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[COLD] Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed. // Adam squared Cole is soooo clingy

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[COLD] Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed. // Adam squared Cole is soooo clingy

Paring- Adam² (Adam Page x Adam Cole)

Category- Fluff

Warnings- Explicit language

Word Count- 464

Note: This is the first fic of any kind I've written in so long and I've never written for either Adam before but I wanted to give it a go so please don't be too harsh ;-;

Cole let out a frustrated sigh as he tossed and turned in the second of two beds in the hotel room he shared with his boyfriend. *Normally* Cole and Hangman would've shared a bed, even if one of them accidentally got a hotel room with two beds instead of one. However, tonight was different. They got into a fight? It wasn't significant enough to consider it a fight....more like a disagreement. But nonetheless, Hangman had insisted they sleep in separate beds. He turned over from where he lay alone to look at Hangman, feeling salty that his boyfriend was getting such deep sleep while he lay there restless and cold despite being wrapped up in all the blankets he could gather. It was winter, after all, and there had been a snowstorm on top of that.

Cole sighed softly as he thought for a minute. He wanted so badly to go over and curl up with his space heater of a boyfriend. However, at the same time, he didn't want to further upset him. After a few minutes, he finally gathered a blanket or two and lay next to Hangman. Cole waited a few minutes for his boyfriend to roll back over and face away, not wanting to wake him before getting up out of his bed and lying next to Hangman. He was surprised when Hangman almost immediately turned back over and pulled Cole close to his body.

"I knew you would come over here at some point, Darlin'." Hangman mumbled sleepily. Placing a gentle kiss on the top of Cole's head. Cole tightly wrapped his arms around Hangman and kept him close, burying his face in his boyfriend's chest. Cole looked up at his boyfriend with a confused look and received a tired smile in return.

"I thought you were asleep." Cole said softly, a pout in his tone and on his face as he spoke.

"I was, but I could pretty much feel how cold you were from here but I didn't know if you were asleep." Hangman said with a slight chuckle and gave Cole a shy smile. "I should've gone to lay with you anyway."

"No, it's okay, babe...You said you wanted us to sleep in separate beds since we were arguing..." Cole couldn't help a slight frown across his face which caused his boyfriend to frown slightly as well.

"Well only cause we were still arguing and I didn't want to go to bed with you angry...It's not good to do that, apparently." Hangman looked away, feeling a bit bad that he had made Cole feel like he couldn't come to lay with him.

"It's okay, baby..." They sat like that in each other's arms, Hangman soothingly running his fingers through Cole's long blonde locks as they enjoyed the comforting silence.

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himbos-hotline · 6 months

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"This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a friend enemy."

OrangeKip ? Or even like, Adam²? (or ur choice!l)

I could be a better [boy]friend than him

2.6k words || Adam squared || Trans femme Adam Cole || Read on ao3

Ink stains Adams right hand like blood drying under his nails. He traces the outline of the bar stamp with his eyes, watching how it shifts when he grabs at the half-empty glass of whiskey, veins bubbling just under his skin as he swallows the rest of the glass down and listens to just how quiet the scraping is when he settles the glass back onto the bar. It's sticky under his arms and Adam presses his lips together to repress a sigh, unrolling his sleeves over his hands. The music is loud enough that it's starting to make a headache grow at his temples, spreading slowly over the front of his head.

It's not his first time in a gay bar; he's been in them with Kenny a few times, always watching as Kenny wanders off into the crowd, giggling soundlessly when he spots Adam sighing at him from over the crowd of people. Adam normally ends up going home alone, a few dollars lighter and a lot tipsier, not that he minds that. He can always get more money and sleep away the hangover in his hotel room. Under his feet, the floor shakes and Adam stares down at his shoes, watching the heels knock against the metal of the bar chair. He's tried his best to be social, squirmed his way through the dancefloor, arms wrapped around himself to stop himself from accidentally knocking into anyone but, like every bar he's ever visited; Adam spends his time at the bar, making small talk with the bartender as he pours him yet another whiskey sour.

He tilts his head thankfully at the bartender, watching her polish a glass before someone nudges him uncomfortably in the ribs. "Hey!" The voice is loud, bordering on annoyed and it hits Adam's ear painfully. He tilts his head towards the man; follows the fade of short black hair and frowns when he raises his arm, clicking his fingers over at the bartender. "Yknow she'll get to you eventually right?" Adam mumbles, a little too loud over the drone out of music. The guy looks at him, eyes narrowed and Adam sees his pupils floating in beer-drunk eyes, he follows them for a few moments, watching the guy drop his arms to turn to him, his movements making Adam rise from the barstool, the click of his boots knock against the sticky laminate floor and the guy looks up at him, unsteady on his feet. "Ya should treat people with a lil more respect." Adam keeps his voice flat, arms folded over his chest.

"Roddy, c'mon." Adam barely hears the voice behind them both. By the time he notices the woman nudging her way onto the barstool opposite him, there's concern biting at the bottom of his stomach. "You remember what I wanna drink right?" She asks, pressing her hand against Roddy's upper arm, squeezing a little when Roddy glares back at Adam, squinting at him through thin eyelashes. "Why don't you go outside?..Find Matt? Get some air." Her voice is floating a little now, words slurring at the corners when she speaks; eyebrows raised as wide pupils dance against the backdrop of bright blue eyes. She sneaks a glance at Adam before looking back up at what he can assume is her boyfriend.

Roddy leaves in a huff, shoving the woman's hand off his arm and Adam pushes himself back into his barstool, hooking the heels of his boots over the footstool. He watches the woman from the corner of his eyes; pretends not to notice the way she wobbles in the chair; her high heels knocking against the metal or the way that a bruise sneaks out from under the hem of her thigh highs. He frowns a little into his drink, rubs his free hand down the front of his jeans and startles a little when the woman reaches a hand out slowly, fingers painted and delicate as she calls over the bartender.

Adam doesn't listen to the conversation the two of them have but does notice the way that the woman's lips turn downwards and the corner of her eyes crease a little, she pales under his eyes when she realizes that Adam is staring. "Do you know where the bathroom is?" She asks, breathing a little heavier than before. "Yeah they're uh.." Adam casts another glance across her smaller frame and smiles, softer than before when she smiles back. "I can walk you there, help ya through the crowd a lil?" He nods over his shoulder, wincing at the amount of people cramming the dance floor. He hunts for Roddy in the crowd for a few seconds, finds nothing more than a few nameless faces looking back at him from under the bright flashing lights before he feels the woman's hand creeping around his bicep. He jumps a little, smiling as he pays for his drink, tucking the dollar bills securely under the glass.

The two of them make small talk as they walk, bodies pressed together. Her body sways into Adam's a few times and he laughs when she steps on his feet. "Ya had a lil too much?" He asks, voice already flooding with lightheartedness when the woman nods; having to lean against the wall when her legs wobble from under her. The toilets loom and Adam's slow to let go of her, slowly prying her fingernails off from around his arm. "I…"

"Will you wait for me? Keep watch?" She asks him, fluttering her eyelashes. Adam can't help but nod. "I'm Adam by the way..Most people call me Cole." Cole waves when she steps away from Adam, giggling when she bumps into the tiled wall of the women's bathroom, her hips sway and Adam watches the way her skirt twirls around her thighs, chuckling a little.

"Well, I'll be damned." He whispers to himself, rubbing the warmth of his cheeks. He isn't sure how much time passes, or how long he spends with Cole sitting talking at the bar. He doesn't see Roddy until they're all outside the bar. Adam's leaning against the wall, listening to Cole slur away with a conversation that's mostly spoken around the end of a cigarette. He follows the way her lips move and the way her lipstick smudges down the curve of her chin, staining her stubble a soft pink. Adam cracks a joke and blushes when Cole laughs. He opens his mouth again.

"Adam!" They both look up and follow Roddy's heavy steps. "What are you doing talking to some creep at the bar? This is why ya keep getting hurt!" Adam glances down at Cole, watches the way her eyes screw up and something in the back of his brain, fizzing with a mix of protectiveness and alcohol makes him move forward. Tucking Cole behind his back as Roddy reaches out to grab her. "What the fuck are ya doing?!" Roddy snaps, hands balling at his sides. "I need to get to my friend! I need to take him home."

Adam feels Cole press a hand against his side and he turns his attention back to Roddy, lips pressing into a thin line of anger. "She doesn't wanna see ya." Adam isn't sure why his brain tells him to be protective but he hears the sound that slips past Cole's lips and slightly lovedrunk, he guards her; watches as Roddy tries to duck around his side. Cole yelps and something flashes against the back of Adam's eyes. He listens to the sound of skin against skin, the feeling of the scuffed knuckles of his fist fit snugly in the curve of Roddy's jaw, feels the warm wetness of blood trickling slowly down his nose and Adam stumbles a little; green eyes rough and focused as Roddy stands up rubbing at his jaw, smearing blood across the side of his mouth.

"What the fuck was that for?" Roddy snaps, spitting against the concrete and Adam feels his fingers flex, cracking a little under the weight. Fighting someone on the street is different from wrestling; it's rougher, harder but Adam stands over Roddy, looking down at him through messy blond curls. "He's my friend"

Cole is still pressed against the wall; blue eyes wider than the sea as she stares, breathing heavy. There's a bruise forming against her wrist and she rubs at it softly, pressing down as the colors bloom under the ink of her tattoo. "She. I'm a she Roddy.We've had this conversation." Her voice trembles when she speaks, following the shaking of her hands as she takes a few unsteady steps, kneeling in front of Roddy. "I don't…" She swallows, looks over her shoulder at Adam before she just stands. "I just want to go home."

"I'll call ya a taxi yeah?" Adam whispers, helping Cole stand when she nods. She keeps her back to Roddy, keeps her shoulders straight and her eyes closed when he yells after her. "Does he know where you live?" Adam asks, voice low against the early morning traffic and muffled by the swipe of Cole's hand across his jaw. Her fingertips come back stained red and Adam thinks of roses growing in his mothers garden all the way back in Virgina or the redness of the blush that he feels painting his cheeks.

"I moved a little while ago..he doesn't know where to." Cole whispers, shivering under the early morning sun. It's turned cold outside the club and despite the adrenaline pulsing through his veins, Adam feels it too. He lets Cole grab onto his shoulders when she slides her heels off and he slides his jacket off to lay it around her shoulders. Cole takes Adam's phone out of his pocket and holds it up to him.

There's the click of the face ID and Adam raises an eyebrow in surprise. "What are ya doing?"

"Giving you my number, silly." Cole hums, chewing on the corner of her lip as she types. She turns Adam's phone around and grins. "It's not fake, don't worry." Adam just nods. A little surprised by her brashness but he puts it down to the alcohol that's still skating through her system. He chuckles, shaking his head at the way her eyes shimmer under the simming street lamps. The taxi comes quicker than what Adam had hoped and he watched it pull up onto the curb. He holds Cole's hand for a few seconds, watches as she opens the door.

"I…" Adam starts, wondering why he's a little heartbroken at the idea of going their own separate ways. She's just some girl from a club that Adam may never frequent again. So why, when Cole looks over her shoulder does he swear that there's a silent call of lingering. "I guess I should take my jacket back?" Adam whispers, gripping the car door tight enough in his hand that he feels the metal warming under his touch.

Cole stares at him. And then she cries. Large round tears slip out her eyes, trailing quickly down her cheeks and Adam feels his eyes widen, lips twisting a little. "What's wrong?" He asks, watching how her mascara mixes with her tears. "Please don't cry." He glances down the street, at the taxi driver who stares back at him through the rear view mirror before staring back down at Cole. Watching her chest heave under her shirt.

"Please don't leave me." She whispers, voice shaking with tears.

"I won't" Adam says, voice shaking with truth.

He slides into the back seat next to her, glancing over his shoulder as the car door locks. Cole slides up next to him, sniffling into his ear as she clings to him. Adam's never been held the way that Cole is clinging onto him right now; like he's a shiny new toy or some precious stone that she wants to keep close, nestled against her so every time her heart beats Adam can hear it. It all makes him feel a little dizzy.

He walks Cole up to her apartment, holds onto her bag while she fishes around for her keys and slides his boots off at the door, watching how she slumps onto the couch. He rubs her aching feet while they watch TV; her legs draped over his like she was made to fit there, they talk and laugh their way through a comedy show before tiredness slowly starts to win out, Adam watches how Cole's eyes lid and he taps her shoulder gently. "We should get you into bed." He whispers, shaking his head fondly when she tiredly raises her arms to snake them around his neck. Adam carries her because he doesn't know what else to do; she's light in his arms and he watches how her legs swing. "I can sleep on the couch if ya want me too." "No!" Cole whines, dropping her head back so fast that her hair tumbles from his loose bun. "Sleep with me!"

"Is it a lil weird? Sharing a bed with a total stranger. Y'know, I could be like a murderer." Adam says, watching how Cole points over at the door furthest away from them. Cole raises her head, stares at Adam for a few seconds incredulity before shaking her head, resting it against his shoulder. "What?" He laughs. "You're too nice to be a murderer."

Cole is the first one awake in the morning, staring at Adam as he sleeps at her side. She shifts slowly, furrowing her eyebrows when there's no familiar ache in her hips. Her fingers brush against the bruise that's slowly starting to grow on the curve of his jaw and slowly, through the ache of a hangover, Cole starts to remember, releasing a groan as she tugs the pillow over her stained face. She's barely aware of the movement beside her until the mattress dips and the movement makes her stomach twist. "Stop doing that." She complains, face still covered.

"Sorry Cole." Adam's voice is thick with sleep and confusion before Cole feels his eyes settle on her. She pushes down the pillow a little, squinting at him a little under the mid afternoon sun. Cole's quiet for what feels like hours, just staring at Adam with bright blue eyes before she asks. "Did we sleep together?" "No." Adam whispers, feeling that ever familiar warmth start growing across his cheeks that seems to only exist whenever Cole stares at him. He watches the way her face contorts before he adds. "It's not that I d-don't wanna…It's just…uh…"

Adam stares at Cole before she starts laughing, softly at first as a weight seems to slip off her shoulders. "Good." She replies, nodding a little in a way that makes Adam feel like she's having a conversation more with herself than with him. "Where'd you get the bruise from?" Cole's fingers are on his face again, her nails itching against Adam's bruised jaw. "I got into a fight, some guy tried to grab ya. Kept thinking you were a guy.."

"Roddy is a little uh…stuck in the past." Cole admits, scrunching her face up a little. "We were friends..know before." Her hands flit out in front of her. "He just…wants me to be that guy again and…"

"Ya aren't." Adam chimes in before Cole can find the right word. The two of them share a small glance that says more than their mouths ever could. Cole nods and then silence floods the room the way the Florida heat floods the night air. Adam smiles, patting her shoulder softly. "You don't have to be that guy y'know that right? If you're happier like this.."

"I am…"

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