Rebirth – Chapter 28: Some Kind of Eden
-Notes-
Redrose2310: UPDATE! Finally, right! Sorry!
Katie: I love you too!
Merry-2004: Oh, thank you! You really don't think it's losing it's interest? Dun worry, it's getting closer to uh…something or other—I'll get back to you on that one.
Raz Gaiale: Saw 2! I hadn't heard. I'm sure Adam and Lawrence would be at least mentioned in a sequel. Guess that makes my fic a bit AU, huh? That's alright. As long as I entertained y'all for a while. :) Thanks!
You: XD You're dirty. I love it. Well, one would assume that Allison finds out about them eventually. …Or does she? Heheheh.
AngelGardian666: OH GOD, I've given you crabs! I didn't mean to, I swear, uh, I have to go!
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"I—Gmrf!" Lawrence almost made a coherent statement before a pair of arms roughly grabbed at him, practically knocking him into the wall next to the door as Adam kissed him lustingly. The show of predatory sexuality made Lawrence forget completely whatever the hell he'd been meaning to say, trying to keep steady. Adam pulled back and chuckled silently, finding his way to Lawrence's neck and biting down slightly.
"W-wha—t's all this?" Lawrence breathed, his eyes falling shut for a moment as his hands went to Adam's hips.
"Like you don't know." Adam threw a mock fist into Lawrence's chest with a light pat, continuing to nibble near his throat.
"Ohhh, so…the uh…publishing company talked to you…? Th-that's what you mean?" he sighed, hoping he hadn't been overstepping his boundaries by referring him. He knew that Adam had protested it when he had brought it up before. But what else was he supposed to do, really? Whatever the case, it seemed like he'd sure done something right.
"Yeah, that and I've pretty much had this damn hard-on since you left." He grumbled deeply, taking Lawrence's hand coyly and placing it up against his crotch.
"Ah…huh…" Lawrence stammered as he felt the hard truth behind Adam's statement. "Wow..."
"You took forever to fuckin' get here." Adam slurred in a mixture of desire and mirth as he pushed up against the hand unintentionally and clenched his teeth.
"Traffic." Lawrence said simply, trusting his foot for a moment as he took Adam's face in his other hand and forced him back into a kiss.
Adam groaned throatily and tried to come back with an aggressive edge, but Lawrence was much better at plying a person into willful submission. Where Adam was dominating, Lawrence was gentle, and somehow that always did the trick. And he was so good with his hands…
"Take this to the bed?" Lawrence suggested between kisses, rubbing lightly with the hand between his partner's legs.
Adam gasped and nodded sharply.
Somehow, Adam was on his bed again, looking back up at his ceiling and feeling the near pain of his erection that was trapped behind rough jeans. The pressure quickly became worse as Lawrence came down on top of him, tongue roaming tongue as they continued their session. Neither of them knew what this was leading up to, as both had yet to even fully understand the complications of sex between them, but there was no hesitation in their actions all the same. Lawrence naturally sought to gratify Adam immediately, smoothing the shirt up off of his body to reveal his panting chest and skin that was waiting to be touched. He took in the sight of Adam's body for a moment, realizing then that, despite their previous encounters, he'd never really seen Adam as clotheless as he'd like to. He instantly was back down on him, hands exploring exposed skin as he caught his lips again with renewed wanting.
Adam writhed under the warm contact, pawing at Lawrence's chest in a haphazard attempt to remove his shirt as well. He managed to undo it enough to rake his fingers down into his pectoral region, driving out a shuddering moan that rippled through Adam's fingertips. Lawrence pulled off from the kiss and went to ravage Adam's neck, working his way down to his chest heatedly and making him strain for breath. He quickly made his way downward still to his stomach, hands working feverishly at the front of Adam's pants.
"Lawrence…" Adam heaved as his pants were undone. "N-no, don't…don't do that…"
Lawrence looked up through a haze of desire crossed by a mix of concern. Adam lay out before him in a more than arousing pose—no shirt, pants opened to suggestively reveal just a little of the hair that delved underneath his shorts from the line on his stomach, cheeks still red from the attention. He was poised up slightly on his elbows, looking down at Lawrence with uncertainty. "What is it?" Lawrence asked, placing a hand near his opened fly.
Adam shut his eyes for a second at the touch. "I mean I…I want you to be…" he struggled for a way to say what he was saying, battling his own feral lust for coherency.
"Just relax…" Lawrence pulled a little more on his pants, grazing his toungue just above the beginning of his still-constricted manhood.
"Lawrence!" Adam hissed as a stab of ecstasy ripped through his veins. "No, I…what I-I mean is that this…was supposed to be, you know, about you, man." He ground out huskily.
"…I've…never done this before either…" Lawrence swallowed deeply as he timidly licked at Adam's lower abdomen again. "I just wanted to try. You know, um…this."
"…No, you don't have to do that, I…" Adam shook his head, but a voice in the back of his mind was raging at him. You like taking pretty pictures, I said fine, whatever. You decided you liked cock better than pussy, sure, great. But now you're denying a blow job? What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you officially a woman now? He grimaced. Besides…what else are you supposed to do at the moment?
"Trust me?" Lawrence piped in, pushing three fingers into the rim of Adam's underwear.
"Yeah." Adam nodded. "Sure…but…"
"Look, I don't care, you can deal with me any way you want after, I just want to…Well you said it yourself, you need it…And…I like the way you taste." He added seductively and put a hand on Adam's stomach, successfully spurring him to lie back.
"Ohh…" Adam shivered in relief as Lawrence mercifully freed his pulsing arousal from his burdening pants, leaving him completely naked.
Lawrence began with a firm lick to the base of his erection, testing out to see what was best. He wanted to make Adam cum screaming for once…but he didn't want to rush into it. And he realized that he was rather lacking in experience when it came to this. Still, one simple lick sent Adam into another world. He groaned harder than Lawrence thought him capable of, the end of it coming out choked in a way that told perhaps he really had been in this state for as long as he'd said. He soon found that it didn't really matter how well he did, just that he did it, and fast. Every little touch from finger or from tongue produced incredible results, and soon Lawrence found the confidence to be more forceful.
"Lawrence…oh…shit…" Adam wheezed, trying to control his shudders. Release seemed so near, and yet somehow impossible to attain. He was beginning to feel close, and then the pressure would ease up, leaving him still in a state of discomfort and longing.
Lawrence took as much of Adam's length in as he dared, rubbing the end of his tongue knowingly underneath the head of it. The taste was the natural salt of skin and something different that was hard to place exactly, but he kept clean and so nothing really bothered him. It didn't seem nearly as awkward as he thought it would be, anyway. And Adam was making some sounds that he was permenantly filing away into his memory bank, determined to find out exactly what he had to do to hear them again. It ended in roughly five minutes, Lawrence lifting up as Adam ejaculated and finishing him up with a coaxing hand. He wasn't all that sure of himself, and didn't want to put a hold on anything if he choked. Maybe Adam had been a little braver in that aspect, but he was sure he would learn in time.
He watched Adam as he experienced the aftershocks of his orgasm, pondering for a moment about what had just gone on. Sure, the things they did together were great, but…wouldn't there have to come a time when they needed something more? …Sex. To be honest, the idea scared the hell out of him. Mostly because he just didn't know how. He'd never 'not known how' when it came to the human body, so he mulled over this discovery with great indignance. "Better?" Lawrence prodded, looking up and down Adam's body with an untamed arousal.
"Almost…" Adam replied in a pleased grumble, reaching out to unzip Lawrence's pants…
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"I used to be afraid of flying. For a long time." Lawrence proclaimed, aimlessly tossing out a hand. "Can you imagine? Me. Great hotshot surgeon. Can't even get on a plane."
"We've all got our hangups, I guess." Adam said with a sort of nervous grin, prying a bottle of beer out of Lawrence's hand.
"Mm. Yeah. Hangups. Right." Lawrence nodded, then laughed. It was clear that he was beyond drunk at this point, and Adam couldn't figure why for the life of him. He knew that Lawrence wasn't exactly the drinking type, but for some reason, he'd really outdone himself tonight. They were just beginning to relax after their previous goings-on, but Lawrence had seemed somehow nervous or aggitated about something, and that's when he started drinking. After a while, Adam could only watch in amusement as Lawrence took bottle after bottle until the subject was lost entirely. Now, however, he was concerned that he had ingested an unhealthy amount of alcohol.
"I bet I could fly a plane." Lawrence snorted distantly. "I mean, do you know how easy it really is? Any idiot could. Hell, any idiot doesn't need to. The pilot's for show. Just in case something goes wrong…otherwise…damn plane just flies itself."
"You know what, we'll go downtown tomorrow and get you a liscence, okay?" Adam cracked, pushing a few empty bottles to the side. "No more drinks tonight."
"You think I'm drunk." He jabbed a finger into Adam's shoulder as he approached where Lawrence sat on the couch.
"Great diagnosis, Doc." Adam leaned down over him, staring down into his eyes to try and judge just how coherent he was.
"Well I'm not. I've been drunker." Lawrence stated primly. "A lot drunker."
"Mm hm." Adam rolled his eyes briefly and sort of stradled Lawrence's legs, hugging him. "Right, and you talk about airplanes all the time."
"I was just making conversation." Lawrence decided, blinking heavily. "Besides, you know that pilots are overpaid…"
"So are doctors." Adam retorted.
"Well…at least I don't have to wear the little wings when I work…"
"…Shh, shut up man." Adam half-chuckled, craning Lawrence's head back and running his fingers through his hair in sympathy for the massive hangover he was undoubtedly going to have. "Mellow out, you got a lot in you."
"Are you coming on to me?" came the sarcastic response.
"Oh yeah, man, you're so hot when you're hammered and spouting bullshit."
"Great. Pass me another beer and I can get a whole lot hotter."
"No no no, you're gonna be face down in the toilet tomorrow as it is." Adam reminded, gauging Lawrence's tone and movement to guess when he would pass out. "And fuck if I'm cleaning that up."
Lawrence's arms raised up to embrace him tightly, a sudden shift in emotion brought up from inhebriation. "M'sorry…"
"It's okay, I was just…Hm." Adam shook his head, deciding it not the best time to try and explain anything. Lawrence was only really comprehending things in two word format at the moment.
"No, I shouldn't've drank so much, I'm sorry." He was suddenly repenting, and Adam couldn't help but laugh a little at his awful mood swings. He must have almost never drank to react so poorly to it.
"Go to sleep, it's alright. Just crash here, okay? You're gonna have a bitch of a headache."
"I-I just mess things up sometimes…that's all…I'm sorry, it's just that I mess things…up…" Lawrence muttered.
"Hey, would you cool it?" Adam patted his cheek gruffly. "Don't tell me you're a sobbing drunk. Come on, you'll sleep it off and feel a lot better."
"…Yeah." Lawrence nodded, eyes closing for a moment. There was a stretch of hazy silence for a while as Adam watched him, absently wandering off into thought. "Adam?" his voice spoke up suddenly.
"Yeah man?" Adam sighed softly.
Lawrence's eyes opened slightly and he studied Adam's face for a minute in contemplation. "…I should get home."
Adam bit down on his tongue, trying to guess what he should do with that. He couldn't let Lawrence go home, not like this. He couldn't even stand up, let alone drive. But he really should go home, his wife and kid were…For not the first time, he felt a cold surge of guilt in his stomach. "I…can't let you do that. Look, I know you might not get this right now, but your blitzed, okay? I can't let you go anywhere."
"Mmm…No, it'll be okay…can't…I can't stay here tonight." Lawrence furrowed his brow.
"I know, buddy, I know…" Adam sighed nervously. "But…you have to. Trust me. Come on, haven't I trusted you, Doc?"
Lawrence looked up at him, his understanding of the situation ambiguous. "You're such a handsome guy." He decided on.
"That…" Adam's shoulders dropped. "N-no, Lawrence, I'm trying to…ah, fuck it."
"Fuck what?"
"It, okay?" Adam pushed off of him a litte so that he was more or less sitting next to him. "Just lie back or something before you make yourself puke."
"…Look, I know I'm drunk. But I've gotta get home. Allison'll bite my head off…" Lawrence sat up a little and put a hand to his surely spinning head. "Sorry 'bout all this…"
Adam sighed deeply, looking away as they sat in a moment of dreary silence. "Yeah. Whatever." He uttered eventually. He honestly hadn't meant for that much bitterness to come out in his tone, but even so, Lawrence didn't quite register it. There was another pause between them, and Adam started once more to think the things he tried at all times to ignore. But they couldn't be ignored. Adam couldn't get over the slight inner revulsion at the fact that the same hand Lawrence used to touch him intimately was the hand that sported his wedding ring. They avoided the subject so well. "Lawrence…" Adam took in a breath.
Lawrence caught the tone, even through his drunkeness, and looked over. "Something wrong?"
"…It's just…" …he quickly felt a rush of heat in his face and his heart thumped wildly. Naturally, he just couldn't bring up the words… he settled for reaching out and touching Lawrence's upper arm slightly, deciding to change subjects. Chickening out. Of course. How could he have expected anything better from himself? "Please…listen…You scare me, okay? You wanna hear it? I don't want you to drive when you're fucking plastered—you should know better."
Lawrence nodded, then shook his head. "Yeah, but I…I won't…I mean I know not to uh…"
"Please." Adam swallowed and studied Lawrence hopefully.
Lawrence slowly fell back against the couch, heaving a silent sigh. "If you're worried. 'Kay. I'll…find another…excuse."
Something of a victory cheer broke out in Adam's head, but who he won against was beyond him. It seemed like a sick sort of triumph. "Good." He nodded numbly.
Lawrence lazily leaned up against him, reaching his arms over Adam's body and resting his head onto his shoulder in a clumsy plea for affection. Adam lifted his arm and welcomed the gesture, looking down at him.
"Don't die on me." Adam muttered good-naturedly.
"Die? No. You're Adam…the life of man begins with you…or something."
Adam laughed aloud. "God you're drunk!" he ruffled at Lawrence's hair for a second.
"Yeah…" came the muddled reply as he lay against him.
"Great. So I'm Adam—and you're Eve?" Adam prodded.
"N…I'm…Steve." Lawrence said, provoking another chorus of cackles from the man next to him.
"Okay. Adam and Steve. Whatever, man." Adam sighed, leaning his head back over the couch tiredly. Lawrence went off for a moment into incoherent mutters of nonsense that Adam paid little mind to before predictably, he had slowly passed out. He absently stroked over the top of Lawrence's head for a while as he thought dismally to himself, watching the clock ahead of him. Tomorrow we can pretend he's not married. We can pretend that he doesn't have a home to go back to, that he doesn't have a life more important than this. More important than me. Tomorrow we can be dillusional. …But… what am I supposed to do when that ends?
