Ordinary

Title: What I Do
Fandom: None. Original Characters
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Adam Edwards, Lucas Maxwell; Adam/Luc
Prompt: quote_ficlets, Quote #14
Word Count: 1,045
Rating: PG-13
Warnings/Spoilers: Slash; hint at less-than-pureness with a character under 18.
Notes: Lucas Maxwell is , and is used with permission and love.
Summary: Scars are souvenirs you never lose . . .


scar (skär):
noun. a lingering sign of damage or injury.


Fingers ghost over the raised flesh, the area's sensitivity long since passed. The only remainder was the thick, raised line of hardened flesh, a deeper red against the flushed olive shade of his skin. The scar is old; he's had it for almost a year, and yet every time those fingers brush it, he feels as if it's the first time since the injury. His breath catches in his throat, fingers tightening in soft curls as he shudders and takes his time, letting those fingers explore the blemish, stroke and touch, each brush feeling like a brand, marking the area as claimed; marking HIM claimed. Soft whines and gasps reach his ears, sounding like music, and he smiles, his eyes closing as he remembers what brought about that mark . . . what gave him the line of flesh that seems to drive his lover crazy.

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"C'mon, you're gonna get yourself hurt! I know you've got that whole ability thing going for you, but we've been through this before!" 17 year old Adam Edwards was not a patient teen, and right now he wanted to do nothing more than drag his dear friend out of the tree in which he was currently perched. He eyed the younger boy sitting up there, looking completely at home up on that branch, and his scowl only grew. "Why'd you even get UP there, anyway?!"

"I didn't," came the shouted answer, and the longer Adam listened, the more he could hear that just maybe, his friend wasn't comfortable up there, after all. "I kind of . . . landed here."

Adam's brow furrowed a little bit now, nose wrinkling. "You LANDED there? Shit . . . Your mom's gonna have a fit! Just- Just hold on, okay?" How had no one else noticed that he was missing from the house? Hell, how had his brother, or his sisters, not noticed that he wasn't in his room, or at breakfast? Where WERE they, anyway? And where was Tyler, for that matter? Was it just the two of them, out here? His brow furrowed a little bit as he tried to figure out what to do, biting his lower lip. The tree was high; the branches were thick and pretty evenly spread over the trunk, but he was a little nervous about trying this. He couldn't fly; how was he supposed to get him up there, and out of that damn tree? Rubbing his hands together, he glanced back over his shoulder before shrugging out of his jacket. It was cold; the September air held a lot of the chill that comes with the beginnings of autumn, and he shivered. Quickly rubbing his arms, bare because of the t-shirt he wore under that jacket, Adam swallowed and, with one last glance around, charged at the tree.

"Wait, what are you doing?!" the voice coming from the tree sounded panicked, younger than it should have.

"It's called saving you!" His hands just barely caught hold of a branch, legs trying to wrap around the wide trunk of the offending tree. Rough bark scraped at him through his jeans, catching at the fabric of his clothing as he carefully tried to shimmy up the tree, pulling with his arms. Managing to maneuver his way up onto the first branch was the hardest part (or at least he hoped it was). Once there, he swallowed, panting and sweating heavily from the effort, before he looked up. Just a few more branches to go.

"Adam, don't- you're gonna get yourself stuck, or hurt-"

"Shh! Don't jinx it!" The next branch up was a little sturdier, and he felt a little bit safer grabbing for it. Hauling himself up, he looked up, finding himself only a couple branches lower than his friend. "C'mon. I'm up here now; just try and shimmy down to the next branch. I think, if we can get you down here, I can help you get to the ground."

"Just- be careful, okay?"

"Duh. How dumb do you think I am?"

It was tough going, getting the younger boy down from his perch, but finally they were on the same branch together, face to face. Cheeks flushed with exertion, smeared with dirt and sap from the branches, Adam breathed in slowly before carefully helping lower his friend to the ground. Of course, with the constant weight shifts on that branch, it was only a matter of time before it cracked. He went down hard, landing on the lower branch with a resounding thud, and a sharp yelp as a branch dug into his back.

"Shit! Ow, fucking- OW!" Wiggling on that branch wasn't the best idea: he felt a sharp, blazing pain through his lower back, as he tumbled from the low branch, and landed in a heap on the ground.

"Oh my god- ADAM!" Before he could think straight enough to roll over, there was a presence at his side, kneeling, and shaking him a little bit. "Oh jeez, are you okay?"

". . . Ow. The things I do for you."

That was all that came out as he finally sat up, bruised and full of wounded pride. He thought he was fine, though, really . . at least, until he turned and felt another sharp stab of pain. He'd later discover the broken branch he'd hit had cut a swath into his side, from the side of his lower back down to his hip. The skin scarred, raised and sore for weeks, before settling into a discolored welt that would always be there - a reminder of what he would do, to save his friend.

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The brush of a fingernail over the scar brings him back to the moment, and Adam shudders again, biting his lower lip before he dips down for a kiss. Fingers lace through curls, pulling the younger boy against him, and he shares a breath with Lucas, holding him close in the aftermath, the two curled around each other. He can hear the soft, steady breathing of his lover, cheek pillowed on his chest, and he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to the young man's forehead.

"All for you, Curls. Always."

FIN

I'm not sure whether I want to laugh or strangle someone, now.

OOC Information

Name: Lyn
Age: 23
Date of Birth: April 1st, 1986
Email: without.a.script@gmail.com
AIM: a lil glass vial
Time Zone: CST
RP Experience: Way too much XD
Where Did You Hear About Us?: Glee, plus I'm already here with Jude and Hawley.

Journal: ordinaryboy
PB: Joe Jonas
Are they a Hero/Villain/Sidekick/Other?: He's kind of neutral.

Character Information (Please answer all questions IN CHARACTER)

Identity : Adam Nathaniel Edwards

Is your true identity a secret? : No . . . why would it be? I'm just me.

Alias : Um, none? Unless nicknames count, then it's Eds, but that's only for certain people.

Age : 17

Sexuality : Straight, thanks. Okay, so, that's really none of your business.

Occupation : . . . that's a bit of a complicated question. Does tutoring count? I used to be on this show, the Bunny Brigade, but that was a while ago. I'm supposed to be hosting this new kid's show, but it's still in pre-production.

Clothing : Okay, so maybe my kind of clothing choices aren't always the best, but I'm getting better! I tend to kind of pick weird colors and put them together; there's been at least once where my agent asked if I was colorblind, because of what I picked. I've got a lot of shirts and ties, some sweaters and stuff. Oh, and skinny jeans. Because apprently that's part of my image now. I swear, you wear it once and get compliments, and suddenly your stylist says it's a signature . . .

Appearance : You want me to describe how I look? Isn't a picture enough? Um, I'm 5'11", brown eyes, black hair. What else is there? I mean, I'm kind of skinny, I guess. There's not that much to me, really.

Abilities : I don't have anything like that . . . I'm just a guy, come on. Okay, so I MIGHT have developed this weird thing where I can make lightning. What's it called? Electro-something-or-other?

Do you have a theme song? If so, do you sing it yourself? : Ha. Yeah, right. How about no?

Do you have a catchphrase?: Nope.

Describe your costume : But why would I need a costume? I mean, that's what the costume department for the studio is for. I don't have one, and I really don't see me running around in tights or anything like that, thanks.

Do you have a sidekick? Are you a sidekick yourself? : Unless you count my mom's new cat that likes to follow me around a lot, or my stylist and agent, I'd say no.

Is there a superhero/villain that you look up to? : Who doesn't look up to, like, Batman? Or Robin, for that matter.

What is your Celebrity Status? : Regional, I guess? I know the show's on a lot in Boom Town, but they probably broadcast other places. I don't know.

What are you famous for?: Okay, so, TECHNICALLY? I'm famous for being on this show a while back called the Bunny Brigade. It's a kid's show, and there were a whole bunch of us, different ages. We did skits, performed different stuff, had interviews, guests, different stuff. Whatever's hot, that's what was put on. I was a cast member from when I was twelve until about last year. I quit when I turned sixteen. Now I'm kind of in between shows, and no one will freaking hire me, which is getting REALLY annoying. It's like I can't escape that stupid Bunny Brigade curse or something.

Personality : I try to be pretty laid back, y'know? I mean, what's the point in getting all worked up over something stupid? Its just going to hurt you and everyone else in the end. I don't like it when people get upset and jump on others because they can't deal. It's one of my biggest pet peeves. Whatever happens, happens. What you do isn't going to chnge it that much; it's just the way things work out. What more do you really need to know? Oh, another pet peeve is people who pretend they're friends until they need something from someone else. I absolutely HATE fake people, and I've had to deal with enough of them that it's just one thing that gets under my skin faster than you can say go. If you've made it into being my friend, you're stuck with me. I stick by the people I care about, and it's simple as that.


Home(s) : Born and raised in Boom Town, thanks. It's home sweet home to me.

History : Adam Nathaniel Edwards was born in Boom Town on February 3rd, 1991. His parents, Natalie and David Edwards, were both associated with show business: Natalie was a film producer, and David worked in television development for a major studio. When Adam was born, they both chose to continue with their jobs rather than actually raise the child, leaving him with tutors and a nanny most of the time, along with a series of babysitters. It was only when he was two years old and started showing an interest in entertaining said babysitters that his parents took an interest in him, and he became a work in progress for the both of them. They were more than a little disappointed when all he could get as a child were several commercial gigs and modeling, in small publications and only on local television. Their boy was good, they knew, but people just weren't giving him a chance! From the time he was three years old on until he was ten, he did different catalogs and commercials, the most famous being a spot in a Sears catalog.

When he was eleven years old, his parents sent Adam to an open casting call for a new generation of cast members of an old show - The Bunny Brigade. While Adam wasn't too enthused with the idea of it, he went ahead with his audition, and was one of the finalists. It looked like he wouldn't make it past that, however, when his nervousness got the better of him and he botched his call back. However, when the girl who had scored just above him on the casting director's list got sick, he was called and given the position. Adam was a cast member of the show from that season, at age eleven, until last year, at age sixteen, when he hung up his Brigade Ears for the last time and left the show. He's been trying to get more adult roles now, at age seventeen, but so far no one seems willing to hire him, because of his squeaky clean image from the show. It's as if his career is cursed by his biggest break, and he's suffering the consequences.

What is the most heroic/villainous thing you've ever done? : Um . . . I don't know. I think I stole my cousin's candy bar when I was, like, six. But she was eating too much and was gonna make herself sick!