Been meaning to write a Vlad/Jonno one shot for ages, just never got around to it. And then I wanted to write more Adam!Vlad. So I thought, why not combine the two and have a nice twist of slayer!Adam?
Timelines are out of whack, very non-linear in places.
-YD-
"I'm not eating worms!"
"Come on Jonno! I did it!"
"Don't be such a big girls blouse."
Adam was biting his cheek to keep from laughing as Jonno sat blindfolded, looking terrified of the spaghetti he couldn't see. He wasn't lying, he had been through this exact 'test' before. Jonno's dad was just as gleefully amused, as Adam had finally convinced Jonno to take the "slayers grade three" test. He had already passed this insane test, because he could smell it was spaghetti. Apparently, Jonno couldn't.
He was biting his fist and shaking with suppressed laughter as Jonno picked up a strand of pasta like it would bite back, raising the most minute section between his teeth and biting down. His face cleared seconds later, pulling the blindfold off to look at the meal before him.
"Dad! This is spaghetti!"
Finally free to break down in hysterics, Adam was on the floor laughing so hard it hurt in seconds.
"Your face!"
Jonno looked heartily unimpressed while his dad ate the cold spaghetti bolognese, and Adam was on the floor wiping tears of amusement from his eyes. He still held out a hand to help him up when Adam pouted sadly, grinning when he congratulated him on 'passing the first test'.
"Well done Jonno. On to test two!"
Jonno rolled his eyes at his dad, looking down to see his and Adam's hands still touching and dropping them. The faint hesitancy gave Adam a flicker of hope, hope Jonno liked him too. It could wait - first he had to survive the python test.
It was obvious he didn't buy the warning about the six foot python in the box, cool and calm as he yanked three bulbs of garlic out in record time.
"What you got in there? A big bit of rope?"
The ensuing shriek of terror showed Jonno had spotted the very real python, who hadn't so much as touched Adam when he did this test. Though Adam had worn...
"Well what did you think the gloves were for?"
The teens happily abandoned Mr Van Helsing to try and put Monty back in his tank, crowding around the small TV in the caravan so Adam could soundly thrash Jonno at his new Star Wars game.
"You don't really believe in vampires do you?"
Adam shrugged, finished shooting Jonno's character to a pixellated demise and placing down the controller.
"I don't know. I doubt Mr Count is really a terror of the night, I know from Robin's mum he's about as dangerous as a teddy bear, but I don't think I could totally, one hundred per cent say there's no such thing. We're so young, and it's a big world. There's room for questioning the reality of fairytales."
"... What?"
He gave Jonno a playful shove, then realised the time.
"I better get home. I'll see you tomorrow night for the last slayer test!"
"Oh, great!"
Clambering onto his bike, Adam cycled from the caravan back to his home, put his bike back in the garage and cut through to the kitchen from the garage door. His mum was icing a cake in the shape of a marble statue, and his little sister George was giggling and pointing at the 'leafy bit'.
"Very mature!"
"Adam!"
George threw herself at him like they had been separated years, not like he had only seen her that morning. Returning the bear hug, he snagged a leftover bit of icing, dodging a smack with an icing spatula from his mother.
"Mmm. I love that you decided cakes were as arty as sculptures, this is amazing."
"Yes, well. This is for that Exhibition at Stokely Art Museum, don't ruin it!"
She brandished the fine detail brush at him, and Adam held his hands up in surrender, backing away. There were grey smudges across her face from the colouring for adding an 'aged' look to the marble, just like there would be actual paint if she was making a sculpture. Heart swelling with how much he adored his family, Adam took the invitation to order pizza for their dinner eagerly, he and George disappearing into the next room before their mum could change her mind.
"Pineapple does not belong on pizza!"
"You wouldn't know a fruit if it tap danced in front of you, just because you have every meaty topping there is. At least I don't put olives on it, like mum."
The siblings both cringed, dodging stray toppings being thrown at them by their mother and giggling. George had a bizarre mix of jalapenos, pineapple, sweetcorn and barbecue chicken. Adam had his usual 'cram all the meaty toppings you can on this' buried under extra cheese, and their mother had all vegetable toppings, with copious amounts of olives.
"Have you told Jonno you want to smoochy smooch him yet? Even if it is gross."
"Shut up George."
"That's a no then. Man up! Though, maybe brush your teeth first garlic breath."
"Just because you don't like garlic bread."
George stuck her tongue out in the bathroom mirror, where Adam could see her in the reflection while he washed his hands and face of pizza- and garlic bread-based grease. He picked up his toothbrush and gestured at her with it, scrubbing the admittedly potent garlic taste from his mouth.
He hadn't even hinted about liking Jonno to his little sister, she just knew. Terrifyingly intelligent... In fact George was just terrifying, though it wasn't immediately obvious when one saw her bright grin and wildly curly hair. He did want to tell the other boy, but they were best friends. He didn't want to lose that.
As he clambered into bed, staring at the bat shaped sticker George had superglued on to his window years ago as a reminder, his answer to Jonno came back to him. He was sort of lying - he didn't think Mr Count was a vampire, but he did believe in vampires. How could he not? Vampires had killed his father.
Adam Giles was already a trained slayer, they were just letting Jonno come to the knowledge himself. It was better that way, or he would only pull away more. It didn't matter they were only fourteen, this war had come to him two years ago. If it weren't for wanting to wait until George was old enough to begin training (their mother had just relocated, kept a stake in the cupboard but didn't want to be a fighter), he would be out there now, hunting the vile creatures down one by one.
Only two more years.
There was even a special jar in the hidden weapons compartment of his wardrobe, containing the dust of his very first slay. Some nights he would stare at it for hours, having no idea what it was trying to tell him but certain there were things just out of his reach, lingering in the deepest recesses of his mind.
He got little sleep that night, as he did whenever he dwelled too hard on vampires. The powdered argentalium line across his window was intact (they could use straight garlic powder, but argentalium didn't reek so much thanks to the silver), so he turned and dressed for the day, ignoring the itch to hunt and kill.
Only two more years.
For a second, Adam could have sworn another voice whispered that. That was madness though, so he stopped thinking about it and headed down the stairs. He helped his mother carefully box up the cake, then supported it solidly in his lap all the way to the museum.
"Isn't that heavy?"
"Not really."
It was lucky he handed it to the curator right by a table, because he almost buckled under the weight in surprise and Adam had to move fast to ensure it wasn't destroyed.
"Guess it was heavier than I thought. It's all fine though."
There was a wall of art submissions from Stokely Grammar school in this exhibition - The Staff Of Carpathia being the main attraction, but as it was linked to 'Count Dracula' they had asked for 'night creatures' in the drawings. One was of Adam - he had let Robin Branagh draw him, on the basis he said Adam had great bone structure. Robin had a girlfriend, so Adam didn't think it too weird.
Except the drawing-Adam had fangs drawn in, because Robin could draw vampires exceptionally well. There was even a glimmer of red in his irises on the otherwise black and grey sketch. Staring at the fangs made him shiver inwardly a little.
Only two more years.
"You alright bro?"
George had materialised next to him, laughing at the picture of vampire-Adam.
"I would say it's a little tasteless, but I guess since he doesn't know and he is good at drawing, it makes sense for Robin to draw that. Could be worse."
"How?"
"He could have drawn you as a werewolf. All hairy and mauly, at least vampires generally don't make a mess."
A passing museum staff member eyed the two very oddly, and Adam quickly shushed his little sister.
"Not in public."
"Sorry."
Ruffling her hair affectionately, Adam steered her over to her own drawing - a huge mausoleum type building, with Latin scrawled across the front. It translated roughly as 'death to all biters', but in an old style the museum didn't appear to have noticed.
"Where's yours?"
"I didn't draw one. I can't draw, you inherited the art from mum. I inherited... I don't know, the lesser curls, you got dads wild hair."
"You got mums nose. And the funny earlobes. And dad's blue eyes."
They had had this conversation a couple dozen times, but each time George looked a little less crushed by the loss of their father. Adam would repeat this daily if it meant she didn't cry anymore. They both turned to watch their mother dash around helping to organise the plans and paintings, occasionally turning to send them both a smile.
"You off with Jonno again later?"
"Yeah. Last test for stage three. It should be hilarious, his dads playing the biter."
George burst out laughing, then tried to subtly slip off to the Ancient Egypt exhibit she had seen a hundred times. Quickly garnering their mums attention, Adam indicated the signpost for said exhibit and the girl tugging to free herself from his arm. She smiled, waved them off and then resumed frightening her underlings into doing as they were told.
He leant against the wall, watching as George voraciously absorbed the whole exhibit again, cooing at the sarcophagus and pointing things out excitably to Adam. Even knowing she could see it again, even knowing she had seen it countless times before, he still had to physically lift and remove George from the museum when their mum came to retrieve them.
"Muuuum. Make Adam admit he has a crush on Jonno!"
The first time George crowed that from the back of the car, Adam had been hugely nervous. He had no idea how his mother would take him being gay, the topic had never come up before. As it turned out, she didn't bat an eyelid, answering the same way she did now.
"George, if Adam doesn't want to tell him, you can't force him to."
Digging his black "stealth" outfit out, Adam laced up his boots and pushed his training stake (not so sharp it would accidentally injure anyone human, but just enough to ash a vamp just in case) up his sleeve. Or at least, he thought that was the one he used, feeling it scrape along his forearm and the skin beneath it splitting.
Rolling up his sleeve with a sigh, he saw the fresh cut alongside old, faded scars from the exact same mistake. It was a common slayer injury, which is why every slayer carried a first aid kit. Using a little antiseptic, he felt the cut itch angrily and hissed in pain, then dressed it quickly.
"This is my training stake. What the hell?"
He rubbed it flatter with a chisel just in case, dulling the point some more and guiding it more gently under his sleeve. It made the cut beneath twinge, but at least it didn't tear the bandages. He tugged his beanie hat on over his hair, then waved goodbye to his mum, hugged George and cycled over to the Van Helsing caravan as night began to fall.
"Cutting it fine."
"Had to help mum with the cake earlier, then surgically remove George from the Egypt exhibit."
Jonno laughed, dressed very similarly to Adam in the all black get up. His father was wearing a cape, looking startlingly like Robin as he pushed fake fangs in.
"There's a blood thirsty vampire loose in Stokely. Your mission is to hunt him down, and slay him dead."
"Riiiight. I take no responsibility if you die doing this dad."
Van Helsing leapt from the car, effectively breaking in to Stokely Grammar at night. He had five minutes to hide, and then they were to follow him.
"Why did you agree to this?"
"It's fun!"
Jonno's expression clearly said he questioned that view, but he sighed, picked up the stake next to him and followed Adam out of the car. They crept through the darkened hallways, and it was obvious Jonno wasn't formally trained - he had no concept of silent steps, or using hand signals instead of words.
"This way. See?"
He pointed out a (clearly staged) bloodstain on the wall, pulling out a UV torch to light the way through a windowless corridor that led to the boiler room. He had forgotten how much he loved the hunt, even a fake one, his body instinctively feeling for cues, sounds, his heart pounding with excitement and adrenaline.
Only two more years.
Jonno almost killed a mannequin designed to throw them off, but he saw the shiny plastic reflect in a brief hint of moonlight and pulled him aside, dodging a decoy. There was a swishing sound of fabric nearby, their 'vampire' closing in. Adam dragged Jonno out of the way, hiding behind the large water tank nearby.
He pressed a hand over Jonno's mouth when it looked like he was about to say something, before finally realising this was a very bad idea. Jonno could probably feel Adam's heart race through the thin black jumpers they had on, and Adam could practically see Jonno's pulse thrum at the side of his neck where a strip of light reached. His hand fell limply as it occurred to him he had better move now, or Jonno would want to know what was...
"Adam?"
The soft, breathy utterance of his name made his heart leap up into his throat, blood rushing in his ears. Body heat soaked through his clothes, and he didn't have chance to look up again before Jonno's mouth was on his, gentle but persistent and Adam couldn't have stopped himself reacting if a real vampire was right next to them.
Certain his desperate reaction was anything but appealing, he let one hand clutch at Jonno's short curls, holding him in place and whimpering softly when a warm tongue explored his lower lip. He could happily have stayed in that moment forever, or at least until they had to breathe, but the sudden flood of torchlight made it obvious they were definitely caught.
"About time. Not during exams though eh boys?"
Feeling his pale cheeks heat rapidly as Van Helsing snickered, Adam debated hiding behind Jonno and staking his father anyway. Jonno, the little traitor, was stood perfectly silent and dumbfounded next to him. The torchlight cleared and Van Helsing scampered off, and oh it was war.
"Come on, we've got a vampire to catch."
He thought his heart might stop when Jonno took his hand, then flashed him a smile, moonlight making his teeth appear stark white against his dark skin. Butterflies running rampant in his stomach, Adam straightened up and squeezed the hand in his.
"I'm tempted to leave him here looking like an idiot."
"You want to go camping. Come on, I know where he's liable to hide."
Having mentally catalogued all the dark corners Van Helsing could reach within a couple of minutes, and knowing the classrooms were all alarmed, he led Jonno silently to the staff bathroom.
"You go left, don't make a sound. Just wait."
He got a short nod, lamented having to let go of Jonno's hand, then pushed the door open and headed to the right. Turning a tap on, he kept his head down and heard the footstep just a little too heavy to be Jonno's.
"Gotcha!"
"Not quite!"
Jonno stood behind his dad, stake held aloft and Adam had his in hand within a second.
"Sorry vampire scum, you've been caught."
"So, where are we going camping dad?"
That was it really - they didn't talk about it, they were just together now. They held hands when sat together, and kissed in victory or consolation when they played video games together. George pulled faces at them from the front seat of the car, having traded so he and Jonno could sit together.
"Camping? You hate camping."
"Jonno wants to go. And his dad wants to use it to teach him tracking, which he won't do without me there. One day he might even volunteer for slayer training, until then I have to trick my idiot boyfriend into it."
George handed him the antiseptic lotion, having seen he was cleaning the stake-graze wound on his forearm.
"I swear you do this far too often."
"What can I say? Stakes are out to get me."
"Mmm. You better not secretly be a vampire!"
"Would raise some awkward questions about mum and dad. And you!"
George pretended to think deeply about it, then passed him a clean bandage and skipped off to annoy their mother. When he got back downstairs, there was a new cake waiting - this one in the shape of a stake and a number three - a celebration for Jonno passing his stage 3. Said 'slayer' was on his way over for dinner, for about the hundredth time - but the first time since they started dating.
Adam fussed nervously with his hair, unreasonably anxious about this one time for no reason as the door knocked. Heart thumping, he relaxed at the sight of Jonno smiling at him when George ran past to open the door.
"Mum made you a cake! Adam said you passed your dads test even though you were making out instead of slaying."
Jonno raised an eyebrow at Adam, who buried his blushing face in his hands and glared at George through his fingers. They knew Jonno didn't believe yet, and the surprise at the shape of his cake was clear.
"Your family buy the whole slayer thing?"
Not wanting to lie, Adam sidestepped the truth.
"Mum makes great cake, and George would celebrate mondays if it meant more cake. Come on in."
They sat together to watch the movie George picked, Jonno's dark hand wrapped firmly around Adam's luminously pale one. Dinner was (amusingly) spaghetti bolognese, earning Adam a sort of exasperated glare from his boyfriend (he still felt novel saying that), but he complimented Adam's cooking anyway - Adam made dinner since his mum had made the cake.
The cake was, as promised, awesome. Sally Giles, with her ever so slightly mad humour, had added a little darker colouring to the jam filling, so it resembled blood when George managed to smear it all over her face.
"I have to admit, that is amazing cake. Thanks Mrs Giles."
"Sally, Jonno."
Adam couldn't correct the other boy - he was certain he would never be able to call Mr Van Helsing "Eric" in his life. They stood out in the darkened front garden, a sprig of wolfsbane wound around a hanging basket chain to 'ward off evil', smiling at each other dopily under the moonlight waiting for Jonno to be picked up by his dad.
"Thank you for a... surreal, but amazing evening."
"Thanks for putting up with George whistling every time we looked at each other."
Jonno chuckled, looked around a little bit, then winked and leaned in closer to breathe the words across Adam's mouth, breath warm in the cool air. Or maybe it was just Adam that felt cold - Jonno burned against him.
"She's not here now."
For the second time, Mr Van Helsing interrupted them kissing with a bright light, this time the headlights of his car. He even honked the horn, laughing maliciously at the flushed, embarrassed teens faces.
"I better go. See you at school?"
"Yeah. Wait. Are we... you know, out?"
"I'm not scared if you aren't."
He didn't care what anyone at the school thought, but it would have been pants if Jonno hadn't warned him not to and Adam tried to hold his hand only to get rebuffed. They had managed to be blissfully ignorant the entire past week thanks to half term, but that was over now.
"I'm not ashamed of you. Your dad, maybe. Not you."
That earned him a beaming grin that made his heart do a backflip, then Van Helsing honked again and Jonno sadly had to leave. He waved awkwardly at the older man, then let himself back in his home. George made 'oooooh' noises and taunted him mercilessly as they finished cramming unhealthy amounts of cake into themselves. It was good they were both energetic and active, because otherwise their mothers baking would have them superbly overweight.
"Pyjamas, hot chocolate and movie?"
"Not Indiana Jones again, but yes!"
There was a groan of complaint, but George picked out Madeline and they settled under fluffy blankets with their hot chocolate - Adam's with mint, George's with far too many marshmallows.
"That girl sort of reminds me of Ingrid, the one your boyfriend likes to look at."
He knew exactly who George was referring to - Ingrid Count, Mr Counts daughter. He could sort of see the resemblance, even if the girl in the movie was only about nine or ten. And pretty much every boy in school liked to look at Ingrid Count, it was just a fact of life really. Even some of the teachers looked at her, now that was far more worrying to Adam.
George was out for the count by the time the dog rescued Madeline from the river, so Adam turned off the movie and carried her up to her bed.
"So, camping? Really?"
His mother was clearing up the mugs and crumbs from the living room, and quizzed him as soon as Adam was back downstairs intending to do that himself.
"Not you too. Already had George bugging me.
"Promise you'll stay safe?"
"Only if you do. George isn't old enough and you won't train, I worry about leaving you guys alone at night."
Warm arms enveloped him in a motherly hug, a kiss pressed into the top of his head even though he was barely shorter than his mother now. Impressive when one considered she was quite tall for a woman, generally speaking.
"It's two nights. Go, teach the non believer so when he learns, he's already good. You know George sneaks garlic gas cannisters into her room, and she definitely knows how to use them. We will be fine."
Jonno was always at school before him, because his father taught there, so he had to be there early like other teachers. So he was waiting, hovering by the doors, a few inches away from where Ingrid Count was deciding which Branagh twin had the honour of holding her bag that day. Paying those little mind, Adam strolled over to his boyfriend, checking for consent in his face before he leaned in and kissed him.
"Eurgh! What are you two doing?"
"I realise you two have probably never done it" Adam wasn't sure which Branagh twin had remarked, so he aimed his answer at them both "but we call it kissing."
He managed to spot a glimmer of genuine amusement in Ingrid Count's eyes - she was impressed with his remark. She didn't seem all that concerned by the gay couple in front of her, giving them the exact same distasteful look she gave everyone else.
The twins weren't the last to make remarks, but after eight separate detentions handed out by Mr Van Helsing, and a visit to every form group through the day reminding them "diversity is to be celebrated", there were less idiotic statements the following day. They weren't even the only openly gay couple at Stokely Grammar, it was just a painfully boring school and it was the most exciting thing going on.
Rugby practice was the worst of it, most of the other boys shouting things like "don't be watching us change" and "don't get friendly in the scrum!". It was the coach who shut them up, reminding the more vocal ones that Adam was their top scorer, and could tackle any of them to the ground. They didn't know he was trained to fight, so it wasn't totally fair, but they shut up almost entirely after that and Adam got through practice with only the usual amount of bruises.
"Sorry."
"What the blood and garlic for?"
Van Helsings speech was rubbing off on Adam, which Jonno seemed mildly amused by usually.
"You must have had much worse at rugby than I did football."
"Nah. They tried, but shut up when reminded I can bring any of them down easily."
He pulled the other boy in for a hug, kissing him softly and smiling.
"We knew it would draw attention, but it really, really doesn't bother me. Our parents support it, George thinks its great. That's all I care about."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure. Now come on, I'm hungry."
Jonno finally relented, letting Adam drag him into the caravan where the somewhat joking traditional meal was awaiting them - steaks, with garlic. It was garlic pasta, but still a steak with garlic. Super vampire slayer.
Adam had to wonder just what he was thinking when Mr Van Helsing let Adam and Jonno set up their tent seperate to his, but decided he would rather not find out. As soon as it got dark, they were in the trees, with only torches and hi-visibility bracelets on them. Jonno had to find his dad, Adam was far too pale to join in on a moon-lit night so he was keeping watch and giving Jonno pointers.
"Pick older trees, they tend to have deeper roots so you won't trip up. And if you're climbing, do not hold your torch in your mouth. Accidentally setting it off with your teeth is not stealthy."
He told him what to listen for, heart thrumming with the thrill of the chase even though it was a friendly practice run as they distinguished between animal and humanoid sounds. Raising torches together, Jonno pointed where he thought they should look and both clicked on at once.
"Gotcha!"
A very surprised, and proud slayer father congratulated them, and after a pot of tea cooked by the campfire Adam lit - he had a knack for fire - they retired to their seperate tents. Not even bothering with pretense, they laid one unzipped sleeping bag on the floor, using the second as cover and sliding beneath it together. Even in the cool night air waiting for their bedding to warm, Jonno was so much hotter than him, their usual gentle, hesitant kissing replaced by something more animalistic, Adam's fires stoked by the hunt, the night, the nature all around them.
Jonno responded beautifully, warm hands tentatively working their way under Adam's thick thermal jumper (not sexy at all but his mother insisted), but letting Adam mostly lead as they kissed roughly, eventually breaking and tugging desperately to guide Adam's hand down where he wanted it. It was sloppy and nerve-wracking and neither knew what they were doing, but it was also messy and frantic and amazing, both having to bite corners of pillows or sleeping bags to quiet the sounds lest they draw attention from the dad in the next tent.
"That was... unexpected. I never had you pegged for wild in bed."
Adam grinned lazily, tossing the paper towels they used to clean up with on the fire Van Helsing forgot to douse, waiting for the 'evidence' to burn away before he emptied the water pot over it and crawled back into the tent.
"I like the hunt. I like being out at night, amongst nature. Gets me kind of... pumped up I guess. I just don't like sleeping bags much, they feel a bit like fuzzy coffins."
Jonno chuckled, leaned in to kiss Adam and the two managed to wriggle comfortably together into a suitable sleeping position.
"Still got one more night out here."
Adam grinned against the back of Jonno's neck, licking teasingly at the skin there and his boyfriend squirmed at the feeling, breath hitching as Adam whispered in reply.
"I know."
The day time was mostly spent fishing, with Jonno complaining his dad had brought a stake and box of garlic bulbs out with them. Adam didn't mention he had his stake in his bag too. He sucked at fishing, literally nothing wanted to come near his line and he felt a bit offended, particularly when Jonno got more than enough for lunch and dinner with ease.
Still, he was much better than Jonno at gutting and making the fish ready to cook and eat, nor did he grimace at having to wash his hands in the icy river.
"How do you not feel cold doing that?"
"I run cold, I always have. See?"
Jonno squealed in shock when Adam wrapped his freshly river-cold hand around his wrist, feeling the pulse skitter beneath his fingers. Checking for nearby parental figures, he spotted Van Helsing napping, flat out on the pier with his hat over his face for sun cover. Feeling a little bold, Adam pulled Jonno in closer.
"Maybe I'll show you tonight."
His boyfriends breath became a little ragged, eyes lit up with promises that had to wait until nightfall.
"Come on, we can surprise your dad by showing him you learnt to climb trees."
He distinctly heard sounds of complaint as they pulled on sturdy protective clothes, then searched for a couple of suitable trees. Once he got over the nerves, and paid attention to where he was putting his feet, Jonno scaled the trees no problem, reaching where Adam perched on a fairly sturdy branch to wait, cheeks flushed and leaves in his hair.
"I did it!"
"You did it!"
It took twice as long to get down, because every time Jonno looked down he realised they were quite high up and panicked. Adam kissed him in congratulations when they were both on solid ground, pinning him to the tree bark and feeling hands scrabble at his shoulders for purchase.
Adam hid a smirk behind his plastic flask lid/tea cup when Jonno volunteered for more tracking practice that night, watching surprise light its way across the adults face.
"What's going on?"
"Nothing dad, just want to make the most of being out here before we go back tomorrow. Can't find stuff like this in the city."
They weren't that far away from the 'city' - they lived in a bloody village - but going by the heated looks Adam got as they got ready for tracking practice, Jonno had very specific ideas about what they would gain from the open nature area they had set up camp in.
Jonno was better that night at the tree-based hunting, possibly motivated by Adam openly getting into the whole thing until they were finally, finally crawling into their tent. The sleeping bags were as they left them, ready for them to slide in together. Adam shrugged out of his thermal jumper, tugged his t-shirt off and pressed in close to Jonno, letting his skin cool to it's natural, non-insulated temperature and noting Jonno's surprise.
"Damn, you do run cold."
"Does it bother you?"
His boyfriend shook his head, smirking lightly at him before wriggling out of his own top layers. He did hiss slightly at the first meeting of their bare chests, but he got over it fast and Adam felt like he was ablaze, surrounded by the heat of the other boy as they kissed and groped and fooled around for what could have been hours.
"We have to go camping more often. Or exploring, whatever it is that gets you like this."
"Honestly! One track mind you have."
Jonno almost looked apologetic, then he was gasping lightly as Adam's hand slipped beneath his waistband again, arching into the touch and Adam smirked against the peak of his collarbone. Jonno was just too easy sometimes.
He too, was almost sad to be leaving. It had been good, the night and nature and hunting fun, and the teenage fumbles in their tent, but now Adam was itching to get back to his mum and George, desperate to check they were ok. So he wasn't too sad to go - he would still be able to see and kiss and touch Jonno back in Stokely.
Which he did, leaning to kiss the other boy goodbye with a grin before he jumped out of the car, letting himself in to the house and lightening inside when he saw half-asleep George lazing on the sofa, and a cake-in-progress in the kitchen. They were both fine.
"How was it? Slay any vampires? Did Jonno get lost?"
"No, he was pretty good. Even climbed a couple of trees! Still thinks his dads mad for saying vampires exist. He'll get there eventually."
"You're a slayer. Dating a slayers son. Who doesn't believe in vampires. How weird."
"Could be weirder. I could be a vampire dating a slayer, or a slayers son who doesn't believe in vampires. How weird would that be?"
George cringed, as she always did at the idea of vampires. After unburdening himself of his gear, dirty clothes in the machine before anyone could spot the suspicious looking messes they had made of each other, Adam ducked around his mother who was lifting a huge slab of cake from the oven, grabbed snacks and joined George, who was seemingly trying to be one with the sofa.
"So, what's the next adventure you reckon?"
George tapped her fingers on her chin, contemplating the near future in between mouthfuls of jammy dodger biscuit.
"Ingrid's birthday party I guess? Into the vampire nest, according to Van Helsing."
"Well, he's not invited. And yeah, Ingrid's a goth. So is Robin, and we finally convinced him Robin does not feast on the living. Somehow I think after going to school with her for a year, I might have noticed she wasn't human. I'm a trained slayer remember."
"I want to be!"
"Only two more years George. Focus on book stuff for now, so you can ace the early tests and make sure nobody doubts my awesome baby sister."
The only thing Adam had ever really noticed about Ingrid, being of the opposite persuasion he didn't pay that much attention to her, was that her perfume was really distinctive, softer and sweeter than the heavy, chemical-smelling and overpowering terrible stuff most girls in Stokely wore. He didn't think that qualified her as a member of the living dead club, all the same.
-YD-
This is not a one shot, there is more... Just not sure about posting it. Is this terrible?