So you all seemed to like the Adam/Greg pairing. A little too much perhaps. So this is a little oneshot about them. We'll see what happens, yes? This starts just after the play (Romeo and Juliet) where Adam reveals that Greg is just a bit more than bicurious—KG64
"Greg," I whine, tugging on his arm, intentionally acting like a little kid who has been denied ice cream. "Come on."
"No. I'm still mad at you."
I giggle. "It's not like they wouldn't have figured it out eventually anyway," I point out. "I'm really surprised that Matt hasn't got you figured out yet. He says his gaydar has never been wrong."
"It's because I'm not gay."
"Bi, then," I say happily. He scowls. "Oh, Gregory, dear, don't be like that! It's really not that bad! You know you love me." I wink.
"No," he growls. "I hate you to the ends of the earth and beyond, Adam."
I place a hand over my heart. "That hurts, Greg, that really, really hurts. And here I was, about to confess my undying devotion to you."
He doesn't answer, and then we're at my dorm building. He continues on the path to the next building, and I run up the stairs to my room. I unlock the door and am met with the sight of a half-naked girl. We both screech at the same moment, both of us spinning around. "David!" We shout at the same moment. My roommate walks out of the bathroom. He looks at his girl and then at me.
"You said you were spending the night with your boyfriend, Adam."
"No, I didn't, you ass!" I snap. "I said I was going to spend the day with a friend so that he could get back together with his boyfriend. If you weren't stoned out of your mind half the time you would know that I don't have a boyfriend." The closest thing I have is Greg, who is consistently pushing me away because he's 'straight.' Right. I think the only one who believes that at all is… no one.
"Well… could you leave? We're kind of in the middle of something."
"Where the fuck am I supposed to go?" I demand. Then I can't help but think of what Matt said, and how Alex is spending the night with Rachel. Meaning that Greg is alone. I could probably commandeer Collin's bed, although I don't particularly want to know what's happened between him and Matt in that bed. But it's better than nothing.
"I don't know," David shrugs. "Don't you have someone you can crash with? One of your little gay friends or something?"
I groan and say, "My only two definitively gay friends are currently getting it on even more than you and Lisa at the moment. Lisa, do you have a shirt on, or something so I can turn around in my own freaking room?"
"Oh, yeah!" And that is why she dates David. She's too stupid to realize how bad of a decision that is. "Okay, I'm decent."
I turn around to glare at David. "Well?"
"Come on, Adam," he nearly begs. "I need this."
"You are a self-absorbed dickhead," I note, grabbing my pajamas, toiletries and a change of clothes and shoving them into my school bag, dumping the abandoned books on my bed. "Keep your asses off my bed. I don't want any STDs."
I walk across campus and knock on Greg and Collin's door. "What do you want, Adam?" Greg groans when he answers, but he steps aside to let me in.
"David's fucking his girlfriend at the moment," I answer. I shudder. "Half-naked girls in person are worse than your posters." I've made it clear that I am not a fan of the posters. Collin's poster is nice though. Ryan Kelly… no idea who that is, but whatever. "I need a place to crash."
"So long as you don't try anything."
"Wasn't planning on it," I chirp, dumping my things on Collin's bed. I grin widely at him. "If your… curiosity gets the better of you, though, I won't complain."
He chucks his pillow across the room at me. "Shut up, Adam."
I take a shower and get ready for bed, and when I come back out, Greg is sitting on his bed, looking at his computer. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"Watching a movie. Wanna watch it with me?"
"Sure," I say, and he pops the DVD out of his computer and sticks it in the DVD player he shares with Collin instead. Collin's bed is at an awkward angle in comparison to the TV so I join Greg on his bed. And then, out of the blue, his hand is running up and down the inside of my thigh. It might be an incredible turn on if it wasn't so funny. What makes it even funnier is that he doesn't realize he's doing it. Definitely not straight. "Do you really like my leg that much, Greg?" I ask. "I can take my pants off if you want a better view."
I snatches his hand away, looking slightly horrified. Then he says, "Oh, fuck it," and he attacks me, pinning me to the bed, mauling my face with his mouth. I return the kiss—if you can really call it that—eagerly. And he's the one to add tongue, thank you very much. When he finally pulls away, he mutters, "Okay, so I might not be straight."
I start laughing. "You also might not be a duck-billed platypus," I note.
He pushes me off the bed and I cross the room to get into Collin's. The next morning, I'm woken by Collin's shout of, "Adam, what the fuck are you doing in my bed?"
I jump up and a bunch of words spill out of my mouth in a jumbled mess. "I—my roommate—his girlfriend—I didn't—oh, fuck." Greg is going to kill me.
Collin grins wickedly. "Alex is going to hear about this one, Greg."
"Go back to the third floor," he groans.
Collin doesn't answer him, just takes Matt into the bathroom, and I don't really want to know what they're doing in there. "Why didn't you just tell them?"
"What?" I ask, turning to look at Greg.
"Why didn't you tell them what happened last night?"
I shrug. And then I grin cheekily at him. "I'm determined to turn you gay, Greg. I'm realizing that the best way to do that is to stay on your good side."
"Why do you want to turn me gay so badly?" he demands.
I look at him as mischievously as I can manage, pick up my bag and give him a quick peck on the cheek. "You figure it out," I say as I step out the door.
He does. Quickly. Of course, his figuring it out might have something to do with how I treat him at mealtimes. Which includes running my hands along the inside of his thighs. Funny thing is, he never objects until I start cupping him. Then he just twitches and jumps up to go get ketchup or a drink or something.
And then, over the summer, he calls me and asks me if I'd like to share a suite. "What about Collin?" I ask.
"You really think Collin's without a roommate?" he asks.
"Good point." And it's not like he could just trade roommates, since Alex graduated. "Sure," I say. I grin, not that he can see me. "But if you can't keep your hands off me…"
There is a heavy silence on the phone. Then he asks, "Yeah, I need to talk to you about that. First move in day, okay?"
Move in day, I dump all my stuff in the room and make the bed. Greg gets there and doesn't say anything for a long time. Eventually he looks at me. "How do you know if you're gay or just bi?"
I gape. "Your posters of chicks. Did you like them because you actually liked them or because you were supposed to like them?"
"Does that not answer your question, Greg?" I ask.
"Well… sort of. But how do you know if you're actually bi, or if you're only gay for one person?"
I raise my eyebrows. "Greg, what on earth are you talking about?"
He kisses me. "Date me?" he whispers. "I don't want to tell the others. I'm not ready for anyone to know. I'm not sure I'll ever be ready. But if you're okay with that… I spent the entire summer trying to convince myself that I didn't like you like that. I was entirely unsuccessful."
I grin. "You got it." Collin bemoaned the fact that Matt was straight, until he learned otherwise. I spent my time hoping that Greg could be bi, at the very least. Wish granted.
Our relationship continues, a weird mix of platonic and sexual. Probably because when we go out it's as friends and it's only when we're alone that we are what we are. But I'm okay with that. And then one night, Greg whispers into my shoulder, "God, Adam, you're so hot. I just want to—"
He cuts himself off. I grin and hop out of his bed. I grab some lube and a condom out of my desk drawer and drop them on the bed. I straddle him. "You want to what, Greg?" I challenge.
"Honestly?" I nod. He says, "I want to fuck you into tomorrow."
I kiss him. "God, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear that."
"That's why you love me."
It's only a few minutes before we're entirely nude. Then he says, "Adam… I have no idea what I'm doing."
I smile. "It's fine."
I cover my fingers in the lubricant and begin fingering myself, inserting one and trying not to moan. I move it in and out. If only Greg would—then Greg takes over, starting with one finger, then adding a second and a third. A searing pain erupts in my ass, but it feels so good. I moan. "Adam?"
I nod, unable to find words, so he continues with three fingers stretching me. Then he pulls away. "Greg…" I pout.
But then he's over me, the tip of his cock teasing my entrance. He suddenly looks unsure. Probably because part of him still doesn't want to admit he's not straight even though we've been dating in secret for more than two years. But then I lick my lips, and that sets him off. He slides in and, oh fuck it hurts. I think I let out a cry, because he stops, not very far in at all. "Continue," I gasp. He does, stopping when he's completely sheathed. After a moment, I'm able to relax a bit, even though it fucking burns. "Move," I gasp.
He does, slowly at first, but his eyes are glazed over with lust. And the idiot is still trying to deny he's gay. I've never seen him look at girls in any way similar to that. Some guys he'll stare at just a little bit too long. Whatever. I'll get him to admit he's bisexual before I work on getting him to admit the truth. He hits my prostate and I see stars. I'm not sure what I do or say, but I can tell he makes an effort to do it again.
And all too soon, it's over. As he's lying next to me, he whispers, "Adam, I have a confession."
"What is it?"
"I'm not bi. I'm gay."
I start laughing. "I know, Greg."
He makes a face and says, "I take that back. I'm only gay for you. For everyone else I'm asexual."
"Well aren't I special." I snuggle in close to him. "I love you too, Greg."
He laughs. "I'm glad you caught what I didn't say."
No one knows we're more than friends until Collin calls one day. Without thinking, I answer the phone, since Greg's in the shower. "Hello?"
"Hey, I just wanted to—Adam?"
Oops. "Uh, yeah?"
"Why in fuck are you answering Greg's phone?"
"I was visiting him and he, uh, is in the bathroom." Sort of true. The last part. I'm kind of living with him, not just visiting, but other than that…
"Do you make a habit of answering people's phones when they're not in the room?"
"Uh, yes?" I'm say uh way too much. "Why were you calling?"
"Matt and I are getting married. Molly and Mel want your help on the wedding."
"Molly and Mel?"
"You honestly think me and Matt are organized enough to plan a wedding?" Collin demands.
I help with the wedding. I don't even care if I get married to Greg. I wish he was just okay enough with himself to tell everyone.
It's about six months after Collin and Matt's wedding that Greg decides to give me the best anniversary present ever—it's our fourth anniversary, and he takes me out to dinner. Where he treats me like his boyfriend. Not like a friend, but like a boyfriend. He holds my hand, even kisses me once.
And then we tell everyone. Their reactions are as follows…
Matt (grumbling): "Finally."
Collin (laughing): "I can't believe you let Adam turn you gay, Greg."
Alex: "Where's Jonathan! I need another straight guy or I'm gonna go mad.
Jonathan: "… Wow, Greg. Just… wow."
Liz (squealing): "Yay! This is so exciting!"
Rachel: "Congratulations. When's the wedding?"
I sputter, trying to find an answer. Greg looks her dead in the eye and says, "We're eloping tomorrow."
I choke and everyone starts laughing at me. Then I manage to look at Greg and say, "You haven't even proposed yet, mister."
He shrugs. "I just assumed…"
"You do know what assuming, does, don't you, Gregory, dear?" I ask.
And that is my piece on Adam and Greg. They were none too cooperative in telling me what went down though. That was their secret. Whatever. It probably only got told at all because Adam was willing to tell me. I couldn't get anything out of Greg. Thanks for reading. :)