Sing Myself To Sleep
Title: Sing Myself To Sleep (You're My Favorite Melody)
Rating: PG
Summary: Kris has surgery and Adam is there to help him recover.
Warnings: total schmoop, be wary, in fluff out of practice I be. Tid bits of infidelity.
“Ah, I see you’re awake again, Mr. Allen.” Kris’ eyes fluttered as the odd, deep voice penetrated his brain. He felt like he was made of lead, including his eyelids which refused to open to reveal the person speaking. “Everything went fine; just remember to keep an eye on him, make sure he takes his medication, and probably best you help him drink or eat for the next day or so.” The voice wasn’t talking to him anymore, someone else in the room. Maybe Katy.
“Alright, anything else?” Okay, that was a male voice, so… Not Katy. It was familiar, though. But with the fog still over his brain he just couldn’t place a name. He thought of black hair and steely blue eyes.
The deeper voice came back. “Use teabags and gauze for the bleeding, no drinking through straws, and he may be nauseous from the anesthetic.” The voice laughed at something and then continued. “Mostly he’ll just be tired so don’t be worried if he sleeps for too long. Take care, Mr. Lambert.” A door closed somewhere and suddenly the name popped into his head.
“Yeah. I’m right here, honey.” He felt a large hand cover his. “Can you move at all? We need to get you into the chair.” His eyes finally managed to open and if he had the energy he’d laugh at what he saw. There was Adam, dressed in girl jeans and a larger version of a shirt he’d seen Katy wear before, and with his longer black hair tied back in a ponytail. He grinned. “Katy had an emergency so she called me in to be your wife for the week.”
Kris’ head lolled and for a second the world seemed to spin. He squeezed his eyes shut again and he heard Adam scoff. “You don’t have to be so sick about it. I’m going to be a good wife to you.”
He had to laugh now. He shook his head as well as he could and tried to pull himself up. He couldn’t complain as Adam lifted him up instead. “What’s wrong with Katy?” He slurred and Adam giggled.
“Oh god they sure drugged you up good.” He was lifted off the operating table all the way and into a wheelchair which seemed a lot more comfortable then it should’ve been. Sleep sounded like it’d be awesome right about now. Adam, however, had other ideas apparently. Kris grumbled as his ear was flicked and Adam chuckled. “Stay awake until I get you to the car, at least. I’m not going to carry you around everywhere.”
“Adam.” He ground out, his hand flopping on the taller man’s stomach before it gave up and fell back to the armrest. He squinted his eyes shut as he was moved out into the parking lot, and when he reopened them he was in Adam’s mustang, his sunglasses slid over his eyes to block out the obscenely bright light. He glanced around to see they were already halfway to his apartment with Katy. He groaned and dropped his head back into the seat. The cool leather felt amazing, but it didn’t help him to stay awake apparently, since the next time he opened his eyes Adam was trying to walk the both of them inside.
When they finally managed to get past the threshold Adam steered Kris straight to the couch a few feet away and went back outside. He came back in a few seconds later with about ten plastic bags, which he set on the kitchen counter. He passed out again when Adam pulled the third carton of strawberries out of one of the bags.
“Kris.” He grumbled and swatted at the hand shaking them then rolled his eyes open to see Adam kneeling beside him, a glass filled with pink in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. “You have to eat something then take this.”
“Don’t wanna.” Kris tried to roll back over for more sleep then Adam smacked him. Kris grumbled, and somewhere he wondered when Adam had grown a third hand. He reached a hand out for the glass. “Gimme.”
Adam rolled his eyes and set the glass down next to the pills he’d set down earlier. “Come on, Kristopher, let’s sit you up.” Adam did most of the work, as Kris mostly just flopped all over like he was boneless.
“Hey.” Kris lifted a hand to Adam’s extension-less hair as he reached for the glass. “You cut your hair.”
Adam snorted and shook his head, bracing one hand against the back of Kris’ neck and tilting his head back slightly as he tipped the glass against Kris’ lips. It was cold, and felt amazing on his pulsing gums. He took a few gulps before he could taste strawberries in it and the faint taste of banana. He licked his lips as Adam tipped the glass back again for him to swallow. “Adam.”
“Hmm?” He tilted it forward again and Kris gulped it down gratefully then frowned as he realized it was gone.
“Thank you.” He muttered as Adam set the glass down and picked out one of the pills. He got up for a moment for some water then tilt both Kris and the glass back before Kris popped it into his mouth and swallowed.
Adam shrugged as he helped Kris back down the couch. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Allen.”
When Kris fell asleep this time he dreamt. He had a feeling he was still pretty drugged up, though, considering it consisted of Adam dressed up as a housewife from the 60’s.
Adam was actually a rather good replacement wife. He was always there whenever Kris woke up, he made him laugh all the time when he was awake, and he made amazing smoothies and milkshakes. They were always different, so Kris didn’t get bored with anything. He figured before when his dentist said his wisdom teeth needed removed that he’d go insane after the first few hours of drinking whatever he ate.
When Kris could finally move without flopping and he didn’t pass out within five minutes they celebrated with a movie - Kris’ pick, they ended up watching The Lion King, Disney movie’s always made Kris’ feel better when he was sick. Adam simply hugged Kris a little tighter and drew the blanket closer around their bodies.
Kris was snoozing about half the way through the movie. He woke up in the middle of the night with Adam still tucked around him, his lips parted and eyes closed and breathing even. Kris didn’t hesitate as he leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to Adam’s lips then snuggled back in to the body providing better comfort than the blanket ever could.
Kris split the stitches in his mouth the third day. He was surprised when Adam, calm as can be, ripped open a tea packet and slipped the bag into his cheek as gentle as possible. The bleeding stopped in a few minutes and Adam made strawberry-banana smoothie - Kris’ favorite - with extra sugar to make up for the bitter taste in his mouth from the tea bag.
Adam got an extra long hug that night and when Kris woke up again with Adam conked out in the recliner he shuffled over to kiss him again. He managed to climb onto Adam’s lip without waking him and draped his blanket around the both of them as he cuddled up to the warm body.
The third night Kris stole a kiss and moved to cuddle up to Adam, he was caught. He yelped as hands tightened around his waist and Adam chuckled. “Naughty Kissifer.” He beamed down at the culprit and dropped another gentle kiss to the much too soft lips. Adam smiled under him and shook his head. “If you wanted to wake me up you could’ve just, you know, done it like a normal person and shake me awake.”
Kris shrugged. “I like this better.” He pressed another kiss and Adam tightened his grip, glaring at the pocket idol in his lap. “What?”
He smirked, his eyes dark and intimidating even without the lines of black around them. “You know damn well what.” He leaned back as far as he could in the cushion and shook his head as Kris leaned forward. “You know what you’re getting yourself into with each one of those.”
Kris paused and nodded, smiling. “I do.” He pressed another kiss, keeping his lips there for a few seconds more. “I want this.” When he leaned in again Adam captured Kris’ neck and kept him there for a few minutes, neither of the men moving past the others lips. When they pulled away Adam shifted Kris back into his chest and they sat in silence for a while. After a few minutes passed Kris looked up at him with a smile. “You’re the best substitute wife I could ever ask for.”
Adam cracked up.
Rating: PG
Summary: Kris has surgery and Adam is there to help him recover.
Warnings: total schmoop, be wary, in fluff out of practice I be. Tid bits of infidelity.
“Ah, I see you’re awake again, Mr. Allen.” Kris’ eyes fluttered as the odd, deep voice penetrated his brain. He felt like he was made of lead, including his eyelids which refused to open to reveal the person speaking. “Everything went fine; just remember to keep an eye on him, make sure he takes his medication, and probably best you help him drink or eat for the next day or so.” The voice wasn’t talking to him anymore, someone else in the room. Maybe Katy.
“Alright, anything else?” Okay, that was a male voice, so… Not Katy. It was familiar, though. But with the fog still over his brain he just couldn’t place a name. He thought of black hair and steely blue eyes.
The deeper voice came back. “Use teabags and gauze for the bleeding, no drinking through straws, and he may be nauseous from the anesthetic.” The voice laughed at something and then continued. “Mostly he’ll just be tired so don’t be worried if he sleeps for too long. Take care, Mr. Lambert.” A door closed somewhere and suddenly the name popped into his head.
“Yeah. I’m right here, honey.” He felt a large hand cover his. “Can you move at all? We need to get you into the chair.” His eyes finally managed to open and if he had the energy he’d laugh at what he saw. There was Adam, dressed in girl jeans and a larger version of a shirt he’d seen Katy wear before, and with his longer black hair tied back in a ponytail. He grinned. “Katy had an emergency so she called me in to be your wife for the week.”
Kris’ head lolled and for a second the world seemed to spin. He squeezed his eyes shut again and he heard Adam scoff. “You don’t have to be so sick about it. I’m going to be a good wife to you.”
He had to laugh now. He shook his head as well as he could and tried to pull himself up. He couldn’t complain as Adam lifted him up instead. “What’s wrong with Katy?” He slurred and Adam giggled.
“Oh god they sure drugged you up good.” He was lifted off the operating table all the way and into a wheelchair which seemed a lot more comfortable then it should’ve been. Sleep sounded like it’d be awesome right about now. Adam, however, had other ideas apparently. Kris grumbled as his ear was flicked and Adam chuckled. “Stay awake until I get you to the car, at least. I’m not going to carry you around everywhere.”
“Adam.” He ground out, his hand flopping on the taller man’s stomach before it gave up and fell back to the armrest. He squinted his eyes shut as he was moved out into the parking lot, and when he reopened them he was in Adam’s mustang, his sunglasses slid over his eyes to block out the obscenely bright light. He glanced around to see they were already halfway to his apartment with Katy. He groaned and dropped his head back into the seat. The cool leather felt amazing, but it didn’t help him to stay awake apparently, since the next time he opened his eyes Adam was trying to walk the both of them inside.
When they finally managed to get past the threshold Adam steered Kris straight to the couch a few feet away and went back outside. He came back in a few seconds later with about ten plastic bags, which he set on the kitchen counter. He passed out again when Adam pulled the third carton of strawberries out of one of the bags.
“Kris.” He grumbled and swatted at the hand shaking them then rolled his eyes open to see Adam kneeling beside him, a glass filled with pink in one hand and a bottle of pills in the other. “You have to eat something then take this.”
“Don’t wanna.” Kris tried to roll back over for more sleep then Adam smacked him. Kris grumbled, and somewhere he wondered when Adam had grown a third hand. He reached a hand out for the glass. “Gimme.”
Adam rolled his eyes and set the glass down next to the pills he’d set down earlier. “Come on, Kristopher, let’s sit you up.” Adam did most of the work, as Kris mostly just flopped all over like he was boneless.
“Hey.” Kris lifted a hand to Adam’s extension-less hair as he reached for the glass. “You cut your hair.”
Adam snorted and shook his head, bracing one hand against the back of Kris’ neck and tilting his head back slightly as he tipped the glass against Kris’ lips. It was cold, and felt amazing on his pulsing gums. He took a few gulps before he could taste strawberries in it and the faint taste of banana. He licked his lips as Adam tipped the glass back again for him to swallow. “Adam.”
“Hmm?” He tilted it forward again and Kris gulped it down gratefully then frowned as he realized it was gone.
“Thank you.” He muttered as Adam set the glass down and picked out one of the pills. He got up for a moment for some water then tilt both Kris and the glass back before Kris popped it into his mouth and swallowed.
Adam shrugged as he helped Kris back down the couch. “I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Allen.”
When Kris fell asleep this time he dreamt. He had a feeling he was still pretty drugged up, though, considering it consisted of Adam dressed up as a housewife from the 60’s.
Adam was actually a rather good replacement wife. He was always there whenever Kris woke up, he made him laugh all the time when he was awake, and he made amazing smoothies and milkshakes. They were always different, so Kris didn’t get bored with anything. He figured before when his dentist said his wisdom teeth needed removed that he’d go insane after the first few hours of drinking whatever he ate.
When Kris could finally move without flopping and he didn’t pass out within five minutes they celebrated with a movie - Kris’ pick, they ended up watching The Lion King, Disney movie’s always made Kris’ feel better when he was sick. Adam simply hugged Kris a little tighter and drew the blanket closer around their bodies.
Kris was snoozing about half the way through the movie. He woke up in the middle of the night with Adam still tucked around him, his lips parted and eyes closed and breathing even. Kris didn’t hesitate as he leaned forward and pressed a small kiss to Adam’s lips then snuggled back in to the body providing better comfort than the blanket ever could.
Kris split the stitches in his mouth the third day. He was surprised when Adam, calm as can be, ripped open a tea packet and slipped the bag into his cheek as gentle as possible. The bleeding stopped in a few minutes and Adam made strawberry-banana smoothie - Kris’ favorite - with extra sugar to make up for the bitter taste in his mouth from the tea bag.
Adam got an extra long hug that night and when Kris woke up again with Adam conked out in the recliner he shuffled over to kiss him again. He managed to climb onto Adam’s lip without waking him and draped his blanket around the both of them as he cuddled up to the warm body.
The third night Kris stole a kiss and moved to cuddle up to Adam, he was caught. He yelped as hands tightened around his waist and Adam chuckled. “Naughty Kissifer.” He beamed down at the culprit and dropped another gentle kiss to the much too soft lips. Adam smiled under him and shook his head. “If you wanted to wake me up you could’ve just, you know, done it like a normal person and shake me awake.”
Kris shrugged. “I like this better.” He pressed another kiss and Adam tightened his grip, glaring at the pocket idol in his lap. “What?”
He smirked, his eyes dark and intimidating even without the lines of black around them. “You know damn well what.” He leaned back as far as he could in the cushion and shook his head as Kris leaned forward. “You know what you’re getting yourself into with each one of those.”
Kris paused and nodded, smiling. “I do.” He pressed another kiss, keeping his lips there for a few seconds more. “I want this.” When he leaned in again Adam captured Kris’ neck and kept him there for a few minutes, neither of the men moving past the others lips. When they pulled away Adam shifted Kris back into his chest and they sat in silence for a while. After a few minutes passed Kris looked up at him with a smile. “You’re the best substitute wife I could ever ask for.”
Adam cracked up.