Love-Hate Actually | Adam/Tyce | R

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Title: Love-Hate Actually
Fandom: So You Think You Can Dance RPS
Pairing: Adam Shankman/Tyce DiOrio
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,450
Disclaimer: I do not own Adam Shankman or Tyce DiOrio. This never happened. No offense is intended and no profit is being made.
Summary: This moment was supposed to be all about reunion sex and maybe what Tyce said before they said goodbye in April, not about his opinion on Tyce's routines.
Notes: Follows What Happens During Vegas Week Does Not Stay During Vegas Week.



Adam's been looking forward to June. He's guest judging the first episode of the season and, maybe more importantly, it'll be the first time he's seen Tyce since the night he spent the night with him back in April. They've talked on the phone and sent e-mails and once Tyce talked him through how to turn on his webcam, but this is the first time he's seen him face-to-face. He's really fucking excited for it, too, until he steps off the plane, heads straight to the performance show taping, and sees the routine Tyce has choreographed for Asuka and Vitolio.

He hates it.

It's not terrible, exactly, but it's not very good, either, and he knows Tyce can do better.

"So what'd you think?" Tyce asks after the show.

"They danced...well," Adam says finally.

"I meant about the routines."

He looks like an eager puppy awaiting approval and Adam hates that he can't give it to him.

"Tyce—"

The eager smile on Tyce's face falls and Adam can't believe that this moment is being fucked up like this. This moment was supposed to be all about reunion sex and maybe what Tyce said before they said goodbye in April, not about his opinion on Tyce's routines.

"The routine with Randi and Evan was beautiful," he says, which is true.

"And the one with Asuka and Vitolio?"

Adam shrugs. "What do you want me to say, Tyce? It was...okay."

"Asshole."

"Tyce, come on."

"No, fuck you. You're supposed to be—" He stops. "You're my friend. What the hell?"

"Tyce, you know it wasn't that great. It was what it was. Everyone does a bad routine every now and then."

He reaches out to touch Tyce's shoulder, but Tyce jerks away from him.

"Get out of my hotel room."

"Thought you wanted me to stay? You said you—"

"Don't fucking throw that in my face," Tyce spits. "Just leave me the fuck alone."

"What would you have me do, Tyce? Did you want me to lie to you?"

"I want you to support me, Adam."

"I told you the jazz routine was beautiful."

Tyce glares at him. "You know the one I care about is the Broadway."

Adam sighs. "Tyce..."

"It wouldn't kill you to act like you care about me, you know."

He crosses his arms across his chest and Adam tries not to laugh at the ridiculous image of an angry, short, Italian-American New Yorker in front of him. It's really not funny that what should be an important moment is being ruined, but Tyce angry is always funny and Tyce this pissed off at him is bordering on the insane.

"You're an amazing choreographer, Tyce," he says. "You know you are. Just in this one particular case, no, the routine wasn't as strong as you usually are. But it's nothing to be this upset about, okay? I haven't seen you in months."

"You can get laid later."

Adam sighs. "Maybe I'm trying to make this about more than getting laid, okay? You wanted—you said." He groans. "Damn it, Tyce. I'm trying, here."

"You want to make this more, you fucking support me."

"I do."

"No, you—"

Adam steps closer, crowding Tyce's personal space, and curls his fingers around the base of Tyce's neck.

"I think you're brilliant," he says. "but on the show, I'm contractually obligated to be honest. And to tell the truth, I wouldn't lie to you in our personal life, either. Now can we please move on from this? It's been two months, we're both gorgeous, and there's this whole new thing between me and you that I want to see. So please shut up. Please, Tyce. I've been waiting two months to touch you and I know you've been waiting for longer."

Tyce frowns at him, then looks away. "Don't try to distract me."

"I don't want to distract you. I want to fuck you."

Tyce huffs. "I'm very fuckable."

"Mhm. You are. And I've been thinking about you for two months."

"Yeah?"

"After what you said to me? Of course I have."

Tyce gives him that small, tentative smile and presses his palm flat against Adam's chest.

"What'd you think about me?"

"Come on, Tyce. Don't make me get girly."

"You were brutally honest about my routine. You can be honest about this."

"Shut up," Adam answers, and kisses him.

"No," Tyce says, and pushes Adam away. He looks upset now, and not just angry. It's the look on his face that makes Adam stop and run a hand through his hair nervously.

"What do you want?"

"I told you how I felt," Tyce says. "In April, I told you that I had feelings for you and you said you'd take this time to think about it. So you've thought. Now tell me. You don't have to get down on one knee and profess your undying love for me, but give me something."

"You're...you're Tyce, man. You're..."

"I know my name. What I want to know is how you feel about me."

"Tyce, you...you infuriate me. You piss me off and worst of all, you know it and do it on purpose. Sometimes I want to strangle you and sometimes I want to strangle you while I fuck you. But at the end of the day...I want to be pissed off by you. Okay?"

"I—what does that even mean?"

Adam sighs. "It means that...I don't know. That I like having you in my life. And you're important to me. But sometimes you really just piss me off and you know it."

Tyce grins. "Yeah. I do."

"But I still...want you around."

"You love me," Tyce sing-songs. "You love-hate me."

"Shut up."

"Was that really so hard?"

"Incredibly so."

"Oh, don't be such a drama queen."

Adam snorts. "You realize the irony of you saying that to me, right?"

"I'm vaguely aware."

Adam closes the distance between them again, and this time Tyce doesn't push him away.

"Come on, Tyce. I don't want to fight. It's been a long day and I just...I've missed you."

"I've missed you, too," Tyce answers. "Okay, you can fuck me now."

"Oh, I can, huh?"

"Yeah. I'll let the gross lack of support go since you did just kind of make me really, stupidly happy."

"Happy to be of service. Now get on the bed."

"I love-hate you, too."

It's different this time than it has been before. Tyce is actually smiling, for one, which is a huge fucking difference all on its own. He never smiles like this, not even when he actually tries. His forced smiles always come out more like smirks, but these ones are pure and happy and just for Adam.

It feels different, too. Gentler, somehow, even though when Tyce begs, "Harder," Adam's already obeying before he finishes the word.

Whatever, it's all girly bullshit that he'll never say out loud, anyway. Tyce didn't say he had to be completely honest in his own head.

It is, though. And he kind of likes it. It's all the best parts of having a fuck buddy and having a boyfriend all mixed together and Adam thinks that if he can just learn how to calm Tyce down without resorting to tackling him onto the nearest hard surface, this just might be something. It could actually work.

The best part is still the way Tyce says his name, though. He doesn't even have to ask if Tyce really does love-hate him or if it's just one of those two, because he can hear it in Tyce's voice. It makes his head spin and he loses himself in the newness of it until they're both gasping for air and trying to untangle sweaty limbs from sticky sheets.

"Still mad at you for not liking my Broadway number," Tyce mutters after the silence has dragged on for too long. "Just so you know."

"We can have angry sex in the morning about it," Adam answers.

"I'm Italian," Tyce says. "We know angry sex. You're in for it."

"Good."

"You piss me off, too, you know. On purpose."

"Yeah. I know."

Tyce nods. "Thanks, by the way."

"For what?"

"On the show today, you told me that the jazz routine with Evan and Randi was one of the best pieces I've ever done. And I tried to say thank you, but they didn't have a mic on me. So...thank you. It meant a lot to me."

Adam stares at him. "Then...then why did we have that fight? If you—"

Tyce grins. "I like pissing you off."

Adam pushes him lightly on the shoulder and laughs. Morning angry sex cannot get here fast enough.