Equity Part Eighteen
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dysonrulesAdam returned to the living room and sat on the couch while Stephen preformed his domestic duties in some other part of the house. He looked at the paused game screen on the television and wondered if Stephen would be susceptible to wagers, since that had been the topic before they had become pleasantly distracted.
Stephen returned, wearing a shirt this time, damn it all. It was a plain white wifebeater shirt and did nothing to quell Adam's growing desire. Their previous activity had merely whet his appetite and he was ready for the main course. One way or another, he planned to spend the night. Schooling his features into innocence, he smiled at his gorgeous host.
"Ready for our automotive deathmatch?" he asked.
Stephen sat down and picked up his controller. "As you wish. Prepare for defeat."
Adam smirked. "Not so fast. I believe there was some talk of a wager."
Stephen's eyes shifted into suspicion and Adam had to steel himself not to laugh. The blond's expressions were enchanting. He had never expected the unruffled bank manager to be so adorable in a casual setting. It was all he could do not to press him into the couch and force a few more responses.
Adam laughed. "Don't look at me like that. You can't be afraid of a little friendly competition?"
"What I'm afraid of are the stakes," Stephen admitted.
"Really? Why?"
Stephen rolled his eyes. "All right, then. What do you propose?"
Adam leaned forward and caressed the side of Stephen's face lightly with his fingertips. "Well, if I win--" He paused dramatically. "If I win, then I stay the night."
A shifty sort of smile curved Stephen's lips and Adam quickly added, "In your bed."
"I see you plan to disregard my intention not to rush into this."
Adam grinned lazily. "Do you really think you'll get bored with me? Because, frankly, I find you incredibly interesting. I have no plan to give up my habit of stalking you. In fact, now that I know you're interested, I'll probably double my effort."
Stephen drew quick breath, seeming surprised. "You were actually stalking me?"
Adam punched him lightly in the ribs. "No, I'm stupid enough to freeze my ass off waiting for the second bus because I prefer to be punctual to work."
Stephen frowned. "This is exactly my point, Adam. I don't even know where you work. I don't know anything about you."
"You know what I taste like," Adam said huskily and traced Stephen's lower lip with his thumb.
Stephen groaned and shut his eyes. "You most likely have a job that torments the innocent masses and makes them all faint for want of you. Are you a male stripper?"
"Close," Adam said. "I'm a singer."
Author's Note: No, he is not Adam Lambert, lol! He is loosely based on that particular fellow, but then, Stephen is loosely based on Draco Malfoy, so there ya go.
Stephen returned, wearing a shirt this time, damn it all. It was a plain white wifebeater shirt and did nothing to quell Adam's growing desire. Their previous activity had merely whet his appetite and he was ready for the main course. One way or another, he planned to spend the night. Schooling his features into innocence, he smiled at his gorgeous host.
"Ready for our automotive deathmatch?" he asked.
Stephen sat down and picked up his controller. "As you wish. Prepare for defeat."
Adam smirked. "Not so fast. I believe there was some talk of a wager."
Stephen's eyes shifted into suspicion and Adam had to steel himself not to laugh. The blond's expressions were enchanting. He had never expected the unruffled bank manager to be so adorable in a casual setting. It was all he could do not to press him into the couch and force a few more responses.
Adam laughed. "Don't look at me like that. You can't be afraid of a little friendly competition?"
"What I'm afraid of are the stakes," Stephen admitted.
"Really? Why?"
Stephen rolled his eyes. "All right, then. What do you propose?"
Adam leaned forward and caressed the side of Stephen's face lightly with his fingertips. "Well, if I win--" He paused dramatically. "If I win, then I stay the night."
A shifty sort of smile curved Stephen's lips and Adam quickly added, "In your bed."
"I see you plan to disregard my intention not to rush into this."
Adam grinned lazily. "Do you really think you'll get bored with me? Because, frankly, I find you incredibly interesting. I have no plan to give up my habit of stalking you. In fact, now that I know you're interested, I'll probably double my effort."
Stephen drew quick breath, seeming surprised. "You were actually stalking me?"
Adam punched him lightly in the ribs. "No, I'm stupid enough to freeze my ass off waiting for the second bus because I prefer to be punctual to work."
Stephen frowned. "This is exactly my point, Adam. I don't even know where you work. I don't know anything about you."
"You know what I taste like," Adam said huskily and traced Stephen's lower lip with his thumb.
Stephen groaned and shut his eyes. "You most likely have a job that torments the innocent masses and makes them all faint for want of you. Are you a male stripper?"
"Close," Adam said. "I'm a singer."
Author's Note: No, he is not Adam Lambert, lol! He is loosely based on that particular fellow, but then, Stephen is loosely based on Draco Malfoy, so there ya go.
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