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[last_adam]

*Adam waits by the lake. He looks around him, making sure everything is ready. He's a little nervous, and takes a few deep breaths. Everything will go fine. It would. He's Adam, he can do this. He's got everything he needs, and he sits and waits.*

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[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul's curls re-knot themselves around Adam's fingers like wild vines.*

Is it over?

[last_adam]

*Adam stands Paul upright and kisses his forehead, running his hands down Paul's now-clean face*

Almost.

*he glances downward*

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul rolls his eyes, turns, and wades into chest deep water.

He hurls his trousers at Adam*

[last_adam]

*Adam laughs, falling back into the water with a splash. He washes the pants out in the soapy water and tosses them on shore with Paul's shirt. Clean shirt, clean pants, clean Paul. Adam snuck a peak at Paul*

... almost done, there?

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Smirks*

What are you implying?

[last_adam]

*The colour Adam turns is definitely a bright red*

I just- and wanted to know if-

*frustrated, he goes and sits on the shore*

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul frowns*

It was a joke.

[last_adam]

*looks confused*

No, no joke.

*he gathers Paul's clean clothes*

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul cocks his to the side.*

What do you mean?

*Wades to the shallower water: it just grazes his hip bones*

[last_adam]

I-

I don't know. I just, nevermind.

*he holds Paul's clothes in his lap and inspects them very carefully*

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Paul wades out of the water and stands beside Adam; naked.*

Adam. What are you looking at?

[last_adam]

*Adam stares fixedly at Paul's kneecaps. He swallows hard, and when he offers up his hands with Paul's clothes, they are shaking*

I, uh. Your clothes. They're clean now.

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Smirking*

So am I.

[last_adam]

*Adam nods absentmindedly, still holding out Paul's clothes*

Don't you want these?

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

Not particularly.

[last_adam]

Right, then. Right.

*Adam's head continues to nod as his hands clench the fabric. He looks upwards to meet Pauls eyes and-*

Oh.


oh.

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

Oh?

Just oh?

[last_adam]

*Adam swallows and opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out*

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Cockily*

Does that mean you're impressed?

[last_adam]

I-



ummmm.

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Suspiciously*

Is this a British thing?

[last_adam]

*coughs and shakes his head as if to clear it*

Hrmm? Is what a British thing?

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

*Sighs*

Adam.

Give me my trousers.

[last_adam]

*Adams eyes are blank*

Hmm? What?

*he looks down at the clothes he's nearly torn apart with his hands*

Oh, these?

[weallscream.livejournal.com]

Yes. Those. Unless you have a better idea?