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Give Me My Sin Again by Frog (R)
Fandom: U2
Pairing: Adam Clayton/The Edge
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frog4
Author Website: Love Is Blindness or![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Why this must be read:
This is a lovely example of a baby!U2 story, centred around the band's high school days, and it exhibits the endearing tentativeness and confusion often found in this genre. This is told from Edge's POV, and shows how awareness of Adam gradually insinuates itself into Edge's consciousness. Something happens which makes both boys realise the interest is mutual, but, in true teenagerly fashion, even after the event, neither has the guts to make a move and the second-guessing begins. It's not an angst-fest, though, it's just very believable behaviour from two emotionally and sexually inexperienced young men. It also touches on the moral problems these guys might have had, being both young, from a Christian background and from a not-terribly-sexually liberated society like '70s and early '80s Dublin. I confess to a weakness for this genre, and if I wasn't trying to spread out my recs as much as possible I could probably do a dozen baby!fic recs alone.
I’m suddenly nervous, but he doesn’t say anything. Just calmly finishes his cigarette and stubs it out against the ground. Then he’s moving towards me, unzipping his coat as he does so, and he must see my eyes widen at this, because he’s reminding me, “We have to switch these, remember?”
Yes. But now my jacket smells like him too. I’ll have to get mum to wash it tomorrow. Or maybe not.
And he hasn’t moved away, he’s just staring at me.
“Are you alright?” he says, softly.
“I thought you liked girls.”
That was random.
A simple “yes” would’ve sufficed, I think.
He grins, “Yes, I do like girls. Very much so. But…”
He’s very close now. If he gets much closer, he’s going to be able to feel me again, arctic thoughts and temperatures notwithstanding.
It’s so cold out.
He’d be so warm.
“… in case you hadn’t noticed, girls were in sort of short supply back there. And so we realized that there were… other alternatives.”
Oh, God. So this is what mum had meant by that cryptic remark years ago.
He’s so warm.
Give Me My Sin Again
Pairing: Adam Clayton/The Edge
Author on LJ:
frog4 Author Website: Love Is Blindness or
u2slash, and please note, to join Why this must be read:
This is a lovely example of a baby!U2 story, centred around the band's high school days, and it exhibits the endearing tentativeness and confusion often found in this genre. This is told from Edge's POV, and shows how awareness of Adam gradually insinuates itself into Edge's consciousness. Something happens which makes both boys realise the interest is mutual, but, in true teenagerly fashion, even after the event, neither has the guts to make a move and the second-guessing begins. It's not an angst-fest, though, it's just very believable behaviour from two emotionally and sexually inexperienced young men. It also touches on the moral problems these guys might have had, being both young, from a Christian background and from a not-terribly-sexually liberated society like '70s and early '80s Dublin. I confess to a weakness for this genre, and if I wasn't trying to spread out my recs as much as possible I could probably do a dozen baby!fic recs alone.
I’m suddenly nervous, but he doesn’t say anything. Just calmly finishes his cigarette and stubs it out against the ground. Then he’s moving towards me, unzipping his coat as he does so, and he must see my eyes widen at this, because he’s reminding me, “We have to switch these, remember?”
Yes. But now my jacket smells like him too. I’ll have to get mum to wash it tomorrow. Or maybe not.
And he hasn’t moved away, he’s just staring at me.
“Are you alright?” he says, softly.
“I thought you liked girls.”
That was random.
A simple “yes” would’ve sufficed, I think.
He grins, “Yes, I do like girls. Very much so. But…”
He’s very close now. If he gets much closer, he’s going to be able to feel me again, arctic thoughts and temperatures notwithstanding.
It’s so cold out.
He’d be so warm.
“… in case you hadn’t noticed, girls were in sort of short supply back there. And so we realized that there were… other alternatives.”
Oh, God. So this is what mum had meant by that cryptic remark years ago.
He’s so warm.
Give Me My Sin Again
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First thing, you probably should join
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