Disclaimers: I don't own Saw or any of the characters.
Other: Alright, so this is a rather ridiculous chapter. Adam is new to this whole relationship thing, and he's terrified of messing up and losing Lawrence. So when Diana, Lawrence's one and only beloved daughter, gets hurt, Adam completely panics, because he hadn't been watching the child like he should have been. Mostly because he's very sore from the sex, hahah. Anyway, enjoy this silly chapter. Thanks for reading this far! I hope you guys are enjoying it. :)
Adam woke up four hours later, his eyes opening slowly, squinting against the sunlight that poured from Lawrence's window. His body ached like hell, and his ass was painfully sore to the point where he didn't dare move. Memories from the previous night flooded into his mind, and he turned his head, half-expecting to see Lawrence lying naked beside him. But, of course, Lawrence was gone, probably at work.
He'd never had sex with a man before. And though he was very, very far from being a virgin, he had received the most mind blowing sex last night. It was purely amazing, and his cock twitched in agreement at the memory.
"Adam, Adam, Adam!"
A voice much, much too shrill for this early in the morning – well, actually it was early to mid afternoon, but he felt like he'd been hit by a car, so it didn't matter what time it was – echoed in the hallway outside the bedroom. The door flung open, and Diana leaped onto the bed.
"What?" he mumbled, his throat feeling scratchy. He'd screamed during his orgasm, and he was being cautious with the volume of his voice; he didn't want to lose it.
"Will you take me to Central Park? Please? Pretty please with rainbow sprinkles on top?" she begged, bouncing up and down. The bed shook slightly with her bounces, making him feel almost sea-sick in a way.
"Stop bouncing. I'm very sore, Diana, I doubt I can walk," he said, struggling to keep his patience. He loved her like a sister, but she was simply an annoying bubble of energy this afternoon.
"Oh, come on, Adam! You can just sit on a bench. Please, Adam? I really want to go," Diana pleaded, obeying his order to stop bouncing. Adam sighed, closing his eyes. As usual, he couldn't say no to the adorable little girl, daughter of his lover.
"Fine; just let me shower and stuff," he grumbled. Diana cheered and jumped off the bed, running out of the room and slamming the door behind her. Adam lay motionless on the bed, afraid to sit up. But it was for good cause, he supposed, forcing himself to get out of bed. His muscles shrieked in pain and discomfort, and he staggered, grabbing the bedpost to keep from crumpling to the floor.
Oh, shit, today was not going to go very well.
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Two hours later, Adam slowly eased himself down onto a wooden bench at Central park. It was painfully bright outside, and, unfortunately, there was not a speck of cloud in the sky. The sore young man squinted his eyes, stifling a yawn with one hand covering his mouth, and watched Diana run around chasing butterflies.
It was unpleasantly hot outside, and after twenty minutes of roasting in the sun, his plain white T-shirt was clinging to his sweaty body. He swiped at his face with one arm, becoming impatient and grumpy. Why the fuck was he sitting in the goddamn heat while Lawrence got to sit in air conditioning? Adam should've been lying in bed, still, or relaxing in a bath tub. But, no, he had unfortunately rolled out of bed and showered. He had brushed his teeth lethargically before practically crawling to the closet and throwing on the simple undershirt and the same sweatpants that had turned Lawrence on.
After he was looking decent enough to mingle with society, he'd stumbled his way to the car with Diana. At first, he could only take slow baby steps. But now he was capable of walking somewhat awkwardly. Running was out of the question unless he'd like a nice stab of hot discomfort up his ass.
The sex was perfect. The consequences? Not so perfect. It was like drinking alcohol; wonderfully delicious, but you have to deal with a hangover the next day.
A sudden scream startled him from his self-pitying thoughts, and he looked up. Diana lay in a crumpled heap at the base of a tree, which she had fallen out of. For a moment, he sat frozen in terror, staring at her. She wasn't moving, just screaming and clutching at her leg. He finally snapped out of his daze of horror and jumped up. Without thinking of where he was, he clutched at his ass with a wince of pain before hobbling as quickly as possible to her side.
Then there was the issue of having to kneel beside her. Panicked, he realized he was too sore to crouch down or bend over. He stood there, his mind whirling with emotion and thought. Eventually, he threw himself down onto his hands and knees, cursing loudly.
"Diana! Diana! Holy shit, are you okay?" he said, using one hand to roll her over onto her back. The sight of her ankle made him want to burst into hysterics…Which was exactly what he did. Her ankle was swelling badly, and she had gone completely pale, tears pouring down her face from huge, wide eyes.
"Oh my fucking God! Holy shit! Oh Jesus fucking Christ. Your leg…your leg is broken! Oh God, what if you broke your neck? Or your back? Oh my fucking God! What do I do? What do I do? Lawrence is going to fucking kill me! I was supposed to be watching you! You're going to die, holy fucking shit," Adam shouted, panicking.
Diana stared at him in horror.
"I'm going to die?" she wailed, sobbing. Adam scooped her up into his arms, tears shining in his own eyes.
"Yes! You're going to die! And it's going to be all my fault. Oh my God, oh shit," he said, struggling to stand. Pain flared in his ass, and that did not help.
"My goddamn ass hurts like fucking hell, you're going to die, and Lawrence is going to kill me," Adam yelled, stumbling around in circles. He looked around wildly, remembering that he had a car and that she needed to go to the hospital. He hobbled sorely to his car, thankful that they were at the entrance of Central Park, and slid her carefully into the backseat. He then got into the car very slowly.
There was a reason behind his silly panicking, in all seriousness. Adam was a traumatized, broken young man. He was also exhausted, cranky, and in pain. Therefore, he could not act very logically. All he knew right now was that a very special little girl was injured. And this little girl was the daughter of someone who meant everything to him. He was supposed to watch and protect this girl, and take care of her while his lover was at work. But Adam had failed. Diana had fallen out of the tree and hurt her ankle. He completely lost it, and began to panic.
What if Lawrence hated him once he found out that Diana was injured due to Adam's lack of attention? What if Lawrence forced Adam out of his life and left him all alone? Not used to being loved and cared about at all, Adam was panicking. He didn't want to lose Lawrence. But this…this was horrible…Diana was hurt! All because Adam was selfishly complaining to himself, because Adam wasn't watching Diana.
They arrived at the hospital Lawrence worked at, and Adam burst inside carrying Diana, who was sobbing. His body was so sore that he basically ran – waddled – like a penguin, almost.
"Someone help me, please! She's hurt, and I think she may die!" Adam screamed, tears filling his eyes. Nurses ran over, as well as Lawrence, who had been handing paperwork to a girl behind the counter in the front entrance.
Adam trailed after the crowd of nurses, crying and wrapping his arms tightly around himself. Once inside the examining room, he stood beside Lawrence.
"I'm sorry, Lawrence, I'm so, so sorry, please, I'm sorry," he sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks. Lawrence shooed away the nurses and examined his daughter's leg. Adam fainted and fell over. Lawrence, surprised, knelt down and tried to wake him.
"Daddy, I'm dying, I'm going to die, and Adam said so! Don't let me die, daddy!" she wailed.
"I saw a movie about horses one time, daddy! The horse fell and broke its leg! Adam didn't break his leg, daddy! Please don't shoot him! Because the people shot the horse in the movie," Diana begged.
Lawrence laughed, a grin spreading across his face. Adam came to, and Lawrence helped him up.
"Honey, I'm not going to shoot Adam, don't worry. And Adam, calm down, it's alright. She only sprained her ankle; it's nothing serious at all. What happened?" he said. Adam looked up at Lawrence, his breath hitching.
"I wasn't watching her, Lawrence. She fell out of a tree. I'm really sorry. Is she going to be okay?" Adam said, sounding terribly guilty. Lawrence brushed the younger man's tears away and kissed his forehead.
"Don't be sorry. I'm not upset or angry with you. Diana is going to be perfectly alright," Lawrence assured. He took care of Diana's ankle by applying Ace wrap and a splint. He filled a Ziploc bag with ice and gave it to Diana, rubbing her back soothingly.
"Here, darling, just hold the ice to your ankle. I don't want you walking around today, alright? I'm going to come home early to help take care of you. You're alright, everything's perfectly fine," Lawrence said softly, planting a kiss on her cheek. Diana nodded, calming down. She held the bag of ice to her ankle, wiping her face with her arm.
Adam was humiliated, of course. He realized now how ridiculous he had acted. He couldn't help it, though. The thought of losing Lawrence was absolutely terrifying. And what if Diana had broken her neck and died from falling out of the tree? Lawrence would've hated Adam. Lawrence turned and hugged Adam.
"Please don't worry about this any further. It's all alright. You did the right thing by bringing her here. Let's go home, okay?" he said. Adam nodded silently. Lawrence picked up Diana and carried her outside, to Adam's car.
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Once again, Adam was lying in Lawrence's large, comfortable bed. He was exhausted and sore. Lawrence walked into the room after tucking Diana into bed and giving her a bowl of ice cream. He looked over at Adam, a soft smile on his face, and joined him on the bed after kicking his shoes off. He tugged Adam into a warm embrace.
"I love you," Lawrence murmured. Adam felt like a large weight had been lifted from his shoulders, and he smiled with relief.
"Really?" Adam asked, as if for clarification. Lawrence held him tighter.
"Adam, I love you. Nothing is going to change that. Even if you had been watching Diana, you wouldn't have been able to prevent her from falling out of the tree. I know you care about Diana. And I understand that your body must be extremely sore, which was why you weren't watching her as attentively as you normally would have. She only sprained her ankle, Adam," Lawrence said.
"I love you, too, Lawrence," Adam said simply, turning around and pressing a kiss to his lips before burying his face against the other man's warm chest. Lawrence smiled, rubbing Adam's back. He teasingly smacked Adam's ass.
"And how do you feel?" Lawrence asked, smirking as Adam winced in pain and glowered up at him.
"I think you broke my ass, you bastard! Why'd you hit me? It feels very sensitive and tender down there, thank you very much," Adam snapped, though he didn't sound angry at all. Lawrence laughed, kissing Adam's jaw.
"But you enjoyed last night, didn't you?" Lawrence asked. Adam couldn't help but grin.
"Of course; it was the best I ever had," Adam admitted happily, sinking back against Lawrence, who embraced him more securely. One of Adam's legs slung over Lawrence's hips.
"Glad to hear it," Lawrence said. But Adam had already drifted off to sleep.
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Lawrence woke up to the smell of thick, foul smoke. The first thought that entered his mind was that his apartment was on fire. Coughing, he leaped out of bed and ran out of the bedroom. Curls of black smoke drifted from the kitchen, so that was where he went.
Adam stood there in front of the stove, frantically sliding a pan of eggs and bacon around the stove. They were on fire.
"Jesus Christ!" Lawrence exclaimed, grabbing the pan from Adam. He shoved it under the faucet of the sink, which he turned on, and watched the water put the fire out. He scraped the mess into the trashcan and washed the pan.
"Adam, what in the world are you doing?" Lawrence asked, drying off the pan, coughing. Adam opened a window to air out the kitchen. He was blushing and looked embarrassed.
"I…I wanted to make you guys some food…But you only had eggs and bacon in the fridge, so that was what I decided to make. Except I don't know how to cook," Adam mumbled, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Lawrence was touched by the fact that Adam had wanted to cook for him. He smiled affectionately at Adam and gave him a loving kiss.
"I appreciate the thought, Adam. I'll teach you how to cook some day. I guess we're out of groceries. How does Chinese take-out sound?" Lawrence said. Adam grinned.
"Sounds fu – delicious," Adam replied. He really was trying to cut back on cussing, but it was a habit that was hard to drop. Lawrence suddenly brightened. He opened a cabinet and pulled something out.
"That reminds me! I have a little something for you," Lawrence said. He handed Adam a milk chocolate Godiva bar, free of nuts. Adam whooped, taking the chocolate bar.
"Hell yeah! A perfect, delicious chocolate bar without any fucking disgusting nuts in it! Thanks," Adam said happily, giving Lawrence a quick kiss before he hurried over to the couch and ripped the paper off. He took a huge bite and uttered a moan that was nearly pornographic. Lawrence smirked, leaving him to his chocolate, and entered his daughter's room.
Diana was lying in her bed, her injured ankle propped up by two pillows. A stuffed animal panda was held in the crook of her arm, and her head was tilted to one side. She was sleeping soundly, so he left the room, shutting the door behind him.
By the time the Chinese food arrived, Adam had wolfed down the chocolate bar and was full. So Lawrence merely ate a few dumplings and put everything else in the refrigerator for later.
He joined Adam on the couch. The younger man was watching some sort of horror film. He was curled up into a tight ball against the arm of the couch, fidgeting with the string of his gray cotton hoodie. His eyes were wide and focused on the screen. When the killer leaped from behind a wall, stabbing a woman violently, he flinched, startled.
"Why are we watching this?" Lawrence asked, finding the movie rather stupid.
"Hey, nobody invited you over," Adam replied absent-mindedly.
"It's my apartment," Lawrence pointed out. A small smile quirked at Adam's lips.
"It's mine, too…I moved in while you were sleeping. I woke up around four this morning," Adam said. Lawrence raised his brows and got off the couch. He walked into their bedroom and looked into the closet. Sure enough, all of Adam's clothes were inside. He couldn't believe he'd slept through Adam's moving process.
Lawrence went into the spare room, next. It had been turned into Adam's darkroom. Dozens of photos were clipped to twine, which was strung across the room from wall to wall. There was a desk and chair, plenty of basins and plastic bottles of chemicals, and many cartons full of who-knows-what. How the hell had he slept through all of this?
Not wanting to know, he simply sat back down on the couch and put his arm around Adam. Adam immediately snuggled up against him, his eyes never leaving the screen.
"How did I not wake up?" Lawrence finally asked. Adam grinned.
"I was very, very quiet. Diana woke up once, thinking someone was breaking in, but I told her that I was moving in, and she went back to sleep. I guess you're just a heavy sleeper," Adam replied. Lawrence doubted that that was the whole truth; he suspected that Adam may have slipped some Valium into his evening tea. Which would've been a typical Adam move.
"You're really something, Adam," Lawrence said, chuckling. Adam smirked.
"I'm aware. Now shut the hell up, I'm trying to watch a woman get slaughtered by her ex-husband, and I don't need you blabbing through her murder…That's disrespectful to her death, sir," Adam said. Lawrence rolled his eyes. He kissed Adam's jaw…his neck…his lips…Adam finally clambered onto Lawrence's lap, his knees around Lawrence's hips, crushing his lips against Lawrence's.
"I thought you wanted to watch the woman get butchered?" Lawrence teased. He could feel Adam's erection pressing against his abdomen, and he stroked it. Adam's back arched beautifully.
"Fuck you," Adam replied, capturing Lawrence's lips with his own.
"That was rather the point," Lawrence said, grinning wickedly.
Gotta love the ending. xD My favorite part. Hopefully you guys found this chapter as amusing as I did. Thank you for reading this far, and please review. :)