then have Katy help him shop for an outfit for the occasion. Kris smiled at that. He was already playing up to gay stereotypes when it had been less than twenty-four hours since he had even admitted it to himself.
When he got home that afternoon, the first thing Kris did was lock himself in his room, in case his kid brother came barreling in. He was nervous as hell about calling Adam as it was, and he didn't need any further embarrassment. Besides, Daniel didn't know he was gay yet, and Kris wasn't sure if he was ready for him to know. However, if anything came of his date with Adam, he would have to tell everyone, because no way would Adam hide, and Kris wouldn't ask him to anyway.
Kris dialed Adam's number after he had settled himself comfortably on his bed, waiting anxiously for an answer. Thankfully the number was a cell, so Kris didn't have to worry about anyone else answering.
“Hello?” Adam's voice came over the line.
“Uh, hey Adam, this is Kris. Kris Allen. I was wondering if maybe we could get together this weekend? It's been forever since we hung out last, and well, I had a great time before. I understand if you're busy, but I'd really like to get together if you can,” Kris gushed.
“Whoa, Kris, buddy why so nervous? Sure we can get together, I'm free. Funny, I was just thinking about you the other day. I would have called you, but you beat me to it. Why don't we have dinner at that new restaurant? My treat. My parents are going out of town, and I've been doing great in school and I got the lead in a local college production that is open to high school students, so they gave me a ton of cash to celebrate. We could have dinner, then hang out here. Maybe you could even spend the night, if your folks say it's ok. “
“That sounds great!” Kris said, relieved, and trying to sound as dignified as possible in his excitement. He had a feeling he failed miserably.
“Saturday it is then. How about I pick you up at 8? The dinner rush will be winding down and we're more likely to get a nice, private table where we can catch up.”
“Sounds good to me. I'll ask my mom about spending the night too. I don't see her having a problem with it though, so I'll pack a bag and bring it along. Thanks, dude.”
“Looking forward to it,” Adam said. “If I don't see you at school in the next couple of days, I'll see you Saturday, Kris.” Adam rang off, leaving Kris with the phone in his hand feeling dazed and happy. He had a date with Adam Lambert!
On Friday, Katy met Kris after school to go shopping for an outfit for his date with Adam. He wasn't even sure Adam knew he was thinking of it as a date, but he would soon find out. Kris decided that it was all or nothing with everything now, and that he was going to meet life head on and do things as he had always wanted to do them instead of doing what was easy and expected, and come what may.
Katy had been generous and gracious about helping Kris look good for Adam, and Kris had a feeling that she would soon become his best girl friend, despite the fact that just a short while ago they had been going steady. He began to think that she had worked on getting over him before the actual break up, so that things wouldn't be awkward, and for that he was grateful.
They walked into Abercrombie and Fitch at around 4:30 PM Friday afternoon, just three days after their break up and two days after Kris had asked Adam out. He was growing increasingly nervous as the days went by, and he couldn't help counting them down.
Katy immediately found a tight black shirt that looked like it wouldn't fit someone half Kris's size and an equally small pair of low rise jeans to go with it. He immediately began shaking his head no, unable to speak. No way was he going to put that on!
“Kris, come on, you want to look sexy for Adam, don't you? And you see how he dresses. If you thought I was going to come here with you only to allow you to buy more plaid, you are sadly mistaken. Now try these on,” she ordered.
Kris sighed, but obediently took the garments and headed toward the dressing room. He struggled into the ridiculously tight jeans first, realizing that if he bought them, boxer briefs would be out. He'd never gone commando before, but he supposed he could make an exception for Adam. Hell, look how Adam dressed. With all that figure hugging clothing, Kris wondered if Adam even owned underwear.
After putting the shirt on with the jeans, Kris turned this way and that in front of the mirror. He had to admit, he looked good. The jeans rode low on his somewhat girly hips, and the skin tight shirt showed off his muscular chest and arms. Katy had been right. He smiled and stretched a bit, just to make sure the outfit would be comfortable enough to spend an entire evening in. When he lifted his arms, the shirt rode up just enough to show a bit of his treasure trail peeking out of the top of the incredibly low jeans. Kris smiled at that. That particular view was sure to entice Adam.
Kris decided to buy one more outfit for the next day, because he was sure he would wind up spending it with Adam, and he wanted to look good for that too. When he emerged from the dressing room, Katy squealed in delight, and she was already holding another outfit that looked just as enticing as the one he was wearing. This one consisted of skin tight ripped jeans, this time light and wash- worn, with the rips placed strategically at one knee and high up on one thigh, and a tight light blue tee with “Abercrombie” splashed across it in white lettering. She also carried a pair of black flip flops and a pair of tan ones.
“Kris, you'll look perfect! And these can all be part of the beginning of your hot new look, and you can finally rid of all that horrific plaid,” Katy was saying. Kris had a feeling she wouldn't take no for an answer here. “You have a reason to dress nice now,” she continued. “Everyone knows gay men have great taste in fashion.”
Kris just laughed and shook his head. “I'm gonna get both outfits. I already mentioned to mom that I needed some new clothes, so she gave me some cash. And Adam is paying for Saturday, and I have all the money from working over Christmas break, plus I never spent all my Christmas and birthday money. So, I say let's splurge. If that outfit you're holding is the same size as this one, there's no need to try it on. I'll get dressed.”
After Kris had paid for his outfit and bought Katy a much deserved ice cream cone from the food court in the mall, he was exhausted. She dropped him off at home soon after, insisting that he tell her about his date right down to the very last detail on Monday. Kris had laughed and promised he would. It was the least he could do since she was being so gracious about everything and helping make sure his time with Adam was a success. Kris usually hated shopping, but this had been necessary. Katy was right, he did need some new clothes. But she was the one that was sadly mistaken if she thought, even for a second, that he was giving up his plaid.
By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, Kris was beside himself with nervousness. He had packed an overnight bag after getting the go ahead from his mother to spend the night at Adam's, even though he could tell she was a little disappointed that he didn't want to stay home and have heart to hearts all weekend like they had originally planned. Kris felt a pang of guilt at that, but he would make it up to her. No way was he canceling on Adam.
Included in his bag were the light blue ripped jeans, Abercrombie shirt, and tan flip flops from the mall, extra cash, his usual toiletries, complete with a can of mousse that Katy had bought him for his hair. He had no idea how to use mousse, but he supposed it looked good to have it. By 7:45, Kris was dressed in the tight black shirt and dark blue low rise jeans(sans briefs), and black flip flops. He stood nervously in the living room, peeking out of the window every five minutes, even though Adam had said he'd like to come in and say hi to his mom, since it had been a long time since he had seen her too.
At ten till 8, Kim Allen walked quietly into the living room where Kris waited, making him jump a mile when she spoke. “Kris, baby, I have something for you,” she said. “ I am not implying anything, and you're almost a grown man, so it's really none of my business. But I just want you to be safe.”
With that, Kris's mother produced a box of Durex condoms. Kris stared at her in horror.
“Mom!” I cannot believe you bought me condoms. I am not having sex with anyone but my right hand, I assure you. I don't need them. God, this is embarrassing.” Kris could feel his face flush, and that made him even more nervous. At this rate, when Adam got here in-he checked the clock again- seven minutes, he'd look like a twelve year old at her first dance. Not that he didn't already look like that, but still.
“Take them anyway, baby, for me?” Kim was saying. “Please? I'll feel better if you do.”
Kris sighed, then kissed his mother on the cheek, taking the condoms from her. “Sure, Mom,” he said, resigned. “Better safe than sorry.”
Just as Kris had finished zipping the condoms safely into the backpack that was serving as his overnight bag, the doorbell rang. Kris checked his hair in the mirror before answering, and noticed his mother walking quickly toward the kitchen.
“No, Mom, he wants to say hi! You've already met him. Adam. The guy I did the play with,” Kris explained, motioning for Kim to come into the living room.
Kris opened the door, and Adam looked absolutely stunning. He was wearing a tight, sparkly David Bowie tee, a sparkly black blazer, and black skinny jeans. He had on the tiniest hint of make up, and his hair was falling into his eyes in the most enticing manner.
“Kris!” he exclaimed, first taking Kris's hand, and then pulling him into a one- armed hug. “It's been too long. How you doing?”
“Good,” Kris said, returning the gesture and motioning for Adam to come inside. “You remember my mom, Kim, right? And don't you dare call her Mrs. Allen, it makes her feel old.”
Adam laughed. “Of course I remember you mother! How could I ever forget someone so breathtaking?” Adam asked, pouring on his usual charm. Kris felt his stomach flip, and once again he realized what had been missing for him all this time. He had never felt this way with Katy.
Kim laughed at Adam, who had walked over, producing a single red rose seemingly from nowhere and handing it to Kris's mother.
“Handsome, charming, and thoughtful,” Kim praised. “Kris, he's a keeper!”
Both Kris and Adam froze, staring at Kim in disbelief for a second. Luckily, she didn't notice, and Adam recovered quickly.
“Yeah, I was just thinking of Kris the other day,” he told Kim. “We don't see nearly enough of each other. Anyway, we should get going. It was nice seeing you again Kim, and thank you for letting me borrow Kris for the weekend.”
“No problem, Adam, you boys have fun!”
Adam and Kris both waved at Kim one last time, then headed out to start their evening.
Once they were heading downtown towards the new restaurant, Adam asked about Kim's comment.
“What did she mean when she said I'm a keeper? That was completely unexpected. Not that I mind though, if you want to keep me,” he laughed.
Kris took a deep breath. The moment of truth had come a lot sooner than he had thought. “Adam, I should have been more clear on the phone. "My girlfriend and I broke up on Tuesday. We broke up because I'm gay and I have a crush on you.” There it was, all laid out. Kris could only hope that Adam wouldn't laugh at him.
At those words, Adam went right past the restaurant and had to turn around and go back. Oddly enough, he didn't seem shocked at Kris's news. He seemed more shocked at the fact that Kris had just blurted it out like that.
“It's about time, I've been waiting for you to come out of that closet, Allen,” Adam said, winking at Kris. “So what made you do it?”
“Katy,” Kris said. She knew I was just going through the motions. And now that we don't have the pressure of pretending something is there that isn't, we're having fun. She even went shopping with me.”
Adam laughed out loud at that, pulling into the parking space he had just found. “Seems like you got rid of a girlfriend but gained a fruit fly all in one. So I'm guessing your mom knew this was a date, and Katy knew this was a date too, judging by the awesome outfit she picked out for you,yet everyone forgot to send me the memo,'
Kris blushed. “Uh, yeah, that sounds about right. But we can just hang out if you want, it doesn't have to be a date, I didn't mean to try to trap you...” he babbled on until Adam softly put a finger to his lips to shush him.
“Shhhhh,” Adam whispered. “Of course I want it to be a date. Wouldn't have it any other way.”
They sat there in their parking space, the air thick with anticipation, staring into each other's eyes, their faces only inches apart in the dark in Adam's black Mustang. Slowly, carefully, Adam cupped Kris's face in his hands, and gave him a soft, tender kiss on the lips. He pulled away briefly, then kissed Kris again, harder and more intently this time.
Kris's whole body lit up with jolts of electricity and desire. He had never known it was possible to feel this way about anyone. Kissing Adam was like coming home, like finding everything he had ever been looking for right in this moment.
Kris deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Adam's mouth, and Adam mapped the inside of Kris's mouth, finally tangling their tongues together in an exquisite dance before pulling away, breathless.
“You are amazing, Kris Allen,” he said softly. “I'm glad you asked me out, and I hope we can keep doing this.”
Kris was speechless, so he simply smiled and said, “Sure. But we should get inside, I'm starving.”
Adam laughed. “Yeah, we should. I'm starving too.”
They got out of the car and headed for the restaurant hand in hand, giddy and high on their kiss. When they got inside, the hostess gave them a secluded table for two in a back corner. It seemed most of the dinner rush was over, and they had a secluded meal of appetizer sampler platters to share, including stuffed mushrooms, chips with salsa and guacamole, salad, and grilled shrimp. They talked about everything from food to school to their families, really getting to know each other. Once they were full to the brim, Adam paid the bill, leaving the lovely waitress a generous tip, and they left, headed for Adam's house.
Kris had only been to Adam's house once, and once inside, Adam led him upstairs, where they deposited Kris's bag in Adam's bedroom, getting him settled in for the weekend. That moment was a little awkward, and Adam asked, “Uh, did you want a guest room? We have two, you could take your pick...”
Kris shut him up with a kiss, though, and said, “Do I act like I want to sleep in a separate room from you?”
“No,” Adam said cautiously, “But, you know, no pressure. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We can just sleep and cuddle, or whatever. But its still early, and my parents left me the key to the liquor cabinet. They say they'd rather I drink here than out somewhere where I could get in trouble, but it's no big deal. Don't tell your mom if you think she won't like it. Wouldn't want her thinking I'm a bad influence now that I'm on her good side.”
Kris laughed at that and said, “My parents are the same way. They let me start drinking when I was fifteen, because they knew at some point I'd try it anyway. If you make something taboo, it just makes people more curious. If more parents thought like ours do, there would be fewer teenage drug addicts and alcoholics.”
“Alrighty then,” Adam said, heading back toward the stairs. “Let's get this party started.”
Once downstairs, Adam made them both some sort of fruity concoction that tasted good, but was definitely strong. They talked about everything, just like they had at the restaurant, this time going into greater detail. Adam explained how he wanted to pursue a career as a recording artist, and he would be leaving Arkansas to move back to California after graduation. Kris wasn't surprised at that, and he told Adam about how he'd rather be playing music than baseball any day.
As they became more and more intoxicated, the conversation became less verbal and more physical. They made out for more than an hour, grinding erect cocks against each other through impossibly tight jeans. Finally, they stripped from the waist down, and Adam jerked them both off in unison until they simultaneously spilled hot seed all over each other and his mother's new leather couch in the den.
They were completely spent, and drunk, and they barely mustered the strength to clean up their mess and haul themselves up to Adam's room to bed, finally falling asleep.
The boys awoke around noon the next day, and took turns showering and dressing, then had a light brunch made of the fruit salad Adam's mother had left for him. Then, it was time for Kris to go home. Adam had to finish his homework, as he would help his mother unpack, do the wash, and make dinner when his parents returned from their trip. Kris had schoolwork to do as well, and his parents would want him to attend evening church services, as he had skipped the morning service.
They kissed lazily in Kris's driveway, acutely aware of the twitch of the curtain. Kris's father's car was there too, and that most likely meant that he knew what was going on. It also meant that they couldn't make out in the driveway all afternoon, and that Adam would have to come inside.
They got out of the car, straightening their clothes and making themselves presentable for Kris's parents and brother. They could not, however, do anything about their flushed faces. Kris retrieved his backpack from the backseat of Adam's Mustang, and they went inside.
All three Allens were sitting on the living room couch. One look at his father and brother's faces told Kris that they knew the truth, but it also told him that everything was going to be ok, if not now, eventually.
Introductions were made, and after fifteen minutes, they were all laughing and joking like Adam was a part of the family. Kim invited Adam to dinner, but he declined, saying that he had homework and chores to do, but he would definitely come by sometime during the week for a raincheck. She told him he was welcome any time.
As Adam turned to go Neil Allen, who had been polite but rather quiet, spoke up. “Adam, I don't really understand what it is you have with my son. I have always suspected that this was a possibility, and had fooled myself into thinking that Kim and I were wrong when he dated Katy for so long. Now I know that we were not. I have my questions and reservations, but one thing is clear. You make my son happier than he's ever been. Treat him right, and there will be no problem. I apologize if I ever come off gruff or harsh or intolerant, but this is new to me, and it shatters a lot of hopes and dreams I once had for Kristopher. But know that if Kris is happy, we're happy. You're welcome here anytime. I am going away again next weekend, and I am taking Daniel with me. Since you hosted last time, why don't you and Kris hang out here with Kim? I think she'd like that.”
Adam smiled as he opened the door. “I'd like that, Mr. Allen, thank you,” he said graciously and left. A moment later Kris could hear the Mustang roar to life and back out of the driveway. He couldn't help looking out the window and waving. It was great to come home, not just to his family, but he knew he'd always have a home with Adam as well.
Author: glambertgalore
Pairing: Kradam, who else?
Summary: Kris finally figures out why he isn't into Katy
Rating: NC-17 to be safe
Warnings: A tiny bit of angst? fluff? a little underage boy/boy lovin'? nothing, really.
Setting: AU, HS, set in Arkansas-Kris and Adam will graduate the same year. Kris is a year younger than Adam in this story. He will graduate early.
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
Author's Notes: This was written for a wonderful new friend who generously donated to a suicide prevention program in exchange for this fic. she wishes to remain anonymous, but she knows who she is, so THANK YOU!!!! You rock for this. This is the holiday season, and I'd like to take this opportunity to volunteer to write fic for any charity drives that may be happening. Also, I left this 'verse wide open to keep, as I had promised an HS AU verse anyway! So if people like it, I'll keep the 'verse, either as a collection of one shots set in the same 'verse or as an ongoing multi-chaptered story.
Coming Home
Kris Allen sat on the living room couch with his girlfriend, Katy O'Connell, getting in a bit of make- out time after school before his mother got home at 6 PM. Katy always drove him home from baseball practice on Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays, often staying to watch the end of practice if her drama rehearsals were over early enough. Afternoon make- out sessions always followed on those days, and while it seemed to mean the world to Katy, it was little more than part of a weekly routine to Kris.
Kris couldn't figure out for the life of him why he didn't care more about the time he spent on the couch with Katy. Most other guys in the school would kill to be in his shoes- captain of the baseball team, honor student about to graduate a year early, and dating the hottest girl in school to boot. But Kris couldn't care less. He'd rather play his viola or his guitar than play baseball any day, and he certainly could think of a million and one other things he'd rather do with his afternoons than make out with Katy O'Connell. In fact, his mind was usually elsewhere during these sessions; it seemed it was the only way he could make himself go through with them.
Katy didn't seem to notice Kris's nonchalant attitude when it came to her though, or, if she did, she certainly didn't verbalize it. She simply treated her time on the couch with Kris as the most precious moments of her life. Or so Kris thought.
On this particular afternoon in early April, Katy pulled away from Kris in an uncharacteristically abrupt manner.
“No matter what I do, you're just not into this are you?” she asked. “You're not into me.”
“Excuse me?” Kris asked, confused. “What are you talking about?”
“Kris, we've been going out for almost a year now. You never put your hands anywhere but on my shoulders when we kiss, and you always seem like you're a million miles away. I thought maybe you were just nervous at first, but it's been long enough for you to be way past that if that were the case. I think I know what's wrong, but I don't want you to get mad if I'm way off base.” Katy looked him straight in the eye, though she was visibly uncomfortable.
“Katy, I won't get mad,” Kris said. “Spit whatever it is out so we can get on with this.”
“See, that's what I mean, Kris,” Katy said, her tone a little heated. “I'm your girlfriend. You should be ecstatic to be making out with me on the couch. It should be something to look forward to and to treasure, this time together. Instead, to you, it's something to get on with,” she said, finishing the sentence with a slight sneer. “There are plenty of guys in that school that would love to be in your shoes, and you don't even appreciate what you've got. I think I know why though, and I don't know why you didn't just tell me. I think you'd rather be on this couch with Adam Lambert than with me.”
Kris stared at Katy, thunderstruck. His first reaction was horror that she would even think such a thing, let alone say it. His second reaction was panic. Would she be angry enough to spread it around the whole school? He had to diffuse the situation and make sure that she was calm, as well as completely convinced of his heterosexuality before he left the house today.
“Listen, Katy,” he began, after taking a deep, steadying breath. “Adam and I did a play together. He's a cool guy, so we hung out a few times. That's it. I don't know where you're getting your ideas from, but what you are thinking couldn't be further from the truth. You know I have no problem with Adam being gay. But my hanging out with him doesn't mean that all of a sudden I'm gay too.”
Katy looked him in the eye again, but this time her tone was softer. “No, it doesn't mean that you're suddenly gay, Kris. It means that you've more than likely been gay all along, but somehow the idea never occurred to you.” She had a look in her eyes that Kris would swear was pity, and that made things worse. “I'm breaking up with you, Kris. We don't belong together. We never did. I never should have spent three years chasing after you until you caved. You were never interested. You started dating me because you felt like you were supposed to, I think. Everyone expected it, and isn't that what good, Christian small town kids do? Exactly what is expected of them? Usually it turns out ok, but this time it was a mistake. Listen to your heart Kris. Go hang out with Adam. Or hell, go hang out with any good- looking gay guy. You'll never be happy with a woman.”
With that, Katy gave him a quick, chaste peck on the lips and turned to go. “Oh,” she said, turning back around to face Kris as she reached the door. “Your secret is safe with me. I won't tell a soul. It's your information to reveal, not mine. And don't worry, I'll still give you rides home from practice.” She smiled, a little sadly, but mostly her face mirrored the same relief that Kris felt. “We're still friends, Kris. There's no shame in being gay. I'm just sorry it took me so long to tell you. I want you to know that I'm not angry though. I'd never be angry.”
With that, Katy opened the door and left, and Kris could hear the engine of her VW Beetle roar to life, then fade away as she pulled out of the driveway and roared down the street. Kris was left alone with his thoughts, knowing that she had been right.
Kris sat on the couch, lost in all that Katy had told him about himself, for a long time, only coming out of his reverie when his mother opened the door and entered the living room, weighed down with two large bags of Chinese take out. Kris hadn't realized that he was starving until the aroma made his stomach rumble. He hurried to help Kim Allen with her load, stopping briefly to kiss her cheek as he took one of the bags from her.
“What was that for?” she asked in surprise. “Not that I'm complaining, but it's not every day I get a 'just because' kiss from my son. It's nice though”
“No reason,” Kris said, smiling at her. His break up with Katy and his great gay revelation had left him confused, but lighter and happier than he had felt in a long time, perhaps ever. “I might be growing up, but I'll never be too old to kiss my mom when I feel like it.”
Kim smiled at that, though Kris detected a hint of confusion in her eyes. He told his mother everything, and with his brother Daniel spending the night at a friend's house and his father working until at least 11, coming out to his mother over a hearty Chinese dinner seemed like the perfect plan.
“Go wash up while I put the food out,” Kim said, smiling at her son. “And you can tell me about your day. You seem to be in an unusually good mood, which to be honest is a huge relief to me, and I want to know what brought about the change.”
Once they were settled at the table and digging into large plates of Chinese, Kris decided to tell his mother about his life-changing afternoon.
“Well, Mom,” he began, “Katy and I broke up this afternoon.” Kris waited for her response, but when all his mother did was continue to stare at him, he went on, “It was for the best though. She knew something about me that I didn't. Well, I guess I knew, but refused to acknowledge it.” Kris took a deep breath and decided to just spit it out. “I'm gay, Mom,” he said finally.
Kim stared for a second, then said softly, “I know that, honey. I suspected it as early as when you were about 10. Your dating Katy never fooled me. In fact, I always kind of resented that she pretty much forced you to date her. She hounded you and chased you for three years until you caved. It was always clear that you never gave a damn about her. Well, I am sure you care for her. But certainly not in the way she wanted you to. Your father made me keep quiet, said it was best for you to figure it out yourself, in your own time, when you were ready. Plus, I think he was secretly hoping that you would turn out to be straight. But don't worry, in his heart of hearts he knows and accepts the truth. We just want you to be happy, sweetie.”
With that, Kim got up from her chair and walked over to Kris, giving him a big hug and a long kiss. After a few moments, she released him and sat back down in her chair, resuming her meal.
They ate in silence for a few minutes, then Kim asked innocently, “So who's the lucky boy?”
Kris burst out laughing. “Mom, I've only known I was gay for about two hours. I don't think I'm gonna start dating yet. I can think of a few other life changes I want to make though. Since I'm graduating early, I only get three years to be a high school kid instead of four. I want to spend my last year doing what I want to do, and being who I want to be, rather than doing what is expected of me. I might take some heat, but I know it'll be worth it in the end. But I think that's enough grand revelations for one afternoon. We'll have another heart to heart this weekend when Dad and Daniel are out of town.”
“Ok,” Kim said, smiling at her son once again. “Go do your homework. As a celebration and a thank you for being honest with me and making me the first one you came out to, I'll take care of the dishes.”
Kris thanked his mother and stood from the table, kissing her again, then heading upstairs to study. For a guy that had just been dumped, he sure was happy.
The next day, Kris almost glided through the school day. He felt like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, and he had Katy to thank for it. He also had been toying with the idea of calling Adam to see what he was up to. It had been awhile since they had hung out-several months in fact. Even if randomly calling the only gay guy he knew out of the blue might be a bit weird, he didn't care. He needed someone to be on his level, someone who understood. It also didn't hurt that Adam was drop dead gorgeous, with his piercing blue eyes, perfectly cut and dyed black emo style hair, and his tall, lithe dancer's body. Kris could ask Adam out, then have Katy help him shop for an outfit for the occasion. Kris smiled at that. He was already playing up to gay stereotypes when it had been less than twenty-four hours since he had even admitted it to himself.
When he got home that afternoon, the first thing Kris did was lock himself in his room, in case his kid brother came barreling in. He was nervous as hell about calling Adam as it was, and he didn't need any further embarrassment. Besides, Daniel didn't know he was gay yet, and Kris wasn't sure if he was ready for him to know. However, if anything came of his date with Adam, he would have to tell everyone, because no way would Adam hide, and Kris wouldn't ask him to anyway.
Kris dialed Adam's number after he had settled himself comfortably on his bed, waiting anxiously for an answer. Thankfully the number was a cell, so Kris didn't have to worry about anyone else answering.
“Hello?” Adam's voice came over the line.
“Uh, hey Adam, this is Kris. Kris Allen. I was wondering if maybe we could get together this weekend? It's been forever since we hung out last, and well, I had a great time before. I understand if you're busy, but I'd really like to get together if you can,” Kris gushed.
“Whoa, Kris, buddy why so nervous? Sure we can get together, I'm free. Funny, I was just thinking about you the other day. I would have called you, but you beat me to it. Why don't we have dinner at that new restaurant? My treat. My parents are going out of town, and I've been doing great in school and I got the lead in a local college production that is open to high school students, so they gave me a ton of cash to celebrate. We could have dinner, then hang out here. Maybe you could even spend the night, if your folks say it's ok. “
“That sounds great!” Kris said, relieved, and trying to sound as dignified as possible in his excitement. He had a feeling he failed miserably.
“Saturday it is then. How about I pick you up at 8? The dinner rush will be winding down and we're more likely to get a nice, private table where we can catch up.”
“Sounds good to me. I'll ask my mom about spending the night too. I don't see her having a problem with it though, so I'll pack a bag and bring it along. Thanks, dude.”
“Looking forward to it,” Adam said. “If I don't see you at school in the next couple of days, I'll see you Saturday, Kris.” Adam rang off, leaving Kris with the phone in his hand feeling dazed and happy. He had a date with Adam Lambert!
On Friday, Katy met Kris after school to go shopping for an outfit for his date with Adam. He wasn't even sure Adam knew he was thinking of it as a date, but he would soon find out. Kris decided that it was all or nothing with everything now, and that he was going to meet life head on and do things as he had always wanted to do them instead of doing what was easy and expected, and come what may.
Katy had been generous and gracious about helping Kris look good for Adam, and Kris had a feeling that she would soon become his best girl friend, despite the fact that just a short while ago they had been going steady. He began to think that she had worked on getting over him before the actual break up, so that things wouldn't be awkward, and for that he was grateful.
They walked into Abercrombie and Fitch at around 4:30 PM Friday afternoon, just three days after their break up and two days after Kris had asked Adam out. He was growing increasingly nervous as the days went by, and he couldn't help counting them down.
Katy immediately found a tight black shirt that looked like it wouldn't fit someone half Kris's size and an equally small pair of low rise jeans to go with it. He immediately began shaking his head no, unable to speak. No way was he going to put that on!
“Kris, come on, you want to look sexy for Adam, don't you? And you see how he dresses. If you thought I was going to come here with you only to allow you to buy more plaid, you are sadly mistaken. Now try these on,” she ordered.
Kris sighed, but obediently took the garments and headed toward the dressing room. He struggled into the ridiculously tight jeans first, realizing that if he bought them, boxer briefs would be out. He'd never gone commando before, but he supposed he could make an exception for Adam. Hell, look how Adam dressed. With all that figure hugging clothing, Kris wondered if Adam even owned underwear.
After putting the shirt on with the jeans, Kris turned this way and that in front of the mirror. He had to admit, he looked good. The jeans rode low on his somewhat girly hips, and the skin tight shirt showed off his muscular chest and arms. Katy had been right. He smiled and stretched a bit, just to make sure the outfit would be comfortable enough to spend an entire evening in. When he lifted his arms, the shirt rode up just enough to show a bit of his treasure trail peeking out of the top of the incredibly low jeans. Kris smiled at that. That particular view was sure to entice Adam.
Kris decided to buy one more outfit for the next day, because he was sure he would wind up spending it with Adam, and he wanted to look good for that too. When he emerged from the dressing room, Katy squealed in delight, and she was already holding another outfit that looked just as enticing as the one he was wearing. This one consisted of skin tight ripped jeans, this time light and wash- worn, with the rips placed strategically at one knee and high up on one thigh, and a tight light blue tee with “Abercrombie” splashed across it in white lettering. She also carried a pair of black flip flops and a pair of tan ones.
“Kris, you'll look perfect! And these can all be part of the beginning of your hot new look, and you can finally rid of all that horrific plaid,” Katy was saying. Kris had a feeling she wouldn't take no for an answer here. “You have a reason to dress nice now,” she continued. “Everyone knows gay men have great taste in fashion.”
Kris just laughed and shook his head. “I'm gonna get both outfits. I already mentioned to mom that I needed some new clothes, so she gave me some cash. And Adam is paying for Saturday, and I have all the money from working over Christmas break, plus I never spent all my Christmas and birthday money. So, I say let's splurge. If that outfit you're holding is the same size as this one, there's no need to try it on. I'll get dressed.”
After Kris had paid for his outfit and bought Katy a much deserved ice cream cone from the food court in the mall, he was exhausted. She dropped him off at home soon after, insisting that he tell her about his date right down to the very last detail on Monday. Kris had laughed and promised he would. It was the least he could do since she was being so gracious about everything and helping make sure his time with Adam was a success. Kris usually hated shopping, but this had been necessary. Katy was right, he did need some new clothes. But she was the one that was sadly mistaken if she thought, even for a second, that he was giving up his plaid.
By the time Saturday afternoon rolled around, Kris was beside himself with nervousness. He had packed an overnight bag after getting the go ahead from his mother to spend the night at Adam's, even though he could tell she was a little disappointed that he didn't want to stay home and have heart to hearts all weekend like they had originally planned. Kris felt a pang of guilt at that, but he would make it up to her. No way was he canceling on Adam.
Included in his bag were the light blue ripped jeans, Abercrombie shirt, and tan flip flops from the mall, extra cash, his usual toiletries, complete with a can of mousse that Katy had bought him for his hair. He had no idea how to use mousse, but he supposed it looked good to have it. By 7:45, Kris was dressed in the tight black shirt and dark blue low rise jeans(sans briefs), and black flip flops. He stood nervously in the living room, peeking out of the window every five minutes, even though Adam had said he'd like to come in and say hi to his mom, since it had been a long time since he had seen her too.
At ten till 8, Kim Allen walked quietly into the living room where Kris waited, making him jump a mile when she spoke. “Kris, baby, I have something for you,” she said. “ I am not implying anything, and you're almost a grown man, so it's really none of my business. But I just want you to be safe.”
With that, Kris's mother produced a box of Durex condoms. Kris stared at her in horror.
“Mom!” I cannot believe you bought me condoms. I am not having sex with anyone but my right hand, I assure you. I don't need them. God, this is embarrassing.” Kris could feel his face flush, and that made him even more nervous. At this rate, when Adam got here in-he checked the clock again- seven minutes, he'd look like a twelve year old at her first dance. Not that he didn't already look like that, but still.
“Take them anyway, baby, for me?” Kim was saying. “Please? I'll feel better if you do.”
Kris sighed, then kissed his mother on the cheek, taking the condoms from her. “Sure, Mom,” he said, resigned. “Better safe than sorry.”
Just as Kris had finished zipping the condoms safely into the backpack that was serving as his overnight bag, the doorbell rang. Kris checked his hair in the mirror before answering, and noticed his mother walking quickly toward the kitchen.
“No, Mom, he wants to say hi! You've already met him. Adam. The guy I did the play with,” Kris explained, motioning for Kim to come into the living room.
Kris opened the door, and Adam looked absolutely stunning. He was wearing a tight, sparkly David Bowie tee, a sparkly black blazer, and black skinny jeans. He had on the tiniest hint of make up, and his hair was falling into his eyes in the most enticing manner.
“Kris!” he exclaimed, first taking Kris's hand, and then pulling him into a one- armed hug. “It's been too long. How you doing?”
“Good,” Kris said, returning the gesture and motioning for Adam to come inside. “You remember my mom, Kim, right? And don't you dare call her Mrs. Allen, it makes her feel old.”
Adam laughed. “Of course I remember you mother! How could I ever forget someone so breathtaking?” Adam asked, pouring on his usual charm. Kris felt his stomach flip, and once again he realized what had been missing for him all this time. He had never felt this way with Katy.
Kim laughed at Adam, who had walked over, producing a single red rose seemingly from nowhere and handing it to Kris's mother.
“Handsome, charming, and thoughtful,” Kim praised. “Kris, he's a keeper!”
Both Kris and Adam froze, staring at Kim in disbelief for a second. Luckily, she didn't notice, and Adam recovered quickly.
“Yeah, I was just thinking of Kris the other day,” he told Kim. “We don't see nearly enough of each other. Anyway, we should get going. It was nice seeing you again Kim, and thank you for letting me borrow Kris for the weekend.”
“No problem, Adam, you boys have fun!”
Adam and Kris both waved at Kim one last time, then headed out to start their evening.
Once they were heading downtown towards the new restaurant, Adam asked about Kim's comment.
“What did she mean when she said I'm a keeper? That was completely unexpected. Not that I mind though, if you want to keep me,” he laughed.
Kris took a deep breath. The moment of truth had come a lot sooner than he had thought. “Adam, I should have been more clear on the phone. "My girlfriend and I broke up on Tuesday. We broke up because I'm gay and I have a crush on you.” There it was, all laid out. Kris could only hope that Adam wouldn't laugh at him.
At those words, Adam went right past the restaurant and had to turn around and go back. Oddly enough, he didn't seem shocked at Kris's news. He seemed more shocked at the fact that Kris had just blurted it out like that.
“It's about time, I've been waiting for you to come out of that closet, Allen,” Adam said, winking at Kris. “So what made you do it?”
“Katy,” Kris said. She knew I was just going through the motions. And now that we don't have the pressure of pretending something is there that isn't, we're having fun. She even went shopping with me.”
Adam laughed out loud at that, pulling into the parking space he had just found. “Seems like you got rid of a girlfriend but gained a fruit fly all in one. So I'm guessing your mom knew this was a date, and Katy knew this was a date too, judging by the awesome outfit she picked out for you,yet everyone forgot to send me the memo,'
Kris blushed. “Uh, yeah, that sounds about right. But we can just hang out if you want, it doesn't have to be a date, I didn't mean to try to trap you...” he babbled on until Adam softly put a finger to his lips to shush him.
“Shhhhh,” Adam whispered. “Of course I want it to be a date. Wouldn't have it any other way.”
They sat there in their parking space, the air thick with anticipation, staring into each other's eyes, their faces only inches apart in the dark in Adam's black Mustang. Slowly, carefully, Adam cupped Kris's face in his hands, and gave him a soft, tender kiss on the lips. He pulled away briefly, then kissed Kris again, harder and more intently this time.
Kris's whole body lit up with jolts of electricity and desire. He had never known it was possible to feel this way about anyone. Kissing Adam was like coming home, like finding everything he had ever been looking for right in this moment.
Kris deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue into Adam's mouth, and Adam mapped the inside of Kris's mouth, finally tangling their tongues together in an exquisite dance before pulling away, breathless.
“You are amazing, Kris Allen,” he said softly. “I'm glad you asked me out, and I hope we can keep doing this.”
Kris was speechless, so he simply smiled and said, “Sure. But we should get inside, I'm starving.”
Adam laughed. “Yeah, we should. I'm starving too.”
They got out of the car and headed for the restaurant hand in hand, giddy and high on their kiss. When they got inside, the hostess gave them a secluded table for two in a back corner. It seemed most of the dinner rush was over, and they had a secluded meal of appetizer sampler platters to share, including stuffed mushrooms, chips with salsa and guacamole, salad, and grilled shrimp. They talked about everything from food to school to their families, really getting to know each other. Once they were full to the brim, Adam paid the bill, leaving the lovely waitress a generous tip, and they left, headed for Adam's house.
Kris had only been to Adam's house once, and once inside, Adam led him upstairs, where they deposited Kris's bag in Adam's bedroom, getting him settled in for the weekend. That moment was a little awkward, and Adam asked, “Uh, did you want a guest room? We have two, you could take your pick...”
Kris shut him up with a kiss, though, and said, “Do I act like I want to sleep in a separate room from you?”
“No,” Adam said cautiously, “But, you know, no pressure. We don't have to do anything you don't want to do. We can just sleep and cuddle, or whatever. But its still early, and my parents left me the key to the liquor cabinet. They say they'd rather I drink here than out somewhere where I could get in trouble, but it's no big deal. Don't tell your mom if you think she won't like it. Wouldn't want her thinking I'm a bad influence now that I'm on her good side.”
Kris laughed at that and said, “My parents are the same way. They let me start drinking when I was fifteen, because they knew at some point I'd try it anyway. If you make something taboo, it just makes people more curious. If more parents thought like ours do, there would be fewer teenage drug addicts and alcoholics.”
“Alrighty then,” Adam said, heading back toward the stairs. “Let's get this party started.”
Once downstairs, Adam made them both some sort of fruity concoction that tasted good, but was definitely strong. They talked about everything, just like they had at the restaurant, this time going into greater detail. Adam explained how he wanted to pursue a career as a recording artist, and he would be leaving Arkansas to move back to California after graduation. Kris wasn't surprised at that, and he told Adam about how he'd rather be playing music than baseball any day.
As they became more and more intoxicated, the conversation became less verbal and more physical. They made out for more than an hour, grinding erect cocks against each other through impossibly tight jeans. Finally, they stripped from the waist down, and Adam jerked them both off in unison until they simultaneously spilled hot seed all over each other and his mother's new leather couch in the den.
They were completely spent, and drunk, and they barely mustered the strength to clean up their mess and haul themselves up to Adam's room to bed, finally falling asleep.
The boys awoke around noon the next day, and took turns showering and dressing, then had a light brunch made of the fruit salad Adam's mother had left for him. Then, it was time for Kris to go home. Adam had to finish his homework, as he would help his mother unpack, do the wash, and make dinner when his parents returned from their trip. Kris had schoolwork to do as well, and his parents would want him to attend evening church services, as he had skipped the morning service.
They kissed lazily in Kris's driveway, acutely aware of the twitch of the curtain. Kris's father's car was there too, and that most likely meant that he knew what was going on. It also meant that they couldn't make out in the driveway all afternoon, and that Adam would have to come inside.
They got out of the car, straightening their clothes and making themselves presentable for Kris's parents and brother. They could not, however, do anything about their flushed faces. Kris retrieved his backpack from the backseat of Adam's Mustang, and they went inside.
All three Allens were sitting on the living room couch. One look at his father and brother's faces told Kris that they knew the truth, but it also told him that everything was going to be ok, if not now, eventually.
Introductions were made, and after fifteen minutes, they were all laughing and joking like Adam was a part of the family. Kim invited Adam to dinner, but he declined, saying that he had homework and chores to do, but he would definitely come by sometime during the week for a raincheck. She told him he was welcome any time.
As Adam turned to go Neil Allen, who had been polite but rather quiet, spoke up. “Adam, I don't really understand what it is you have with my son. I have always suspected that this was a possibility, and had fooled myself into thinking that Kim and I were wrong when he dated Katy for so long. Now I know that we were not. I have my questions and reservations, but one thing is clear. You make my son happier than he's ever been. Treat him right, and there will be no problem. I apologize if I ever come off gruff or harsh or intolerant, but this is new to me, and it shatters a lot of hopes and dreams I once had for Kristopher. But know that if Kris is happy, we're happy. You're welcome here anytime. I am going away again next weekend, and I am taking Daniel with me. Since you hosted last time, why don't you and Kris hang out here with Kim? I think she'd like that.”
Adam smiled as he opened the door. “I'd like that, Mr. Allen, thank you,” he said graciously and left. A moment later Kris could hear the Mustang roar to life and back out of the driveway. He couldn't help looking out the window and waving. It was great to come home, not just to his family, but he knew he'd always have a home with Adam as well.