Long way from Conway (9/?)

[glambertrock]

A/N: Okay, so surefiredguitar, this chapter is for you! :D Thanks for the funny prompting of Kris :) Hope you enjoyed how I did this! Sorry for delay-thunderstorms were here all night! 0_0
ENJOY :D


"Adam, seriously, why are you being all protective of me?"

"Kris, if I'm not, you might get hurt."

"But locking me in your room? Seriously!"

"Precautions, Kris. Precautions."

Kris laughed hysterically as he heard Adam lock his door, leaving Kris all alone in the room. 

"Adaaaaaaaam," Kris sadly whined after about 5 minutes, "pleeeeeeeeease let me out!"

No reply.

"ADAM!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Suddenly, Kris could hear the lock click and whala, Adam was standing right there.

"Hey babe, you need something?"

Grabbing Adam by the shirt, Kris pulled him close and kissed him, rubbing his back a bit just to hear him give that groan in his ear that, sure enough, he heard.

"Adam.....please.....can I come out and join the party?"

Adam pushed Kris away and shook his head furiously, blocking the door. "No."

"Adam, your aunt isn't gonna' influence me at all and I swear, I'll be fine. Please, just let me party!"

"Kris......she also tricks people by slipping beer and.......other drinks into other's drinks. I do not want you drunk. Even if you just have wine, she will make sure you are drunk and well. I can handle it because I've been near her way too much to be affected by her, but I promise you that if you go out there that she will not stop until you are drunk, and you will become drunk if she has anything to say about it."

"I can handle it, Adam. Just let me try."

"Ugh......I don't think so, Kris."

Taking a hold of Adam's shirt again, Kris threw him on the bed, crawled on top of him and starred him straight in the eye.

"Lambert, I will be at the party, I will be okay, and you will like it, no arguments at all. Understand?"

Blown away by how easily Kris had pinned him down, Adam nodded his head and pecked Kris on the lips.

"Understood," he choked out, not able to talk.

"Good," Kris chirped as he got off Adam and ran to the door. Standing there, he grinned at how slow Adam was to get up.

"Want me to help you, Mister "I can walk now" Lambert?"

Adam smiled as he looked down at his feet to see no cast. Just last night, Kris, Leila, and Adam all went to the hospital and got Adam's foot cast taken off, followed by dinner with Adam's father at a very fancy restaurant just a few blocks away from it. It had been a blast, and now that Adam could walk normally again, he had so many things he wanted to do. Kill Neil, chase Kris around the house, and be able to cuddle with Kris without struggling to not crush his foot with his cast. So when Kris said that cheekily to Adam, he decided it was only customary to cross one of those things off his list.

"Um....no.....just stay there. I'll hurry up."

"No," Kris innocently said, "I'll wait. It's okay."

Suddenly, a huge smirk flew across Adam's face, and the whole room went tense. Kris began to shake, worried about what was to come next.

"Adam.....what are you-"

Just then, Adam hopped up and ran to Kris, slamming into him hard and making them both fall to the ground, laughing their heads off.

Okay, not what I planned to do, but hey, I'm not complaining!

Adam and Kris began to tickle each other, killing themselves with laughter. For a split second, Kris wished it always could be them playing like this forever. And he meant forever. Soon, when the two got tired, they got up and sat on the bed, seeing how much damage they did to themselves.

"Kris, your hair is so messed up."

"So is yours, Adam," he added with laughter. "Your clothes are kind of out of place, too. Um...sorry about that."

Adam laughed and kissed Kris on the cheek, smiling as he saw blush flood Kris's cheeks. "Baby?"

"Yes," he answered.

"I really love you."

As there was no answer from Kris, Adam looked into his eyes to see what was going on inside his boy's head. Kris seemed hesitant, as if he just couldn't say it back to him. Pained because of the fact he couldn't, also.

"I understand," Adam blurted out, "too soon for you to say that. I get it. Well, um, let's go out to the party."

"Okay," Kris muttered, a bit drawn back. He then followed behind Adam out to the party, where he saw everyone dancing and partying. Guilt flew over him, and as much as Kris tried to show he was enjoying the party, he just couldn't stop thinking about himself not answering.

Nice job jerk. Nice. Now he doesn't know you love it. Smart.

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The party was great, actually in Adam's opinion, it was fantastic. He danced with a few of his relatives, talked with a few of his cousins, and basically partied like everyone else. For some reason, Adam hadn't seen Kris at all ever since they'd left their room to join the party. So, after finishing a dance with his little 5 year old cousin, Adam decided to check out where exactly he was. After checking their room and outside, Adam came to the stunning realization of where he could be.

The bar!!!!! Oh God please no!

Adam sprinted around his family and other guests until he found the "bar" that they had made the kitchen into. Sure enough, much to his fear, he saw Kris and his aunt, both having a glass of wine in hand, chatting and drinking.

"KRIS!!!!"

"Oh, hey buddy, nice to see ya'! Hey Carrie, this is my boy, Adam Lambert! Hey Adam, meet Carrie!"

Oh crap, he's drunk.

"Kris, we've met. Now, Carrie, can we talk? In private?" Carrie could see the look in his eyes, and she knew that her nephew  wasn't happy at all.

"Um, Kris, I'll be right back! Keep my glass warm for me!"

"GOTCHA' CARRIE!" He incoherently yelled back, even though Kris was only two feet away from them. Furiously, Adam dragged Carrie all the way into the entryway and pinned her against the wall.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU CARRIE? HE'S 15 YEARS OLD!"

"So," she blankly replied, "you usually don't mind, and you're 15."

"Yes, but that's because I'm used to your shenanigans! Kris, my nice country catholic southern boyfriend, isn't!"

"He's country?"

"UGH!!!!"

Suddenly, Adam heard a scream which was followed by someone's voice Adam really didn't want to hear right now. His mother's.

"ADAM!!!!!!!"

Adam told Carrie to stay still and then ran over to his mom, who looked like she had just seen a ghost.

"What?"

"ADAM LAMBERT CONTROL YOUR BOYFRIEND!"

"What?"

"CONTROL HIM!" she yelled, pointing to Kris who was running around the party with no shirt and only boxers laughing drunkenly and almost tripping over his feet. Adam almost screamed and sprinted off to him. Leila followed, wanting to get Kris away from the party, and fast.

"ADAM YOU NEED TO CONTROL YOUR BOYFRIEND BETTER!"

"WELL MOM, YOU SHOULDA' HID THE WINE BETTER!"

"WHAT?"

Kris stopped and turned around to see Adam and Leila charging at him, yelling and annoyed way beyond any way Kris had ever seen them. They both stopped and looked at Kris, breathing heavily from chasing him.

Well, at least I got to chase Kris. Just wish it was for a different reason.

"Kris," Adam pleaded, "please just come with me."

"No, I l-love this parrrrrty!" he slurred. Quickly, knowing Kris didn't have much control of his actions, Adam sprang and grabbed Kris's arms and dragged him through the party and to his room. Leila followed, and shut the door  loudly behind her as they entered the room. Adam threw Kris on to the bed and groaned, seeing how Kris was just oblivious to everything that had just happened. He giggled and began to fall asleep.

"Adam, I'll get you things to help him with his hangover that I know will happen later, after the party. Until then, stay in here and make sure this boy doesn't leave the room!" Leila left with a huff and then slammed the door behind her, making Adam jump and Kris giggle.

"Kris," Adam sadly mumbled as he sat next to him, starring into his pretty brown eyes that never failed to look beautiful, even in times like this, "why did you have to do that? I told you-"

"Iloveyou."

"WHAT?"

Adam gasped and got closer to Kris, smiling like a fool. "Say that again, Kris. Slowly, though."

"I. Love. You."

Giggling, Adam kissed Kris and smiled. He might not know what he was saying, but Adam knew one thing for sure: Kris loved him. His drunken self might have been saying it without Kris's knowing, but he knew that Kris meant it somewhere deep inside him.

"I love you too, Kris."

"You have fluffy hair, Adam."

Chuckling to himself, Adam laid down next to Kris and laid his head on Kris's.

"I know, Kris."

"I mean it."

"I know, Kris. I know."

"Like really. It's so-"

"Go to sleep Kris."

"Okay."

To be continued....
 

 

Comments

[cunningdeb.livejournal.com]

That was too funny but please tell me ~ why the hell didn't Leila go after Carrie if she has a reputation of getting boys drunk? LOL

Great story
Deb <33

[glambertrock.livejournal.com]

LOL I have no clue :P Seriously, I forgot my whole train of thought during this chapter XD

Glad u loved it :)