once again thinking about the adam squared death match. thinking about the crown of thorns. How it was used to strip jesus of his royalty- brought down by something that he had created. How only in suffering did people see him as a person not a Martyr.
How deafeating adam cole was something hangman had to do so he could see himself as human again. How Cole could only be a person between the beauty of suffering and the softness of mockery. Cole truely became human again after that match it makes me insane
Adam squared (because I need more) high school au (could potentially be an afterschool wrestling club 👀) and it has a similar premise to the image, like they both have crushes on each other and express it through being mean to each other.
I FUCK WITH THIS!!! if you have ideas or specific things in mind dm me 👀👀👀 anything helps
Softly at first, their lips barely touch as the two of them mumble into each other's mouths. It's slow enough that Cole feels almost dizzy with lust as he bites into the fat of her bottom lip. His hands brush against the hem of her shirt and Adam's fingers are warm against the curve of her stomach.
The pads of his thumb are rough when it raises against the curve of her chin and Cole slowly blinks her eyes open; she studies the curve of his jaw, the almost fresh pinkness of his lips as they flood and fill with blood. She feels his breath blow slowly against the scruff of her cheek and it's enough to make Cole turn to look up at him, studying his half blown out pupils, the distant look that haunts the corner of his eyes.
"What's wrong?" She doesn't know why she asks; voice rough in her chest and when Adam smiles, scoffing out a laugh it's almost like Cole can taste his sadness. "Is it because I'm not..."
"What? No!" Adam is slow to remove his hands from her stomach but Cole mourns the lack of warmth nonetheless. "Here, I have something for you." He whispers, swallowing when Cole tilts her head a little to the side, studying his face as he digs through the pocket of his jeans. Cole steps away, just enough room for Adam to pat down the inside pocket of his leather jacket; eyebrows up in annoyance, kiss swollen lips knotted tightened together.
And then his face all smoothes out and Cole stares, almost dumbfounded because under the new anger lines and the old taste of alcohol that sticks to the back of her teeth, Adam hasn't really changed. Somewhere buried inside him between all the anxiety and loss is the man Cole used to watch sleeping. "Hey, here." His voice is softer now yet it still makes Cole jump when it breezes past her ears.
His hands lay cupped within one another, cradling A silver chain. It looks so deceptively dainty against Adam's scuffed hands, yet he holds it carefully enough that Cole almost can't bear the idea of touching it. She stares at it, face softened by indifference, eyes warmed by surprise. "That's for me?" Cole asks, whispering the question into Adam's cupped hand as she runs the curve of her nail across each link; feels how they chill the lotion-soft tips of her fingers.
"Of course its for you Princess." Adam's laughing; sweet and soft like Cole's just told him a joke that he's only half understood. "Ya..you do like it don't ya?" Adam asks and Cole shoots her head up; tears brightening the corner of her eyes.
"It's beautiful."
Adam wobbles the chain a little until it loops securely around his fingers. "You wanna put it on?" He asks, the edge crawling into his voice as he studies Cole's wet eyes and half open lips. "Turn around." There's just the hint of an order and Cole allows him to turn her around, letting herself tangle her own loose hair up until it overflows over her own fingers. The chain thunks slightly against her chest and Cole smiles to herself, half lidded eyes closing as Adam kisses the length of her neck.
It's careful at first, almost as if Adam is testing how her cold skin blushes and warms against his lips, how the faint smell of sugar scrub tastes on his tongue and then, he takes the chain between his canines and bites down. The chain tightens and Cole feels it tighten ever so slightly around her throat. The sound that falls out her mouth is almost a pathetic mix between a groan and a whimper; a sharp intake of air that makes Adam pull her hips closer against his. His mouth gets faster then, dragging and biting at her skin until bruises shimmer through the last streaks of self tan.
Adams spit is collecting in the collar of her shirt; warm and sticky spit pools in the dents on her collarbone and Cole feels the pulsepoint hammering behind her ear and almost like Adam is a bloodhound, he presses the bridge of his nose into the side of her head, tongue licking the curve of her ear. "You want this too?" He asks and Cole barely has time to collect her thoughts before Adam bites the back of her neck, tongue slipping across the clasp of the necklace.
He pulls back slowly and Cole imagines spit running down his chin; connecting the two of them from behind and she turns around, quick enough that the hotel room spins around her, long after she's turned to face him, he blurs just a little in front of her face and Cole giggles, just breathless enough that it makes her wonder if it really came from her mouth. "How do I look?" She asks, feeling the way the chain shifts and moves around her throat, how it the chain through the clasp as she shifts in front of Adam, he's shifting it between his fingers, eyes closed as if he's listening to the way the metal clinks together as it tightens and slips and loosens around her slender throat.
"Good." Is what Adam settles on, sealing it like a love letter promise with a kiss against her temple. "Like it was made for ya." He smiles and through the softness, Cole smiles back. Her hair fans out against her shoulders and Adam twirls strands around his finger, tugging it ever so slightly. "Let's get this shirt off huh?" He half-asks half demands and Cole nods, watching as Adam settles back against the headboard; legs politely crossed and back nestled against the crumpled pillows, almost like he's waiting and the idea of him watching her makes Cole's cheeks flush.
She teases the shirt up her body and tugs it up slowly, studying Adam's face as she strips her shirt off slowly. The chain is cold around her neck and when she tosses her shirt on the floor, Cole watches how it dangled between her tits, swinging slowly as it strokes across her nipples. Adam makes a sound akin to a pleasantly surprised squeak and Cole can't help the little turn that she does, the two of them share a laugh until Cole can't hold back anymore, she steps forward, laces her legs around Adam's hips and leans in to kiss him with a fury that sets alight the bottom of her brain; she feels the flames of lust licking at her chest, bringing a pinkness to them and soon Adam's hands are digging into her chest, fingers flicking and pinching at her nipples until they're two puffy, swollen nubs against his fingers and Cole is whimpering into his mouth, licking into his mouth to capture the ecstasy of his mumbled words and praise that fills Adam's open mouth and sit free and wild on his tongue.
Cole's hips rock slowly, grinding and digging into Adam's lap with desire. He pulls away slowly, dragging his tongue out her mouth slow enough that Cole feels the muscle twitch to press between her top lip and teeth, eager to taste every little bit of her. He smiles breathless and when he licks her spit off the bottom of his kiss-stained lips, Cole presses her forehead against his chin. "I like this." She whispers, breathing in the smell of lust that stains the air around them. Above her Adam hums, sliding his hands up her bare thighs, blunt nails dragging red lines against her pale skin, he marks her and when cole leans up to kiss him again,he takes the chance to slip his hands through the bottom of her shorts, fingertips rubbing almost innocently against the underside of her swollen cock, it twitches under her panties and Cole lets her eyes flutter close for what feels like hours, he keeps his fingers moving painfully slow as he watches her come untangled in his lap.
The chain warms against her pinking skin as Adam strokes her slowly, Cole feels the leg holes tighten around the back of her thighs as he moves his hand stroking gently and soon Cole can't take it anymore. She raises herself slowly on her knees, feels Adams fingers slip off the underside of her cock, and slowly strips off her shorts. "cmon please! This isn't fair!" She whines, sitting back on Adam's legs as he tugs the chain, just enough that it tightens around her throat enough that it silences her. "Please, just fuck me?" She doesn't know why she demands it like a question but Adam scoffs out a laugh nonetheless and nods slowly.
"I will, I will." He promises, letting the necklace drop between her tits again. "I just wanna try something new." He states it simply and studies Cole's eyes as she nods at him. "I know you'll act so good for me darling" He raises an eyebrow, eyes filled with warning of punishment and Cole folds her arms across her chest just a little stubbornly. "Ya such a brat, yknow that?" Adam teases her as he strips his own shirt off.
"I'm not a brat!" Cole argues. Her face scrunches up a little; lips pursed as she settles back on Adam's lap. She feels their cocks rub together through the thick demin of his jeans and it makes Cole stumble out a surprised moan; her cock twitches in her boxers and for a few seconds the two of them stare at one another. Cole blinks wide-eyed and stunned while Adam's face smoothes out in thinking as he unloads his belt slowly through the loops. "You're not gonna tie me up again, we did that. That's not really new idiot." Cole complains again and Adam just laughs at her, tossing his belt to the side of the room.
"I don't wanna punish you Princess." He tells her. His large hand settles against the curve of her spine, fingers sliding under the waistband of her boxers and Cole tilts her hips backwards. "What are ya doing?" He coos a little, finger hooking through the loop of her necklace. He doesn't pull her closer or tighten it; Adam simply holds it as if it's the only thing holding them together. "You look wonderful like this." He whispers and Cole's face stains red at the praise.
He's kissing her again. More frantic this time almost as if the two of them have forgotten the taste of each other's lust. There's the shedding of clothes and soon the chill of winter air hits Cole's naked skin. Adams lips hunt through the folds of her thighs, licking at the folds of skin where her hips meet her pelvis. He's eager to taste her and as Cole writhes and wiggles, letting her legs hang loose and open around his shoulders. Adam's back arches, soft kisses peppering behind her knees, the back of her calves. He presses soft kisses up the scars on her ankles, rubs dirty fingers across them as if love would be enough to take the pain away.
It's soft enough that it almost makes Cole feel better. Almost. She points her toes, wraps her ankles loosely around the middle of his back and snuggles herself in as he smiles down at her. Adam squeezes his hand and with a soft nod, he takes Cole's throbbing tip in his mouth. His mouth is warm and wet and Cole settles the weight of her cock against his tongue, getting used to the feeling of the ache of desire in her stomach, the burning of love mixing with the embering flames of lust against her tongue. She wonders just how it feels for him; how it must feel for her to leak onto his tongue, to dribble down his throat. She whimpers when Adam takes her deeper, slips a hand around her ass to stroke a finger slowly down her hairless asshole. She feels his nails, blunt and round pressing against her and its almost enough to make her moan. Her hands tangle in his hair, tugging at his frizzed up curls until Adam's mouth is vibrating around her. He's slow to pull off her and Cole pushes her hips forward, desperate to chase the energy that he's filled her with.
He presses a soft kiss to her tip, lips scuffed against the pink head and Cole bites into the corner of her mouth that blood mixes with the taste of Adam in her mouth. "W-why'd you stop?" She asked, voice barely above a whisper and it sounds so pathetic to her ears, almost like it's a cry, a sob. But Adam just pats her flank reassuringly as if he was trying to pet one of his more nervous horses back home. "Please?" She asks, softer this time. Her hands come up to wrap around the chain around her neck, fingers digging into the chain.
"Does it hurt Princess?" Adam asks and Cole doesn't know when he moved off her but his hands are suddenly smoothing down her face, petting under her arms. "Color?" He asks and it's just sharp enough that it stabs through Cole's messy brain.
She thinks for a little, wiggles her fingers under the chain and presses down against the marks in her skin. No sting stabs through her mind and she shakes her head softly; she rolls her ankles, arches her back just a little as she gets comfortable again, rolling over onto her side to study Adam's pursed lips and knotted eyebrows. "Green." She whispers eventually and Adam nods, taking her hands in his and squeezing them softly. Cole gets to watch as he strips his boxers off, kneeling by his suitcase as he hunts for the lube.
The winter chill has started to bite at her shoulders by the time Adam returns to his place kneeling between her pale legs. He spreads his knees until the pointy bones of his kneecaps settle snugly into the back of her thighs and it's almost like the two of them were made to fit together, like a knife worn down against the vertebrae of someone's spine. It's never been a beautiful connection, Cole thinks as she watches from her position on the pillows, it's always been sharp and angry, a love forged only because of spilt blood and hungry mouths whispering just how much they hate one another.
The lube is cold against her twitching hole and Cole melts against his warm hands. "Good" She whispers, watching through half lidded eyes as Adam's face blanches with pride. He twists his wrist and Cole feels him stretch her open and she sinks into the feeling. The air around them grows thick and Cole groans into her the hot air. His fingers search Cole's insides, rubbing against alight bundle of nerves until Cole is begging and whimpering and groaning. She's tugging at his hair as he takes her back into his mouth, sucking greedily.
All she thinks when she squirts into his mouth and Adam groans satisfied is as he sits up and collects both their cocks in his hand is that he's kissing her.
And then his face all smoothes out and Cole stares, almost dumbfounded because under the new anger lines and the old taste of alcohol that sticks to the back of her teeth, Adam hasn't really changed. Somewhere buried inside him between all the anxiety and loss is the man Cole used to watch sleeping. "Hey, here." His voice is softer now yet it still makes Cole jump when it breezes past her ears.
