*BANG BANG

     he had been avoiding the room, knowing his sister was more than likely being threatening to adam. after all, all she had said since he left was what she was going to do when he came back and it only pissed tony off. so when he heard rosa leave, he came back in the living room, smiling at adam, and a little surprised as he pulled him close. he brought his hand to his cheek, stroking it as he kissed him back.

     ❝ we all fuck up baby.. its fine. ❞ he moved his hand to take his, giving him a small smile, ❝ i’ve already forgiven you.. honestly i’m just glad your home and your safe. that’s all i’ve actually wanted.. and hitting you in the face kinda helped but i do feel bad about that. ❞ laughing a little.

   ❝ however.. that black eye does make you pretty sexy. ❞

‘‘It ain’t fine, though. I know it. You know it.’’ Adam lifted his gaze to meet Tony’s. Fingers wrapping firmly around the other’s hand, squeezing it tightly before his grip loosened. He was tense. Anxious. He had a reason— he did. Forgiven or not, the older of the two was actually worried Tony would find it all bullshit. ‘‘… I’m glad to be back home. With you… And the babies.’‘

They’re all asleep at that point— it was LATE when Adam had suddenly strolled back in. He couldn’t wait to see them in the morning. The girls, his boy. Shit he hopes they all don’t HATE his guts for leaving so suddenly.

‘’I give you full permission to hit me a again if you need to. I deserved it.’’ He really did. Adam scoffed at Tony’s words, fingers dragging themselves over his bruised face.

‘’Should I always just have a black eye then…?’’

         ‘   you ever worry they may get stuck in there next thing you gotta try to dig around a sticky mess that is pussies and assholes?   ‘

           @paiddeath  boy.

          ‘   i heard from a birdie you wanna eat butterscotch candies out of assholes.   ‘

‘‘Well, that sound’s like a personal issue.’’

Good question though. Kinda hard, even. The hitman really isn’t sure. Recognized him at a gas station, left that alone on a very awkward note, never to see each other again Adam had thought. But then there was the bar, then Trevor’s place… And that scenario repeated itself a few times after that before seeing each other regularly.

Could have been the crude and shitty attitude they shared. Easier to get along with another asshole then trying to play decent for the everyday person. The partner in crime kind of deal.

‘’Tryin’ to H E L P? Shit---’’

‘‘By jabbing you’re filthy fuckin’ fingers where it hurts? I don’t want your damn help!’’ The hitman hissed between gritted teeth, a bloody, dirt coated hand grabbed Trevor’s wrist and shoved his hand away. He was acting no better then a bratty shit kid at that point. Adam rolled himself onto his side to give a pathetic attempt to get himself on his feet. Staggering in a jagged line and grunting with every step he dragged himself along.

He fell heavy against his car for support. Short of breath from that small of distance.