Bright Night, Chapter 15/15
Title: Bright Night
Rating: PG-13/Possibly R
Pairing: Adam/OMC, mentions of Kris/OMC, mentions of Kraty, eventual Kradam
Warnings: Language, some violence & mentions of past abuse
Summary: AU taking place in summer 2013. Neil Lambert decides to attend his ten-year high school reunion, and drags his newly-engaged brother, Adam, along. Also attending the reunion is the recently-divorced Kris Allen, who was in love with Adam in high school, and who is confused about his feelings for him now. Adam and Kris quickly connect, but feel guilty doing so with Adam's fiancé in the picture. Before long, though, they both discover something that makes their advances feel right, and it takes them on a night-long adventure that they will never forget.
Author’s Note: I just want to say thank you to all of my readers, commenters, and supporters out there. Posting this story over this past month or so has been so incredible. I love you guys! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Also, I want to say that at the moment, I am brainstorming for a Kradam Hunger Games fic. Expect that sometime eventually. And, I'm not completely ruling out a follow-up story to this fic. Possibly a sequel in the future, no promises though! Anyway, I really hope you like the ending. Something tells me you will. Enjoy! ♥
Twenty-four hours ago, if someone had told Adam he'd be standing in an elevator at three in the morning, holding hands with the kid he used to babysit, Kris Allen, while trying to erase any and all traces of his fiancé from his mind, he would've immediately called the mental hospital to admit their crazy ass. Yet here he was, doing exactly that. With the biggest grin on his face.
After he and Kris had both found it unbearable to stay in the apartment any longer with all the haunting memories of their mutual lover, they decided it would be best to just get out of the house and go anywhere.
"We could go to my house," Kris suggested, a bit of hopefulness creeping into his very tired voice. "Just to hang out," Kris added, as if Adam had assumed that sweet Kris had implied something sexual.
Oh, fuck, I think it’s too soon for either of us to think about that, Adam told himself, thinking about how when he had made love to Josh, Josh had been sleeping with at least three other people at the same time. The hands that were touching him were touching other men’s bodies in the same way. Jesus Christ, that’s disgusting!
Adam just squeezed Kris’s hand even tighter and pushed that thought out of his mind. He weighed the prospect of going to Kris’s house. I need to get out of this house, but I’m not up for going anywhere. Plus, nothing is open at this hour. There’s really nowhere else to go. It’ll be nice. We can talk some more, maybe watch some TV. Have some wine. Surely a newly-divorced man has alcohol in the house. And I really just need to rest right now. I don’t think I’ve ever been this exhausted.
“Your house sounds perfect,” Adam murmured, letting out an eye-watering yawn with his statement. Goddamn, I’m so tired, Adam thought, as if repeating it constantly would give him more energy somehow. “Let’s go.”
The elevator slowed to a stop and the doors glided open. Adam and Kris stepped out, hand in hand, and walked through the darkened lobby. Apparently it was too late for the doorman to keep the lights on.
“I’ll drive,” Adam offered, mainly because he wanted Kris to give him directions to his house, so he could remember for future reference. But also a little bit because Kris was simply a shit-tastic driver.
“Sounds good to me,” Kris mumbled sleepily, expelling a huge yawn to match Adam’s. Adam knew neither of them would have an easy time staying awake behind the wheel, but from the way Kris was leaning heavily on Adam, relying on him to keep him up, Adam guessed that he himself would have the better chance.
Reaching into his pocket to dig out his car keys, Adam and Kris exited the apartment complex doors and were met with the same warm California breeze as when they came out of the high school, still dazed from that kiss. Ooh, that kiss, Adam thought, licking his lips, the taste of Kris still lingering on them.
The Ford Fiesta emitted a muffled bleat as he hit the button on his key-ring to unlock it. He directed Kris to the passenger side and crossed over to the driver’s side and hopped in. Kris settled into his seat, which had been moved back super far to make room for Josh, who was super fucking tall. I always hated that he was taller than me, Adam thought, jamming the key into the ignition and starting the car with a boiling anger and a satisfied feeling that he’d found something more to hate about his cheating, lying fiancé.
Then, as if on queue, as if the world was so fucking perfect that everything always happened in flawless timing- Josh. He was walking- if you could even call it that- with his arms and legs entangled with some twink’s. Kris bristled as Josh and the other guy both dove in for a kiss. A wet, sloppy kiss- Oh God, with tongue! If I wasn’t here right now, wasn’t with Kris- if this night hadn’t gone this way at all, I would be kissing him like that tomorrow. With no realization that he’d just done that to someone else. So oblivious.
Adam couldn’t have been more thankful that he was there with Kris at that moment, seeing it with his own eyes. It was one thing to hear it, but seeing it made it true. Witnessing it meant it was real. And as unfortunate as it was, Adam was so grateful for being able to see it. Kris had already seen it a while back, so he’d already known the pain. But for Adam, he just thought of everything that he would have missed out on in life, had he not been witnessing Josh kissing another man now. I would have married this bastard. I almost ruined my whole life for this motherfucker.
As grateful for this second chance at life as Adam was, he was still raging mad, his anger only intensifying at the sight. And as Josh and that whore simply entered the apartment building, not knowing how significant their actions had just been, Adam fought back the fury rising in his chest. He turned his head toward Kris, who was gazing at him with sympathy and hurt in his brown eyes. Kris had already seen the sight once before, but that hadn’t made it any less painful to watch. “Um, Kris,” Adam said, a darkly conspiratorial smile ghosting his lips. “I think we’re gonna take a little detour on the way to your house.”
Kris knew exactly where they were going. It was the complete opposite direction from his apartment. He’d been on the same road before, several times. Many times, he’d been driving with Jay, tingles of excitement zapping through him at the possibility of getting signed by Jay’s label. The last time he’d been on this road, he’d been blinking back tears from his eyes, mulling over how all of his aspirations of being a musician had essentially been torn down by Jay’s own hateful father.
Fully content with how everything had fallen into place, Kris sighed deeply. Fuck, everything has totally turned around. Now I have Adam, and… Well, all I have is Adam. But he’s all I need.
“Can you look for a CD?” Adam asked, droopy, sleepy eyes locked onto the road ahead. “A moment this epic just can’t pass in silence.”
That was incredible wording, Kris thought, mumbling, “Yeah, totally.” I loved that. I love you. I love you, Adam. I’m not even ashamed to say this after just one night with you. I looove you. Kris certainly had real feelings for Adam, but leave it to his sleep-deprived mind to go overboard. Maybe much later, when they were both ready, and it wasn’t 4:23, according to Adam’s dashboard clock, it would be true.
Rifling through Adam’s glove compartment for some music, Kris found that, save for a few bands that Kris couldn’t tell if the members were male or female, he and Adam had almost the exact same musical taste. Given that Adam actually liked every album that he had. You are my musical soul mate. Kris finally found one that surprised him. You like country?
“Lady Antebellum?!” Kris exclaimed, before he had a chance to stop himself. He didn’t know why it was such a big deal to him- he definitely liked Lady A- it was just that he pictured Adam as a person that would shun all country music.
Adam chuckled beside him as Kris just decided to insert Queen’s Greatest Hits album into the player. “I would say guilty pleasure… But I’m not even guilty.”
Just as Adam got the words out of his mouth, and Freddie started in on the chorus of “We Will Rock You”, they pulled into the parking lot of the recording studio. Oh, shit, Kris thought, remembering the stinging rejection he’d felt that day.
But I’m here with Adam now. It’s nothing like that day, Kris told himself, then discovered that he actually had no idea what it would be like. “Why the hell are we here?” he asked, and a smirk teased Adam’s freckled lips.
“I hope your bladder is full, Mr. Allen,” Adam said with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.
Holy shit. What I said earlier… Kris, forever the goody-goody, was about to spit out a million different reasons why they shouldn’t do this, how wrong and illegal this was, but then: Fuck it. Fuck it all. This asshole’s hurt too many people, and he’ll never get what he deserves, but this’ll be pretty goddamn close.
“I hope yours is, too, Mr. Lambert,” Kris murmured, and winked at Adam. They both hopped out of the car and strode up to the intimidating double door entry-way.
Adam suddenly slipped a new key out of his back pocket and started fumbling with the lock on the door. “It’s Josh’s office key. I have a copy just in case there’s an emergency.”
Kris had no idea why, but suddenly, he obsessed over the fact that Adam had an emergency key to Jay’s-Josh’s- office. Who does that? Who the fuck does that? That’s so undeniably… And Kris couldn’t think of a proper adjective to fit there. They must have been super in love.
Guilt. Without a doubt, it filled Kris to the very brim. I broke up an engagement tonight. I slept with Adam’s fiancé. I broke up a couple that was so in love that they shared office keys in case something were to happen to the other. But… If I’m such a bad guy, then why is Adam with me right now, using that emergency key to let us into his fiancé’s office to vandalize it? Kris’s train of thoughts were starting to jumble and get confusing, he was so wishy-washy, but he just blamed it on the lack of sleep. Thank you so much for doing this with me, Adam. You are so incredible. Maybe with you, the next ten years won’t be as shitty.
Adam gazed around at their masterpiece. They’d been in the office for nearly two hours, destroying the place. They tried to stay true to their mission and mainly mess with Josh’s and his father’s offices. But several hard-boiled eggs from the refrigerator got hidden behind some things so that the smell would be rancid throughout the entire building by the time Monday rolled around and everyone came back to work. That one had been Kris’s idea.
As soon as they had gotten in the door, they parted ways, seeking out separate offices to wreak their havoc on. Kris had gone straight for Josh’s father’s, and Adam had gone directly to his fiancé’s. It’d felt so strange to be in that place again. There had been many spontaneous lunchtime quickies on Josh’s desk. Lots of encounters on Josh’s leather desk chair. But all that’s over, Adam told himself. Or maybe he said it out loud. He wasn’t really paying enough attention to himself to notice. Instead, he was reaching for everything he could get his hands on, and flinging it across the room.
He soon got into the swing of things, and rapidly the chaos grew, and there were folders and picture frames and pencils flying across the room. Adam even found the shredder, and shredded a few very important-looking documents. He was on a high. The more damage he did, the more damage he wanted to do. He found himself growling to release tension he didn’t know he had, as he ripped apart Josh’s things. Josh’s favorite coffee mug was shattered on the floor. The heads from Josh’s bobblehead collection were torn off. Urine covered the walls and the desk and the floor and everything in sight because Adam was apparently really good at pissing everywhere when he was upset.
Just as he was tucking his dick back in his pants after pissing, Adam heard a knock on the door. He spun around, almost having a heart attack. He knew technically they hadn’t broken in since he had a key, but still, if a cop had just witnessed him pissing all over someone’s office, Adam probably didn’t stand a chance in court. Fortunately, it was Kris standing in the doorway. He was laughing so hard he was crying, and gasping for breath.
Oh, boy. “Come see!” Kris shouted, and gestured toward his general direction.
Adam followed Kris down a few hallways he’d never been down before, because whenever he came here, he just went straight to Josh’s office and never went astray. But now, he stood in the office belonging to Josh’s dad. Adam burst into hoots of laughter when he saw it. On the huge portrait of Josh’s family that was hanging up high on the wall, Kris had drawn huge dicks all over it. As funny as it was, Adam knew that one might get them in serious trouble if they were caught. He knew for a fact that they had no security cameras or anything like that on the building- in fact, several things like this had happened before- but he had an overwhelming sense of paranoia that a cop would prance right in.
“That is so fucking beautiful, Kris!” Adam exclaimed, wiping a fake tear from his eye. Kris beamed with pride at his artwork. Oh, God, his smile. So cute. “But I think we probably need to get going.”
Kris nodded vigorously, already halfway out the door. “I second that!”
They winded their way through the building, cackling and holding hands and just plain laughing their asses off because it was so late that it was early, and they’d just broken in- kinda- to a recording studio and drew penises on things and everything is hilarious when you’re as tired as they are. As they made it to the front door once again, Adam could see through the windows in the door that the sun was rising. Orangey-pink was melting into a deep blue color, and Adam could tell it was going to be a beautiful day.
But watching the sunrise made him realize something. The night was over. As soon as they stepped out that door, it wouldn’t be last night anymore. It would be today. And as much as Adam wanted to go out and enjoy the day with Kris, and eat something, and get some sleep, the night couldn’t be over just yet.
“Hey, Kris, can you just wait here a sec? I have to do just one more thing,” Adam said, trying to make his tone sound like he still appreciated Kris’s presence, but needed to do this last thing alone.
“Of course,” Kris stressed, nodding his head slowly. His eyes were bright, and he gave Adam a small smile. Oh, that smile! “I’ll be here.”
Adam shuffled his way back to Josh’s office, where the smell of piss had definitely begun to seep in. Stifling a laugh, because this was a serious moment, Adam shut the door. Mainly because what he was doing was private, and also a little because although he was in there, he wanted the smell of his piss to stay in there as longer as possible as well.
Crossing the room to Josh’s desk, which Adam had completely cleared off during his rampage, Adam twisted the engagement ring off of his finger. ‘Adam & Josh forever’ had been engraved in it, and at the time, it had seemed special and beautiful. But now, having seen too much, Adam thought of it as tacky and cheap. “Who knew forever was so short?” Adam whispered, a rueful smile on his mouth. He sniffed, although he had no more tears left to cry. He laid the ring on the smooth surface of the desk. With it being the only thing on the desk, there was no doubt that Josh would get the message.
He knew it normally wasn’t the best decision to leave something that obviously belonged to him at such a crime scene, but he could see it playing out in his head now. Josh and his father would walk into the office on Monday morning, and see all that Kris and Adam had done. Josh would see the ring and know it was Adam who had done it. But when his father asked about it, he’d say he didn’t know. He was too afraid of his homophobic father’s rejection that he wouldn’t fess up and admit that he knew exactly who did it.
Adam gave one last look at the ring, remembering the love he once had. How wrong it had all been. How close he’d come to almost marrying that douche. Goodbye, Josh, Adam thought, turning away from his past. He knew that since he was going to have to move out of the house that they shared, that he’d probably see him again, and he probably wouldn’t be totally out of Adam’s life. But Adam’s partner, Adam’s lover, Adam’s fiancé, Josh, was no longer there. Goodbye.
And with that, Adam spun on his heel, bounced over to the door and went out, shutting the door and leaving Josh behind him.
Kris was waiting with his hands shoved in his pockets, leaned up against the wall by the door. His face lit up when he saw Adam, whose heart melted at the sight. I’ll never understand why he would like me so much that he’d fight all night for me. Adam placed his now empty left hand in Kris’s warm, steady grip, and they headed out the front door, ready to face the day.
The sunlight was bright- so bright, it hurt Adam’s eyes, but he still remembered to lock the door behind him. They walked down the sidewalk closer to his car, and Adam stopped on the pavement. They needed to discuss their plans, here and now, because inside the car, a Queen song was going to be blasting, and you just don’t interrupt a Queen song.
“So what do you want to do, Kris?” The question opened endless possibilities. They could literally do anything. But the things Adam wanted to do most were drive to Kris’s house, eat breakfast to appease his growling stomach, and sleep until Christmas. That’s why Kris needed to be consulted, in case he wanted to spend the day doing something more productive.
“Right now?” Kris asked, his eyebrows furrowed, a confused smile on his face.
Naw, dipshit, tell me what you want to do in life. What are your life goals, dreams, and aspirations? Adam knew his thoughts naturally turned crabby when he was hungry, and he was just glad he found his filter so he didn’t actually say all that. “Yes, right now,” Adam settled for.
Kris beamed, his brown eyes twinkling. Dammit, Kris! Why is your face so adorable? “I want you to kiss me, like you did back at the high school.”
Kris’s simple request made Adam’s heart skip a beat. It sent a whirlwind of memories through his head. Making a show of kissing Kris, right in front of Katy. It had been so wrong at the time, but felt more than just right. Adam had been engaged at the time, and although the smooch was all for show, it had definitely made Adam feel. And he was ready to do it again.
Oh, Kris. Adam grinned, and immediately complied.