ficlet #3 :: Danny/Adam, undercover (pg)
This is called the "I need to write something" game. I'm using goddess-loki's prompt generator and running with what pings me. And I'm going to keep doing this until I fall asleep. Or something.
prompt: undercover
with: Danny/Adam, sort of
rated: PG
They’re playing Madden ’08, and Danny’s down with two games to Adam’s three.
“Go get us each another beer, looser,” Adam says, but he’s got a mad grin on his face so Danny just smacks him on the back of the head and goes for the beer.
When he comes back, Adam has his feet up on the coffee table, and Danny almost does a spit-take.
“Nice sparkly toenail polish there,” he says and hands Adam his beer. “Purple is really your color.”
“Thanks.” Adam takes a swig of his beer and turns bright red.
“So I assume you let a girl do that.” Danny knows that Adam has a thing for freaky girls, so he’s not actually surprised. Amused as hell, but not surprised.
“Yeah, of course.” Adam does a good job of sounding casual, but it’s pretty much ruined by the way he turns even more red. “It was last night. I meant to pick up polish remover this morning but didn’t have a chance.”
“But you got laid out of the deal, right?”
“Oh yeah.” Adam grins and looks away, but Danny narrows his eyes because something isn’t quite adding up.
“You sure you let a girl do it?” Danny asks. “Because I’m not sure I believe you.”
“I did not paint my own toenails sparkly purple, I swear.” Adam looks a bit exasperated, and Danny nods.
“Now that’s the truth.” Danny shifts on the couch so he’s turned more toward Adam. “There something you want to tell me, Ross?”
Adam’s silent for a beat, then he shrugs. “Fine. I’m bi.” His casualness is still a little forced, and Danny realizes it’s because he doesn’t know how Danny’s going to react. Danny gives him a little shove.
“But you still got laid, right?”
“Yeah.” Adam laughs.
“You know,” Danny says, “the fact that that is the gayest nail polish I’ve ever seen sort of gave it away.”
“Well, usually I’m not quite this obvious, just because it’s not a lot of people’s business who all I like to date.” Adam looks at his feet and wiggles his toes.
“Makes sense.” Danny frowns. “I mean, I don’t like to advertise, but I’m probably like a Kinsey two.”
The look on Adam’s face is priceless.
prompt: undercover
with: Danny/Adam, sort of
rated: PG
They’re playing Madden ’08, and Danny’s down with two games to Adam’s three.
“Go get us each another beer, looser,” Adam says, but he’s got a mad grin on his face so Danny just smacks him on the back of the head and goes for the beer.
When he comes back, Adam has his feet up on the coffee table, and Danny almost does a spit-take.
“Nice sparkly toenail polish there,” he says and hands Adam his beer. “Purple is really your color.”
“Thanks.” Adam takes a swig of his beer and turns bright red.
“So I assume you let a girl do that.” Danny knows that Adam has a thing for freaky girls, so he’s not actually surprised. Amused as hell, but not surprised.
“Yeah, of course.” Adam does a good job of sounding casual, but it’s pretty much ruined by the way he turns even more red. “It was last night. I meant to pick up polish remover this morning but didn’t have a chance.”
“But you got laid out of the deal, right?”
“Oh yeah.” Adam grins and looks away, but Danny narrows his eyes because something isn’t quite adding up.
“You sure you let a girl do it?” Danny asks. “Because I’m not sure I believe you.”
“I did not paint my own toenails sparkly purple, I swear.” Adam looks a bit exasperated, and Danny nods.
“Now that’s the truth.” Danny shifts on the couch so he’s turned more toward Adam. “There something you want to tell me, Ross?”
Adam’s silent for a beat, then he shrugs. “Fine. I’m bi.” His casualness is still a little forced, and Danny realizes it’s because he doesn’t know how Danny’s going to react. Danny gives him a little shove.
“But you still got laid, right?”
“Yeah.” Adam laughs.
“You know,” Danny says, “the fact that that is the gayest nail polish I’ve ever seen sort of gave it away.”
“Well, usually I’m not quite this obvious, just because it’s not a lot of people’s business who all I like to date.” Adam looks at his feet and wiggles his toes.
“Makes sense.” Danny frowns. “I mean, I don’t like to advertise, but I’m probably like a Kinsey two.”
The look on Adam’s face is priceless.