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(Anonymous)
Aug. 12th, 2010 10:20 pm (UTC)
Adam/Neil
INCEST. Not sex though. Just making out and touching and stuff. But yes.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 25th, 2010 06:36 am (UTC)
If You Broke, 1/??
And after all the drinks and bars that we've been to,
Would you give it all up, could I give it all up for you?
And after all the boys and the girls that we've been through,
Would you give it all up, could you give it all up,
If I promise, boy, to you, that I'll never talk again?


-- "Speechless, Lady Gaga

Neil is going to murder whoever is knocking on his door at 2:30 in the morning.

No—that's too merciful, he thinks, as he flips on the lamp, because the asshole isn't going away. First he'll tie them to a chair, then read them some of Adam's old poetry, then ask them to critique it, and then murder them. Preferably by strangulation with a towel, but he'll take what he can ge—

It's Adam, and his face has this horrible white look Neil associates with bad news and sickness. Neil drags him through the door, wanting Adam to have a wall to lean against if he passes out, all thoughts of towels and bad poetry immediately forgotten.

"You okay?"

Adam tries to nod, but it doesn't work out so well. "It's Tommy."

Neil fights to not roll his eyes. "Adam, it was two lines and I doubt anybody in the audience even noticed he fucked up," he says. "If it bothers you that much, talk to him in the morning, but don't lose a whole night's sleep because he—"

"He already came to see me," Adam interrupts, and then Neil feels a stab in his guts.

"Tell me you didn't let him quit."

"He wasn't planning to quit," Adam answers, and then he does slump against the wall, hands over his eyes like he's playing some child's game. "He said he saw his dad in the front row. That's when he missed the line." The idea of a hallucinating Tommy doesn't make Neil happy, but Adam keeps talking before Neil can say so. "The guy turned his head and then it was just somebody who kind of looked like him, you know the way stage lights fuck up everything . . . "

"But he lost his concentration," Neil finishes for him. "I'd fuck up too. Is he okay?"

"He is now." Adam sighs, and for a second he looks not twenty-eight but fifty. "He's sleeping down in my room."

Neil puts a few pieces together and then pulls Adam into a tight hug. "Are you okay?" he asks again, and this time he hears Adam choke back tears.

"It's just his fucking crying," Adam manages, and Neil guides him further into the room to sit on the bed before rummaging quickly in his fridge for a soda water and putting it in Adam's hand. Adam takes a couple of cautious sips of it, and then a deep breath and he's still crying but he's not choking anymore, and to Neil that's enough for now. "It's like . . . remember that crash we were in when you were like twelve where the rear window busted in? It's like that, only all over and if all the little glass pieces could actually cut you."
(Anonymous)
Oct. 25th, 2010 06:38 am (UTC)
If You Broke, 2/??
Neil glances at the sink over the minibar (he's supposed to be staff, he keeps telling Adam to stop fucking spoiling him already, but Adam keeps blithely not listening), then puts a couple of stoneware coffee mugs and a cereal bowl in it, arranges them, and turns on the water. Adam's never been able to adequately explain the sensation of running water to Neil—it's a shade of blue he's never quite figured out how to describe combined with some kind of milk drink they had as kids that Adam can't remember the name of—but it's something that calms him down. With the sink on Neil sits on the bed next to Adam and pulls him into a hug, rubbing Adam's back and, when Adam finally starts to cry in earnest, reciting all the state capitols because it's the only thing he knows well enough to keep going for awhile without stumbling over any of it.

Neil's voice tastes like banana nut bread, according to Adam. And it's green. Neil isn't entirely sure how green and banana nut bread sound good together, but like most things Adam says or does, he tries not to think about it too hard. Instead he just keeps up a steady murmur—Juneau, Alaska; Phoenix, Arizona; Little Rock, Arkansas; Sacramento, California—and finally sometime around the second time Neil hits Nebraska Adam rubs his eyes against the shoulder of his T-shirt. "Sorry."

"Don't be an asshole," Neil says. "You're allowed too."

Adam sniffles, and Neil finds a tissue box on the nightstand. "Don't use your shirt. That thing's got enough fucking abuse in it already." He waits until Adam cleans up, then pulls him back into a hug. Adam leans his head on Neil's shoulder, and Neil wonders how many fangirls would have heart attacks—or simply start a cry of "Photoshopped"—if they ever saw pictures of this, Negative Neil Lambert hugging somebody.

"You want to stay up here tonight?" Neil asks, and Adam shakes his head against Neil's shoulder.

"Can't. Tommy's down there and I don't want him to wake up alone. He's gonna feel shitty enough without thinking he kicked me out of my room." Adam sniffles again, and Neil feels the ghost of a memory, something about teeth . . . and then it's gone and there's just Adam leaning against his shoulder.

"Want a smoke before you go?"
(Anonymous)
Oct. 25th, 2010 06:54 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 2/??
That was a beautiful start and I can't wait to read more <33333
etharei
Oct. 25th, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 2/??
OMMMMGGGGG T__________T

I have such a soft spot for Neil-Adam brotherfic, so this scene makes me so happy. Adam crying, and talking about Tommy crying, and Neil being the strong one *wibble* CAN'T WAIT TO READ THE REST.
glammystephy
Oct. 25th, 2010 07:37 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 2/??
I love it! It's so.. sweet.
xxvikixx
Oct. 25th, 2010 08:04 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 2/??
OMGGGG need moar now!!

Love this so much already!
(Anonymous)
Oct. 25th, 2010 08:31 am (UTC)
If You Broke, 3/??
Adam shakes his head, and after thinking about it for a minute Neil comes to the conclusion it was a really stupid question, asking someone who's already depressed if they want a downer. Adam smiles at him. "Thanks, though." He hugs back, and if the smile—well-acted, but Neil's spent a cumulative sixteen years living with his brother and he knows a fake smile when he sees one—hadn't cued Neil in that hug would have, tight and encompassing but also clingy in a way Adam is not. Neil refuses to let go right away (and yeah, there are those disbelieving fangirls, he thinks, and this time it's almost enough to make him smile), instead stroking Adam's hair and trying to at least get a real smile out of him before he goes, instead of that flickering, I-won't-quite-look-in-your-eyes parody of one. He can smell Adam's cologne still on his neck—shit, he hasn't even showered yet?—and something about the brown-sugar-and-chocolate scent gives Neil another of those momentary flickers of memory. Don't go down the stairs! he thinks, in a child's desperate kind of voice, and then it fades.

Finally Adam starts squirming, and Neil lets go. "I'm sorry I woke you up."

"Woke me—fucking hell, Adam, you come in here talking about getting sliced open by flying glass and you're sorry you woke me up?"

Adam blushes easily when he's not wearing makeup, and the pink that blooms on his face is deep enough to cover both his cheeks and spread right across his nose. Neil's pretty sure Adam developed his resistance to embarrassment simply because that redhead's blush was far worse than anything that could cause it. "I know you've got to be up early."

"'I know you've got to be up early'," Neil mimics, wrinkling his nose and going not quite into falsetto to do it. "Jesus, Adam, if anybody on this tour can break my door down at two-thirty and walk away alive it's you. Don't give me that shit. That's what I'm fucking here for."

"Thanks." The smile is better this time, but Neil still catches the falseness at one corner of it as Adam gets up. "I should get going and let you—"

Neil has roughly half a second to imagine what would happen if Adam got up onstage this way, wrecked in a way booze and shit could never manage, and another half a second to run through his options. Adam won't stay the night, Neil's phone is dead and so there's no way to keep him around for five minutes to show him some new music video and make him think about something else, alcohol's just as out of the question as pot, they both love writing but it's a pretty solitary activity, and that's about it for tapping Adam's portable hobbies—

Except there was this one time at Burning Man when they were both drunk off their asses and high to boot, Adam on pot and Neil on mescaline, waiting to see if he could actually force himself into the state Adam lives his entire life in, this one time when a couple of Adam's friends were egging them on and they both said "what the hell" for half a dozen pictures far less embarrassing than Neil in Adam's clothes but far more incriminating, pictures Adam has told Neil both photographers involved have solemnly sworn to never, ever, ever release to anyone but Adam and Neil themselves, this one time when Neil spent a glorious two hours living in Adam's world and watching someone's guitar play colours, and as he thinks it Neil reaches out and grabs Adam's belt from behind and yanks.

This time they're not high or drunk or mostly-naked, and when Neil drapes his arms fast over Adam's shoulders and presses his lips to Adam's there's only a single moment of protest, Adam jumping in surprise before melting backward against Neil's chest. Neil has no idea if there's any kind of cross-connection, no idea if the drug-induced synaesthesia he experienced then is anything like what Adam normally gets, but even if it's not the way Adam's relaxing against him can't be anything but a good thing.

Adam pulls his legs up onto the bed when Neil doesn't make any move to pull away, and when the tip of Adam's tongue flickers shyly at the corner of Neil's lips he opens his mouth willingly; nobody's here to see them and it's working, and both of those things aside Adam wasn't lying when he said he's a pretty good kisser.
etharei
Oct. 25th, 2010 08:41 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 3/??
OMMMMGGGG I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, NONNY WHO IS NOT A NONNY. I KNOW WHO YOU ARRRE AND I LOVE YOU. SORRY I'M DRUNK BUT IT SEEMS ODDLY FITTING FOR THIS FIC. SO AWESOME. WANNA ROLLLLL AROUND IN IT. UNF BUT IN A VERY LOVINGLY WAY, LIKE BABOONS OR SOMETHING. PLUS IT'S HOT.
thezerbitz
Oct. 25th, 2010 08:48 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 3/??
This comment made me lol so hard my RA was called to quiet me down! ilu sfm!

for the fic- Anon who's not an anon, you know I love this so much already ^_^
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xxvikixx
Oct. 25th, 2010 09:02 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 3/??
*______________________________________*
2db1234
Oct. 25th, 2010 10:06 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 3/??
Ok, this is great. I loved the 'brother interaction' throughout, and at the end when it got a little '?' you pulled it off, I never got any ewww feeling. :) But what I really loved were the descriptions. The feeling of water, the sound of Neils voice, the way the guitar plays colors. These were wonderful!!!
(Anonymous)
Oct. 25th, 2010 10:49 am (UTC)
If You Broke, 4/??
Then his tongue flicks into Neil's mouth and that shard of memory clicks into place, it was his tooth, his front fucking tooth, when Neil was four and their mum left Adam in charge for ten minutes while she ran out to the car to bring in the groceries and Neil picked that exact moment to try going down the stairs with nobody holding his hand, and when Adam picked him up at the bottom his tooth was on the hardwood in front of him and Neil remembers screaming because there was blood in his mouth and he was sure he was dying. Adam—missing a front tooth of his own at the time—was the one who picked up Neil's tooth and made him press a napkin against the gap where it had been, pointing out the hole in his own teeth and breathing status as proof that Neil wasn't about to keel over where he sat, telling Neil with complete and total solemnity that he should put his tooth under his pillow for the Tooth Fairy (a being Neil's pretty sure Adam never actually stopped believing in, sort of the way he thinks Adam would still believe in Santa Claus if they'd grown up with Christmas instead of Chanukkah), and he smelled sugar and chocolate because they were making cookies, using up the last of the old eggs and brown sugar to make room for the new, cookies Neil couldn't eat until Adam broke one in half and told him it was okay to open your mouth extra-wide to bite when you had a tooth missing, and how the fuck could he have forgotten about that, about the first time he actually remembers Adam taking care of him? He's always remembered later that night when he was too scared to sleep alone because some strange thing with wings was going to come into his room and go rifling around in his bed, he's always remembered fleeing across the room to Adam's bed to curl up and bury his head in Adam's neck, breathing deep the smells of nighttime snack and big-boy soap instead of baby shampoo, but somehow he forgot how fucking young he must have been for his own hair to still smell like baby shampoo and that he wasn't even in school yet when his first tooth came out.

He remembers all that while he's the one holding Adam from behind instead of the other way around, while the smells are cologne and whiskey instead of soap and milk, when the part of Adam against Neil's teeth is his tongue instead of a pudgy, dough-smudged finger covered in coffee grounds, family recipe for anything that won't stop bleeding, and when Adam breaks away for air Neil has a moment to think that memory is its own kind of synaesthesia.

"Neil . . . ?" Adam looks confused, and Neil puts a finger against his lips. Shh.

Neil lets his hand fall, and Adam looks down at his own hands before his eyes flicker back up to Neil's face, asking a wordless question. Neil tries to stay neutral, and when Adam leans forward to kiss him again, shy as a boy on his first date—or even shyer, Neil thinks, Adam acts like he's gonna get slapped—Neil kisses back.

Adam waits until he's sure Neil is invested, not just pecking him back because that's what you're supposed to do when someone kisses you, and then he leans in and slides his arms around Neil's waist and kisses him, one hand sliding under Neil's shirt and the other one eventually drifting up into his hair while Neil kisses back and thinks about one blissful week he spent with Adam when he was sixteen and everything at home was going to hell, a week when he was specifically told he wasn't allowed to think about everything going wrong in San Diego, when Adam somehow managed to wrangle a week where he was only working two days and took Neil out with his friends and made him part of a group that had nothing to do with home, and then sat with him, held him, stroked his hair while Neil bawled into his shoulder, and Neil can only imagine now what it must have felt like for Adam then, because nothing Neil says or does vocally is ever exactly quiet.

He thinks about that week and puts it into now, a thank-you nine years late that he doesn't remember having ever actually given, and when he follows Adam's lead and slides his hand under the hem of his brother's shirt Adam shivers all over.
xxvikixx
Oct. 25th, 2010 10:53 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 4/??
FUCKKKKKKKK.
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2db1234
Oct. 25th, 2010 11:11 am (UTC)
Re: If You Broke, 4/??
... I really don't know how you are doing this. But I love the reverse caregiver role. It's all sooo good.
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