Bloodstream: Under Your Skin part 7/7
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PART 7:
Tonight I'ma let you be the captain
Tonight I'ma let you do your thing, yeah
-Rude Boy, Rihanna
"Please, tell me this will not always happen when we move. I'm not sure I can handle it." Adam told Tommy as they collapsed in front of their TV, and Adam turned it on.
They'd just gotten back from having that talk with Allison's pack that had been disrupted by James the nutjob the week before. Of course, it had started to rain just as they left the farm, and they'd been soaked to their bones.
"No. Not unless you're going to befriend more next door neighbor weres," Tommy told him, picking at the T-shirt he was wearing. It was one of Adam's. Adam loved it when Tommy wore his stuff, and it was the closest clean thing around when they got home.
"You're not going to tell me Frankenstein's real too, or something, right?" Adam mumbled, and looked up from the TV, which was showing one of those True Hollywood Stories, to Tommy, who just rolled his eyes.
"No. That was all Mary Shelley's imagination," Tommy told him, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and turning it to MTV, not that it was actually playing anything interesting. "Or at least, I think so."
"Where did Mina go? I'm just asking so I don't have to worry about her popping up out of nowhere and judging how I'm behaving as a vampire, or something," Adam asked, because he hadn't seen the woman in a few days, and that was a good thing but set him on edge too.
"Oh, I think she went off to look for where Dracula is now. I don't get this open relationship thing of theirs, but then he's ancient, and she never liked being tied down. Well, at least not like that, and eww, I did not just think about that," Tommy told him, and then shuddered. Because oh gods, he did not want to think about his grandmother's sex life.
"I see. As long as she doesn't come visit us for the next 20 years, we're cool. And you so did," Adam told him, almost laughing at his partner's obvious disgust at the thought.
"Did your British accent just like die out?" Adam asked, after they had been watching TV for a while. They had flipped the channel to something more interesting and less brain-cell killing than MTV. But not The History Channel, because Adam had learned that some stuff on there just made Tommy roll his eyes a lot and be all wrong, wrong, wrong. Older preternatural creatures were such know it alls.
"I guess so," Tommy mumbled, from where he was resting his head on Adam's thigh and pretending to be asleep, but they both knew he wasn't sleeping. These last two weeks had been eventful, and they both hoped next week would be a little easier and they could focus on other things like getting back to work and such. Because yeah, even vampires need jobs.
Well, maybe not so much Tommy. But if he wanted to be lazy, he'd be under Mina's thumb forever and possibly Dracula's. So he'd rather work and be a free vampire with Adam. Adam just hoped their band would be successful...they'd need more people for it though.
"You'd be hot with an accent," Adam told him and ruffled the blond hair up a bit, which just made Tommy sit up and pat his hair down the best he could. Adam just grinned at him, and tugged a little at some of his blond bangs.
"You're saying I'm not already hot? And don't start on the hair unless you intend to follow through." Tommy looked at Adam, all fake puppy dog eyes and amusement lurking under the mock-betrayal in his eyes.
"No, you're hot. It would just make you hotter," Adam told him, before grinning and kissing him, nibbling on that lower lip before letting him go.
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Do that."
"Isn't it a little weird you have a tattoo of Bela Lugosi as Dracula when you know, you're kinda related to the real Dracula, and I don't mean that Vlad guy?" Adam asked, and yes, maybe he had read up on Dracula a bit.
"I like Bela as Dracula. Movie's pretty cool, too."
"You're so weird," Adam told Tommy, poking him in the side, and Tommy snapped his teeth at him but then went back to watching TV. There was a... cooking show on?
"You love my weirdness," Tommy mumbled a few minutes later, over the sounds of a guy explaining how to roast a rabbit or something. Why were they watching this again?
"I love your everything," Adam said, grinning and not looking at Tommy when he said it but the guy who was talking about acceptable vegetables that go with a roasted rabbit, or whatever.
"Awww, softy."
"Shut up. We're vampires, don't call a vampire a softy," Adam mumbled, sticking his tongue out at Tommy and changing the channel finally to some B-movie with Eric Roberts.
"Whatever, you are. You're like the care bear of vampires," Tommy said with the biggest grin on his face that Adam has ever seen and glared at him even though a smile wasn't far away.
"Oh, now I really hate you," Adam said, crossing his arms over his chest and mock glaring at Tommy, who was snickering like mad at the other end of the couch.
"Care bear fangs," Tommy told Adam, with a smirk and got paid with a pillow smacked into his face. It was a good thing that Tommy was back to full health too, or Adam would have probably not even thrown that pillow. And then Tommy would have had to have that 'I'm not a baby, stop coddling me' talk with him again.
"Shut. Up."
"Make me."
"Okay," Adam told him, pinning Tommy down to the sofa and attacking his neck with kisses, bites and licks. Care bear with fangs, his ass.
THE END
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PART 7:
Tonight I'ma let you be the captain
Tonight I'ma let you do your thing, yeah
-Rude Boy, Rihanna
"Please, tell me this will not always happen when we move. I'm not sure I can handle it." Adam told Tommy as they collapsed in front of their TV, and Adam turned it on.
They'd just gotten back from having that talk with Allison's pack that had been disrupted by James the nutjob the week before. Of course, it had started to rain just as they left the farm, and they'd been soaked to their bones.
"No. Not unless you're going to befriend more next door neighbor weres," Tommy told him, picking at the T-shirt he was wearing. It was one of Adam's. Adam loved it when Tommy wore his stuff, and it was the closest clean thing around when they got home.
"You're not going to tell me Frankenstein's real too, or something, right?" Adam mumbled, and looked up from the TV, which was showing one of those True Hollywood Stories, to Tommy, who just rolled his eyes.
"No. That was all Mary Shelley's imagination," Tommy told him, grabbing the remote from the coffee table and turning it to MTV, not that it was actually playing anything interesting. "Or at least, I think so."
"Where did Mina go? I'm just asking so I don't have to worry about her popping up out of nowhere and judging how I'm behaving as a vampire, or something," Adam asked, because he hadn't seen the woman in a few days, and that was a good thing but set him on edge too.
"Oh, I think she went off to look for where Dracula is now. I don't get this open relationship thing of theirs, but then he's ancient, and she never liked being tied down. Well, at least not like that, and eww, I did not just think about that," Tommy told him, and then shuddered. Because oh gods, he did not want to think about his grandmother's sex life.
"I see. As long as she doesn't come visit us for the next 20 years, we're cool. And you so did," Adam told him, almost laughing at his partner's obvious disgust at the thought.
"Did your British accent just like die out?" Adam asked, after they had been watching TV for a while. They had flipped the channel to something more interesting and less brain-cell killing than MTV. But not The History Channel, because Adam had learned that some stuff on there just made Tommy roll his eyes a lot and be all wrong, wrong, wrong. Older preternatural creatures were such know it alls.
"I guess so," Tommy mumbled, from where he was resting his head on Adam's thigh and pretending to be asleep, but they both knew he wasn't sleeping. These last two weeks had been eventful, and they both hoped next week would be a little easier and they could focus on other things like getting back to work and such. Because yeah, even vampires need jobs.
Well, maybe not so much Tommy. But if he wanted to be lazy, he'd be under Mina's thumb forever and possibly Dracula's. So he'd rather work and be a free vampire with Adam. Adam just hoped their band would be successful...they'd need more people for it though.
"You'd be hot with an accent," Adam told him and ruffled the blond hair up a bit, which just made Tommy sit up and pat his hair down the best he could. Adam just grinned at him, and tugged a little at some of his blond bangs.
"You're saying I'm not already hot? And don't start on the hair unless you intend to follow through." Tommy looked at Adam, all fake puppy dog eyes and amusement lurking under the mock-betrayal in his eyes.
"No, you're hot. It would just make you hotter," Adam told him, before grinning and kissing him, nibbling on that lower lip before letting him go.
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Do that."
"Isn't it a little weird you have a tattoo of Bela Lugosi as Dracula when you know, you're kinda related to the real Dracula, and I don't mean that Vlad guy?" Adam asked, and yes, maybe he had read up on Dracula a bit.
"I like Bela as Dracula. Movie's pretty cool, too."
"You're so weird," Adam told Tommy, poking him in the side, and Tommy snapped his teeth at him but then went back to watching TV. There was a... cooking show on?
"You love my weirdness," Tommy mumbled a few minutes later, over the sounds of a guy explaining how to roast a rabbit or something. Why were they watching this again?
"I love your everything," Adam said, grinning and not looking at Tommy when he said it but the guy who was talking about acceptable vegetables that go with a roasted rabbit, or whatever.
"Awww, softy."
"Shut up. We're vampires, don't call a vampire a softy," Adam mumbled, sticking his tongue out at Tommy and changing the channel finally to some B-movie with Eric Roberts.
"Whatever, you are. You're like the care bear of vampires," Tommy said with the biggest grin on his face that Adam has ever seen and glared at him even though a smile wasn't far away.
"Oh, now I really hate you," Adam said, crossing his arms over his chest and mock glaring at Tommy, who was snickering like mad at the other end of the couch.
"Care bear fangs," Tommy told Adam, with a smirk and got paid with a pillow smacked into his face. It was a good thing that Tommy was back to full health too, or Adam would have probably not even thrown that pillow. And then Tommy would have had to have that 'I'm not a baby, stop coddling me' talk with him again.
"Shut. Up."
"Make me."
"Okay," Adam told him, pinning Tommy down to the sofa and attacking his neck with kisses, bites and licks. Care bear with fangs, his ass.
THE END
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