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"You"
Pairing: Adam/Drew
Rating: PG (13?)
Genre: Fluff
Beta: rebecca_star *loffs*
Word Count: 530
Notes: This is entirely based on this interview.
It was all Drew's fault he had to make up - no, translate - all their answers to the stupid questions the lady across from them insisted on asking. He'd wanted to see if the interviewer would accept such an obvious lie - since when did anyone with a throat infection need to wear sunglasses inside? - and at first Adam had resisted, but Drew's arguments were so persuasive, especially after he began describing in detail exactly how he planned to get his throat as raw as it would need to be, that Adam caved. An hour later and he was starting to seriously question whether the blow job he'd received earlier was worth all this trouble. They'd been asked a handful of questions so far, Drew mostly pretending to write his answers on the back of a book while Adam made up the silliest answers he could think of and it'd been working too, until Drew got chatty. He'd had to be reminded not to stress his throat in order to shut him up, and now he'd taken the game to another level, insisting on miming his answers. There had been a few that ended rather rudely which the woman had promised they'd cut out, and Adam was about to strangle him for putting them through this. Drew seemed to be tiring of the game when they were given another question which seemed to capture his interest. He began miming, first as if he were reeling something in, then birds flying, when suddenly he leaned in close, hand resting oh so innocently on Adam's shoulder as he whispered his answer. Adam had to fight back a smile as he conveyed the reply. "Drew says he prefers jam." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other grin innocently at the camera. "So out of those two options, he'd go with jam."
After the interview was done and everyone else had left, Adam found himself pushed against the wall, Drew grinning down at him as he asked, "Jam?"
"Well, I couldn't exactly tell her what you really said, could I?" Adam responded with a wry grin of his own. "And it's true enough - you do like jam."
"Mm," Drew replied, leaning in close. "But I still prefer my real answer more."
"Good," Adam tilted his head up, but the awaited kiss never came. He frowned as Drew pulled away, asking, "What?"
"I've got this sudden, completely inexplicable craving for jam," Drew answered, grinning cheekily at him as he began backing towards the door.
"You what?" Adam demanded, jaw dropping at his nerve.
"Jam," Drew said in exactly the same tone of voice he used when explaining things to Peter. "You know, sticky substance you spread over all sorts of things. Bread, eggs - "
"You don't put jam on eggs - "
" - drummers..."
Adam's mouth snapped shut, biting off the rest of his protest. A smirk began to slowly spread across his face and soon they were standing there grinning at one another. "You know," he mused, "I think i could do with some jam as well..."
Pairing: Adam/Drew
Rating: PG (13?)
Genre: Fluff
Beta: rebecca_star *loffs*
Word Count: 530
Notes: This is entirely based on this interview.
It was all Drew's fault he had to make up - no, translate - all their answers to the stupid questions the lady across from them insisted on asking. He'd wanted to see if the interviewer would accept such an obvious lie - since when did anyone with a throat infection need to wear sunglasses inside? - and at first Adam had resisted, but Drew's arguments were so persuasive, especially after he began describing in detail exactly how he planned to get his throat as raw as it would need to be, that Adam caved. An hour later and he was starting to seriously question whether the blow job he'd received earlier was worth all this trouble. They'd been asked a handful of questions so far, Drew mostly pretending to write his answers on the back of a book while Adam made up the silliest answers he could think of and it'd been working too, until Drew got chatty. He'd had to be reminded not to stress his throat in order to shut him up, and now he'd taken the game to another level, insisting on miming his answers. There had been a few that ended rather rudely which the woman had promised they'd cut out, and Adam was about to strangle him for putting them through this. Drew seemed to be tiring of the game when they were given another question which seemed to capture his interest. He began miming, first as if he were reeling something in, then birds flying, when suddenly he leaned in close, hand resting oh so innocently on Adam's shoulder as he whispered his answer. Adam had to fight back a smile as he conveyed the reply. "Drew says he prefers jam." Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the other grin innocently at the camera. "So out of those two options, he'd go with jam."
After the interview was done and everyone else had left, Adam found himself pushed against the wall, Drew grinning down at him as he asked, "Jam?"
"Well, I couldn't exactly tell her what you really said, could I?" Adam responded with a wry grin of his own. "And it's true enough - you do like jam."
"Mm," Drew replied, leaning in close. "But I still prefer my real answer more."
"Good," Adam tilted his head up, but the awaited kiss never came. He frowned as Drew pulled away, asking, "What?"
"I've got this sudden, completely inexplicable craving for jam," Drew answered, grinning cheekily at him as he began backing towards the door.
"You what?" Adam demanded, jaw dropping at his nerve.
"Jam," Drew said in exactly the same tone of voice he used when explaining things to Peter. "You know, sticky substance you spread over all sorts of things. Bread, eggs - "
"You don't put jam on eggs - "
" - drummers..."
Adam's mouth snapped shut, biting off the rest of his protest. A smirk began to slowly spread across his face and soon they were standing there grinning at one another. "You know," he mused, "I think i could do with some jam as well..."