something_rare

Title: Can't Let You Go - Chapter Three
Rating: R
Pairings: Adam Lambert/Kris Allen
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. The characters and events portrayed are fictitious, and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental.
Beta: bigj52. Thanks for your patience and continuous support.

Summary: Nothing can beat true love, except...maybe another true love.

Chapter Three

Kris quickly jumped up from the sand and brushed himself off. It was obvious to Adam that he was hell bent on getting out of the situation. Looking back towards the mainland, Kris glanced down for only a moment. “I should probably get back…it’s getting late.”

“Does that scare you?” Adam questioned, slowly rising to his feet.

“Honestly?” Kris squeaked out, “a little, yes.”

Grabbing his hand, Adam decided to let the subject drop. “Are you going to avoid me now?”

“No…I’m not that scared,” Kris replied, letting out a little laugh. “I am an adult, you know.”

“So I can swing by in the morning and you won’t blow me off?”

“I won’t blow you off…promise.”

Together, hand in hand, and in complete silence they walked back to his room. When they were finally in front of his door, Adam stopped Kris from going in by pulling Kris around to face him. “Did you realize how much we have in common back there?”

Kris stared at him intently.

“We’re both here because we were dragged into it…we both have two younger brothers…we both live in LA, only minutes from each other…neither one of us have any pets…we’ve both thought about sleeping with each other…”

Kris stopped Adam by standing up on his toes and placing a kiss on Adam’s cheek. “I had a nice time tonight…thanks.”

“So did I,” Adam replied earnestly. And that was the honest truth. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had such a great evening; it had definitely been a while. “Maybe this vacation isn’t going to be so bad after all.”

“Yeah,” Kris admitted. “Maybe…well, goodnight.” He turned to his door and started to put the key in.

“Before you go in…there’s something I need to ask you,” Adam said, cocking his head to the side.

Kris turned around to face him. “Sure…what is it?”

As much as he didn’t want to ask…he needed to know. His job was the last thing he wanted to talk about, but at the same time, it was something that was on his mind after Lee’s bombardment with it at dinner. “Do you know who David Cook is?”

Kris looked at him strangely. “I’ve heard of him, why?”

“Have you heard of Chris Daughtry?”

“Yes, why?”

“How about David Archuleta?” Adam could barely choke out that one.

Kris laughed nervously and scrunched up his nose. “I think I have…why are you asking me this?”

Here it goes. “Do you know who Adam Lambert is?”

Kris leaned back against the door and shrugged. “Personally?” He laughed, producing a smile that made Adam’s heart swell. "Of course I do. He has been calling me non-stop trying to get me to agree to go out with him.” He held up his hands, wrinkles appearing on his forehead. “Sorry…but you probably don’t stand a chance. Even though you share the same first name. Why are you asking me this?”

Adam held back his laughter. If Kris only knew how close to the truth he actually was. “Do you own any CDs by these guys?”

“No…sorry, I don’t.” Kris laughed a little and gave Adam a shove with his hand. “Are you looking to borrow one?”

Adam shook his head, stifling the laughter that was making its way out. “Do you like that kind of music?”

“I guess…it’s okay…don’t tell me you do!” Kris’s laughter got louder and Adam actually found himself cringing. “I didn’t think men liked that type of music…shouldn’t you be into rock or rap or something?”

“Do you know any of their songs?”

“Whose are you referring to?”

“Adam Lambert’s mainly…” he trailed.

“Sure, I know some of his songs…who doesn’t?” Turning around, Kris placed his key inside the doorknob again and unlocked his door. Opening it, he took a step in and turned back around. “Are you feeling all right, Adam?”

“Fine…why?”

“I don’t know…you’re acting kind of strange now,” Kris replied while making a face. “Maybe I should blow you off…you’re scaring me.”
“You’d better not, Kristopher,” Adam said, while backing up to leave.

Kris reached out and stopped him with his hand. “Hey…after all that, aren’t you going to ask me who my favorite artist is? That’s what you were trying to get at, wasn’t it?”

Adam smiled, turning back.

“It’s The Beatles,” Kris said, sighing and looking up. “There’s something about their songs. I would love it if one of my students became the next Lennon or McCartney.”

“I can tell,” Adam replied. “Any other favorites I should know about?”

“Hmmm…” Kris trailed, scratching his forehead. “Michael Jackson…he’s another favorite of mine. I absolutely love all his music too.”

Adam laughed out loud. “You have a thing for the legends, huh?”

“Yeah.” Kris smiled, shrugging his shoulders. “And dead guys too. But I wouldn’t turn them down. I’m sure I could get past the death thing once they started serenading me with their songs.”

Adam reached out and ran his hand along the side of his face. “Why do I have this feeling that I’m going to have some stiff competition?”

Kris placed his hand on top of Adam’s and smiled. “I wouldn’t worry too much about it. They are dead after all.”

“I’ll be here around nine for breakfast…sound good?”

“Nine?” Kris questioned, shaking his head. “I’m up and ready to go at seven.”

“Uh-oh,” Adam said, laughing. “That is definitely one thing we don’t have in common.” Making his way out to the path, he yelled over his shoulder. “I’ll compromise though…how does eight sound?”

“Sounds great…see you in the morning,” Kris said, before clearing his throat. "Hey, wait a minute! You never told me who your favorite artist was!"

Adam stopped and turned around. Shrugging, he raised both his hands, palm side up. "It's a toss-up between quite a few of them." He turned back around and continued on his way, yelling over his shoulder. "But I wouldn't turn down Adam Lambert for a date!"

"See you in the morning!" Kris closed the door and dropped to the floor.

Taking a deep breath, he looked down and noticed his hands were shaking. It was something he wasn’t used to and the feeling made him giggle out loud.

Maybe Adam was right…maybe it was time to move on…maybe he did need someone to help him move on…maybe…

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By the time Adam made it back to his room, he was out of breath. Partially from running and partially from the way he was feeling. It was a weird feeling; one that was hard to explain and one that he was quite sure he’d never experienced before.

“Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. “You scared the hell out of me. What’re you doing here?”

The dark figure rose from the patio chair. “Checking to see how your date went.”

Adam frowned at Lee. “It wasn’t a date.”

“No?” Lee questioned; tone rising a decibel or two. “Then what do you call it?”

“A walk.”

“Oh…okay,” Lee replied, rolling his eyes back. “Then how’d your walk go?”

“Fine, thank you.” Adam unlocked the door to his room and walked in. “So, what else did you want?”

“That’s it,” Lee huffed. “Just ‘fine, thank you’.”

Adam nodded to his friend, throwing his keys down on the nightstand. “Yep…that’s it, man.”

“Did you get any?” Lee questioned, walking into the room.

Adam swung around to face him. “Did I get any what?”

Lee laughed, punching him in the arm. “Ah, come on, man…you know what I mean.”

Shaking his head, Adam groaned loudly. “Shit, Lee…that’s not what the walk was about.”

“So the answer’s no then, huh?”

“Was there anything else you needed?” Adam’s voice was growing sterner with each word. He pointed to the door. “If not…you can go.”

“All right, calm down.”

Silence lingered in the air for a few moments while both men just stared at each other. “Does he know who you are?”

Adam kicked his shoes off and sat down on the bed. “If he does…he’s doing a good job of hiding it.”

Lee’s only facial reply was his eyebrows rising.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“If it’s nothing…then why the fuck are you looking at me that way?” Adam barked.

Lee struck a thinking pose in mock. “Oh…I don’t know…just can’t believe that you might’ve actually gotten a guy without using your fame.”

“Oh, fuck off,” Adam moaned, throwing a pillow at his friend. “I haven’t gotten anyone and dammit…I’m quite capable of picking up guys without throwing my name around.”

Lee laughed and threw the pillow right back at him. “I’m kidding…hey listen, it’s still pretty early…you want to head over to the nightclub for a couple drinks?”

“Where’s Scarlett?”

“I don’t know,” Lee said, shrugging. “Take your pick…she’s either doing her nails, plucking the eyebrows, picking the zits, shaving the legs…”

“Okay, okay,” Adam replied, getting up from the bed. “I get the picture.”

“So, you game?”

Adam looked over at the clock and sighed. “I don’t know…it’s almost midnight already and I gotta be up for breakfast by seven.”

Lee doubled over laughing. “You? Up by seven? What in hell for? Breakfast hours go until ten.”

“I’m taking Kris to breakfast in the morning,” Adam replied.

“Oh wow,” Lee barked. “You’re splurging for breakfast, huh?”

Adam threw him another disgusted look, well aware of the fact that it was an all-inclusive resort.

“You actually buying his drinks too?”

Adam grabbed his wallet from the bed and stuffed it in his back pocket. “Haven’t had the opportunity yet.” He stopped short of leaving the room when he noticed Lee’s look. “Now what?”

Lee raised one eyebrow in question. “You do know that drinks are free, right?”

“Free?” Adam spat back.

Lee patted his friend on the back. “Drinks are included…hence the word all-inclusive.”

“Shit,” Adam mumbled. Maybe this vacation wasn’t going to be so bad after all…maybe…

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Kris sighed while twiddling an abandoned straw in his fingers. He was bored, tired, confused and sure as hell didn’t want to be sitting in some smoke-filled, dark and foggy nightclub. Unfortunately though, his friends wouldn’t take no for an answer and once again he found himself being dragged along.

What he really wanted to do was just head to bed. And he should have. But instead, after Adam dropped him off at his door, he answered his phone and somehow he ended up with Katy and Cale in the nightclub. Obviously, he didn’t know that the word “no” existed in the English language and if he did, he obviously didn’t know how to use it.

Tired of feeling sorry for himself, he groaned and turned around to watch the dance floor. The music was too loud in his opinion and the people dancing were even more obnoxious. That’s when Kris saw him.

“Something wrong, Kristopher?”

Damn… Kris’s facial expression obviously matched his thoughts. What's Adam doing here? He said he was heading back to his room to head to bed…didn’t he? Clearing his throat, Kris kept his gaze glued to the man in question. “No…no…nothing's wrong.”

Cale got up from his seat. “You want something to drink?”

“Yeah…sure…a beer is fine,” Kris mumbled.

“What did you say?” he questioned. “I didn’t catch that.”

Kris turned around to face Cale. “Whatever’s fine, okay?” Quickly, he turned himself back around to get a better look. The darkness of the club didn’t hinder his ability to spot Adam in the far corner. Waving the dry ice away from his face, Kris squinted his eyes to get a better look. Adam was backed into a corner, along with another man and talking to a couple of twinks.

Three, to be exact.

Instead of turning around, Kris just kept looking. And in a matter of another minute, a fourth twink had joined the little group.

Disgusted, he turned around and sighed. Not even a half hour had passed since Adam walked him back to his room and there he was in the nightclub, schmoozing with all the boy toys. Figures…

“Damn…Adam has quite the following,” Katy said, staring at her friend.

Kris’s head jerked up. “You noticed too, huh?”

“Only because I was trying to figure out what you were staring at.”

Kris shook his head. “He probably couldn’t wait to get rid of me tonight so he could come here,” he said in a disgusted tone.

Katy’s hand swung out. “Hey, wait a minute, Kristopher,” she huffed. “You don’t know that. Besides, you’re here too, aren’t you? He could say the same thing about you.”

Kris shot his friend a look. “You dragged me here.”

His friend shrugged. “How do you know he wasn’t dragged?”

Kris swung his head around, looking at Adam again. “Oh yeah…he looks like he was dragged.” Seeing him hand something to one of the boys, he grunted, “God…he’s giving them his room number or something too.”

Katy laughed and put her hand on Kris’s hand. “You sound jealous.”

Hearing the comment, Kris swung his head back around. His eyes grew wide as the truth of the statement sunk in. “Oh my God…I do, don’t I?” His head fell to the table. “I hardly even know him and here I am acting like the jealous boyfriend.”

Katy’s hand went to her friend’s hair, messing it up. “Ah…come on, cut yourself some slack here.” When Kris lifted his head, Katy wiggled her eyebrows. “You want him…don’t you?”

Cale plopped the beers on the table. “Want who?”

Katy grabbed one of the beers. “Kristopher wants that Adam guy he introduced us to at dinner.”

Cale laughed, taking a seat. “Oh, Mr. Nice piece of ass?”

“God, Katy,” Kris heaved, head rising through the smoke. “Stop putting words in my mouth.”

Laughter among the table erupted while Kris’s eyes darted back and forth from his two friends. He let his head drop again. “Oh God…I do want him, don’t I?”

Katy jumped up from her seat and lunged towards him, pulling him into a big hug. “Welcome back.”

Kris tried to hide his tears as he smiled at Cale, who was watching the whole sappy thing take place.

“Honey…do you realize what this means?” Katy questioned her friend.

Cale took a swig of his beer and then laughed. “Yeah…it means he’s horny.” Wiping the excess liquid from his lips, he smiled. “And you should be…just how long has it been since you’ve had sex anyway?”

Katy glared at her husband. “Ignore him, Kristopher.” Grabbing her friend’s shoulders, she smiled, getting right in his face. “It means you’re ready to finally move on…to try again…to let yourself feel.” Embracing him again, Katy squeezed tightly. “I think you’re snapping out of your funk and I’m so happy for you, honey.”

Kris swallowed hard. “Do you think it’s okay? I mean…I don’t know…I can’t…”

Katy pulled herself out of the embrace. “Brian would want you to move on, honey. You’re young…you’re beautiful…you have a lot to offer someone…you deserve to be happy. He’d want that for you.”

“I know that, Katy…it’s just been so hard for me.”

“I know, honey…and if you keep trying, it’s gonna get easier.”

“I j-just d-don’t want to forget him, you know?”

“Honey,” Katy said seriously. “No one is going to forget him…he’ll forever be in our hearts.”

Clearing his throat, Cale pointed to someone behind Kris when they both looked his way.

Turning around slowly, Kris already knew who it was. He could sense his presence. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Adam replied, smiling back. “Fancy meetin’ you here.” Jerking his head towards the dance floor, he raised his eyebrows. “Would you care to dance or is this a bad time?”

Letting his ears settle in on the music, Kris cringed. It was a slow song. “Um…”

Reaching down, Adam took his hand in his and pulled him up. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

Cale laughed out loud, followed by his wife. “Have fun, you two,” she said, standing to her feet. “Come on, honey, you’re dancing too.”
Standing to his feet, Cale groaned. “Thanks a lot, Adam.”

“You’re welcome,” Adam said, winking at Katy and pulling Kris to the dance floor. ‘You should’ve told me you wanted to come here tonight,” he whispered in Kris’s ear.

Adam’s whisper sent a shiver down Kris’s spine. That voice of his was intimidating and exciting to Kris at the same time. “I really didn’t,” he whispered back.

“Hey, me neither…why is it we keep letting ourselves get dragged into things we don’t really want to do?” Reaching the dance floor, he twirled Kris around and immediately pulled him close.

Shrugging, Kris smiled nervously. “Maybe we don’t have a backbone.”

He laughed, putting his arms around Kris’s waist. “I have many close friends… that’d laugh at that one. They think I have two backbones.”
When Adam arms completely encompassed him, Kris felt his body tense up and actually start to shake.

“Nervous?” Adam asked with his mouth right next to Kris’s ear. “Relax.”

Nervous? That was an understatement. Kris was more than nervous…he was downright petrified. Relax…how the hell do you expect me to relax when you’re standing this close to me? Slowly, he raised his arms and placed them around Adam’s neck; their faces now only separated by a couple inches at best. “I haven’t danced in a long time.”

“I know,” Adam said quickly. “You haven’t done a lot of things in the last three years…gotta start some time, right?”

“Pretty confident of that, huh?”

Adam answered him with merely a look.

“Are you sure you don’t want to dance with one of the other boys you were talking to earlier?” Kris asked, jerking his head towards the back of the room where Adam was earlier.

Adam’s eyes remained locked with his. “Oh…so you did notice me earlier then, huh?”

Kris nodded, making sure his expression remained unchanged. He didn’t want Adam knowing that he was jealous. It was a sure way to scare him off. It may have been a long time since he had dated, but that was something you never forget.

“You’re the only guy I want to dance with, trust me,” Adam whispered.

Kris had to look away from Adam’s face, the look in his eyes made him nervous. “Do you always have men hitting on you like that?”

When Adam didn’t answer right away, Kris looked back at him. He swore he saw Adam distinctly swallow. Not just a regular swallow either…but as his gaze didn’t falter, Kris wasn’t sure.

“Sometimes, yes…does that bother you?” Adam asked with amusement.

“Maybe,” Kris whispered.

Bringing his face in closer to Kris’s, Adam finally smiled. “Are you jealous?”

Crap…is it that obvious? “Maybe, should I be?”

Cocking his head to the side, Adam whispered in his ear, “You have absolutely nothing to be jealous of.” When Kris couldn’t articulate a reply, Adam continued whispering, “If you’re jealous now…what’re you going to be like when we’re married.”

Married?

Kris pulled his now tense body back and gasped, “Married?”

Adam’s smile grew wider.

“Married?” Kris repeated, swallowing down the lump in his throat. What the hell was he talking about?

“Weren’t you the one who said that within the first five minutes someone should know whether or not they were meant to be together?” Adam’s smile was almost too much to bear when he spoke.

“Yes,” Kris said quietly, still trying to get the damn lump out of his throat. His thoughts were running amuck through his clouded brain. Married?

“Well,” Adam said, pausing momentarily to cock his head to the side. “I’m not quite sure it was within the first five minutes…I was still a little pissed about being here to notice something like that.” Looking directly into Kris’s eyes, he became really serious. “But within the first five hours…I knew that there was no way in hell I was about to let you get away.”

Adam’s admission almost caused Kris to faint. Adam’s arms wrapped around him tightly, saving him the embarrassment. “Oh my God,” Kris whispered. “I know exactly what you mean.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because,” he trailed, looking for the right words. “I felt the same way too.”

*THE INTERVIEW *

“Okay! And we’re back in five, four, three, two, one!”

“I don’t really remember you using those exact words, Adam,” Kris trailed, looking towards to the two women who were interviewing them. “But, I knew from that moment on…I was going to be his husband.”

Taking a deep breath, he held back the tears. “In the entire three years that passed since my late husband perished, I never once was even remotely attracted to anyone…never even let myself so much as look at someone.” Glancing over at the man sitting next to him, a tear escaped and ran down his cheek.

“But…there was just something about Adam…something that made me feel alive again and I knew from that point on…I wasn’t about to let him get away.”

Turning back to the interviewers, he hesitantly smiled. “And for some strange reason…after he told me that we were gonna be married…I didn’t walk away, I didn’t run away…I just stood there and waited for him to show me what to do.”

“Yeah,” Adam said, putting his arm around Kris. “He didn’t stand there for long though…because I had other things in mind.” He stopped short of completing his thought when he felt Kris’s hand smack his thigh. “Don’t worry…I’m not gonna go into details or anything.”

Laughing, he looked at Kris. “The funny thing was…he didn’t even know who the hell I really was.” Holding out his hand to the camera, he shook his head.

“I mean…he knew my first name and knew what I was all about,” he replied seriously. “He just didn’t know everything yet.”

Pulling Kris in close, Adam kissed him on the lips. “But boy…it didn’t take him too long to figure it out, did it, honey?”

Laughing, he turned back to the interviewers. “But I’m jumping ahead here a little…”