PAX and Prison
Minx was having a wonderful time. She felt at home there, at PAX. She and Krism were proudly holding hands, walking through the main convention building. They were searching for the DerpCrew, mainly Chilled though, but had yet to see them. Minx turned to Krism with a soft smile, her own eyes gleaming.
"Fwuff bunny, if you see Anthony, just teww me, okay?", Minx giggled, squeezing Krism's hand. Krism nodded swiftly, grinning at the other woman, cheeks dusted with pink. Minx paused, reaching her hand into one of her jacket pockets and pulling out a small red and blue plastic bag. Krism looked at her, tilting her head, but her eyes lit up as she recognized the package. The bag in question was an animal cracker bag, and Minx promptly handed it to Krism, who tore it open as they walked. Krism squealed happily, pulling a laugh out of Minx. Krism quickly ate all of the animal crackers in ten seconds flat, her mouth and hands covered in crumbs. Minx used the sleeve of her arm to wipe the crumbs on Krism's face away and beamed happily.
"Awww, you wook adowable, Kwism!", she noted, her sharp British accent softening a slight bit. They, not paying attention, bumped into someone noticeably bored.
"Shit! Uh, sorr- ...Minx?"
"Nanners, you fuckin' cunt!", Minx responded, before wrapping her arms around the man, trapping him in a hug. Adam couldn't help but laugh.
"H-Hey! I see Krism is with you?"
"Yup!", Minx said, pulling away, face glowing.
"By the way, Adam, have you seen Chilled anywhere?" Adam involuntarily flinched, looking away for a brief second.
"Anth- uh, Anthony? No, not yet, anyways. He should be here, though, if he isn't busy, which, considering, he shouldn't be."
"Mmm, well if you see him, tell him Minx was looking for him." Adam managed a forced laugh. It sounded eerily real.
"Will do, friend!" Minx skipped away, still hand in hand with Krism, leaving Adam to his thoughts. He had signed a fair amount of autographs, about the amount expected. He didn't have a booth set up as he didn't consider himself that big of a YouTuber, but felt a bit better, the support from all of his fans helping distract him from thoughts of Anthony. Adam noticed that he felt a bit sick to his stomach, queasy, but couldn't put a finger on what was causing it. All he had done was lie, so he shouldn't be this affected.
Adam Montoya, nervous?, he thought. Never! So Adam walked. Not to get anywhere, just to keep walking. In the span of two minutes, it had already become a nervous tick. He didn't want to be there, at PAX, where he might run into the DerpCrew. Especially Chilled.
Steven was bummed out. He was going to miss the first and second day due to his injury, and only get to the other two. At least he had his trusty phone. He could have sworn that he'd already caught two Dratini, something practically unheard of. Tapping on the Avatar Icon, he quickly pressed the three bars, gravitating towards the 'CUSTOMIZE' option. He wanted to add more yellow to his PokemonGo outfit so that he could maybe Vlog a PokemonGo battle with Chilled. Team pride and all that.
Adam had moved away from the crowd quickly, stumbling into an 'empty' room. He was met with two sets of eyes trained on him, one from the floor and one from the other side of the room. The one on the floor, Shaun, was currently getting crushed by a filing cabinet that had, evidently, been dragged from another room. Scott, the one across the room, was tangled up in two folding chairs. Adam, absorbing it all in, opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. After a few minutes of silence, other than soft grunting from Shaun as he tried to crawl out from under the large metal object, Adam finally spoke.
"I... Wh- How?" He broke off into his signature laughter, the other two men's sets of eyes lighting up.
"Well.", Scott hissed, snapping the back headboard of one of the chairs off.
"Rough sex.", Shaun blandly finished, not allowing Scott to continue. Adam, trying to comprehend that, laughed again and pinched the bridge of his nose in disbelief.
"You- How- Y-You're on the opposite sides of the room! I- How did you manage- Jesus...", Adam tried, wheezing with laughter by this point. As he leaned over to help Shaun, Scott finally broke free and hissed again.
"Don't. Ask.", Scott warned, his eyes gleaming with happiness despite his statement. Both older men were relieved to see Adam happy. However, as Adam got Shaun out and he stood up, Scott and Shaun made eye contact and knew what had to be done.
Ryan, his soft hazel eyes fluttering open, was confused. He was in a bed, and it was warm, so he figured it must be his own hotel room, but there was a window to the right of the bed, where there was usually a door in his room. Turning to the left, he was met with a messy head of dark, gleaming hair. He vaguely wondered if he had brought a girl back to his room last night, before reminding himself that this was not his room. It also seemed odd to him, as he wasn't one to do that kind of thing with someone he had just met. When the figure, clearly awake, rolled to face him, it all made sense. Max was there, with him, smiling down at his smaller form, so kind, so warm. Ryan's heart felt like it stopped and he started shivering uncontrollably. Somehow, though, when Max's warm hands moved to his waist and pulled him against his chest, Ryan felt safe. His mind was filled with only a clear image of Max's eyes and knowing full well that the look in them was the definition of the word love. Ryan felt soft pressure on his forehead and knew Max's lips were there, comforting him. Ryan was warm, but it was good. Max spoke, his voice soft and milky to Ryan's ears.
"How has your vision been, dear?" Ryan was taken off guard by this, and he shut his eyes, suddenly too conscious of his Visual Snow.
"Er... S-Same as always..."
"Do you mind if I call you 'dear', by the way? I apologize if I'm being too forward."
"N-No, I... I like it..." Ryan opened his eyes then, staring at the other man with a mixture of intense feelings.
"Thank you."
"You are very welcome, dear."
Two Anthony's and a John had somehow managed to navigate their way to PAX without dying. They found themselves stumbling out of the car, slightly dazed and confused. It was odd to them, being there without Steven. Nonetheless, they were excited, and quickly sprinted to the building. Chilled made it there first, of course, his eyes blazing with excitement. He had his hat on, the Mario hate with a 'C', and a pen was in his back pocket, ready to sign autographs. He had, for a brief moment, wondered if it was pretentious of him to do such, but he figured it couldn't hurt. He was already inside the building when Smarty and GaLm reached the entrance, but he paused to give them time to ketchup. Chilled turned to the two of them, eyes wide and excited.
"So, do you guys wanna do anything in particular, or just kinda wander around?" GaLm and Smarty shot a look at each other that Chilled didn't understand, and his brow furrowed.
"Er, well, it looks like someone here wants to talk to you.", Smarty responded, grabbing GaLm's hand and starting off, away. Chilled, confused, turned around, only to nearly fall over backwards at the intense embrace of Minx. Anthony let out a wheezing breath, surprised, and Minx only laughed, pulling away. He noticed Krism was there, but she seemed out of place. Anthony found himself frowning.
"Anthony! I was looking for you! How have things been going with Steven?" Anthony felt sick, suddenly, his eyes narrowing.
"Oh, uh, good. He's in the hospital, though." Minx started getting blurry in his vision.
"Wh-What? Wh- O-Oh my god, you're crying, are you okay?" Anthony wiped a hand across his eyes and took several deep breaths.
"Yeah, just... He... He woke up just covered in blood and it just couldn't have been an accident."
"Hmm. Well, that explains one thing. I thought you were bunking with Adam, too, but I saw him a bit ago. Why didn't you guys come here together?" Anthony looked away.
"He... He lied about something. Something pertaining to Steven. I'm... Yeah. I'll be right back." Anthony walked off quickly, heading towards the bathroom, leaving a certain British woman thinking very hard about Adam.
The Adam that Minx was thinking about was, that very moment, getting locked into a janitor's closet. One moment he was helping Shaun get out from underneath a filing cabinet, and the next he had Scott's hand over his mouth and Shaun's arms shoving him into said closet. When it was finally locked, he felt cold. He was disoriented and cold. The turn of events seemed so out of place that it wouldn't process in his mind. Scott and Shaun, practically his parents, had locked him in a closet. Something in the back of his mind reminded him that the analogy of it being a 'closet' was ironic, but he quieted it.
Anthony, on his way to the bathroom, passed Scott and Shaun, and felt uneasy. They were looking at him with burning eyes, something so similar to what he had felt in the restaurant with Adam's eyes on him. He couldn't help but shiver as he finally passed them. They were his friends, but something about it made him even more sick to his stomach. He shouldn't have turned his back to them, a fact he realized when he felt a hand over his mouth and another hand squeezing his wrists together, effectively binding him. In the next few seconds, he was roughly shoved into a closet, and found himself face to face with the one person he desperately didn't want to see.
"...Adam."
Minx was not having the best time as she searched for the other Anthony and John. She needed more information on the story. Krism was running behind her, with a worried expression on her face. She didn't much care for the well being of the men she was vaguely familiar with, but when Minx was worried, she was worried.
They had just been there with him when she went to hug him, so Minx knew full well where they had gone. Finally reaching them, she grabbed the other Anthony by the arm, her eyes sharp.
"Tell me what happened the day Adam left." Anthony and John were both taken off guard, and Anthony turned, giving John a look that said 'Go, we'll meet up later.' John nodded and skipped off, trying to ignore the voices telling him to stay.
"Why?", Anthony asked, shooting Minx a hard glare.
"He ran off crying, thank you very much. Now tell me what happened."
"H-He did? Wher-"
"Tell me what happened."
"Ghaa... Well, Adam had lied to Steven about the other Anthony's feelings. He said Anthony was in love with him and not Steven. Chilled and Adam went out to lunch and Chilled didn't know about it. Steven told me, I texted Chilled, and Chilled politely asked him to stay elsewhere. Now, tell me why he ran off crying." It took Minx a few minutes to respond as she processed the information she had been given.
"Ah, it makes sense now. I brought up Adam and he seemed... Hmm."
"Seemed what?"
"Distraught."
"Ah." The two stared at each other awkwardly before turning away, Minx to Krism, GaLm to find Smarty. Minx stared down at the other woman before embracing her.
"I'm sorry to drag you along with this, but Chilled is one of my best friends, and I can't stand seeing him upset."
"I understand, wifey." Minx giggled, kissing Krism's nose.
"Hey... A-Adam..." Anthony spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. He grew infinitely more uncomfortable at the small distance between there faces, and quickly backed up.
"U-uhm... so... Anthony...?" Adam began, in which Anthony said nothing, only looked away. Adam was mentally cursing himself for stuttering so much.
"Anthony, I..." Anthony interrupted Adam by turning around and trying to open the door. Adam quickly leapt forward and wrapped his arms around Anthony's waist from behind.
"A-Anthony wait!"Anthony froze and slowly craned his neck to look at Adam.
"I-I..." Adam began, but didn't finish. He released Anthony and stepped away.
"Sorry..." he muttered quietly.
"I- just... I'm sorry. About everything, Anthony. I'm sorry for making you so uncomfortable, for getting between you and Steven, for... for..." Adam was unable to finish as he soon found Anthony's arms wrapping around him and pulling him into an embrace. Adam's heart skipped a beat and he looked up at Anthony. Anthony's face had a red hue to it, making Adam smile a small smile.
"A-Adam...", Anthony began.
"I'm... sorry for making you feel so awful about it... I just..." he stared deep into Adam's dark, secretive brown eyes.
"I'm sorry..." Anthony said after ten seconds of silence. Anthony slowly released him and backed up.
"An...thony?" Adam tried stepping toward him. In his step, a sticky ripping sound emanated from below his feet. Adam jumped and looked down. He saw nothing. He then slowly looked back up at Anthony and tried another step. The sticky rip sounded again, but much quieter.
"Um..." Anthony watched him.
"You stepped in something sticky, Adam..." Adam looked down, then smiled as he looked up at Anthony.
"Well... I guess you could say we're in a sticky situation." Anthony's face went completely void of anything before a moment, then a dead expression. He tried to force a laugh, but failed miserably. Adam looked down, quickly growing embarrassed and feeling idiotic.
"Oh...", he muttered out.
"S-sorry Adam...", Anthony said quietly as he took a step forward. Adam looked up at Anthony. Instead of seeing his chest and face, he got a mouthful of lips. Adam's eyes widened in utter surprise. His chest quickly warmed up and he was filled with fluttering joy as he kissed back. Anthony's mind ran wild. He began getting thoughts of Steven, but he was too entranced by their lip contact to say anything at this point. Adam pulled away after a while of this. Both men had very red faces, rapid heartbeats, and racing minds. Anthony spoke first.
"Oh... Adam... I... I shouldn't have done that..." he turned away and put his face in his hands. Adam's heart stopped beating momentarily. He approached Anthony, put a hand on his shoulder, and tried to speak. Anthony shrugged his hand off.
"I-I... what am I going to tell Steven..." He went to say more, but Adam began rubbing Anthony's back and hushing him.
"Shhh... shhh... it's okay... you don't have to tell him anything..." Anthony slowly turned to Adam with a distraught expression.
"But-!" Adam put a finger to his lips and gently lowered him to sit on the ground, back against the door.
"Shhh... it's okay... it's okay..." Anthony slowly relaxed as Adam wrapped an arm around his shoulders. Adam rubbed Anthony's back again with a hand, continuing to hush him softly. Anthony slowly looked at Adam, visibly fighting back tears. He was surprised as he felt himself pulled into the other man's lap.
"H-huh? W-", he tried to protest, but fell silent as Adam once again pressed a finger against Anthony's lips.
"Shhh...", he hushed before removing his finger and slowly pressing their lips together. Anthony's eyes widened and he stared at Adam, who now had closed eyes. Adam's arms snaked around the taller man's waist and pulled his body against his own, deepening the kiss in this motion. Anthony began to feel entranced, and could hardly pull away if he wanted to. It was Adam who pulled away from the lip contact. Anthony had a very prominent blush on his cheeks, causing Adam to chuckle softly.
"That's so cute, Anthony...", Adam whispered in his ear gently.
"So sweet..." Anthony bit his lip.
"F-fine... you got me, Adam. I... I..." He murmured the end. Adam traced circles on Anthony's back.
"You...?" Anthony looked at him.
"I... I care about you..." Adam's eyes lit up, but he said nothing as a large smile grew upon his face. Adam Montoya's heart grew three sizes that day. Anthony spoke after five seconds of silence.
"B-but Stev-" He was cut short as Adam kissed his forehead softly.
"Hush. Forget about him. Right now it is just you and me." Anthony shifted slightly, frowning, but said nothing. He decided to try something out, maybe get a chance to talk. He softly grinded against Adam's crotch, much to the smaller man's surprise. Adam nearly lost his grip on Anthony, but quickly regained it. Anthony felt as if he wasn't in control, and ducked his head sheepishly. Adam's mind and heart were racing, but this did not negate that he was certainly enjoying himself. Adam started to grind up into Anthony, his hands on the other's hips, but that was when the door opened, and they both fell into the opening, Adam on top of Anthony, staring up at Shaun and Scott. Shaun and Scott held cold expressions as they pulled Adam to his feet. Without glancing back at Anthony, they pulled Adam away from the scene. Anthony slowly got to his feet, feeling his heart pounding in his chest. He thought of Steven, then of Adam, then Steven, then Adam, Steven, Adam, Steven, Adam... This continued for what seemed like years, but was only about a minute straight of silent thinking. He felt conflicted and guilty. He felt for both of the men, and felt as if being near one was hurting the other. He decided to go to the bathroom and wash himself off, maybe try to forget about it for a while. When he reached the bathroom door, he saw John and the other Anthony standing there, each with crossed arms, GaLm with a slightly worried expression. They both turned to Anthony when they heard him, before quickly going to the tall man.
"Anthony, where were you?", GaLm inquired.
"What happened?", John asked. Anthony looked between the two. He could tell there was no way to forget now. Not soon, at least.
"Well... I was just walking... and then... Shaun and Scott grabbed me and shoved me into a closet. They had really... cold looks..." Anthony went silent for a while. When he spoke again, his voice was softer and more quiet.
"Adam... was in the closet... and... we... we k-k... fuck... kissed... a-and..." John cut him off.
"Skip that part." Anthony looked at him, then at GaLm. GaLm's expression hadn't changed. Anthony shivered at the memory and continued.
"Well... the closet door opened... and then Shaun and Scott were just glaring down at me before they dragged Adam away. I thought I'd come to the bathroom to just clean myself up..." GaLm and Smarty shared looks, before GaLm spoke.
"It's alright, Anthony. Steven doesn't have to know." He wrapped Anthony into a motherly hug.
"Everything's gunna be alright.", GaLm said softly before pulling away.
Minx was pacing in one of the empty meeting rooms, her eyes narrowed.
"This is bad, Krism. This is really fucking bad."
"I know, Minxie... You've said that like fifteen times..."
"Just... God, You don't think Adam... C-Could've done something... something like that?" Krism's face scrunched up just slightly, her eyes dimmed.
"I don't know Adam very well... I wouldn't know." Minx shot a look of sadness at the other woman, her breaths quick, a sign that she was about to cry.
"J-Just the thought that someone, anyone would do that to Steven, I just... Chilled... Chilled looked so broken, I-I-" She broke off and let out a strangled sob. Krism, biting her tongue to avoid saying anything rude, embraced Minx tightly, silently.
Max finally found both himself and a masked, nervous Ryan at PAX. Max wasn't holding hands with Ryan, but it felt odd to not do so. His hand felt almost empty, strange. The two of them made their way to a panel they had wanted to see, and sat down, near the middle. They were a bit early, so they made small talk as they sat, waiting for others to filter in. After a solid fifteen minutes, two before the panel was due to begin, the room was packed. The people on the elevated stage decided to start a bit early due to a rise in expected attendance, but Max couldn't focus. He was practically itching for physical contact. Smirking lightly, his hand found it's way to Ryan's knee, who looked over at the taller man, his mask not showing his eyes, but his mouth visibly trembling, as Max had noticed was per norm with the shorter man. His hand moved to the inside of his leg, before agonizingly slowly trailing up, closer to Ryan's thigh. Ryan started trembling, his blush just visible under his mask. Max's hand paused just before it got to the other's already starting to harden erection, Ryan's face now completely red as he looks away.
"Something wrong?", Max asks, starting to slowly rub the inside of Ryan's thigh, smiling as if nothing was wrong. When Max started to lightly scratch, he was finally met with a bigger reaction. Ryan had to bite his own lip, nearly causing it to bleed, just to hold back a sinful noise.
"Well, dear? Are you alright?", he continued, his fingernails pressing in a bit harder. Ryan was now clearly starting to sweat, sporting a full hard on. Ryan's hazel eyes were wide behind the mask, and he let out a long, hot breath, licking his lip to make sure it wasn't bleeding. Max's hand brushed up against Ryan's erection just slightly, and Ryan let out a soft whine, unprepared. He felt so exposed, out in public like this. He felt eyes on him, but wasn't entirely sure if he was just imagining it. He finally spoke, unable to take it anymore.
"M-Max..."
"Yes, Ohmie?"
"C-Can we... go for a few minutes?" Max's eyes sparkled at that, his smirk shifting into a more friendly grin.
"It would be my pleasure.", he said, before standing up, reaching his hand out to help Ryan up. Ryan accepted it, and they shuffled out of the room. Ryan felt people's eyes on him and he hurried out. As soon as they were out of the room, Max started leading Ryan somewhere by the hand.
"Wh-Where are we going?", Ryan whispered, confused. Max didn't respond, pulling him to the entrance of the building and walking out. They strolled through the parking lot, hand in hand, and Ryan felt his stomach flip as they got in the car but didn't start it. Max just shut and locked the doors and stared at Ryan, sighing.
"This thing we have has only been going on for two days, my idiot crush only a month, and I... god. You're just so fucking pretty, Ryan." As Max said the last few words, one of his hands trailed to the other's face, cupping their cheek. Ryan's lips quivered and Max's hand moved around to the back of Ryan's head, grabbing a fistful of his hair before smashing their lips together. After a few endless seconds, they broke apart, panting, and Ryan moved to sit on Max's lap, facing him. Max planted soft kisses all over Ryan's neck, face, and even arms and hands, before pulling away.
"Ryan, I love you, alright? I'm not... good at taking things slow in relationships, but I love you. I just... I just wanted you to know." Ryan felt his heart swell with emotion.
"M-Max, er... I... I really... I think I love you too, and I wouldn't m-mind... um... d-da-"
"Dating...?"
"...Uh, yeah."
"I wouldn't either."
"S-So... are you my boyfriend now?"
"Of course, dear. If that is what you want. I love you."