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Sashataakheru ([personal profile] wolfanfics) wrote2006-03-20 03:38 am

Adam Hills/Hamish Blake - A Very Specky Night 1/4

TITLE: A Very Specky Night
AUTHOR: sashataakheru
FANDOM: AusComedy
PAIRINGS: Adam Hills/Hamish Blake
WORDS: 1,173
PART: 1/4
PREVIOUS: n/a
DISCLAIMER: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Inspired by that kiss on the Spicks & Specks Christmas Special in 2005.
SUMMARY: An unexpected kiss brings Adam and Hamish together.


Part One:
The daylight invades Adam’s sleep, the sun’s light boring into his skull. Not really wanting to be awake, he rolls over and hides under the covers, trying to block out the light. After half an hour of trying to go back to sleep, he gives up, throwing aside the sheets unceremoniously as he sits up in bed. His brain begins to remind him of last night’s proceedings, slowly diffusing the fog to form some sort of coherent timeline of events. He comes to realise that he’s not wearing any clothes. Then he hears someone stirring beside him. He looks over to see someone sleeping next to him. He pulls the sheets back around himself, pushing his sleeping companion onto his back to see who it is. He pulls back when he sees Hamish lying there asleep, seemingly not wearing anything as well, though Adam isn’t brave enough to find out.

“Fuck. How did he-?”

He pauses for a moment, trying to put together what happened last night. He remembers taping the Christmas special, much fun was had, then… His mind is unhelpfully vague about what happened afterwards. His mind comes to rest on the kiss they shared during the taping. But, that didn’t explain what they were both doing here now, lying together like this. Maybe Hamish remembers something he doesn’t.

“Hamish. Hamish, wake up,” he says, trying to rouse him.

Hamish stirs, rolling over onto his side, obviously not wanting to wake.

“Come on, Hamish. Time to get up,” Adam tries again. “It’s morning… or at least, it’s daytime. Come on. No more sleeping.”

Hamish groans, obviously struggling to open his eyes as he turns to look up at who had woken him. “Honey, can’t you let – Adam? Where… This your place?” he says, looking around him.

“Yeah. And you’re in my bed. Get up, will you? Can you remember how we got here?” Adam says.

Hamish manages to sit up, obviously thinking. “We did the show, right? And then we… must’ve had a thing here… or something…”

“Hmm… doesn’t sound like anyone else is here though.”

“Might still be sleeping. Like I should be.”

“Get up and check, will you? And see if you can find my foot. I can’t see it around here.”

“Yeah, yeah, alright.”

Hamish stands and realises he’s not wearing anything. He searches the floor for something to cover up in, finally locating a robe hanging off a chair in the corner. He pulls it on and ties it before wandering out to the rest of the housed to see if anyone else is lying around asleep. He looks around but finds no one. He wanders back, finding Adam’s foot lying just outside the bedroom door. He picks it up and hands it over.

“Found your foot. And the house is empty. It’s just you and me,” Hamish says, sitting down on the bed.

“Fuck. So, how did we end up here?” Adam says, pulling his foot on before rummaging around for some clothes to wear.

“God knows. There’s plenty of empty beer bottles around. We must’ve gotten pretty drunk last night.”

“Hmm…”

Once dressed, Adam wanders out to see for himself. The house is indeed empty, and there appears to be no sign that anyone else bar them were ever here.

“How strange. Want some coffee?” Adam says.

“Yeah, maybe that’ll wake me up a bit,” Hamish says.

Hamish sits on the sofa, pondering the night’s events while the coffee is made. Adam returns soon enough, bringing the coffee and taking a seat beside him. They sit and drink their coffee in silence, both trying to remember what had happened.


Hamish and Adam stumble into Adam’s place after midnight, both clutching beer in one hand, laughing and supporting each other. The door slams shut behind them. They both collapse on the couch. It’s clear they’ve had a few drinks already. They sit and talk, continuing to drink. Their discussion centres around the taping, if only because it’s the foremost thing in their minds, both remembering various bits until they come to the kiss they shared. Both find it very funny, going over the sequence of events several times before collapsing against each other in a fit of giggles.

“Hey, hey, Adam, I dare ya to kiss me properly,” Hamish says.

“Kiss you properly? Like once wasn’t enough?” Adam says.

“Yeah, go on. Don’t you want me now?” Hamish says, obviously trying to annoy him.

“Oh, fuck off. One stupid kiss and suddenly we’re together?” Adam laughs in spite of his words.

“Chicken. So you can kiss me on national television but not now when no one’s looking?” Hamish says.

Adam isn’t sure what comes over him, but at Hamish’s words, he kisses him. Properly. He pushes him onto his back on the sofa, attacking his mouth ferociously. Hamish kisses back, his mind unfazed at this behaviour. Before either of them can stop themselves, their clothes begin to be discarded as the alcohol and whatever else take over.

Their kisses become softer as they begin to explore each other and before they know what’s happened, they’re up and staggering into Adam’s room, pulling their clothes off as if they were excess baggage. They collapse on the bed, their mouths pinned together, both unsure as to why they’re doing this, but enjoying themselves too much to stop.

Their hands begin exploring each other, initiating a closeness they’d never had before. New experiences, new sensations, things they never even dreamed they’d feel, everything closing in around them til they’re the only two people who matter. Sure, they’re pissed, but that doesn’t take away from how good this is all feeling.

The sex is awkward and uncomfortable at first as they both get used to each other doing things they’d never done before. But, they persist, perhaps because they’re pissed, and somehow, they stumble together and make everything feel fantastic. Somehow, they make it work. They twist themselves together, both getting the chance to explore inside the other.

When they finally stop, when their bodies have no strength left, they exchange a soft kiss before collapsing into sleep. There they lie til they wake.



Adam sits up, looking over at Hamish, wondering if he’s remembered as well. “Wow. That was…” His voice is subconsciously quiet, the memories still running around in his head.

“You remember it too? What we did together?” Hamish says, his voice piercing Adam’s thoughts.

“We were drunk. That’s all it was,” Adam says, dismissively.

“Are you sure that’s all it was?”

“Yeah. Why? Aren’t you sure that’s all it was?”

“No, that’s all it was. It meant nothing, right?”

“Course it meant nothing. We were drunk. Just forget it ever happened, right?”

“Yeah. Right. Forget it ever happened. No telling.”

“Why would I tell? It never happened.”

“Oh, right. Yeah. Mind if I shower?”

“Go ahead.”

“Thanks.”

Hamish gathers up his clothes before heading off to shower. Adam remains on the couch, clearing his head of the previous night’s events. He’s glad the coffee is helping.

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