Disclaimer: Don't own The Mighty Ducks, except for in my happy slashy dreams of Charlie and Adam and Disney can't take that from me. So ha!
Author's Note: This is slash. So if the idea of two incredibly hot boys romantically involved bothers you then you shouldn't read it. This is sort of a sequel to my other story Eternity. You don't have to read it to understand this but you might want to anyway. As always I really appreciate constructive criticism and comments. Thanks so much to everyone who reviews!
Things Fall Apart.
By Bottles
Adam's POV—
The sudden feeling of a rough hand smacking into my face quickly woke me up from my dreaming. I looked over to my left to see Charlie's arm flailing wildly, trying to silence the blaring alarm clock. Reaching over I shut off the alarm and climbed out of bed. As my feet touched the cold dorm floor, the body heat Charlie had provided me seeped out, leaving me wanting nothing more than to climb back into our cocoon of warmth.
I walked over to the window, noticing Charlie must have shut it sometime last night, and opened it, hoping the May morning would be warmer than the chilly nights. My wishes were answered when a soft, clean breeze of warm air filled the room. Looking over at Charlie I could see that sounds of the alarm ringing had not fazed him as he was now cuddled against the wall, lost in slumber.
I decided to be kind that morning and quietly gathered some clean clothes and a towel. I'd wake him up after my shower. Twenty minutes later I felt refreshed and now anticipated the daily task of waking Charlie. I could see that he had not moved from his spot against the wall. Climbing back into bed I hovered over his face before gently cupping his cheek and softly kissing his lips. Our kisses had come much further than the awkward one I surprised him with in the park but they still managed to make my heart speed up and adrenaline pump.
Strong arms tugged me down as I began to pull away. Protesting he cried out, "Banksie."
"No Banksie for you," I grinned sitting beside his still groggy form, "not till you do something about that morning breath. All joking aside though, you need to get up because we have class in 45 minutes. And you need to do something about that dirty body of yours, not to mention shave. You trying to kill me with that stubble?"
Begrudgingly he sat up and walked into the bathroom and turned on the water. Upon seeing his lack of preparation I looked in his closet to grab him some clothes. Staring at the wide variety of flannel shirts and jeans I decided to humor myself. I shut his closet door and opened mine; picking out some pressed khaki pants, a light gray polo, and a pair of boxers. I walked into the bathroom as Charlie simultaneously shouted out, "Adam! Can you bring me some clothes?"
I used a dishrag to wipe off the counter top and placed them on there before stepping out of the bathroom. "Charlie," I called out upon seeing we needed to be leaving for class soon, "Is everything okay?"
"Just one minute, I still need to get dressed."
I packed my books for class while wondering what had taken so long. A loud stomping seized my attention as I looked up before laughing. There stood my dear Charlie Conway dressed in my clothes.
"What are you trying to do to me Cake-Eater," he asked jokingly.
I had to admit, I have never seen a polo shirt look so good. Trying not to drool at my boyfriend I joked, "Just spreading the sweet, sweet cake-eater love."
Charlie pulled off the polo, showing off his toned, muscular chest. He grabbed a plain tee and put a blue button up shirt on over it. He threw the discarded polo in my direction stating, "It looks better on you anyway. Although, I can't object to sweet, sweet cake-eater love."
I walked up to the door and started to turn the knob. "Wait," he called out. Then next thing I felt were his arms pulling me close to him while his lips met mine in a fiery kiss. The scent of his aftershave surrounded me and my heart swelled with the knowledge that he shaved at my request. Lovingly I squeezed his hand but dropped it as we opened the door. I know that we agreed not to tell anyone but sometimes I just want to shout it to the world. I love Charlie Conway. I certainly do.
Author's Note II: I was thinking of letting this stand alone but then I developed a deeper plot than morning fluffiness. Everything seems great for our two love birds but things will be taking some strange turns in future chapters. Do you think I should continue? Please review!!
