Oh for FU-...it's Bradam.
So, more plot bunnies were supposed to be written tonight, but instead, this came out.
Title: Tea
Author: gingerjustin
Pairing: Bradam
Rating: PG 13? (I don't know how the eff to rate these)
Warnings: There are several cusses, and two topless boys.
Summary: A story in which Brad gets angry, Adam is confused, and some carpet is ruined.
Author's Note: DO BE WARNED. I have not written anything even close to a full fic in YEARS, so this is a huge deal for me. I was just having a shit day so some angsty, probably non-sensical Bradam was the result. I am also fully aware of how the title for this fic is the shittiest and more uncreative title EVER, so just read past it.
And so god help me if anyone sends this to Brad, Adam, or anyone they know. Also, if you got here by Googling your own name, or because you have Google alerts set up for your name (ahem Brad), for the love of god just hit the back button and spare me the embarrassment.
Brad starts to feel that sinking feeling in his gut the moment he opens his eyes. He rolls over, still wrapped up in Adam’s long arms, to face his sleeping ex. A sad sigh escapes his lips as he brushes a stray piece of hair off Adam’s face, and watches him wrinkle his nose as he sleeps. He knew it was a bad idea last night, but Adam was there, and Adam was familiar, and it was all too easy to just slip back into bed with him after Adam’s coming home party, and back into their old ways.
Unfortunately those old ways don’t seem to continue once Adam wakes up. Brad doesn’t smile at him as he wakes up, and the kiss left on Brad’s cheek is quick and certainly doesn’t lead to any others. Adam pads out to his big kitchen, clad only in a pair of black boxers as he makes himself a cup of coffee, then pulls out the last of the tea Brad loves from his cupboard. He makes their drinks as he hears Brad in his bathroom, and then comes back to hand the warm mug of tea to Brad.
Brad. Brad who looks tiny in his new master bedroom. Brad who’s wearing a pair of Adam’s pajama pants since they’re comfier to sleep in than the fishnets he wore to the party last night. Brad, who isn’t moving, isn’t doing what he would have done only two years ago, and wrap himself against Adam’s side then proceed to nuzzle Adam’s neck as he sipped his tea. It just feels so wrong, so Adam moves over and sits down on the side of his bed, then sets his cup of coffee down on the nightstand. As he brings a hand up to rub his eye, Brad finally speaks.
Well, maybe it’s not so much speaks, as simply makes a noise. It’s a little huff, then nothing for a few seconds as he tries to will the words back into his mind, or back down his throat so they won’t come spewing out. They still spill out anyhow.
“It’snotfair.” Adam looks up from where he’d been staring at the floor, not even sure he’d actually heard Brad say anything, the sentence having been thrown out so quickly at him.
“What?” Brad’s knuckles go white as he squeezes the mug in his hands tightly. Adam is nearly afraid it’s going to break; he’s seen the strength those hands posses. They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, neither of them blinking. Brad’s teeth are clenched tightly as he looks Adam over. Adam, with his stupid freckles, and his stupid bare chest, and his stupid pouty lips, and his fucking STUPID hair that REALLY shouldn’t look as hot as it does after he’d only just woken up. Brad clenches the mug even tighter, before-
“I said it’s not FAIR!” He throws the mug at the floor as he yells. It goes down so fast and hard, it breaks, even on the carpet and splashes hot tea all over the front of Adam’s dresser. Brad watches the tea soak into Adam’s pure white carpet for a moment before turning back to finally catch Adam’s reaction, and he finds his ex staring at him, like as if he’s never seen Brad before. Like as if some stranger just walked into his house and broke a mug of tea. Brad would be surprised he hasn’t yelled yet if he wasn’t so blinded by his own anger.
When he thinks about what he wants to do, Brad’s first thought is to punch Adam. Punch him right in his gorgeous face.
What he does instead, is far different. He steps forward, crowding Adam up against the edge of the bed, not stopping until he’s crawled right into Adam’s lap and is grabbing at his neck to pull him into a rough kiss. Adam’s still a little shocked at Brad’s outrage to respond, so he just lets Brad kiss him until it he knows his lips will be bruised from it. When he pulls away, Brad simply moves down to bite and suck at Adam’s jaw and neck, then down to his collarbone. As Adam pulls his arms up to circle around his ex-boyfriend’s tiny waist, he feels like he should be apologizing for something, although he doesn’t have a clue what for. He settles for turning his head and pressing a kiss to the top of Brad’s head as he continues his tirade on Adam’s skin, then Adam whispers, “I’m sorry, B.” It’s like a switch has been turned off in Brad, the way he suddenly slumps against Adam and just stays there, wrapped up again in Adam’s arms for the second time that morning.
It may not be fair for Adam to still look beautiful the morning after, but Adam saying sorry makes it feel a little more just, and it makes it okay to leave a little spilt tea, in favour of slipping back into old ways... for good this time.
Title: Tea
Author: gingerjustin
Pairing: Bradam
Rating: PG 13? (I don't know how the eff to rate these)
Warnings: There are several cusses, and two topless boys.
Summary: A story in which Brad gets angry, Adam is confused, and some carpet is ruined.
Author's Note: DO BE WARNED. I have not written anything even close to a full fic in YEARS, so this is a huge deal for me. I was just having a shit day so some angsty, probably non-sensical Bradam was the result. I am also fully aware of how the title for this fic is the shittiest and more uncreative title EVER, so just read past it.
And so god help me if anyone sends this to Brad, Adam, or anyone they know. Also, if you got here by Googling your own name, or because you have Google alerts set up for your name (ahem Brad), for the love of god just hit the back button and spare me the embarrassment.
Brad starts to feel that sinking feeling in his gut the moment he opens his eyes. He rolls over, still wrapped up in Adam’s long arms, to face his sleeping ex. A sad sigh escapes his lips as he brushes a stray piece of hair off Adam’s face, and watches him wrinkle his nose as he sleeps. He knew it was a bad idea last night, but Adam was there, and Adam was familiar, and it was all too easy to just slip back into bed with him after Adam’s coming home party, and back into their old ways.
Unfortunately those old ways don’t seem to continue once Adam wakes up. Brad doesn’t smile at him as he wakes up, and the kiss left on Brad’s cheek is quick and certainly doesn’t lead to any others. Adam pads out to his big kitchen, clad only in a pair of black boxers as he makes himself a cup of coffee, then pulls out the last of the tea Brad loves from his cupboard. He makes their drinks as he hears Brad in his bathroom, and then comes back to hand the warm mug of tea to Brad.
Brad. Brad who looks tiny in his new master bedroom. Brad who’s wearing a pair of Adam’s pajama pants since they’re comfier to sleep in than the fishnets he wore to the party last night. Brad, who isn’t moving, isn’t doing what he would have done only two years ago, and wrap himself against Adam’s side then proceed to nuzzle Adam’s neck as he sipped his tea. It just feels so wrong, so Adam moves over and sits down on the side of his bed, then sets his cup of coffee down on the nightstand. As he brings a hand up to rub his eye, Brad finally speaks.
Well, maybe it’s not so much speaks, as simply makes a noise. It’s a little huff, then nothing for a few seconds as he tries to will the words back into his mind, or back down his throat so they won’t come spewing out. They still spill out anyhow.
“It’snotfair.” Adam looks up from where he’d been staring at the floor, not even sure he’d actually heard Brad say anything, the sentence having been thrown out so quickly at him.
“What?” Brad’s knuckles go white as he squeezes the mug in his hands tightly. Adam is nearly afraid it’s going to break; he’s seen the strength those hands posses. They stare at each other for what feels like an eternity, neither of them blinking. Brad’s teeth are clenched tightly as he looks Adam over. Adam, with his stupid freckles, and his stupid bare chest, and his stupid pouty lips, and his fucking STUPID hair that REALLY shouldn’t look as hot as it does after he’d only just woken up. Brad clenches the mug even tighter, before-
“I said it’s not FAIR!” He throws the mug at the floor as he yells. It goes down so fast and hard, it breaks, even on the carpet and splashes hot tea all over the front of Adam’s dresser. Brad watches the tea soak into Adam’s pure white carpet for a moment before turning back to finally catch Adam’s reaction, and he finds his ex staring at him, like as if he’s never seen Brad before. Like as if some stranger just walked into his house and broke a mug of tea. Brad would be surprised he hasn’t yelled yet if he wasn’t so blinded by his own anger.
When he thinks about what he wants to do, Brad’s first thought is to punch Adam. Punch him right in his gorgeous face.
What he does instead, is far different. He steps forward, crowding Adam up against the edge of the bed, not stopping until he’s crawled right into Adam’s lap and is grabbing at his neck to pull him into a rough kiss. Adam’s still a little shocked at Brad’s outrage to respond, so he just lets Brad kiss him until it he knows his lips will be bruised from it. When he pulls away, Brad simply moves down to bite and suck at Adam’s jaw and neck, then down to his collarbone. As Adam pulls his arms up to circle around his ex-boyfriend’s tiny waist, he feels like he should be apologizing for something, although he doesn’t have a clue what for. He settles for turning his head and pressing a kiss to the top of Brad’s head as he continues his tirade on Adam’s skin, then Adam whispers, “I’m sorry, B.” It’s like a switch has been turned off in Brad, the way he suddenly slumps against Adam and just stays there, wrapped up again in Adam’s arms for the second time that morning.
It may not be fair for Adam to still look beautiful the morning after, but Adam saying sorry makes it feel a little more just, and it makes it okay to leave a little spilt tea, in favour of slipping back into old ways... for good this time.