Pairing: Johnny/Adamo, of course
Summary: The night before John leaves the band and he wants to make it special for Adam *sigh* how sweet.
Notes: Oh, wow. I wrote this in like... October? maybe earlier then that. It originally was going to be part of a multichapter fic I was writing with Jes (xanemicroyaltyx) but for reasons I won't get into we've decided not to post it. So I'm just going to post a bunch of the random chapters I wrote up as standalones, probably. I don't know yet
Oh, and please excuse various parts of this fic. It was my first time writing anything having to do with boy sex, so it's not the greatest.
This is your last night with him.
Seven words. Seven syllables. It's such a basic sentence, but there's nothing basic about it. You're leaving him after this night. You're leaving him, of all people. So you do what anyone in your position would do.
You fill the entire apartment with candles. You cover the entire bed with daisies, because he told you once that those are his favorite flowers. You want this night to be perfect, because it has to be perfect.
You have to remember everything about this night.
You have to remember the way his hair fall into his eyes. The way his hair feels in your fingers. How he tastes and how he pants your name when your making love to him. You have to remember the way the skin on the small of his back feels as you rub it in circles whenever you're trying to calm him down when he's upset. The way he kisses you. The way he holds you.
You have to remember how beautiful he is when he thinks no one's looking.
You turn around to find him standing there, awed expression on his face.
"Do you like it?" You ask, biting your lip and sticking your hands in the back pockets of your jeans. He just looks around the room, and makes a few attempts at talking before standing in front of you and kissing you on the lips.
"It's perfect," he whispers, putting his arms around you waist and resting his head on your shoulder. Your hands find their way to his lower back as you begin to rock him back and forth and hum some random tune that's found its way into your head. He steps back from you for a second as you remove each others shirts and for him to kick off his shoes.
You pull him down on to the bed with you, mapping out his mouth with your tongue as you do so. Both your pants and boxers are somehow lost within that ten minute period, and so are Adam's.
As you look at him lying next to you naked, you realize that he's the most beautiful person you've ever seen. Every freckle, tattoo, birthmark, and patch of hair is perfectly placed on his creamy skin. No mistakes were made on him.
You rest your head on his stomach for a second, taking a few deep breaths before looking up at him. He closes his eyes and nods at you in conformation, and you reach blindly over to the bedside table for the small vial that you're looking for, your gaze never leaving his.
As you open the small tube, you see that your hands are violently shaking. You stop for a few seconds before resuming what you were doing.
You press a finger inside of Adam. He closes his eyes trying to will his body to relax. You add a second finger and begin to stretch him more, hearing him whimper when you find that small spot inside of him.
"Johnny," He whispers, "please John..."
You pull your fingers out of him and prepare yourself. You position yourself at his opening, pressing yourself into him softly. He flinches, and you rub his inner thighs gently, trying to take some of the sting away. You know it wont work, but you do it anyway.
When your fully in him you touch his cheek softly, and he nods at you, letting you know that he's okay, and that he's ready.
Everything after this is a blur. Hardly any words are spoken between you two, the only noise filling the bedroom being the gasps and moans and whimpers of you both. Your senses seem to bleed together. Color, taste, sound and touch are one. You couldn't feel anything but the beauty that was this act, condemned by so many people as something that was a sin.
As it comes to an end, you two lay together, trying to catch your breath. You both sink into the blankets, Adam pulling the comforter over your heads as if you're trying to hide from the outside world. He snuggles into your side, and yawns.
"I love You Johnny" He states quietly before drifting off to sleep. You gently run your fingers through his hair before kissing his forehead.
"I Love you, Adam... I love you so much." You whisper, your eyes filling with tears when you realize that's probably the last time you'll ever get to respond to those words. You kiss him on the forehead again and close your eyes, begging for sleep so you don't have to face the reality of the situation.
This is your last night with Adam.