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[Adrian is excited. He loves his birthday. It means he can do whatever he wants! He usually spends it inside his apartment playing games and watching movies while stuffing himself with popcorn, but this time he has someone to spend the day with. He can still do all the aforementioned things, but somehow they all seemed new with Frank.

He lets himself in to Frank's apartment, wearing a t-shirt and loose fitting gym shorts and carrying a backpack on his shoulders. King greets him immediately, and Adrian pays proper tribute by crouching and giving neck scritches. While petting the dog, Adrian raises his voice to let Frank know he's arrived.]

Hey Frank! I didn't bring any food or anything except a couple'a bags of popcorn. Hope that's okay!

[ King always seems to know when Adrian is coming up the stairs, immediately on alert. The pacing in front of the door is also a dead giveaway. Frank smirks to himself from the kitchen where he gathers stray bottles of various alcohol into one place. It wasn't so much that a little birdie once told him, it was more that arrest records were public and Frank had made note to know and remember Adrian's birthday. That's what boyfriends do, right? Yeah. Boyfriends.

The scraps of King's claws against the hardwood definitely means Adrian is in. And he sighs contentedly hearing that nice little voice back in his house. ]

Sounds good! I got us a few things. No balloons though if that's what you were planning. Had a feeling you'd try to have too much fun with the helium... Other than that, we can do whatever ya want. Even if that means you kickin' my ass in PvP for eight hours straight.

[ He brings a bottle of vodka out with him, smirking as he shakes what's left. ]

Hey there, birthday boy. Where are my head scritches?

You bet I'm gonna kick your ass! I've been really into Mortal Kombat lately.

[Adrian stands, beaming widely when he sees Frank. He slips the backpack off his shoulders and half-skips, half-runs to Frank and wraps his arms around the other man in a tight hug. Then with just as wide of a grin he releases a hand, forming it into a claw and mimes ripping out Frank's spine by the skull.]

Finish him! ...nah just kidding!

[He then mimes popping the skull back into place and scratches Frank gently at the back of the neck.]

There. Head scritches for both of you. You're right about the balloons. I think what I'd want more than changing my voice with the helium would be hearing yours.

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I'm shit at fighting games, so I won't be agreeing to any strip rounds. Now if you want to fight me for real, I can move the couch...

[ And he will feed him all the silly little ideas and games. Arms slipping around Adrian's waist to haul him up off the floor for a second, he more or less peppers his face in kisses. The glasses get nudged a little but when he puts Adrian down, Frank makes sure to right them. Trust him, the head scratches nearly draw a purr out of him, settling as a satisfied rumble in his chest. ]

You got me all day an' night, baby. I, uh... wasn't actually sure what to get you as a gift, but I have somethin'? And a small cake. I just went with vanilla. Sorry, I didn't wanna ask and spoil some little surprise gettin' you back here.

[ His hands won't leave Adrian. The one constant in his life right now and he doesn't like it to leave very long. Just having a pillow of his over is a great form of comfort. King does tries to shove himself between until he gets bored and squeezes out onto the patio. ]

So, what first?

Maybe we can fight for real a little later.

[Adrian grins, scrunching his nose as Frank drops kisses across his face. He laughs with delight as he's lifted off the ground, living his blockbuster film fantasy as he kicks back a heel before being placed back on the floor.]

Vanilla is perfect. Like you.

[They aren't idle words. Frank has been, in every sense of the word, perfect for Adrian.]

But. [Now he lifts himself off the ground in a giddy hop.] I wanna see the present!

Sweet words, sweeter threats...

[ He smirks and looks around as if it's been misplaced. But then the expression filters into a soft smile, eyes staying away. Frank gestures for Adrian to stay right there as he leaves for the next room, actually backing away to make sure the guy stays in place. King actually sits and waits alongside Adrian, looking up with a thump of his stubby tail.

Oh, he's been planning on this for a bit. Adrian doesn't seem difficult to buy from, but you don't just get a guy with the same workforce interests as you something small and sweet. So how about big and sentimental? He hauls the rifle case over his shoulder and grins. Holding out a hand, he comes back into the kitchenette. The case is hauled up onto the table and he unlocks it, holding it open and slowly turning it to Adrian... ]

Don't rush me. I had a friend of a friend get their hands on one outta Fort Bragg before they went public. Been keepin' it in the arsenal since March.

[ He begins assembling the sniper rifle, gentle, precise, while setting the mood - ]

Bolt-action precision. Multi-caliber chamber. Folding stock with a single button. Adjustable barrel length. Lightweight, gorgeous range, forty-second strip time claimed by yours truly. And fully customizable with matte black components - so why not add some nice blue and red stripes on the stock for my baby?

[ Fully assembled, he grins. Wickedly. ]

Barrett MRAD. Wanna hold her?

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[Oh it's so damn hard, not to rush Frank. Every new piece revealed of the rifle makes Adrian want to jump forward, grabbing at everything. Instead he stays back, clasping his hands behind him to avoid temptation. He can wait until the gun is fully assembled. Maybe.]

Oh. This is so goddamn badass. And sexy. And super sweet and thoughtful holy shit.

[Adrian snakes in quickly to kiss Frank on the cheek as he works and quickly gives the other man space soon after.

When Frank makes his offer, Adrian finally allows himself to step close.]

Yes, I wanna hold her!

[Adrian accepts the hugeass rifle in both hands, taking his time to turn it over from every angle. He runs a finger down each individual stripe then along each rigid edge, taking his time to examine every inch.]

Fuck yeah.

[With a secure hold on his new present, Adrian leans up and into Frank, giving his boyfriend a grateful kiss that lingers as long as he damn well wants.]

That's the hottest thing I've ever done.

[Frank might as well have lassoed the moon, because that is how Adrian looks to him.]

Thank you.

[ He'd lasso the fuckin' moon and whatever lay beyond if he could drink in Adrian's excitement all day. This was a gift that had lingered in the back of his head the very second this man had slammed him down into his own bed. Wasn't love at the time, that ridiculous interest in someone as unhinged and gray as you. The interest that had you wanting more, to know more, and Frank hadn't felt that in a long time.

In his old life, he wouldn't have considered any of this normal or endearing, but that Frank Castle was dead. This one was waiting for Adrian to piggyback on recon with his new, shiny gun. Better than some fuckin' juvenile promise ring. ]

You love it, huh?

[ The kiss has him a little spaced out again. If you asked him the firing rate of that gun he wouldn't have an answer. An arm slips around Adrian's waist, pulling him in close, his other hand joining where the young man's hand holds the rifle. ]

Happy birthday, stud.

[Adrian allows himself to be pulled in, to be surrounded even more closely by Frank and his new kickass present.]

I love it.

[It's a confirmation, but somehow just giving an affirmative feels incomplete. Adrian feels uplifted, like what he's feeling has more to do with Frank than the object given. He can't find the words for these feelings, however strong, at the moment. Best to keep them in the back of his mind for now. Maybe more time with Frank can help uncover what the jumble of thoughts in his brain are trying to say.

Adrian lifts a thumb to run it along the side of Frank's hand covering his. His look of awe hasn't left.]

Does this mean we can work together now? I really want you to see how far away I can shoot someone.

Dunno what was stopping you from taggin' along before, but absolutely. You have much practice with long-range? We'll get ya there.

[ He dips his head down and kisses him, stealing one more for himself before he releases this guy on the rest of the world like a hyperactive weasel with a gun. It's the kiss that lingers even if his hand doesn't. The feelings between them, albeit unpredictable and volatile, are ones Frank remembers quite fondly. But Adrian? That guy is unique, and he doesn't know how quickly or differently those thoughts work in that head of his.

Frank slowly, begrudgingly, pulls himself away from Adrian and returns to the kitchen. The fridge opens and he knees in front of it, muttering. ]

Alright, we've got beer and a few cupcakes. Candy. Anything to get you a sugar high because I've got a feelin' that'll be a better combination with board games than a gun. Adrian, you better not be pointin' that thing anywhere but down...

I practice with long range all the time. You should come with me sometime! I've killed way more people hand-to-hand though. Or knife to gut, ha!

[As much as Adrian doesn't want to release his gift, he sets down his new rifle gently onto the table. He follows Frank to to fridge, gently placing his hands on both of Frank's shoulders.]

You're having just as much sugar as me, that's my birthday wish.

[Adrian reaches his hand forward as if a surgeon requesting equipment for a precise operation.]

Hit me with some candy.

You'd be a good one to have running ahead of me while I pick off whoever comes close. I know you're better off down there with your... healing and all.

[ Oh, he's still so jealous of that, but Frank has long since decided he doesn't want to see that factor in action. It's different when it's being used in the heat of the moment with someone he doesn't have to worry about - but Adrian? Part of him dreads the guy donning his outfit and running off into the night.

Can't protect everyone, can't save them all.

Right now he's thankful, and so fond of, the weight at his shoulders. He grabs a bag of skittles and gummy worms and holds them both up over his head, finding Adrian's waiting hand. ]

Here ya go, boss. What'd you bring along today? Other than every game you can beat me at...

[Adrian is blissfully unaware of Frank's worry. He sees the two of them as an unstoppable duo, two people who can't lose as long as they work together. He can easily see himself in the exact scenario Frank described: running ahead but not too far ahead that Frank can't keep track of him. With their skills and kickassery, it was a no-lose situation!

But for now work is out of the picture as Adrian reaches for the candy, grabbing both types in one hand with a delighted laugh.]

Well, I brought video games, board games, card games, some movies, the popcorn, some clothes because we both know I'm saying over, and some fireworks! I've got all kinds: the big shit that's great for celebrating, little shit that we can be low key with, and sparklers for super super low key.

[Adrian slides his free hand down from Frank's shoulder to one of his hands to grip it tightly and tug the other man away from the kitchen.]

We don't have to do everything. I just get really excited when I know I'm gonna see you.

[ He stands with a grumble, holding the door to get up. Oh, he's not that old but Adrian makes him feel that age sometimes. A reminder of mortality as he clings to this shred of a former self, and a reflection of that. There's a lot to make up from the years he's poured into agony and violence. Those thoughts pass over his face as Adrian pulls him along.

Almost a disapproving look. Not his intention. He brings a hand up to grab the back of Adrian's shirt and stop him. The same hand comes around to grab his neck and tilt the man's head back to steal a kiss (and force his glasses askew).

Yes, feelings are new but familiar. Frank is slowly getting a grip on himself. ]

Hey, I wanna do everything you want. I'm just happy you're here... Kick my ass at every damn game, so long as yer smilin', baby. We'll have to go pretty far out for fireworks. I wanna see the big ones.

[God. This one of those kisses that takes his breath away. Adrian allows himself to be swept away by Frank grabbing him and grips the back of Frank's head in return. His fingers curl against Frank's hair as they kiss, mirroring what Frank very often does to his toes.

Adrian only looks up when he's certain he can breathe again. His ability to focus, however, is still very much in doubt. He looks to Frank in the happiest of hazes, glasses still tilted across his face.]

When you kiss me like that I don't want to go anywhere.

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[ Oh, how much he wants to say it right then and there, feeling his heart turn over looking into those tilted glasses and the doe eyes behind them. Frank searches them. For what, he's got no idea, but still finds what he's looking for. A fragment of a thought. Adrian feels the same, doesn't he? In his own way.

He smiles and kisses him again, reaching up to weave his fingers through Adrian's in his hair. ]

You don't have to go anywhere. [ His lips barely move against the other man's. ] I want you to stay and suspiciously beat me at Blackjack or strip Poker. Then we make out and watch a movie or two and you pass out after a sugar high...

Do we have to stop at making out?

[Adrian makes a face of thoroughly false sadness and puts on his best pout. Not being able to hold it for more than a few seconds, he laughs both at himself and due to the feeling of being so thoroughly safe and happy all at once.]

What if...

[Adrian pops a gummy worm into his mouth as if it will help him with Very Serious thoughts. Thoughts far too important to bother with fixing his glasses that remain askew.]

...you ate just as much candy as I did? I wanna see how far we can get before we both crash from a sugar high.

[Then, genuinely curious as he leans back in to touch his lips to Frank's:]

Or do you not get those?

Don't know if I can, but I'll eat as much candy as you want. Mmn. Here...

[ He fixes the glasses himself in the kiss, unable to resists. Suddenly unable to resist a lot. Especially with the taste of artificial fruit and other flavors on Adrian's lips. Ah, the guy makes him so stupid he'll happily get a stomach ache for him.

A gummy worm is stolen and he bites it in half, offering the other part of the unfortunate worm to Adrian. ]

I only stopped at making out because at that point you might need to pay attention to the movie. Because I remember a certain someone not likin' to mix two favorite activities and getting distracted... but as the birthday boy, maybe I should be doin' that work for ya.

[ Now it's Frank's turn to pretend the wheels are turning too fast in his head. ]

Yeah, hmm, seems like a fair trade...

[Adrian practically melts under Frank's touch when he adjusts the glasses. How can one person be so kind and so exciting at the same time? There's no one he's ever met that's quite like Frank. Just to be noticed by the other man feels like an extraordinary feat unto itself.]

I think I could be okay with giving you my full attention.

[Adrian accepts the other half of the worm by taking it into his mouth with a playful snap of the teeth.]

I mean, just look at you.

[Which Adrian does, grinning gleefully and running his hands up under Frank's shirt to thoroughly feel his stomach.]

Way better than any movie star.

[ He shivers, unable to help it. His hands move to hold Adrian's face, pulling him again and again into kisses, his breath feathering against his face and cheeks as he chuckles and tries to just get the guy to the couch. ]

Dooon't get ahead of yourself. If we fool around now, I don't think I'm gonna have the energy to do much else. And I reeeeally wanna watch you play games...

[ If only for that look Adrian gets on his face when he's having fun, victorious, showing off, an energy Frank wishes he could absorb for himself. Ah, this guy makes him feel his age just a tad but in the best way. The age that wants to finally keep someone in his orbit before he collapses like a dying star. ]

I'm all yours the whole day though.

[Adrian groans in severe agony!!! when Frank maneuvers Adrian toward the couch. He loves this current attention with the face holding and the kissing and the breath on his cheek. He knows they had agreed on plans, but it's so difficult to stick to those plans when Frank just standing there is so damn tempting. ]

Hey, if I'm playing, you're playing with me.

[With and not against. Adrian doesn't feel like competing against Frank today. He would like to stay together in every sense of the word. Maybe then it wouldn't feel so much like having to pry himself away.

Adrian wanders away to find his backpack and withdraws two wireless microphones. He pushes one into Frank's hand, grinning widely.]

We're playing the game of karaoke, dude! Find the song on youtube, these mics have their own speakers in them. Boom! Instant rock stars.

[Air guitar windmill pose!]

[ Oh, he sees the pained look in those lovely eyes and it almost breaks his heart to deny him any more physicality. Almost. Frank wants a stomach ache from eating too much candy and laughing too much, not from spoiling his appetite before the day is out. The microphone gives him pause. He's baffled, but laughs. ]

Karaoke? Oof, boy, I dunno if you've heard my voice. Definitely not much of a singer.

[ Who is he kidding? They can do all the stupid fun stuff together and not feeling even a shred of awkwardness around one another. Frank practically dragged the guy over to showcase his dick once and we both know how that went. Between the two of them, there's maybe one brain cell dedicated to overthinking and it's currently occupied with what song to pick first. ]

I know it's gonna be Barbie Girl first. Thing is, are you more of a Ken, orrrrr...

[the answer to that one is easy:]

I'M A BARBIE GIRL, IN THE BARBIE WORLD!

[Adrian's reply is sing-shouted with a victorious jump and fist pump to the air.

He's not a shy person and that's definitely not going to kick in anytime soon. Adrian grabs Frank's remote and takes control of the tv, pulling up the karaoke version of the song complete with lyrics on the screen and stripped of lead vocals. It doesn't matter how Frank sounds when he sings. Adrian's no recording artist either, but there's no wrong time to rock and no one he'd rather rock with.

The audio track provides the spoken word intro. Frank is let off the hook for slightly longer.]

I'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere

[Adrian takes the opportunity to wiggle his butt against Frank's crotch.]

Imagination, life is your creation!

[A sweeping flourish of the arm before changing direction to point to his Ken. Here's your big debut, Frank!]

[ There's something very, very familiar about this spark of joy, the swelling in his heart as he watches Adrian let himself go. Frank remembers - he remembers something; a little girl with her own karaoke machine from Christmas, belting out songs with her friends with the volume of the music far too loud. Struggling to find the remote and turn it down and ruining a sleepover for a few seconds before these kids get over it. Laughter, apologies, opting to sing along to make them feel better.

So is it a surprise there's a smile on his face? A stupid grin as he lets unabashed gratification guide him? Frank gives Adrian a small shove to get that jolly butt off him. He's only got a few lines but he still leans into them, voice annoyingly gravelly like the original song.]

Come on, Barbie, let's go party!

[ Absolutely awful duo, don't ever ask them to compete in the national circuit. Frank is just happy to be here, pulling Adrian right back in by the hand. He gets a small twirl out of him before Adrian's back is pressed up against his chest. ]

[Frank absolutely makes the most of his part. Adrian points to Frank with a flourish, as if directing a crowd around them to watch a master at work. It's the perfect opportunity for Frank to initiate a twirl: a first for Adrian, and it's a first that makes him feel all warm and swoony.

Oooh, back to chest now, which even better, means butt to crotch again y e s. This'll be fun.]

I'm a blond bimbo girl in a fantasy world

[Adrian mimes fluffing a long blond wig]

Dress me up, [mimes pulling a shirt over his head] make it tight [mimes tying a ribbon around his chest and pulling the bow tight], I'm your dolly [Finally he poses stiffly in place as if a Barbie, hands on either side of the invisible bow.]

Now presenting... Adrian the Christmas present! A few months early.]

Edited (i'm so sorry, i keep noticing mistakes!) 2022-07-23 02:03 (UTC)

[ Frank makes sure Adrian doesn't get too far from him with his performance, reeling him by a belt loop if his performance puts more than a few inches between them. They're rock stars alright but he knows the kind of attention this guy likes. Performance or no. ]

You're my doll, rock an' roll- [ He slips an arm around his middle, leaning the still doll Adrian to the side in a dip (ah, yes, showing off all his moves already) before pulling him back up against every inch of him; ] -feel the glamour in pink.

Kiss me here- [ The arm around Adrian's waist relents, few fingers lifting to drift across the other's jaw, before slowly falling down his chest and abdomen. ] Touch me there-

[ And then he drifts away before making it to Adrian's belt. ]

Hanky-panky!

[ Yes, he knows what he's doing! These two have a perfect dance together. ]

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