#dc peacemaker

-

He sits as close to you as possible in every briefing. He laughs way too hard at your jokes, and even at some of your comments that aren’t meant to be funny. He stares at you with his ‘cartoon heart eyes’ every time you enter the room, and looks like a sad puppy every time you leave it.

It gets annoying fast. And you’re the only one who doesn’t seem to notice.

You don’t get irritated with him, like everyone else does. For a while, each and every member of the team wonders what your breaking point is going to be. If one day you’ll snap when he rambles to you about anything and everything under the sun, and he’ll end up with a bullet between his eyes before he can finish telling you a new random fact about owls.

And yet, you don’t break. In fact, you don’t even seem like you’re humoring him. You listen when he talks like you’re actually interested in what he has to say. Laugh with him when no one else does. You smile when he enters the room, and you even have inside jokes with him that make him laugh like an absolute lunatic.

And yet, despite how painfully obvious it is to everyone else, you still don’t seem to notice his crush.

-

Chris hits his breaking point when he borrows Adrian’s phone, trying to look up directions to the new meeting spot after his own gets smashed in a fight.

“Okay, dude. We gotta talk about this shit.”

“What?” Adrian looks genuinely confused, turning to him with a completely innocent expression.

“First of all, your phone passcode is her birthday.”

Adrian is immediately on the defensive, pink tinging his cheeks as he grips the steering wheel and looks directly out the front window.

“I-what? No, it’s not! It’s a random combination of numbers. If it’s her birthday that’s a total coincidence. Who even is the she in question, anyway? Like I said, I have no idea what mysterious birthday you’re talking about.”

“Your screensaver is her face.”

“My screensaver is a picture of the whole team, because we’re all friends! If my phone maybe zoomed in on a particular person’s face, I have no control over that! I’m a crime fighter, not a master of technology.”

Chris does not let up, and Adrian looks like he’d be less tortured if his pinky toe was cut off again.

“Okay, then why did you Google her name like, twenty times?”

“For research. She’s part of the team! Who says I don’t Google all of you, in case someone - other than you, of course. You’re my best friend and so I know you’re not - is compromised somehow?”

“Dude, just admit you’ve got it bad.”

“I don’t have anything bad!”

“It’s fine, man. She’s like, a solid ten. If you want some advice, bro to bro, I can give it to you.”

Chris is Adrian’s best friend - well, outside of you now, of course - and he does hook up with lots of people.

So, against anyone’s better judgement, Adrian takes his first bit of seduction advice.

-

The briefing the next day is weird.

Very weird.

When Adrian sits down, he doesn’t sit next to you. In fact, he sits across from you, eyes boring into the side of your head when you aren’t looking and darting away immediately when you seem to feel the weight of his gaze on you. When the meeting breaks, and everyone begins to grab their various weapons and get their shit together to load up the van, he sidles up to you in a way that’s so purposefully casual it draws the attention of the rest of the team.

He leans against the counter on one elbow, looking at you through his glasses from the side.

“Sup.” And that word does not sound right coming from Adrian Chase. It especially sounds off with how much deeper he seems to be trying to make his voice.

Your brows furrow, and you continue to load your gun as you glance over at him. “Sup.” You mimic, just as purposefully low, and offer him a familiar little smile.

That seems to disarm him, just a little. Just enough to make him seem impossibly more awkward as he collects himself and continues. 

“I was uh…I was just thinking about how I went out last night. There was a girl with an awesome ass at the bar. Totally top-tier. She was super hot.”

Your confusion is palpable. Some of the team cringes behind your back. Neither you nor Adrian notice. “…Okay.”

“I mean, you could be hot too. If you did your…hair different.”

“Thank you?”

“I mean, not that your hair isn’t great. And your shampoo smells nice. Not that I’ve like, smelled it or anything. It’s- you wear a lot of shampoo.”

“I wear a lot of shampoo?” You repeat, finally cocking your head to the side and looking him fully up and down, taking in everything from his stance to the odd way he’s trying to speak to you. “Are you okay? Did you drink weird milk again?”

“Huh? No! I just…you know, I was just saying you… smell, you know?” he trails off, looking a little lost, and you nod slowly like you think he might be on drugs.

“Okay, thanks… I’m gonna start loading up the van.” You offer him an awkward smile, pick up a gun, and make your way out the door.

He deflates so much, so quickly, that he looks like a popped balloon.

“Dude.” Chris says, sympathy and horror coating his tone. “What the fuck was that?”

“You said to neg her!”

“First of all, if you took Smith’s advice this whole situation is gonna get ten fucking times more annoying.” Harcourt snaps, rolling her eyes and holstering her own gun. “Second of all, who the fuck thinks negging works?”

“Hey, I’ve hooked up with a shit ton of people. If you do it right and not like whatever the fuck that was-“ Chris starts, only for Harcourt to hold up her hand and cut off the end of his sentence.

“She’s not some dumbass at the dive bar, you fucking frat boy.”

Adrian doesn’t seem to be very invested in the argument that follows. He looks two seconds away from bursting out the door and trying the ‘negging’ thing again, like he might be able to get it right with practice. Peacemaker himself gave him the advice, after all. It should work if he just does it right, right?

“Just be yourself.” Adebayo chimes in, a softer voice cutting against the sharp tones in the room. “She seems to like you plenty as yourself. Not…whatever that was.”

“It was negging. It’s when you insult someone to make them-“

“I know what negging is.” She stops him with a helpless shake of her head. “I mean don’t do that.”

He frowns. Looks toward the door again like his eyes might be able to find you through it. “What should I do instead?”

“Be yourself.” She repeats, emphatic. “If she likes you, she’s gonna like you a lot less if you keep insulting her. Or…trying to. I couldn’t really follow what you were doing there.”

And so, now with better judgement, Adrian takes his second bit of seduction advice.

-

You fall asleep on him in the van. It happens slowly, beginning with your eyes drifting shut to the rocking and bumping of the vehicle and ending with your head thunking onto his shoulder.

He freezes. Completely, totally freezes. He tries to catch the attention of the rest of the team, but they’re all too distracted either drifting off themselves or taking stock of their own wounds.

And then, slowly, like you might vanish if he jostles you too much, he leans his body back against the wall. You go with him, still peacefully asleep with your bloody cheek resting against his shoulder and your body so, so close to his.

Okay, step two.

Though patience has never really been his forte, he manages to move his arm with the slow precision that only stems from the years of training and practice that made him such a skilled killer. In what feels like an eternity, that arm is finally wrapped around you, and he positions you to lie more comfortably against his side, pulling your body closer to his and trying not to vibrate from the feeling of your warmth seeping into his skin.

You don’t wake. You mumble something in your sleep, your own mask off and resting beside you, and turn your head into him with a sigh.

You’re so warm. Still covered in blood and dirt and grime but still so, so unbelievably pretty. Actually, you’re always prettier than usual after a fight. Exhausted and full of adrenaline just like how he gets. Your smile is always brighter. Your eyes hold the same excitement as his own. Shit, he almost wants to wake you up just so he can look at your eyes, though he wouldn’t dream of risking losing this moment.

His hand comes up, and his fingers glide through your hair like he’s mesmerized by the feeling of it - which he is. You hum in response to the feeling, still sleeping as your body melts a little bit more into his, and he feels like every nerve inside of him is on fire.

And then, like a bit of a creep, he turns his head into your hair and inhales. You smell so nice. Like sweetness and spice and blood and dirt. He wants to touch you all over. He wants to pull you all the way into his lap and wake you up by kissing you. Like, everywhere. He wants to study you in more ways than just all of the endless staring he’s been doing over the last few weeks. Like the way you might feel against him, with more than just your head and side pressed against his body. Or the noises you might make when he-

A throat clears.

When Adrian looks up, everyone is looking at him.

“Are you…sniffing her?” Leota asks, nose scrunched up in an expression he doesn’t understand. Whatever. He doesn’t understand a lot of expressions. But he understands yours. And when he doesn’t, you usually explain it to him. It’s one of the many, many things he likes about you.

“Do you have a boner right now?” Chris asks, and that expression might be disgust, though he doesn’t really understand why. Chris has seen you, right? You’re probably the hottest person Adrian’s ever seen. How is he not supposed to get a boner when you’re pressed up against him and he can feel your soft breath against his neck? And now you’re moving, snuggling a little more into his side, and he couldn’t help his grin if he wanted to as he turns to press his nose into your hair again.

“Fucking weirdo.” Harcourt mumbles, and Adrian couldn’t care less.

-

He decides to - finally - ask you out. He comes up with at least ten different plans, and keeps asking for advice about every single detail until the rest of the team is minutes away from punching him if he says another word about it.

And, in the end, he doesn’t follow a single one of those carefully detailed plans. He doesn’t even come close.

This battle was rough. Chaotic and violent and seeming to last for hours until everyone is drenched in blood and covered in bruises and limping their way back to each other to regroup.

You just blew a group of butterflies up with a grenade. You didn’t move back far enough to keep the blood and guts off of you. In fact, you’re still wiping it from your face, grinning like a fucking maniac as you pull your nearly-ruined mask from your face and take in the scene before you.

Adrian is already making his way towards you like a man hypnotized. His own mask is off. His hair is damp with sweat. His face is almost as bloody as yours.

“Holy shit! Did you see that?” You ask, eyes wild as you turn to him. “That was awesome! I mean, I didn’t expect that to-“

He grabs you. One bloody hand fists in your hair, the other wraps around your waist, and he yanks you into him and kisses you so hard the force of it would knock you backward if he weren’t crushing you to him so tightly.

The 11th Street Kids watch, awed. You make a muffled noise of surprise, eyes going wide as his mouth moves against yours.

And then you wrap your arms around his neck, and you kiss him right back.

For a while, no one speaks. Your hands tangle in Adrian’s hair, and his other hand drops to join the first around your waist. He lifts you off of your feet. You wrap your legs around his waist. He groans shamelessly, and presses you up against the nearest tree so hard it almost looks like it hurts. You don’t seem to notice, stabilizing yourself with one hand gripping at his back while you pull at his hair and draw a noise from him that echoes through the forest.

“This is getting gross.” Economos says, and cringes as Adrian’s hands start to rip at your tactical gear.

“They are covered in blood.”

“Does anyone wanna stop them before they fuck in the middle of the woods?”

“I’m not going anywhere near that.”

Armor is beginning to come off, crashing to the ground as cloth rips and Adrian starts to mumble incoherent - and probably wildly inappropriate - nonsense into your mouth and against your skin, kissing and biting his way down your throat.

“Okay, you know what? They can figure out how to get home. My eyes are starting to burn.”

Hours later, you do find your way home, breathless and grinning and covered in new marks from a very different type of battle.

Adrian never heard so much noise in his life and he lived next to his brother for eighteen years. Chris made him come to this dumb party, he said that he needed to go out, that he needed to meet someone (girls or boys, Chris wouldn't judge, he would swing both ways too). Adrian was going because of pure pressure, he wanted to impress Chris, but being a twenty-one old virgin wasn't a good description for a friend that Smith would like to show off to people as his best friend.

So, Adrian went, and he was hating it, it was way too loud, people were way too drunk and the lights flickered way too much. That's why he didn't went to any parties, Chris said he was crazy for almost being finished with college and never went to a party and fucked someone in the bathroom. He wouldn't do that, why he would fuck in a bathroom?  And even most importantly, who he would fuck in a bathroom?

Chris complained about Adrian's clothes, but he felt like he was looking good, he had jeans on and an oversize long sleeve dark green shirt with two white stripes, he looked good. Chris on the other hand looked like a pimp, but Chase wouldn't tell him that.

Chase was leaning against the kitchen counter, in a corner, holding a beer cup, not drinking it, looking down, completely dissociating from reality. He was feeling well until Chris interrupted his out of body experience.

"Dude", Chris started, holding his arm, "come on, we will play spin the bottle, you need to come."

Adrian just allowed himself to be pulled while complaining, "What are we, dude? Thirteen?"

Chris pulled him to the basement, stopping him in the middle of the stairs, "You're not gonna complain when a hot girl makes out with you… or a hot guy… I don't judge."

Adrian rolled his eyes, "We all know you suck dick too, Chris, you don't have to explain yourself."

He gave a proud smile, "Yeah, I do", and he started pulling Adrian downstairs again, "Let's go."

When Adrian noticed he was sitting on the floor, on a soft shag carpet, that he kept caressing. Around him there were four different girls and three guys, most of them he knew the faces from the campus. He was okay with the idea, it was nerve wracking being there, but it was kind of dark, people were kind of tipsy, so he didn't mind. Until you sat down. Right in front of him, making him swallow hard. You weren't in his course in college, but you had some classes together. Adrian had a huge crush on you, you were nice and always said hi to him, but he kept it to himself. If that bottle stopped on you two, he would throw that bottle across the room.

Adrian dissociated again, the bottle spun and spun and people made out with each other while he was calculating the possibility of actually kissing someone and the possibility of kissing you.

"Dude, it's you", Chris poked him on his bicep, waking him up from his dissociating.

Adrian looked at the bottle pointed at him, and he followed the direction where the bottom was pointing at, and swallowed hard, feeling his face heat up while his stomach froze. You looked at him and smiled, getting on your knees to get close to him. He could hear "Counting Stars" by OneRepublic playing upstairs.

You got really close to his face, "Hey, Adrian", you whispered.

"Hey…", he was so nervous.

"Do you really want to do this?"

He felt a huge finger poke his bicep again, by his peripheral vision he could see Chris' hands moving encouraging him to do it. Adrian nodded, answering you. You smiled again and held his face going in for the kiss. First, it was just a peck, and Chase already felt dizzy, but you started speaking again.

"This position is awful", you said, he only nodded, he would agree to anything with you so close to him like that, "Straighten your legs."

Adrian complied without even thinking about what you would do. He swallowed dry when you passed your legs around his and sat down on his thighs. Adrian's hands started to shake, he still heard the song in the background, but now sounded even more distant, like the whistles and people's sheers because of your action. The kiss restarted, Adrian's hands involuntarily went to your hips, and grabbed harder when he felt your tongue on his lips.

He opened his mouth and allowed you to do whatever you damn pleased with him. The kiss was hungry on Adrian's side, you just complied. Your tongue slid through his, your hands played with his hair. The kiss wasn't that long, because it couldn't and because you felt something on your thigh, pressing against it.

When you parted this kiss and looked at Adrian without understanding at first, and then you smiled. Your smile made his cock throb, making his eyes widen, "Fuck", he whispered. He started to move back, using his hands to slide his legs from under you.

"Adrian? Where are you going?", Chris asked, watching Adrian get up.

"I need to make a call", he said, quickly, going upstairs.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You would think he was a perverted nerd. Not even five minutes of kissing with a hot girl on his lap and he already had a raging boner to hump you with.

He got inside the first bathroom he found, closing the door behind him with a bang. His hand went to his hair, "Fuck", he passed around the bathroom two times and groaned, "Fuck", he said again looking at the boner in his pants. The outline was perfectly marked down, he was hoping no one noticed while he was desperately leaving the basement. He could even notice the throbbing, "You're not going down, huh?", he said to his own throbbing cock.

He leaned against the sink, his butt resting lightly against the edge of it. He opened his pants and lowered his underwear just enough to get his cock out. He was so ridiculous, one little kiss and his cock was like that already. He was such a fucking virgin, good god.

He let saliva fall on his hard cock and spread it all over the shaft. He whimpered softly as he started to move his hand up and down himself, giving the tip a harder squeeze from time to time, feeling precum wet his hand, helping out with the movements. He only could think about you and the kiss, he could feel your soft lips on his, your hands on his hair, you tasted like mango Monster energy drink and you smelled like plums. Fuck, it felt so good. He could feel all those eyes on him, while you were on his lap, kissing him. Did he have an exhibitionism fetish? Maybe, the idea of everyone seeing you on his lap kissing him was making his cock throb.

He got startled when he heard a soft knock on the door, "Just a second", he said in a choked voice, wanking even faster. The person knocked again, "Just a second!", if that fucking person didn't stop the knocking he would take longer.

His eyes got wide when he heard the door opening, he looked in that direction and watched you get in and close the door behind you.

"Oh, shit!", he said in complete desperation.

"Hi", you said softly, finally noticing what he was doing.

His face turned bright red, he tried to cover himself with his own arm. His pretty green eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights. He looked adorable.

"I'm so sorry", he said in desperation, his eyes even getting wider when you started to get close, "I'm sorry…"

"I got worried about you, Adrian", you said, softly, caressing his bicep from the arm that he was using to hide his (huge) shame. He closed his eyes tighter, looking at you again, he could feel his cock throbbing, "You left so quickly… I thought you might be sick or something."

"I… I… I'm sorry…", he groaned, "I don't want you to think I'm a perv… It's just… the kiss... It was nice…"

Shit, he was such a dumbfuck. "It was nice"? "Nice" gives him a giant, red, ranging boner? Could he be more of a virgin?

"Satan… please… open a hole on the floor and take me", he thought, "I will be a great butler in the Underworld."

"I thought the kiss was nice too", you said, with a smile. You looked so naive, like a saint, but Adrian knew you were the devil and you were there to make so much blood go to his face he will get an aneurism, "But I think it was kinda quick, don't you think?"

He nodded without even noticing, looking at your lips, "So quick", he agreed. And then he noticed what was happening when your hand started to go down his forearm and tried to take his arm out of the way, "No", his eyes widened again, "I'm so sorry… I think you're so pretty… I didn't mean to."

"You didn't want to get a boner from kissing me?", you pouted, caressing his hair. He let out a whine, feeling his cock throb again, "You sound so cute…"

"Please… I'm sorry…"

You smiled, "You are such a good boy knowing all your magic words. Would you like some help?", his arm went soft, letting you pull it out of the way. He nodded, biting his bottom lip, he didn't even notice his actions, he was so lost with all his blood in his cock, your pretty face so close to his and your hands on his hair and arms.

You pulled him in for a kiss, your hand going to his cock, holding it firmly going up and down. His eyes closed and he moaned quietly, just letting you do whatever you wanted with him. Your hand was so soft and warm and would go up and down so good around him. His tongue copied your moves, you led the way and he just complied, melting against your fingers.

You parted the kiss, giving him your hand. He immediately knew what you wanted him to do, so he let saliva run down from his lips to your hand, that got back to its work, going up and down his throbbing, leaking cock. Adrian looked deep in your eyes before closing them so he could moan and throw his head back. You took advantage of the free space and started kissing his neck. He smelled so good and his skin was so soft. You took a little bite, just to see if he would like it. His legs trembled when he felt your teeth on his tender skin, his body tensed up when you sucked a hickie on his neck.

"Fuck, that's so good", he whined.

You smiled and licked on top of the sucked skin, he was already delicate in that area and after getting a hickie it was even more delicate.

"Please", he begged, "You need to stop."

"Why?", you asked, looking at him, his pleading eyes looked so pretty, so shiny, the green was so pretty too, he was so cute, you wanted to eat him up. Your hand stopped a bit on his tip and started to pump the area on your fist, "Don't you feel good?"

He nodded, "So, so good", and he bit his lip, "It's just… I don't think I can hold in…"

"Oh, Adrian", you smiled softly, "It's okay. I really wanna watch you cum. I bet you look so cute."

He bit his lip, again watching your hand around his cock, pumping the shaft even faster, your hand putting just the right pressure. His eyes went up to yours, and you smiled and got back to kissing him.

"Fuck", he cursed, letting his body free to feel the pleasure you were giving him.

Your tongue licked his, your teeth bit his bottom lip, and your hand kept masturbating him. He whined loudly when your other hand cupped his balls and massaged it. One of his hands was holding the sink, so he would just fall to the ground, and the other went to your hair, caressing it while kissing you.

His body tensed up, his legs straightening, he stopped kissing you just to whine while looking in your eyes. He looked so cute, his cheeks were pink, his lips, red and wet, his cock was leaking on your hand.

He came in your hand, thick ropes of cum falling your wrist and fist. His body arched when you kept masturbating him, "Too sensitive", he whined, closing his eyes with such force.

"You're so pretty", you whispered.

You finally let go of his cock when his hand held your wrist, and you did it chuckling maliciously, "You're so fucking hot…", he took a deep breath and looked at your hand, "I'm sorry for getting you dirty."

"I don't mind", you assured softly, caressing his hair with your clean hand.

"Let me help you…"

He took your hands to his lips and started licking his own cum on it, looking you in the eyes, while you watched his tongue run down your skin and collect his own cum. When he was done, you pulled him by the soft curly hair and kissed him, licking the cum on his tongue.

Shit. He could feel his cock throbbing again, he just came, he needed to calm down. But, fuck, how would he calm down with your hands on his hair? You still tasted like mango Monster energy drink and the plum smell was so fucking good.

"I wanna make you feel good too", he whispered, giving a peck.

You nodded, you touched the hem of your own black tight crop top and pulled up, letting your breast out. He understood why it was called "flashing", he was going blind from how good your tits looked. His head leaned towards them, you held them together for him, offering yourself to him. And his fucking cock was throbbing again. He licked each of your nipples first, before replacing your hands with his. Tits were so fucking soft, he whined and started sucking on your nipple, his hands massaging your muscle while he did his work.

You moaned softly caressing his soft curls, looking at him in his eyes. Sucking tits was amazing. Tits were amazing for that matter. Fucking your tits must feel like a dream.

"Adrian", you whispered, grinding against his thigh between your legs.

He smiled, shyly, "Look, if I'm not good, you have to let me know, okay?", you nodded and he turned you both around. He held your black pleated skirt up, "Hold it for me, please", he asked, politely, you just obeyed, watching him get on his knees.

Adrian put your right leg on his shoulder, pulling your lilac panties to the side, giving a temptive lick on top of the wet folds. That light lick made your body jerk lightly, and Adrian smiled, that kind of power was so fucking amazing. He dipped his tongue in your pussy, looking at you. You could swear that his pupils dilated when he tasted you. He hummed quietly and tightened his grips on your thighs, sinking his tongue between the wet folds, licking your already hard clit. 

You tasted so good, it was so sweet. He kept licking and sucking watching you closely. Your chest was rising and falling so fast, your hand was fisting the skirt, your hips grinded down against his lips, your face contorted adorably while you were enjoying yourself and moaning for him. Yep, his cock was hard as fuck right now.

One of his hands went to the middle of your legs, one of his fingers entered you without any difficulty, which made him smile while putting another finger next to the first one. You moaned and squirmed around, you felt so fucking good. His pretty eyes were on yours, watching your reactions so he could keep on doing his marvelous work. The orgasm hit you with such force, your body trembled, a loud moan left your mouth without you even noticing.

Adrian licked and fucked your pussy while you had your orgasm, when it became too much, you held him by the hair, pulling him away, "Stop, please."

He smiled dumbly, his lips completely wet, little strings of your pleasure connecting them to your pussy. He looked beautiful like that, smiling softly, his eyes dark, his lips covered in your pleasure, his hair all messy, his cheeks still rosy. He looked like a fucking painting.

"Fuck, you taste good", he said whipping what was left of you wth the back of his arm, getting up, "I think everyone heard you by the way."

You gave him a peck, smiling, "I don't mind", you shrugged, "I like when people know I just had a great orgasm."

"I'm happy you liked it", he smiled.

"Adorable", you complimented and kissed him.

His cock pressed against your thigh, it was crazy how fast he was ready to go again, you would have so much fun with him.

"Do you wanna fuck me?", you asked.

His eyebrows rose, his cheeks flushing. His cock was on your thigh, but he was still ashamed of how bad he wanted to fuck you, "Please."

"Such a polite boy", you complied.

He should have listened to Chris and got the condom he tried to give to him when they arrived at the party, "I don't have a condom", he whispered.

"I don't mind if you don't."

He looked surprised, "You don't?"

"Nope… If you do mind, I can go look for one and you wait here."

Adrian looked at his own cock and then you, "I don't mind…"

You chuckled and looked at the sink, "I think that this sink will break if we fuck on top of it."

You turned around and offered your ass to him. He took a deep breath, his cock resting on top of your ass. His hands went to your waist, trembling uncontrollably. "Control yourself, Adrian", he thought, taking a deep breath.

He pulled your panties down your legs and left it on top of the sink. He took another deep breath and positioned himself, "May I?"

You looked at him over your shoulder, his eyes crossing his own in the mirror in front of you before looking at you, "How do you say?"

"Please?"

You smiled, "Fuck, I'm gonna have fun with you."

He wished you would make him your sex toy and just let him lay in your bed while you sat on his face for hours on end. He whined when he started pushing his cock in. He was big, his fingers got in fairly easy, but with his cock, you needed a little more time.

It took all his strength not to just cum when he was all in, balls deep inside you. Adrian bit his lip and started moving slowly. You felt so tight and wet and warm, it would be fucking hard not to cum in five seconds. 

"Move, please", you pleaded.

And he obeyed, like the good boy he wanted to be for you. He started thrusting slowly, pulling your body through the hips in opposite movements from his own hips. One of his hands went to your hair, holding it while the other kept on your hips. He watched mesmerized as your ass shook from the movements.

"Fuck", he cursed and looked at you.

Your face was pressed against the mirror, he could see his face behind yours in the mirror. Your breath was fogging the mirror while you moaned. He felt incredible.

You were pulled by the hair, you looked at him and just let him kiss you while he fucked you. Adrian went fast and deep, you could feel how desperate he was, but you were too. The moans and slaps of skin against skin filled the tiny bathroom, if someone was waiting outside to use the bathroom they deftly could hear how good you felt and that idea made his hands tighten their grip on you.

"Adrian", you whimpered, so needy.

"You feel so good", he pleaded.

"I wanna cum."

"Fucking please, cum on my cock… please… I will do anything you want…"

You chuckled, "You're cute."

You got his hand from your hip and pulled it between your legs. Immediately he got what you wanted and just obeyed your demand. He started to massage your clit quickly while he kept fucking you with so much force. It was so fucking good. His free hand passed through your belly and he hugged you, making you two even closer, going even deeper. You kept on kissing, it was easier to kiss like this, the movements were as harsh as they were before.

You both whined together, your core squeezing him so good. You felt his cum fill you up and your legs shook, cumming too. Adrian's body was thingly, he just came inside his crush. How did he become so lucky? If he showed up in parties earlier could he have fucked you deep and fast much earlier?

He slipped out of you making you boat groan, "Fucking shit", you whispered.

"I agree", he said, turning you to him, "Do you feel okay?"

"Yes", you nodded, "And you?"

He nodded, happily, "I'm sorry for pushing your face against the mirror", he said, looking guilty, he could see the mark on the glass on where your face was.

You shook your head, "Don't be sorry, I loved it", you caressed his face, giving him a peck, "I think I have to go… My friends must be worried", Adrian nodded, put his cock inside his pants again and helped you adjust your clothes, when he got your panties, you smiled and shoved inside his pocket, "It's for you…", he hated to admit, but was going to do foul things to those panties. You smiled and got your face really close to his, "If you do anything with them, record it and send it to me."

"Yes…", he nodded, "Anything you want", you smiled again, kissing him softly, hugging his neck. When the kiss stopped he looked at you with big puppy eyes, "See you monday in class?"

"Don't you wanna see me tomorrow?"

"I have a DnD session tomorrow afternoon… we can go out after, if you would like."

"Can I come? To the DnD session?"

Adrian smiled, brightly, "If you would like you can play too!"

"I would love it! I will let you know where to pick me up, okay?"

He nodded, "Okay."

You gave him another peck and finally let him go, going to the door. When you opened, Chris was on the other side, his arms crossed, waiting for Adrian to finally come out. He was worried that he had passed out in there. More five minutes and he would break the door down. When he saw you, his eyes widened, looking from you to Adrian, who waved shyly, getting red again.

"What's up, Chris?", you smiled.

"I'm good and you?"

"I'm good too", you smiled like you were an angel and you didn't just allow Adrian to cum deep inside your pussy.

"She is going to the DnD session tomorrow", Adrian said.

Chris looked at him a little angry, "You shouldn't talk about those things with hot girls, Adrian", he mouthed that to Adrian.

"I could take my friend Emilia with me, if you don't mind", you said.

Chris looked at you, his eyes wide, "Yes! Yes, please, take her, please."

You smiled, "You're really dumb", and you pushed Chris out of the way and before you could leave, you looked at Adrian, "Don't forget my video, okay?", and you winked, while Adrian nodded eagerly watching you leave.

"Dude", Chris whispered, "one party and you fuck that hottie in the bathroom?", he laughed loudly, "You're my hero!"

Adrian smiled shyly and got pulled by the hand by Chris so you could celebrate with a few drinks. Adrian complied, but if he was honest, he preferred going home and recording that video for you. But staying he could still be with you and drink with you and Emilia, that made Chris happy too. He should have gone to parties waaaay earlier.

...

"Why the fuck are you being like this?! is it so hard not to risk your life for once?! You almost fucking died!" you yelled for the first time in your entire 2 year relationship.

You two were fighting the white dragon's men, when mid fight adrian dropped something and he quickly slit the man's throat before looking for it, causing him to get shot.

"Don't yell at me, babe. I'm not yelling at you." he said quietly.

"I'll yell at you because you were being stupid!" you screamed at him. "You're bleeding, i dont have medical experience and i dont know how to stop this and i dont want to lose you over some stupid thing you lost!''

''It's important to me -''

''I don't give a single, motherfucking fuck! You got shot! shot, adrian-''

''I'll be fine though -''

''What if you don't?! i -''

''For fucks sake, babe i got shot at my leg not my neck!''

''I didn't goddamn asked!''

There was too much blood pouring out of his leg and you were starting to think he was gonna die of blood loss or he'll be paralyzed or have his leg amputated.

''Why would you do that?! is it so much more important than getting out of here alive?! huh?!"

He let you scold him, let you hurl insults while you try your best to give him first aid. He let you do all that because even though your words are venomous, you clearly didn't mean it. You were worried, and rightfully upset. Your hands were shaking so bad, and your breathing was labored as you try to help him.

You were scared to lose him, and adrian can't help but understand why. He got shot because he didn't want to lose the engagement ring he saved up two years for. Three, if you count the year he met you. Because the moment he laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted to marry you. He knew he'd rather go deaf than never hear your voice again, go blind than never see your face again, armless if it meant he never got to hold you in his arms again.

He may be wrong in so many things, he may be the ''weird boyfriend'' your family called, he may be the psychopath the team needed but he knew one thing:

He'd rather die than leave your side.

''I swear once we see the others i will never talk to you for a whole week -''

''- Marry Me.'' he cut you off.

Time stood still in the sea of worry and frustration, and adrian can't help but see the vision of love that never stopped filling your eyes even when you're mad.

''... What?" you asked dumbly, halfway trying to figure out a way to bandage his leg.

But instead of answering, he pulled out the ring - custom made because you mentioned once that you wanted a ring like in the fantasy movies - and put it on your finger.

He's sure you'll say yes anyway.

''I know i'm not easy.'' He said quietly. ''I know i make you worry a lot. But i really didn't want to lose the ring because i don't want to wait another year without getting the honor of being your husband.''

You grew quiet as you teared up, and he cupped your cheek before the tears fell.

''I'm nervous right now, but i know you wanted to be asked right. I know you had a dream proposal in mind and i promise babe, i was gonna do it the way you dreamed as a kid with all the fireworks and stuff but -''

He inhaled.

''May i be your husband?'' His voice was filled with so much love that it feels like he'll explode with it.

May i be your husband? Not ''Will you be my wife?'' but ''May i be your husband?''

He's not asking you to be his.

He's asking to be yours.

And at that moment, You were sure he's the person you wanna wake up to and sleep with. He's the person you want to argue with, debate with, converse with, spend time with, and grow old with.

So is there really any other answer than a 'yes'?

You nodded repeatedly, and he pressed his forehead against yours, whispering: "Thank you for letting me love you.'' before passing out.

Cue the panic from you, and another hurl of curses when he woke up later.

The smile on his face was extremely forced. He always had difficulty manipulating his facial expressions when he was trying to lie. “Uh, yeah, babe, I’m fine, I’m freaking stoked actually…are you okay?” His last question was more genuine, like he realized he hadn’t taken the time today to actually check on you. 

You just shrugged your shoulder. “Well, I mean, we’re about to open an interdimensional portal…I’d say I’m a little worried.” It was a lot better than going to fight butterflies, but there was also no way of knowing what was waiting for you all in that other universe. 

“Yeah, this thing has the power to rip the world in half. I think we’re like the least qualified to fuck with it.” Economos chimed in beside you. You still think it’s fucked up that you got stuck in the back between him and Adrian, but at this point, you can’t say shit about it. 

“Hey, maybe it might bring Superman here if nothing else.” You hoped that if he did decide to show up, he wouldn’t be late like last time. 

“I heard that Superman has a dark web application forum for his harem.” It always amazed you how he could say the most stupid shit with such confidence. You also had a sneaking suspicion that Adrian was jealous of Superman ever since you came home with a t-shirt that had his symbol on it. Apparently he was determined for Vigilante to have his own symbol too. 

“And who told you that? Chris?”

He shook his head and seemed a little pissed at the mention of Chris. “No, it was somebody on the Lex Luthor reddit thread I follow.” 

“I thought you said you were going to stay off of reddit, Adrian.” It’s where he gets most of his ‘facts’. You’ve tried to get him and Chris to start looking up information on more credible websites, but it’s been harder than you thought.

“I was going to, but then--oh, hey, it’s right up here.” He didn’t bother to finish his statement, sure that the topic of conversation had changed. The hand not in yours came up to point at the house on the right of the street. 

Honestly, it’s not what you expected. He was always adamant about you never coming over, which you tried not to think about too much. He claimed his biggest problem was with his mom, but you tried to tell him that it was okay that he still lived with her, especially since he was barely making minimum wage. But no, his reason was that his mom was, quote, “a nosey bitch.”

Overall, his home seemed like a normal, albeit aesthetically grandma-like, place. When you entered the house you started to walk towards his mom, hoping to introduce yourself, but he quickly guided you away. “Hi, Mom, we’re going into my secret room, and you’re not allowed to follow.” Something tells you it’s not the first time he’s said that to her. You couldn’t help but notice how mean he was when he was talking to her or about her.

Yeah, you had never really had a great relationship with your mother either, but Adrian’s mom seems so normal. At least if the first impression is anything to go by. 

It was almost like he was trying to hide you, practically speedwalking through the house to get to the basement. “Adrian, you could at least let me introduce myself to your mom.”

“Why? Her opinion doesn’t matter.” That statement, while not the oddest one he’s ever said, did make you question just what kind of person his mother might actually be. Was she some sort of monster, or did Adrian—as fucked up as it might be—just genuinely hate his mom for no reason?

Adebayo sounded like she was having a grand time talking to Adrian’s mom. She seemed genuinely curious about her son’s friends, and they have to at least talk a fair amount for her to have an idea of who you all are.

You thought it was funny that she said Economos of all people did not look that dorky, and you clocked the way Emilia’s teeth ground together when she was mistakenly called Hardcore. To be fair, depending on who was saying it, and how fast it could sometimes sound like that, but boy, if she didn’t look fed up with the conversation already.

It made sense that it was your turn, and you were kind of dreading what his mom had to say about you. “You must be his girlfriend, oh my goodness, you’re just so pretty.” You gave her a quiet ‘thank you’, honestly, you didn’t think you’d be this nervous meeting your boyfriend’s mom. Then again, this was the first time you had ever met a significant other's parents. “I just have to ask, sweetheart, are you alright?”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s just that one time I was cleaning out Adrian’s room and I saw that he had—”

“Oh my God Mom, stop it,” Adrian looked like he was seconds away from actually murdering his mother. Or having an aneurysm, either way, his face should not be getting as red as it is. Honestly, you shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as you are. It’s fun to watch him squirm sometimes.  

“Well, maybe it’s normal these days, but he had a lot of pictures of you on his wall.” That’s the first you’ve ever heard of this. Sure, he carries a picture of you in his wallet, and there’s one in the Sebring, but he’s never mentioned having any hanging up.

You turned towards him, hoping for some elaboration. “Oh really?”

He was physically trying to turn her towards the stairs now. “Mom shut the fuck up, I am begging you.”

“I thought at first you might have been a pornstar because some of them were quite risque and had seen a lot of action. Although there’s nothing wrong with that, it’s a healthy thing for boys to do.” Okay, and now you’re starting to understand a little bit more about Adrian. “But it’s just not right for a boy to sexualise his girlfriend that much, or to have photos that look like they were taken without permission.”

“Mom, just stop, fucking stop, please, go!” He looked like he was on the verge of tears now. 

That finally seemed to snap his mom out of her ramblings. She politely excused herself and said she’ll talk with you some more when you all come back up. There was an awkward silence as Adrian tried to finish getting his keys in order. 

“So you have pictures of me in your room, huh?”

“N-no, the girl she saw was actually a pornstar…”

“Adrian, you realize that’s a lot worse, right?” He seemed to genuinely think about it for a moment before shaking his head and continuing to unlock the door. 

You were not expecting it to look like Adrian was operating his own drug business out of his basement. You also know for a fact that he doesn’t use any of this shit, so why was he keeping it here? Everyone else seemed to have the same question, and he said that the police can’t be trusted with all this shit. Which, you suppose, was a little valid, but it also means your boyfriend was sitting on stacks of cash this whole time. 

“Seriously Adrian, the amount of times I’ve bought you Wendy’s…are you fucking kidding me?” You walked over to one of the crates that held full ten-ounce bags of weed, waving Skywalker OG around like it personally offended you.  “Dude, I told you that I was pissed when my shop closed down, and you were hiding this shit from me?”

“Okay, one, you know I hate that they legalized it, and two, this stuff could have been laced, of course I wasn’t gonna give it to you.”

Somehow that made you angrier. “I would have been able to find out if it wasn’t! Nobody is out here lacing weed Adrian!”

Economos mumbled under his breath, “You’d be surprised.” Now you were wondering what kind of bad trip he might have had in the past. 

“Well fuck me for looking out for my girlfriend!” 

Behind your back, the rest of the motley crew was stuffing as much money into their pockets as possible. While Adrian finished getting his suit on, Adebayo was setting up the machine in the doorway, housing a disturbing number of Beanie Babies. You secretly hoped that if you and Adrian ever ended up moving in together, you could somehow convince him to sell them. There is no way that market is ever coming back, and you hate to break his heart. 

Soon, crackles of electricity rose from the device, and you were told to get as close to the wall as possible. You hadn’t been around the last time they set this up so you weren’t expecting to get blasted in the face like you were in a wind tunnel. Let alone get blasted by a kilo of cocaine. For fucks sake, it was in your hair, and there’s no telling how much you had actually inhaled. Chris made fun of you for it, but you had never actually done this shit before; you were strictly a weed girl. Maybe it had affected you more than you thought because the next thirty minutes passed by in a blur. Honestly, you’re not sure how you ended up in alternate Chris’s closet with Adrian and Adebayo while Emilia talks about a shit she took. But you’re grateful that your boyfriend had the decency to clean some of the cocaine off of you. 

Now you and Adrian are heading towards where his house is supposed to be. Luckily, no one is out and about because you’re really not sure how the people here would react to another costumed person running around. It was kind of scary how similar this house was to Adrian’s in your universe, but he was having a blast pointing out all of the differences.

“Adrian, let’s just meet your other self and get out of here; this place is giving me the heebie jeebies.”

He laughed like you had said the funniest thing he’d ever heard. “Who says heebie jeebies anymore?”

“Me Adrian, I do, because that’s exactly what this place is giving me.”

“How can you not be excited about this? This is awesome! Maybe after we’re done here, we can go find the other you.” There’s no way in hell that is happening, you thought. You wanted to spend as little time here as possible and hated that you were having to rely on Emilia to bring Chris back since there was no way the 11th Street Kids were leaving without him. 

You were surprised that this version of Adrian’s mom didn’t have anything to say about her ‘son’ walking through the house, making all sorts of remarks. But who knows, maybe this version is used to it just like the other one. He was just amused that his dad wasn’t gay here, but maybe he still secretly was. It was interesting that his keys worked on this door too, and it suddenly made you want to pick up a book on the logic of alternate dimensions. 

Chills were running up your spine, like your body knew something was waiting beyond that door. You wanted to pull him back, say that it wasn’t worth it, that his other self could kill them before they even had a chance to say anything. But Adrian was too excited and zoomed in without even checking his surroundings. 

It was weird that this room was a lot emptier than the one you had all come from. What was even stranger was the fact that there was an exact copy of your boyfriend standing in front of you, maskless, with a backdrop of photos of you. 

“Oh, what the fuck” you whispered under your breath. 

This version was definitely surprised to see you, but was reasonably more concerned about the other man wearing his outfit. “Who are you? Why are you here? And more importantly, why are you with her?” He had his gun pointed at Adrian, and your hand was at your holster, but it was slapped away before you could grab your gun. Obviously, he didn’t want you killing his new buddy before he got a chance to talk to him. 

“Babe, calm down,” he whisper yelled like his alternate self couldn’t still hear him. “Dude, dude, hold on,” you watched as he took his mask off and explained how he got in. Still cautious and aware that you might have to shoot this other Adrian if he tries to hurt yours.

You watched the joy overtake his face, and he definitely smiled like your Adrian. Both boys acted like this was the greatest day of their lives. It does makes sense that his best friend would be himself. No one else understood his brain like he did, and nobody ever really tried to. He’s also maybe a touch narcissistic. 

“This is awesome, holy shit, I knew something like this would happen today.” You find that very hard to believe. 

“You get those feelings too?”

He rolled his eyes like it was obvious. “Uh, yeah, I knew because I got a–”

“Double yolk in my egg!” They said in unison, which sent them into another fit of giggles. 

You mumbled another “what the fuck” under your breath, wondering if one Adrian might be your limit. 

“Okay, as cool as this is, why is this place so empty?”

You took a couple of steps towards the wall of photos.  “Yeah, I’m a little curious about that too, more so about the pictures of me, or well, other me, over there.”

It’s like Adrian hadn’t even noticed them when we first walked in. “Dude, those are really good. Mine are a lot more grainy. How’d you get those angles?” It makes sense why it didn’t bother him when he probably has the same pics of you hanging up in his room. That’s if his mom is to be believed. 

“Seriously Adrian?”

“It’s completely normal to have pictures of my girlfriend babe. Stop judging me.” The fact that this fucker had the audacity to try to scold you just to make his counterpart think he was cooler made you grit your teeth.

You were about to argue that you of all people weren’t judging him, but other Adrian–

Other Adrian? No, that doesn’t sound right. Fuck it, let’s just call him Adrian Two, they’re basically Thing One and Thing Two right now anyway.

Adrian Two cut in with a shocking revelation, “Wait, you two are dating in your world?”

“Yeah, dude, it’s awesome! Are you dating her here too?”

This version seemed to physically deflate at the question. “Uh, no, no, not exactly,” that makes the pictures very concerning now. 

Your boyfriend acted like it was a tragedy happening to him and not his counterpart. “Aww man, that’s a bummer, why not?”

He tried to play it off, shuffling from one foot to another, but you could always tell when something really bothered him. “Just haven’t gotten a chance to ask her out yet.”

It was like a lightbulb went off over Adrian's head. “Whoa, who,a wait, I just had the best idea. Why don’t we help you ask her out in this world! We’ve got someone who knows her really well and could make sure you do it right.” You were used to Adrian dragging you into his bullshit, but this was taking it to a whole new level.

“Adrian, no, okay, we came here for a reason. You met your alternate self, and now it’s time to go back so we don’t fuck up anything else.” It was like trying to corral a kid back into the car after the fair was done.

He looked like he was seconds away from having a full-blown meltdown. “But baaabe, I can’t leave without knowing that other me is happy! And he’ll never be happy unless he knows what it’s like to be with you, inside you, and just generally around you. We’ve gotta help him get with the other you.” You know that Adrian loves you, but you highly doubt that number two would never be happy if he didn’t get a chance to date you. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, we are not doing this.” The tone you spoke with was final; even Adrian knew he wasn’t going to win when that voice came through.

“Ughhh fine…wait, hear me out!” You really didn’t want to at this point. “We should all have sex.” You liked the fact that your boyfriend could be so blunt, but there were times, like right now, when it made you question everything. 

“Dude! That’s a great idea!” Of course, Adrian Two would think so; they basically share a brain cell across dimensions. But the way that both versions of the man you love behaved at the idea of having you did something to you. Like they were so excited at just the thought of touching you, like it would be the single greatest thing they ever did.

Fuck, fuck this is so stupid. I’m supposed to be the responsible one in the group. I should definitely not be thinking about that. 

Part of you, maybe selfishly, knew that Adrian wouldn’t let the thought go now that it had entered his brain. You also knew that there was still a shitshow waiting for you outside of those doors. Fuck it, you thought, or fuck them, actually. A quick threesome and then back to business as usual, what’s the worst that could happen?

Both of them looked at you, waiting for you to say something, “Babe?” He sounded so eager but so nervous, and you really didn’t have the heart to disappoint him.

You looked up at the ceiling, sighing before cracking your neck from side to side as if that would somehow prepare you for what you were about to do. “Alright, fine, suits off.” Both of them looked shocked by your answer, and neither one made any move to remove their clothing. They stayed like that for a few moments before you had to snap to get them into action. 

It was interesting to see how quickly they could both strip out of their respective suits. Adrian had wanted you to time him at one point since he wanted to be prepared for anything. They somehow worked well together, taking off pieces that others couldn’t reach. Oddly enough, Adrian Two was a boxer’s guy, and both boys seemed disappointed that there was a difference between them. 

The question came out of your mouth while you were taking off your own clothes before you could stop it. “Would it be too weird to ask you both to make out right now?” God, you felt like a pervert for even thinking it, but saying it out loud was infinitely worse. 

But your Adrian just shrugged, “anything for you,” his hands reached up to cup his alternate self’s cheeks, and he was getting ready to lean in. “Oh, wait, as long as that's okay with you dude?” You couldn’t help but smile softly at the blush that covered Adrian Two’s face before he nodded like he had never wanted anything more. 

There was no reason that the sight of Adrian kissing himself should be as hot as it is, but here we are. Seeing all the small motions of his hands instead of feeling them was a new experience. How he cupped his jaw so softly, and the tender, eager way his other hand was curled around the back of his neck. You wondered if it looked that hot when he was kissing you and decided that you just might let him make a sex tape of the two of you for his birthday. 

Adrian Two pulled away, “Man it’s kind of weird, I thought we would be better at kissing.”

Your boyfriend looked horrified by his statement. “What? I was bad? Babe, am I a bad kisser?”

Once you’re pants were fully off, you walked over to console him. “No, you’re not a bad kisser. I think it would be a little weird for anyone to kiss themselves.” You leaned in to kiss your Adrian before turning your face to the left and capturing his counterpart's lips. The poor boy wasn’t sure how to act at first; in fact, he looked a little shell-shocked before trying to match your slow pace.  

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” he breathed against your lips. You gently flicked your tongue against his top lip, remembering the face Adrian had made the first time you had done it to him. There it was again, glossy eyes, a small, barely there whimper, a pleading look for more.

“Fuck you’re such a good boy.” That earned you a full whimper from him, and he snapped, bringing you down to crush your lips against his. All too soon his face was yanked away from yours, and Adrian quickly replaced your lips with his. It’s like they were trying to lick the taste of you off each other's lips. Fuck, it had to have been the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. 

You loved the sounds he made after he kissed you breathless, and it was even better with himself. “Am I good too babe? Tell me I’m your good boy.”

Your hand dug into his curls with a gentle tug and whispered in his ear, “You are such a good boy Adrian. My good boy.” You could feel the full body shudder that passed through him when you placed a kiss right below his ear. The oh so soft fuck that he let escape. 

“Can I eat her pussy first, fuck I’ve been dreaming about it.” You loved that just like your Adrian, he had no problem asking for what he wanted. You nearly fainted the first time he had ever asked to eat you out, since it wasn’t something people necessarily liked to do. At least in your experience. 

“Yeah, dude, of course, make sure you bite her thighs while you’re down there. She makes the cutest noises, it’s crazy.” Part of you thought you should be pissed that he was giving away all your secrets, and also the fact that you should be deciding who gets between your thighs first. But what the hell, you’ll let them have this one.

The boys were quick to maneuver you onto the couch with Adrian Two kneeling between your legs. He looked like someone who had just won the lottery, but no, he was just excited to finally have a taste of you. 

No one can say that Adrian isn’t a good teacher, and he took the job title very seriously. He ran his fingers along your pussy, softly parting you for the others' gaze, and oh, was his other half drinking in the sight.

“She’s got the cutest pussy, doesn’t she?” You couldn’t help but squirm at his words. Never had someone called your pussy cute before Adrian, and you never knew just what that praise could do to you.

His counterpart was mesmerized, “Fuck, it’s so pretty.” It was like he couldn’t wait another second before diving in and licking a long stripe up your pussy, his tongue flicking your clit towards the end. It was an odd sensation, familiar lips and tongue, but it was like they didn’t quite know what to do. It brought you back to when you had to teach Adrian what worked for you, because he foolishly thought that all vaginas worked the same. 

“Go just a little slower,” you told him while pulling his curls towards where you needed him. 

“And make sure you use your fingers too,” Adrian added. 

His number two was an avid learner; this might very well be the only chance he has with you after all. He was going to take every bit of information, every moan, and every touch with him everywhere. 

Adrian started pressing firm, fiendish pecks against your neck and chest. His lips would wrap around your breasts, but move on to another area, like every inch of you needed to be touched by him, by both of them. “I don’t remember you being this patient with me when I was learning.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh at him, though it came out as a broken gasp when the Adrian between your thighs pressed his face into you even more. “Something tells me he’s a little more grateful for the opportunity, aren’t you sweet boy?” His mhm was muffled but very loud, like he didn’t even want to lift his face to answer. 

“See babe, this is what I was talking about when I said I wanted more hands, look at all the things we can do to you.” Fuck, you can see. “Promise you’ll be sweet to me when we get back home.”

His fingers were pinching at your nipples, and Two was confident he had figured out exactly what you needed. The combined sensation rapidly pulling you closer and closer to the edge. “I-I yeah, uh, I promise…fuck.” He leaned down to press kisses and bites gainst your thighs beside where Two’s hands gripped them. And you don’t know what sort of magic tongue trick was done on you, but it left you collapsing against the back of the couch. 

“Fuuuuck, that was so hot.” They said at the same time. You were not a big fan of the twin shining powers they have when they do that. 

You watched as your Adrian pulled his alternate self in for another kiss, claiming he just wanted to get a taste, just one. 

Neither of them gave you any time to recover before you were picked up and placed on Two’s lap. You didn’t even have it in you to complain because you had honestly never felt so good before. Having two men who absolutely adore you, surrounding you on both sides, it was the most cherished you’d ever been. 

“I wanna watch your face when you slide down on his dick.” You can’t believe that sentence caused you to fucking whimper. What were these boys doing to you?

Below you, Adrian Two was fighting against his own breathless laughter while you settled on top of him. “F-fuck, feels so good.” You knew from experience that this was his way of making sure he didn’t finish too quickly. 

“You’ve got the prettiest eyes,” his soft admission tugged at your heartstrings. It really made you wonder why he hasn’t tried to ask the other you out yet. Adrian couldn’t seem to get you on a date with him fast enough. 

“Wait, wait, babe, spit in his mouth.” The Adrian beneath you shivered and gasped before shaking his head like an overeager puppy. Adding to the image, his jaw dropped, tongue practically panting for what was suggested. “I’ve always wanted to see what it looks like.”

You cupped his jaw, gently squishing his cheeks together. Normally, you’d be a bit rougher with it, but you figured he deserved something nice for his first time with you. Your spit landed on his tongue, and you let it sit there for a second before letting go of his chin so he could swallow.

“Fuck, thank you.” The man said thank you as if you had personally saved his life.  

Your Adrian made sure you kept up your pace with guiding hands on your hips. “When she’s on top of you like this, make sure you play with her clit like this, it drives her fucking wild. She also really likes it when you sit up and suck on her tits, fuck man, and she actually loves getting hickies on them. They look so pretty when I’m done with them.” 

His fingers followed his words, showing him exactly how to play with you. Normally, during sex, Adrian likes to talk about the most random topics, but it seems like all of his fun facts of the day are about you. Adrian Two is just soaking up every bit of wisdom, like his other half brought the gospel with him. 

There was no telling how much time had passed, all you knew was that if felt like an infinite amounts of hands were caressing every part of you. You’d never felt so sensitive before, so overstimulated, so loved. It was heady.

You could feel Adrian’s hips start to buck up into you with a bit more force, you knew that he was getting closer. If that weren’t enough his rambles definitely gave him away, “fuck I’m gonna cum, and I don’t wanna, not yet, fuck wanna stay inside, wanna live inside this pussy, it feels so good.” It was like he choked on his words as he came, falling silent for the first time tonight. 

Again it brought you back to the first time you and Adrian had sex, that same look, like he couldn’t believe he was inside you, that you trusted him enough to let him have you. It was enough to send you over that edge with him. 

He reached out for you, eager to kiss you through his whimpers. It was so unbelievably sweet that it made you pull him in even closer. Meanwhile your Adrian brought his arms around, his lips were on a path of their own. Your neck, shoulders, and all along your spine until he finally whispered in your ear. “Is it my turn now?”

“Y-yeah, your turn,” you were still trying to come back down but he couldn’t wait anymore. Not when he just saw himself cum inside you. 

He pressed another kiss to your shoulder before gently lifting you off of his counterparts cock so that his cock could slide in intead, like he was coming home. “It feels so good, fuck, I can still feel how tight you are after cumming on his dick baby.” His pace was brutal right from the jump but it was exactly what you needed. If you thought that they were driving you wild you really had no idea what you were doing to them. 

Meanwhile Adrain Two was determined to leave his mark on you, to prove that he got the chance to be inside that you let him love you, even if it was only for one day. 

“Adrian, harder, please…” you begged, knowing that he would give it to you but of course he wouldn’t shut up about it.

“God man you should have seen her, this one time she just kept asking me to go harder, and harder, fuck I was worried I was gonna break her.” It was like he punctuating every word with his thrusts, like it was the only way to get his point across. “We had to change the sheets that night cause her pretty pussy ruined them.” How was his mouth somehow even filthier when he was around his doppleganger. 

“Dude that’s so fucking hot,” he said with his teeth nipping at the skin around your breasts.

“You know what we should do? We should make this a regular thing, I’m talking birthdays, holidays, fuck even if we just want to do this every other weekend.”

“Adrian.”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and fuck me baby, please.” He needed no further words of encouragement. The sounds echoing around throughout the basement were obscene. You really hoped that this Adrian sound proofed his room as well cause there wasn’t a single person down here being quiet. 

You could feel his movements start to falter and you knew that he was getting close as well, but you weren’t sure if this was one that you could join him in. “Fuck I’m close, are you close?” Honestly, you couldn’t tell but Adrian Two could see the little look of struggle on your face and pressed his fingers against your clit. The pressure, the movement, it was exactly what you needed and you didn’t even realize that soft pleas were dripping from your lips. 

You felt the final snap of Adrian’s hips as his forehead came to rest against the middle of your back. He filled you to absolute brim, a mixture of both of them trailing down your thighs. It almost felt like you could fall asleep to the sound of them catching their breath. It was nice, it was really, really, nice. “So who’s up for round two?” He breathed the questions out. 

That did manage to get a soft, tired chuckle out of you, but you couldn’t afford to indulge him any more. “Adrian, no, we’ve officially been here longer than we should, and we need to get back and help the others.”

“Aww, but I really wanted to eat your pussy so I could taste us all together.” Out of everything he’s ever said to you that should not be what gets you flustered, it also shouldn’t make you question if a round two was even possible.

“Me too, gosh, such a bummer.”

“It’s alright I guess I can just do it later.” 

You honestly could not believe the conversation happening right in front of you. “You both just came in my pussy and you’re calling it a bummer.”

It was funny to watch them both scramble while pulling up their pants. “No, no, that’s not what we meant,” and “absolutely not, best day ever.” Their sentences overlapped one another, and you were officially ready to get out of this basement. The space has got you wondering if you need to check on Adrian more; he shouldn’t be down here for hours at a time by himself. 

Adrian Two walked over to you once he was suited back up, and poor thing, he looked like he never wanted the day to end. It also looked like he wasn’t entirely sure what he should say in this scenario so he just stood there in silence waiting for you to fill the void. You gave him a kiss on the cheek that went on longer than intended since he leaned his face into your lips, not wanting to let go of the contact. 

“Hey, maybe once things kind of go back to normal after we leave. You should try to talk to the other me. If she’s anything like–well me–then I think she would be lucky to have you around.” As many headaches as Adrian given you, he’s also given you more laughter and light then you’ve ever had in your life. 

“Yeah, maybe you’re right. A little crow told me that she’s thinking about joining the Sons of Liberty, too.” That name threw you for a loop, but what he said next shocked you even more. “Who knows, maybe I can finally ask her out after we get done killing some Nazis.” 

“What?!”

“Yeah! I was so happy to find out she wasn’t one too, cause if she was, then I would have had to kill her, and that would have been such a bummer, man.” 

“WHAT?!” 

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“And her tits, oh my god, bestie you should have seen her tits!” 

You hummed and nodded, eyes focused on the movie playing in the background. It was some shitty Western movie that Adrian adored. It was not something you would have watched on your own, but you always let Adrian pick what the two of you watched. 

The two of you were in his room (his mom’s basement) even though you guys had the place to yourselves. Adrian’s mom was at trivia night, and would be gone quite sometime. Still, Adrian felt more comfortable in his room than in the main house. 

Adrian was going off about the most recent fuck he and Chris had. It was some girl that Chris had met on one his adventures and had invited your Adrian for a threesome. 

And you were totally not bothered about it. 

“Her tits were phenomenal, absolutely suckable.” Adrian held both hands in front of him and mimed sucking on a tit with his lips. 

You couldn't hide the disgust that rolled over your face, scrunching your nose. 

“Knock it off, Chase,” you groaned and leaned away from him. He kept making sucking and kissing noises with his eyes closed. 

You shoved him roughly and stood up from the couch abruptly. You paused for a second, realizing you needed a reason to be up. People didn't just get up for no reason. You remembered your phone in your bag and stormed over to the bed where your bag was sitting. You dug out the phone and unlocked it. 

“Are you mad at me?” 

You looked over to see Adrian pouting over the back of the couch. He had his arms folded on the back and his head resting on them, tilted to the side. 

Fuck those eyes of his always got to you. 

You sighed and tossed the phone onto his bed. You walked over and carded a hand through his hair. It was much shorter than it had been last year, but the new style was growing on you. 

“No, of course not bestie.”

Adrian tilted his head back, closing his eyes, with a soft smile. It tugged at something in your chest. He was so… perfect. 

Adrian reveled in the feeling of your hand in his hair for a moment before opening his eyes. 

“Well, it seemed like you were mad just now.” He sent you a questioning look, still leaning into your hand. 

Great, he didn't drop it.  

“No I'm fine,” you forced a smile. 

“Are you sure? You usually tell me when you're mad…” Adrian frowned. 

A pang of annoyance shot through you. Not because of Adrian, but because of you. Because he was right. You always told him directly how you felt. You never made him guess or doubt. You hated seeing him anxious like this. 

He was anxious that he did something when the problem was you. Your stupid crush on your best friend. You needed to get over yourself. 

“It's nothing you did,” you finally conceded, giving him a reassuring tug on his hair. 

“But you shoved me and then got up, was I being too graphic? Usually you don’t mind when I’m graphic, though…” Adrian trailed off, thinking hard about what you could be mad over. You scratched the top of his head and his eyes fluttered closed. 

“Bestie, it’s fine, it’s not you. It’s me.”

“Isn’t that what normal people say when it’s really me?” Adrian kept his eyes closed, pressing his head into your hand. 

“Normal people, yes. But we’re not normal.” You gave his hair one last tug before you pulled your hand out of his curls. You stepped around the couch and sat back down, a healthy distance between the two of you. 

“No, we’re not,” Adrian replied happily. He shifted then plopped his head into your lap, facing the television. He blindly reached for your hand, finding it after a few swings, and stuck it back into his hair. 

You couldn’t help the smile that worked its way onto your face. Adrian was just so cute. 

You started scratching his head with your nails, tugging on his hair every once in a while. The two of you lapsed into a peaceful silence, watching the movie. 

You were enjoying the moment of having Adrian all to yourself, when he suddenly jerked and flipped up onto his back. You kept your hand in his hair as he smiled up at you. 

“I got it! I know why you were upset!”

You huffed and turned back to the television. “Addy, please let it go.”

“But I can’t live knowing my best friend is upset,” Adrian whined. “It’s because I didn’t invite you, isn’t it?”

“Invite me to what?” You looked down at Adrian in confusion. 

“To the threesome! I guess it would be a foursome with you in it, but-”

“I don’t want to see Chris naked, like ever,” you fake retched over the side of the couch. “God no!”

“But it has to be about the threesome,” Adrian insisted. “You started being all weird when I started talking about it.”

You frowned at Adrian. “That’s… that is actually quite perceptive of you, Addy. I’m shocked.”

Adrian grinned proudly. “Yeah, I’ve been trying to pick up on people’s emotions better, my team has been helping me with that.”

“That’s amazing,” you gave him a genuine smile and ruffled his hair. 

“So it was about the threesome?” Adrian pressed. 

You sighed and looked back at the television. “It’s not a big deal.”

“If it matters to you, it matters to me,” Adrian pressed. You pressed your lips together and kept your eyes fixed on the television. You could feel Adrian’s stare burning holes in your chin. 

Uncomfortable, you shifted and leaned forward to grab your drink off the table. You took a swig right when Adrian spoke up next. 

“Do you want to have sex with me?”

You inhaled a good ounce of your drink, sending it down into your lungs. You coughed and spluttered, choking on the drink. Adrian shot up from your lap and began hitting your back. You waved him off, setting the drink down and coughing a few more times. 

“Jesus fucking christ, you almost killed me!”

“I’m sorry!” Adrian’s worried hands hovered over you. “It was just a question!”

“A fucking insane question,” you snapped and coughed a few more times. 

“Why?” Adrian tilted his head in that way he did when he was genuinely confused. 

You had pretty much recovered now, so you turned on the couch to face him. “Because we are friends. Friends don’t have sex.”

“But sex is great bonding time,” Adrian asserted. 

“I- Wha- you, what?” You spluttered and stammered, absolutely floored by Adrian’s statement. 

“Yeah,” Adrian nodded. “I only do threesomes with Chris for bonding.”

“How does this track all the way to you having sex with me again?” 

“Well, since I bond with Chris so much, I thought you might be jealous and want to fuck too.” Adrian said it like it was the most basic fact in the world. Like he was explaining to you that two plus two equals four. 

“I don’t want to fuck you because I’m jealous of Chris,” you huffed angrily. 

“So… you do wanna fuck me?” A small smile tugged at the corner of Adrian’s lips. 

You froze up, immediately realizing your mistake. “I- uh, well. Friends don’t fuck.” You said it like it was your lifeline. Like if you said it enough it would knock some sense into Adrian. 

“That’s your hang up?” Adrian chuckled. “What about friends with benefits?”

“But we aren’t,” you asserted. 

“But we could be…” Adrian drifted closer, a smirk on his face. 

You frowned. “I don’t want to be friends with benefits.” You didn’t. You wanted so much more. You wanted to be Adrian’s everything because he was already yours. 

“Okay,” Adrian shrugged as if the answer was simple. “Then I guess we can date.”

You blinked. “You… guess…?”

“Yeah,” Adrian nodded. “I don’t want you thinking that you’re not the most important person in my life, so we need to have sex, but you won’t fuck unless we date, so we need to date.”

You blinked, your mouth opening and closing. “That… is some superbly fucked up logic.”

“How so?” Adrian pouted and tilted his head again. 

“I don’t want you to date me because you feel like you have to!” You huffed angrily. “You need to want it.”

Adrian blinked slowly, then nodded. “Okay… well… I want to.”

“Because of that long convoluted reason you just explained?”

“No,” Adrian said quickly. 

“Don’t lie,” you reprimanded him, raising an eyebrow. 

Adrian’s shoulders caved. “Okay fine, yes. But, I am just trying to make our relationship the best it can be!”

“By dating me?”

“You don’t want to?” Adrian looked up at you with those wide eyes of his. He was always so open and vulnerable with you. So raw and real. It did something to you. 

You cursed, heat flaring in your face. “I do.” You couldn't lie to him. 

“Then what's the problem?” Adrian scooted closer to you on the couch, pressing his knee to yours. You couldn't stand the feeling of his gaze on you, so you turned fully back to the television. 

Adrian huffed. He pressed closer to you, your body igniting at the contact. He nuzzled into your neck, slotting his head onto your shoulder. “C'mon bestie, you can tell me anything.”

You paused, weighing your options. You needed to say something, and lying hadn't gotten you anywhere. Maybe it was time you told the truth…

“I want you to date me because you like me,” you finally confessed. “It's so selfish of me.” 

“But… I do like you?” Adrian whined from your shoulder. 

“Not like that Adrian,” you sighed. 

“Then like what?” 

You pressed your lips together, unwilling to answer. 

“Bestie, I won't know unless you tell me,” he pouted. He pawed in your lap for your hand, grabbing it and pulling it to his mouth. He began pressing kisses to it. You tried to pull away but Adrian kept a firm hold of your wrist. He pressed kisses and in between pleaded for you to just tell him. 

“Adrian, stop,” you pulled on your wrist again. 

“Please- kiss - please tell me- kiss- pretty please-”

“Because I love you!” You finally exclaimed, squeezing your eyes shut. Your chest heaved with the force of your breathing. Adrian froze for a moment and the words hung in the air between you two. 

For a moment, everything stopped. You held your breath, waiting. For what, you did not know. 

And then it shattered. 

Adrian shot up, grabbed your face in his hands. Your eyes flew open to see his beautiful face smiling. 

“Really? You do?” Adrian was practically vibrating by the force of him bouncing on the cheap couch. His eyes searched yours, flicking back and forth between them. 

“I… uh, yeah…” 

“Like no one else but me?” Adrian pressed further, leaning in closer. 

Your eyes flickered down to his lips for a moment before meeting his eyes again. “Yeah, no one else…”

“Fucking epic!” Adrian cheered. He paused for a moment, thinking. “Does that mean we can date now?”

“But… you don't…” You swallowed thickly, unable to say the words. You thought that Adrian didn't love you like you did, but saying it was another thing. 

Adrian blinked, absolutely stunned. “Of course I love you, I have for a long time.” His hands were still on your cheeks, brushing your cheeks bones. 

You nearly choked again. “You… you have?”

“Yeah,” Adrian nodded enthusiastically. 

“But you have sex with like… all sorts of people!”

“Oh, that means nothing,” Adrian chuckled. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to yours. He said it like it made sense but it didn't and your mind was spinning and whirling. “I can stop all that super easy-peasy.”

“You’re okay giving up your bonding time with Chris?”

Adrian didn’t even think about it. “Well, Chris is my friend, but you are my best friend so you are more important in the grand scheme.”

“So… you’re fine dating me?” You asked. Your voice was hollow in disbelief. 

“I’d actually be more than happy to date you,” Adrian grinned. 

“Oh…” You let out an exhale that you didn’t know you were holding. 

“So, can we have sex now?”

You blinked slowly, then smiled. “You can kiss me first if you like.”

Adrian grinned. “Okay!”

And then he kissed you. You knew he was going to be good, he had to be, but Adrian’s lips finally on yours still short circuited your brain. 

Adrian pulled away first, but not far. You could feel his breath on your lips. “Why didn’t we do this sooner?”

Your breaths came out in heavy pants, mind still reeling from Adrian’s kiss. 

“Cause friends don’t fuck,” you finally managed. 

“Well, good thing we aren’t friends.” Adrian paused for a moment, then continued. “We’re best friends.”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “We are. Now kiss me again.”

Adrian flashed you a smile, then dipped his head to kiss you. 

If this is how Adrian treated his best friends, you weren’t sure you could live being anything else.