BAD MUSE! BAD!
Apr. 1st, 2010 08:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rockinhamburgerSo, I know I should be working on my bigbang fic and my WIP for the current AI kinkmeme (and I am), but my muse doesn't listen to common sense like, 'uh, you have to write 20,000 words in two weeks; what the FUCK are you doing!?' Instead, my muse would prefer to make me write something completely different that came to me while I was at work today.
Soooo!
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Title: Body Language
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rockinhamburger
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Adam/Kris. Established relationship.
Word Count: 1,200.
Summary: Kris finds an interesting video on Adam's computer. It bothers him on several levels, but on one in particular...
Notes: Not much else to say, really. Hope you like it! Oh, the title is taken from the song of the same name, by Queen :)
Kris finds The Video in a folder on Adam's desktop marked Stuff, which is totally not an appropriate name for a folder full of porn. Kris totally did not expect to find video footage of Adam having sex with another guy in a folder labeled Stuff, so he's maintaining that it's totally not his fault.
Which explains how he stumbled upon a folder full of porn, but does not explain how he stumbled across The Video he's currently uncomfortably viewing.
(The Video in question was titled glitterbaby YEAH. How could he NOT?)
Kris tilts his head sideways, watching Adam and his partner (Kris has no idea who said partner is) engaging in extremely acrobatic sex. Adam looks younger, so Kris knows it's not a recent recording, but despite that fact Kris still feels jealous, guilty, and anxious watching it. The anxiety is what disturbs him the most. Why is he feeling anxious?
The Video is about twenty minutes long. Kris watches every painful, torturous second of it, and as soon as it's over he clicks the X button to close the file, and abandons Adam's computer entirely.
He spends the next three hours sitting mindlessly in front of the television, not actually watching anything but letting the background noise accompany his wayward, disturbing thoughts, and his doubts and insecurities.
When Adam jiggles the key in the lock and uses his shoulder to shove the door open just after nine o'clock, Chinese takeout in one hand and a bag from H&M that means Adam went shopping in the other, Kris stiffens on the couch.
"Helloooo?" Adam calls.
"In here," Kris calls back, looking away from the door and back at the television.
"Hey!" Adam says in a warm voice, but Kris doesn't look back to see if there's a warm smile to go with, though he's pretty sure there is. "How was your day?"
Kris really doesn't want to answer, but it's not Adam's fault Kris is being neurotic and weird. He sits up from his sprawled-out position on the couch and turns to see Adam dropping the H&M bag on the floor next to his shoes. When he straightens up and gives Kris a winning grin, Kris tries to give one back.
"Brought Chinese," Adam announces, holding the plastic bag of boxes up.
Kris feels a lump rise in his throat. Chinese is his favourite take-out. He suddenly wishes so fervently that he didn't care about the stupid video, but it doesn't work like that.
"Awesome, thanks a lot," Kris says, faking his usual enthusiasm. Adam's busy carrying the bag of food into the kitchen, so he doesn't seem to notice how off-kilter Kris is behaving.
"Come on, then," Adam shouts from the kitchen. "I'm starving; let's eat."
Groaning, Kris stands up and bounces on the balls of his feet for a moment, and heads into the kitchen. Adam has already laid out the food and two sets of chopsticks on the table, and his form is currently bent over the open refrigerator. "Want a drink?" he asks Kris, glancing over.
"A beer."
Adam reaches inside the refrigerator and pulls out two beers, shutting the door with his hip and carrying them over to the table. He hands one to Kris, who takes it numbly, and kisses him, lingering for a moment to suck on Kris' bottom lip, before taking his usual spot on the left side of the table. Kris fumbles with opening his beer until he finally manages to yank the top off. He sits down across from Adam and takes a long swig from the bottle.
Adam takes a few sips, too, and clunks his down on the table. "So, what'd you do today?" he asks as he opens the box nearest him and starts chowing down on the food inside of it.
Kris isn't hungry, but he pulls a box inward and picks up his chopsticks all the same, just to have something to do with his hands; they feel utterly useless right now.
"It was fine," Kris answers finally, staring down into the general tao steaming up through the opening of the box. "Finished the song I've been working on."
"Yeah?" Adam prompts after he's chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth.
Kris shrugs. "Yeah. It's good, I guess. Still needs some work, but I should..." He trails off as he recalls Adam gasping out a guttural oh YEAH, work it for me, baby! in The Video. He swallows thickly and drinks some more beer. "Uh, I should be able to start recording next week," he finishes.
Kris glances up at Adam to see what Adam's thinking, and he realizes his mistake immediately. Adam can read him really well. He's frowning at Kris in consideration, and he puts down the food for a moment. "What's up?"
Kris shakes his head. "No, I'm fine, sorry. Just groggy." Kris picks up the box and starts eating some of the food to show Adam he really is fine. But then, abruptly, he he decides that the conversation they need to have isn't going to get any easier by putting it off. Kris puts the box down and looks at Adam, who's peering into another box of food with thinly veiled dislike. He doesn't like pineapple chicken, but he still gets it for Kris every time.
"Actually, I'm not fine," he says briskly. Adam looks up. Kris sighs, running a hand through his hair. "This is... really embarrassing."
Adam smiles gently. "I'm the most embarrassing person you know," he jokes. "Come on. What's up?"
Kris sighs again and leans back in his chair. "Okay, I wasn't snooping or anything, but I was on your computer today, and... I found something I probably - no, definitely shouldn't have seen."
Adam's watching Kris carefully. "Um. You're gonna have to be a bit more specific. I have a lot of stuff on there you probably shouldn't see."
"Stuff, yeah," Kris says, feeling a bout of hysterical laughter bubbling up in his throat that never quite makes it out. He chews on his lip nervously. "It was a... video of you and, well, I don't know who, but some guy... having sex. Really loud, really acrobatic sex."
Kris can't read Adam's expression properly, but Adam appears to take a deep breath before he says, "Kris, I promise you. That video was from a few years ago. I'd never--"
"No, I know," Kris says quickly, catching on. "I don't - it's not." He sighs in frustration at his own lack of communication skills. Then he just decides to say it. "Look, you were..." Kris hesitates, looking down in discomfort, then back up again to peer at Adam's attentive face. "You were really into it," he finally says, quiet and embarrassed.
Adam stares at Kris in mild confusion for a few more seconds before he seems to understand. "Oh, Kris!" he says, looking wounded, "That wasn't. There was a camera on! It was like - like a singing performance. I was being filmed, and I knew that, so I put on more of a show. Like I always do. It's not. Kris, that doesn't come even close to what we have."
Kris is listening to Adam's words like they could be his last. They're making him feel so much better already.
"When we have sex," Adam continues, "it's way better than what you saw on that video. 'Cause I love you. Because when I'm inside you, everything makes sense. Got it?"
Kris nods, eyes stinging slightly. That is exactly what he needed to hear. And he knows that Adam's telling the truth, that he really means it.
"Got it," Kris replies, smiling shakily.
Adam returns the smile and pushes the box of pineapple chicken across the table to Kris. "So, did it turn you on?" Adam teases, and Kris chucks a paper napkin at Adam in retaliation, his face breaking out in a wide, relieved grin.
END.
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Soooo!
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Title: Body Language
Author:
rockinhamburgerRating: PG-13
Pairing: Adam/Kris. Established relationship.
Word Count: 1,200.
Summary: Kris finds an interesting video on Adam's computer. It bothers him on several levels, but on one in particular...
Notes: Not much else to say, really. Hope you like it! Oh, the title is taken from the song of the same name, by Queen :)
Kris finds The Video in a folder on Adam's desktop marked Stuff, which is totally not an appropriate name for a folder full of porn. Kris totally did not expect to find video footage of Adam having sex with another guy in a folder labeled Stuff, so he's maintaining that it's totally not his fault.
Which explains how he stumbled upon a folder full of porn, but does not explain how he stumbled across The Video he's currently uncomfortably viewing.
(The Video in question was titled glitterbaby YEAH. How could he NOT?)
Kris tilts his head sideways, watching Adam and his partner (Kris has no idea who said partner is) engaging in extremely acrobatic sex. Adam looks younger, so Kris knows it's not a recent recording, but despite that fact Kris still feels jealous, guilty, and anxious watching it. The anxiety is what disturbs him the most. Why is he feeling anxious?
The Video is about twenty minutes long. Kris watches every painful, torturous second of it, and as soon as it's over he clicks the X button to close the file, and abandons Adam's computer entirely.
He spends the next three hours sitting mindlessly in front of the television, not actually watching anything but letting the background noise accompany his wayward, disturbing thoughts, and his doubts and insecurities.
When Adam jiggles the key in the lock and uses his shoulder to shove the door open just after nine o'clock, Chinese takeout in one hand and a bag from H&M that means Adam went shopping in the other, Kris stiffens on the couch.
"Helloooo?" Adam calls.
"In here," Kris calls back, looking away from the door and back at the television.
"Hey!" Adam says in a warm voice, but Kris doesn't look back to see if there's a warm smile to go with, though he's pretty sure there is. "How was your day?"
Kris really doesn't want to answer, but it's not Adam's fault Kris is being neurotic and weird. He sits up from his sprawled-out position on the couch and turns to see Adam dropping the H&M bag on the floor next to his shoes. When he straightens up and gives Kris a winning grin, Kris tries to give one back.
"Brought Chinese," Adam announces, holding the plastic bag of boxes up.
Kris feels a lump rise in his throat. Chinese is his favourite take-out. He suddenly wishes so fervently that he didn't care about the stupid video, but it doesn't work like that.
"Awesome, thanks a lot," Kris says, faking his usual enthusiasm. Adam's busy carrying the bag of food into the kitchen, so he doesn't seem to notice how off-kilter Kris is behaving.
"Come on, then," Adam shouts from the kitchen. "I'm starving; let's eat."
Groaning, Kris stands up and bounces on the balls of his feet for a moment, and heads into the kitchen. Adam has already laid out the food and two sets of chopsticks on the table, and his form is currently bent over the open refrigerator. "Want a drink?" he asks Kris, glancing over.
"A beer."
Adam reaches inside the refrigerator and pulls out two beers, shutting the door with his hip and carrying them over to the table. He hands one to Kris, who takes it numbly, and kisses him, lingering for a moment to suck on Kris' bottom lip, before taking his usual spot on the left side of the table. Kris fumbles with opening his beer until he finally manages to yank the top off. He sits down across from Adam and takes a long swig from the bottle.
Adam takes a few sips, too, and clunks his down on the table. "So, what'd you do today?" he asks as he opens the box nearest him and starts chowing down on the food inside of it.
Kris isn't hungry, but he pulls a box inward and picks up his chopsticks all the same, just to have something to do with his hands; they feel utterly useless right now.
"It was fine," Kris answers finally, staring down into the general tao steaming up through the opening of the box. "Finished the song I've been working on."
"Yeah?" Adam prompts after he's chewed and swallowed the food in his mouth.
Kris shrugs. "Yeah. It's good, I guess. Still needs some work, but I should..." He trails off as he recalls Adam gasping out a guttural oh YEAH, work it for me, baby! in The Video. He swallows thickly and drinks some more beer. "Uh, I should be able to start recording next week," he finishes.
Kris glances up at Adam to see what Adam's thinking, and he realizes his mistake immediately. Adam can read him really well. He's frowning at Kris in consideration, and he puts down the food for a moment. "What's up?"
Kris shakes his head. "No, I'm fine, sorry. Just groggy." Kris picks up the box and starts eating some of the food to show Adam he really is fine. But then, abruptly, he he decides that the conversation they need to have isn't going to get any easier by putting it off. Kris puts the box down and looks at Adam, who's peering into another box of food with thinly veiled dislike. He doesn't like pineapple chicken, but he still gets it for Kris every time.
"Actually, I'm not fine," he says briskly. Adam looks up. Kris sighs, running a hand through his hair. "This is... really embarrassing."
Adam smiles gently. "I'm the most embarrassing person you know," he jokes. "Come on. What's up?"
Kris sighs again and leans back in his chair. "Okay, I wasn't snooping or anything, but I was on your computer today, and... I found something I probably - no, definitely shouldn't have seen."
Adam's watching Kris carefully. "Um. You're gonna have to be a bit more specific. I have a lot of stuff on there you probably shouldn't see."
"Stuff, yeah," Kris says, feeling a bout of hysterical laughter bubbling up in his throat that never quite makes it out. He chews on his lip nervously. "It was a... video of you and, well, I don't know who, but some guy... having sex. Really loud, really acrobatic sex."
Kris can't read Adam's expression properly, but Adam appears to take a deep breath before he says, "Kris, I promise you. That video was from a few years ago. I'd never--"
"No, I know," Kris says quickly, catching on. "I don't - it's not." He sighs in frustration at his own lack of communication skills. Then he just decides to say it. "Look, you were..." Kris hesitates, looking down in discomfort, then back up again to peer at Adam's attentive face. "You were really into it," he finally says, quiet and embarrassed.
Adam stares at Kris in mild confusion for a few more seconds before he seems to understand. "Oh, Kris!" he says, looking wounded, "That wasn't. There was a camera on! It was like - like a singing performance. I was being filmed, and I knew that, so I put on more of a show. Like I always do. It's not. Kris, that doesn't come even close to what we have."
Kris is listening to Adam's words like they could be his last. They're making him feel so much better already.
"When we have sex," Adam continues, "it's way better than what you saw on that video. 'Cause I love you. Because when I'm inside you, everything makes sense. Got it?"
Kris nods, eyes stinging slightly. That is exactly what he needed to hear. And he knows that Adam's telling the truth, that he really means it.
"Got it," Kris replies, smiling shakily.
Adam returns the smile and pushes the box of pineapple chicken across the table to Kris. "So, did it turn you on?" Adam teases, and Kris chucks a paper napkin at Adam in retaliation, his face breaking out in a wide, relieved grin.
END.
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Date: 2010-04-02 01:02 am (UTC)Now get back to the kinkmeme! LOL
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Date: 2010-04-09 03:45 pm (UTC)Roger that! I am planning to write the rest of Soaked this weekend, and I might be able to post it up on Sunday or Monday, if all goes well! :D
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Date: 2010-04-02 02:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-20 03:36 pm (UTC)And yes I agree that Adam would totes perform in homemade porn, which is why I half-heartedly pray for a Brad/Adam sex tape. COME ON. Those two!? I'm 80% sure there's video of them somewhere, and while I don't want it to leak (for obvious reasons), I kind of really want it to (for obvious reasons)!
The internet would explode.
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Date: 2010-04-02 04:08 am (UTC)hehehehe
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Date: 2010-04-02 11:00 am (UTC)(also, the last two lines gave the story just the right spin in the non-cheesy-direction to make it a good ending, if I dare say so :] )
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Date: 2010-04-20 03:31 pm (UTC)Oh, THANK YOU, THANK YOU! That is precisely what I was going for, so I'm ecstatic to hear that came across! And I'm really delighted to enjoyed this. I have such a blast writing Adam, I don't really know why!
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