Can't Let You Go - Chapter Nine
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something_rareTitle: Can't Let You Go - Chapter Nine
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 Nine
“Heaven?” Neil Allen said, rolling his eyes towards his son. “Now I’ve heard it all.”
“Dad…please…” Kris replied, his eyes darting back to his mother. They had just arrived at his parent’s and Adam was parking the rental car, “Just be nice to him, okay? Adam’s really nervous.”
“And he should be,” his father stated. “He needs to make a good impression here.”
“Neil…if you know what’s good for you…” Kim responded, shaking her head.
“I know…” He straightened his shirt and stood tall. “Let’s not keep this rock star waiting.” Neil smiled and headed towards the foyer where Adam had just stepped in.
“Oh God,” Kris moaned. It was going to be a long night - a very long night. When he and his parents returned to the foyer, Adam was standing there with his back turned the other way. “Adam,” Kris said, placing his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “I’d like you to meet my parents.”
Adam slowly turned around and held out his hand to Neil.
“This is my father, Neil.” Kris waited until his father and Adam were done shaking hands before turning to his mother. “And this is my mother, Kim…mom and dad, this is Adam.”
“Nice to meet you both,” Adam said with a nervous smile. Kris could tell how nervous he was just by the look on his face. And when his hand flew up to his hair to push it away from his face, Kris cringed slightly.
He knew how uptight Adam was over the hair issue, but he didn’t budge. Kris loved Adam’s hair and practically begged him to leave it as it was. Adam was almost out the front door that morning to go and get it cut, but he persuaded him to stop. He wondered now if that was such a good idea.
“Hi Adam, it’s so nice to meet you, dear.” Kim grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hallway towards the kitchen.
Neil simply stood there, checking out the situation.
“Neil, dear, why don’t you get everyone a glass of wine?” Kim suggested, throwing her husband quite the look.
Kris rolled his eyes at his father, nudging him with his elbow. “Please, dad…”
“What’s up with his hair? And…is he actually wearing eyeliner?”
Kris cringed at the tone of his voice and was glad that his mother and Adam were both out of earshot range. “Dad…please.”
“Please what, Kristopher?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips. “And he is definitely wearing nail polish…isn’t he?”
Confused, Kris looked at him. “So what? Why are you asking all these questions?”
His father sighed. Not a good sign. Whenever he sighed it meant he was disgusted with something or other. Right now, all bets were on him being disgusted with his son. “I just don’t understand why he has to wear eyeliner or nail polish.”
Now it was Kris’s turn to sigh. “Dad, it’s just his style, okay? He is a rock star. He has to look like one. It’s his job.”
Neil just stared at Kris, not convinced. “Maybe he can explain it better,” he replied, walking into the dining room of his home.
Kris stood there, shaking his head. Adam was going to be in for a long night. It was going to painful and he could only hope that by the end of the night, Adam’d still want to marry him. His family played an important part in his life. Thankfully, his brother was not married yet, so he wouldn’t have to deal with a sister-in-law …and what a blessing that was because his brother was going to be more than enough to deal with.
Sighing, he dropped his head. How would his brother react to Adam? For the most part…he was pretty cool and always had been. But he was definitely not into Adam’s type of music, not at all. He was totally into country music. And in less than thirty minutes, he’d be there too.
Between his father, mother and Daniel, he was pretty sure it was going to scare Adam off.
Or at least put him on high alert as to what he was getting himself into.
Kris slowly made his way into the kitchen, fearing the worst. When he made it there, he was surprised to see Adam standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot.
“Oh good, Kristopher,” his mother replied when she saw him. She threw a wooden spoon in his direction and pointed to the stove. “Check on the sauce, dear. I’m gonna go help your father with the wine.”
“Okay,” he replied with wide eyes. Walking over to the stove, he looked at Adam and nudged him with his elbow. “What’re you doing?”
“Helping your mother.”
“Why?”
Adam looked back at him. “Because she asked me to.”
“Oh.”
Adam stopped what he was doing and turned to him. “You got a problem with me trying to get in good with your mom?” he joked, squinting his eyes. “I’m gonna need to have someone on my side.”
“Not at all,” Kris replied, smiling at him. “And don’t worry about my dad…he’ll come around. Besides, you’ve got me on your side.”
“I knew I should’ve gotten a haircut,” he mumbled under his breath, returning his attention to the pot. “Did you see the way your father’s eyes shot right up to my hair?”
“Sorry,” he whispered back. “Just ignore him, he’ll come around.”
Adam put his free arm around Kris’s waist and pulled Kris closer to him. “So, are you a good cook?”
“The best,” Kris replied. “My mother was a good teacher.” Kris could feel Adam’s breath on his neck as he leaned in closer to his ear. Instantly, he closed his eyes and willed his body not to react to Adam’s voice…his breath…
“You ever cook naked?” Adam asked, squeezing Kris’s waist.
So much for not reacting…
“No…but I do wear an apron, just like my mom and just like you are right now.” Laughing, he glanced over at Adam. “I take it she made you put it on?”
“Hmmm…” Adam mumbled, ignoring Kris’s last question. “Cooking in just an apron sounds…”
“Adam,” he shot back. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Hey, you two,” Kim said, clearing her throat.
Adam immediately dropped his hand from around Kris’s waist.
Kris stood up tall and froze.
“Your father forgot to get the wine that I’d asked him to,” Kim said, grabbing the keys off the counter. “I’m having him drive me to the liquor store down the street, we’ll be back shortly.” She walked over to the stove and excused herself.
Both Adam and Kris stepped back from the stove and looked at each other.
“I’m just gonna turn this stuff off for now…keep your eye on it though, we should only be ten minutes.” Kim turned the knobs on the stove before turning around and smiling. “Daniel should be here shortly too.”
Kris blew out a breath. “No problem. Are you sure you don’t want Adam and I to run out and get the wine?”
“No,” her mother huffed. “You’re guests here…make yourself comfortable.” She turned around to walk away, but stopped short. Leaning her head in towards them, she whispered, “Besides, I’m gonna have a little talk with your father during the car ride.”
“Good,” Kris replied, rolling his eyes and looking over at Adam.
Adam took a seat on one of the stools on the other side of the counter, looking relieved at what Kris’s mother had just said.
Once they heard the front door shut, Adam raked a hand through his hair. “You didn’t tell me your brother was coming.”
Kris swallowed down the lump in his throat. Adam was right, he didn’t. And he did it on purpose too. “I know, honey,” he replied, making his way around the counter. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to be anymore uptight than you already were.”
Once Adam’s hand slid down his face, his eyes focused in on Kris’s right away, but he didn’t say a word.
“It’ll be okay, just be yourself.” Kris smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “They’re gonna love you, just like I do.”
“Oh, I’m sure of that,” Adam replied sarcastically. “You’re his only brother and I’m the big, bad rock star with bad hair and makeup who came in and swept you off your feet.” Shaking his head, he mumbled, “He’s gonna eat me alive.”
“No, he’s not, stop it.” Kris grabbed hold of the swivel-top stool that Adam was sitting on and turned it around, positioning himself right between Adam’s legs. He placed his hands around Adam’s neck and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “Do you need help loosening up?”
Adam smiled. His hands immediately wrapped around Kris’s waist, pulling him closer. “What’d you have in mind?”
Kris shrugged and then leaned over to place his mouth directly on Adam’s ear. “You’ll see,” he whispered, making his way to Adam’s lips.
Once their lips met, all bets were off. Adam’s kisses were enough to make him throw all caution to the wind and do something he’d never done before…let alone even thought about.
Opening his mouth, Adam’s tongue dove inside instantly. “God, Kris…!”
Kris knew what was happening, he could feel it happening.
“Shit…” he mumbled, prying Kris’s body from his. “Your parents are gonna be back here in a few minutes and what I definitely don’t need to be doing is sportin’ a hard-on.”
Kris threw back his head and laughed.
“You’re toying with me, aren’t you?” Adam asked deeply, bringing his hands up and cupping Kris’s ass. “Two can play at that game.”
When his hand rubbed Kris’s ass, Kris’s head flew back down to look at him. Eyeing him carefully, Kris let his gaze drop down. “Your apron’s not doing a very good job at hiding that hard-on, dear.”
Adam didn’t respond with words. He just pulled Kris closer with one of his hands but kept his other hand firmly planted on one of his cheeks.
Without saying another word, Kris crouched down and pushed Adam’s apron up.
“What’re you doing?” Adam asked, placing his hand over his erection.
Kris looked up at him and sweetly replied, “Just trying to help you loosen up, honey.” Without saying anything more, he pushed Adam’s hand aside and undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants and slid his hand into the opening of his boxers.
“Shit,” Kris mumbled, leaning back and propping his elbows up on the counter.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“You,” Kris replied before freeing Adam’s erection through the opening of his boxers and placing the tip of his erection into his mouth.
“What if your parents or someone…” Adam uttered.
“Makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?” Kris questioned, allowing Adam’s erection to remain in his mouth the entire time he mumbled his response.
“Your dad will throw me out on my ass,” Adam moaned, grabbing Kris’s head and pushing it down further.
Kris couldn’t think about anything else now except what he was doing. This was something he’d never done before…
Pleasuring a man in his parent’s home was a first for him…
Taking a risk as big as this was also another first for him…
He’d never done anything so foolish in his entire life…
“God!” he moaned, working his hand along Adam’s length while his erection was still firmly planted inside his mouth.
“Faster,” Adam moaned back.
Feeling Adam shift on the stool, Kris opened his eyes and looked up. Adam’s eyes were directly focused on him. What he could see of Adam’s eyes through the slits anyway.
“God…you’re beautiful,” Adam moaned, jerking slightly in his seat.
Kris pulled his mouth off Adam, but kept his hand working while he looked at Adam again. “And you taste good,” he said, licking his lips. “How about I pull my pants down and get on.”
“Baby, we’re not prepared for this.”
Kris pulled a small pack of lube and a condom out of his pocket, “I was kind of hoping this would happen. So I stretched myself in the shower before coming here.”
Adam’s eyes widened. “Shit…are you serious?”
“Yeah,” Kris replied, standing up and taking his pants off quickly.
“It won’t take me long, that’s for sure,” Adam barely said, watching his every move.
“That’s good,” Kris mumbled, removing his underwear. Swinging them around his finger in the air, he smiled. “Because we’ll be lucky if we even have five minutes.” Without any further hesitation, he stood on the rungs on the stool.
“You know what?” Adam asked, lifting Kris up and off the stool. “It’d be faster just to bend you over the counter.”
“Oh God!” Kris sighed, closing his eyes and letting his underwear fall to the ground.
“This is a first for you, sweetie, isn’t it?” Adam asked, pulling Kris in and kissing him passionately. “You’re not used to being bad, are you?”
“No…” Kris barely said, letting himself be turned over.
“Good,” Adam said, running his hands over Kris’s exposed bottom. “Step up on the rungs of the stool,” he demanded, squeezing Kris’s bottom while bending him over, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable before sliding the condom on himself.
Within two seconds, he was inside.
Within five seconds, Kris was wildly pumping back against him.
It was frenzied.
It was hot.
And it was over in less than two minutes.
“Sorry,” Adam mumbled, grabbing a towel off the counter and wiping the evidence of their sexual escapade off Kris’s back.
“For what?” Kris asked, trying to catch his breath.
“That you didn’t get to finish,” Adam replied, helping Kris redress.
“Hey,” Kris replied, turning around and watching Adam frantically pull up his pants. “I still had fun.”
“Me too,” Adam said, smiling. Lowering his voice, he leaned in close to Kris. “And I promise that tonight you’ll definitely be repaid.” Once he finished buckling up his pants, he pulled Kris in close. “Damn, boy…I think I like this side of you.”
“Yeah,” Kris mouthed, pointing to himself. “Me too.” He kissed Adam passionately and smiled. “You relaxed now?” he asked, pulling back.
“Think so,” Adam sighed, bending down and picking up Kris’s boxers. “I just hope I don’t fall asleep during dinner now.”
Hearing the front door open, Kris jumped down off the stool and ran his hands over his clothes before shoving his boxers in his pocket. “Showtime.” Biting his bottom lip, he grabbed the towel Adam used from off the counter and made a face. He didn’t want his mother using it for anything, not knowing what they knew. Walking over to the garbage, he tossed it inside.
“Good idea,” Adam said with a smile.
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After Daniel was formally introduced to Adam and the dinner was well on its way to being served, Kris cleared his throat loudly. “Hey everyone…” he said, holding up his left hand and moving it towards his mother who was sitting next to him. “Adam gave me my engagement ring last night.”
“Kris, honey,” his mother exclaimed. “It’s so beautiful…”
“Yeah, it is,” Kris replied, turning to Adam and smiling. Adam smiled back and squeezed his thigh.
“Let’s see, Kristopher,” Daniel asked, lifting himself up from the seat, stretching across the table. “Wow, it’s nice.”
Kris got up and walked over to his father, who was sitting at the head of the table and next to Adam. He smiled while holding his hand out.
“That’s beautiful, son,” Neil replied with questioning eyes. “But isn’t an engagement ring supposed to be a diamond?”
Kris playfully smacked his father on the back. “They can be whatever they want to be. Adam had different rings for me to choose from and this is the one I wanted.”
“Really?” Daniel asked, nodding. “You actually bought him different rings?”
“Well,” Adam hesitated.
“Yes, Daniel,” Kris interrupted. “He did…now he gets to take the rest back, right, honey?”
“Yeah,” Adam lied.
“So…” Neil said, filling his plate up with pasta. “Kris tells me you’re a rock star.”
When he heard the words, Adam forced a smile on his face and turned to him. “That’s right, sir.” He took the pasta dish from Neil and offered it to Kris. “I’ll hold it for you, honey.”
Neil cleared his throat. “Isn’t make-up for girls? My son tried to explain to me why it is that you’re wearing eyeliner, but he didn’t do a very good job. Maybe you could explain it better.”
Adam looked at his fiancé and immediately noticed the frown forming on Kris’s face. “It’s okay,” he whispered. Once Kris was finished with his helping, Adam began to fill up his own plate. “Well…I prefer to call it guyliner, sir. I believe that people should have their own style and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Adam took a deep breath and remained focused. He wasn’t about to let on how nervous he actually was. Hell, he should be used to this by now, what with interviews and all. But it was different. The situation was different. And he was nervous.
“It’s just a way to express yourself. I believe in freedom of expression. Don’t you, dad?”
Adam looked over at Kris and smiled.
Daniel laughed. His brother had a valid point. He looked over at Adam and took a drink of his wine. “So Adam…not to be offensive or anything…but I’m really not into that type of music.”
Adam could have sworn he heard Kris swear under his breath. Not wanting to draw any attention to it though, he remained focused on Daniel. At this rate, he’d be lucky if he got a bite of food into him. “No offense taken, Daniel,” he replied, holding up his wine glass.
“You actually like it?”
If the situation hadn’t been so serious, Adam would have laughed out loud at that question. Instead, he just took a huge drink of wine and smiled. “I like all different types of music.”
“Adam,” Neil said, placing his fork down and looking rather serious. “What are you going to do when this gig of yours is up?”
Kris lunged his head forward to see his father better. “Dad…please.”
“It’s all good,” Adam replied, placing his hand on top of Kris’s. “I’m not really sure this gig will ever be up. I’ve been in the entertainment business one way or another for a long time, sir and don’t have any plans of retiring any time soon, if that’s what you mean. There’s always acting too. I’ve had a few offers already but I just haven’t had the time to pursue that avenue yet and then there’s always politics.”
Once he said the word ‘politics’, he immediately regretted it. Everyone stopped doing what they were doing and glanced at him. Not a single word was said, but the look he was getting from everyone was clearer than any words.
Adam swallowed. “By politics, I mean…civil rights and LGBT issues.”
“So you’re going to be…what? The next Harvey Milk?” Neil asked.
“Dad!” Kris yelled.
“Could we just stop with all the questions and let this young man eat?” Kim questioned, peering at the other men at the table. “I’m sure Adam doesn’t mind answering them and all, but please…haven’t we had enough for now?”
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Once Kim put her foot down, the rest of the dinner went smoothly. Too smoothly. Everyone completely avoided Adam all together. He wasn’t sure if that was good or a bad thing. But at least he did get to eat, that was a good thing.
“Kim…the dinner was excellent, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Adam,” she replied, smiling from ear to ear. “I’m just glad that you got to eat it, honey.” Kim jumped up from her seat and asked Kris to join her. “We’re gonna go get dessert ready.”
Kris hesitated before standing to his feet. "Be nice," he whispered out loud.
As soon as Kris left the room, Neil leaned over and placed his elbows on the table, resting his head on his hands. “What’re your intentions with my son?”
Adam slowly put his glass of wine down and looked over at him. “To marry him.”
“I know that, son,” he replied, shaking his head. “I mean, after that.”
Adam swallowed down the lump in his throat. Despite his reservations about just saying what he felt, he did anyway. He wasn’t going to play games. Marriage was a serious thing. “I love your son, Neil, more than anything. And I know that this all happened fairly quickly, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
“Do you have any children?”
“No.”
“Are you sure about that?” Neil questioned, cocking his head to the side. “I know how you rockers can be. Are you sure you won’t have any kids crawling out of the woodwork down the road?”
“I’m positive,” Adam replied flatly.
“How are you going to give me any grandkids?”
Adam’s eyes flew wide open. Wasn’t that kind of personal? “Well…um…that’s a decision Kris and I have to make together. We can try the surrogacy thing. Plus there is always the adoption option. One way or another though…I definitely want kids. I love children.”
“Thank God,” Neil mumbled, his hands flying over to Daniel. “This one is useless for grandkids…he still hasn’t found the one.”
Adam had to hold back his laughter on hearing that. Daniel looked a little perturbed with his father’s comment, but did not say anything.
“Are you going to take care of my son?”
“Absolutely,” Adam replied, looking back at Neil.
“Are you going to make him quit his job and tour with you?”
Adam stifled his laughter again. “I won’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do, sir, I promise you that.”
Neil tilted his head slightly. “And you do realize that he’s a widower, right?”
Adam nodded.
“How is your schedule going to be?” he questioned, frowning. “Are you always going to be jet setting here and there and leaving my son behind?”
“I hope not,” Adam replied earnestly. “But I’m not going to lie either. Kris is aware of what my life is like at this point. For the next year and half, it’s going to be busy and I’m hoping that your son will come with me for most of it.”
“So you are going to make him quit his job then?” Daniel asked, finally speaking out.
Adam shook his head. “I’m not going to make him do anything. The choice is his. If he chooses to stay behind, that’s fine too. It’s not like I’ll be gone all the time. I have breaks now and then.”
Kris and his mother walked in at that moment with the dessert.
Neil extended his hand to Adam at that exact moment. “Welcome to the family, son.”
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 Nine
“Heaven?” Neil Allen said, rolling his eyes towards his son. “Now I’ve heard it all.”
“Dad…please…” Kris replied, his eyes darting back to his mother. They had just arrived at his parent’s and Adam was parking the rental car, “Just be nice to him, okay? Adam’s really nervous.”
“And he should be,” his father stated. “He needs to make a good impression here.”
“Neil…if you know what’s good for you…” Kim responded, shaking her head.
“I know…” He straightened his shirt and stood tall. “Let’s not keep this rock star waiting.” Neil smiled and headed towards the foyer where Adam had just stepped in.
“Oh God,” Kris moaned. It was going to be a long night - a very long night. When he and his parents returned to the foyer, Adam was standing there with his back turned the other way. “Adam,” Kris said, placing his hand on Adam’s shoulder. “I’d like you to meet my parents.”
Adam slowly turned around and held out his hand to Neil.
“This is my father, Neil.” Kris waited until his father and Adam were done shaking hands before turning to his mother. “And this is my mother, Kim…mom and dad, this is Adam.”
“Nice to meet you both,” Adam said with a nervous smile. Kris could tell how nervous he was just by the look on his face. And when his hand flew up to his hair to push it away from his face, Kris cringed slightly.
He knew how uptight Adam was over the hair issue, but he didn’t budge. Kris loved Adam’s hair and practically begged him to leave it as it was. Adam was almost out the front door that morning to go and get it cut, but he persuaded him to stop. He wondered now if that was such a good idea.
“Hi Adam, it’s so nice to meet you, dear.” Kim grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hallway towards the kitchen.
Neil simply stood there, checking out the situation.
“Neil, dear, why don’t you get everyone a glass of wine?” Kim suggested, throwing her husband quite the look.
Kris rolled his eyes at his father, nudging him with his elbow. “Please, dad…”
“What’s up with his hair? And…is he actually wearing eyeliner?”
Kris cringed at the tone of his voice and was glad that his mother and Adam were both out of earshot range. “Dad…please.”
“Please what, Kristopher?” he asked, placing his hands on his hips. “And he is definitely wearing nail polish…isn’t he?”
Confused, Kris looked at him. “So what? Why are you asking all these questions?”
His father sighed. Not a good sign. Whenever he sighed it meant he was disgusted with something or other. Right now, all bets were on him being disgusted with his son. “I just don’t understand why he has to wear eyeliner or nail polish.”
Now it was Kris’s turn to sigh. “Dad, it’s just his style, okay? He is a rock star. He has to look like one. It’s his job.”
Neil just stared at Kris, not convinced. “Maybe he can explain it better,” he replied, walking into the dining room of his home.
Kris stood there, shaking his head. Adam was going to be in for a long night. It was going to painful and he could only hope that by the end of the night, Adam’d still want to marry him. His family played an important part in his life. Thankfully, his brother was not married yet, so he wouldn’t have to deal with a sister-in-law …and what a blessing that was because his brother was going to be more than enough to deal with.
Sighing, he dropped his head. How would his brother react to Adam? For the most part…he was pretty cool and always had been. But he was definitely not into Adam’s type of music, not at all. He was totally into country music. And in less than thirty minutes, he’d be there too.
Between his father, mother and Daniel, he was pretty sure it was going to scare Adam off.
Or at least put him on high alert as to what he was getting himself into.
Kris slowly made his way into the kitchen, fearing the worst. When he made it there, he was surprised to see Adam standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot.
“Oh good, Kristopher,” his mother replied when she saw him. She threw a wooden spoon in his direction and pointed to the stove. “Check on the sauce, dear. I’m gonna go help your father with the wine.”
“Okay,” he replied with wide eyes. Walking over to the stove, he looked at Adam and nudged him with his elbow. “What’re you doing?”
“Helping your mother.”
“Why?”
Adam looked back at him. “Because she asked me to.”
“Oh.”
Adam stopped what he was doing and turned to him. “You got a problem with me trying to get in good with your mom?” he joked, squinting his eyes. “I’m gonna need to have someone on my side.”
“Not at all,” Kris replied, smiling at him. “And don’t worry about my dad…he’ll come around. Besides, you’ve got me on your side.”
“I knew I should’ve gotten a haircut,” he mumbled under his breath, returning his attention to the pot. “Did you see the way your father’s eyes shot right up to my hair?”
“Sorry,” he whispered back. “Just ignore him, he’ll come around.”
Adam put his free arm around Kris’s waist and pulled Kris closer to him. “So, are you a good cook?”
“The best,” Kris replied. “My mother was a good teacher.” Kris could feel Adam’s breath on his neck as he leaned in closer to his ear. Instantly, he closed his eyes and willed his body not to react to Adam’s voice…his breath…
“You ever cook naked?” Adam asked, squeezing Kris’s waist.
So much for not reacting…
“No…but I do wear an apron, just like my mom and just like you are right now.” Laughing, he glanced over at Adam. “I take it she made you put it on?”
“Hmmm…” Adam mumbled, ignoring Kris’s last question. “Cooking in just an apron sounds…”
“Adam,” he shot back. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Hey, you two,” Kim said, clearing her throat.
Adam immediately dropped his hand from around Kris’s waist.
Kris stood up tall and froze.
“Your father forgot to get the wine that I’d asked him to,” Kim said, grabbing the keys off the counter. “I’m having him drive me to the liquor store down the street, we’ll be back shortly.” She walked over to the stove and excused herself.
Both Adam and Kris stepped back from the stove and looked at each other.
“I’m just gonna turn this stuff off for now…keep your eye on it though, we should only be ten minutes.” Kim turned the knobs on the stove before turning around and smiling. “Daniel should be here shortly too.”
Kris blew out a breath. “No problem. Are you sure you don’t want Adam and I to run out and get the wine?”
“No,” her mother huffed. “You’re guests here…make yourself comfortable.” She turned around to walk away, but stopped short. Leaning her head in towards them, she whispered, “Besides, I’m gonna have a little talk with your father during the car ride.”
“Good,” Kris replied, rolling his eyes and looking over at Adam.
Adam took a seat on one of the stools on the other side of the counter, looking relieved at what Kris’s mother had just said.
Once they heard the front door shut, Adam raked a hand through his hair. “You didn’t tell me your brother was coming.”
Kris swallowed down the lump in his throat. Adam was right, he didn’t. And he did it on purpose too. “I know, honey,” he replied, making his way around the counter. “I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want you to be anymore uptight than you already were.”
Once Adam’s hand slid down his face, his eyes focused in on Kris’s right away, but he didn’t say a word.
“It’ll be okay, just be yourself.” Kris smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “They’re gonna love you, just like I do.”
“Oh, I’m sure of that,” Adam replied sarcastically. “You’re his only brother and I’m the big, bad rock star with bad hair and makeup who came in and swept you off your feet.” Shaking his head, he mumbled, “He’s gonna eat me alive.”
“No, he’s not, stop it.” Kris grabbed hold of the swivel-top stool that Adam was sitting on and turned it around, positioning himself right between Adam’s legs. He placed his hands around Adam’s neck and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. “Do you need help loosening up?”
Adam smiled. His hands immediately wrapped around Kris’s waist, pulling him closer. “What’d you have in mind?”
Kris shrugged and then leaned over to place his mouth directly on Adam’s ear. “You’ll see,” he whispered, making his way to Adam’s lips.
Once their lips met, all bets were off. Adam’s kisses were enough to make him throw all caution to the wind and do something he’d never done before…let alone even thought about.
Opening his mouth, Adam’s tongue dove inside instantly. “God, Kris…!”
Kris knew what was happening, he could feel it happening.
“Shit…” he mumbled, prying Kris’s body from his. “Your parents are gonna be back here in a few minutes and what I definitely don’t need to be doing is sportin’ a hard-on.”
Kris threw back his head and laughed.
“You’re toying with me, aren’t you?” Adam asked deeply, bringing his hands up and cupping Kris’s ass. “Two can play at that game.”
When his hand rubbed Kris’s ass, Kris’s head flew back down to look at him. Eyeing him carefully, Kris let his gaze drop down. “Your apron’s not doing a very good job at hiding that hard-on, dear.”
Adam didn’t respond with words. He just pulled Kris closer with one of his hands but kept his other hand firmly planted on one of his cheeks.
Without saying another word, Kris crouched down and pushed Adam’s apron up.
“What’re you doing?” Adam asked, placing his hand over his erection.
Kris looked up at him and sweetly replied, “Just trying to help you loosen up, honey.” Without saying anything more, he pushed Adam’s hand aside and undid his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his dress pants and slid his hand into the opening of his boxers.
“Shit,” Kris mumbled, leaning back and propping his elbows up on the counter.
“What’s gotten into you?”
“You,” Kris replied before freeing Adam’s erection through the opening of his boxers and placing the tip of his erection into his mouth.
“What if your parents or someone…” Adam uttered.
“Makes it more exciting, doesn’t it?” Kris questioned, allowing Adam’s erection to remain in his mouth the entire time he mumbled his response.
“Your dad will throw me out on my ass,” Adam moaned, grabbing Kris’s head and pushing it down further.
Kris couldn’t think about anything else now except what he was doing. This was something he’d never done before…
Pleasuring a man in his parent’s home was a first for him…
Taking a risk as big as this was also another first for him…
He’d never done anything so foolish in his entire life…
“God!” he moaned, working his hand along Adam’s length while his erection was still firmly planted inside his mouth.
“Faster,” Adam moaned back.
Feeling Adam shift on the stool, Kris opened his eyes and looked up. Adam’s eyes were directly focused on him. What he could see of Adam’s eyes through the slits anyway.
“God…you’re beautiful,” Adam moaned, jerking slightly in his seat.
Kris pulled his mouth off Adam, but kept his hand working while he looked at Adam again. “And you taste good,” he said, licking his lips. “How about I pull my pants down and get on.”
“Baby, we’re not prepared for this.”
Kris pulled a small pack of lube and a condom out of his pocket, “I was kind of hoping this would happen. So I stretched myself in the shower before coming here.”
Adam’s eyes widened. “Shit…are you serious?”
“Yeah,” Kris replied, standing up and taking his pants off quickly.
“It won’t take me long, that’s for sure,” Adam barely said, watching his every move.
“That’s good,” Kris mumbled, removing his underwear. Swinging them around his finger in the air, he smiled. “Because we’ll be lucky if we even have five minutes.” Without any further hesitation, he stood on the rungs on the stool.
“You know what?” Adam asked, lifting Kris up and off the stool. “It’d be faster just to bend you over the counter.”
“Oh God!” Kris sighed, closing his eyes and letting his underwear fall to the ground.
“This is a first for you, sweetie, isn’t it?” Adam asked, pulling Kris in and kissing him passionately. “You’re not used to being bad, are you?”
“No…” Kris barely said, letting himself be turned over.
“Good,” Adam said, running his hands over Kris’s exposed bottom. “Step up on the rungs of the stool,” he demanded, squeezing Kris’s bottom while bending him over, leaving him completely exposed and vulnerable before sliding the condom on himself.
Within two seconds, he was inside.
Within five seconds, Kris was wildly pumping back against him.
It was frenzied.
It was hot.
And it was over in less than two minutes.
“Sorry,” Adam mumbled, grabbing a towel off the counter and wiping the evidence of their sexual escapade off Kris’s back.
“For what?” Kris asked, trying to catch his breath.
“That you didn’t get to finish,” Adam replied, helping Kris redress.
“Hey,” Kris replied, turning around and watching Adam frantically pull up his pants. “I still had fun.”
“Me too,” Adam said, smiling. Lowering his voice, he leaned in close to Kris. “And I promise that tonight you’ll definitely be repaid.” Once he finished buckling up his pants, he pulled Kris in close. “Damn, boy…I think I like this side of you.”
“Yeah,” Kris mouthed, pointing to himself. “Me too.” He kissed Adam passionately and smiled. “You relaxed now?” he asked, pulling back.
“Think so,” Adam sighed, bending down and picking up Kris’s boxers. “I just hope I don’t fall asleep during dinner now.”
Hearing the front door open, Kris jumped down off the stool and ran his hands over his clothes before shoving his boxers in his pocket. “Showtime.” Biting his bottom lip, he grabbed the towel Adam used from off the counter and made a face. He didn’t want his mother using it for anything, not knowing what they knew. Walking over to the garbage, he tossed it inside.
“Good idea,” Adam said with a smile.
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After Daniel was formally introduced to Adam and the dinner was well on its way to being served, Kris cleared his throat loudly. “Hey everyone…” he said, holding up his left hand and moving it towards his mother who was sitting next to him. “Adam gave me my engagement ring last night.”
“Kris, honey,” his mother exclaimed. “It’s so beautiful…”
“Yeah, it is,” Kris replied, turning to Adam and smiling. Adam smiled back and squeezed his thigh.
“Let’s see, Kristopher,” Daniel asked, lifting himself up from the seat, stretching across the table. “Wow, it’s nice.”
Kris got up and walked over to his father, who was sitting at the head of the table and next to Adam. He smiled while holding his hand out.
“That’s beautiful, son,” Neil replied with questioning eyes. “But isn’t an engagement ring supposed to be a diamond?”
Kris playfully smacked his father on the back. “They can be whatever they want to be. Adam had different rings for me to choose from and this is the one I wanted.”
“Really?” Daniel asked, nodding. “You actually bought him different rings?”
“Well,” Adam hesitated.
“Yes, Daniel,” Kris interrupted. “He did…now he gets to take the rest back, right, honey?”
“Yeah,” Adam lied.
“So…” Neil said, filling his plate up with pasta. “Kris tells me you’re a rock star.”
When he heard the words, Adam forced a smile on his face and turned to him. “That’s right, sir.” He took the pasta dish from Neil and offered it to Kris. “I’ll hold it for you, honey.”
Neil cleared his throat. “Isn’t make-up for girls? My son tried to explain to me why it is that you’re wearing eyeliner, but he didn’t do a very good job. Maybe you could explain it better.”
Adam looked at his fiancé and immediately noticed the frown forming on Kris’s face. “It’s okay,” he whispered. Once Kris was finished with his helping, Adam began to fill up his own plate. “Well…I prefer to call it guyliner, sir. I believe that people should have their own style and there’s nothing wrong with that.” Adam took a deep breath and remained focused. He wasn’t about to let on how nervous he actually was. Hell, he should be used to this by now, what with interviews and all. But it was different. The situation was different. And he was nervous.
“It’s just a way to express yourself. I believe in freedom of expression. Don’t you, dad?”
Adam looked over at Kris and smiled.
Daniel laughed. His brother had a valid point. He looked over at Adam and took a drink of his wine. “So Adam…not to be offensive or anything…but I’m really not into that type of music.”
Adam could have sworn he heard Kris swear under his breath. Not wanting to draw any attention to it though, he remained focused on Daniel. At this rate, he’d be lucky if he got a bite of food into him. “No offense taken, Daniel,” he replied, holding up his wine glass.
“You actually like it?”
If the situation hadn’t been so serious, Adam would have laughed out loud at that question. Instead, he just took a huge drink of wine and smiled. “I like all different types of music.”
“Adam,” Neil said, placing his fork down and looking rather serious. “What are you going to do when this gig of yours is up?”
Kris lunged his head forward to see his father better. “Dad…please.”
“It’s all good,” Adam replied, placing his hand on top of Kris’s. “I’m not really sure this gig will ever be up. I’ve been in the entertainment business one way or another for a long time, sir and don’t have any plans of retiring any time soon, if that’s what you mean. There’s always acting too. I’ve had a few offers already but I just haven’t had the time to pursue that avenue yet and then there’s always politics.”
Once he said the word ‘politics’, he immediately regretted it. Everyone stopped doing what they were doing and glanced at him. Not a single word was said, but the look he was getting from everyone was clearer than any words.
Adam swallowed. “By politics, I mean…civil rights and LGBT issues.”
“So you’re going to be…what? The next Harvey Milk?” Neil asked.
“Dad!” Kris yelled.
“Could we just stop with all the questions and let this young man eat?” Kim questioned, peering at the other men at the table. “I’m sure Adam doesn’t mind answering them and all, but please…haven’t we had enough for now?”
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Once Kim put her foot down, the rest of the dinner went smoothly. Too smoothly. Everyone completely avoided Adam all together. He wasn’t sure if that was good or a bad thing. But at least he did get to eat, that was a good thing.
“Kim…the dinner was excellent, thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Adam,” she replied, smiling from ear to ear. “I’m just glad that you got to eat it, honey.” Kim jumped up from her seat and asked Kris to join her. “We’re gonna go get dessert ready.”
Kris hesitated before standing to his feet. "Be nice," he whispered out loud.
As soon as Kris left the room, Neil leaned over and placed his elbows on the table, resting his head on his hands. “What’re your intentions with my son?”
Adam slowly put his glass of wine down and looked over at him. “To marry him.”
“I know that, son,” he replied, shaking his head. “I mean, after that.”
Adam swallowed down the lump in his throat. Despite his reservations about just saying what he felt, he did anyway. He wasn’t going to play games. Marriage was a serious thing. “I love your son, Neil, more than anything. And I know that this all happened fairly quickly, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone.”
“Do you have any children?”
“No.”
“Are you sure about that?” Neil questioned, cocking his head to the side. “I know how you rockers can be. Are you sure you won’t have any kids crawling out of the woodwork down the road?”
“I’m positive,” Adam replied flatly.
“How are you going to give me any grandkids?”
Adam’s eyes flew wide open. Wasn’t that kind of personal? “Well…um…that’s a decision Kris and I have to make together. We can try the surrogacy thing. Plus there is always the adoption option. One way or another though…I definitely want kids. I love children.”
“Thank God,” Neil mumbled, his hands flying over to Daniel. “This one is useless for grandkids…he still hasn’t found the one.”
Adam had to hold back his laughter on hearing that. Daniel looked a little perturbed with his father’s comment, but did not say anything.
“Are you going to take care of my son?”
“Absolutely,” Adam replied, looking back at Neil.
“Are you going to make him quit his job and tour with you?”
Adam stifled his laughter again. “I won’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do, sir, I promise you that.”
Neil tilted his head slightly. “And you do realize that he’s a widower, right?”
Adam nodded.
“How is your schedule going to be?” he questioned, frowning. “Are you always going to be jet setting here and there and leaving my son behind?”
“I hope not,” Adam replied earnestly. “But I’m not going to lie either. Kris is aware of what my life is like at this point. For the next year and half, it’s going to be busy and I’m hoping that your son will come with me for most of it.”
“So you are going to make him quit his job then?” Daniel asked, finally speaking out.
Adam shook his head. “I’m not going to make him do anything. The choice is his. If he chooses to stay behind, that’s fine too. It’s not like I’ll be gone all the time. I have breaks now and then.”
Kris and his mother walked in at that moment with the dessert.
Neil extended his hand to Adam at that exact moment. “Welcome to the family, son.”
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Date: 2011-06-18 02:16 pm (UTC)I kinda wish my dad was like Neil Allen though ;)
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