A/N: Locked in a small space OTP prompt.
Lyrics in bold are "Anywhere but here" by the band Safetysuit
Adam pushes the red door open and ushers him in. "Hurry up Tromboner, we ain't got much time"
"Hey, you're the one that came here late!"
"Then I had to wait for you until you were done chatting up Anwar. I'm surprised that you didn't bring him here" Adam leans against the mop, twirling it around with his fingers. Hooking up in a cleaning closet wasn't the most romantic place, but with his Dad patrolling the school in the morning, they didn't have much choice. He reaches out to bring the shorter boy closer.
"Bollocks, you know I want you!" Eric whines.
"Do I?" Adam raises his eyebrows. He meets his lips as Eric leans up to kiss him.
"You'd rather go to that shitty fashion show than hang out"
"That shitty fashion is showing off my designs" Eric leans away, trying to get away as far as he could. Which in this tiny room was about four steps away. He plays with the roll of dusters on the shelves.
"Your designs?"
"Yeah"
"So that's why they look as cheap as fuck? Adam snorts air through his nose. Shrugging at his smile.
"Adam why are you such a dick man? You're only nice when you're giving out blow-jobs it seems" Eric puts the dusters down and fiddles with a biro pen. One day he did want Adam to meet his parents but right now it seemed impossible.
"Calm your tits. I'm only having a laugh"
"Yeah at my expense. I wanna see you get called names all the time Ad. What you'd be like with a bully up your arse. Day in day out. You wouldn't last a fucking day" Eric tilts his head.
"I've lasted Sixteen years, arse-wipe. I turn Seventeen soon"
"I know...I know you don't have the best relationship with your dad man. But at school, you're protected here. You're daddy's favourite. You're an untouchable, Why the fuck do you think you've been given so many chances? Just because he's a dick, it's never given you the right to push me and hurt me the way that you have"
"You knew from the start Tromboner. I've never been an angel. I've been called a lot of names, but I've never been called nice" Adam grunts patting for a cigarette.
"Do you want to be nice?" The band player asks.
"Dumb fucking question" Adam replies, finally finding his cigarettes he takes one out of the packet and puts it behind his ear.
"Ad, we aren't working out are we? We tried, but the blow job should have been the fucking end, shouldn't it?" Eric asks the question, but he's not expecting an answer. He doesn't expect Adam to fight for this. They both know he's notoriously lazy.
"You do what you want" Adam said, getting out his lighter and avoiding Eric's face.
"I just don't wanna be hassled by you..."
"Tromboner I wouldn't bother. You ain't worth bullying"
"See! This is what I mean? Is that some kind of twisted compliment? It's just funny that your family is loaded. But the only way you can show me affection is making me feel like shit. Detention was one of the biggest mistakes of my life" Eric runs a shaky hand down his own face.
"Tromboner!"
"Fuck off Adam! I'm sick of being the only one that tries in this relationship. Ever since I've been with you I've just been alone, and I'm fucking tired. Give me the slient treatment from now on man. I don't wanna hear your voice anymore" Eric wilts against the mop bucket and kicks it away, opening the door, he's now ready to find Otis.
"Is this the end of the moment
Or just a beautiful unfolding
Of a love that will never be?"