Drabble: Love In Disguise
TITLE: Love In Disguise
FANDOM: The Voice RPS
PAIRING: Adam Levine/Blake Shelton
RATING: R (for a few F-bombs)
WORD COUNT: 220
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have a thing for RPS. This is my first time writing for this pairing. Originally posted on tumblr. Inspired by this.
He caught a quick glimpse of him backstage. Too fast to even be sure if his eyes were deceiving him. During rehearsals Adam said he’ll enjoy his “getup”.
Now on stage for the live show, Blake can’t help but smile brightly, clap and laugh at Adam playing the guitar; shirtless, pants riding low on his hips, wearing a long fucking wig, held in place by a bandana and a pair of sunglasses to complete the getup. Interesting.
After the number was finished, cornering the man in question before he changed backstage, Blake toyed with the fake hair, “You look fucking ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” Adam stood tall, puffing his chest out, pressing so much closer into Blake’s space. “But you love it.”
Well fuck, Blake did, but the asshole didn’t need to know that, “Like hell I do.”
“Whatever Shelton, y’know you’d follow me down.”
“You’re an idiot.” He didn’t miss Adam’s lyrical retort, but he so would, in a fucking heartbeat.
“Mr. Shelton to your seat please. Mr. Levine, change quickly please.” Requested a PA.
“Do me, do me, do me, do me,” Adam sang while walking backwards, strumming an air guitar, eyes never leaving Blake’s. With an over exaggerated “Ow” wail, Adam was gone.
Fucking hell, Blake desperately wanted to follow.
FANDOM: The Voice RPS
PAIRING: Adam Levine/Blake Shelton
RATING: R (for a few F-bombs)
WORD COUNT: 220
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have a thing for RPS. This is my first time writing for this pairing. Originally posted on tumblr. Inspired by this.
He caught a quick glimpse of him backstage. Too fast to even be sure if his eyes were deceiving him. During rehearsals Adam said he’ll enjoy his “getup”.
Now on stage for the live show, Blake can’t help but smile brightly, clap and laugh at Adam playing the guitar; shirtless, pants riding low on his hips, wearing a long fucking wig, held in place by a bandana and a pair of sunglasses to complete the getup. Interesting.
After the number was finished, cornering the man in question before he changed backstage, Blake toyed with the fake hair, “You look fucking ridiculous.”
“Yeah,” Adam stood tall, puffing his chest out, pressing so much closer into Blake’s space. “But you love it.”
Well fuck, Blake did, but the asshole didn’t need to know that, “Like hell I do.”
“Whatever Shelton, y’know you’d follow me down.”
“You’re an idiot.” He didn’t miss Adam’s lyrical retort, but he so would, in a fucking heartbeat.
“Mr. Shelton to your seat please. Mr. Levine, change quickly please.” Requested a PA.
“Do me, do me, do me, do me,” Adam sang while walking backwards, strumming an air guitar, eyes never leaving Blake’s. With an over exaggerated “Ow” wail, Adam was gone.
Fucking hell, Blake desperately wanted to follow.