Okay, so I am not a review whore, but to see the amount that I suddenly have? Cool, cool. My hand is still hurty. Ugh. But, I come baring smut. Be forewarned, although I am sure none of you care and many embrace it, this is a mildly graphic chapter. Yaay! And for the first time in ages, I bring you the much missed section,
Notes:
nicoleb- Oh how I love you. Lol, it's people like you that make me want to keep writing. Anyway, I'm glad you're likeing the development. I aim to please the more wonderful readers like yourself :-)
Iammadlyinlovewith...- As far as I am concerned I trust no one to operate me other than those who indulge in cereal box literature. It's really the best. Seriously. 3 you too, by the by :-D You guys touch me with your loyalness and sticking through this hellishly long fanfic.
Sammy07- Waaah! That was a lot of reviewing! I am glad you are liking it all so far, it's cool to see that people are still Chainshipping fanatics. And of course, more CSing in the future from me can be counted on. And other random slashing...it's fun to jump around other fandoms too. I'm also glad you like David! There's a fun note about him coming up...you may be interested.
GodGudKami- Same to you! Mass reviewing! It's cool, I like to see the feedback from each chapter. It's so great that you're into it. We always need more chainshippers!.
Note to All!
Just some stupid random things:
1) David, who is intended to bring up the namesake of Leigh's character in the short, has a place in every fiction I write. I may be new to fanfic, but I write a ton of fiction (actually this all started as a break from my attempt at the Great American Novel) and in every single story there is a character named David. He is always different, but in my mind he is the same peson just acting differently. I'm odd. I didn't intend to bring him into my fanfic, but it was irresistable when I needed an OC and the name had another great connection.
2) This isn't Adam/OC. Just to let ya know. It may have been unclear. Oh, God, how I wanted it to be. But I maintain my self control :-)
3) I am not a review whore, but seriously, I love your feedback, I love knowing what I did right and wrong. It's all for you guys. I love you all 3
David was pacing so quickly that Adam swore it would wear a hole in his carpeting. That is, David's highly expensive frieze carpeting, which he knew the details about only after nearly throwing up on it one night. David had apologized for rushing him from the room, and then explained about the carpeting. Well, fuck. Who knew?
Adam wished David would start fucking talking so he didn't have to think about such stupid things. He had been sitting on the couch watching him pace and try to say something before deciding otherwise for about three minutes, which was an extremely awkward amount of time.
"Did you call this meeting for a reason, councilor?" Adam tried a smile, but when he realized David hadn't heard him he got a little aggravated. "Hey, you listening?"
"What?" David looked at him for a second with that deer-in-headlights look and then stopped walking. "Yeah, yeah. Listening."
"Well, why have I been called to your office?" Adam shifted back into the couch, the one he had slept on one of the first nights he had really known David. Not that long ago, actually, but it seemed like years.
"Okay…well, I'm just trying to find a way to say this to you that doesn't sound…" He rubbed his hands over his face in frustration. "I don't want this to sound like something that I don't want it to sound like."
Adam smirked. "I wasn't aware you often said things meaning for them to sound like something you didn't want them to."
Even David smiled a little. "You know what I mean."
"I really don't, actually. So come on, what's up?"
David sat down in the arm chair and sighed. "Okay, I know I haven't come off as really…understanding. Recently. About your…situation. Hell, I don't really even know what your situation is anymore. It's been three days, I guess things have probably changed."
Adam raised his eyebrows in regards to his own situation. "You'd be surprised. Not many changes."
David nodded. "Yeah, well, either way I don't want to seem like some sort of dick who's blowing you off because of what…you told me."
"Because I kissed a dude."
"Uh, yeah, that. I mean, if that's your thing, that's your thing. I'm just kind of…" David paused to try and get the words right. "I'm worried. For you, you know? I mean, I haven't seen you in three days. I don't really know what that means because it's never happened before. Should I bring you food, should I check up on you, should I leave you the fuck alone? I don't know."
"Really, we've been over this, I'm not your dog. You don't have to feed me and walk me and shit."
"Yeah, but you are my friend and I've got reason to worry, you have to admit."
Adam nodded slightly, trying to smile but coming off with more of a smirk. "Yeah, I suppose you do."
"So, I was weirded out. I'm sorry. It was shitty of me. But could you please let me know what's going on…if only in the most basic sense? Like, food wise, alcohol wise? Maybe drug wise if it ever becomes and issue?"
"Come on, man, I'm not like cutting you out and only sending you bulletins on the general state of my apartment. We'll be normal again or whatever. It's just been weird, you know? I've always like girls. This is really fucked up for me."
"Yeah, I guess ten times more than it is for me. Just…sorry I've been kind of a dick."
Adam laughed. "I really don't think that you are capable of being a dick."
"Good to hear. So…you need to…uhh…talk about it?"
Adam shook his head. "It's basically the same as it was. Just weird. Confusing. I'll…if anything really important happens I'll let you know. I don't expect you to be some sleepover buddy and listen to the details, okay? I guess most of my old friends would just kick my ass for this. You're really…I mean, your not a shitty friend. It's kind of cool."
"I try. But, yeah, let me know if anything big happens. I need to adjust my thinking to give any sort of advice, assuming I can even do that, but you know. I'm here for you."
"Appreciate it. Hey, uh, if you happen to hear about any jobs or anything…I'm thinking about looking for one."
"Thinking about it?"
"Yeah, just thinking. That's hard enough for me."
David smiled at him. "You're so fucking lazy. Get out of here."
"Oh, I'll be back." Adam laughed.
"Out!"
Adam walked back to his room, still laughing, relieved that he and David might still be able to return to normal no matter the weird events going on inside of his own apartment, which now included Lawrence sleeping on a mattress on the floor in his spare bedroom.
Adam kicked on the partially open door, where Lawrence lay, sleeping in his jeans. It seemed to be both of their favorite pastime, napping at random times. He dropped himself down onto the mattress, propping his head up on his hands. Lawrence woke up from the disturbance, turning over to try and ignore Adam.
"Wake the fuck up."
Lawrence grumbled.
"Seriously, wake up. Good news."
Lawrence grumbled again.
"Well, fuck you. I'll tell you anyway. David and I are cool again. Which is great for me. Means I'll be able to get the hell away from you every once in awhile." He smiled and punched Lawrence's back.
Lawrence flipped over again and squinted his eyes at Adam. "Well, that's good news. I still don't know the guy. You allegedly have this friend, but I sure as hell don't believe it."
Adam punched him again, this time in the chest, and the two of them began a wrestling match that, of course, ended in the familiar situation of lips on lips, and the frighteningly new sensation of tangled limbs against bare flesh, Lawrence only in his jeans.
Adam was shocked by the way that one missing shirt could increase the feelings of desire, and along with that the feelings of unfamiliarity. Until now it had been kissing. He had kissed plenty of girls before, never one with stubble, but kissing was kissing none the less. Now, his hands running across Lawrence's surprisingly toned chest as he kissed him, it seemed he had entered and entirely new world.
Also new to them was the mattress, and with it came a sense of stability. Kissing on the floor and the couch and at the kitchen table had all been born out of passion. Kissing in a bed seemed formal, planned. Adam was almost scared by it all, almost scared enough to stop, but not quite.
Adam had originally been above Lawrence, the advantage of descending upon the recently sleeping, but Lawrence – as Adam had recognized quite quickly – was not the type to be in any sort of dominated situation. As their kissing had become more passionate Lawrence had reversed the situation and pinned him down.
In their desire, Lawrence lost some inhibition and seemed to forget the situation and the taboo surrounding them as he slowly rocked his hips against Adam's, burying his face into Adam's shoulder, biting him to control the urge to moan. The unexpected pressure from Lawrence's thighs on what was quickly become Adam's most needy part of his body caused him to quickly react without thinking, raising his own hips to meet Lawrence's rocking, and gasped as he felt the contact increase.
Adam didn't know who reached first, but just as he had the compulsion to reach down and feel for Lawrence's zipper, Lawrence's hands reached down to find Adam's. They fumbled for a second, hands and arms intertwined, lips still crashing together in what seemed to be an increasingly desperate attempt to just be closer to one another. Eventually their hands traded sides, taking the easy way out and managing to undo their own jeans. Adam had an easy time kicking his own off, but Lawrence didn't have that luxury.
"Adam," Lawrence tried to get out between their desperate kisses. "Adam, I need…" Adam stopped and looked at him. It was as though everything that had happened just occurred to him. He was in his boxers
and t-shirt, on a mattress with Lawrence, who was about to be in only his underwear. "Adam, I need to…take these off."
Adam bit his lip and nodded. "Yeah, uh let me help."
"Unless…should we…"
Adam shook his head. "I don't know what the fuck we're doing. But…you know. Let's…go with it."
Lawrence nodded silently as he carefully slid his jeans past his bad foot, wincing slightly. When he had them off, the two looked at one another. Adam couldn't help but think how attracted he was to Lawrence. No matter if he was gay or not, looking at him sitting there was having an effect that was for the most part unexpected. He could feel himself, half-hard already and getting harder. He quickly noted in his head that Lawrence wore boxer-briefs, and then leaned in to kiss him again.
This time the kissing was less rushed at first. It was slightly more tentative, as neither men knew where the moment was taking them. But they quickly got back into the swing of things as their kissing gradually became needier, as they could only ignore their needs for so long.
They began rocking against one another for a second time and this time Lawrence himself couldn't help but make small moaning sounds and gasps as they hit all of the places that felt right. The noises he made only got Adam more turned on, and Adam's noises in turn seemed to do the same to Lawrence.
Unlike the jeans incident, it was obvious that Lawrence made the first big move after they had the pants removed. Adam's hair on the back of his neck stood up as Lawrence dared to run his hand across Adam's waist, his thumb just barely under the elastic on the edge of his boxers. Then, after a few more test-runs, his hand slid under the elastic completely, edging them down as they continued to kiss, until eventually Adam's erection was exposed.
Adam didn't really have time to worry about being exposed as such, because it wasn't as though Lawrence was paying any particular attention as far as looking went. He lips were firmly attached to Adam's, refusing to part as his hand found Adam's erection. Adam jerked slightly, but only kissed deeper, completely unsure of what to expect although he knew exactly what was happening. Never had he felt so sexually inexperienced since high school, and in a strange way he liked the excitement it held. Lawrence's hand gripped him and his thumb circled the head lightly, causing Adam to shiver. Lawrence began to move his hand up and down along Adam's shaft, steadily, gaining a little speed when Adam raised his hips to instinctively respond to the touch.
Adam had to take his lips off of Lawrence's and use his neck to drown out all of the gasps and groans that were being drawn out of him as Lawrence's hand worked on his erection. He felt the orgasm coming, more quickly than he could have thought possible, probably due to the sheer excitement of the situation and not just the act. Lawrence continued to pick up a small amount of speed, and Adam pressed his head back into the mattress, waiting for it to overtake him, which it did shortly. He felt a shudder move from his hands and feet, though his chest, concentrating where Lawrence's hand worked. He came in long spurts onto the boxers and shirt he had been wearing, and Lawrence continued until he
had completely finished. He kissed Adam softly, and Adam tried to respond but could only lay there, completely satisfied.
Lawrence smiled at him, knowing that Adam had needed it more than he had, and lay down next to him.
Through his heavy breathing Adam managed some words. "You…next time…I'll…"
Lawrence laughed softly. "Go to sleep, Adam." He turned over and resumed the nap that Adam had interrupted to begin with.
