NaNoWriMo 2004, A Miss Daisy and a Leon Spinx

Title: A Miss Daisy and a Leon Spinx
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Summary: Adam is seduced into a life of petty crime.
A/N: For olukemi: Thanks so much to you *g* the support meant the world to me in some dark NaNo and site coding hours.

A Miss Daisy and a Leon Spinx

Adam is leaning his head back against the headrest of the rental car with his eyes closed, wondering how it can possibly be the same sun that won’t melt glare ice in Vermont frying the hell out of him here in Mexico, even with the AC up as high as it will go. It didn’t seem half so bad when the car was moving, but just waiting in the sun outside a convenience store is making Adam’s brain feel like it’s leaking out his ears.

He cracks an eye when the car door opens and slams shut again quickly, and turns his head to find Steve with a wild expression.

“Drive!” Steve exclaims, eyes wide. “Drive fast right now!”

Without thinking about it, Adam sits up and slams the car from park into drive, then punches the accelerator and peels out of the parking lot. They are two miles down the road and going eighty-five when he dares look over again.

He finds Steve grinning widely at him.

“You son of a bitch,” Adam exclaims in disgust, heart rate slowing a lot less quickly than the car as he brings the speed back down to something closer to legal.

“You should have seen your face!” Steve howls, leaning over to punch Adam’s shoulder teasingly. “You could see the whites the whole way around your eyes!”

“Fuck you,” Adam grumbles, slouching a little in his seat with irritation. Steve chuckles some more at his own cleverness as he stretches out to lay across the front seat with his head resting against Adam’s thigh. The heat doesn’t seem to bother him, he just seems to soak it up while Adam bakes in it. Adam drops a hand from the wheel to give Steve’s hair a sharp tug, but then leaves it where it’s tangled in the dark strands.

“Maybe you can be my getaway driver next time,” Steve murmurs, eyes closing and already on the way to a nap.

“Bastard,” Adam says, but with the sort of exasperation that makes it a pet name. “You’d better not drool on my leg again.”

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