glambertrock | Long way from Conway (21/?)

A/N: Okay, I have a few people I have to thank here. 1: To the amazing

surefiredguitar for the great prompt here that was so fun to just...write :) 2nd: To the Florida Gator Football Team for being so freakin awesome and winning their opening game :) lol I know ya'll might not watch football much, but I do and had a great time watching it yesterday, so I have to thank them for the little prompt I got here :) Anyway, idk if you'd notice this without me saying it, but there's a lot of dialogue in this chapter. Well, here's why. I just felt that for this chapter it'd be better to hear from the characters' mouths what's going on and all. Yeah, I tell what's happening, but I have a lot of dialouge. It just tells what they're thinking better, and for this chapter, it's kinda' nice and fun to write :) Hope you guys like it and have a great weekend :)

"I want you to come watch a football game with me and my family tomorrow, Adam."

"Cute butt say WHAT?"

Giggling, Kris looked up at Adam and smiled, seeing that he was in utter shock from Kris's words.

"It's just a game, Adam. And besides, you'll get to know them better, and if things go well, my Dad might let you come over to my house sometime. Wouldn't you like that?"

"Football????"

"Oh come on sweetie, it's just a game."

"Where people get hot, sweaty, and really buff guys are just rolling on top of each other....wait a minute.."

"Shut up, Adam."

"Sorry."

"Now," Kris said, cheerfully ignoring Adam's remark, "since our Arkansas guys aren't playing tomorrow, we're watching another team. My uncle and aunt and their daughter are coming all the way from Florida to come see this game with us, so we're gonna' be watching their opening game against Miami, Ohio."

Adam's face light up. "Miami????"

"In Ohio. There's a city of Miami in Ohio, Adam, and their football team from the collage is coming to play Florida."

As quick as it appeared, Adam's giddy smile faded, being replaced by a disappointed frown that resulted into a frown from Kris.

"Aww Adam," he cooed, wrapping his arms around Adam from behind in the small space they had by their lockers tightly, "I promise it'll be fun! Their daughter's very cute, and she'll probably love you since you're so glittery and all-"

"Hey, you say that like it's a bad thing."

"Sorry," Kris said, a bit of a mock tone to his voice, "you know I love your glittery-ness, babe. I know she'll love you almost twice as much as I do."

"Wait, you don't love me more than a little kid I don't know who just likes glitter?"

"Why are you being such a moody girl lately?"

"Why are you being such a controlling, rough boy lately, Kris? I mean, I know you sometimes like to be in charge at night, but lately you've gotten to a point where it's only been you!"

Kris smirked and hit Adam's arm. "You know you've liked it, though. And since when did this conversation have anything to do with football or about me being a 'boy' lately?"

"I.....I don't know, but I am not a moody girl, Kris! I'm just a guy who doesn't like football and loves glitter....and wants to top every once in a while. Can you blame me?"

For a moment, Kris just stared at Adam giggling, stoping only to kiss him sweetly and to watch his confused reaction as he began to walk away. He is definitely something, alright. Just then, the bell wrang, and Adam ran up to Kris, still looking confused.

"Can you????? Kris????"

"You're watching this game, Adam, like it or not."

"HUH?"

"You said you wanted to be toppy every once in a while. Well, right now, it's my turn. You're going, and you'll like it, understand?"

"I hate you."

"Love you too, babe."

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Standing in Adam's closet on the day of the game, Kris stood behind Adam, pressing him hard against the wall, a jersey in one hand, and Adam's eyeliner in the other, with a smirk the size of Texas on his face. Adam groaned, looking straight into Kris's eyes with a scared and nervous look on his face.

"What are you going to do to me, you little twerp?"

"This little twerp is about to make you the hottest looking football player the world's ever seen. Now shush and raise your arms so I can put this jersey on you."

"But-"

"Raise 'em, Adam."

"Fine."

Once Adam obeyed, Kris slid off Adam's shirt, pausing a second only to kiss and marvel at Adam's body, and then slid the jersey on Adam, smiling nicely at how Adam looked. It was a Florida jersey of Kris's that he kept along with one other Florida jersey he had in the back of his closet for when he would watch a game with his relatives, and somehow it complemented Adam's body beautifully, flattering every curve of his body in a way that made Kris swoon.

"Damn," he whispered, "I didn't think you'd look that good in it."

"I'll take that as a complement, sweet thang."

"I'm never going to stop hearing that pet name, will I?"

"Nope. Now, make me hot somehow. I feel like a hobo wearing this thing."

Kris smirked, gently beginning to run the eyeliner pencil along the bottom of his eye lid to make Adam feel better and 'prettier' in his eyes.

"Hottest hobo ever."

"Oh shut up."

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The ride from Adam's house to Kris's house wasn't far at all, and while Adam marveled at how good Kris had done on his eyeliner for a beginner at doing that stuff, Kris slowly edged his car on, thoughts starting to fill up his head. What if Adam says something too sexy? What if he makes a bad first impression? My Dad would throw him out probably and kill me later. He's so sweet, but if Adam says the wrong thing, my Dad won't care if he cured cancer, he'll throw him out like a cat. Hopefully Adam will be good. God help me.

"Man, you've got a big house, Kris. It looks nice."

Pulling in the driveway, Kris gulped and watched as his mother and father walked out from their front door, one with a smile, one with pursed lips and cold eyes. "T-thanks." Adam and Kris both hopped out of the car at the same time and walked up to Kris's parents with smiles on their faces. Kim hugged Adam.

"Oh Adam, you look so good! I'm going to love having you here!"

"My exact thoughts about you, Mrs. Allen. Well, except the having you part. Hehe, I'm just glad to be here!"

Hearing the laughs from the two, Kris exhaled happily in relief. He's being a good boy. Thank goodness.

Next, Adam walked to Neil, a small but kind smile on his face as he extended his hand out to him.

"Sir, it's a pleasure to be at you home. I know you're not to fond of me being here, so thank you for letting me come today."

Oh my gosh, who replaced my loud and un-filtered boyfriend with this gentleman of a guy?

Luckily, Neil shook Adam's hand, looking at him with a suspicious look. "You're welcome. Now come inside before we provide air condition for the whole neighborhood. The game's about to start and I don't want to miss kick-off."

Hand-in-hand, Kris and Adam walked in behind Kris's parents, following them to a very spacious living room, decked out with beautiful plants and a gigantic TV. Adam gasped.

"Wow. This place is gorgeous!"

"Thank you, Adam," Kim replied as she sat on the couch by the TV, "we love it very much."

"I can see why."

Suddenly, Daniel came rushing in, a jersey on and a root beer in his hand, and plopped down on the couch with a jump, startling Kim just a bit and earning a glare from his father.

"Hey Adam! You ready for some football?"

No freakin way. I'm here 'cause I somehow got forced to. "Yeah. Very ready."

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Kris was the first one to hop off the couch and sprint to the front door. He opened it immediately, suddenly getting swarmed by the hugs of his aunt and uncle, and getting a special big hug from his little cousin, who by the looks of her was around 6 years old. Adam stood off to the side while the families greeted one another, trying to be as respectful as he could be. Startling him from his thoughts, Adam felt Kris's shaking hand on his shoulder, seeing the family look at him with curious eyes.

"Guys, this is Adam. He's my boyfriend. Adam, meet my Uncle Harry, Aunt Quinn, and cousin Amber."

As politely as he could, Adam shook hands with Kris's Aunt and Uncle, happily noticing that they weren't giving any nasty looks to him yet. Amber quickly ran up to Adam, tugging his shirt for him to kneel down, which he did.

"I'm Amber. I'm 6 years old. How old are you?"

Oh she is just too cute. "I'm 16. That's ten years older than you."

"Woooooooow. You're Kris's friend?"

"His boyfriend."

Amber cutely looked between Kris and him, cocking her head to the side after a minute of her mind wondering.

"Wait. Is this something I don't know? I've seen girls and boys dating, but you're not a girl, and Krissy isn't....so...boys can date boys?"

Before answering, Adam looked up at her parents, seeing them just look back at him blankly with curious eyes. Thanks for telling me if I can tell her, guys!

"Yes. They can, and there's nothing wrong with it, either."

Amber smiled. "Cool! But wait, how come there hasn't been a barbie princess moive of two boys yet? Or a disney movie?"

I hate when kids are too smart. "Well, because if there is two boys, then there's no princess. In barbie and disney movies, you need a princess for a prince. So, they use a girl and a boy. Understand?"

Amber nodded her head sweetly. "Yup! Thanks Adam. You taught me something new! I love learning new things!"

Adam smiled and kissed her hand like a prince would. "You're welcome sweetie. Hey, how's about I play a game with you about princess? You could be the princess, I'll be the prince."

"Oh my gosh, you are so cool. Uh, YES! I'd love to play! Oh, but only when it's halftime. The game's on soon!"

Am I the ONLY one not wanting to watch? She turned down playing princesses for the game? Well this must be one addictive sport.

"Okay. Sounds perfect!"

"Yup!" Amber walked over to Kris, who was standing across from Adam with tears nearly falling from his eyes at how sweet and adorable the two of them were just then, and took him by the hand, taking him over to Adam and placing his hand in Adam's gently.

"There," she chirped as she stepped back from them, "now the two princes are perfect. Holding hands and being together, just like it should be!"

Gazing over at Adam, Kris smiled through tears and nodded, planting a small kiss on Adam's shoulder.

"Yup girly. Just like it should be."

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"OH MY GOSH, STOP FUMBLING THE DANG BALL," yelled Harry as he took another bite of his giant ham sandwich.

"Oh honey, they'll be fine. I mean, they are mostly freshmen out there. Give them a chance," Quinn calmly said from the office as she and Kim worked on a puzzle, "we'll be fine. I even bet we'll win."

"If the offense does better, yeah. I mean, they have like, negative 20 something yards. Their defense is killing it, though, so I agree. They'll probably win," Kris muttered, shrugging, "they are number 4 in the nation anyway. Gosh."

Harry looked over to Adam, who was sitting next to Kris with his eyes closed. "Hey Adam, what do you think?"

"I think I have no clue what the heck is going on. When's halftime?"

"There's five minutes left in the fourth quarter, Adam," Amber replied from her father's lap, "but they stop it a lot, so I'd say about 15 minutes."

Adam groaned into Kris's shoulder and then got up, walking to the kitchen. "I need a drink. Be right back."

Following Adam, Kris walked in behind him and shut the kitchen door without noise, sneaking up on Adam and kissing his neck. Adam giggled. "Now that was nice."

"You're bored. I thought you'd be a bit more excited than this. I mean, it's a good game, Adam. Pretty entertaining, and I don't usually even root for them. Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. I'm fine. It's just that I have no clue what's going on and it's not like I can just kiss you whenever I feel like it because your Dad is watching us like a hawk, so I'm super bored. I'm sure it's a good game, but....I'm not into that stuff, Kris. Now come on, I want something to drink."

"Just look in the fridge, Adam. We've got plenty."

"No, I want the heavy stuff. Wine, beer, vodka....something like that! I don't think I can take this boring stuff much longer."

Kris nearly choked on air. "Adam, you want to get drunk????"

"No, just a bit more entertained. Now show me where it is."

"Oh you are never going to find where it is 'cause I'm not tellin' you!"

Slowly, Adam backed Kris up into the wall, looking into his eyes with force. He means business.

"Tell me Kris, or else you'll be forced to be tickled to death."

Kris suddenly burst into laughter, not even noticing how Adam was serious. "Ha! I'm SO scared, Adam!"

Before Kris could react, Adam slammed him against the wall and began to tickle him everywhere, sending Kris into a giant laughing fit that had him laughing so hard it hurt. Finally, Kris gave in.

"FINE! It's in the top cabinet! Just STOP TICKLING ME!"

Abandoning Kris, Adam ran up to the cabinet and, just like Kris had said, opened the top one to find tons of different drinks, each better than the other.

"We've struck gold, Kris. Want some wine, my dear?"

"Sure, what the heck."

Little did they know, this 'small' drink was going to turn into a big mistake.

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It was the end of the third quarter, and everyone was talking about the game, chatting and laughing without noticing Kris and Adam were missing. Neil looked to Harry and laughed.

"I would hate to be there right now. That place looks hot as heck. You must have to be a die-hard fan to want to stay there and watch."

"Yeah, I'd even leave, and I'm a die-hard fan!"

Suddenly interrupting them, a loud crash came from the kitchen, making everyone turn to face it. Neil got up and walked towards the room.

"I'm gonna' go see what that was."

He quickly crept into the room and, when he saw what it was, Neil almost screamed. Adam and Kris had broken the table and were laying on top of it making out like monkeys, bottles of wine around them and the cabinet where they were from wide open for Neil to see.

"WHAT THE HELL??????"

Kris and Adam turned their attention to Neil and began to giggle. Kris smiled.

"Hey Daddy! Wazzz uuuuup buddy?"

"Krissifer, that...that...that's your pops, right Krissifer?"

"It's my Daddy, Addie! Hehe, that rhymes! Oh Daddy, don't....don't mind us, weee're just makin' out. Ohhhh, sorry 'bout the table, but it can't hold us up! It fell!"

"Hehe, it fell," Adam drunkenly said, placing a kiss on Kris's forehead, "we too fat for it."

"It fell and we fell on it. That's funny!"

Neil still stood at the door, his mouth wide open and his nostrils flaring.

"BOTH OF YOU GET UP AND OFF OF EACH OTHER THIS INSTANT!"

Adam and Kris slowly got up, grabbing the chairs to stand up without falling, and stared at him with weird looks.

"NOW! BOTH OF YOU JUST............UGH! GET AWAY FROM ME AND GO SOMEWHERE ELSE!"

"Can we go to Kris's room?"

"Yeah Daddy? Pleeeeeeease?"

"JUST GO! WAIT, NO, DON'T YOU DARE GO TO HIS ROOM! JUST.......KRIS, GO IN MY ROOM, ADAM, GO IN KRIS'S ROOM! NOW!"

"But I don't know where Krissifer's room is-"

"JUST GO!"

"Fine," Adam mumbled with a fake frown on his face. "Bye-bye Krissifer."

"Bye-bye Addie. See yoooooooou."

As the boys were leaving, Kim came running in quickly, gasping at her table crushed by her feet and the wine bottles everywhere.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THE BOYS?"

Neil groaned and picked up a bottle in his hands. "I don't know. All I know is that what happened here was gross and illegal."

"If the boys kissed, then sweetie, it wasn't illegal."

"They drank, Kim. Like mad."

"Oh, and you didn't drink when you were young?"

"I was a good boy."

"A good boy who didn't ever have a girlfriend until he was THIRTY!"

"SHUSH!"

Kim rolled her eyes and picked up another bottle in her hands this time, chuckling to herself. "They are so crazy."

"And dead. Adam's no longer allowed at this house."

"You think Kris didn't start this?"

"What? You do?"

Kim shrugged. "Well, think about it Neil. He probably wanted to cheer Adam up, so they had a thing of wine. It got a little out of hand I'll admit, but they're young. What can you expect?"

"I EXPECT Kris to be a perfect catholic boy with a respectable girlfriend who I approve of who will marry him after he's done with collage with a great degree at 25 and have nice grandchildren for me at the appropriate age who will also be treated right. That's what I expect."

Kim scoffed at her husband as she kept cleaning up. "Well, keep dreaming, because Kris is gay, he has a loving boyfriend who you disapprove of who will marry Kris probably when they finish high school and skip collage with Kris if they don't go for a short time, he'll either adopt a child or have a surrogate mother have their children when they're probably 20 something, and the kids will probably be just like them. Good luck with your dream, because it's not happening anytime soon."

"Oh it will," Neil grumbled, "because once I kill Adam, Kris will have to marry a girl. He just has to."

"Whatever you say, Neil. Oh, and by the way, the boys both went to Kris's room and I think I know what's up."

"Of course."

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"MORNIN' SLEEPYHEADS! GET UP! GET UP!"

Both Adam and Kris groaned and held their heads as little Amber chanted at the end of the bed. Mentally Adam thanked himself that they were clothed after last night. Then, his attention turned to the little blondie at the edge of the bed.

"Amber......sweetie.....please, be quiet."

"But Kris's Dad said I needed to be loud to wake you up."

Kris slammed his pillow over his ears and loudly moaned.

"Uh Amber....Kris and I have...headaches. Really bad ones, too. We need you to be quiet, okay sweetie?"

"Oh," she quietly said, "sorry Adam. Oh, by the way, you never played princess with me last night. You went to bed and had a pillow fight with Kris."

"Is that what Kris's mom said?"

"Yup. She said you two play that a lot. I wanted to play too, but she said that I'd get to worked up before bed if I played. Plus, she made me a sundae, so I was happy with not playing. Did you have fun?"

Sooooooooooooo much fun. "Yup. I think I beat Kris."

"Good for you! Well....I've got to go eat. See ya' later, Adam! Feel better!"

"Thanks kiddo."

The moment Amber left, Adam hugged Kris around the waist and sighed, lifting up Kris's pillow so he could kiss him. Kris yawned.

"Hey."

"That is the last time I ever let you get me drunk."

"Morning to you, too."

Kris sighed and rolled over to face Adam, gently kissing his lips with all the strength he had at the moment, which wasn't much. He had drank the most wine between the two, and it took its toll hard. Kris was really out of it. Heck, he looked as if he was sick or dying or something. Adam curled his arm around Kris and cradled his head by his neck in attempt to help him feel better. Kris sighed.

"You are so cute."

"Thank you, Kris."

"You're so good with kids. I want to have kids with you one day. You'd be a great father. Amber loves you."

"You'd be a good father, too," Adam whispered as he stroked Kris's shoulder lightly. "Any kid would love you."

Kris nuzzled up to Adam's arm. "My Dad hates us, you know. I think we'll never be able to have you over ever again."

"My house is always open, sweetie."

Kris quickly frowned. "My Dad doesn't see why I love you. He thinks you're not good enough for me."

"No. Don't you start thinking that crap again."

"I don't care what he thinks. I love you. One day, I want to be with you in a house with kids of our own. Wouldn't that be cool?"

"Very cool."

"Adam?"

"Yes Kris?"

"I love you so much."

Adam smiled brightly and kissed Kris smack dab on the lips, sending a shiver down both their spines that made them giggle quietly.

"I love you too, Kris. Never doubt that."

"Adam?"

"Yes?"

"Can we have a puppy, too?"

"Yes we can have a puppy."

"Like, a really pretty Lab."

"Okay Kris, we'll get a lab."

"Can we name it Scruffy?"

"Go to sleep, Kris."