Chapter 3

Chris yawned rubbing the back of his neck; somewhat knowing he'd never get to sleep, his 'inner voices' throwing the fact in his face. That he neglected Adam, that if not for him getting caught up in his work Adam might not have had a broken neck, that it was all his fault, they told him over and over and over again.

Chris blinked gently sliding out of bed, walking over to the mini bar, pulling out a small bottle of beer and downing it. He grabbed another, downing it, wanting to shut up his conscious, so much that he downed all but one. Grabbing it and popping it open Chris tipped it to his lips, stopping when a pair of arms wrapped around him.

"Chris do you normally drink at 2:00 in the morning?" Adam's soft voice asked in his ear. Chris sighed sitting the empty bottle down. "No" he slurred slightly. "Not all the time ... sometimes" He lied as Adam kissed his head, walking away; stopping with his back to Chris'.

"Chris i know you're a rock star, but ... Most die from drug overdoses' and liver failure, i don't wanna lose you... I need you" Adam's voice sounding so ... Innocent, so ... child-like, so venerable. Chris wanted to spin around, pull him into his arms, hold him and never let go but instead he said "Well i understand your concern, but sometimes it's the only escape, you Gotta shut the voices out somehow."

Adam glared. "You 'understand my concern'? Chris I love you, I need you, and I admit it I probably couldn't live without you! But you know what; sometimes you should listen to the 'voices'". Adam walked into the bathroom, closing the door, sliding to the floor letting out a breath, wondering what had happened to the man he loved, and would gladly give his life for. It tore him apart when they argued

Chris squeezed his eyes tightly shut, clenching his fists.

"Adam! I'm sorry" he grabbed the bathroom door handle, finding it unlocked.

"Adam I'm so fucking sorry" he mumbled, his eyes filling with tears, tears he fought back. Adam was sitting on the floor back against the tub, as Chris slid down to his knees, crawling towards Adam. "I'm sorry" Chris mumbled bowing his head as Adam slipped his arms around him. "Come 'ere" He murmured as Chris pressed his forehead against Adam's shoulder.

"Chris i love you, i can't live without you, I won't, I CAN'T lose you!" Adam told him cupping his face. Chris kissed Adam on the lips. "I love you too, what i said ... Must have been the ..."

"Alcohol?" Adam finished as Chris nodded.

"I shouldn't do this shit to you, you deserve way better then me" Chris mumbled standing, Adam following in suit.

"You're probably right ..." Adam started as Chris dropped his gaze. "But i don't want anybody else, only you Chris". Chris smiled wrapping his arms around the younger man, feeling that sudden male pride, hearing that come from Adam's mouth giving his gigantic Ego a stroke. "Why were you up?"

"I couldn't sleep ... thought maybe if i got drunk enough, I'd pass out, didn't work..." Chris mumbled.

"Come on" Adam reached down grasping Chris' hand. He led Chris to the bed, turning the light off. Chris smirked. "What are we gonna do?"

"What else do you do in a bed?"

"Ooohhh that huh?" Chris bit his bottom lip raising his eyebrows suggestively.

Adam rolled his eyes. "Yeah ... sleeping"

Chris pouted wrapping his arms around Adam. "Buzz killer" he muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing" Chris mumbled as Adam grinned.

"I gotta call Vince and let him know ..." he muttered.

Chris nodded. "And we have to make a date for your surgery too"

End of Chapter 3