Grow Old With You
Title: Grow Old With You
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Power Rangers
Characters: Adam/Rocky
Word Count: 575
Summary: Adam is a man of action. Big, schmoopie action.
“Adam, why are there candles all over the living room?” Rocky asks as he walks into the kitchen, bewilderment stamped on his features. “And was that a bottle of wine chilling in a plastic beach bucket?” He drops his backpack onto the table and pulls out one of the chairs. He lowers himself half into it before seeming to notice that Adam is standing there in an apron and over mitts. “Wait, are you cooking?”
“Uh,” Adam flushes and fumbles with a steaming bowl of pasta.
Rocky gives him a lopsided grin and crosses his arms over his chest. “Ah, honey, you shouldn’t have.”
“You aren’t supposed to be home,” he blurts out and then instantly wishes he could take it back when Rocky’s expression goes all smooth and calculating.
“My class let out early,” he says with a slight edge to his voice. “But I can leave if you are expecting company.”
Adam yanks the mitts off his hands and shakes his head. “No, no. That’s not,” his voice trails off and he swallows nervously.
“Clearly you went to quite an effort for someone,” Rocky points out. One of his eyebrows quirks up. “Come on, tell me her name.”
Adam decides to ignore the question, turning back to the stove. He rattles around the sauce pan, stirring it far more rigorously then he needs to. Then he glances at the bread in the oven and clatters the dishes in the sink, desperate to avoid turning around. He turns on the water and stares down into the slowly filling sink, his shoulder tense.
Rocky clears his throat. “Well,” the scrape of a chair, “I’m sure whoever she is will be mightily impressed.” Another long pause. “I’ll just shower and then clear out of your way.”
There is a soft whoosh of breath and then the thud of Rocky’s feet treading down the hall. The bathroom door snicks shut and Adam flies into action. “Crap, crap, crap,” he mutters, fumbling with the ties of the apron.
He wrestles himself free of it and the rushes down the hall, changing faster than he thought possible. Adam slicks back his hair, tucks in his shirt and then is rushing out of back into the kitchen to yank the bread out. He dumps the sauce into the first bowl he finds, slaps the salad together and then sets the table in record breaking time. Then he dashes to the living room to light the candles and start up the CD player.
By the time the water in the bathroom shuts off, he is ready. The bread is sliced, the bottle of wine open and the single rose he didn’t relieve of its petals is clutched nervously in one hand. The door creaks open and he sucks in his bottom lip, hesitant but determined.
“Grow Old With You?” Rocky teases as he ambles into the room, a towel slung low on his hips. “You must really be in love.”
He’s drying his hair with a hand towel and Adam waits for him to look up. When he does, Adam wordlessly holds out the rose. Rocky’s eyes soften and a slow smile spreads across his lips.
“For me?”
Adam nods, speech still beyond him, as hope blooms in his chest. Rocky steps towards him, the hand towel dropping to the floor. Adam swallows once and then Rocky’s there, damp skin pressed against him and hot, hungry mouth moving eagerly against his.
Fun Fact: This was written for schmoop_bingo and Grow Old With You is by Adam Sandler.
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Power Rangers
Characters: Adam/Rocky
Word Count: 575
Summary: Adam is a man of action. Big, schmoopie action.
“Adam, why are there candles all over the living room?” Rocky asks as he walks into the kitchen, bewilderment stamped on his features. “And was that a bottle of wine chilling in a plastic beach bucket?” He drops his backpack onto the table and pulls out one of the chairs. He lowers himself half into it before seeming to notice that Adam is standing there in an apron and over mitts. “Wait, are you cooking?”
“Uh,” Adam flushes and fumbles with a steaming bowl of pasta.
Rocky gives him a lopsided grin and crosses his arms over his chest. “Ah, honey, you shouldn’t have.”
“You aren’t supposed to be home,” he blurts out and then instantly wishes he could take it back when Rocky’s expression goes all smooth and calculating.
“My class let out early,” he says with a slight edge to his voice. “But I can leave if you are expecting company.”
Adam yanks the mitts off his hands and shakes his head. “No, no. That’s not,” his voice trails off and he swallows nervously.
“Clearly you went to quite an effort for someone,” Rocky points out. One of his eyebrows quirks up. “Come on, tell me her name.”
Adam decides to ignore the question, turning back to the stove. He rattles around the sauce pan, stirring it far more rigorously then he needs to. Then he glances at the bread in the oven and clatters the dishes in the sink, desperate to avoid turning around. He turns on the water and stares down into the slowly filling sink, his shoulder tense.
Rocky clears his throat. “Well,” the scrape of a chair, “I’m sure whoever she is will be mightily impressed.” Another long pause. “I’ll just shower and then clear out of your way.”
There is a soft whoosh of breath and then the thud of Rocky’s feet treading down the hall. The bathroom door snicks shut and Adam flies into action. “Crap, crap, crap,” he mutters, fumbling with the ties of the apron.
He wrestles himself free of it and the rushes down the hall, changing faster than he thought possible. Adam slicks back his hair, tucks in his shirt and then is rushing out of back into the kitchen to yank the bread out. He dumps the sauce into the first bowl he finds, slaps the salad together and then sets the table in record breaking time. Then he dashes to the living room to light the candles and start up the CD player.
By the time the water in the bathroom shuts off, he is ready. The bread is sliced, the bottle of wine open and the single rose he didn’t relieve of its petals is clutched nervously in one hand. The door creaks open and he sucks in his bottom lip, hesitant but determined.
“Grow Old With You?” Rocky teases as he ambles into the room, a towel slung low on his hips. “You must really be in love.”
He’s drying his hair with a hand towel and Adam waits for him to look up. When he does, Adam wordlessly holds out the rose. Rocky’s eyes soften and a slow smile spreads across his lips.
“For me?”
Adam nods, speech still beyond him, as hope blooms in his chest. Rocky steps towards him, the hand towel dropping to the floor. Adam swallows once and then Rocky’s there, damp skin pressed against him and hot, hungry mouth moving eagerly against his.
Fun Fact: This was written for schmoop_bingo and Grow Old With You is by Adam Sandler.