Mythbusters Slash: Adam/Jamie; Adult
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lunabee34Aahhahahahahaahha. There is something wrong with me.
*flails*
Adam Savage/Jamie Hyneman; Adult
“Cut the pirate shit, Adam,” Jamie says. He’s tired—tired of the sickening thump in his chest each time the cannon fires, tired of reshooting the same goddamn scene eight times because Adam screws up his accent, and especially tired of Adam hobbling around on that fucking stupid peg leg. Adam thinks he’s funny with that shit. He’s not. Just before Jamie’s ready to club him senseless with it, Adam unstraps the leg and stuffs it down the barrel of the cannon. It immediately disintegrates on firing and Jamie pretends to be surprised for the camera. At least the goddamn thing’s gone.
The drive back from the base is long and boring and Adam insists on singing along with the radio. Normally this doesn’t bother Jamie; although, he’d never say it out loud, he usually finds Adam’s off key and slightly nasal singing voice sort of endearing. Not today.
Jamie slides on his sunglasses and settles back against the window, tries to sleep. He finds himself watching Adam instead—his left hand beating out the bass line on the steering wheel, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he hums over the words he doesn’t know. Adam’s hair looks demented, unkempt, and Jamie has no idea why makeup didn’t nip that particular experiment in the bud. Adam hits a particularly sour note on “Immigrant Song” and Jamie resists the urge to reach over and smack him in the face. They’ve been living in each other’s pockets for too long without a break now and Jamie’s ready for some down time.
When they pull in at the warehouse, Jamie opens the door before Adam fully brakes. He’s halfway across the lot to his own car before Adam catches up to him. “What the hell is wrong with you today?” Adam says.
“Nothing,” Jamie says. “Just leave it alone.”
“No way. You’ve been acting like somebody shit in your Wheaties all afternoon and I’m tired of it.” Adam leans into his personal space, his head cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed, leans way too close for Jamie to hang on to his resolve not to deck him. Jamie puts some distance between them, but Adam steps right up again until their chests are almost touching. The parking lot’s empty except for the two of them and Jamie’s glad because the last thing they need is some intern posting a picture of them fighting to her blog.
Jamie pushes Adam, who rocks back on his heels and drops his jaw and has the nerve to look fucking hurt. After that it’s on, the two of them scrapping on the pavement like teenagers. Adam gets in one good hit to Jamie’s ribs and Jamie nearly pops Adam in the mouth like he’s been wanting to all day before he remembers that marking up each other’s faces isn’t such a good idea. Finally, finally, Jamie pins Adam to the asphalt. Adam’s breathing hard underneath him, his face red and sweaty with a tiny bruise coming up on his chin where Jamie accidentally clocked him with an elbow. Jamie holds him there for awhile, until the whole thing starts to feel pretty stupid, and then he lets Adam’s wrists go.
Adam doesn’t roll away or push Jamie off or punch him now that his hands are free. Instead, he leans up and kisses him, fucking kisses him, right on the mouth. Jamie’s so surprised that for a minute he doesn’t do anything. Then Adam hikes his hips up into Jamie’s and he’s hard and his hands are sliding around Jamie’s back to fist in his shirt and Jamie kisses him then.
Adam’s mouth is hot and wet and his tongue is wicked. Jamie shudders, electric shocks down his spine, and he wonders if maybe this is what’s been eating at him all this time. Adam pulls away and tugs at the ends of Jamie’s moustache. “You really gotta shave this shit. Kinda hard to kiss through.”
“Shut up,” Jamie says and pulls Adam to his feet. They get back in Adam’s car and head for the coast. “So help me god, if you talk like a pirate even once when we’re fucking, I’m kicking you in the nads,” Jamie says. “Just so we’re clear.”
“Aye, aye,” Adam says, worming his right hand down Jamie’s pants, and Jamie decides it’s a better idea to kick him later. After the sex. When he least expects it.
Forthcoming: Jeffrey Steingarten/Bonecrusher and Steve Irwin/Wes Mannion vignettes. BECAUSE I CAN!!!!
*flails*
Adam Savage/Jamie Hyneman; Adult
“Cut the pirate shit, Adam,” Jamie says. He’s tired—tired of the sickening thump in his chest each time the cannon fires, tired of reshooting the same goddamn scene eight times because Adam screws up his accent, and especially tired of Adam hobbling around on that fucking stupid peg leg. Adam thinks he’s funny with that shit. He’s not. Just before Jamie’s ready to club him senseless with it, Adam unstraps the leg and stuffs it down the barrel of the cannon. It immediately disintegrates on firing and Jamie pretends to be surprised for the camera. At least the goddamn thing’s gone.
The drive back from the base is long and boring and Adam insists on singing along with the radio. Normally this doesn’t bother Jamie; although, he’d never say it out loud, he usually finds Adam’s off key and slightly nasal singing voice sort of endearing. Not today.
Jamie slides on his sunglasses and settles back against the window, tries to sleep. He finds himself watching Adam instead—his left hand beating out the bass line on the steering wheel, his tongue pressed against the inside of his cheek as he hums over the words he doesn’t know. Adam’s hair looks demented, unkempt, and Jamie has no idea why makeup didn’t nip that particular experiment in the bud. Adam hits a particularly sour note on “Immigrant Song” and Jamie resists the urge to reach over and smack him in the face. They’ve been living in each other’s pockets for too long without a break now and Jamie’s ready for some down time.
When they pull in at the warehouse, Jamie opens the door before Adam fully brakes. He’s halfway across the lot to his own car before Adam catches up to him. “What the hell is wrong with you today?” Adam says.
“Nothing,” Jamie says. “Just leave it alone.”
“No way. You’ve been acting like somebody shit in your Wheaties all afternoon and I’m tired of it.” Adam leans into his personal space, his head cocked to the side and his eyes narrowed, leans way too close for Jamie to hang on to his resolve not to deck him. Jamie puts some distance between them, but Adam steps right up again until their chests are almost touching. The parking lot’s empty except for the two of them and Jamie’s glad because the last thing they need is some intern posting a picture of them fighting to her blog.
Jamie pushes Adam, who rocks back on his heels and drops his jaw and has the nerve to look fucking hurt. After that it’s on, the two of them scrapping on the pavement like teenagers. Adam gets in one good hit to Jamie’s ribs and Jamie nearly pops Adam in the mouth like he’s been wanting to all day before he remembers that marking up each other’s faces isn’t such a good idea. Finally, finally, Jamie pins Adam to the asphalt. Adam’s breathing hard underneath him, his face red and sweaty with a tiny bruise coming up on his chin where Jamie accidentally clocked him with an elbow. Jamie holds him there for awhile, until the whole thing starts to feel pretty stupid, and then he lets Adam’s wrists go.
Adam doesn’t roll away or push Jamie off or punch him now that his hands are free. Instead, he leans up and kisses him, fucking kisses him, right on the mouth. Jamie’s so surprised that for a minute he doesn’t do anything. Then Adam hikes his hips up into Jamie’s and he’s hard and his hands are sliding around Jamie’s back to fist in his shirt and Jamie kisses him then.
Adam’s mouth is hot and wet and his tongue is wicked. Jamie shudders, electric shocks down his spine, and he wonders if maybe this is what’s been eating at him all this time. Adam pulls away and tugs at the ends of Jamie’s moustache. “You really gotta shave this shit. Kinda hard to kiss through.”
“Shut up,” Jamie says and pulls Adam to his feet. They get back in Adam’s car and head for the coast. “So help me god, if you talk like a pirate even once when we’re fucking, I’m kicking you in the nads,” Jamie says. “Just so we’re clear.”
“Aye, aye,” Adam says, worming his right hand down Jamie’s pants, and Jamie decides it’s a better idea to kick him later. After the sex. When he least expects it.
Forthcoming: Jeffrey Steingarten/Bonecrusher and Steve Irwin/Wes Mannion vignettes. BECAUSE I CAN!!!!
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Date: 2007-12-05 04:40 am (UTC)This was very very good, and the final line.. priceless. Thanks so much for brightening an evening up!
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Date: 2007-12-05 04:32 pm (UTC):)
Thanks for reading.
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Date: 2007-12-05 02:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-05 04:31 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm really glad this worked. I didn't do much research, just relied on what I've seen watching the show, and I was kinda hesistant to post it the mythbusterslash com in case I'd messed up the RPF canon somehow. LOL So I'm really glad you liked this.
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Date: 2007-12-05 08:20 pm (UTC)Which is to say, I hope you'll write more in this fandom!
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Date: 2007-12-06 05:16 am (UTC)I've read a fair amount of Supernatural RPF and like you, my favorite pieces are those that connect in some way to what I've seen of Jared and Jensen on the screen. I like RPF that references the shooting of X episode much more than Jared and Jensen are dogwalkers that run into each other in the park. Although, that's fun too.
As far as writing more goes, I dunno. I didn't even know there was a fandom. LOL Every time I say that, though (hello SGA), I end up writing a metric ton, so who knows. LOL
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Date: 2007-12-05 06:29 pm (UTC)I've been working on the challenge bunny at mythbusterslash...I really like your idea. Kinda reminds me of Broke Back Mountain.
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Date: 2007-12-05 06:43 pm (UTC)I do the exact same thing in the library and get all kinds of looks. The worst is when you're reading something really sad and sobbing like a dork in public.
Thanks so much for reading!
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Date: 2007-12-07 07:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-12-11 04:02 am (UTC)wow.
my night was bland until i read this
i ended up cracking up the whole time while i was reading it
nice job XD <3
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Date: 2007-12-11 04:07 am (UTC)*squish*
Thanks!
I came back to reread this and actually leave a comment this time.
Date: 2012-08-12 04:31 am (UTC)Because I fail at leaving good comments I'm just going to tell you which lines I cackled out loud
endearing
Immigrant Song (I could hear him in my head! :D)
shit in your Wheaties
the nerve
right on the MOUTH!
if you talk like a pirate even ONCE
After the sex.
because priorities Jamie!Re: I came back to reread this and actually leave a comment this time.
Date: 2012-08-12 11:11 pm (UTC)What squee-worthy feedback! *hugs*
Thank you!!!!!!!
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Date: 2015-01-01 06:06 am (UTC)And look what I found. :D
I liked this a lot. I'm glad Google brought me here.
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Date: 2015-01-02 01:46 am (UTC)I don't know if you read on AO3, but here's the tag for all the Mythbusters fic there:
http://archiveofourown.org/tags/MythBusters%20RPF/works