leylined | (no subject)

Did you buy yourself a present?

It's for Drew, jerkface.

Does he have a thing for bears? Cause then he's barking up the wrong tree.

It's an inside joke. [Drew's pet name for Adam.]

How fucking cute. So he really is your boyfriend, then? Damn. I'm gonna have to tease you some other way now.

I don't know what we are. We didn't really talk about it.

Yet you're buying him teddy bears? Dude. Just buy a pack of condoms and figure it out. In fact. [Throws a condom at Adam's head] There. Use that. It's Magnum, so it might be too big, but you can give it a shot.

Not everything's about sex. [He looks at the condom and snorts.] And there's no way you use these, either.

Excuse me, shitwad? Would you like me to fling them into your room once I'm done using them, so you can see?

That proves nothing.

Are you angling to see my dick, or something?

Not interested. I'd rather seeing someone else's. [Adam frowns for a moment.] And I guess, since it's tangentially related, I really don't care about you bringing up your love life anymore.

Youre the one going on about proof. No ones ever complained about my dick. It goes above abd beyond. [He quirks an eyebrow] What's that supposed to mean?

Are you so sure? Have you taken a comprehensive survey of all the people you've been with?

[Adam shrugs.] It means that I can handle you talking about Ronan and yourself. I asked you to tone down the bragging about it and you did. I still love him. I think I always will. But I'm over resenting the fact that you guys are together. You both matter to me, and you guys make each other happy. It just seems dumb holding onto that at this point.

I'm bad at explaining this. But you get what I'm trying to say, right?

I can usually tell by the way they beg. I can take a survey though, if that's more pleasing to you.

O...kay. Yeah. Sure, I get what you're saying. You don't mind if I go on about how he gave it to me so good I could barely walk the next day. Got it. [He shoves at Adam's shoulder] That's cool of you though. I wont brag.

And somewhere in the world, a sociologist weeps.

Sure, as long as you don't mind if I go on about how Drew....[He smiles wryly.] Yeah, I got nothing. Just don't feel like you need to walk around eggshells with me.

Showing you my dick would be the easier route. But I wouldn't want to make you jealous all over again.

Sure, Parrish. You can fawn over your boyfriend, I have no problem with that. I'll probably make fun of you every once in a while, but that's pretty much expected. [he nods] Cool. Good to know. Glad you've moved on. About time, man.

As if.

Alright, I'll give you all the gory details then. [He laughs slightly.] Seriously, though. Do you think he'll like it? I don't know if it's too much when we haven't even really decided what we are.

Edited (Wrong icon) 2015-02-15 22:30 (UTC)

Don't worry, it happens.

Gory, huh. What does he have in his pants? [He looks the bear over and shrugs] I... don't know? I don't know him. But if it's a thing between you guys... by all means. Do you even know what he likes?

To lesser men, maybe.

I'm assuming a penis. I could be wrong, but it felt like one. [He nods.] Some stuff. Motorcycles. My car. The color red. Rain. Godzilla. Getting on my nerves.

Yeah, we are talking about you.

A gory penis. Cool. [He snorts] Sounds like hell of a guy. Aren't you fucking glad you have that car now? Give him the bear. He can tie it to the front of his motorcycle.

Now I can't get that image out of my head. Screw you. [He shudders.] Dare I ask why?

You said it, not me. [He shrugs] I dunno, some people put the shit they like in their cars. He has a motorcycle, so he has no actual place to put shit.

It'd ruin the image of badassery he's trying to cultivate.

Trying? [He snorts] Yeah, trying is probably right.