Fic: (Dante's Cove, Toby/Adam, PG)
Today's fic is a bit of wish fulfillment on my part. But it's an obscure fandom, and a little wish fulfillment never hurt anybody, right? This is how I'd like to see Dante's Cove play out, on that fateful day (hopefully far, far in the future) when it gets canceled. It's Adam/Toby, who, if you are really bored, you can see here, here, or here.
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Adam doesn't miss the heat. He thinks Toby might, sometimes. He complains about the cold a lot, anyway, shivers theatrically when the weather drops lower than sixty-five degrees and bundles up in hats and scarves when most people are still walking around in sweatshirts.
But Adam doesn't really mind the complaining, because it gives him an excuse to warm Toby up. And he likes digging under all those layers until he finds warm skin, likes the way Toby shudders when Adam's fingers slide across his stomach. He likes the hot puff of breath on his neck as Toby sighs, but most of all he just likes that Toby hasn't given up and gone back to the endless summer they left behind in the Cove.
He wonders sometimes if Toby ever thinks about it, but he doesn't ask because he's pretty sure he doesn't want to know. He doesn't want to know if Toby ever regrets leaving, if he thinks about Kevin or any of the other stuff he left behind. And he hates himself for it, but he flinches a little every time the phone rings, waiting for the day that Toby gets a call and goes running. Away from Adam, back to that place that had such a hold on all of them.
Adam knows exactly which voices on the other end of the line would send Toby running. Knows he'd make empty promises about coming back, that he'd turn down Adam's offer to go with him and make up an excuse about why he can't that neither of them would believe. All it would take is one call from Kevin, or even Van. Adam hates himself a little more for hoping she really is dead.
He lives in fear of losing Toby, but tries to remind Toby every day of the reason he chose Adam and cold New York winters over Dante's Cove. Makes every kiss say I love you, every touch says always have. And he hopes he never has to beg Toby to stay, but if it comes to that, he will. Because he's seen the hold the Cove had over Toby, just like it had a hold over him. But Adam managed to break it, and he knows Toby can too, as long as he wants to.
"Jesus, it's freezing," Toby says as he lets himself into the apartment, arms wrapped tight around himself and his cheeks red from the wind. Adam doesn't tell him to stop bitching already, that they both grew up here so Toby knew what he was in for. He doesn't offer to go back to the Cove, or even move somewhere neutral like Florida. Instead he smiles and sets down the file he's been working on, crossing the room to pull Toby close.
"Guess I better warm you up, then."
"My own personal furnace," Toby says as Adam slides warm hands under his coat.
"Whatever you need," Adam answers, grinning when Toby laughs a little breathlessly. He doesn't bother telling Toby that he means it. Instead he presses hot kisses against Toby's skin, warm hands pushing under all that fabric until Toby forgets all about the cold.
“They’re lighting the tree in Times Square tonight,” he says as he pushes Toby’s jacket off. “You want to check it out?”
“What, outside? No, thanks.”
“We could go to a club, then. Or maybe just grab some dinner and go check out a movie.”
Toby makes that face that means he’s about to say something he thinks Adam doesn’t want to hear. Only Adam already knows what Toby’s answer is going to be, and he’s more than okay with it.
“Can’t we just stay inside until spring?”
“Fine by me,” Adam answers, laughing at the mixture of surprise and relief on Toby’s face. But he doesn’t say anything; instead he focuses on getting Toby out of some more clothes, and by the time they reach the bedroom neither of them is thinking about the weather.
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Song of the Day: Automat -- I'll Never Be Ready For Summer
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Adam doesn't miss the heat. He thinks Toby might, sometimes. He complains about the cold a lot, anyway, shivers theatrically when the weather drops lower than sixty-five degrees and bundles up in hats and scarves when most people are still walking around in sweatshirts.
But Adam doesn't really mind the complaining, because it gives him an excuse to warm Toby up. And he likes digging under all those layers until he finds warm skin, likes the way Toby shudders when Adam's fingers slide across his stomach. He likes the hot puff of breath on his neck as Toby sighs, but most of all he just likes that Toby hasn't given up and gone back to the endless summer they left behind in the Cove.
He wonders sometimes if Toby ever thinks about it, but he doesn't ask because he's pretty sure he doesn't want to know. He doesn't want to know if Toby ever regrets leaving, if he thinks about Kevin or any of the other stuff he left behind. And he hates himself for it, but he flinches a little every time the phone rings, waiting for the day that Toby gets a call and goes running. Away from Adam, back to that place that had such a hold on all of them.
Adam knows exactly which voices on the other end of the line would send Toby running. Knows he'd make empty promises about coming back, that he'd turn down Adam's offer to go with him and make up an excuse about why he can't that neither of them would believe. All it would take is one call from Kevin, or even Van. Adam hates himself a little more for hoping she really is dead.
He lives in fear of losing Toby, but tries to remind Toby every day of the reason he chose Adam and cold New York winters over Dante's Cove. Makes every kiss say I love you, every touch says always have. And he hopes he never has to beg Toby to stay, but if it comes to that, he will. Because he's seen the hold the Cove had over Toby, just like it had a hold over him. But Adam managed to break it, and he knows Toby can too, as long as he wants to.
"Jesus, it's freezing," Toby says as he lets himself into the apartment, arms wrapped tight around himself and his cheeks red from the wind. Adam doesn't tell him to stop bitching already, that they both grew up here so Toby knew what he was in for. He doesn't offer to go back to the Cove, or even move somewhere neutral like Florida. Instead he smiles and sets down the file he's been working on, crossing the room to pull Toby close.
"Guess I better warm you up, then."
"My own personal furnace," Toby says as Adam slides warm hands under his coat.
"Whatever you need," Adam answers, grinning when Toby laughs a little breathlessly. He doesn't bother telling Toby that he means it. Instead he presses hot kisses against Toby's skin, warm hands pushing under all that fabric until Toby forgets all about the cold.
“They’re lighting the tree in Times Square tonight,” he says as he pushes Toby’s jacket off. “You want to check it out?”
“What, outside? No, thanks.”
“We could go to a club, then. Or maybe just grab some dinner and go check out a movie.”
Toby makes that face that means he’s about to say something he thinks Adam doesn’t want to hear. Only Adam already knows what Toby’s answer is going to be, and he’s more than okay with it.
“Can’t we just stay inside until spring?”
“Fine by me,” Adam answers, laughing at the mixture of surprise and relief on Toby’s face. But he doesn’t say anything; instead he focuses on getting Toby out of some more clothes, and by the time they reach the bedroom neither of them is thinking about the weather.
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Song of the Day: Automat -- I'll Never Be Ready For Summer