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[Mighty Ducks] Untitled Songfic Meme Drabbles
I've noticed a distinct lack of writing lately and it's been bothering me. So, I decided to do my favorite songfic meme, the gist of which is this: put your media player on shuffle and write a short fic/drabble for each song that comes up. You're supposed to only write for the length of the song, but... *snorts* ...like that ever happens for me. And so, I give you 8 connected Might Ducks drabbles. Enjoy?
Title: *shrug* I'm sure I'll come up with one eventually. ^_^
Fandom: Might Ducks movieverse
Pairing: Guy/Adam, Fulton/Portman, Connie/Dwayne, Charlie/Linda
Rating: PG-13 for drug use
Word Count: 6,130, including my little author's notes.
Warnings: Boys kissing, Ducks on pot
Disclaimer: The Might Ducks do not belong to me in any way, shape or form, and I'm too tired to remember or look up who they do belong to, so... please don't sue?
Summary: Thank you, Hair obsession. Now we have Ducks smoking pot in a park. *twitch* Good gravy.
August 26, 2010: This set of drabbles does fit loosely in with "And the Fox Declared to the Hound." I'm not sure exactly how, but it does. Yet another sequel-ish type thing that probably won't actually make it into the sequel. *sweatdrop* I'm trying, guys, I'm really trying! @_@;;;
And do remember... comments and reviews are love! ^_^
Song Fic Meme
by Renee-chan
1. Initials, "Hair" ((Oh boy. I decided to give another go to my favorite music/drabble meme... and this was the first song it gave me? And of course, this meme almost always kicks me over into "Party of Five" or "Mighty Ducks" frame of mind. So... we end up with a series of related drabbles of the Ducks getting high. O_O I'm sorry?))
The whole world is a little blurry at the moment and I'm finding it harder and harder to focus with each passing second. My memory's getting a bit shoddy, too. I don't remember why I thought this was such a good idea. I don't remember who suggested it in the first place. And most importantly, I don't remember why I thought it was a good idea to sit myself so far away from Adam. Passing the joint on to the next Duck in the circle, I decide that it's time to do something about that.
It's more difficult than I anticipated to get my legs underneath me, though. Eventually, I give it up as a lost cause and just crawl across to where Adam is sitting. When I get there, he gives me this deer-in-headlights look that I'm sure I'd be offended by if I were sober enough to care. As it is, I just consider it a challenge. Bracing a hand on his shoulder, I carefully work my way to where I want to be: straddling his lap and tucking my head against his shoulder.
This... this is nice. He's so warm and smells vaguely of soap and hockey stick wax. I find that to be a singularly comforting smell, one that always reminds me of him. Smiling, I wrap my arms around his neck and cuddle closer. He lets out a strangled little sound and attempts to push me away. Well, that's sure a change of tune. Usually he's the one that's all over me, trying to convince me that I want this thing that's growing up between us. Isn't that just like a guy, though? First it's all, "I want you, I want you, ooh baby, ooh baby," then when the tables turn, they can't run away fast enough.
I pause in my thinking, momentarily confused. Something's wrong in that statement. Oh... oh right. Most guys aren't like that. I'm not like that, for example, and Adam sure as hell isn't. So what the heck is going on here?
Adam is whispering harshly in my ear by now and I force myself to focus on the words, "...you nuts? Guy, someone's going to see you! I thought you didn't want everyone to find out! Get off my lap, already!"
There's a more than mild note of panic in Adam's voice, but for once... I find myself not quite caring. So what if the others see? So what if Connie gets upset? So what? I'm high. I'm happy. I'm comfortable. I don't want to move. I want to stay right where I am, safely held in the arms of the boy who loves me -- well, if he'd stop pushing me away long enough to hold me, that is. Is that so damned wrong? Irritated by the reticence of the one who is usually so upfront about his own feelings, I wrap one hand around the back of Adam's neck and use the other to smush his lips shut. As his eyes widen, I smile and say quietly, "Shhh. It's OK. It's all good, right?"
At that, Adam lets out a small groan and drops his head to rest on my shoulder, "I knew this was a bad idea. I damned well knew it. I'm gonna kill Averman, just kill him." When he picks his head up, his blue eyes are resigned, "Nothing I say is going to move you, is it?"
I cheerfully shake my head, a goofy grin on my face. I'm winning this argument, I can already feel it coming.
The body underneath mine abruptly slumps and the head attached to it shakes back and forth. A tired mumble emerges from the lips so temptingly close to mine, "You are going to be so pissed at me in the morning it isn't even funny, but you know what?" At my innocent blink, those blue eyes raise up again, now sparking with mischief, "Fuck it."
As the joint finally makes its way over to Adam's side of the circle, I pluck it from Julie's hand before Adam can grab it. With a smirk, I put it to my own lips and take a deep drag before passing it on to Kenny. When Adam lets out an indignant squawk, I use the moment to take advantage. Placing my hands gently on either side of Adam's face, I guide his lips towards mine. And when I reach that moment when a kiss seems inevitable, I open my mouth and breathe out the captured smoke straight into his. As relief floods his eyes at the near miss, my smirk widens. He thinks he got away with that one, that I'm going to forget about the idea of kisses. I don't give up that easily, though. I'm just no idiot. I'll wait until everyone else is as high as I am... and then those lips are mine.
Seeing the widening of the half-smile I'm wearing, Adam tenses again. That's right, my dear. The hunter just became the hunted... and payback's a bitch.
2. Son of a Preacher Man, Dusty Springfield ((OK... don't ask me how we got here from "Preacher Man." I don't know, I just do what the voices in my head tell me to do. ^_^))
Portman stared across the circle and only barely managed to bite back an extremely unmanly giggle. Fulton lifted his head from his boyfriend's shoulder and lifted an eyebrow. Portman just jerked his head in the direction he was looking, still snickering. Once Fulton turned to look in the indicated direction, it wasn't long before he was burying equally unmanly giggles in Portman's shoulder.
Portman leaned down, dark eyes twinkling, "Wanna take bets on how long it'll take before Germaine has his tongue down Banks's throat?"
Fulton leaned back to lift a hand and shove at Portman's shoulder, then rolled his eyes, "I thought we were on their side."
Portman laughed, "We are, we are. Just..." He shrugged, "Who knew Germaine had it in him? It only took two puffs to turn him into such a-- "
Frowning, Fulton covered Portman's mouth for him, "If you ever want sex again, you will not complete that sentence the way I just know you were going to."
Once the hand was removed, Portman smirked and finished his sentence as though he hadn't been interrupted, "--brave guy. It's a good thing everyone else is either as high as he is or is about to be. They probably won't remember this come morning."
Fulton sighed and shook his head, "Since when has the poor guy's luck ever been that good? Someone's going to remember and they'll blab to everyone else. Mark my words, Dean... this is not gonna end well."
Portman wrapped an arm around Fulton's shoulders and pulled him close, "Well... then in the interest of altruism, maybe we ought to give them something else to talk about...?"
Before Fulton fully realized what was happening, Portman had him dragged halfway into his lap and was claiming a very thorough, very insistent kiss from him. It was a sign of just how far gone everyone was that only Russ bothered with an answering cat call. Once he was finished, Portman smirked down at him and said, "See? Nothing to worry about."
And there was only one thing Fulton could do in response to that. Grabbing Portman's head, he pulled the other boy down for another kiss. After all, in for a penny...
3. Because the Night, 10,000 Maniacs ((*just dies* ROTFLMAO))
Connie had rolled away from him, idly chasing a firefly that had flown past her into the grass. Dwayne couldn't help but smile as he watched her. She was like some sort of overgrown kitten, rolling around in the grass. It was weird to see her so unguarded, so simply happy... especially this year. She didn't talk about it much, her break-up with Guy, but he could tell that it bothered her. Thinking about it still made him uncomfortable, actually. None of them had acted all that mature at that time. Truth to tell, Dwayne was more than a little ashamed of himself.
A sharp poke to his shoulder interrupted his musings. Russ was holding up the joint as it made its second go around the circle. Dwayne shook his head, no more interested the second time than he'd been the first. He wasn't into that kind of thing, not even just to try it. Life was good enough without it, even if it did have its down moments. As he passed the joint to Connie, she sat back up to take a drag off of it, a lambent look in her soft, brown gaze. When she had, in turn, passed it on, she leaned over to Dwayne and planted a butterfly kiss against his lips before laying back in the grass to stare up at the stars.
Dwayne smiled down at her, glad to see her so relaxed and carefree. It really was a rare treat these days. Everyone was relaxed and happy in each other's company in ways they hadn't been since the Goodwill games. Even Adam and Charlie were getting along tonight. Though Adam... Dwayne blushed. Adam was a little preoccupied. And it was a good thing that Connie was so distracted, herself, or that would have caused a problem.
Turning to look over at the other boy, Dwayne blushed harder. Jesus, was it even legal to be doing that sort of thing in public? Not that he wasn't happy for the two of them -- 'cause he was -- and not that he was a prude... 'cause he wasn't. It was just that... well... there were some things that should only be done behind the privacy of closed doors and that kind of kissing... and touching... and... well all of it fell under that category!
But he couldn't exactly call them on it, because Adam and Guy weren't the only pair indulging their curiosity and hormones. Fulton and Portman had been making out on the ground for the last ten minutes, Charlie and Linda had started not long after them and Julie and Scooter looked like they might get started any minute. Maybe it was the pot. It had to be. After all, he didn't feel the need to do... anything... like... oh my.
Connie was still stretched out in the grass, only she wasn't staring at the stars anymore. She was staring at him, brown eyes glowing softly in the moonlight, a look of such intensity in her gaze that Dwayne was caught instantly. Once she had him, Connie melted back upwards and started planting those butterfly kisses up the column of his neck and along his jaw. And... well... maybe there was something to be said for all this stuff after all. Smiling, Dwayne bent his head towards Connie's to claim the last of those sweet kisses... and just about died of frustration, when her head suddenly lolled towards him, eyes closed and content, and issued forth a gentle snore.
Laying her gently back in the grass, Dwayne cursed under his breath. That was him all over, wasn't it? Dwayne Robertson... always a day late and a dollar short. Damn.
4. Hot Ohio, Gavin Creel
Julie settled herself back against Scooter with a blissful little sigh. Who'd have ever thought? Three years ago, she'd been Julie "The Cat" Gaffney, a freak, the only girl who played real hockey in her little corner of Maine. And she'd felt like a freak, like she would never fit in anywhere. If she wore comfortable clothes and talked about hockey she was a tomboy. If she put on a dress or wore make-up or jewelry, she was giving up and trying to fit in. No matter what she did, she couldn't win. All she had was hockey.
And now? Now, she had a team she was proud to be a part of, friends that understood her and a boyfriend who loved her and treated her like something precious. It was such a rush, sometimes, it was almost like a natural high. This false one couldn't even begin to compare.
A soft voice broke into her musings, "OK... Charlie and Linda I understand. Connie and Dwayne I get, too -- though the poor boy looks like he's about to die of frustration, now. But did you notice how many of the rest of your teammates are making out?"
Julie shrugged. Of course she'd noticed. Then again, she knew about Adam and Guy and had always strongly suspected about Portman and Fulton, no matter what kind of a show Portman had put on for her in the beginning. Still, it wasn't her place to start rumors. Not these kind of rumors anyway. She knew firsthand how quickly those vicious half-truths could spread and do real harm. So, instead, she shrugged again and said nothing.
Scooter huffed out a soft laugh against her back, "OK, OK. None of my business, I guess, right?" When all he got in response was another small shrug, Scooter sighed, "How about a different question, then?"
Julie tilted her head back and merely raised an eyebrow. Scooter raised one right back and she let out a little giggle. Once she'd calmed, she attempted to look serious for her boyfriend, being as he was looking so serious himself. Seeing that he had her attention, he said in an aggrieved tone, "If everyone else is making out... why aren't we?"
Laughing softly, Julie reached up a hand to pat Scooter's cheek, "Because you're a gentleman and I'm a lady. And ladies and gentlemen don't do that sort of thing in public."
Scooter laughed, too, "I could just see the show, now: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, come one, come all, for the greatest show on Earth! If you don't, we guarantee you your money back!"
Julie groaned and reached a hand back to swat Scooter upside the head, "So much for you being a gentleman!"
Grabbing her hand and planting a kiss on her knuckles, Scooter smiled, "Well, if I'm no gentleman, then you're no lady, are you?"
Julie frowned, willing her heart not to feel the pang of hurt she knew it was aching to. She liked being a lady for Scooter... "Well, if I'm no lady, then what am I?"
Leaning over, Scooter pressed a chaste kiss to Julie's cheek, "You're no mere lady, my love. You're a thief -- the thief of my heart. You stole it months ago to rule over it as it's Queen."
And with those words, Julie about melted. Turning, she met the mischievous gaze looking down at her, "And a Queen can do as she likes with her subjects, I suppose?"
With a smirk, Scooter nodded. Julie laughed, "You're good, Scooter. I'll give you that." Turning her gaze around the circle and taking in all the occupied couples, Julie finally shrugged, "Well, I suppose there's no harm in it... right?"
Laughing, Scooter pulled her into his arms, "As my Queen commands, so shall I obey."
Julie raised a hand to hit him again, but was soon far too occupied to remember why she'd raised it to begin with and instead let it fall to tangle in his hair. After all, if you can't beat 'em...
5. You're an Ocean, Fastball
By the time the joint had made its way back around the circle to them, it was barely more than a nub. Charlie eyed it mournfully before passing it back to Linda, "Go ahead. Take the last puff."
Linda eyed the remains of the joint, then the sad look in her boyfriend's eyes. Finally, with a wicked smile, she took it from him and took the last drag. Ignoring his mournful sigh, she snuffed the joint, then leaned up and into him, raising her lips to his as though for a kiss. When he obliged her, parting his lips as she'd known he would, she breathed the smoke up into his mouth like she'd seen Guy do a few minutes earlier.
It was a little strange and she could see the moment where Charlie almost choked at the unexpected smoke of her exhale, but he caught on quickly. Once they'd finished sharing breath, Linda leaned back and smirked, "Sorry. It just... it looked kinda hot and I wanted to try it."
Charlie raised an eyebrow, "And who exactly did you see doing that? Connie and Dwayne? Julie and Scooter?"
Laughing at her boyfriend's obvious cluelessness, Linda shook her head, "Guy and Adam, Charlie." When he looked ready to shout out in response, Linda quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and shushed him, "Charlie! Do you want to call everyone's attention to them? I don't think either of them would thank you for it."
Charlie quickly subsided, a somewhat sour look on his face, "Well how am I supposed to react? You got the idea to shotgun a joint to me by watching Adam and Guy. Something is definitely not right with that."
Linda snorted, "Why? They've been dating for months. I think it's sweet." Fortunately, she was watching for the next outburst and caught Charlie's mouth with her hand again, "Charlie! What the hell? You're acting like you didn't know. Get a grip!"
Once he'd calmed again, Charlie braced his head in his hands, "I didn't know." Looking up into his girlfriend's shocked eyes, he narrowed his own, "Are you sure?"
Frowning, Linda looked over at the pair in question, "Pretty damned sure. If they're not dating, they've sure been doing a pretty good impression of it, anyway." Frown deepening, she turned back to glare at Charlie, "Why? Do you have a problem with it?"
Holding up his hands in the universal gesture for mercy, Charlie shook his head, "No! I just... I'm surprised that neither of them told me." Snorting softly, he added, "They're only two of my oldest friends. And Adam, of all people, should have known I would support them." At Linda's raised eyebrow he shook his head, "It doesn't matter. I just wish they'd said something."
Hearing the genuine hurt in his voice, Linda couldn't hold her scowl any longer, "Oh Charlie... I'm sorry."
Charlie frowned, "Yeah, I know. You being sorry doesn't help me, though. I guess I'll have to talk to them in the morning." Sighing heavily, he added, "And won't that be a fun conversation?" Disappointment and hurt feelings having thoroughly dampened his high, Charlie let his head drop to rest on Linda's shoulder as he stared across the circle at his two friends. I guess this is what they mean when they say, "Beware the quiet ones."
6. Peaches, Presidents of the USA ((*snerts* And my media player apparently has decided it's had enough of the angst, because there is nowhere serious I can go with this! =D))
Goldberg frowned as he pushed at Averman's shoulder, "It's not funny, man! I'm starving! Did you bring anything with you?"
Averman just laughed harder and shook his head. Goldberg scowled, "Great. Just great. Didn't you know that this stuff is supposed to make you hungry? I read that somewhere. And everyone says so. So how could you not have remembered to bring food?"
At that, Russ also started laughing, "Goldberg, everything makes you hungry. It's practically your baseline state. Blaming it on the pot is like blaming the sun for being bright because there are fewer clouds, you know? There may be fewer clouds, but the sun's bright because the sun's bright. Nothing else to it."
Scowling, Goldberg crossed his arms over his chest, "Yeah, so you say. I say it's the pot. Therefore, it's Averman's fault and he should have brought food."
By this point, Averman was all but rolling around on the ground he was laughing so hard. Russ got himself under control and patted Goldberg's shoulder, "All right, buddy. Why don't we run with that, then? What, exactly, do you want him to do about it, now?"
Rolling his eyes, Goldberg made an expansive gesture, "Go find us some food! Like I said, I'm starving."
Averman rolled over just long enough to snort in the larger boy's direction and say, "In your dreams, Goldberg. You've got the munchies? You go get food."
Before Goldberg could do anything to retaliate, however, the fourth member of their little group intervened, holding up a small plastic container of cut up fruit. Eyes hopeful, Kenny said, "OK, it's not much, but I've got a fruit cup left over from lunch. Will that do?"
Eyes shining, Goldberg enfolded Kenny in a tight hug, "I love you, man!"
At that declaration, a voice spoke up from across the circle, "Oh, for crying out loud! Enough, already!"
Another voice spoke up from beside them, "My eyes, my eyes! The image... it burns!"
Goldberg turned and socked Averman a good one in the shoulder while Kenny turned and threw the nearest convenient object at the source of the other voice. As Charlie caught the flying peaches, he couldn't help a small smirk. Yelling back in Kenny's direction, he said, "Thanks, Kenny! I was starting to get hungry!"
Goldberg's resulting wail of horror prompted laughter from everyone this time. Never one to truly take advantage of a friend, Charlie quickly capitulated and tossed the peaches back over, "Sorry, Goldberg, I just couldn't resist."
The larger boy just hunched protectively over his food and muttered, "Yeah, Charlie, sure. With friends like you..."
7. Down With the Sickness, Disturbed ((OK... never mind that bit about my media player having had enough of the angst, because there's sure as hell nowhere fluffy I can go with this!))
Now that Goldberg was contentedly chowing down, Kenny allowed himself to sit back and relax. It seemed like he hadn't had much time to do that lately. Between school, the stresses the team was suffering and the ever-changing demands of his finally growing body, Kenny felt like he was being constantly torn in two. This respite, however short it might end up being, was a welcome change from all that. Looking around the circle, though, he could feel the seeds of a new problem already taking hold and starting to sprout roots.
It was one of those things that the team didn't talk about -- The Bash Brothers. Kenny had picked up on the two of them almost from minute one. Ever since that first day together on the ice they'd been dancing around each other in this elaborate, almost choreographed courtship ritual. Kenny was sure that everyone knew about them... they just didn't say anything. Like the Army, right? Don't Ask... Don't Tell. Well, after tonight, they didn't have to. Hell, even oblivious Goldberg couldn't have missed the romance novel-worthy smooching going on between the two.
Sighing heavily, Kenny turned his head away from the Bash Brothers to watch Connie and Dwayne on the other side of the circle. Like Fulton and Portman, this was another thing the team didn't talk about: the break-up between Connie and Guy. It had taken them all by surprise, yanking the rug out from under them at a time when they were already shaky. And the fact of it just sat in the middle of them like a rock: there, unmoving, unchanging... and completely ignored. It was like Connie and Guy expected the rest of the team to just forget they'd ever dated in the first place. But how could they? They'd been dating for so long, no one on the team really remembered a time when they hadn't been dating. In a way it was like going through your parents' divorce, and certainly it was nearly as traumatizing, but they'd all finally started learning to live with the reality of it. The fact that the pair were finally speaking again had helped... but now what about tonight?
Because that wasn't the biggest problem, oh no. The biggest problem was what was happening right across from them: Guy Germaine straddling Adam Banks' lap and doing his level best to coax the other boy into returning a series of teasing touches and aborted kisses. As observant as Kenny was, the only thing he could think in response to that was... What the hell? He hadn't seen that coming. But like the action between Fulton and Portman, it wasn't like anyone could have missed it. And come morning, if the look on their Captain's face was any judge to go by, that was going to cause problems. Why couldn't anything ever go smoothly?
Shaking his head, Kenny whimpered. Friends... can't live with 'em and don't have enough places to bury the bodies.
8. Never Too Late, Three Day's Grace ((*eyes her song choices for this meme* Goodness, I knew my taste in music was eclectic, but really? Disturbed, Gavin Creel, Hair, Three Day's Grace, Presidents of the USA... all in one meme? *laughs* That's awesome.))
Adam woke up to the sounds of drawers opening and slamming shut, gleefully matching the pounding of the headache currently swamping his brain. When he finally got an eye open, he found Guy frantically rummaging through his drawers, dragging clothing out and stuffing it into a duffel bag. That got him the rest of the way awake. Sitting up, he winced, mumbled quietly, "What the hell are you doing, Guy?"
Guy either didn't hear him or didn't think the question worthy of a response. He just continued what he was doing, racking up a string of vehement curses in his wake. Adam stood up and walked across the room, then put a hand out over one of Guy's, stilling it's movement. Guy reacted by jumping and letting out a small scream. Adam said again, quietly but firmly, "I asked what the hell you were doing. I'd like an answer, Guy."
The other boy whirled to face him, face white and eyes panicked, "I remember what happened last night." Before Adam could interject to say he did, too, Guy ran right on over him, "I remember, Adam. Oh G-d, do I remember. And if I remember, so will everyone else. I can't... Adam, I can't."
Sighing, Adam used his grip on Guy's hand to pull him away from the dresser and back over to the bed. As he sat down, he pulled the other boy down into his lap and gently wrapped his arms around him, "Yeah... I had a feeling this was how you'd react come morning." Taking a deep breath, he said, "Why don't we look at this logically, OK?" At Guy's hesitant nod, he started ticking off points, "First of all, if you remember last night, you should also remember that no one reacted to what we were doing. And if there's truth at the bottom of a bottle of wine, then there should be truth at the end of a joint, too, right?" Another nod.
Adam smiled, "So could one reasonably conclude that no one took issue with what we were doing?" Another nod. Tightening his arms around the other boy, Adam placed a gentle kiss on Guy's shoulder, "Besides, between Fulton and Portman, Julie and Scooter and Charlie and Linda, I'd say we fit right in."
Guy spun to face him, "Wait a minute... what were Fulton and Portman doing?"
Arching an eyebrow, Adam laughed, "Oh, but you remember last night perfectly, hmm?" At Guy's scowl, his smile widened, "Let's just say that they managed to make what you were doing look perfectly tame and reasonable and leave it at that, shall we?"
Guy's eyes widened, "Oh... I see..."
Adam smirked, "You do, huh? Then do you also see that they probably went so overblown in an effort to distract everyone from us?" As Guy blushed, Adam nodded, "Yeah. My reaction, too."
Guy sighed, "So, I guess we owe them one."
Adam snorted, "To put it mildly."
Before Guy could answer, however, a knock sounded at the door, Charlie's voice only seconds behind it and filled with worry, "Guy? Adam? Can we talk?"
Eyes locking, both boys swallowed hard. It was Guy who finally said it, "Time to face the music, huh?"
Adam gave him one last squeeze before allowing him up to answer the door, "Remember, Guy. No shame in it, right? And of everyone, Charlie should at least be supportive."
Nodding, Guy took a deep breath and opened the door.
9. Small Words, Gavin Creel ((OK, there are 363 songs on my playlist, 19 of which are Gavin Creel songs... 13 of them from "Goodtimenation", 6 from "Quiet". And so it amuses me to no end that I somehow ended up with two Gavin Creel songs in this meme, both off the "Quiet" EP. =D It's always nice to know that me and my media player are on the same page. ^_^))
Charlie still didn't know what he was going to say when the door finally opened to reveal Guy. The poor guy looked more than a little sick and he was hunched over a bit, like he was expecting a blow. Yeah... 'cuz he probably thinks you're going to hit him, you idiot. Sighing, Charlie kept that thought internal and instead asked, "So... can I come in?"
It didn't surprise him much when Adam stepped up behind Guy and put a hand on his shoulder. Looking up at Charlie, he offered a small smile, "Of course you can come in, Charlie." Pulling Guy back from the door he gave Charlie space to walk past, then closed the door behind him, "What can we do for you?"
Wincing at Adam's banal attitude, Charlie couldn't help starting to fidget. Finally, he busted out with, "Why didn't you two tell me you were dating?"
The strangled noise had to have come from Guy, because he was looking straight at Adam when he blurted out the question and he hadn't moved. Turning to look at Guy, who, if anything, looked even whiter than before, he hastily added, "I mean, not that I mind if you are, I just... Why didn't you tell me?" And damn it, he couldn't quite keep that as neutral as he'd planned. The hurt behind the question came out plain as day in that plaintive note in his voice. Really, though, why should he have expected either of them to say anything in the first place? He and Adam had never quite gotten back to the same level of friendship after they'd broken up and ever since last year he'd been on shaky ground with Guy, too. He shouldn't have expected to be kept in the loop... still, it hurt. It hurt to be so thoroughly excluded from something so huge by two of his oldest friends.
Understanding better than most what the look on Charlie's face meant, Adam finally offered up a quiet, "Because we aren't, Charlie." At the other boy's incredulous look, Adam shrugged, "We're not. Not really. At the end of last year we mutually declared that we might be interested but agreed not to rush anything. Truth be told, until last night, I was starting to think that Guy had decided I wasn't worth it and he'd rather just stay friends. So we didn't say anything because there really wasn't anything to say."
Turning to the thus far silent third member of their conversation, Charlie asked, "Is that true, Guy?"
Finally finding his voice again, Guy said, "It's true. I... Fuck, Charlie. I was in a relationship with Connie since kindergarten. Jumping from that into dating another guy? It's scary. And last night aside, I'm still not sure."
Frowning, Charlie answered, "Well... then I'm going to ask again, Guy. Why didn't you come talk to me?"
At Guy's confused look, Charlie explained, "Don't you think I went through the same thing when Adam and I first started dating? Or when I started dating Linda? Didn't it occur to you that I could have helped?" The poleaxed expression on Guy's face finally broke the tension and made Charlie start laughing, "And from the completely flabbergasted look on your face, I'm going to guess that the answer to that is 'No,' right?"
Guy just nodded dumbly, "It never even occurred to me, Charlie. I swear, it never did."
At that, Adam also snorted out a laugh. That set Charlie off again. Finally, after staring at the laughing pair for a minute, Guy rolled his eyes, "Oh, yuck it up, you two. Thanks a lot."
When they sobered, Charlie offered the other two a wide smile, "Well, I guess that shows me. Next time I'll talk to you first before letting myself get all upset." As he stood up, he added, "And maybe I can give you guys some peace of mind in return. I've talked to everyone else on the team this morning, just to check in and see how they all were. Only Dwayne and Kenny remember what you were up to last night and they both promised not to talk to anyone else about it until they talked to you. That buys you some time, but..."
Adam's eyes were solemn as he asked, "But what, Charlie?"
"But once you figure out what's going on between you, I'd tell everyone else. We're a team and we don't do well when we keep secrets from each other. Ducks fly together, remember?" was his answer.
Stepping up, Guy put a hand on Charlie's shoulder, "We do, Charlie. We sure as hell do." At Charlie's beaming smile, Guy echoed it with a small but real one of his own, "Once we get sorted, you'll be the first to know, OK?"
Gripping Guy's shoulder in turn, Charlie's smile widened, "I'd better be, man! After all, who better to talk to to find out what you're getting yourself into than your boyfriend's ex?"
At Adam's resultant spluttering and protesting, it was now Guy and Charlie's turn to break up into laughter and it was with a much lighter heart that Charlie finally left the room to go find breakfast. Once he'd gone, though, Guy was uncharacteristically quiet.
Adam finally broached the silence with a gentle question, "OK, Guy. Something's obviously still bothering you. What's on your mind?"
In answer, Guy stepped closer, eyes intent. When he was a mere handspan away, he leaned in close and placed on hand on Adam's cheek. Adam almost forgot to breathe. Just when he didn't think he could take the suspense any longer, Guy leaned just that fraction of an inch closer and finally did what he'd danced around all last night but hadn't accomplished. He placed a gentle, butterfly kiss on Adam's lips. When he leaned back, his eyes were scared, but determined, "I think I kind of lied to Charlie just now. I didn't mean to... but I think I did." At Adam's raised eyebrow, Guy elaborated, "When I told him that I still wasn't sure." His eyes firming with resolve, he finished, "Adam... I am sure. I'm more sure than I ever was with Connie."
Mouth suddenly very dry, Adam only barely managed to get out, "Sure of what, Guy?" He thought he knew, he really did know, but after all this time waiting, he needed to hear the other boy say it.
Smiling, Guy obliged him, "I'm sure of us. Adam, ever since last year, you've been this constant supporting presence. You never really pushed -- and you could have. You were just there, being my friend, letting me get stronger on my own. It meant a lot. And you and me... it feels more right than I could ever have imagined. Don't get me wrong -- I'm still scared. I don't want to lose another friend if this doesn't work out, but I think I owe it to both of us to give it a try."
Smiling a gently beaming smile, Adam pulled Guy closer and pressed a chaste kiss of his own to the other boy's forehead. Softly he said, "You won't get any objections from me, if that's what you're looking for."
Guy huffed out a soft laugh, "No. No objections, Adam. I think I'm done with that. I'm ready for the next step in this little dance of ours... that is, if you are...?"
Smile turning wicked, Adam waggled his eyebrows as he held up his arms, "Then I've only got one last question." At Guy's raised eyebrow, Adam smirked, "Do you want to lead or shall I?"
A/N:
*coughs* Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed and all that jazz. Since I only slept four hours and am still exhausted, I'm going to skip the chibi silliness. Instead, I give you a shameless plug. The songfic meme made me do it: Go listen to Gavin Creel's "Quiet" on iTunes! Then download it. Then go listen to "Goodtimenation" and download that, too. ^_^ I promise you won't be sorry.
Questions, comments starfruit?
O_O Oh good grief, now I know who I forgot. O_O Luis. Shoot. Sorry, Luis! Just assume he was passed out next to Kenny and the others in that group or something. O_O;;;
Title: *shrug* I'm sure I'll come up with one eventually. ^_^
Fandom: Might Ducks movieverse
Pairing: Guy/Adam, Fulton/Portman, Connie/Dwayne, Charlie/Linda
Rating: PG-13 for drug use
Word Count: 6,130, including my little author's notes.
Warnings: Boys kissing, Ducks on pot
Disclaimer: The Might Ducks do not belong to me in any way, shape or form, and I'm too tired to remember or look up who they do belong to, so... please don't sue?
Summary: Thank you, Hair obsession. Now we have Ducks smoking pot in a park. *twitch* Good gravy.
August 26, 2010: This set of drabbles does fit loosely in with "And the Fox Declared to the Hound." I'm not sure exactly how, but it does. Yet another sequel-ish type thing that probably won't actually make it into the sequel. *sweatdrop* I'm trying, guys, I'm really trying! @_@;;;
And do remember... comments and reviews are love! ^_^
Song Fic Meme
by Renee-chan
1. Initials, "Hair" ((Oh boy. I decided to give another go to my favorite music/drabble meme... and this was the first song it gave me? And of course, this meme almost always kicks me over into "Party of Five" or "Mighty Ducks" frame of mind. So... we end up with a series of related drabbles of the Ducks getting high. O_O I'm sorry?))
The whole world is a little blurry at the moment and I'm finding it harder and harder to focus with each passing second. My memory's getting a bit shoddy, too. I don't remember why I thought this was such a good idea. I don't remember who suggested it in the first place. And most importantly, I don't remember why I thought it was a good idea to sit myself so far away from Adam. Passing the joint on to the next Duck in the circle, I decide that it's time to do something about that.
It's more difficult than I anticipated to get my legs underneath me, though. Eventually, I give it up as a lost cause and just crawl across to where Adam is sitting. When I get there, he gives me this deer-in-headlights look that I'm sure I'd be offended by if I were sober enough to care. As it is, I just consider it a challenge. Bracing a hand on his shoulder, I carefully work my way to where I want to be: straddling his lap and tucking my head against his shoulder.
This... this is nice. He's so warm and smells vaguely of soap and hockey stick wax. I find that to be a singularly comforting smell, one that always reminds me of him. Smiling, I wrap my arms around his neck and cuddle closer. He lets out a strangled little sound and attempts to push me away. Well, that's sure a change of tune. Usually he's the one that's all over me, trying to convince me that I want this thing that's growing up between us. Isn't that just like a guy, though? First it's all, "I want you, I want you, ooh baby, ooh baby," then when the tables turn, they can't run away fast enough.
I pause in my thinking, momentarily confused. Something's wrong in that statement. Oh... oh right. Most guys aren't like that. I'm not like that, for example, and Adam sure as hell isn't. So what the heck is going on here?
Adam is whispering harshly in my ear by now and I force myself to focus on the words, "...you nuts? Guy, someone's going to see you! I thought you didn't want everyone to find out! Get off my lap, already!"
There's a more than mild note of panic in Adam's voice, but for once... I find myself not quite caring. So what if the others see? So what if Connie gets upset? So what? I'm high. I'm happy. I'm comfortable. I don't want to move. I want to stay right where I am, safely held in the arms of the boy who loves me -- well, if he'd stop pushing me away long enough to hold me, that is. Is that so damned wrong? Irritated by the reticence of the one who is usually so upfront about his own feelings, I wrap one hand around the back of Adam's neck and use the other to smush his lips shut. As his eyes widen, I smile and say quietly, "Shhh. It's OK. It's all good, right?"
At that, Adam lets out a small groan and drops his head to rest on my shoulder, "I knew this was a bad idea. I damned well knew it. I'm gonna kill Averman, just kill him." When he picks his head up, his blue eyes are resigned, "Nothing I say is going to move you, is it?"
I cheerfully shake my head, a goofy grin on my face. I'm winning this argument, I can already feel it coming.
The body underneath mine abruptly slumps and the head attached to it shakes back and forth. A tired mumble emerges from the lips so temptingly close to mine, "You are going to be so pissed at me in the morning it isn't even funny, but you know what?" At my innocent blink, those blue eyes raise up again, now sparking with mischief, "Fuck it."
As the joint finally makes its way over to Adam's side of the circle, I pluck it from Julie's hand before Adam can grab it. With a smirk, I put it to my own lips and take a deep drag before passing it on to Kenny. When Adam lets out an indignant squawk, I use the moment to take advantage. Placing my hands gently on either side of Adam's face, I guide his lips towards mine. And when I reach that moment when a kiss seems inevitable, I open my mouth and breathe out the captured smoke straight into his. As relief floods his eyes at the near miss, my smirk widens. He thinks he got away with that one, that I'm going to forget about the idea of kisses. I don't give up that easily, though. I'm just no idiot. I'll wait until everyone else is as high as I am... and then those lips are mine.
Seeing the widening of the half-smile I'm wearing, Adam tenses again. That's right, my dear. The hunter just became the hunted... and payback's a bitch.
2. Son of a Preacher Man, Dusty Springfield ((OK... don't ask me how we got here from "Preacher Man." I don't know, I just do what the voices in my head tell me to do. ^_^))
Portman stared across the circle and only barely managed to bite back an extremely unmanly giggle. Fulton lifted his head from his boyfriend's shoulder and lifted an eyebrow. Portman just jerked his head in the direction he was looking, still snickering. Once Fulton turned to look in the indicated direction, it wasn't long before he was burying equally unmanly giggles in Portman's shoulder.
Portman leaned down, dark eyes twinkling, "Wanna take bets on how long it'll take before Germaine has his tongue down Banks's throat?"
Fulton leaned back to lift a hand and shove at Portman's shoulder, then rolled his eyes, "I thought we were on their side."
Portman laughed, "We are, we are. Just..." He shrugged, "Who knew Germaine had it in him? It only took two puffs to turn him into such a-- "
Frowning, Fulton covered Portman's mouth for him, "If you ever want sex again, you will not complete that sentence the way I just know you were going to."
Once the hand was removed, Portman smirked and finished his sentence as though he hadn't been interrupted, "--brave guy. It's a good thing everyone else is either as high as he is or is about to be. They probably won't remember this come morning."
Fulton sighed and shook his head, "Since when has the poor guy's luck ever been that good? Someone's going to remember and they'll blab to everyone else. Mark my words, Dean... this is not gonna end well."
Portman wrapped an arm around Fulton's shoulders and pulled him close, "Well... then in the interest of altruism, maybe we ought to give them something else to talk about...?"
Before Fulton fully realized what was happening, Portman had him dragged halfway into his lap and was claiming a very thorough, very insistent kiss from him. It was a sign of just how far gone everyone was that only Russ bothered with an answering cat call. Once he was finished, Portman smirked down at him and said, "See? Nothing to worry about."
And there was only one thing Fulton could do in response to that. Grabbing Portman's head, he pulled the other boy down for another kiss. After all, in for a penny...
3. Because the Night, 10,000 Maniacs ((*just dies* ROTFLMAO))
Connie had rolled away from him, idly chasing a firefly that had flown past her into the grass. Dwayne couldn't help but smile as he watched her. She was like some sort of overgrown kitten, rolling around in the grass. It was weird to see her so unguarded, so simply happy... especially this year. She didn't talk about it much, her break-up with Guy, but he could tell that it bothered her. Thinking about it still made him uncomfortable, actually. None of them had acted all that mature at that time. Truth to tell, Dwayne was more than a little ashamed of himself.
A sharp poke to his shoulder interrupted his musings. Russ was holding up the joint as it made its second go around the circle. Dwayne shook his head, no more interested the second time than he'd been the first. He wasn't into that kind of thing, not even just to try it. Life was good enough without it, even if it did have its down moments. As he passed the joint to Connie, she sat back up to take a drag off of it, a lambent look in her soft, brown gaze. When she had, in turn, passed it on, she leaned over to Dwayne and planted a butterfly kiss against his lips before laying back in the grass to stare up at the stars.
Dwayne smiled down at her, glad to see her so relaxed and carefree. It really was a rare treat these days. Everyone was relaxed and happy in each other's company in ways they hadn't been since the Goodwill games. Even Adam and Charlie were getting along tonight. Though Adam... Dwayne blushed. Adam was a little preoccupied. And it was a good thing that Connie was so distracted, herself, or that would have caused a problem.
Turning to look over at the other boy, Dwayne blushed harder. Jesus, was it even legal to be doing that sort of thing in public? Not that he wasn't happy for the two of them -- 'cause he was -- and not that he was a prude... 'cause he wasn't. It was just that... well... there were some things that should only be done behind the privacy of closed doors and that kind of kissing... and touching... and... well all of it fell under that category!
But he couldn't exactly call them on it, because Adam and Guy weren't the only pair indulging their curiosity and hormones. Fulton and Portman had been making out on the ground for the last ten minutes, Charlie and Linda had started not long after them and Julie and Scooter looked like they might get started any minute. Maybe it was the pot. It had to be. After all, he didn't feel the need to do... anything... like... oh my.
Connie was still stretched out in the grass, only she wasn't staring at the stars anymore. She was staring at him, brown eyes glowing softly in the moonlight, a look of such intensity in her gaze that Dwayne was caught instantly. Once she had him, Connie melted back upwards and started planting those butterfly kisses up the column of his neck and along his jaw. And... well... maybe there was something to be said for all this stuff after all. Smiling, Dwayne bent his head towards Connie's to claim the last of those sweet kisses... and just about died of frustration, when her head suddenly lolled towards him, eyes closed and content, and issued forth a gentle snore.
Laying her gently back in the grass, Dwayne cursed under his breath. That was him all over, wasn't it? Dwayne Robertson... always a day late and a dollar short. Damn.
4. Hot Ohio, Gavin Creel
Julie settled herself back against Scooter with a blissful little sigh. Who'd have ever thought? Three years ago, she'd been Julie "The Cat" Gaffney, a freak, the only girl who played real hockey in her little corner of Maine. And she'd felt like a freak, like she would never fit in anywhere. If she wore comfortable clothes and talked about hockey she was a tomboy. If she put on a dress or wore make-up or jewelry, she was giving up and trying to fit in. No matter what she did, she couldn't win. All she had was hockey.
And now? Now, she had a team she was proud to be a part of, friends that understood her and a boyfriend who loved her and treated her like something precious. It was such a rush, sometimes, it was almost like a natural high. This false one couldn't even begin to compare.
A soft voice broke into her musings, "OK... Charlie and Linda I understand. Connie and Dwayne I get, too -- though the poor boy looks like he's about to die of frustration, now. But did you notice how many of the rest of your teammates are making out?"
Julie shrugged. Of course she'd noticed. Then again, she knew about Adam and Guy and had always strongly suspected about Portman and Fulton, no matter what kind of a show Portman had put on for her in the beginning. Still, it wasn't her place to start rumors. Not these kind of rumors anyway. She knew firsthand how quickly those vicious half-truths could spread and do real harm. So, instead, she shrugged again and said nothing.
Scooter huffed out a soft laugh against her back, "OK, OK. None of my business, I guess, right?" When all he got in response was another small shrug, Scooter sighed, "How about a different question, then?"
Julie tilted her head back and merely raised an eyebrow. Scooter raised one right back and she let out a little giggle. Once she'd calmed, she attempted to look serious for her boyfriend, being as he was looking so serious himself. Seeing that he had her attention, he said in an aggrieved tone, "If everyone else is making out... why aren't we?"
Laughing softly, Julie reached up a hand to pat Scooter's cheek, "Because you're a gentleman and I'm a lady. And ladies and gentlemen don't do that sort of thing in public."
Scooter laughed, too, "I could just see the show, now: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, come one, come all, for the greatest show on Earth! If you don't, we guarantee you your money back!"
Julie groaned and reached a hand back to swat Scooter upside the head, "So much for you being a gentleman!"
Grabbing her hand and planting a kiss on her knuckles, Scooter smiled, "Well, if I'm no gentleman, then you're no lady, are you?"
Julie frowned, willing her heart not to feel the pang of hurt she knew it was aching to. She liked being a lady for Scooter... "Well, if I'm no lady, then what am I?"
Leaning over, Scooter pressed a chaste kiss to Julie's cheek, "You're no mere lady, my love. You're a thief -- the thief of my heart. You stole it months ago to rule over it as it's Queen."
And with those words, Julie about melted. Turning, she met the mischievous gaze looking down at her, "And a Queen can do as she likes with her subjects, I suppose?"
With a smirk, Scooter nodded. Julie laughed, "You're good, Scooter. I'll give you that." Turning her gaze around the circle and taking in all the occupied couples, Julie finally shrugged, "Well, I suppose there's no harm in it... right?"
Laughing, Scooter pulled her into his arms, "As my Queen commands, so shall I obey."
Julie raised a hand to hit him again, but was soon far too occupied to remember why she'd raised it to begin with and instead let it fall to tangle in his hair. After all, if you can't beat 'em...
5. You're an Ocean, Fastball
By the time the joint had made its way back around the circle to them, it was barely more than a nub. Charlie eyed it mournfully before passing it back to Linda, "Go ahead. Take the last puff."
Linda eyed the remains of the joint, then the sad look in her boyfriend's eyes. Finally, with a wicked smile, she took it from him and took the last drag. Ignoring his mournful sigh, she snuffed the joint, then leaned up and into him, raising her lips to his as though for a kiss. When he obliged her, parting his lips as she'd known he would, she breathed the smoke up into his mouth like she'd seen Guy do a few minutes earlier.
It was a little strange and she could see the moment where Charlie almost choked at the unexpected smoke of her exhale, but he caught on quickly. Once they'd finished sharing breath, Linda leaned back and smirked, "Sorry. It just... it looked kinda hot and I wanted to try it."
Charlie raised an eyebrow, "And who exactly did you see doing that? Connie and Dwayne? Julie and Scooter?"
Laughing at her boyfriend's obvious cluelessness, Linda shook her head, "Guy and Adam, Charlie." When he looked ready to shout out in response, Linda quickly clamped a hand over his mouth and shushed him, "Charlie! Do you want to call everyone's attention to them? I don't think either of them would thank you for it."
Charlie quickly subsided, a somewhat sour look on his face, "Well how am I supposed to react? You got the idea to shotgun a joint to me by watching Adam and Guy. Something is definitely not right with that."
Linda snorted, "Why? They've been dating for months. I think it's sweet." Fortunately, she was watching for the next outburst and caught Charlie's mouth with her hand again, "Charlie! What the hell? You're acting like you didn't know. Get a grip!"
Once he'd calmed again, Charlie braced his head in his hands, "I didn't know." Looking up into his girlfriend's shocked eyes, he narrowed his own, "Are you sure?"
Frowning, Linda looked over at the pair in question, "Pretty damned sure. If they're not dating, they've sure been doing a pretty good impression of it, anyway." Frown deepening, she turned back to glare at Charlie, "Why? Do you have a problem with it?"
Holding up his hands in the universal gesture for mercy, Charlie shook his head, "No! I just... I'm surprised that neither of them told me." Snorting softly, he added, "They're only two of my oldest friends. And Adam, of all people, should have known I would support them." At Linda's raised eyebrow he shook his head, "It doesn't matter. I just wish they'd said something."
Hearing the genuine hurt in his voice, Linda couldn't hold her scowl any longer, "Oh Charlie... I'm sorry."
Charlie frowned, "Yeah, I know. You being sorry doesn't help me, though. I guess I'll have to talk to them in the morning." Sighing heavily, he added, "And won't that be a fun conversation?" Disappointment and hurt feelings having thoroughly dampened his high, Charlie let his head drop to rest on Linda's shoulder as he stared across the circle at his two friends. I guess this is what they mean when they say, "Beware the quiet ones."
6. Peaches, Presidents of the USA ((*snerts* And my media player apparently has decided it's had enough of the angst, because there is nowhere serious I can go with this! =D))
Goldberg frowned as he pushed at Averman's shoulder, "It's not funny, man! I'm starving! Did you bring anything with you?"
Averman just laughed harder and shook his head. Goldberg scowled, "Great. Just great. Didn't you know that this stuff is supposed to make you hungry? I read that somewhere. And everyone says so. So how could you not have remembered to bring food?"
At that, Russ also started laughing, "Goldberg, everything makes you hungry. It's practically your baseline state. Blaming it on the pot is like blaming the sun for being bright because there are fewer clouds, you know? There may be fewer clouds, but the sun's bright because the sun's bright. Nothing else to it."
Scowling, Goldberg crossed his arms over his chest, "Yeah, so you say. I say it's the pot. Therefore, it's Averman's fault and he should have brought food."
By this point, Averman was all but rolling around on the ground he was laughing so hard. Russ got himself under control and patted Goldberg's shoulder, "All right, buddy. Why don't we run with that, then? What, exactly, do you want him to do about it, now?"
Rolling his eyes, Goldberg made an expansive gesture, "Go find us some food! Like I said, I'm starving."
Averman rolled over just long enough to snort in the larger boy's direction and say, "In your dreams, Goldberg. You've got the munchies? You go get food."
Before Goldberg could do anything to retaliate, however, the fourth member of their little group intervened, holding up a small plastic container of cut up fruit. Eyes hopeful, Kenny said, "OK, it's not much, but I've got a fruit cup left over from lunch. Will that do?"
Eyes shining, Goldberg enfolded Kenny in a tight hug, "I love you, man!"
At that declaration, a voice spoke up from across the circle, "Oh, for crying out loud! Enough, already!"
Another voice spoke up from beside them, "My eyes, my eyes! The image... it burns!"
Goldberg turned and socked Averman a good one in the shoulder while Kenny turned and threw the nearest convenient object at the source of the other voice. As Charlie caught the flying peaches, he couldn't help a small smirk. Yelling back in Kenny's direction, he said, "Thanks, Kenny! I was starting to get hungry!"
Goldberg's resulting wail of horror prompted laughter from everyone this time. Never one to truly take advantage of a friend, Charlie quickly capitulated and tossed the peaches back over, "Sorry, Goldberg, I just couldn't resist."
The larger boy just hunched protectively over his food and muttered, "Yeah, Charlie, sure. With friends like you..."
7. Down With the Sickness, Disturbed ((OK... never mind that bit about my media player having had enough of the angst, because there's sure as hell nowhere fluffy I can go with this!))
Now that Goldberg was contentedly chowing down, Kenny allowed himself to sit back and relax. It seemed like he hadn't had much time to do that lately. Between school, the stresses the team was suffering and the ever-changing demands of his finally growing body, Kenny felt like he was being constantly torn in two. This respite, however short it might end up being, was a welcome change from all that. Looking around the circle, though, he could feel the seeds of a new problem already taking hold and starting to sprout roots.
It was one of those things that the team didn't talk about -- The Bash Brothers. Kenny had picked up on the two of them almost from minute one. Ever since that first day together on the ice they'd been dancing around each other in this elaborate, almost choreographed courtship ritual. Kenny was sure that everyone knew about them... they just didn't say anything. Like the Army, right? Don't Ask... Don't Tell. Well, after tonight, they didn't have to. Hell, even oblivious Goldberg couldn't have missed the romance novel-worthy smooching going on between the two.
Sighing heavily, Kenny turned his head away from the Bash Brothers to watch Connie and Dwayne on the other side of the circle. Like Fulton and Portman, this was another thing the team didn't talk about: the break-up between Connie and Guy. It had taken them all by surprise, yanking the rug out from under them at a time when they were already shaky. And the fact of it just sat in the middle of them like a rock: there, unmoving, unchanging... and completely ignored. It was like Connie and Guy expected the rest of the team to just forget they'd ever dated in the first place. But how could they? They'd been dating for so long, no one on the team really remembered a time when they hadn't been dating. In a way it was like going through your parents' divorce, and certainly it was nearly as traumatizing, but they'd all finally started learning to live with the reality of it. The fact that the pair were finally speaking again had helped... but now what about tonight?
Because that wasn't the biggest problem, oh no. The biggest problem was what was happening right across from them: Guy Germaine straddling Adam Banks' lap and doing his level best to coax the other boy into returning a series of teasing touches and aborted kisses. As observant as Kenny was, the only thing he could think in response to that was... What the hell? He hadn't seen that coming. But like the action between Fulton and Portman, it wasn't like anyone could have missed it. And come morning, if the look on their Captain's face was any judge to go by, that was going to cause problems. Why couldn't anything ever go smoothly?
Shaking his head, Kenny whimpered. Friends... can't live with 'em and don't have enough places to bury the bodies.
8. Never Too Late, Three Day's Grace ((*eyes her song choices for this meme* Goodness, I knew my taste in music was eclectic, but really? Disturbed, Gavin Creel, Hair, Three Day's Grace, Presidents of the USA... all in one meme? *laughs* That's awesome.))
Adam woke up to the sounds of drawers opening and slamming shut, gleefully matching the pounding of the headache currently swamping his brain. When he finally got an eye open, he found Guy frantically rummaging through his drawers, dragging clothing out and stuffing it into a duffel bag. That got him the rest of the way awake. Sitting up, he winced, mumbled quietly, "What the hell are you doing, Guy?"
Guy either didn't hear him or didn't think the question worthy of a response. He just continued what he was doing, racking up a string of vehement curses in his wake. Adam stood up and walked across the room, then put a hand out over one of Guy's, stilling it's movement. Guy reacted by jumping and letting out a small scream. Adam said again, quietly but firmly, "I asked what the hell you were doing. I'd like an answer, Guy."
The other boy whirled to face him, face white and eyes panicked, "I remember what happened last night." Before Adam could interject to say he did, too, Guy ran right on over him, "I remember, Adam. Oh G-d, do I remember. And if I remember, so will everyone else. I can't... Adam, I can't."
Sighing, Adam used his grip on Guy's hand to pull him away from the dresser and back over to the bed. As he sat down, he pulled the other boy down into his lap and gently wrapped his arms around him, "Yeah... I had a feeling this was how you'd react come morning." Taking a deep breath, he said, "Why don't we look at this logically, OK?" At Guy's hesitant nod, he started ticking off points, "First of all, if you remember last night, you should also remember that no one reacted to what we were doing. And if there's truth at the bottom of a bottle of wine, then there should be truth at the end of a joint, too, right?" Another nod.
Adam smiled, "So could one reasonably conclude that no one took issue with what we were doing?" Another nod. Tightening his arms around the other boy, Adam placed a gentle kiss on Guy's shoulder, "Besides, between Fulton and Portman, Julie and Scooter and Charlie and Linda, I'd say we fit right in."
Guy spun to face him, "Wait a minute... what were Fulton and Portman doing?"
Arching an eyebrow, Adam laughed, "Oh, but you remember last night perfectly, hmm?" At Guy's scowl, his smile widened, "Let's just say that they managed to make what you were doing look perfectly tame and reasonable and leave it at that, shall we?"
Guy's eyes widened, "Oh... I see..."
Adam smirked, "You do, huh? Then do you also see that they probably went so overblown in an effort to distract everyone from us?" As Guy blushed, Adam nodded, "Yeah. My reaction, too."
Guy sighed, "So, I guess we owe them one."
Adam snorted, "To put it mildly."
Before Guy could answer, however, a knock sounded at the door, Charlie's voice only seconds behind it and filled with worry, "Guy? Adam? Can we talk?"
Eyes locking, both boys swallowed hard. It was Guy who finally said it, "Time to face the music, huh?"
Adam gave him one last squeeze before allowing him up to answer the door, "Remember, Guy. No shame in it, right? And of everyone, Charlie should at least be supportive."
Nodding, Guy took a deep breath and opened the door.
9. Small Words, Gavin Creel ((OK, there are 363 songs on my playlist, 19 of which are Gavin Creel songs... 13 of them from "Goodtimenation", 6 from "Quiet". And so it amuses me to no end that I somehow ended up with two Gavin Creel songs in this meme, both off the "Quiet" EP. =D It's always nice to know that me and my media player are on the same page. ^_^))
Charlie still didn't know what he was going to say when the door finally opened to reveal Guy. The poor guy looked more than a little sick and he was hunched over a bit, like he was expecting a blow. Yeah... 'cuz he probably thinks you're going to hit him, you idiot. Sighing, Charlie kept that thought internal and instead asked, "So... can I come in?"
It didn't surprise him much when Adam stepped up behind Guy and put a hand on his shoulder. Looking up at Charlie, he offered a small smile, "Of course you can come in, Charlie." Pulling Guy back from the door he gave Charlie space to walk past, then closed the door behind him, "What can we do for you?"
Wincing at Adam's banal attitude, Charlie couldn't help starting to fidget. Finally, he busted out with, "Why didn't you two tell me you were dating?"
The strangled noise had to have come from Guy, because he was looking straight at Adam when he blurted out the question and he hadn't moved. Turning to look at Guy, who, if anything, looked even whiter than before, he hastily added, "I mean, not that I mind if you are, I just... Why didn't you tell me?" And damn it, he couldn't quite keep that as neutral as he'd planned. The hurt behind the question came out plain as day in that plaintive note in his voice. Really, though, why should he have expected either of them to say anything in the first place? He and Adam had never quite gotten back to the same level of friendship after they'd broken up and ever since last year he'd been on shaky ground with Guy, too. He shouldn't have expected to be kept in the loop... still, it hurt. It hurt to be so thoroughly excluded from something so huge by two of his oldest friends.
Understanding better than most what the look on Charlie's face meant, Adam finally offered up a quiet, "Because we aren't, Charlie." At the other boy's incredulous look, Adam shrugged, "We're not. Not really. At the end of last year we mutually declared that we might be interested but agreed not to rush anything. Truth be told, until last night, I was starting to think that Guy had decided I wasn't worth it and he'd rather just stay friends. So we didn't say anything because there really wasn't anything to say."
Turning to the thus far silent third member of their conversation, Charlie asked, "Is that true, Guy?"
Finally finding his voice again, Guy said, "It's true. I... Fuck, Charlie. I was in a relationship with Connie since kindergarten. Jumping from that into dating another guy? It's scary. And last night aside, I'm still not sure."
Frowning, Charlie answered, "Well... then I'm going to ask again, Guy. Why didn't you come talk to me?"
At Guy's confused look, Charlie explained, "Don't you think I went through the same thing when Adam and I first started dating? Or when I started dating Linda? Didn't it occur to you that I could have helped?" The poleaxed expression on Guy's face finally broke the tension and made Charlie start laughing, "And from the completely flabbergasted look on your face, I'm going to guess that the answer to that is 'No,' right?"
Guy just nodded dumbly, "It never even occurred to me, Charlie. I swear, it never did."
At that, Adam also snorted out a laugh. That set Charlie off again. Finally, after staring at the laughing pair for a minute, Guy rolled his eyes, "Oh, yuck it up, you two. Thanks a lot."
When they sobered, Charlie offered the other two a wide smile, "Well, I guess that shows me. Next time I'll talk to you first before letting myself get all upset." As he stood up, he added, "And maybe I can give you guys some peace of mind in return. I've talked to everyone else on the team this morning, just to check in and see how they all were. Only Dwayne and Kenny remember what you were up to last night and they both promised not to talk to anyone else about it until they talked to you. That buys you some time, but..."
Adam's eyes were solemn as he asked, "But what, Charlie?"
"But once you figure out what's going on between you, I'd tell everyone else. We're a team and we don't do well when we keep secrets from each other. Ducks fly together, remember?" was his answer.
Stepping up, Guy put a hand on Charlie's shoulder, "We do, Charlie. We sure as hell do." At Charlie's beaming smile, Guy echoed it with a small but real one of his own, "Once we get sorted, you'll be the first to know, OK?"
Gripping Guy's shoulder in turn, Charlie's smile widened, "I'd better be, man! After all, who better to talk to to find out what you're getting yourself into than your boyfriend's ex?"
At Adam's resultant spluttering and protesting, it was now Guy and Charlie's turn to break up into laughter and it was with a much lighter heart that Charlie finally left the room to go find breakfast. Once he'd gone, though, Guy was uncharacteristically quiet.
Adam finally broached the silence with a gentle question, "OK, Guy. Something's obviously still bothering you. What's on your mind?"
In answer, Guy stepped closer, eyes intent. When he was a mere handspan away, he leaned in close and placed on hand on Adam's cheek. Adam almost forgot to breathe. Just when he didn't think he could take the suspense any longer, Guy leaned just that fraction of an inch closer and finally did what he'd danced around all last night but hadn't accomplished. He placed a gentle, butterfly kiss on Adam's lips. When he leaned back, his eyes were scared, but determined, "I think I kind of lied to Charlie just now. I didn't mean to... but I think I did." At Adam's raised eyebrow, Guy elaborated, "When I told him that I still wasn't sure." His eyes firming with resolve, he finished, "Adam... I am sure. I'm more sure than I ever was with Connie."
Mouth suddenly very dry, Adam only barely managed to get out, "Sure of what, Guy?" He thought he knew, he really did know, but after all this time waiting, he needed to hear the other boy say it.
Smiling, Guy obliged him, "I'm sure of us. Adam, ever since last year, you've been this constant supporting presence. You never really pushed -- and you could have. You were just there, being my friend, letting me get stronger on my own. It meant a lot. And you and me... it feels more right than I could ever have imagined. Don't get me wrong -- I'm still scared. I don't want to lose another friend if this doesn't work out, but I think I owe it to both of us to give it a try."
Smiling a gently beaming smile, Adam pulled Guy closer and pressed a chaste kiss of his own to the other boy's forehead. Softly he said, "You won't get any objections from me, if that's what you're looking for."
Guy huffed out a soft laugh, "No. No objections, Adam. I think I'm done with that. I'm ready for the next step in this little dance of ours... that is, if you are...?"
Smile turning wicked, Adam waggled his eyebrows as he held up his arms, "Then I've only got one last question." At Guy's raised eyebrow, Adam smirked, "Do you want to lead or shall I?"
A/N:
*coughs* Anyhoo, hope you enjoyed and all that jazz. Since I only slept four hours and am still exhausted, I'm going to skip the chibi silliness. Instead, I give you a shameless plug. The songfic meme made me do it: Go listen to Gavin Creel's "Quiet" on iTunes! Then download it. Then go listen to "Goodtimenation" and download that, too. ^_^ I promise you won't be sorry.
Questions, comments starfruit?
O_O Oh good grief, now I know who I forgot. O_O Luis. Shoot. Sorry, Luis! Just assume he was passed out next to Kenny and the others in that group or something. O_O;;;