holy omg. This is so hot! I love the dynamics, the drug induced excuse that makes this ok between them.
Adam pulls the smoke from his lungs, every last scrap of air and a sliver of his soul, and that's the fucking pot talking, not him--it's never him; it's the stage-high or the rockstar-thrill or the pot and Mai Tai cocktail in his blood, but not him. He teeters on the edge of asking for something he's terrified he won't get... Your word usage...just wow!!
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Date: 2010-09-30 07:09 pm (UTC)Adam pulls the smoke from his lungs, every last scrap of air and a sliver of his soul, and that's the fucking pot talking, not him--it's never him; it's the stage-high or the rockstar-thrill or the pot and Mai Tai cocktail in his blood, but not him. He teeters on the edge of asking for something he's terrified he won't get... Your word usage...just wow!!
Amazing fic!