Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet
Title: Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown On A Bad Bet
Author:
alles_luege
Pairing: Frank/Adam
Rating: R
Summary: This is a story about how something innocent like a stupid game of dare can turn into something truly fucked-up and how Frank learns something about himself by breaking something already broken.
Warning(s): sex, angst and I don’t know, maybe it could mess with your head
Author’s Notes: For tygermine 's birthday! Happy birthday. (And this, because she was telling me about this dream she had where Frank stole her car. I was like: Why would he do that? She: Well, I don’t know…maybe a bet with someone who looked suspiciously like Adam Lazzara? No good can come from this kind of conversation. )Title by Fall Out Boy…who else? Seriously. (But you know, Pete let Patrick sing: “I hope you steal a line…” I did.)
Word Count: 1.211
Beta: slashxmistress (with much thanks!)
Disclaimer: Don’t know, don’t own, not real.
“What were you thinking?“ Gerard asks and Mikey looks disapproving as well - for Mikey. It’s so typical for Mikey to side with his brother, Frank thinks. He’s leaning against a tree and smokes a cigarette while Gerard is pacing in front of him. Also smoking, well more like gesturing with his cigarette around, the smoke leaving a trail behind him.
“It’s not like anything happened,” Frank replies, he doesn’t grin, because he knows Gerard would totally be pissed if he did.
“You’re always doing shit like that! You could’ve been arrested!” Gerard nearly yells; turning to face Frank.
Well, Frank thinks, true, but he wasn’t and that’s the only thing that matters. It’s no crime if you aren’t caught with your hand in the cookie jar.
“I know what you are thinking,” Mikey says from somewhere to his right, Frank sighs. They know each other too well. And maybe that’s the problem. He takes a last drag from his cigarette and throws the butt away.
“Nothing happened,” Frank says again and Gerard glares at him. “Nothing bad,” Frank adds. Gerard doesn’t stop.
“I swear Frank if this doesn’t stop!” Gerard says.
“Because it’s so stupid and dangerous,” Mikey adds.
“You aren’t my parents!”
“Like we would want to be,” Gerard answers.
“Fuck you!” Frank says and storms away.
~+~
Really, he thinks it wasn’t that bad. It was just a bet and it’s not like Gerard and Mikey wouldn’t do shit too, because they totally do. So what the hell. He is pacing the parking lot while smoking his third cigarette in ten minutes. Okay, maybe it was stupid, but it turned out okay, didn’t it? Yeah, it did.
“So, you stole a car,” it’s not a question, Frank turns around to look at Adam.
“Yeah, I did.”
“And they didn’t arrest you?”
“I stole a fan’s car…” Frank says shrugging, “And I gave it back.”
“Lucky bastard.” Adam answers with a smile. Frank can’t help it, fuck he thinks, he really likes Adam’s smile.
“That’s how special I am.” He says shrugging, taking another drag form his cigarette.
“Have one for me?” Adam asks, Frank nods and gives him his pack and the lighter. “Thanks.”
Frank shrugs again. He doesn’t know what it is about Adam Lazzara, it’s just something.
“So, now that I won…” he says and Adam laughs.
“Yeah, it’s your turn. Never thought you would steal a fucking car just to win that stupid bet.” Adam says.
“You should have known, I’m a crazy motherfucker.” Frank answers.
“True enough.”
~+~
That evening Adam declares his undying love to Spencer Smith and says pretty crude things about what he would love to do to Brendon’s mouth and Frank rolls his eyes, because it was really too easy, he should have come up with something more…vicious. But as it is, this will hound them and Panic for that matter (which is totally a win) for weeks. So, it’s not that bad.
It’s this stupid dare thing they’re doing, just to see how far they can go before one of them breaks. And Frank thinks he would really love to see Adam break.
~+~
Adam repays him in kind and the next night Frank kisses Ray like he kissed Gerard that one time, Ray looks shocked and Frank thinks that he will beat Frank up after the show.
“I should have said Bob,” Adam says later.
“Too late now, but maybe you should kiss Bob,” Frank answers, stealing Adam’s pack of cigarettes.
“Dude, he will beat me up. Don’t you like my pretty face?” Adam says laughing. Yeah, Frank thinks, he really does like Adam’s face.
“You are going to kiss Bob,” Frank says, because he needs to end this now. Adam smiles while he lets out the smoke out of his lungs.
“You are a vicious motherfucker.”
“I guess, I am.” Frank answers, but he just needs to see Adam break down.
“I will not,” Adam says.
“What?”
“I will not kiss Bob.”
“That means I win,” Frank says carefully, Adam smiles again. Somehow Frank isn’t sure if he really won, or if maybe Adam let him win.
“So, what do you want? We didn’t settle on something before this stupid thing started, that was half the fun of it.” Adam says, he takes another drag of his cigarette and looks up at the sky. The last rays of the sun are playing on his skin and Frank thinks, he knows exactly what he wants.
“Hotel night tomorrow,” Frank says, Adam nods without looking away form the sky.
“I’ll be there.” He answers.
~+~
“Anything particular you want?” Adam says, he’s leaning against the wall, smoking, even if he isn’t allowed to smoke inside the room, but hell if anyone of them ever cared about something like that.
See you break under me, Frank thinks, he knows it’s not really a healthy thought, but says “Fuck you,” instead.
“Yeah, that much was clear,” Adam answers with a small smile around his cigarette, and Frank thinks he might mean from the start. Frank wasn’t sure from the start, he didn’t think about this, it just occurred to him in the last few days, as Adam said all the stuff about Brendon’s mouth. (That was filthy and pretty hot.)
“Shut up and get naked,” Frank says a bit too sharply, he doesn’t feel like talking anymore, because he doesn't want to think about this, about breaking Adam apart, too deeply. Adam laughs again, but puts the cigarette out and walks over to Frank, who is standing in the middle of the room, near the bed. Adam sheds his close as he crosses the room.
Frank feels a brief moment of panic, but then Adam puts his hands on Frank’s hips and the next thing Frank knows is that he’s pushing Adam onto the bed, touching as much skin as he can, thinking that two hands are just not enough for this, kissing Adam fast and hard and messy. Adam laughs into the kiss and then moans as Frank bites down on his lip. Frank thinks; I knew, I knew.
He doesn’t try to be gentle then, his hands sliding over the soft skin, rips that are far to close under the surface. Kissing, sucking and biting a trail from his collarbone to his navel.
“You want me to break you, don’t you?” he whispers, more to himself than to Adam, really, but Adam hears him anyway.
“Yes, yes.” He hisses, squirming and moaning and pushing. And Frank is lost, he doesn’t want to be like this, but he really, really wants to see Adam break.
~+~
After, and it’s not even morning yet, he stares at the ceiling while Adam dresses. He knew that this would end like this. He knew and it’s not like he is regretting it, because he is not. He regrets more that he will never be able to show Adam how else it could be. How different he can be. (If he doesn’t have the need inside him to destroy something already broken, that is.)
“It’s okay,” Adam says, leaning down to ghost a kiss on Frank’s forehead. It feels like thank you, like benediction, like I’m sorry.
Frank doesn’t want to, but he believes him.
~end~