Disenchanted 2/3
Adam gets home to find Good Adam eating cereal and watching cartoons on the couch. He seriously looks about five when he startles at Adam’s entrance and dribbles milk down his chin. Minus the fluffy wings of course.
Good Adam hurriedly puts his bowl down and looks anxiously up at Adam. “So how did it go?”
Adam tells him everything, mostly because he thinks lying to himself, even if only by omission, could start a bad precedent.
When he’s done, Good Adam takes it better than he thought he would. He looks more thoughtful than anything else. “Well, our unsubtly paid off since we’d mostly figured out what the wings meant on our own.”
Well, one of them had anyway, but more importantly. “That was a boldfaced lie, by the way. I’m totally subtle.”
Good Adam looks amused for a second. “Uh huh. Totally.” Then he abruptly turns pensive again. “I was right though. We’re, like, the extremes of our personalities. You’re the yang to my yin, so to speak. It’s just, how do we get back together?”
“Okay, Humpty Dumpty,” Adam mocks. “Any suggestions?”
Good Adam scrunches up his nose in thought. “I don’t know. He didn’t really elaborate, did he?”
Adam scowls at him. “No, I told you everything he said. Do you know of a way to show thyself some love?”
Good Adam gives him a dry look. “How ‘bout you not being an asshole for five seconds?”
“How ‘bout you go-” Adam cuts himself off and then says awkwardly, “I’ll work on it.”
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Things turn stilted and weirder after that, if that’s possible. They don’t talk and end up in a tense silence. When that gets boring they fight over the remote because they can’t even agree on what show to watch while they ignore each other.
“You know ignoring it isn’t going to make it go away,” Good Adam finally says.
Adam ignores him.
“I’m not giving myself the silent treatment, oh my God,” Good Adam exclaims when he continues to keep quiet.
Adam gives him a dirty look, but says, “I think I have an idea of what he meant.”
“Go on,” other Adam prods him.
“You won’t like it, but,” he pauses and then barrels on, “He said show yourself some love twice. And smiled at me. Creepily. And winked.”
Good Adam frowns. “You don’t think he meant…”
“Do I think the creepy guy I insulted while drunk meant I should have sex with myself?” Adam asks sardonically. “Yes. Yes, I do.”
“You think Luka wants us to have sex?” Good Adam asks and he doesn’t look convinced.
“I think he greatly implied that’s what we should do,” Adam says. “I got the impression this was all a big joke to him. Or a game he wants to see played out.” Adam shrugs, “Maybe he wants to help us or maybe we’re just puppets for his amusement, I don’t know.”
Good Adam eyes him intently and eventually says, “You know having sex with yourself is probably only good in theory, right?”
He nods, “Probably.”
Good Adam looks at him suspiciously, “But you want to find out anyway, don’t you?”
Adam leans slowly towards him, telegraphing his every move in case Good Adam wants to bash him in the face with a wing. When that doesn’t happen he says “I don‘t see why not,” and he kisses Good Adam softly, almost chaste, testing it out. Adam keeps it gentle, just for a second, and dimly thinks he’s not bad kisser, all soft lips and eager responses. It’s not till he tries to deepen the kiss that it all goes to hell. He and Good Adam try to take control of the kiss at the same time and there’s no give at all. It’s an awkward fight until Good Adam breaks the kiss.
“Jesus, am I always this much of a control freak?”
“Well, if you would just stop fighting me,” Adam says frustrated. Good Adam looks like he wants to protest so Adam adds, “Dude, if we’re doing this, we’re doing it right. I will not have bad sex with myself. I couldn’t stand the humiliation.”
Good Adam actually winces and then nods his head in agreement, “Alright.” Adam watches him warily for a minute and then kisses him again. He lets the kiss deepen gradually this time and is rewarded with Good Adam opening up to him. Adam grabs him by the neck and pulls him closer, mouth insistent and demanding. The kiss becomes increasingly heated until they have to break apart just to breath.
When Good Adam gets his breath back he asks, “Is it narcissistic to get turned on by yourself?”
Adam laughs, “I sure hope not. Otherwise we would have a PhD in narcissism with how much we jerk off.”
Good Adam shakes his head. “That is so not the same thing.”
Adam shrugs, not really listening. “This is going to be awesome,” he says cheerfully. Then even more brightly, “I’m going to blow you now.”
“Oh, good lord,” is all other Adam says and he takes it for a yes.
Adam slides to the floor in front of Good Adam and pushes his legs apart. Other Adam’s watching him intently and it’s weirdly hot, intense even. He focuses on unfastening Good Adam’s pants and has to almost pull him off the couch just to shove them down. Other Adam’s hard already, tenting his white briefs, and it’s strange to be looking at his own dick from this point of view. But he also kind of really wants it in his mouth, which is probably a lot weirder.
He pulls the briefs out of the way and sees Good Adam’s breathing pick up, wings fluttering with the movement. Adam doesn’t really stall after that, leaning down and licking him from base to tip, swirling his tongue as he goes. He’s surprised that he tastes so good, salt and soft skin. He moans and sucks him all the way down, closing his eyes and hallowing his cheeks.
Good Adam jerks above him and he feels something brush his cheek, he opens his eyes to see a curtain of white feathers hovering over him. Adam pulls back on a low moan and sees other Adam gripping the edge of the couch tightly.
Adam pants out an, “Awesome,” before sucking the head of other Adam’s cock back in his mouth. He pulls out all that stops, already knowing what he likes, flicking his tongue on the underside of his dick, and just a hint of teeth.
When Good Adam starts swearing and finally reaches out to run his fingers through Adam’s hair, gripping it, Adam brings a hand up and sucks in a finger along side other Adam’s cock. Adam glances up when he hears a loud groan and it’s obvious Good Adam knows what he’s doing. Adam sucks hard, saliva dripping down and he trails his finger through it and down past other Adam’s balls. He circles his hole and when he slips his finger inside Good Adam jerks his hips up and Adam has to pull off for a second.
“Sorry, sorry, oh, fuck,” Good Adam says and Adam just smirks before going back down. Other Adam trembles, trying to keep still but his hips move haltingly, like he can’t help it. Adam moves his hand, finger fucking into him before he quickly adds another. His mouth and hand find a rhythm, and it’s fucking perfect, the taste and feel of it turning him on like nothing else.
“Oh, god, I’m gonna,” Good Adam breaks off on a loud groan and comes in his mouth. Adam swallows as much as he can and then pulls back, removing his fingers and jacking him through the rest of it. Adam looks up in time to see his face still screwed up in pleasure, and he looks ridiculous, he does, yet somehow still endearing too.
Other Adam still seems out of it so Adam stands up and rids himself of his pants and underwear before dumping himself unceremoniously onto Good Adam’s lap. Other Adam wheezes a little at the movement, but then smiles softly at him. Adam kisses him lazily and takes his hand, putting it on his cock.
Good Adam chuckles into the kiss. “Totally subtle,” he says, but starts jerking him so Adam really can’t complain. He comes surprisingly fast over other Adam‘s fingers, already too worked up. Adam’s panting roughly into his neck and just revels in the feeling. He feels feathers stroke down his back.
Adam eventually pulls back enough to say, “I can fuck you next, right?”
Good Adam just laughs.
Adam’s still squished against other Adam and debating on whether to take a nap or fix himself some food before he tries another round when Good Adam says, “You might want to take your shirt off if you want to keep it.”
Adam looks up and sees how dark the room’s gotten. He gets up and pads half-naked to the window, brushing aside the curtain to see the beginnings of another gorgeous LA sunset. He’d forgotten already, and is so not ready for another appearance of wings. He lets the curtain fall back down and walks to the back of the couch. He looks at Good Adam, wrapped in wings so white they’re almost glowing in the soft light, and feels a pang at the thought of him disappearing.
He valiantly ignores it, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it on the couch. Other Adam’s watching him, an odd heat to his eyes that’s somehow also understanding. It makes Adam uncomfortable for some reason and he looks away. He braces his hands on the back of the couch, hoping the wings aren’t as painful as he remembers.
They wait in silence but it’s not long before Adam’s back starts hurting, almost like a burn. There’s no flash of light or a dimming of his senses this time, in fact, it almost makes it worse, the pain a sharp point of clarity with nothing to distract from it. The feeling of being sliced open starts and his knees buckle, eyes tearing. Then the wings burst out, jolting him into the back of the couch. He stays there, trying to calm his breathing and the tremors he can feel in his hands gripping the back of the couch.
A hand petting his hair is what makes him look up to see Good Adam kneeling next to him. “Holy fuck,” he says shakily and other Adam’s smile is self-deprecating.
“If the wings really are our doing, I’m beginning to suspect our level of fucked up,” Good Adam tells him while giving him a hand up. Adam takes it and wobbles on his feet till other Adam steadies him.
“I’ve been wondering about that for a while now, so get in line,” Adam says even as he’s beginning to get an idea of what the wings mean, pain and all. He’s just not sure he wants to share it. Not yet.
Other Adam takes his shirt off and offers it to him but Adam waves him off. What he wants is to clean up and to put some pants on because they are seriously starting to look ridiculous.
He says as much to Good Adam who brightens immediately. “I can take a shower now.”
Adam glowers at him and then sighs in defeat. It’s not like he’s getting anywhere near the shower stall anytime soon. Fucking wings. “Fine, I’m going to find some clothes.”
Adam cleans up the best he can and puts on a pair of sweatpants while Good Adam showers. He then fixes himself a sandwich and tries to relax but the wings are making everything uncomfortable. He gives up and flops face-first onto his bed. He’s asleep before he hears the shower turn off.
Adam wakes up disoriented and it takes him a minute to get his bearings. Good Adam is trying to quietly slide into bed when he sees that Adam’s awake he whispers, “Hey, go back to sleep.”
But Adam’s suddenly aware of where he is and doesn’t think he can go back to sleep just yet. “What time is it?”
“Late, around one, I think,” Good Adam tells him and then huffs. “Do you have to hog the whole bed?”
Adam yawns and looks blearily at other Adam, “Uh huh.” He cracks his neck because it’s stiff as all hell. “Ow,” he complains, “This sleeping on my stomach business is bullshit.”
Good Adam looks indecisive for a moment before he clambers over Adam to straddle his hips, being mindful of his wings. Adam’s confused until he starts massaging the back of his neck. He lets out a mindless moan and other Adam keeps going, kneading down his spine.
It’s freaking delicious and Adam is so on board with this plan as other Adam rubs his back, moving smoothly around his wings like he’s done this a hundred times before. He feels so good and relaxed he’s almost purring with it when Good Adam grabs the base of his wings. Adam shudders at the contact and feels Good Adam jerk against his ass. It’s then that Adam realizes they’re both hard and he groans into his pillow.
Adam’s content to never move again so he figures Good Adam can do all the work. “You can fuck me, if you want,” he says lazily.
He hears other Adam inhale sharply behind him. “Yeah, okay,” Good Adam says and then he’s leaning over and fumbling with the drawer where they keep the condoms and lube.
Other Adam pulls down his sweats with a little help from Adam as he lifts his hips up off the bed. Adam hears the snap of the lube bottle opening and then Good Adam is opening him up slowly. He’s barely got a third finger stretching him before Adam’s squirming against the sheets. “Okay, okay, I’m ready.”
Good Adam pulls out and he hears a crinkle of a wrapper, then a long pause before, “Do I need to use a condom to fuck myself?”
Adam looks over his shoulder and other Adam’s half-obscured by wings that are flapping restlessly. Adam drawls, “I don’t know, is there something you want to tell me?”
Good Adam throws the condom package at his face, “Ass.”
Adam laughs and then stretches out, arms going under his pillow and spreading his legs wide so that his ass juts out. “Come on, I want to feel it.”
Other Adam mutters something he can’t make out and then he feels a hand on his hip and another on the back of his thigh. He pushes Adam’s knee out and then up until he can settle snugly between his splayed thighs. Good Adam pushes in oh, oh, so slowly and he can feel the stretch and burn of it all the way up his spine.
Adam is muffling his whines into his pillow by the time other Adam bottoms out and stills for a minute. Adam had known that he was more than adequately endowed but feeling it from this end gives him a whole new understanding of it. He feels so full and it’s exactly what he’s been craving.
Good Adam swears behind him as he starts moving, “Fuck, we got to do this more often, our ass is amazing.”
Adam tries to laugh but his head is buried in his pillow. He feels other Adam run his fingers through the feathers at the base of his wings and he shivers all over. Adam finally lifts his head up when other Adam keeps to a steady pace because it’s not want he wants, “You, ah, fuck.” Adam doesn’t know if he wants to thrust back or hump the fucking mattress. “Harder, dammit.”
He hears a cut-off laugh before other Adam slams in, shoving him across the bed. Adam spaces out after that, relishing in the feel of it; in the fucking tidal wave of pleasure washing over him. His orgasm barrels through him without anyone even touching him- his dick pulsing on the sheets underneath him.
Good Adam must feel it because he groans loudly and his thrusts turn erratic. He comes with a few final jerks and then kind of collapses onto Adam, face buried into black fathers.
If Adam had two brain cells to rub together he could admit that this was probably a little weird (he just came in his own ass, oh god) but as it is, he is too blissed out to give a flying fuck about anything right now.
Other Adam finally pulls out and Adam twitches at that but doesn’t even think about moving. Good Adam rolls off the bed and returns after a minute with a towel and wet washcloth, which finally makes Adam turn over uncomfortably onto his side.
Good Adam covers the wet spot with the towel and then throws the rag at Adam. “Help me out lazy.”
Adam grunts at him but cleans up with the minimum amount of effort and then throws the cloth onto the floor. He hears other Adam sigh as he crawls back into the bed and it makes Adam smile for some reason.
Adam yawns and watches with half-lidded eyes as other Adam struggles with the sheets before finally pulling it over himself. “You know apparently practice puts theory to shame.”
Good Adam looks baffled for a second and then he grins in amusement. “I’m totally a sex God, aren’t I?”
Adam nods and snuggles inward till he’s half on his stomach where he’s not crushing his wings. “Of course. I‘ve always been a sex God,” he says, laying his head on Good Adam’s shoulder
He brushes Adam’s hair back, looking happy. “No objections here.”
It’s quiet for a while and Adam’s almost drifting off when Good Adam asks, “Do you really think we’re wasting our time?” He shifts, jostling Adam off his shoulder, until he’s on his side facing Adam. “Wanting to be a singer?” he laughs softly, “A successful one at least.”
Adam really doesn’t have enough brainpower to have this conversation right now, so he says, “It’s not that simple.”
“Why isn’t it?” Good Adam asks. “It’s a yes or no question.”
“Why isn’t it?” Adam repeats in disbelief. “Oh, I don’t know, maybe because half the country hates everything about us. Because when was the last time we were anything more than just a punchline to a joke?”
“Fuck those people,” other Adam says hard, like he truly believes every word that he’s saying. “They don’t fucking matter.”
“If that was the case…” Adam says and then sighs, not even knowing how to deal with this much naivety. “And that’s just the beginning, what if we spend years trying to make something of ourselves and get nothing but burnt out? What if we end up hating one of the things we love the most? That is just ours.”
Good Adam shakes his head firmly. “That won’t happen to us. We won‘t let it.”
“It almost already did happened to us,” Adam says tiredly. “If we hadn’t quit theater when we did we would’ve ended up hating it. That’s how unhappy we were.”
“We’re still unhappy,” other Adam says and he sounds sad. “And I won’t give up on music because of things that may happen, and that fact that you’re scared.”
Adam suppresses a flinch at that, but retorts, “I’m not giving up and I’m not fucking scared. I just have more sense than a wet paper bag. Unlike you.”
Good Adam glares at him and then turns over, giving Adam his back.
It takes a while for either of them to fall asleep.
Part 3