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MythBuster's Slash and Burn	By : 8inchCaliper Category: Reality TV > Mythbusters Views: 2435 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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MythBuster’s Slash and Burn

Pairing – Adam Savage/Jaime Hyneman

Summary – Adam’s being bad…what else is new?

Rating – NC17

Disclaimer – I do not own either, Jaime Hyneman or Adam Savage. This is purely a work of fiction, completely made up, make-believe, etc – and I derive no profit for my efforts. All in good fun.

A/N – if you haven’t seen MythBusters on Discovery channel, you simply MUST! It is possibly the slashiest destruction show on today – as far as this genre goes. That said, enjoy…

Adam tossed a pair of safety glasses to the floor. He rarely got angry. In fact, even at his irritated times, he was still somewhat good-natured, but now was different. Hyneman had pushed him past the point of reasoning, and even though this was a dream job and he liked the work and the crew, he was near the point of stalking off the set.

“You’re being petulant – as usual.”

Jaime’s deep voice nudged him back into the now and reverberated loudly in his head. He turned and threw him a nasty glare.

“Can you just…not talk to me?” Adam could barely stand to look at him with his pinking cheeks beneath the severe facial hair.

“Oh sure.” Jaime replied, with an edge to his usually deadpanned tone. “And while I’m at it, I don’t think I care to even be near you.”

“Fuck off.” Adam murmured under his breath when Jaime was safely out of earshot. Bastard. Ten years between them didn’t necessarily mean more intelligence on Jaime’s part or that Jaime was some brilliant God of knowledge and Adam was just some dumb ass lackey. Adam hated this and didn’t mind that their little spat was holding up production. Mythbusters was a little on the expensive side, but the producers would get over it. Hell, maybe he’d even convince them to finally give Jaime’s spot to Buster – he sure as hell would have less of a headache everyday.

Outside, the crew was milling about and a production assistant was speaking quietly to Jaime some several yards away. San Francisco could get hot this time of the year and Adam’s mood didn’t help it. Yeah, Jaime was right a lot of the time. Yeah, Jaime had a few more years’ experience. Yeah, Jaime had practically done everything under the sun and had the accolades to prove it, but still, it occasionally got to Adam. Yeah, maybe he was being petulant. Whatever. He was entitled to a little snarkiness every now and again. Jaime got his way far too often and he usually had this cool, levelheaded, intelligent way of dealing with it or simply writing it off as an oversight on his part. Now, however, it was different. Adam could have sworn he’d heard that little condescending peak in Jaime’s voice as he’d basically tossed another of Adam’s ideas onto the pavement like so many childish imaginings. Adam had been pissed. It had been brewing just beneath the surface anyway, built up from other disagreements or just leftovers from the times he’d backed down from the Hyneman, just for the sake of argument. Now, however, he felt like stomping all over the guy, getting gritty footprints all over his pretty, crisp white shirt, slapping the back of his clean shaven neck. His fists were balled as he headed towards his trailer and once he was safely inside, he slammed shut the door, purposely making as much noise as possible. He was having a tantrum, goddammit and everyone would know. To hell with professionalism!

Stalking around the small space, it occurred to Adam that he’d rather be someplace else. He had several projects in the works and could be working on finishing a few. Of course, Jaime would call him irresponsible, incapable of multitasking, doomed for the procrastination hall of fame. Then again, who really gave a shit what Jaime might think? For the past several years, it had always come down to Jaime. What did Jaime need? What was Jaime up to? What’s it like working for Jaime? In a sudden rage, Adam pushed several little clay figures off his small bookshelf and watched as they crashed to the floor in a little broken heap. His heart was pounding angrily in his chest, and his teeth were clenched. If Jaime were here right now, he might seriously consider hitting the guy. He’d pound him, in fact, with everything he had inside him. And damn, where did all this fucking hostility come from anyway?

The soft rapping on his door forced him out of his reverie.

“What?!” He shouted, without opening it. “Who is it? Go away!”

The door opened a crack and Jaime poked his head in. “So. I guess you’re still pissed?”

Adam turned his back on him, willing away a desire to strike out. “Go away Hyneman, I’m dead serious.”

Instead of obeying, though, Jaime entered into the trailer and let the door shut with a little snap.
“Listen, Adam, it’s no biggie. We’ll try things your way.”

Adam felt his face become red with heat. The mutherfucking audacity of this guy. “I said GO AWAY.” He said, emphasizing the last two words. He was still facing the other direction.

Jaime let a beat of silence pass before shrugging. “Listen, I know I can get kind of…domineering…”

Adam snorted. “Ah, is that what they’re calling it?”

Jaime made a face. “Listen, I’m trying to apologize…”

“Pacify, you mean.” Adam snorted, turning to look on Jaime’s angelic features. “Listen. I’m tired of doing this. I need to go home, get my thoughts together, Hell, maybe even have a drink.”

“Is it really that bad?” Jaime made the inquiry sound kind of painful. “I mean, are you sure you aren’t just being a drama queen?”

After a stunned silence, Adam smirked angrily and raised both his middle fingers. “Sit and spin, Hyneman. It might be tricky, but I’m sure you can figure it out. You always do.”

Jaime felt heat coloring his own cheeks and tried to formulate a response. This static brewing between them had been a long time coming, but now, it seemed too palpable – almost tangible. He couldn’t put a label on it just now, but he had a feeling like he was dealing with a child – an overgrown child with a bad goatee and tight black jeans. He had a sudden inexplicable urge to spank Adam and had to shake his head a little to prevent this thought from erupting into sound or developing into action.

“Adam, you must be the most…acrimonious, self-centered, ill-tempered…”

Adam snorted a laugh. “You forgot bitchy…”

That was it. The straw that broke Jaime’s back. “Get over here!” He growled, yanking Adam to him with such sudden force that the other man had barely enough time to think let alone protest as he was pressed against his colleague’s hard body and unexpectedly engaged in a kiss. His hands instinctively grasped onto the white shirt that he had not an hour ago fantasized about dirtying with angry stamp marks. Now, his fingers clawed at the cotton material as the blondish mustache brushing his face also tickled his upper lip. Had he been thinking clearly, he might’ve resisted. Then again, what would’ve been the point? There was something mildly comforting about Jaime’s embrace. Odd? Yes. But strangely comforting.

When the kiss broke, both men sort of fell away, silently gaping at each other. Adam’s gaze darted back and forth between Jaime’s crystal clear blue eyes and Jaime seemed to be focused on one specific feature on Adam’s face. His nose, maybe?

“What the hell was that?”

Jaime raised a shoulder, uncertainty an odd emotion for him. “Does it really matter?”

Adam let his fingers touch his own lips, remember the feel of Jaime’s mouth on his. “You called me acrimonious.” He said absently.

“You are.” Jaime replied matter-of-factly.
“Fuck you.”

Jaime tilted his head. He seemed to be considering it, and a strange thrill shot up Adam’s spine. What the hell was happening here? The world seemed to be moving on a new axis.

“We really need to finish this quicksand thing before the production crew starts molting or having puppies…”

Adam snorted. “Are you joking?” His eyes were wide and disbelieving. “You think you can just come in here and sexually assault….”

Again, Jaime’s strong arm was yanking Adam against him - only his time, Adam struggled a bit, making it positively delightful for Jaime because he was able to better display his superior strength. No matter what the scenario, he always had leverage over Adam.

Their mouths moved together and Adam was sort of half-clutching, half-pushing Jaime away. Jaime’s beret had been knocked off, and he had sandy crust on the edge of his sleeve, but Adam hardly noticed. Jaime was literally punishing his mouth, crushing their lips together against their teeth, causing mayhem. Adam heard himself whimper once before feeling himself back into a wall.
The fucking audacity…

“This doesn’t…” a pleasurable moan. “…doesn’t change anything…”

Jaime’s mouth on Adam’s nipple, chewing. “Grow up.”

“You’re not my…” A high-pitched piggy squeal on Adam’s part. “…not my daddy…”

Jaime’s snort and the sound of denim coming apart at the seams. “Thought I was…”

“Fuck you, Jaime…” A thick callused hand moving over the smooth bald head, caressing it lovingly. “…shit this feels nice…”

A deep chuckle from Jaime, making strange shapes in Adam’s shorts.

“Your problem…” Jaime mussed between kissing Adam’s mouth. “…is that you need…to get laid…”

“What do you know about it?” Adam added, breathlessly as he unbuttoned Jaime’s jeans.

It was like moving along on a strong current. Being swept out to sea, there’s absolutely no way to still yourself or fight against it, so you might as well go with the flow. Anyway, Adam had no intentions of struggling. He’d been with men before, and there was a certain hunger that fueled him now. God, Jaime had incredible stomach muscles.

In moments, Jaime was taking Adam like they were the players in some strange rodeo and Adam’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he felt his body being reshaped from the inside out. Jaime, for his part, kept a close reign on the other man, hovering above and behind him like a God, smirking down on his beautiful naughty boy. Bastard, he thought to himself of Adam. This ought to push belligerent thoughts from his head, he mused as he pushed even deeper than before, loving the feel of Adam’s ass against his thighs with every upswing.

Adam felt his last bits of reserve crumbling away, as he was filled time and time again by Jaime’s probing member. “Oh God…” He heard himself whimper as flesh met flesh and sank deep within, tickling the very center of his soul. He grasped onto the edge of his desk with a strong grip, desperate to hang on. Jaime wasn’t letting up, wouldn’t let up, Adam suspected, until a lesson was learned. “…Oh God, J…Jaime…”

“Breathe, Adam….” Was all he said, and Adam obeyed, using his last ounce of intelligible thought to comprehend. He was picturing the look on Jaime’s face, the taut muscles of Jaime’s stomach as he flexed and moved and drove his point across. He was picturing those blue eyes and those skilled hands and he felt the warmth stirring just beneath the surface. Jaime’s hand reaching around to give him that final, brutal tug was what did it, and he felt himself trembling, mouth opened in silent cry as warm cream shot from the center of his being.

He was flooded with Jaime’s heat not long after and felt himself crumble over onto the desk. Jaime’s hand stayed on Adam’s shoulder as he lay across the curve of Adam’s back.

For several long minutes, there were no words, just the soft breathing and eventually, the rustling of clothes being fastened and Jaime wetting a towel with a half drank bottle of Aquafina water, scrubbing cum off his hands as best he could.
When they stood facing each other again, Jaime cleared his throat.

“Are you ready to work?” His voice took on an oddly parental tone.

Absently, still a little off center, Adam nodded, slowly.

Jaime allowed himself a small smirk. “Am I to assume we’re back on good terms?”

Another nod from Adam.

“Good. I don’t want to have to do this again today.”

Adam blinked a few times and allowed Jaime to lead the way as he silently planned his next tantrum.

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