05 4 / 2012
“No the nuts on the bottom do not taste different. No, they are not ‘loser’ flavored. No, I don’t care if you like the top. No, I will not bring you another bag. Because it’s three AM and we’re in Berlin, so eat your damn loser nuts, Adam.”
31 3 / 2012
He regrets never putting Adam’s PA, Elisa, on his payroll, because he’s certain Adam pays Jennifer more than he does and that Adam knows what color underwear he’s wearing at any given moment. He wants to know the color of Adam’s underwear, dammit.
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30 3 / 2012
“Or we could have been coming up for a cup of coffee,” Kris said wearily. He felt a familiar tension rubbing the back of his skull. “What’s wrong with having coffee?” “This is LA.” Adam’s fine eyes narrowed, wine turning into vinegar. “Nobody has coffee. We have sex. Coffee is sex, Kris.” Kris’ mouth twitched helplessly, momentarily defying orders and the utter theater of the situation. “See, this is why you’re not allowed unchaperoned in Starbucks.”
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29 3 / 2012
“I just want you to be happy,” he managed to choke out. And it was mostly true. Mostly. Because what he really wanted was for Adam to be happy with him.
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27 3 / 2012
“No, seriously,” Megan continues, ignoring him. “You’re both idiots. I don’t know how gay men ever have relationships. One man is bad enough, but two? Forget it. You can’t possibly get anything done with all that combined stupidity.”
Take a Chance on Something (and Take It Tonight) by Jerakeen
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26 3 / 2012
There’s nothing left for Kris to give him; Kris doesn’t understand what more Adam could possibly want, but he holds Adam closer anyway, digging his fingers in until he’s sure he’s leaving bruises behind.
25 3 / 2012
He can dimly see Adam’s Mustang - clearly the natural choice for a discreet getaway car - and Kris launches himself at it like a homing missile.
Is That A WereWolf in Your Pocket or Are You Just Happy To See Me? by AraSigyrn
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24 3 / 2012
Firsts are so overrated; I just want to be your last.
23 3 / 2012
Kris tries to formulate a comprehensive answer, one that includes actual vowels, but he falls asleep before he can. Maybe his heart will beat the message in Morse code into Adam’s palm while he sleeps.
22 3 / 2012
Adam’s laugh is an amazing thing. It seems to resonate in Kris’s chest as if he’s a guitar and Adam is his strings.
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21 3 / 2012
He’s shipwrecked, drifting on an ocean of could-have-beens and would-have-beens, wanting without purpose, needing without knowledge. He thinks he’s a song sung in the lower register - slow and dragging - guitar strums making up his name.
20 3 / 2012
“Adam, I spent three hours hunched over a dictionary trying to apologize to the Norwegian consulate for that stunt in April. The ABC receptionist recognizes my voice. And last month, after the charity auction? Perez sent me a fruit basket. My point is, breaking and entering into my apartment is not a breaking point.” Kris paused. “And it’s costing another piece of my sanity to have to realize that.”
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19 3 / 2012
“You did this for me so I could be whole,” Adam said. “But I’m not whole without you.”
18 3 / 2012
Adam used to see the world as dollar signs and adrenaline rushes. Now, all he sees is Kris.
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17 3 / 2012
Kris nodded like he was listening, all the while staring at the shiny metal pole in the corner of his room. Was that really a…. No, never mind, it was obviously a stripper pole. In his living room. Where he hung out with his family and friends and met with his management team.
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