i'm not actually writing anything for adam's birthday bc i'm fuckin lazy but i do have adansey bday brainworms today so have this (and if u saw it in the discord no u didn't)
adam and gansey, early-mid thirties, meeting on business
probably at some kind of conference
they go back to adam's room to fuck, after several drinks and several hours of conversation, and when they're done, adam looks over at the clock on the nightstand
laughs, just once, quiet, out his nose
gansey rolls over, props himself on his elbow, so he can see. it's 12:03am. he asks, "what?"
adam tells him, "it's my birthday."
that's supposed to be all, the end of the conversation, but something alights in gansey's eyes
he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, tells adam to "get up", drags him to the shower
there's nowhere open to get a Real cake at this hour, so gansey just takes him to the closest 24h convenience store
there's a line of little, personal, miserable looking cakes lined up in the dismal excuse for a refrigerated section, and gansey looks at them, looks back at adam, says, "we're getting a placeholder, for now." and leads him to the ice cream selection instead
they go back to the hotel loaded down with b&j's, so much gansey probably dropped $50 on it, but adam doesn't care, doesn't know this man, will likely never see him again, so he allows the indulgence
they're sitting cross-legged on the bed in nothing but their underwear, eating phish food and cherry garcia with plastic spoons, and gansey says, "if you don't let me spend the night i'm just going to track you down in the morning"
adam tells him he can sleep in the other bed
he doesn't
gansey wakes him up with coffee-shitty, from the hotel's breakfast bar, but it does the job-and tells him to get dressed, they're leaving
adam reminds gansey that it is, in fact, an active session day, that they have panels to attend, and that, he doesn't know about gansey, but he has a panel to present at
gansey rolls his eyes and promises they'll be quick, that there's nothing of any substance going on until noon and that "honestly, adam, no one goes to any of the morning sessions unless they hate themselves"
which adam does, but he doesn't say that
gansey puts him in the car, again, and this time he drives him a little further out, pulls up to a little bakery in a strip mall that looks like it's just opening up for the day
they go inside, and gansey asks what adam wants, what his favorite is
adam tells him, "i don't really like cake"
gansey just stares at him for a second, bewildered, but recovers with Remarkable resilience, still all smiles, and asks what adam does like
adam's a little annoyed by it; kind of wanted this hot, rich asshole to throw a tantrum about his plans being thwarted, but he recognizes that's mostly just him being an asshole
so he says, "pastries, i guess. scones. croissants."
gansey, god bless him, god damn him, gets the girl at the counter to stick a fucking birthday candle in a personal-sized fruit tart before they leave with two oversized boxes literally full to the brim with everything the bakery has to offer that isn't cake
they fuck again, back at the hotel, which is usually pretty strictly against adam's personal code of conduct, but it's his birthday, so what the hell, and then they shower, again, and then gansey stops in the doorway on his way out
"same time next year?" he says, because this conference is annual
"not likely," adam tells him
"sure," gansey agrees, but he's still smiling when adam kisses him and shoves him, gently, out the door
