GO: Capitulation
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Crowley/Adam
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: You can't argue with the Anti-Christ. For first_seventhe on my first kisses meme.
Crowley suspects that Adam has this effect on everyone. It's surely a sin -- the boy's fifteen years old now, and Crowley's so many times that it doesn't bear thinking about. Not that that would be a problem. He's a demon, after all. Sinning is in the job description: as many times as you can, with as many people as you can. Not that it's necessarily a great idea to sleep with the Boss's son, even if Adam's the Boss's estranged son.
Still, it's disturbing the way all he can think about is that Adam looks all kinds of tempting. He knows he himself isn't exactly shabby in that department, but in terms of leagues, he's not within a hundred of them. Adam has all the clichés: a chiselled jaw, bright eyes with his slightly curly hair falling into them. He even has muscles. He wouldn't be out of place at the Olympics -- the old ones, that is, where they ran naked and oiled their skin and nobody thought anything particular of it. He'd be positively wasted on modern Olympics.
"Aziraphale's rubbing off on you," Adam says, quite calmly. "You're thinking too much."
Crowley tries to reconnect his brain with his mouth. It takes him a moment. He thinks his jaw might literally have unhinged. "You've, er, grown."
"I know," Adam says. "Boys do that."
There doesn't seem to be anything intelligent he can say to that.
"It's quite simple," Adam says, stepping closer to Crowley. It makes him think, awkwardly, of a porn movie. He'd had more than a little to do with that industry -- purely as a connoisseur of sin, of course.
"What is?"
"You're supposed to give in and kiss me, of course."
"I think this is the wrong way round. A human tempting a demon -- it doesn't quite fit, you know?"
Adam smiles. "You know I'm no ordinary human. Crowley."
Crowley stares down at him. There's no way you can argue with the Anti-Christ, really. No way you can argue with Adam. He capitulates. Leans down.
"And later," Adam says, just before their lips meet, his tone supposedly innocent, "you can show me all the creative things you can do with your tongue."
Crowley chokes.
Pairing: Crowley/Adam
Warnings: None
Rating: PG
Summary: You can't argue with the Anti-Christ. For first_seventhe on my first kisses meme.
Crowley suspects that Adam has this effect on everyone. It's surely a sin -- the boy's fifteen years old now, and Crowley's so many times that it doesn't bear thinking about. Not that that would be a problem. He's a demon, after all. Sinning is in the job description: as many times as you can, with as many people as you can. Not that it's necessarily a great idea to sleep with the Boss's son, even if Adam's the Boss's estranged son.
Still, it's disturbing the way all he can think about is that Adam looks all kinds of tempting. He knows he himself isn't exactly shabby in that department, but in terms of leagues, he's not within a hundred of them. Adam has all the clichés: a chiselled jaw, bright eyes with his slightly curly hair falling into them. He even has muscles. He wouldn't be out of place at the Olympics -- the old ones, that is, where they ran naked and oiled their skin and nobody thought anything particular of it. He'd be positively wasted on modern Olympics.
"Aziraphale's rubbing off on you," Adam says, quite calmly. "You're thinking too much."
Crowley tries to reconnect his brain with his mouth. It takes him a moment. He thinks his jaw might literally have unhinged. "You've, er, grown."
"I know," Adam says. "Boys do that."
There doesn't seem to be anything intelligent he can say to that.
"It's quite simple," Adam says, stepping closer to Crowley. It makes him think, awkwardly, of a porn movie. He'd had more than a little to do with that industry -- purely as a connoisseur of sin, of course.
"What is?"
"You're supposed to give in and kiss me, of course."
"I think this is the wrong way round. A human tempting a demon -- it doesn't quite fit, you know?"
Adam smiles. "You know I'm no ordinary human. Crowley."
Crowley stares down at him. There's no way you can argue with the Anti-Christ, really. No way you can argue with Adam. He capitulates. Leans down.
"And later," Adam says, just before their lips meet, his tone supposedly innocent, "you can show me all the creative things you can do with your tongue."
Crowley chokes.