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The Past Keeps on Getting Brighter by inabathrobe (R)
Fandom: WATCHMEN
Pairing: Adrian/various (mostly Dan)
Length: ~3500
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
inabathrobe
Author Website: Author's fic on LJ
Why this must be read: First off, a warning: this fic is about AIDS, and really pulls no punches. There's character death, and it hurts. That said, that's also why you should read it. It's wrenching, and tender without being schmoopy or sentimental, and the simple, straightforward prose style just makes it all the more affecting. Plus, it manages to make the sort of behaviour I'd normally consider totally OOC for Adrian appear perfectly convincing, which is always a sign that the author is Doing It Right.
It starts with a desperate desire to be normal. He usually takes nothing stronger than a few cocktails to soften the evening. It is a Tuesday night. There is a girl in neon pink spandex with whom he is dancing, and he remembers something in her mouth, probably a pill, and her sliding it into his. He has concluded long since that it was some sort of amphetamine. He can't remember anything about her other than her pink Lycra, much less about the sex, but he remembers stumbling home and resolving not to do it again.
That Wednesday morning, he wakes up feeling like hell. He sends his secretary out for tomato juice and K-Y Jelly. He has three glasses of champagne while she is out and, when she comes back, fucks her against the dining room table.
Then, he goes back to bed.
He remembers a particularly good blowjob from David Bowie, fucking one of the Village People (not so good), and young men and women without number. It takes him weeks to give up girls, even though he doesn't enjoy having them. Old habits die hard. He remembers a particularly sweet young man, dark haired, insistent on a condom (the first Adrian has seen in the better part of two months). He has soft hands and softer lips, and he kisses Adrian more gently than he has been kissed in his increasingly short memory. He fucks Adrian as though he hasn't done it very often in the past and becomes incredibly alarmed when he realizes exactly how out of it Adrian is. He remembers the soft words spoken in a half panic: "Are you high?" He says, no, of course not, it had been cocaine, not marijuana. The young man stares at him and asks him if he is okay. Adrian says he isn't because, instead of getting fucked, he is getting a lecture.
Dan doesn't speak to him for nearly a year afterward.
The Past Keeps On Getting Brighter
Pairing: Adrian/various (mostly Dan)
Length: ~3500
Author on LJ:
inabathrobeAuthor Website: Author's fic on LJ
Why this must be read: First off, a warning: this fic is about AIDS, and really pulls no punches. There's character death, and it hurts. That said, that's also why you should read it. It's wrenching, and tender without being schmoopy or sentimental, and the simple, straightforward prose style just makes it all the more affecting. Plus, it manages to make the sort of behaviour I'd normally consider totally OOC for Adrian appear perfectly convincing, which is always a sign that the author is Doing It Right.
It starts with a desperate desire to be normal. He usually takes nothing stronger than a few cocktails to soften the evening. It is a Tuesday night. There is a girl in neon pink spandex with whom he is dancing, and he remembers something in her mouth, probably a pill, and her sliding it into his. He has concluded long since that it was some sort of amphetamine. He can't remember anything about her other than her pink Lycra, much less about the sex, but he remembers stumbling home and resolving not to do it again.
That Wednesday morning, he wakes up feeling like hell. He sends his secretary out for tomato juice and K-Y Jelly. He has three glasses of champagne while she is out and, when she comes back, fucks her against the dining room table.
Then, he goes back to bed.
He remembers a particularly good blowjob from David Bowie, fucking one of the Village People (not so good), and young men and women without number. It takes him weeks to give up girls, even though he doesn't enjoy having them. Old habits die hard. He remembers a particularly sweet young man, dark haired, insistent on a condom (the first Adrian has seen in the better part of two months). He has soft hands and softer lips, and he kisses Adrian more gently than he has been kissed in his increasingly short memory. He fucks Adrian as though he hasn't done it very often in the past and becomes incredibly alarmed when he realizes exactly how out of it Adrian is. He remembers the soft words spoken in a half panic: "Are you high?" He says, no, of course not, it had been cocaine, not marijuana. The young man stares at him and asks him if he is okay. Adrian says he isn't because, instead of getting fucked, he is getting a lecture.
Dan doesn't speak to him for nearly a year afterward.
The Past Keeps On Getting Brighter