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emmasnotavirgin


August 2nd, 2010

(no subject) @ 03:06 am


Bradam is real. have some fic about it inspired by teenage dream?

This is what Adam remembers, always:  years of acne and hiding and pudge that rolled over the top of his pants. He remembers the desperation, clinging to the thought that one day he could be normal. He remembers the off-white hallways of his high school, boys and girls pressed up against each other, how happy they looked and the feel of his hands so distinctly not wrapped in someone else’s.

This is what happens: Years pass. Adam falls in love, falls on his ass, falls into fame. He knows now, how it feels. A full hand and a full heart, smiles that never end, butterflies in his stomach, real and true, better than what any of them had. Love. Brad. Brad had loved him unabashedly for who he was, purple hair and ambitions and rhinestones, had woken up abnormal with him every morning, and he had loved Brad. They’d had two years, fiery and beautiful and what Adam sometimes thinks were his best. They’d had more love than most people get in their lifetime and more than anyone could ever find behind a bleacher.

This is what Adam doesn’t know: He doesn’t know what they are now, what to call sex when they see each other out of trust and need and lingerings of what was, and he doesn’t know what their “we’ll see, when tour is over” means.  He doesn’t know if anyone will ever be as good.

This is what Adam knows: the people on either side of his hotel room aren’t with him, they’re strangers, maybe even fans, and they can hear him moaning without a doubt. Brad is sucking him off, flicks of the tongue and nail crescents in his hips the way only Brad knows how. He knows he’s going to come like this, 5 minutes in like a 12 year old, if he doesn’t do something; he shifts their positions, gets Brad on his stomach. He knows how to fuck Brad, how to make him come in 5 seconds or 5 hours- he goes with something in between.

This is what Adam does: he says I love you, a little too soon, before Brad is actually asleep.He hears Brad say "yes," like an answer. He entwines their hands, lifts Brad’s to kiss it. He feels the weight of someone else’s hand in his, all over, in an electric shock to his heart. He takes a chance.

 no regrets, just love, we'll dance until we die, you and I, we'll be young forever.


 
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From:antigone921
Date:August 2nd, 2010 07:15 am (UTC)
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Love, love, love!
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From:emmasnotavirgin
Date:August 2nd, 2010 07:19 am (UTC)
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As is your icon! <3
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From:fragilesymphony
Date:August 2nd, 2010 12:27 pm (UTC)
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LOVE LOVE LOVE OMG. BRAD THINKS HE'S PRETTY WITHOUT ANY MAKE UP ON, OKAY?
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From:laurelbella
Date:September 27th, 2010 06:17 am (UTC)
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Beautiful! So much love.

emmasnotavirgin