First Post: RPS Reed Martin/Adam Long

[goblover.livejournal.com]

First post here!

Fandom: Real Person Slash....the Reduced Shakespeare Company
Pairing: Reed Martin/Adam Long, background Austin Tichenor/Adam Long
Rating: PG-13 I guess. Language and such, I believe there's an f-word. Or two. Two. :D
Disclaimer: I don't believe you can own people nowadays...so...
Note: Written in first person from Reed's POV
Summary: Reed Martin thinks back to a time when things were good.

Haha, am I the only one slashing these guys? This is my first time writing them, so it's pretty light on the substance. I liked doing it so hey, why not right?
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I was fine until I saw the new programs they had printed. Austin's name, my name, and...Matt's.

It was one thing when Jess left, and I was definitely okay with Daniel leaving. Hell, that’s why I got the job. God knows we couldn’t be doing this forever but with Adam leaving, it just didn’t seem right.

 

I saw the Star Wars thing he did for Sky Movies. It’s the first thing of his I’d seen since he left. God, he looked old.

I mean he had his baby face, same as always. But with his glasses, and a high definition television like I had—man, did it age him.

 

And then it hit me. We were all doing the same shit: beating up dummies, fake blowups at insignificant things, abridging even more than necessary.

 

I thought he didn’t want to do it anymore, but that wasn’t it.

 

He just didn’t want to do it with us anymore.

 

Austin and I, we thought, I mean-I swore we were each other’s life. Adam was everything, he was the show. It wouldn’t work without him, it didn’t. The audience loved him from the moment he put on the adorable bashful face when he dropped those index cards.

 

There wasn’t an actual reason, he just said he was leaving. Like it made all the fucking sense in the world.

 

I don’t know what it was, I thought me and him were all squared away. It must have been something with Austin.

 

I never discussed Adam’s little arrangement with Austin and Austin never discussed Adam’s arrangement with me. But we knew that the other’s existed. I mean, god! We were doing shows together for years, how could we not know?

 

When we did the Hollywood show and the Bible show, it wasn’t a character we were writing, it was him. It was always him.

 

I just-I remember those times when we were holed up on the cheapest hotel on the block, hopelessly going over act four of Coriolanus and trying to determine the point of it. No point whatsoever.

 

And then once Jess was out of the room, he and I would go at it like we had been separated for years.

 

I barely knew him. Hah, I thought I did but…no. He kept himself guarded even when no one was around.

 

I got a bit of insight in those few seconds when he was vulnerable. Those little moments onstage when something didn’t go quite right and he’d slip out of character momentarily, giving a quiet laugh and shooting me a bright smile to let me know it was okay.

 

It wasn’t often when I saw him go blank. The one that sticks with me was one of the West end shows, and he just looked so scared. He looked as young as he prentended to be right then. Austin jumped in to rescue him, because Austin knows the material backwards and forwards.

 

Haha, we all do. That’s not the best phrase to use, I guess.

 

I would have helped but I was too paralyzed just knowing that Adam was losing it.

 

Later that night when we were fucking so hard that I thought we were going to break the bedsprings, I looked deep into his eyes. There was that same fear. I can’t explain it, I really can’t.

 

He was just so self sufficient, it’s the one thing Austin and I constantly bitched about. No, he didn’t need help, yes he knew where the props were, and god could we please stop treating him like a child, asking him if he got hotel reservations every five minutes or so?

 

Not that it mattered now, but I loved him. I do love him. Probably as much as Austin does. But we never discuss it because Austin's polite like that.

 

Since that very informal audition, I’ve heard Adam's laugh. If its possible, I think I fell in love with him right then. I loved trying to make him laugh night after night, no matter how hard it was. But there were those times it got easier and I got my way. Only when he decided to grab a drink or two before the show and got really…giggly. And handsy, but I'd never complain about that. Those were my favorite shows.

 

I just wanted every part of him. But he was never comfortable in giving up that much.

It really was a shame.
 

Comments

[giglet.livejournal.com]

Oh *wow*! This fandom would never have occurred to me. Thanks!

[goblover.livejournal.com]

Haha anytime :D

[ajan-syetah.livejournal.com]

This is too weird! I literally JUST watched Complete Works of Shakespeare TODAY and was totally thinking about shipping every combination I could XD

Thanks for posting this! T'was lovely!!

[goblover.livejournal.com]

Haha that IS weird.

By all means, ship away! :D I love me some Adam, such a cutie!

Thanks for readin!

[taureleafsilver.livejournal.com]

This may be the ONLY fic I've ever found online, and I love you for it!

[goblover.livejournal.com]

Hey, you're welcome! (months later, say I)
I was just rereading this because I was thinking of writing more. We'll see what happens!

[taureleafsilver.livejournal.com]

Oh man, that would be AWESOME.