![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crush
Adam blinked, frowned, shook his head, and blinked again. "He's got a what?""A crush. Larry's got a crush on you. I can't believe you've not noticed that."
"Maybe I'm strange, Bono, but it never occurred to me that I would have to notice that my male drummer has a crush on me."
"And that Adam, is why you're not getting laid."
"Oh har-de-har, it is to laugh. Seriously, are you sure?"
"Adam, the looks he's been shooting you are smouldering enough that I noticed. Trust me, I'm sure."
"So what do I do?"
"Adam, do you need a talk about the birds and the bees?"
Adam smacked him. "Smartarse. I'm serious here!"
"Do I look like Aunt Abby? Go talk to him or something. Hell, drag him into the nearest room and screw him senseless for all I care. Just do something, will you? I'm getting tired of seeing him pine after you all the time." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving Adam confused and rather bewildered.
"Um, Larry?"
"Hm?" Larry looked up from his drum kit.
"I. Um." Shit, how do you ask someone if he's got a crush on you? "Um."
"You said that already. Spit it out, Adam."
"I. Um. I. Was talking to Bono and he. Um. Hesaidyouhaveacrushonme."
A loud clattering sound of drumsticks hitting the floor. "He WHAT?"
"He said you have a crush on me."
"I. Um."
Adam smiled. "I think that's my line."
Larry blushed. "I. Don't."
"You don't have a crush on me?"
"I didn't say that." Larry ducked to retrieve his drumsticks.
"Lar?" Adam frowned. "Are you hiding?"
Larry stayed hidden behind his drum kit. "No."
"Yes you are." Adam looked over the top of the drums.
Larry stood up. "Fine. Yes, I have a crush on you, okay? I've said it. Happy now?"
"I. Um."
"Yeah, you said that already." Adam flailed his arms around, at a loss for words. "I think this is where you run out in disgust and don't want anything to do with me ever again."
"I- Why?"
"Well, that's what straight guys do, Adam."
"And you're just assuming like that that I'm straight?"
It was Larry's turn to blink, confused. "Well ..."
"You know, Larry, when you make an assumption, you make an ass out of you and umption." Larry snickered despite himself. "Look, I ... I don't know what to do here, okay?"
"What, and I do?"
"Well, you started this."
"Did not."
"Did too."
"Did not. You're the one who barged in here and forced me to admit to this stupid crush."
"Only because Bono told me to!"
"Well, maybe we should ask Bono what to do, then."
"Well, he did sort of suggest I drag you into a closet and scr-"
"Adam!" Larry interrupted him. "No. If there's going to be ... whatever, it's not going to happen in a closet. And- What?"
Adam grinned at him. "You're cute when you blush," he said, causing Larry to blush even harder.
"Bastard."
"Aw, come on, Lar, don't be angry. I meant what I said." he stepped up to Larry, gently cupping Larry's jaw.
"Adam, what are you doing?"
"Shh. Let's just go with this, yeah?" And he pressed his lips against Larry's. Larry made a soft, surprised sound, but after a moment he started to respond. Adam moved his hand, tangling his fingers in Larry's hair and wrapping his other arm around Larry's waist. He felt Larry's arms tentatively embrace him and smiled into the kiss.
"Adam?" Larry whispered. "What the bloody hell are we doing?"
"It's called a kiss, Larry. And if you have to ask that, perhaps I'd better give you another one."
Larry ducked away. "Not here." He was blushing furiously.
"Your room?"
Larry hesitated for a moment, then nodded and led the way.
Once upstairs, Adam looked around. "Nice room."
"You've been here before, you know."
"Oh. So I have. What am I doing here again?"
"Adam," Larry growled threateningly.
"Sorry," he snickered, but you're cute when you're angry. And when you blush, too, but I said that already. And I'm going to have to kiss you, now." And he did, lips softly brushing Larry's at first, then more firmly as Larry leaned into the kiss. Carefully opening his mouth, he slid his tongue across Larry's lips and received a whimper in return. Adam put his hands on Larry's hips, carefully steering him towards the bed.
"Adam, what are you doing?"
"Bed."
"I- Hey!"
"Oh, for fuck's sake, Larry. I'm not going to take advantage of you, I just want some comfort."
"Fine, okay. Just let me close the door first."
So Adam released Larry and hopped on the bed and waited for him to lock the door. Larry returned and stood next to the bed, looking at Adam. Adam looked back. "Are you just going to keep standing there? Come here." Gingerly, Larry climbed onto the bed and settled against Adam, who softly stroked Larry's hair. "Are you all right?"
"Yeah, just feeling a little weird, that's all."
"Bad-weird or good-weird?"
"Weird-weird."
Adam chuckled. "Good enough." And before he could say more, Larry was kissing him and he had better things to do than think for a while.
