fic - altruism (part 1)
title- altruism
author- xrockoutx116
rating- r
pairing- kris/adam
warning- mucho angst, unbetaed
summary- Matt rolled his eyes. “Kris. Listen to yourself for maybe two seconds here, if it’s, you know, at all possible. You’re not going to tell Adam, your roommate and best friend in this house that you have been receiving threatening letters from his very own personal stalker, telling you that you’ve now become too close to Adam for his liking and he wants you out of the picture. Or else...”
notes- lurker alert! i've been hanging around this fandom for a while, and i'm not really why i got so hooked, but i love it now (almost as much as cookleta). this idea behind this comes from the prompt/request post. so yeah. enjoy. :)
disclaimer- not mine.
Matt glanced at the letter, back at Kris, and then at the letter again. His lips were pressed in a thin line, making his expression unreadable. He simply stared at the crumpled piece of paper, as if it was about to blow up at any moment. A few moments passed between them, making Kris feel like he had made an even bigger mistake by coming to Matt.
The letter dropped onto the space on the bed between them. Matt closed his eyes and pinched onto the bridge of his nose. “How many does this one make it?”
A strangled gasp escaped Kris’s lips. He wasn’t expecting a question like that. “I - don’t - wait - what?”
Matt groaned in frustration, throwing his arms down. “The letter. There had to be more before this one. How. Many. Were. There. Before?” Matt articulated.
There was no getting out of this now, especially because it was Matt, who wasn’t going to let him off the hook until he spilled. Which was a major reason why he went to Matt in the first place. There would be no escaping him.
Kris looked away from the penetrating stare. He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, feeling a blush creeping into his cheeks. “They’ve been coming since semi-finals week.”
Slowly, the expression on Matt’s face changed. From one to disgust to terror and shock and worry. Kris could see the wheels slowly turning in his head. “Seven - seven weeks?”
Kris didn’t say anything, which was sufficient enough of an answer for Matt. He just kept his eyes on the rug in the room the Matt and Danny now shared. He felt Matt’s eyes on him, but he didn’t do anything. He had been dealing enough with this for eight weeks. He hadn’t let him affect him or his performances. He wasn’t about to break down now.
“We have to tell someone else,” Matt stated simply. “The production people.”
“No. We can’t. You can’t,” Kris exclaimed, startled. He jabbed a finger into Matt’s shoulder. “You have to swear to me that you won’t say anything about what I’ve just told you, Matt.”
“The least you need to do is tell Adam what’s going on,” Matt continued, ignoring Kris and pushing his finger away.
Kris shot up off the bed the two were sitting on. “NO! That’s the last thing I would ever do.” The thought had crossed his mind multiple times, in fact. Was it better for Adam to know the truth? But then again, something like this could ruin his chances of winning, which was the last thing Kris wanted to do. Kris understood how much Adam lived and breathed this competition. He needed to win this. He deserved every bit of it.
Matt rolled his eyes. “Kris. Listen to yourself for maybe two seconds here, if it’s, you know, at all possible. You’re not going to tell Adam, you’re roommate and best friend in this house that you have been receiving threatening letters from his very own personal stalker, telling you that you’ve now become too close to Adam for his liking and he wants you out of the picture. Or else,” Matt explained, getting off the bed. “Wouldn’t you want him to do the same thing for you?”
The room was awkwardly silent for a moment, apart from the sound of the fan whirring above them. A few moments passed before Kris bent down and picked up the letter. Slowly standing up, he kept his eyes on the paper. “He would never have to tell me, because it wouldn’t happen.” With that, he silently walked out, leaving Matt standing in the middle of his room dumbly.
Kris stomped back to his room, swinging the door open angrily. It slammed into the wall with a clatter before Kris slammed it closed. Muttering under his breath, he went and hid the letter with the six others he had received. He stood, looking at them for a moment. Week eight’s performance was coming tomorrow. Disco night. Which meant that the letter would be coming as well.
“Something wrong there?” a voice asked from the bathroom door. Kris jumped and spun around to see Adam leaning against the frame of the door, dressed in only a pair of boxers. Still moist from the shower, his freckles were prominently showing, and his eyes looked even bluer with the lack of eyeliner. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “I thought your time of the month wasn’t for another couple days,” Adam joked.
Kris stared at him for a moment, slightly confused. His mind was more in the place of the letter that he was going to receive tomorrow in the mail, just like he had for the past seven weeks. “Oh. Funny. Yeah.” He turned around the slammed the top drawer of his dresser shut, only after hiding the envelopes under clothes.
Sensing distress, Adam pushed himself off of the doorframe and walked over to Kris. “What’s wrong?” He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You seem like something’s up. You can tell me.”
Kris only turned to look at Adam for a moment before shrugging out of the touch. If only he could tell Adam everything. How he had been keeping this secret for the past two months. And because of what? They were roommates, yet the stalker thought that they were…involved.
Adam had a right to know he was being stalked, but Kris was the one in danger right now. If Kris said anything to Adam about it, he‘d flip out and make sure nothing happened to Kris. Which would take the creeper’s attention off of Kris and back onto Adam, putting him in danger.
Kris sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”
- - -
The next night after the performance, Kris had gone up to his room immediately after they got home. The others voiced their concern about him, but he just said that he worn out. If only they knew what it had said this time...
“…I know what’s going on…you can’t keep hiding it any longer. With Adam’s song today…you two might as well just come out to the nation. But the thing is - Adam’s mine and he always has been mine, whether he knows it or not. I will have him, forever. And no little Southern goodie-two-shoes boy is going to stand in my way. But seeing as you haven’t listened to me in the past, I want to meet you. Face to face. Obviously you understand what’d happen if you said something, so let’s meet. Chitchat about what a HUGE mistake you’d be making by not leaving this competition. Just keep your eyes open. I’ll be around.”
The letter had gone in with the others into his top drawer. He’d stood in front of the dresser for a moment, just looking down at the letters. Stalkers who wanted to meet never ended well. It just didn’t go together. But like always, this was his cross to bare.
When Adam came into their room a few hours later, he started to get undressed. As he was pulling a white t-shirt over his head, he turned to look at his roommate, who was tossing and turning in his bed. Shrugging it off, Adam pulled the shirt over his head and went to the bathroom. But when he came back out, he saw the Kris was still thrashing in his bed, muttering stuff in his sleep.
Adam walked across the room and stood over Kris’s bed. His fingers were digging into the mattress as his eyes darted back and forth under his lids. “Stop…leave…him…me…”
Adam shook his head, trying not to laugh. “Jeez, Kris. Secretive, moody, having nightmares? What‘s next on your list? Have some sort of secret agenda?” He started to walk to his own bed but froze when he heard the next word, uttered clear as day.
“Adam.”
Adam slowly turned around and walked back to the bedside of Kris. Slowly, he sat down on the edge of the bed. He starts to reach out to Kris, but almost immediately pulls back. As Kris continued to toss in his sheets, Adam sighed. This was definitely considered to be crossing that line that the two of them had set up when they found out that they would be rooming together. Kris was a newlywed, where Adam had Brad. Although saying that didn’t mean a whole lot to Adam. Brad was more of a friend.
As he watched Kris’s face turn into one of horror and pain in his sleep, Adam trailed a comforting hand up and down his arm. Something was definitely wrong with Kris, but he wouldn’t tell Adam. He hated seeing him like this. Kris was pretty much his rock. When he started to lose his head, Kris would remind him to keep his eyes on the prize. All while flashing him a cheeky grin.
But when Kris broke down, it mean that it was time for Adam to step up and do the same for him. Because he couldn’t let whatever this was get in Kris’s head and affect his time in the competition. Without Kris around…there was no point for Adam to stay.
Noticing that Kris had calmed down, Adam rolled his eyes. “Only you would make me do this, Allen.” He pulled back the covers and pushed Kris to the side of the bed slightly. “And if you get mad at me for this, I’m going to have to hurt you.” But as soon as Adam had climbed in and pulled the covers over the two of them, he found himself going against every set of rules the two had laid out months ago. Wrapping his arms around a still trembling Kris, he whispered to himself until he feel asleep, “…only for him, only for him, only for him…”
author- xrockoutx116
rating- r
pairing- kris/adam
warning- mucho angst, unbetaed
summary- Matt rolled his eyes. “Kris. Listen to yourself for maybe two seconds here, if it’s, you know, at all possible. You’re not going to tell Adam, your roommate and best friend in this house that you have been receiving threatening letters from his very own personal stalker, telling you that you’ve now become too close to Adam for his liking and he wants you out of the picture. Or else...”
notes- lurker alert! i've been hanging around this fandom for a while, and i'm not really why i got so hooked, but i love it now (almost as much as cookleta). this idea behind this comes from the prompt/request post. so yeah. enjoy. :)
disclaimer- not mine.
Matt glanced at the letter, back at Kris, and then at the letter again. His lips were pressed in a thin line, making his expression unreadable. He simply stared at the crumpled piece of paper, as if it was about to blow up at any moment. A few moments passed between them, making Kris feel like he had made an even bigger mistake by coming to Matt.
The letter dropped onto the space on the bed between them. Matt closed his eyes and pinched onto the bridge of his nose. “How many does this one make it?”
A strangled gasp escaped Kris’s lips. He wasn’t expecting a question like that. “I - don’t - wait - what?”
Matt groaned in frustration, throwing his arms down. “The letter. There had to be more before this one. How. Many. Were. There. Before?” Matt articulated.
There was no getting out of this now, especially because it was Matt, who wasn’t going to let him off the hook until he spilled. Which was a major reason why he went to Matt in the first place. There would be no escaping him.
Kris looked away from the penetrating stare. He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, feeling a blush creeping into his cheeks. “They’ve been coming since semi-finals week.”
Slowly, the expression on Matt’s face changed. From one to disgust to terror and shock and worry. Kris could see the wheels slowly turning in his head. “Seven - seven weeks?”
Kris didn’t say anything, which was sufficient enough of an answer for Matt. He just kept his eyes on the rug in the room the Matt and Danny now shared. He felt Matt’s eyes on him, but he didn’t do anything. He had been dealing enough with this for eight weeks. He hadn’t let him affect him or his performances. He wasn’t about to break down now.
“We have to tell someone else,” Matt stated simply. “The production people.”
“No. We can’t. You can’t,” Kris exclaimed, startled. He jabbed a finger into Matt’s shoulder. “You have to swear to me that you won’t say anything about what I’ve just told you, Matt.”
“The least you need to do is tell Adam what’s going on,” Matt continued, ignoring Kris and pushing his finger away.
Kris shot up off the bed the two were sitting on. “NO! That’s the last thing I would ever do.” The thought had crossed his mind multiple times, in fact. Was it better for Adam to know the truth? But then again, something like this could ruin his chances of winning, which was the last thing Kris wanted to do. Kris understood how much Adam lived and breathed this competition. He needed to win this. He deserved every bit of it.
Matt rolled his eyes. “Kris. Listen to yourself for maybe two seconds here, if it’s, you know, at all possible. You’re not going to tell Adam, you’re roommate and best friend in this house that you have been receiving threatening letters from his very own personal stalker, telling you that you’ve now become too close to Adam for his liking and he wants you out of the picture. Or else,” Matt explained, getting off the bed. “Wouldn’t you want him to do the same thing for you?”
The room was awkwardly silent for a moment, apart from the sound of the fan whirring above them. A few moments passed before Kris bent down and picked up the letter. Slowly standing up, he kept his eyes on the paper. “He would never have to tell me, because it wouldn’t happen.” With that, he silently walked out, leaving Matt standing in the middle of his room dumbly.
Kris stomped back to his room, swinging the door open angrily. It slammed into the wall with a clatter before Kris slammed it closed. Muttering under his breath, he went and hid the letter with the six others he had received. He stood, looking at them for a moment. Week eight’s performance was coming tomorrow. Disco night. Which meant that the letter would be coming as well.
“Something wrong there?” a voice asked from the bathroom door. Kris jumped and spun around to see Adam leaning against the frame of the door, dressed in only a pair of boxers. Still moist from the shower, his freckles were prominently showing, and his eyes looked even bluer with the lack of eyeliner. He crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. “I thought your time of the month wasn’t for another couple days,” Adam joked.
Kris stared at him for a moment, slightly confused. His mind was more in the place of the letter that he was going to receive tomorrow in the mail, just like he had for the past seven weeks. “Oh. Funny. Yeah.” He turned around the slammed the top drawer of his dresser shut, only after hiding the envelopes under clothes.
Sensing distress, Adam pushed himself off of the doorframe and walked over to Kris. “What’s wrong?” He placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “You seem like something’s up. You can tell me.”
Kris only turned to look at Adam for a moment before shrugging out of the touch. If only he could tell Adam everything. How he had been keeping this secret for the past two months. And because of what? They were roommates, yet the stalker thought that they were…involved.
Adam had a right to know he was being stalked, but Kris was the one in danger right now. If Kris said anything to Adam about it, he‘d flip out and make sure nothing happened to Kris. Which would take the creeper’s attention off of Kris and back onto Adam, putting him in danger.
Kris sighed. “You wouldn’t understand.”
- - -
The next night after the performance, Kris had gone up to his room immediately after they got home. The others voiced their concern about him, but he just said that he worn out. If only they knew what it had said this time...
“…I know what’s going on…you can’t keep hiding it any longer. With Adam’s song today…you two might as well just come out to the nation. But the thing is - Adam’s mine and he always has been mine, whether he knows it or not. I will have him, forever. And no little Southern goodie-two-shoes boy is going to stand in my way. But seeing as you haven’t listened to me in the past, I want to meet you. Face to face. Obviously you understand what’d happen if you said something, so let’s meet. Chitchat about what a HUGE mistake you’d be making by not leaving this competition. Just keep your eyes open. I’ll be around.”
The letter had gone in with the others into his top drawer. He’d stood in front of the dresser for a moment, just looking down at the letters. Stalkers who wanted to meet never ended well. It just didn’t go together. But like always, this was his cross to bare.
When Adam came into their room a few hours later, he started to get undressed. As he was pulling a white t-shirt over his head, he turned to look at his roommate, who was tossing and turning in his bed. Shrugging it off, Adam pulled the shirt over his head and went to the bathroom. But when he came back out, he saw the Kris was still thrashing in his bed, muttering stuff in his sleep.
Adam walked across the room and stood over Kris’s bed. His fingers were digging into the mattress as his eyes darted back and forth under his lids. “Stop…leave…him…me…”
Adam shook his head, trying not to laugh. “Jeez, Kris. Secretive, moody, having nightmares? What‘s next on your list? Have some sort of secret agenda?” He started to walk to his own bed but froze when he heard the next word, uttered clear as day.
“Adam.”
Adam slowly turned around and walked back to the bedside of Kris. Slowly, he sat down on the edge of the bed. He starts to reach out to Kris, but almost immediately pulls back. As Kris continued to toss in his sheets, Adam sighed. This was definitely considered to be crossing that line that the two of them had set up when they found out that they would be rooming together. Kris was a newlywed, where Adam had Brad. Although saying that didn’t mean a whole lot to Adam. Brad was more of a friend.
As he watched Kris’s face turn into one of horror and pain in his sleep, Adam trailed a comforting hand up and down his arm. Something was definitely wrong with Kris, but he wouldn’t tell Adam. He hated seeing him like this. Kris was pretty much his rock. When he started to lose his head, Kris would remind him to keep his eyes on the prize. All while flashing him a cheeky grin.
But when Kris broke down, it mean that it was time for Adam to step up and do the same for him. Because he couldn’t let whatever this was get in Kris’s head and affect his time in the competition. Without Kris around…there was no point for Adam to stay.
Noticing that Kris had calmed down, Adam rolled his eyes. “Only you would make me do this, Allen.” He pulled back the covers and pushed Kris to the side of the bed slightly. “And if you get mad at me for this, I’m going to have to hurt you.” But as soon as Adam had climbed in and pulled the covers over the two of them, he found himself going against every set of rules the two had laid out months ago. Wrapping his arms around a still trembling Kris, he whispered to himself until he feel asleep, “…only for him, only for him, only for him…”