Fic - Sex On The Beach (Mixes It With Love)
TITLE: Sex On The Beach (Mixes It With Love)
AUTHOR: sporadic_fic
PAIRING: Adam/Brad
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 1,208
WARNINGS: Mild sexual content
DISCLAIMER: nothing described is real.
SUMMARY: Sketches of a relationship.
NOTES: The first part of the title is from the alcoholic beverage around which this fic is structured, using the official recipe of the International Bartender Association. The second part is from the song they're quoting (lyrics) in the movie they're watching, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
SNIPPET:
They interlock fingers strolling down sidewalks, and kiss chastely when they make each other laugh. They cook together, and order take-out together when their dinner turns out inedible. They sit on opposite sides of a bowl of popcorn for TV marathons, touching only when their hands bump against each other. They take a bottle of rose wine to a park without a gate and lie on their backs to watch a meteor shower, lights scattering across the sky like LA is where stars go to die, "Which it is," Brad says, and Adam laughs even though it's not much of a joke.
( Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew? )
AUTHOR: sporadic_fic
PAIRING: Adam/Brad
RATING: PG-13
WORD COUNT: 1,208
WARNINGS: Mild sexual content
DISCLAIMER: nothing described is real.
SUMMARY: Sketches of a relationship.
NOTES: The first part of the title is from the alcoholic beverage around which this fic is structured, using the official recipe of the International Bartender Association. The second part is from the song they're quoting (lyrics) in the movie they're watching, Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.
SNIPPET:
They interlock fingers strolling down sidewalks, and kiss chastely when they make each other laugh. They cook together, and order take-out together when their dinner turns out inedible. They sit on opposite sides of a bowl of popcorn for TV marathons, touching only when their hands bump against each other. They take a bottle of rose wine to a park without a gate and lie on their backs to watch a meteor shower, lights scattering across the sky like LA is where stars go to die, "Which it is," Brad says, and Adam laughs even though it's not much of a joke.
( Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew? )