altruism - part four
title - altruism
pairing - kris/adam
rating - r
warning - angsty
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 - i promised i would update asap!!! :) so i hope that i didn't leave you waiting too long...
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Adam tried to ignore the nightmares that night. After he came out of the bathroom, feeling a little more calmed down, he found Kris laying on top of his comforter, asleep. Adam desperately wanted to be mad, wanted to turn away and forget all about Kris. It should just be one more week and then they would be done.
But he couldn't. As he looked at his roommate, who was slowly tightening his grip on the blanket, his mutters becoming louder and his tossing becoming more violent, Adam realized he really couldn't stop himself from caring for Kris.
Okay, so he was kind of upset that Kris hadn't told him about the whole stalker thing. However, if he had been the victim of the stalker's hate instead of Kris, it would've been a different story. Now, all Adam could do was worry about Kris. Even though he didn't want to care, he couldn't help it.
He sighed. Climbing into the bed, he couldn't stay mad at Kris. His worry about his well-being was overwhelming the smidgen of anger that he held towards him.
Trying to keep it together, he did what he had done every night for the past three weeks. As wrapped his arms around the shaking Kris, Adam swore to himself that with every fiber in his being, he was going to protect Kris from whoever had it out for him.
They'd come too far together to lose it all. And like Adam had said, he couldn't go on without Kris now.
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Feeling the sun come in from the blinds and warm him, Kris opened his eyes and stretched out. It couldn't have been much past six, which meant that he was really ahead of schedule. He and Adam weren't supposed to meet with the producers about the next week until around eight. Which meant that this was the perfect time to put his plan into action.
He looked to his left, and immediately felt like he had been punched in the gut. Just when he had been trying to cut all of losses and just move on, Adam had to go and make it worse.
Last night - it was supposed to be the end of everything. Adam was supposed to go ballistic and hate him and never want to forgive him, not be okay with everything and comfort him again when it came to the nightmares.
Kris would've been okay with it too, because if it kept going on like this, Kris wouldn't be able to stand it any longer. He knew he was acting completely ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. He was so on the edge, that he felt insane. But he had to save himself.
To save Adam.
Looking over at Adam's sleeping figure, Kris just wanted to forget about the competition, the stalker, everything else, and just lay here with him. It was beginning to get to him and becoming too much to handle.
Eventually, he was going to have to tell Adam that his marriage to Katy had all been a sham. That he seriously and completely was not a married man. And that he did really think he was in...love...with him.
Fuck his hormones. Who needed them?
Gently, he removed Adam's arms from his waist, who responded by muttering and rolling over, burying his head in the pillow. Kris resisted smiling at him, reminding himself of what he was forcing himself to do.
As silently as he possibly could, he got out of bed, grabbing Adam's SideKick from the table next to the bed. Without looking back, he shut the door to the bathroom, clutching Adam's phone against his heart.
Once he closed the door, he opened up 'Contacts' and scrolled to B, trying not to vomit when he saw the name Brad<3 typed in. It was just a stupid heart. Nothing else. It wasn't even a real heart. A less than three symbol.
But all that was written for his name was 'Kris'. No fake little heart.
Kris mentally scolded himself, telling himself to keep his sights on what he came here to do. His finger was shaking over the SEND button. He needed to keep Adam safe, no matter what price. He would do anything to keep Adam's eyes on the prize, even if it meant taking himself out of the competition.
He knew Adam was lying when he said all that stuff yesterday. It couldn't have been true. The kiss? Well, that was definitely a different story. But Adam needed to focus on the competition - not some stalker who was trying to kill Kris because they were in love with Adam even though it was Adam's on-again/off-again boyfriend.
And definitely not what was happening between him and Kris.
With that, he made up his mind and pushed SEND, waiting for it to dial.
"Adam? Why the fuck are you calling me at 6:30 in the morning?" Brad drawled sleepily.
"Not Adam," Kris replied curtly.
Suddenly, Brad was wide awake. "I was wondering when I was going to hear from you again. After that little show you gave at the restaurant a few weeks ago, Drama Queen, I figured you were down for the count. But just like the little cockroach you are, I can't get rid of you."
Leaning against the cool porcelain of the toilet, Kris closed his eyes, sighing. "What do you want from me, Brad?"
"What I really what is for you to shown as the scum you are. For all the world to see. How you pretend to be this pretentious little married Southern boy with not a care in the world, yet you have the most demons of us all. From what I've seen, I don't even think you are married. That ring on your finger is a lie. And it's a lie that you aren't in love with Adam Lambert."
Kris swallowed, trying to retain his composure. He wasn't sure why Brad was so good at reading him, but somehow, Brad always mananged to hit the nail on the head with him. "You're - you're wrong."
Brad laughed. "Sure, sure. You just keep telling yourself that. But if I'm so wrong, then why did you cave in and call me? Does Adam know about the stalker? Are you trying to protect him? Stop him from caring? Because really, that sure does not sound like someone who is not involved..."
Kris remained silent. "What do you want Brad? I called you because I want to end this."
"Well, see now this is all your fault. If you could've just listened to me before, it would've been so much easier. You could've just quit and then it would've been over. But no, of course not, you can't trust me. Now, it would be too obvious for you to back out of the finale, so you're going to have to stick through with it," Brad spat angrily. Then his tone of voice changed quickly, causing a chill to travel down Kris's spine. "I guess the only thing that we can do now is to meet. In person. Just you and I."
"Name your time and place and I'll be there," Kris responded, even though everything else was protesting.
"Tomorrow afternoon at the cafe on the downtown green. Be there at 2. And if anyone else follows you, it's all over. For both you and Adam," Brad answered darkly before he hung up.
Staring at the phone he was gripping onto tightly in his hand, Kris felt nauseous. He had just agreed to meet the man who had been threatening to kill him for the past three or so months. Was he insane?
Through the thin walls, he heard Adam roll over in bed before calling out his name, confused to why he was alone in the bed. Kris took a deep breath as he stood up and made his way to the door. As he rested his hand on the doorknob, he realized that no, he was not insane.
Just in love.
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It was four o'clock. Kris had been waiting at the cafe for over two hours, and there was no sign of Brad. No call, no sign, nothing. Kris rolled his eyes as he tossed his coffee cup into the garbage. He had kind of been expecting this, but he had also kind of been hoping he had been wrong.
As he started to walk back to the mansion, he realized that he had tried. There was nothing else he could've tried. If Brad had backed out of the meeting, what else could Kris do to make Brad talk?
Granted, this definitely was not going to help with his situation with Adam. He wanted to get away from everything. Upsetting and selfish as it sounded, he wanted to get away from Adam because he couldn't confront his own feelings.
So he was going to do what he did best - run.
If he went to Brad and did whatever he wanted, maybe it would guarantee Adam's safety. And Kris would lose the competition, so Adam and Kris most likely wouldn't be spending as much time around each other. Plus, once Adam found out what Kris had done, he would be do upset with Kris that he would never want to see him after the tour.
Approaching the mansion, Kris began to wonder - was there any part of him that regretted coming on the show? It had been an amazing experience, but the relationship he had created with Adam...maybe it had cost him too much.
He was going to have to come out of his lie at some point, he had a stalker, and was in love with someone who would never return the feelings.
Love was never supposed to be like this, either. It was supposed to be easy, clear cut and black and white. It wasn't supposed to be complicated, toe curling, or crazy like what he was experiencing with Adam.
Was it all worth it?
When climbing the stairs to his room, his phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, he saw it was Brad.
"So, couldn't face me?" Kris jeered, a dark tone tinging his voice.
"Whoa, hey hey now. Don't get all bitchy with me now. I just had to get my priorities straight before I could talk to you. I want to meet again, though. Sound good?" Brad responded, sounding unusually calm.
Kris stopped at his door, his hand on the knob. "When? What exactly do you want Brad? Because I gave you the time to meet me, and you just blew me off, so I'm a little bit confused. What do you want?" he exclaimed, opening his door.
"What I want is to see is for you to fall so far that you that you couldn't even reach Adam with your words," Brad spat. Kris walked into the room, a little unnerved about how still the room was.
"And as for that meeting - how about right now?"
Kris jumped, suddenly aware that the voice was not coming from the phone but instead from right behind him. He jumped, trying to react as fast as possible, but there wasn't enough time before something heavy crashed down over his head, bringing him down into darkness.
pairing - kris/adam
rating - r
warning - angsty
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 - i promised i would update asap!!! :) so i hope that i didn't leave you waiting too long...
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Adam tried to ignore the nightmares that night. After he came out of the bathroom, feeling a little more calmed down, he found Kris laying on top of his comforter, asleep. Adam desperately wanted to be mad, wanted to turn away and forget all about Kris. It should just be one more week and then they would be done.
But he couldn't. As he looked at his roommate, who was slowly tightening his grip on the blanket, his mutters becoming louder and his tossing becoming more violent, Adam realized he really couldn't stop himself from caring for Kris.
Okay, so he was kind of upset that Kris hadn't told him about the whole stalker thing. However, if he had been the victim of the stalker's hate instead of Kris, it would've been a different story. Now, all Adam could do was worry about Kris. Even though he didn't want to care, he couldn't help it.
He sighed. Climbing into the bed, he couldn't stay mad at Kris. His worry about his well-being was overwhelming the smidgen of anger that he held towards him.
Trying to keep it together, he did what he had done every night for the past three weeks. As wrapped his arms around the shaking Kris, Adam swore to himself that with every fiber in his being, he was going to protect Kris from whoever had it out for him.
They'd come too far together to lose it all. And like Adam had said, he couldn't go on without Kris now.
_____
Feeling the sun come in from the blinds and warm him, Kris opened his eyes and stretched out. It couldn't have been much past six, which meant that he was really ahead of schedule. He and Adam weren't supposed to meet with the producers about the next week until around eight. Which meant that this was the perfect time to put his plan into action.
He looked to his left, and immediately felt like he had been punched in the gut. Just when he had been trying to cut all of losses and just move on, Adam had to go and make it worse.
Last night - it was supposed to be the end of everything. Adam was supposed to go ballistic and hate him and never want to forgive him, not be okay with everything and comfort him again when it came to the nightmares.
Kris would've been okay with it too, because if it kept going on like this, Kris wouldn't be able to stand it any longer. He knew he was acting completely ridiculous, but he couldn't help it. He was so on the edge, that he felt insane. But he had to save himself.
To save Adam.
Looking over at Adam's sleeping figure, Kris just wanted to forget about the competition, the stalker, everything else, and just lay here with him. It was beginning to get to him and becoming too much to handle.
Eventually, he was going to have to tell Adam that his marriage to Katy had all been a sham. That he seriously and completely was not a married man. And that he did really think he was in...love...with him.
Fuck his hormones. Who needed them?
Gently, he removed Adam's arms from his waist, who responded by muttering and rolling over, burying his head in the pillow. Kris resisted smiling at him, reminding himself of what he was forcing himself to do.
As silently as he possibly could, he got out of bed, grabbing Adam's SideKick from the table next to the bed. Without looking back, he shut the door to the bathroom, clutching Adam's phone against his heart.
Once he closed the door, he opened up 'Contacts' and scrolled to B, trying not to vomit when he saw the name Brad<3 typed in. It was just a stupid heart. Nothing else. It wasn't even a real heart. A less than three symbol.
But all that was written for his name was 'Kris'. No fake little heart.
Kris mentally scolded himself, telling himself to keep his sights on what he came here to do. His finger was shaking over the SEND button. He needed to keep Adam safe, no matter what price. He would do anything to keep Adam's eyes on the prize, even if it meant taking himself out of the competition.
He knew Adam was lying when he said all that stuff yesterday. It couldn't have been true. The kiss? Well, that was definitely a different story. But Adam needed to focus on the competition - not some stalker who was trying to kill Kris because they were in love with Adam even though it was Adam's on-again/off-again boyfriend.
And definitely not what was happening between him and Kris.
With that, he made up his mind and pushed SEND, waiting for it to dial.
"Adam? Why the fuck are you calling me at 6:30 in the morning?" Brad drawled sleepily.
"Not Adam," Kris replied curtly.
Suddenly, Brad was wide awake. "I was wondering when I was going to hear from you again. After that little show you gave at the restaurant a few weeks ago, Drama Queen, I figured you were down for the count. But just like the little cockroach you are, I can't get rid of you."
Leaning against the cool porcelain of the toilet, Kris closed his eyes, sighing. "What do you want from me, Brad?"
"What I really what is for you to shown as the scum you are. For all the world to see. How you pretend to be this pretentious little married Southern boy with not a care in the world, yet you have the most demons of us all. From what I've seen, I don't even think you are married. That ring on your finger is a lie. And it's a lie that you aren't in love with Adam Lambert."
Kris swallowed, trying to retain his composure. He wasn't sure why Brad was so good at reading him, but somehow, Brad always mananged to hit the nail on the head with him. "You're - you're wrong."
Brad laughed. "Sure, sure. You just keep telling yourself that. But if I'm so wrong, then why did you cave in and call me? Does Adam know about the stalker? Are you trying to protect him? Stop him from caring? Because really, that sure does not sound like someone who is not involved..."
Kris remained silent. "What do you want Brad? I called you because I want to end this."
"Well, see now this is all your fault. If you could've just listened to me before, it would've been so much easier. You could've just quit and then it would've been over. But no, of course not, you can't trust me. Now, it would be too obvious for you to back out of the finale, so you're going to have to stick through with it," Brad spat angrily. Then his tone of voice changed quickly, causing a chill to travel down Kris's spine. "I guess the only thing that we can do now is to meet. In person. Just you and I."
"Name your time and place and I'll be there," Kris responded, even though everything else was protesting.
"Tomorrow afternoon at the cafe on the downtown green. Be there at 2. And if anyone else follows you, it's all over. For both you and Adam," Brad answered darkly before he hung up.
Staring at the phone he was gripping onto tightly in his hand, Kris felt nauseous. He had just agreed to meet the man who had been threatening to kill him for the past three or so months. Was he insane?
Through the thin walls, he heard Adam roll over in bed before calling out his name, confused to why he was alone in the bed. Kris took a deep breath as he stood up and made his way to the door. As he rested his hand on the doorknob, he realized that no, he was not insane.
Just in love.
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It was four o'clock. Kris had been waiting at the cafe for over two hours, and there was no sign of Brad. No call, no sign, nothing. Kris rolled his eyes as he tossed his coffee cup into the garbage. He had kind of been expecting this, but he had also kind of been hoping he had been wrong.
As he started to walk back to the mansion, he realized that he had tried. There was nothing else he could've tried. If Brad had backed out of the meeting, what else could Kris do to make Brad talk?
Granted, this definitely was not going to help with his situation with Adam. He wanted to get away from everything. Upsetting and selfish as it sounded, he wanted to get away from Adam because he couldn't confront his own feelings.
So he was going to do what he did best - run.
If he went to Brad and did whatever he wanted, maybe it would guarantee Adam's safety. And Kris would lose the competition, so Adam and Kris most likely wouldn't be spending as much time around each other. Plus, once Adam found out what Kris had done, he would be do upset with Kris that he would never want to see him after the tour.
Approaching the mansion, Kris began to wonder - was there any part of him that regretted coming on the show? It had been an amazing experience, but the relationship he had created with Adam...maybe it had cost him too much.
He was going to have to come out of his lie at some point, he had a stalker, and was in love with someone who would never return the feelings.
Love was never supposed to be like this, either. It was supposed to be easy, clear cut and black and white. It wasn't supposed to be complicated, toe curling, or crazy like what he was experiencing with Adam.
Was it all worth it?
When climbing the stairs to his room, his phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, he saw it was Brad.
"So, couldn't face me?" Kris jeered, a dark tone tinging his voice.
"Whoa, hey hey now. Don't get all bitchy with me now. I just had to get my priorities straight before I could talk to you. I want to meet again, though. Sound good?" Brad responded, sounding unusually calm.
Kris stopped at his door, his hand on the knob. "When? What exactly do you want Brad? Because I gave you the time to meet me, and you just blew me off, so I'm a little bit confused. What do you want?" he exclaimed, opening his door.
"What I want is to see is for you to fall so far that you that you couldn't even reach Adam with your words," Brad spat. Kris walked into the room, a little unnerved about how still the room was.
"And as for that meeting - how about right now?"
Kris jumped, suddenly aware that the voice was not coming from the phone but instead from right behind him. He jumped, trying to react as fast as possible, but there wasn't enough time before something heavy crashed down over his head, bringing him down into darkness.