Anywhere With You
Title: Anywhere With You
Pairing: Adam/Michael
Rating: T
Warnings: Homophobic slurs.
Summary: Part 10 of Clandestine. Michael wins State and celebrates in a way that surprises Adam.
The excitement was palpable in the stands. Even in the cold December night, Adam felt warm sitting between his mom and dad. It was the final game of the year. The team was up by 14 with thirty seconds left. They were going to win State.
The last few seconds ticked away, and Adam, and the rest of the fans, rushed the field.
The rumors that had started once people found out that Michael had moved in with the Winchesters were numerous and creative. Some had said that Michael's dad was beating him and used his black eye to support this. Some had said his dad kicked him out for stealing or drinking or a million other things. But no one had guessed that it was because Michael was gay. Thank god.
After Dean had graduated, things had gotten harder for Adam, not that he'd tell anyone. People just weren't afraid of Sam like they were of Dean. Dean looked a little dangerous. Sam looked like he was going to offer to help old ladies cross the street. And Adam, well, Adam looked like a twink.
So things had gotten harder for him. There wasn't any outright violence--a few kids "accidentally" bumping into him in the halls--but there were more comments and name-calling. Gone were the days when he could go a full day without being called a "queer" or a "fag."
He tried not to let it bother him. Really, he did. Especially when Michael or his mom were around, because they could read him like a book. And he didn't want to worry them.
Michael wasn't out. And that was fine. Adam wasn't going to rush him, but, still, it would have been nice to hold Michael's hand and walk down the hall with his head high. Some days it was so hard, because even though he wasn't alone, he was treated as if he was. He didn't want Michael to be picked on. But at the same time, Adam was the only one taking abuse.
Adam pushed through the crowds, trying to locate Michael. He swore that a second ago he had spotted him. The swarm parted and Adam saw his quarterback standing next to Gabriel and Sam. Michael saw him about the same time and broke away.
Michael threw his sweaty arms around Adam's neck. "You smell gross," Adam said, pressed against Michael's chest.
"I feel invincible." Michael was smiling wide and open and carefree, the way he was with Adam in private. "I want to kiss you."
"So do it." Adam tried not to get his hopes up.
Adam expected him to look around surreptiously, to see if they were being watched, which they no doubt were. The quarterback and the gay kid hugging. Even if Michael didn't do anything else, people would still talk. Instead of worrying about them being watched, Michael leaned forward and kissed him.
Just a soft kiss, familiar and light.
"Why did you do that?" Adam asked in disbelief.
"I love you."
"Everyone saw."
"I don't care."
"You will tomorrow," Adam said. He would tomorrow when it was on Facebook and Monday at school when all of the people he thought were his friends ignored him or called him a faggot. "Your adrenaline high will wear off. And you'll regret it."
"Shut up, Adam." Michael leaned his forehead against Adam's, like they were back in his bedroom, not on a crowded football field with a hundreds of people surrounding them and watching them and talking about them. "I'm trying to be brave and you're making me nervous. I know it's not going to be easy. Nothing worth having ever is, but it's you and me. Us being together is worth being brave when I'm scared shitless."
"Some of your friends are going to stop talking to you."
"Then they weren't my friends," Michael replied.
Adam closed his eyes. "I'm scared for you. You've already had to deal with so much."
"You'll be here with me." Adam felt Michael's lips kiss his forehead. "You make me strong. You make me brave. I love you."
Adam let out a shaky breath. "I love you too."
Pairing: Adam/Michael
Rating: T
Warnings: Homophobic slurs.
Summary: Part 10 of Clandestine. Michael wins State and celebrates in a way that surprises Adam.
The excitement was palpable in the stands. Even in the cold December night, Adam felt warm sitting between his mom and dad. It was the final game of the year. The team was up by 14 with thirty seconds left. They were going to win State.
The last few seconds ticked away, and Adam, and the rest of the fans, rushed the field.
The rumors that had started once people found out that Michael had moved in with the Winchesters were numerous and creative. Some had said that Michael's dad was beating him and used his black eye to support this. Some had said his dad kicked him out for stealing or drinking or a million other things. But no one had guessed that it was because Michael was gay. Thank god.
After Dean had graduated, things had gotten harder for Adam, not that he'd tell anyone. People just weren't afraid of Sam like they were of Dean. Dean looked a little dangerous. Sam looked like he was going to offer to help old ladies cross the street. And Adam, well, Adam looked like a twink.
So things had gotten harder for him. There wasn't any outright violence--a few kids "accidentally" bumping into him in the halls--but there were more comments and name-calling. Gone were the days when he could go a full day without being called a "queer" or a "fag."
He tried not to let it bother him. Really, he did. Especially when Michael or his mom were around, because they could read him like a book. And he didn't want to worry them.
Michael wasn't out. And that was fine. Adam wasn't going to rush him, but, still, it would have been nice to hold Michael's hand and walk down the hall with his head high. Some days it was so hard, because even though he wasn't alone, he was treated as if he was. He didn't want Michael to be picked on. But at the same time, Adam was the only one taking abuse.
Adam pushed through the crowds, trying to locate Michael. He swore that a second ago he had spotted him. The swarm parted and Adam saw his quarterback standing next to Gabriel and Sam. Michael saw him about the same time and broke away.
Michael threw his sweaty arms around Adam's neck. "You smell gross," Adam said, pressed against Michael's chest.
"I feel invincible." Michael was smiling wide and open and carefree, the way he was with Adam in private. "I want to kiss you."
"So do it." Adam tried not to get his hopes up.
Adam expected him to look around surreptiously, to see if they were being watched, which they no doubt were. The quarterback and the gay kid hugging. Even if Michael didn't do anything else, people would still talk. Instead of worrying about them being watched, Michael leaned forward and kissed him.
Just a soft kiss, familiar and light.
"Why did you do that?" Adam asked in disbelief.
"I love you."
"Everyone saw."
"I don't care."
"You will tomorrow," Adam said. He would tomorrow when it was on Facebook and Monday at school when all of the people he thought were his friends ignored him or called him a faggot. "Your adrenaline high will wear off. And you'll regret it."
"Shut up, Adam." Michael leaned his forehead against Adam's, like they were back in his bedroom, not on a crowded football field with a hundreds of people surrounding them and watching them and talking about them. "I'm trying to be brave and you're making me nervous. I know it's not going to be easy. Nothing worth having ever is, but it's you and me. Us being together is worth being brave when I'm scared shitless."
"Some of your friends are going to stop talking to you."
"Then they weren't my friends," Michael replied.
Adam closed his eyes. "I'm scared for you. You've already had to deal with so much."
"You'll be here with me." Adam felt Michael's lips kiss his forehead. "You make me strong. You make me brave. I love you."
Adam let out a shaky breath. "I love you too."