Chase's Book of YT One-Shots

Darts and Sweet Drinks (SeaMexican)

A/N: This was originally a role-play idea for my friend and I, but I thought it fit Adam and Max too well, so... here we are.

Also, everything italic is bolded. Because the WattPad app is crap.
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The sound of the bar was slowly livening with the night crowd, going from dull background noise to overheard yells and music turned up just a bit too high in attempt to drown it out, but instead just contributing to the whole undertaking. Mac just yawned, rolling back his shoulders and shifting in his seat uncomfortably.

Bars... weren't his scene. A few years ago- heck, just last year- it would have been, but he couldn't identify too much to the crowd around him. It was a mixture of people who looked barely over twenty-one wasting their lives away and trying to look cool, and a few thirty-somethings playing pool to the side and watching the television play game highlights. Max chewed on his cheek, glancing at the entrance and seeing nothing. He turned in his seat, disappointed. It must have garnered the bartender's attention, because he made his way over and leaned on the counter in front of him.

"Want something while you're waiting?"

Though he'd been trying to hold off, he hummed appreciatively at the idea and opened his mouth to answer-

"I'll have blackberry wine, and he'll have sex on the beach," cut in a smaller man as he slid onto the stool. The bartender looked between them both in confusion, but shrugged as if to say "to each his own" and walked down the row in the back. Instantly, Max scowled and shoved Adam in the shoulder while the smaller man laughed.

"You know I like beer," he huffed, leaning with his elbows on the counter and glowering at his friend with only slight true irritation. Adam smiled serenely, tilting his head a little.

"You're already sounding like an old man, and you're only twenty-five. Live a little man, fruity drinks are great." He shoved Max back. "Speaking of which, happy birthday."

"Is that what that was?" Max questioned, outright ignoring Adam's well wishes. The elder pouted, but nodded.

"Mmhmm. Vodka, you like vodka. With orange juice and peach schnapps and-" he made a face, "-cranberry juice."

"Why'd you order it for me if even you don't like it?"

Adam gave him a look which made Max feel no small bit idiotic. "Dude. It's called sex on the beach. How could I not?"

Max snorted, turning back to the counter when the bartender passed their stuff over. Max studied his pink and orange drink like a scientist, thinking it looked more like fruit juice that anything. He hadn't even gotten a chance to try it before Adam was on his feet, wine in hand and tugging on Max's arm.

"Come on, let's play darts." His voice lowered. "Pool-table guys look a little too into it and as much as I'd like to hang with the young crowd, I don't think they'd accept me."

Max gasped and covered his mouth, feigning a shocked expression. "But Adam, you look so young!"

"Shut up."

The birthday b- man laughed and slid off his stool with his drink, while Adam tugged him along by the sleeve. At the darts Adam re-deposited his wine on the nearest counter while extracting them from the center, and Max took this opportunity to actually try his drink, ignoring the umbrella brushing his lips and the orange slice filling his nose with a tangy scent. The flavor was pleasantly surprising, and he had to force himself not to drink it like he would a beer.

"Wow, that's actually really good," he admitted, not even embarrassed to admit it. Adam grinned, turning back with the darts in hand. He patted Max's shoulder.

"A whole new world, my aging friend," he said, smirking while handing him his half of the darts. Max rolled his eyes but took them without hesitation, setting his drink on the counter and aiming his dart. It flew pretty true to his desires and landed on the outer edges of the center.

"Nice one," Adam complimented, taking his position and shifting his feet like a baseball player, informing Max instantly his friend had next to no idea what darts entailed. Amused, he leaned back against the counter and watched Adam throw, the dart hitting awkwardly and just barely catching the edge of the board. He laughed heartily while Adam cleared his throat, glaring at the dartboard like it had insulted his mother.

"I don't like this game," he decided, sitting on the barstool while Max coughed, forcing the laughter to finish its sounds.

"I think it's wonderful," Max said, cheekily grinning at him. Adam lifted his eyebrows and turned back to the board, where Max's dart landed almost directly on the center. Adam's eyes widened is surprise while the younger walked over and leaned his elbow on his shoulder, staring at the sign of his achievements.

"I think you're a douchebag but we don't mention that," Adam grumbled good-naturedly, shoving Max's elbow off of him and jumping to his feet. He twirled the second dart in his fingers and stalled. "Are you glad I got you that?"

"So you are paying?" Max asked, and when Adam rolled his eyes he smiled. "No, it's fine. It's hardly even alcoholic, but it's nice. Want to try?"

Adam looked over at the colorful drink, and then stepped closer to Max. He sat the dart on the counter and leaned his side into it, between Max and it.

Max lifted an eyebrow curiously, but couldn't get much more reaction before Adam had his breath- hot and close and faintly wine drenched- directly and closely under his nose, and his breath hitched as it probably shouldn't have before Adam closed the distance between them, cutting off Max's ability to get air in a split second. He found he didn't care, didn't even notice because he was already growing light-headed with this interaction in a quicker method than the alcohol could ever manage.

His body took priority though and he leaned back to gasp a breath, eyes opening just in time to see Adam watch him with a dark, focused gaze before he closed the distance again, though now that Max had his air he welcomed it. He brought his hand up and held the back of Adam's head tightly, while Adam's tongue flicked over his lips until Max understood the question and opened his mouth, welcoming the visitor in.

Abruptly, the younger remembered where they were and pulled back so abruptly he almost bit both him and Adam's tongues. He sat himself upright and glanced around the bar, his face reddening when he realized they'd caught the attention and stray glances of almost every occupant in the packed bar. He covered his face with his hands and brushed them along his eyes as his mind struggled to catch up on what the hell had just happened.

Meanwhile, Adam licked his lips and traced his tongue around the insides of his mouth. He pulled a face, gathering Max's attention when he made a displeased sound.

"Not a fan of cranberries," he admitted, furrowing his brow and then smiling widely at Max. "The rest of that, I was a fan of."

The smile and the comment and everything about what was being shown in front of him was incredibly amusing to Max, and he acted again without thinking, pulling Adam down by the front of his shirt and meeting their lips again.

It was a wonderful birthday.