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Goneby Jess |
| The guitarist squinted
tiredly into the glaring light of his laptop. He flicked
the mouse around, clicking feverishly, his eyes jetting
back and forth at the movement on the screen. "'Ey, Edge," came a voice behind him. Edge jolted and whirled around, then exhaled with relief. "Hi Sparky...I was afraid you were Larry, coming to harp at me for being up so late before a show," Edge grinned. Adam rolled his eyes with a half-smile and sat down on the bed. He laughed when he saw the computer screen. "Solitaire!! Bloody hell, the way you were concentrating one would think you were deactivating a virus or something!" "Hey, I can win...eventually..." "Oh yeah? How many times have you won so far?" Edge thought for a moment. "Three." "And how many have you played?" "This is game 17," the computer nerd sighed. Adam set down his coffee and reached for the laptop. "Give it here, Reg. I think you've had enough for the night..." Edge's eyes grew wide and he clutched the computer to his chest. "No!! Just let me finish the game, Sparky!" He scooted away from the bassist. Adam crawled in front of him and began prying Edge's long fingers from the sides of the laptop, which only made Edge cling all the tighter. "Let...it...GO!!" "AAAHH! No! You just want to check your e-mail! I'm onto your tricks!" "I want to save you from nearsightedness and carpal tunnel! Come on, Edge!" Edge suddenly rolled over on the bed and slid onto the floor, standing up and hugging his precious device. Adam tumbled off after him and grinned as he walked closer to Edge, waving his fingers menacingly. Edge looked suitably scared and backed up more... ...Until he found himself trapped in a corner. He looked left and right anxiously as Adam came to a halt not 2 feet away from him. The bassist extended a hand. "Let me have it, Edge. You can play later...after you get some sleep!" "No," Edge said simply. He stuck his tongue out at Adam and cradled the laptop behind his back. He grinned. "Try and get it now, Adam!" Adam stood akimbo, looking condescendingly over the rims of his glasses at Edge. "That's pathetic." He then dove at Edge, who panicked and pressed against the wall, writhing as Adam's arms wove their way around him in an odd embrace, Adam clawing for the notebook computer. "Adam, ahhh...You're giving me claustrophobia!" "Quit making excuses," Adam gasped, reaching over Edge's shoulder and brushing his fingers on the rim of the laptop, "and give me the damn computer!" Edge jerked the laptop just out of Adam's reach and grinned as a thought came to him. He leaned forward and kissed Adam on the cheek. Adam paused and gave him a funny look while he slipped out of the corner, grinning wildly. Edge shoved the laptop in a drawer and shut it, standing in front of it, arms folded. "I win." Adam was watching him thoughtfully. Edge's smile faded to a puzzled frown. "Sparky?" Edge kissed me. When has he done that before?? The bassist shook out of his reverie. "Sorry...but that reminded me of those pictures from Achtung Baby..." Edge's brow furrowed in thought. "Ohhh...those pictures where you pecked me on the cheek and then I did the same to you?" "Yes." "What about them?" "I was just regretting..." Adam shook his head briskly and his cheeks colored. "Never mind!" He strode over to the bed and sat down, rubbing his temples and trying to rid himself of the unfinished sentence: ...Regretting that it was just that. A peck on the cheek. The bed shifted as Edge sat next to him. "Adam, regretting what?" What the fuck's up with you, Clayton? One tussle over a laptop and it's all over for you! Adam looked up into Edge's face. Concern etched itself in Edge's eyes. "Adam, is something wrong?" Adam was struck speechless, transfixed by Edge's eyes. Green-blue eyes that were watching him for a reaction. And oh, what a reaction Adam gave them. He couldn't help it; he was drowning in those eyes. And it was Edge who had sparked something with that peck on the cheek. Adam leaned in and kissed the guitarist full on the mouth, this time not regretting it. Not regretting anything. Edge's eyes flashed in a mixture of emotions that Adam couldn't pick up on before he closed his own. Yet a wave of shock went
through Adam when he discovered that Edge wasn't pulling
away. Finally Adam pulled away, gulping in air. He averted his eyes to the floor, refusing to drown in those eyes again... "Adam...I..." Edge faltered after a moment, his chest heaving in and out beneath his T-shirt. Adam glanced over at him, remaining silent. Edge swallowed, staring down at the hem of his shirt. Finally Adam voiced, "I'm sorry..." Edge's head snapped up and Adam caught the smile playing on his lips. "The only thing you ought to be sorry for is that we didn't do this sooner." Adam couldn't help grinning. "You don't mind...?" Edge's reply came in the form of a light kiss, his lips brushing against Adam's and his slender arm wrapping around Adam's waist. Adam returned the kiss, running his tongue along Edge's lips and clasping his arms behind Edge's neck. I'll be up with the
sun... ~Fin~ |