Journal of a Troubled Boy

Title: Drunk
Rating: R for language
Pairing: Real Person Slash, John Breggar and Adamo Ruggiero
Summary: John thanks Adamo is girly. Adamo's response is "Fuck you". John is down with that.
Author's Note: I saw them on ET Canada and have been dying to write this since. Don't stone me! I am well aware of John's straightness and Adamo's unknown status.


They'd just finished filming Free Fallin' Part 1 and both were bored and had nothing to do, so they decided to hit the town together. After getting thoroughly drunk neither were able to drive but Adamo's place wasn't far from the bar. They stumbled their way there with their arms thrown across each others' shoulders singing Why by Annie Lennox.

One woman's stare caused John to shout out to her, "Hey lady you want a picture of me and my boy! It'll last longer!"

"Shush!" Adamo giggled.

"What?" John mumbled. "She shouldn't stare! What the hell is she doing out here at two in the morning?"

"Yeah who walks down the street at two in the morning?" Adamo agreed.

"She looked young- she even had braces. Remember when you had braces..." John exploded into a fit of giggles.

Adamo poked him in the cheek. "Shut up. Oh good, we're here. I almost passed it."

"That's because you're drunk my friend," John stated while Adamo fiddled with his key, having trouble getting it into the lock. "Here."

John covered Adamo's tiny hand with his large one and turned it slightly. The key slid in the whole and after turning it again the door was unlocked.

"Thanks," Adamo said, looking down at John's hand. It always seemed so pale next to Adamo's tan skin.

"No problem," John shrugged, removing his hand.

Adamo took hold of his arm. "Now my dad isn't here and my mom sleeps like a rock but you have to be quiet okay. I don't want her to wake up- she always gives me shit when I'm drink."

John nodded.

They tip toed up to Adamo's room where John fell onto the bed while Adamo closed the door.

"Scoot over," Adamo whined. He pushed John roughly and climbed onto the bed next to him. "You're so big- you're taking up my bed you cave man!"

"Sorry I don't have a little girly body like your's," John complained.

"My body is not girly," Adamo protested.

"You have a girly everything," John informed him as another giggle fit came on.

"Fuck you," was Adamo's heated response.

"Okay," John said happily. He reached for his belt buckle. In his drunken stooper it took him a minute to un-do his pants and once he was through he leaned in towards Adamo, reaching towards the other boys crotch area.

Adamo shoved his hands away. "John what the fuck are you doing?"

"I'm going to fuck you," he said, like it was no big deal.

John cupped the back of Adamo's neck and pulled him in for a sloppy, open mouthed kiss. Adamo closed his eyes, loving the feel of John's large tongue and the taste of alcohol in his mouth. He was brought back to reality when he felt a hand tugging his jean zipper down.

Adamo pulled away from John and slapped at his hand. "What are we doing? You're straight."

"Who cares," John reasoned. "I want you- I think I have for a long time and I've noticed the way you look at me so why don't we just give in."

Adamo raised an eyebrow at him. "But you're straight."

"Is anyone really straight or gay these days," John said like it was a thought he'd had in his head for a long time.

Adamo shook his head, trying to clear it. "You are so drunk."

John circled an arm around Adamo's body and pressed it flush against his. Adamo's eyes widened at the feeling of John's large, erect penis.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Adamo pleaded while his neck arched at the feeling of John's hot, wet tongue.

"We're drunk though," John remarked. "We can get away with it."

Adamo moaned as John's hand entered his pants and gave a gentle squeeze to what he found there.

"Hmng... John?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you going to pretend this didn't happen when you sober up?"

"Probably, why?"

"Phew, no worries- I was just checking."

~FIN~