#mcbladely

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Steve Blade: Just a couple of dudes being guys.

McKinley: Couple of guys being dudes.

Steve: Just a couple of dudes being gay!

McKinley: Show me your dick, Steve.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A very late request for McBladely for @spoopymormon-helldream

It’s not my usual quality and some things were left out that I’d wanted to add in but over all I think I did a decent job. I’ll probably do some editing at some point.

Also the FF net version has some differences, some grammar mistakes that shouldn’t make it hard to read but one or two are noticeable (mostly extra spacing and another minor thing) Also a quick bit on Kevin was removed from the AO3 version.

[acting-it-up]

They were totally dating then Steve got cold feet.

[missionarymckinley]

Punk it Up, Connor!

“Where are we going?” Connor tapped his finger against his side, his arms crossed tight.

“To get your hair cut.”

Connor pouted, looking over at his boyfriend. “Hardly seems like a date. And, anyway, I like my hair how it is.”

Steve smirked and glanced over at him, leaning back and moving so that his arm lay around Connor’s shoulders, coming to a stop at a red light. Connor’s pout disappeared in the wake of that brilliant smile. He blushed lightly, feeling his arms slacken around his body. “It could use a bit of…color.”

Connor blinked as Steve’s hand pulled on his hair before leaving to return to the wheel. “What? N-no, Steve. No color.”

“Hmm?” Steve asked, glancing again at his polite boyfriend.

Connor felt a slight panic. “My hair is f-f…fine. How it is.”

Steve looked over at him, taking in his boyfriend’s appearance. Gelled and combed, neat red hair, a collared shirt complete with a matching tie, a belt and slacks. There was a reason nobody believed they were together, their personalities clashed greatly. Steve was known as the biker guy ever since sophomore year of college, and was always seen in a leather jacket. He had an ear and nose piercing, as well as a tattoo that very rarely saw the light of day. He sighed, looking back to the road. All he wanted was for his boyfriend’s appearance to change. He wasn’t that bad of a guy for wanting that, right? He loved Connor but it really hurt him when nobody would believe they were together, and it embarrassed Connor, he knew, to be known as the “innocent boy”.

“I’d lose my job if I got my hair colored.” Connor added, nervously looking out the window.

Steve shrugged. “Okay. Then…we won’t get it done.”

Connor let out a held breath, happy that Steve had complied. Moroni knew he was stubborn as a person could be and usually Connor would have to give in.

“Uh…Steve, where are we?”

Steve smiled, helping Connor out of the car. “Gonna get you a piercing.”

“What?”

“Where do you want it? Ear?”

There was a groan of anger.

“Nose? Navall?”

Steve put his hands on Connor’s hips and leaned in for a kiss. Connor put his hands on Steve’s leather-covered chest and pushed him away as hard as he could. Steve stumbled back into another car, shocked at his boyfriend’s anger. “No! I refuse to get any piercing, hair coloring or tattoo! If you wanted to date a punk guy, you should go and find yourself a different man. I’m a respectable, Heavenly Father-loving man, and I will not tolerate this forceful behavior from you!” Steve blinked, staring at Connor’s hand, pointing far away. He grasped for words, holding onto the strange car for support. “…please take me home, Steven Blade. I don’t want to see you anymore today.”

Steve swallowed, blinking a few times as Connor’s hand dropped to his side and he turned around. Able to move once more, the accusing, piercing gaze now gone, Steve straightened up. He grabbed Connor, spinning him around and kissing him passionately. He pulled away to see a red-faced, pissed off ginger, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“Connor, you’re such a badass!”

“Language, Steve, please.”

“Oh, come off it.” Steve pulled a confused Connor close. “You don’t need anything, okay? You’re perfect how you are.”

“Fine—just—let me go. I’m not in the mood to be suffocated.”

Steve apologized profusely, opening the door for Connor and walking over to the driver side and also getting in, starting up the car. “So, do you have a problem with my piercings?”

“Hmm?” Connor looked away from the window. “Oh, no. They look good on you.”

Steve looked over at him. “And, you’re okay with me being all…punk, right?”

“Of course.” Connor shrugged, smiling lightly. “It’s who you are.”

Steve thought for a moment. “Would you like me without it?”

“Huh?”

Steve glanced at him, then back to the road. “If I let my holes close up…would you still like me?”

“…you’re not trying to impress me with this punk attitude, are you?”

Steve sighed. “You seemed to like how…dangerous I was.”

Connor rolled his eyes. “I like you because you’re Steven Blade, not because you wear leather.”

Steve smiled, dropping the subject. “So! You wanna go to a club tonight?”

“No.”

“…how about McDonald’s?”

Connor thought for a moment. “Why not? Sounds like a very romantic date to me.”

They both laughed, and in that moment Steve couldn’t see himself loving anybody else any more than he loved Connor McKinley, his ex-Mormon, ginger boyfriend. His prim-and-proper ginger boyfriend who was still kind of a badass…when he felt like it.