Jadam Oneshots

*rots your teeth with cringey fluff*

With one word did what once was fall dormant, lapsed, as their relationship started anew. James' love was like that of a fence, dividing spirituality and mutual attachment from further intimacy. The avowed fence hoarded off those unpleasant and not worthy of James' time, a treasure held but once. Hands of the clock tick with each moment steadily creeping by and the human body begins to showcase it's  mortal existence. Like that of a exquisite flower, it bloomed bright and beautiful for the span of a few decades however all good things must come to an end. And with that, they wilt. Deprived of their beauty, their liveliness, doubled over and awaiting death to lay claim on them. Much to this mortal world's disappointment there's no known cure for sequential ageing.

Through each picket emerged a small crack. One inch or two. Adam's eyes heeded the homeland James' intimate emotions resided in. In their relationship more often than not had the shorter male taken the lead by the means of dates and displays of affection. Nothing he cared; In the end, Adam didn't miss the corner of James' barricaded off garden of true love designed especially in his name. Dazzling, breath-taking, and with dorky undertones. Just like Adam.

When James and Adam went on (their definition of) dates they were in secluded areas out of the eye of the public. More than anything was it funny- James pretended to throw up at the mention of romantic dinners by candlelight. 'They're too sappy' quoted he as his nose scrunched up. It just made things that bit more memorable with James because they did things other couples daren't do.

Adam pulled his hand to his chest and emitted a loud groan. "Crap..." Muttered he in a voice laced with annoyance. This time were the roles reversed: Adam perched in the passenger seat (his cheeks burning a crimson red, owing to James' close proximity when he leaned over Adam to buckle his seatbelt for him) whilst James lead their date. His forefinger pattered the steering wheel.

"What's wrong?" James' eyes failed to stray from the oncoming traffic. A sole motto he followed, to stay safe on the road. James would rather due than act in a foolish manner. Although, that being said, you cannot entirely rule that out as a possibility (calm down, you're safe for now. No car crash story).

"I forgot my jacket."  Adam said guiltily before squirming uncomfortably in his seat. There was a slight nip in the air, that's true, but nothing too concerning. Although, Adam got colder easier. As James stifled a laugh, teasing, Adam continued, "come on, this isn't funny..."

"Don't look at me, Bambi!" James was sufficiently comfortable with  pet names. Only for Adam and their friends ears, however, "I asked you twenty bajillion times if you needed a jacket because I was worried you'd freeze to death, and you told me over and over again, 'James, I'm not that dumb!'" Adam pursed his lips at James' mocking remark.

"Don't pretend like you didn't do that in the past!" Retorted he. His trainers (or, sneakers, if you call them that), brushed against the carrier bag containing the stuff for their late-night date. It hissed in reply. "Forgetting something at the door in favour for something else."

"I think that's just one of your skills."

Back and forth, mindless banter was something both James and Adam were accustomed to. Friends and colleagues alike had to tolerate them throwing childish insults from opposite corners of the room, like the ring of a wrestling match. Those who made acquaintance with them, friends or not, eventually learnt to tune out their bickering like that of an old married couple in their rocking chairs, fire sizzling and cracking as vivid as their youths.

"Are we almost there?" Adam watched trees leap by yet his view was obscured, muddled. To his knowledge, James could have the intent to murder him. James sent him a hum of a soft tune and retracted his hand from the gear stick to caress Adam's thigh.

"Just be patient, alright? We're almost there." Cramped up in a confined space Adam lacked the ability to stretch out his limbs, much to his disappointment. Once they reach their destination could he finally have some space to call his own among the field of flowers. "I know you get impatient, but it's like five more minutes, okay?"

"I'm not impatient, just bored as frick!" James was stunned by Adam's unforeseen outburst, exclaiming as he flung his hands in the air. It was particularly amusing. "I really think you just do this to bully me."

"Do I?" James asked innocently, exaggerating such emotions. "That's preposterous! Why would I do such a thing?!"

"Oh, come on now, really?" Adam rolled his eyes and swatted James' hand from his thigh, "Nuh uh, you've lost thigh touching privilege. Off off."

Five minutes lapse. The car croaked as it's tires slowed down steadily before drawing to a halt. Out they came with their belongings onto the field of flowers. Adam's hands itched to hide in his pockets and did so in that same instant he lowered the bag to the ground. James crouched beside it, rummaging through the stuff and pulling them out individually. James fished out the think blanket folded over at the corners and draped it over the layer of grass.

"Are you just going to stand there and look pretty or are you going to come and sit down?"

"Sorry, sorry." Adam plopped down beside James. The grass below crunched under the weight. "Why're we out here, anyways? It's really sweet that you decided to take me out on a date but- uh- what exactly are we doing?"

"I heard the sky would be clearer tonight. I...thought it would be nice, or whatever." James sent him a shrug. James reacted negatively to Adam's silence, body turned away. "I-I know it's dumb! But come on, wont you give it a cha-"

Adam turns back around and reaches up over James, tangling a flower into his hair. Caught off guard by Adam's sudden close proximity, his cheeks reddened. "Hah- you look like such a dork." Teased Adam, brushing away the strands of hair flying into his dearest's winsome face. Wrinkles taking the shapes of crescents at the corner of his eyes gave him an older look.

James' eyebrows furrowed, a look of amusement on his dimply lit face. Retaliating, James picked one of his own and placed it in Adam's "You're talking." Countered the elder. "Pretty, but you're clearly the bigger dork of us both."

"Oh, hush, you."

Let any man who come between them be reminded of such instance. Jokingly sharing such intimate moments they'd tell their kids one day. Photo worthy moments, treasured as though the heart was a polaroid. The sun set west and the shine of the moon pushed most back indoors. Alone, with no one to comment or make idiotic remarks, James' fences opened, forming a peaceful connection between his garden of intimacy and Adam's.

Together did they create something new. Something strange, but needless to say nice. Goosebumps glared in fear at the light winds whistling through the cloudless skies.

"Ugh, get over here." James scoffed, jokingly. "You look like you're going to freeze."

James held out his arm to which Adam happily wiggled under like a puppy in need of their owners affection. "You should be this affectionate more often." Adam laughed into James' jacket.

"Don't push your luck, mister." Grumbled James in annoyance. Deep below the surface, James found it endearing.

I just sneezed so hard my phone fell on my face.