Midnight Coward
Pairing: Hundam
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3,400 words
A/N: For jackked ♥ Also archived at AFIslash.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Didn't happen.
They’ve been driving for six hours. He hasn’t had a smoke in eight. The lack of nicotine and/or fresh air may or may not be getting to him.
“Five hundred bucks says you can’t make me talk by tomorrow,” he declares as Hunter walks past his bunk.
Hunter stops and raises a cautious eyebrow. “Dude, are you that bored?”
“Yes.”
“Five hundred?”
“Stick a needle in my eye,” Adam promises.
“Tempting, but I’d rather take your money.”
;;
Hunter pores over the few vegan-friendly options on the Denny’s menu. He could get a soup or a salad, he figures. Before he can decide, Davey slides into the empty seat opposite Hunter’s. He picks up a menu and pretends to consider the choices. “So I heard you’ve got five hundred bucks to win.”
“Yep.”
“I can help you,” he whispers conspiratorially, lowering the menu just enough so that Hunter could see him wiggle an eyebrow.
“What do you want?”
“Half your winnings.”
“Hell no.”
“Forty-sixty?”
“Ninety-ten.”
“Thirty-seventy.”
Hunter pauses, thinking. “You can have twenty percent, and I won’t tell Jade you’re the one using his special conditioner.”
Davey places his menu down and smirks. “Twenty-five, and I won’t tell Jade you’re the one who replaced his conditioner with Pantene.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
They lapse into silence. Hunter thinks that he wants the garden salad with honey mustard.
;;
“Okay,” Smith calls once he’s sure that they’re all back on the bus. “I have it done,” he proclaims, shaking a sheet of notebook paper in their faces. The four of them lean in to try to decipher the chicken-scratch. Smith clears his throat. “As most of you have heard, Adam has issued Hunter a challenge. Twenty-four hours. Five hundred bucks at stake. They fight to the death.”
Everyone nods.
“The only condition is that someone other than Hunter has to hear Adam speak. We clear? Good. Now sign here,” he orders, pointing at two crooked lines in the middle of the page.
Adam and Hunter nod again, then sign.
“Shake on it,” Smith demands. So they do.
;;
“So,” Jade says, the minute Smith goes up to front to sit with the driver and Hunter and Davey disappear to find a suitable movie to watch. “Five hundred.”
Adam nods.
“I can help you.”
Adam raises an eyebrow.
“I’m serious. I can help you. …for a price.”
Adam watches him for a moment before pulling out his phone. He punches a few keys then closes it. Jade’s phone buzzes.
Oh yeah?
Jade smirks.
I can keep Hunter away from you for pretty much the entire day. Easiest 500 you’ll ever make.
Adam looks at him suspiciously.
How do I know this isn’t a set-up?
Jade rolls his eyes at him and says, “Because Hunter’s already got Davey on his team.”
Adam stares at him thoughtfully.
How much?
“Fifty-fifty?”
Adam shakes head firmly.
“Forty-sixty.”
Adam shakes his head again.
“Thirty-seventy, and that’s it.”
Adam considers this.
And you’re sure about this?
“Hell no, but I can guarantee twelve hours of peace.”
Fine.
;;
“Smith,” Jade hisses once he sees Davey and Hunter disappear into the liquor store. “Smiiitthh.”
“What, fucker?”
“Don’t put Adam and Hunter in the same room tonight.”
Smith raises an eyebrow.
“I’ll give you twenty bucks.”
“Fifty.”
“Done.”
;;
“Hunt, Dave,” Jade nods as he sits himself down on his own bunk. “I’ve got a proposition.”
“What?” Hunter asks before Davey can speak.
“You don’t bother Adam for the next, um-” he checks the time on his phone “-Nine hours and twenty-six minutes.”
“What’s in it for us?” Davey asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“Fifty bucks.”
“Each?”
“Each.”
“Oh-”
“One hundred,” Hunter cuts in.
Jade stares at him stonily. “One hundred?”
“One hundred.”
“Sixty.”
“Ninety, and I don’t tell Smith it was you who knocked over the amps last week.”
“Seventy-five, and I’ll forgive you-” he points a finger at Davey “-For fucking up my computer.”
“It was an accident!” Davey shouts indignantly.
“It was my computer!”
Davey narrows his eyes. “Eighty-five, and I don’t tell your mother about the porn I found.”
“You wouldn’t,” Jade hisses, eyes widening slightly.
“Try me.”
“You spiteful bitch.”
"I have her on speed dial. You want to fucking test me, Hadey?"
Jade glares at him and reluctantly, reaches into his back pocket for his wallet.
Davey grins triumphantly.
;;
"Adaaam," Davey coaxes. "Adaaaaam."
Adam stares at him.
"Aaaaaaadam," Davey tries again.
Adam blinks.
"You really aren't going to talk to me, are you."
Adam shakes his head.
Davey sighs. "Well, it was worth a shot," he says, shrugging an "I tried" shrug at Hunter.
Hunter lets the top of his head fall flat on the desk with a hard THUMP. "You're fired."
Davey blinks. "But I still get my money, right?"
Head still against the desk, Hunter raises his left arm, waving a very prominent middle finger in Davey's face.
;;
“So,” Davey says loudly, seating himself rather ungraciously onto Hunter’s lap.
“So what?” Hunter answers, nudging Davey’s elbow out of his line of vision. He needs to find out what his sister is doing to his tomato plants, damn it.
“So what’s the plan?”
“What plan?”
“Our five-hundred dollar plan!”
“Our five-hundred dollar plan?” Hunter queries, not taking his eyes off his laptop.
“My one-hundred and twenty-five dollar plan.”
“My god, Dave learned how to count.”
“Dave learned how to use the calculator on his phone.”
“Funny, didn’t Dave learn that ‘fired’ meant getting zero percent of five hundred?”
Davey leans in, letting his breath tickle the back of Hunter’s neck. “But I helped!”
Hunter glares at his screen. “Not happening,” he grunts.
Davey grins, laying his head on Hunter’s shoulder. “Aww, c’mon sweetheart, don’t be like that.”
“Two seconds.”
“Now, baby-”
“One.”
“I’ll pay you five hundred dollars if you lose.”
Hunter pauses, then looks up at Davey, eyebrow quirked. The singer grins.
;;
“Smiiitthh,” Davey sings sweetly once they’re alone.
"What."
“Will you do me a favor?”
“What?” he asks suspiciously.
Davey throws an arm around the man’s waist and props his chin on Smith’s shoulder. Personal bubbles be damned. “Will you make sure Hunter and Adam room together today?”
“We’ll see.”
“Twenty bucks.”
“Eighty.”
“Fifty.”
“Done.”
;;
“We passed a pet store like three blocks back. You could buy all their parakeets and set them loose in your room,” Davey comments, taking a bite of his French fry.
“I can’t afford that.”
“So steal them.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Hey, they’d be a lot happier set free than cooped up inside those shitty cages. I don’t think they’d care if you paid for their freedom or not.”
“I think, I don’t know, maybe the manager would mind.”
Davey rolls his eyes. “Beggars can’t be choosers, Hunt,” he says wisely, waving a wilting fry for emphasis.
Hunter glares at him through sips of Sprite.
“Okay fine,” Davey sighs. “Try scaring him then.”
“What?”
“I don’t know, pull the fire alarm while he’s in the shower or something.”
“Can’t you think of something that doesn’t involve me getting arrested?”
“Hey man, I got you the room, what more do you from me?”
“How about my money’s worth?”
“Oh honey,” Davey grins lewdly, licking his lips. “If that was all that you wa-”
“Shut up. Now.”
“Well fine,” Davey huffs. Suddenly, he cocks his head to one side and smiles innocently. “Have you ever tried keeping quiet during sex?”
It’s times like these where Hunter could and would swear on his great-great-great-great-grandmother’s grave that Davey Havok was a bona fide genius.
“I could kiss you.”
“Try kissing Drummer Boy first. Then I’ll see if you’re worth it.”
“You would be so sexy if you were mute.”
;;
It may or may not be 3 am. Smith doesn’t care.
“Alright fuckers, get lost!” Smith yells, ripping the curtains to the bunks wide open as the bus came to a stop. No one moves. Smith sighs, shakes his head, and proceeds to whack each lump under the covers with a closed fist. Several yelps of pain later, Adam, Hunter, Davey, and Jade file out of the bus obediently.
“Davey, you’re with me,” Smith barks, handing the room key to the singer. Davey smiles brightly before walking into the well-lit (heated) lobby.
“I’ll be waiting!” he sings as he leaves.
“Jade, you’re with Fritch. Hunter, Adam, you two are together.”
Jade stops mid-nod and gapes.
“Smith, you fucking cheat!” he half-shrieks. “I paid you!”
“So? Dave paid me, too.”
“Smith!”
“He who hath the money shall rule the world,” Smith says, nodding wisely. “Leviticus 40.”
“There is no Leviticus 40, you fucker!”
Hunter grins. Adam yawns.
;;
“Night Jade!” Hunter calls as Jade inserts the key into the room next to theirs. Jade glares at him and shuts his door as loudly as he can. Which isn’t very loud. Thick, carpeted floors and whatnot.
“So, Adam,” he says conversationally, turning to face the drummer. “Adam? Adam?” He looks around at the empty hallway, then whirls around to face the open door to their room. “Adam?”
Adam, bless him, hasn’t bothered to change, hasn’t even bothered to take off his jacket, is curled up under the sheets, snoring quietly. Hunter closes the door quietly behind him and scratches the back of his head. This was not a problem he had foreseen. Reluctance, yes. Confusion, yes. Rejection, most definitely. Being asleep? Not so much. He would have to adapt.
“Alright Carson,” he mutters under his breath as he kicks off his shoes. “Here’s to hoping you don’t murder me.”
He stealthily peels back the covers, alert for any movement. Adam keeps snoring. At this point, Hunter abandons all pretense because really, if he’s going to be killed, he might as well be honest about it and say “Yeah, I totally tried to molest you in your sleep,” instead tip-toeing around it.
Hunter gives up at the second attempt to remove Adam’s jacket though, since the drummer apparently gains an invisible three hundred pounds when he sleeps, and therefore is impossible to move. He does however, manage to get the jeans off. The problem is, his plans kind of end here.
Hunter pauses to think. He’s always found a blowjob to be a pleasant wake-up, but he quickly dismisses that idea. No, he does not need Adam’s knee colliding with the side of his head in case Adam does wake up and well logically speaking, freaks out. So he leans over and kisses him.
It's gentle, barely a brush of lips, but it makes Hunter smile. He climbs into the bed, carefully straddling the drummer's hips as he leans in for another kiss. "Not bad," he mumbles to himself. "Scratchy, but not bad."
Adam shifts slightly in his sleep, and on instinct, Hunter reaches down and forces him to still. Which probably isn't the best course of action, considering. Hunter freezes when Adam grunts in discomfort, but relaxes when Adam's breathing slows and becomes steady once again.
He gently tugs at the zipper of Adam’s jacket, shivering at the sound of the metal against metal. He licks his lips nervously, fighting one last battle with his moral compass. This is Adam. This is his friend. And he was right here, sleeping soundly, ready to be taken advantage of. Hunter leans in, pressing his cheek against Adam’s chin. “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he snakes a hand underneath Adam’s shirt.
The skin is warm beneath his fingers, and for a moment, Hunter is content with simply laying there, tracing absent shapes against the lean body. He presses his lips against the crook of Adam's neck, inhaling the faded scent of his aftershave. Old Spice. Hunter smiles. "You're so old-fashioned," he comments teasingly.
He shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable. It's only when he brushes against Adam's stomach that he realizes just how hard he is. He manages to bite back a moan, but oh God. He palms himself through the thick denim of his own jeans, whimpering quietly as his hips push forward involuntarily. “Adam,” he breathes. “Adam, Adam, Adam.”
He undoes the button, pushes his jeans past his hips, and lays his head against Adam’s chest. He closes his eyes as he reaches beneath his boxers to stroke himself gently, biting into the neck of Adam’s jacket to muffle his moans. He’s vaguely aware of a distant grunt, followed by a quiet snore.
“I know you’re awake,” he whispers against Adam’s neck. There’s silence, but Hunter doesn’t stop. He teases the head of his cock, groaning softly as his fingers become coated with pre-come. He sits up, straddling Adam’s stomach, purposely brushing against Adam’s half-hard cock. He knows this is wrong, knows he should not, knows he must not. He can't do this to Adam, and he must stopstopstop. But Adam is pressing against him and right here and yesyesyes. “Please,” he begs, his nails digging into Adam’s shoulder. “Adam, please.”
Adam’s eyes are nearly indiscernible in the darkness, but Hunter doesn’t have to see them to feel their gaze. They’re watching him, reading him, studying him. There’s movement, and Adam sits up, his mouth centimeters from Hunter’s. “Okay,” he murmurs before closing the distance between them, and Hunter gasps.
He rakes a hand through the dark-brown curls, moaning appreciatively as Adam nips at the side of his chin. “You don’t get to say ‘no’ anymore,” he murmurs, tilting his head back as Adam’s tongue flicks at his throat. “You don’t get to tell me to stop.”
“I won’t,” Adam promises. “I won’t.”
Hunter pulls back just enough to catch his breath. “Last chance, Drummer Boy,” he smirks.
There is a pause, then Adam presses his lips against Hunter’s, murmuring yesyesyes.
Hunter smiles as he kisses back. He pushes the jacket off, fingers lingering for only a second on the hard arm muscle before tugging at the hem of Adam's shirt. He needs everything offoffoff because he needs Adam, needs everything, and wants it all because Adam's hishishis.
The room suddenly feels too hot, and Hunter can barely breathe. Then Adam's pulling him downdowndown, and they're moving against each other to some instinctive beat and it feelssogood. Adam's cock is against his and each thrust makes him gasp and pant and ohshitdon'tstop.
“I don't do one-night stands," Adam groans as he bucks his hips against Hunter's.
"Don-Don’t worry," Hunter stutters, savoring the friction between them. "I don't either.”
“I-oh fuck,” Adam curses as Hunter reaches down and begins to stroke Adam’s cock. Hunter laughs quietly before planting soft kisses down Adam’s chest, giving each hard nipple a teasing lick before continuing downwards. Adam emits a strangled sort of whimper as Hunter draws closer and closer to his cock. Hunter rubs his thumb over the head, smirking as Adam grunts in surprise. He licks the length of the cock teasingly, smirk quickly becoming a grin as Adam thrusts his hips upward in desperation.
“Hunter, please,” he moans. Hunter doesn’t answer, continuing to give gentle strokes and lazy kisses. However, he soon moves lower, though the speed of his strokes speed up. Adam’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels Hunter’s tongue press against his entrance.
“Oh motherfuck,” he shouts, back arching, pushingpushingpushing against Hunter, beggingbeggingbegging. “Oh, pleasepleaseplease.”
Hunter swirls his tongue in earnest, eliciting further pleas. He uses his free hand to add a finger to go with his tongue, earning him louder, more desperate cries. “FUCK!” Adam shouts as Hunter brushes against his prostate. Hunter adds a second finger, but raises his head, choosing instead to suck the head Adam’s cock. He moans as Adam bucks his hips upwards, moremoremore.
“I’m close,” Adam manages to murmur as Hunter presses his tongue against the slit of Adam’s cock. Hunter immediately straightens up and pushes into Adam, groaning at the tightness. Adam rolls his hips up to meet Hunter’s, hands clenched in tight fists around the bedsheets.
“Oh God, Hunter,” he cries. “Harder, harder, fuck.”
Hunter complies, only managing to emit a short grunt as he thrusts into Adam overandover.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Adam gasps. “Oh God, right there. Right fucking there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
Hunter swears loudly as he slams into Adam, feeling Adam clench around him, pushing him over, soclosesoclose. “Oh shit.”
He’s barely aware of Adam groaning loudly as he rides out the last of his orgasm. He pulls out gently, reaching out to pump Adam’s cock. Three short strokes later, Adam comes all over his hand, moaning his name over and over. “HunterHunterHunter.”
Hunter smiles weakly before falling onto the small empty space besides Adam. He’s surprised when Adam pulls him in for a sloppy kiss - surprised, but pleasing all the same.
"None of that friends-with-benefits shit,” Adam mutters under his breath.
Hunter whimpers quietly as Adam nips at his lower lip. "No," he breathes, licking his own lips warily. "No way.”
"This doesn't change anything, right?"
"Of course not."
"This was nice. I mean, it was awesome, you know. I liked it, and well-”
"Adam.”
“It’s not like I’ve never been with a guy before, it’s just been a while, and yeah, I think you’re pretty damn hot, but still. You’re my fri-”
“Adam.”
“I just don’t want to ruin what we-”
Hunter cuts him off with long kiss, moaning at the gentle tingle of his kiss-bruised lips. “Adam,” he tries again.
“What?” Adam answers dazedly.
“Just shut the fuck up."
;;
An incessant ringing makes Hunter peer out from under the covers, groaning pathetically as he swats at the nightstand, trying to reach his phone.
“Adam,” he calls. “Aaaadam.”
But the drummer ignores him, still snoring. Hunter grumbles under his breath as he throws himself across Adam’s stomach, accidentally jabbing a knee into Adam’s side. With a yelp of pain, Adam sat straight up, head colliding with Hunter’s.
“Ow! Motherfu-Hello? Yeah, I know. We’re up, we’re up!” Hunter snarls as Smith’s booming voice proceeds to berate him for not answering sooner.
They scramble out of the bed, Adam making a mad dash for the bathroom while Hunter attempts to retrieve his shoe from under the bed. There’s a bit of hassle with trying to figure out whose undershirt is whose, but fuck it, they’re going to be late so they just put on whichever one they’re holding.
“I think this is your shirt,” Adam complains, tugging at the neck. “It’s too tight.”
“Get over it,” Hunter sings cheerfully, shutting the door behind them. A moment later, Jade steps out of his own room.
“Hey, where’s Fritch?”
Jade shrugs. “Asleep. He got in like an hour ago. There was a mix-up with the merch.” Then he smiles. “So, how was your night?”
Adam flushes bright red, but Hunter grins. “Good,” he answers, eyeing the guitarist. “I made five hundred bucks. Sorry, sweetheart,” he adds, patting Adam sympathetically on the back.
Adam nods, doing his best to keep a straight face.
“Morning guys,” Davey sings, walking over to him with Smith at his heels. “Where are we going for breakfast?”
“Wherever you want,” Hunter answers. “Adam’s buying.”
“I am?”
“Well, I’m buying using your five hundred.”
“So you talked?” Smith queries before Davey could say anything.
“Yes,” Adam mumbles, refusing to meet his gaze.
“Did anyone else hear-” Smith begins.
“Oh, trust me,” Jade says, deadpanned. “I heard.”
Davey laughs. “Well,” he says, grinning at Hunter. “As long as you were safe.”
Adam and Hunter glance at each other. “Er-”
Jade’s eyes widen. “You guys didn’t-”
“Well, I’m clean,” Adam says quickly, blushing even harder than before.
“Well, I think I’m clean,” Hunter muses, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
The four of them stare at the bassist, eyes big as saucers.
“I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’m clean. I swear, I’m clean.”
“Dude,” Adam chokes out. “Not funny.”
Smith chooses not to say a word.
;;
They settle for breakfast at the McDonald’s down the street from their hotel. As Smith waited for their orders to be filled, the rest of them were quietly bickering over how to divide up the money.
“One-twenty-five, Hunt,” Davey demands. There’s really no arguing this point as Hunter did promise so the bassist hands over two hundred bills, and Davey returns him seventy-five. Adam makes a tortured face as he hands over a hundred and fifty to Jade, who surveying the contents of his wallet, frowns deeply.
“Wait a minute, I lost money?”
“Ooh, tough luck, Hadey,” Davey says, pouting sympathetically. “Hey Smith!” he calls as Smith walks over, carrying a tray of hash browns and coffee. “Five hundred bucks say you can’t make me talk by the end of the day.
Rating: NC-17
Length: ~3,400 words
A/N: For jackked ♥ Also archived at AFIslash.
Disclaimer: Don't own. Didn't happen.
They’ve been driving for six hours. He hasn’t had a smoke in eight. The lack of nicotine and/or fresh air may or may not be getting to him.
“Five hundred bucks says you can’t make me talk by tomorrow,” he declares as Hunter walks past his bunk.
Hunter stops and raises a cautious eyebrow. “Dude, are you that bored?”
“Yes.”
“Five hundred?”
“Stick a needle in my eye,” Adam promises.
“Tempting, but I’d rather take your money.”
;;
Hunter pores over the few vegan-friendly options on the Denny’s menu. He could get a soup or a salad, he figures. Before he can decide, Davey slides into the empty seat opposite Hunter’s. He picks up a menu and pretends to consider the choices. “So I heard you’ve got five hundred bucks to win.”
“Yep.”
“I can help you,” he whispers conspiratorially, lowering the menu just enough so that Hunter could see him wiggle an eyebrow.
“What do you want?”
“Half your winnings.”
“Hell no.”
“Forty-sixty?”
“Ninety-ten.”
“Thirty-seventy.”
Hunter pauses, thinking. “You can have twenty percent, and I won’t tell Jade you’re the one using his special conditioner.”
Davey places his menu down and smirks. “Twenty-five, and I won’t tell Jade you’re the one who replaced his conditioner with Pantene.”
“Fine.”
“Fine.”
They lapse into silence. Hunter thinks that he wants the garden salad with honey mustard.
;;
“Okay,” Smith calls once he’s sure that they’re all back on the bus. “I have it done,” he proclaims, shaking a sheet of notebook paper in their faces. The four of them lean in to try to decipher the chicken-scratch. Smith clears his throat. “As most of you have heard, Adam has issued Hunter a challenge. Twenty-four hours. Five hundred bucks at stake. They fight to the death.”
Everyone nods.
“The only condition is that someone other than Hunter has to hear Adam speak. We clear? Good. Now sign here,” he orders, pointing at two crooked lines in the middle of the page.
Adam and Hunter nod again, then sign.
“Shake on it,” Smith demands. So they do.
;;
“So,” Jade says, the minute Smith goes up to front to sit with the driver and Hunter and Davey disappear to find a suitable movie to watch. “Five hundred.”
Adam nods.
“I can help you.”
Adam raises an eyebrow.
“I’m serious. I can help you. …for a price.”
Adam watches him for a moment before pulling out his phone. He punches a few keys then closes it. Jade’s phone buzzes.
Oh yeah?
Jade smirks.
I can keep Hunter away from you for pretty much the entire day. Easiest 500 you’ll ever make.
Adam looks at him suspiciously.
How do I know this isn’t a set-up?
Jade rolls his eyes at him and says, “Because Hunter’s already got Davey on his team.”
Adam stares at him thoughtfully.
How much?
“Fifty-fifty?”
Adam shakes head firmly.
“Forty-sixty.”
Adam shakes his head again.
“Thirty-seventy, and that’s it.”
Adam considers this.
And you’re sure about this?
“Hell no, but I can guarantee twelve hours of peace.”
Fine.
;;
“Smith,” Jade hisses once he sees Davey and Hunter disappear into the liquor store. “Smiiitthh.”
“What, fucker?”
“Don’t put Adam and Hunter in the same room tonight.”
Smith raises an eyebrow.
“I’ll give you twenty bucks.”
“Fifty.”
“Done.”
;;
“Hunt, Dave,” Jade nods as he sits himself down on his own bunk. “I’ve got a proposition.”
“What?” Hunter asks before Davey can speak.
“You don’t bother Adam for the next, um-” he checks the time on his phone “-Nine hours and twenty-six minutes.”
“What’s in it for us?” Davey asks, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
“Fifty bucks.”
“Each?”
“Each.”
“Oh-”
“One hundred,” Hunter cuts in.
Jade stares at him stonily. “One hundred?”
“One hundred.”
“Sixty.”
“Ninety, and I don’t tell Smith it was you who knocked over the amps last week.”
“Seventy-five, and I’ll forgive you-” he points a finger at Davey “-For fucking up my computer.”
“It was an accident!” Davey shouts indignantly.
“It was my computer!”
Davey narrows his eyes. “Eighty-five, and I don’t tell your mother about the porn I found.”
“You wouldn’t,” Jade hisses, eyes widening slightly.
“Try me.”
“You spiteful bitch.”
"I have her on speed dial. You want to fucking test me, Hadey?"
Jade glares at him and reluctantly, reaches into his back pocket for his wallet.
Davey grins triumphantly.
;;
"Adaaam," Davey coaxes. "Adaaaaam."
Adam stares at him.
"Aaaaaaadam," Davey tries again.
Adam blinks.
"You really aren't going to talk to me, are you."
Adam shakes his head.
Davey sighs. "Well, it was worth a shot," he says, shrugging an "I tried" shrug at Hunter.
Hunter lets the top of his head fall flat on the desk with a hard THUMP. "You're fired."
Davey blinks. "But I still get my money, right?"
Head still against the desk, Hunter raises his left arm, waving a very prominent middle finger in Davey's face.
;;
“So,” Davey says loudly, seating himself rather ungraciously onto Hunter’s lap.
“So what?” Hunter answers, nudging Davey’s elbow out of his line of vision. He needs to find out what his sister is doing to his tomato plants, damn it.
“So what’s the plan?”
“What plan?”
“Our five-hundred dollar plan!”
“Our five-hundred dollar plan?” Hunter queries, not taking his eyes off his laptop.
“My one-hundred and twenty-five dollar plan.”
“My god, Dave learned how to count.”
“Dave learned how to use the calculator on his phone.”
“Funny, didn’t Dave learn that ‘fired’ meant getting zero percent of five hundred?”
Davey leans in, letting his breath tickle the back of Hunter’s neck. “But I helped!”
Hunter glares at his screen. “Not happening,” he grunts.
Davey grins, laying his head on Hunter’s shoulder. “Aww, c’mon sweetheart, don’t be like that.”
“Two seconds.”
“Now, baby-”
“One.”
“I’ll pay you five hundred dollars if you lose.”
Hunter pauses, then looks up at Davey, eyebrow quirked. The singer grins.
;;
“Smiiitthh,” Davey sings sweetly once they’re alone.
"What."
“Will you do me a favor?”
“What?” he asks suspiciously.
Davey throws an arm around the man’s waist and props his chin on Smith’s shoulder. Personal bubbles be damned. “Will you make sure Hunter and Adam room together today?”
“We’ll see.”
“Twenty bucks.”
“Eighty.”
“Fifty.”
“Done.”
;;
“We passed a pet store like three blocks back. You could buy all their parakeets and set them loose in your room,” Davey comments, taking a bite of his French fry.
“I can’t afford that.”
“So steal them.”
“I’m sorry?”
“Hey, they’d be a lot happier set free than cooped up inside those shitty cages. I don’t think they’d care if you paid for their freedom or not.”
“I think, I don’t know, maybe the manager would mind.”
Davey rolls his eyes. “Beggars can’t be choosers, Hunt,” he says wisely, waving a wilting fry for emphasis.
Hunter glares at him through sips of Sprite.
“Okay fine,” Davey sighs. “Try scaring him then.”
“What?”
“I don’t know, pull the fire alarm while he’s in the shower or something.”
“Can’t you think of something that doesn’t involve me getting arrested?”
“Hey man, I got you the room, what more do you from me?”
“How about my money’s worth?”
“Oh honey,” Davey grins lewdly, licking his lips. “If that was all that you wa-”
“Shut up. Now.”
“Well fine,” Davey huffs. Suddenly, he cocks his head to one side and smiles innocently. “Have you ever tried keeping quiet during sex?”
It’s times like these where Hunter could and would swear on his great-great-great-great-grandmother’s grave that Davey Havok was a bona fide genius.
“I could kiss you.”
“Try kissing Drummer Boy first. Then I’ll see if you’re worth it.”
“You would be so sexy if you were mute.”
;;
It may or may not be 3 am. Smith doesn’t care.
“Alright fuckers, get lost!” Smith yells, ripping the curtains to the bunks wide open as the bus came to a stop. No one moves. Smith sighs, shakes his head, and proceeds to whack each lump under the covers with a closed fist. Several yelps of pain later, Adam, Hunter, Davey, and Jade file out of the bus obediently.
“Davey, you’re with me,” Smith barks, handing the room key to the singer. Davey smiles brightly before walking into the well-lit (heated) lobby.
“I’ll be waiting!” he sings as he leaves.
“Jade, you’re with Fritch. Hunter, Adam, you two are together.”
Jade stops mid-nod and gapes.
“Smith, you fucking cheat!” he half-shrieks. “I paid you!”
“So? Dave paid me, too.”
“Smith!”
“He who hath the money shall rule the world,” Smith says, nodding wisely. “Leviticus 40.”
“There is no Leviticus 40, you fucker!”
Hunter grins. Adam yawns.
;;
“Night Jade!” Hunter calls as Jade inserts the key into the room next to theirs. Jade glares at him and shuts his door as loudly as he can. Which isn’t very loud. Thick, carpeted floors and whatnot.
“So, Adam,” he says conversationally, turning to face the drummer. “Adam? Adam?” He looks around at the empty hallway, then whirls around to face the open door to their room. “Adam?”
Adam, bless him, hasn’t bothered to change, hasn’t even bothered to take off his jacket, is curled up under the sheets, snoring quietly. Hunter closes the door quietly behind him and scratches the back of his head. This was not a problem he had foreseen. Reluctance, yes. Confusion, yes. Rejection, most definitely. Being asleep? Not so much. He would have to adapt.
“Alright Carson,” he mutters under his breath as he kicks off his shoes. “Here’s to hoping you don’t murder me.”
He stealthily peels back the covers, alert for any movement. Adam keeps snoring. At this point, Hunter abandons all pretense because really, if he’s going to be killed, he might as well be honest about it and say “Yeah, I totally tried to molest you in your sleep,” instead tip-toeing around it.
Hunter gives up at the second attempt to remove Adam’s jacket though, since the drummer apparently gains an invisible three hundred pounds when he sleeps, and therefore is impossible to move. He does however, manage to get the jeans off. The problem is, his plans kind of end here.
Hunter pauses to think. He’s always found a blowjob to be a pleasant wake-up, but he quickly dismisses that idea. No, he does not need Adam’s knee colliding with the side of his head in case Adam does wake up and well logically speaking, freaks out. So he leans over and kisses him.
It's gentle, barely a brush of lips, but it makes Hunter smile. He climbs into the bed, carefully straddling the drummer's hips as he leans in for another kiss. "Not bad," he mumbles to himself. "Scratchy, but not bad."
Adam shifts slightly in his sleep, and on instinct, Hunter reaches down and forces him to still. Which probably isn't the best course of action, considering. Hunter freezes when Adam grunts in discomfort, but relaxes when Adam's breathing slows and becomes steady once again.
He gently tugs at the zipper of Adam’s jacket, shivering at the sound of the metal against metal. He licks his lips nervously, fighting one last battle with his moral compass. This is Adam. This is his friend. And he was right here, sleeping soundly, ready to be taken advantage of. Hunter leans in, pressing his cheek against Adam’s chin. “I’m sorry,” he whispers as he snakes a hand underneath Adam’s shirt.
The skin is warm beneath his fingers, and for a moment, Hunter is content with simply laying there, tracing absent shapes against the lean body. He presses his lips against the crook of Adam's neck, inhaling the faded scent of his aftershave. Old Spice. Hunter smiles. "You're so old-fashioned," he comments teasingly.
He shifts slightly, trying to get more comfortable. It's only when he brushes against Adam's stomach that he realizes just how hard he is. He manages to bite back a moan, but oh God. He palms himself through the thick denim of his own jeans, whimpering quietly as his hips push forward involuntarily. “Adam,” he breathes. “Adam, Adam, Adam.”
He undoes the button, pushes his jeans past his hips, and lays his head against Adam’s chest. He closes his eyes as he reaches beneath his boxers to stroke himself gently, biting into the neck of Adam’s jacket to muffle his moans. He’s vaguely aware of a distant grunt, followed by a quiet snore.
“I know you’re awake,” he whispers against Adam’s neck. There’s silence, but Hunter doesn’t stop. He teases the head of his cock, groaning softly as his fingers become coated with pre-come. He sits up, straddling Adam’s stomach, purposely brushing against Adam’s half-hard cock. He knows this is wrong, knows he should not, knows he must not. He can't do this to Adam, and he must stopstopstop. But Adam is pressing against him and right here and yesyesyes. “Please,” he begs, his nails digging into Adam’s shoulder. “Adam, please.”
Adam’s eyes are nearly indiscernible in the darkness, but Hunter doesn’t have to see them to feel their gaze. They’re watching him, reading him, studying him. There’s movement, and Adam sits up, his mouth centimeters from Hunter’s. “Okay,” he murmurs before closing the distance between them, and Hunter gasps.
He rakes a hand through the dark-brown curls, moaning appreciatively as Adam nips at the side of his chin. “You don’t get to say ‘no’ anymore,” he murmurs, tilting his head back as Adam’s tongue flicks at his throat. “You don’t get to tell me to stop.”
“I won’t,” Adam promises. “I won’t.”
Hunter pulls back just enough to catch his breath. “Last chance, Drummer Boy,” he smirks.
There is a pause, then Adam presses his lips against Hunter’s, murmuring yesyesyes.
Hunter smiles as he kisses back. He pushes the jacket off, fingers lingering for only a second on the hard arm muscle before tugging at the hem of Adam's shirt. He needs everything offoffoff because he needs Adam, needs everything, and wants it all because Adam's hishishis.
The room suddenly feels too hot, and Hunter can barely breathe. Then Adam's pulling him downdowndown, and they're moving against each other to some instinctive beat and it feelssogood. Adam's cock is against his and each thrust makes him gasp and pant and ohshitdon'tstop.
“I don't do one-night stands," Adam groans as he bucks his hips against Hunter's.
"Don-Don’t worry," Hunter stutters, savoring the friction between them. "I don't either.”
“I-oh fuck,” Adam curses as Hunter reaches down and begins to stroke Adam’s cock. Hunter laughs quietly before planting soft kisses down Adam’s chest, giving each hard nipple a teasing lick before continuing downwards. Adam emits a strangled sort of whimper as Hunter draws closer and closer to his cock. Hunter rubs his thumb over the head, smirking as Adam grunts in surprise. He licks the length of the cock teasingly, smirk quickly becoming a grin as Adam thrusts his hips upward in desperation.
“Hunter, please,” he moans. Hunter doesn’t answer, continuing to give gentle strokes and lazy kisses. However, he soon moves lower, though the speed of his strokes speed up. Adam’s breath hitches in his throat as he feels Hunter’s tongue press against his entrance.
“Oh motherfuck,” he shouts, back arching, pushingpushingpushing against Hunter, beggingbeggingbegging. “Oh, pleasepleaseplease.”
Hunter swirls his tongue in earnest, eliciting further pleas. He uses his free hand to add a finger to go with his tongue, earning him louder, more desperate cries. “FUCK!” Adam shouts as Hunter brushes against his prostate. Hunter adds a second finger, but raises his head, choosing instead to suck the head Adam’s cock. He moans as Adam bucks his hips upwards, moremoremore.
“I’m close,” Adam manages to murmur as Hunter presses his tongue against the slit of Adam’s cock. Hunter immediately straightens up and pushes into Adam, groaning at the tightness. Adam rolls his hips up to meet Hunter’s, hands clenched in tight fists around the bedsheets.
“Oh God, Hunter,” he cries. “Harder, harder, fuck.”
Hunter complies, only managing to emit a short grunt as he thrusts into Adam overandover.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” Adam gasps. “Oh God, right there. Right fucking there. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
Hunter swears loudly as he slams into Adam, feeling Adam clench around him, pushing him over, soclosesoclose. “Oh shit.”
He’s barely aware of Adam groaning loudly as he rides out the last of his orgasm. He pulls out gently, reaching out to pump Adam’s cock. Three short strokes later, Adam comes all over his hand, moaning his name over and over. “HunterHunterHunter.”
Hunter smiles weakly before falling onto the small empty space besides Adam. He’s surprised when Adam pulls him in for a sloppy kiss - surprised, but pleasing all the same.
"None of that friends-with-benefits shit,” Adam mutters under his breath.
Hunter whimpers quietly as Adam nips at his lower lip. "No," he breathes, licking his own lips warily. "No way.”
"This doesn't change anything, right?"
"Of course not."
"This was nice. I mean, it was awesome, you know. I liked it, and well-”
"Adam.”
“It’s not like I’ve never been with a guy before, it’s just been a while, and yeah, I think you’re pretty damn hot, but still. You’re my fri-”
“Adam.”
“I just don’t want to ruin what we-”
Hunter cuts him off with long kiss, moaning at the gentle tingle of his kiss-bruised lips. “Adam,” he tries again.
“What?” Adam answers dazedly.
“Just shut the fuck up."
;;
An incessant ringing makes Hunter peer out from under the covers, groaning pathetically as he swats at the nightstand, trying to reach his phone.
“Adam,” he calls. “Aaaadam.”
But the drummer ignores him, still snoring. Hunter grumbles under his breath as he throws himself across Adam’s stomach, accidentally jabbing a knee into Adam’s side. With a yelp of pain, Adam sat straight up, head colliding with Hunter’s.
“Ow! Motherfu-Hello? Yeah, I know. We’re up, we’re up!” Hunter snarls as Smith’s booming voice proceeds to berate him for not answering sooner.
They scramble out of the bed, Adam making a mad dash for the bathroom while Hunter attempts to retrieve his shoe from under the bed. There’s a bit of hassle with trying to figure out whose undershirt is whose, but fuck it, they’re going to be late so they just put on whichever one they’re holding.
“I think this is your shirt,” Adam complains, tugging at the neck. “It’s too tight.”
“Get over it,” Hunter sings cheerfully, shutting the door behind them. A moment later, Jade steps out of his own room.
“Hey, where’s Fritch?”
Jade shrugs. “Asleep. He got in like an hour ago. There was a mix-up with the merch.” Then he smiles. “So, how was your night?”
Adam flushes bright red, but Hunter grins. “Good,” he answers, eyeing the guitarist. “I made five hundred bucks. Sorry, sweetheart,” he adds, patting Adam sympathetically on the back.
Adam nods, doing his best to keep a straight face.
“Morning guys,” Davey sings, walking over to him with Smith at his heels. “Where are we going for breakfast?”
“Wherever you want,” Hunter answers. “Adam’s buying.”
“I am?”
“Well, I’m buying using your five hundred.”
“So you talked?” Smith queries before Davey could say anything.
“Yes,” Adam mumbles, refusing to meet his gaze.
“Did anyone else hear-” Smith begins.
“Oh, trust me,” Jade says, deadpanned. “I heard.”
Davey laughs. “Well,” he says, grinning at Hunter. “As long as you were safe.”
Adam and Hunter glance at each other. “Er-”
Jade’s eyes widen. “You guys didn’t-”
“Well, I’m clean,” Adam says quickly, blushing even harder than before.
“Well, I think I’m clean,” Hunter muses, scratching his chin thoughtfully.
The four of them stare at the bassist, eyes big as saucers.
“I’m kidding. I’m kidding. I’m clean. I swear, I’m clean.”
“Dude,” Adam chokes out. “Not funny.”
Smith chooses not to say a word.
;;
They settle for breakfast at the McDonald’s down the street from their hotel. As Smith waited for their orders to be filled, the rest of them were quietly bickering over how to divide up the money.
“One-twenty-five, Hunt,” Davey demands. There’s really no arguing this point as Hunter did promise so the bassist hands over two hundred bills, and Davey returns him seventy-five. Adam makes a tortured face as he hands over a hundred and fifty to Jade, who surveying the contents of his wallet, frowns deeply.
“Wait a minute, I lost money?”
“Ooh, tough luck, Hadey,” Davey says, pouting sympathetically. “Hey Smith!” he calls as Smith walks over, carrying a tray of hash browns and coffee. “Five hundred bucks say you can’t make me talk by the end of the day.