Brotherly Love - Chapter 84

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Title: Brotherly Love - Chapter 84 Part 1
Author:   mhobbs0430
Pairing: Adam/Kris
BETA: wizardesslyn Thank you for everything!!
Word Count: 2207
Rating: NC-17/R for the whole story

Disclaimer:
This never happened, just in my imagination, based on real people, I don't own them.  Amanda is mine, I love that woman.  The Martins are mine, too.
Warnings:  underage sex, m/m sex, mention of underage prostitution and child abuse/neglect, homophobia.
Summary:
Kris has been in the same foster family since he was three.  He's a very happy, well adjusted child, but beginning to feel different.  Adam is a troubled teen, in and out of group and foster homes and on the street, forced to do things, no child should ever have to go through.

This is the story of them.  A Kradam Love Story.

A/N:
This is a lot different that anything else I've written, there will be some angst.  It will break your heart at times, it did mine, but bear with me, it definitely get's better and happier and eventually sexier.  I have no idea how long it will be, around 100 chapters.   I'll try an update once or twice a week.  I hope you enjoy it, please comment, it makes me happy.

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Brotherly Love - Chapter 84 Part 1

They spent all week making plans for the New Years Eve Party at the storage unit.  They had permission to have the party, with a huge deposit that Adam had paid in advanced.  There was a limit of 150 people and no smoking pot or anything else illegal.  The lot was private property, so as long as they weren’t too disruptive, they’d be left alone.

The band got together everyday to practice.  Tommy and Kris switched off playing bass and lead guitar.  They each had their favorite songs.  Kris was just as glad to give up keys to Cam.  She was awesome and added a missing element to their group.  Danielle was just glad to have a girl to hang around with during breaks.

They’d invited everyone they knew and word was getting around.  Everyone pitched in money for the food and it was bring your own beverage.  They also made sure they had plenty of sodas, since that would mean mostly beer and wine.

Desmond had gotten home two days after Christmas and Kris invited him to the party.  He gladly accepted and had no intention of telling Jackass about it.  He didn’t want him anywhere near Kris or Adam. 

~~~~

Pam was back to work the day after Christmas.  She really loved her job.  The only thing was that guy who worked for Amanda; Bryson Jackson.  He sort of gave her the creeps.  He was always staring at her and scowling.

Amanda hadn’t noticed.  She was usually out in the field, visiting her cases.  And when she was in the office, her door was usually shut.  Amanda could be one tough bitch when she needed to be.  But, she loved her kids.

Pam was on the telephone with Adam and he was telling her their plans for the party.  She had no idea that Bryson was listening on the other side of her cubicle.  He could only hear her half of the conversation, but she did mention New Years Eve and Party.

He got that evil grin on his face and decided to pop in on Desmond that evening to find out more.

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“Bryson, leave it alone, will ya?  I like these guys.”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, Des”, he lowered his voice, sounding even more dangerous.  “You’re either going to help me, or I’ll see to it that you’re sent back to Juvi. Don’t test me.”

He popped out of the game, leaving Des shaking.  “Goddammit, that asshole”, he yelled. 

“Des”, he heard a voice yelling from downstairs.  “Language!”

“Sorry!”

“Fuck”, he said under his breath.  He’d never be able to go against Bryson.  He wished he knew what that guy was planning to do. 

Des had been sent away to Juvi more times than he cared to remember.  He didn’t know if Bryson could do it or not, but he was scared enough not to cross him.  He liked where he lived now.  And, he liked his friends.  So, instead he decided to play along with him; for now.  He needed to find out what that jerk was up to.

Bryson called him the next day, acting a little nicer, hoping to find out more about that party.  Des, doing his own reconnaissance, played right along; giving him just enough info and then asking his own questions.  Bryson took it as interest and let his guard down, just a bit.  But, he only told Des that he wanted Kris alone.  He never mentioned Adam.  He was confused, thinking that Bryson had a thing for Kris, and was trying to steal him away from Adam.  But that just didn’t seem right.  Kris was just a kid.

Des thought of telling Kris what he knew, but it made no sense. He didn’t know if Kris even knew who the guy was.  What would he tell him anyway?

After three nights of ‘planning’ with Bryson on the telephone, Desmond didn’t know anymore than he did before.  He decided that he’d better keep a close eye on Bryson; and Kris.

~~~~

Adam and Kris woke up New Years Eve morning together in Adam’s room.  They’d fallen asleep in his bed, and Pam just tucked them in.  She loved them so much. They were good boys.

The family had breakfast together and then finished putting away all of the Christmas decorations, including the lights outside and the tree.

Then, the boys left to meet the band for a final rehearsal and then begin bringing the refreshments.  They had coolers with ice on hand.  The girls, Allison, Lucy, Cam and Danielle had made food to bring later and they had borrowed a couple of tables to put everything on.

They decided that there would be no seating at all.  Tables and the stage would be inside, and then standing room only outside.  By the late afternoon, they had everything ready. 

Des called Kris in the afternoon and asked if he could pick him up, since he didn’t have a way to get there.  Kris didn’t question him, and agreed.  “Adam and I will pick you up around seven, is that alright?  After that, we’ll be at the party, doing sound check and last minute shit.

“Um, I can’t come that early.  I have to have dinner first with everyone.  Would you come with me?  I’d really like that.”  Des was playing the poor orphan card, just like Bryson told him to.  He was sick to his stomach, but more frightened of Bryson, so…

“Yeah, I guess I can do that, Des.  I’ll drop Adam off first and then come over”, Kris promised.

Des thanked him and hung up the phone and then ran to the toilet to empty the contents of his stomach.  “You’re such a fucking coward”, he yelled to himself.

He texted Bryson, ‘He’s coming here at seven.”

A moment later his phone buzzed, ‘good boy’.  “God, what as asshole.”  Des threw his phone down and then started to get ready for the night. 

~~~~

Kris told Adam the new plan.  Adam understood and told Kris it was fine.  “Baby, you’re a good friend.”

“Thanks, Adam.  I’ll get there as soon as I can.”

They had finished setting up everything and then went home to eat dinner and change.  Kris would drop Adam off at seven to meet the band and then go to Des’s house.  Hopefully dinner would be quick and then they could take off. 

Kris texted Des when he was on his way.

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Des let Kris inside and took him directly up to his room.  The house was quiet, except for Des.  “So, where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re in the kitchen”, Des lied.  He was disgusted with himself for what he was about to do.  But, he knew that Bryson was on his way over and would kill him if he didn’t pull this off.

“So, you want something to drink?”

“Uh sure”, Kris shrugged.  He looked around Des’s room.  There were two sets of bunk beds and a television with a game system hooked up to it.  “Is this a PSIII?”  He asked, as Des came back with two glasses.  He looked like he was concentrating or something.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool”, he said, handing Kris the glass.  “So, you want to play”, Des asked, nervously.  He was waiting for Kris to take a sip of the amber liquid; hoping that it wouldn’t taste funny causing Kris to get suspicious. 

Bryson wouldn’t tell him what it was; just that it would make Kris really high.  The more he thought about it, he started to get sick to his stomach.

“Let’s play”, Kris said, excitedly and then downed his drink, placing it on the floor and grabbing on of the controllers. 

Des turned on the Modern Warfare and grabbed the other controller, watching Kris.  It only took a couple of minutes and then Kris was acting strange.  “Hey D..s...  I don’t feel right.  I’m…”  Kris was in a fog.  He tried to stand up, wobbling.  “What did I dri…”

Des jumped up and tried to catch Kris.  Sitting him carefully on the bed.  “Oh fuck, Kris.  What have I done?” 

Bryson came through the door at that moment, and seeing Kris sprawled out on Des’s bed.  “Nice job, Des”, He sneered.

“What are you going to do?”

“Help me get him up”, Bryson demanded.

“Where are we going?”

“My place”

Bryson and Des walked a completely out of it Kris to Bryson’s car.  While Bryson wasn’t looking, Des pulled Kris’s phone out of his pocket and stuck it in his jacket.  He knew that he’d totally fucked up.  He still didn’t know what Bryson was planning, but he knew he had to stop it somehow. 

They got Kris into the front seat, buckling him in and then Des slid into the back.  He pulled out the phone that he’d swiped from Kris and looked for Adam’s number. 

Bryson was busy driving and talking to notice what Des was doing.  “You’re gonna help me get him inside and go back to the car, alright?

“Why?”

“You don’t need to be here for the show, Des”, he snickered, evilly.

He found Adam’s name and pushed message, “Its Des. I need your help. Kris is in trouble.”

~~~~

Adam was carrying in sodas and ice when his phone buzzed.  He saw that it was from Kris and looked at it.  He looked again and blinked.  Was this a joke?

‘WTF?  Where r u?’

Des hoped that Bryson couldn’t hear the phone.  He turned it all the way down.  “Hey, put on some music?”

Bryson turned his head.  He didn’t like being told what to do, but since Des was being so cooperative.  “Yeah, whatever.”

“How are you, Krissy?  He asked sarcastically.  You ready for me?”

‘In Bryson Jackson’s car.’

Adam stared at the phone.  Bryson? OMG.   “Tommy”, Adam yelled, panicking.

“What’s up, man?  You look pale.”

“I need your car.  Kris is in trouble.”  He said, trembling, trying to text Des again.  ‘Where are you headed?’

‘His place.’

“Tommy, please”, he felt tears coming.  He should have known that Bryson wouldn’t give up on him.  He remembered back to the wedding and then afterwards, he kept trying to get Adam’s number from Amanda.

“I’ll drive, Adam.  You’re in no shape.”

“What’s going on, guys?”  Danielle asked the pair.

“Honey, we’ll be back soon, ok?”  Tommy looked at her, shaking his head, as if to say, ‘Don’t ask’.

“OK.  Be safe”, she answered, wondering what was going on.

Adam had flashbacks to when Kris had been attacked in the woods.  “Tommy, hurry.”

“Where are we going?”

“Fuck, I have no idea.”  He texted Des again, ‘Address?’

Des kept watching Bryson to make sure he wasn’t on to him.  He glanced at his phone and realized he had no idea.  ‘IDK’

Adam was trying to process all of this.  Why would Kris get into a car with Bryson and why was Des using his phone?  He came up with no good answers.  ‘Des, where is Kris?’

‘With me but he’s drugged. I’m sorry’

“Fuck”, he panicked. 

Where did Amanda say that Bryson lived?  He couldn’t remember her ever saying.  He looked through his contacts and found Amanda’s phone number and called her.

She answered on the second ring, “Hi Adam, Happy New Year.” She said, cheerily.

“What?  Amanda, Kris is in trouble.  I need Bryson’s address, right now”, his voice was shaking.

“Adam?  What are you talking about?”

“I don’t have time to explain, but Kris is in danger.  Please”, he begged.

Adam started pacing, reaching in her purse for her address book, and then flipping through the pages, “Adam.  It’s …”

“Thanks.  I’ll explain later, ok?”

“Yeah, no.  I’m meeting you there”, and then she hung up, calling one of her friends on the force.

Adam had to smile.  Amanda would help them.  He gave Tommy the address and they sped off. 

He read Des’s last message again.  ‘With me but he’s drugged.  I’m sorry.’  What the fuck?

‘Des, what did you give him?’

It all came crashing down on Desmond.  He’d drugged Kris.  Whatever Bryson was planning on doing to him, he, Des, was an accomplice.  ‘I’m so sorry. I think it was a rufi’

“Fuck.”  He never should have let Kris go by himself.  He spent the next several minutes berating himself over this.  I’m never letting him out of my sight again. He knew that was totally unrealistic since he was at college, but…

~~~~

Bryson arrived at his apartment and parked out front.  “Help him”, he barked at Desmond.

Des quickly texted, ‘we’re here. Hurry’, and then put Kris’s phone in his pants pocket and then got out of the car.

Kris was mumbling to himself.  Des thought he could here him say Adam and dinner and sorry.  He looked up at Bryson who just sneered, “Come on, let’s get him inside.”

“What exactly are you going to do to him?”  Des wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but…

“Why, do you want to watch?” 

“No, I don’t.”

“Good, now get in here.”

Bryson and Des carried Kris upstairs and laid him on Bryson’s’ bed.

Then Bryson got a sick look on his face and grabbed Des’s arm.  “What are you doing?”

“Give me your phone”, he demanded.

“What?”  Des tried to pull his arm away from his grip.

“Now, Des.”  He handed Bryson his phone that was in his jacket pocket, thankful that he’d hidden Kris’s phone in his pants.

“Get in here”, He pushed Desmond into the bathroom and then locked it from the outside.  “Stay quiet.”

Des knew better than to argue or yell at him.  He went inside and sat on the floor, hoping that he wouldn’t be able to hear what was going on in the other room.  He also swore that if he ever got out of this situation alive, he’d see Bryson Jackson go down.

TBC