Equity Part Twenty Nine
Jul. 10th, 2009 07:39 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dysonrulesThe drive up burger joint was packed, as drive up burger joints tend to be, so they made small talk about the bizarre weather--the cold snap had passed, leaving the day cloudy and promising rain, but much warmer than it had been. With two paper sacks of food safely stowed on Adam's lap, Stephen drove back to the apartment complex and parked where Adam directed.
His nervousness was adorable, Stephen decided. Frankly, he didn't care if the man lived in a cardboard box; he was positively edible. Stephen entertained yet another fantasy of unbuttoning Adam as he watched him climb out of the car, thinking such a fine ass had never been in the passenger seat of the Audi. The fact was appealing.
The car beeped as he triggered the alarm button and then he followed Adam's amazing ass down the sidewalk and past a number of townhouse-like apartments to one that looked looked like a carbon copy of the others. A small garage was attached, likely the home of Adam's motorcycle.
Stephen grabbed the bags while Adam fished in the pocket of his denims for the key. Adam held the door open for him and gestured somewhat sheepishly for him to enter.
Stephen appraised the place and nearly laughed. He had expected a veritable hovel, from Adam's attitude. The apartment was small, but neat, with a minimum of furnishings. A fairly standard bachelor's residence with no sign of a roommate, Stephen was glad to note. The couch was black leather and the other furnishings were nice enough--oak mostly, although the mismatched dining chairs were made of a variety of materials, from black laquer to metal.
Stephen set the bags on the glass-topped table and smiled encouragingly at Adam, who seemed to release pent-up tension with an exhalation. Stephen frowned.
"Do you really think I'm that much of a snob that I would fault your apartment?" he asked softly.
Adam flushed and shook his head. "No, that's not it. You are just so... successful, and I'm so... not. I guess I feel a little unworthy."
Stephen felt a rush of protective warmth that surprised him. He reached out and snagged Adam's hand to draw him closer. He pressed a soft kiss against Adam's lips and said, "Try to remember this conversation when you're a famous singer and your lame boyfriend works for a bank."
He blanched when he realized he had used the word 'boyfriend' for the first time in years. It would have been more terrifying if Adam hadn't wrapped him in a hard embrace and buried his face in the side of his neck to muffle the chuckles.
"My lame boyfriend," Adam said. "I like the sound of that."
Stephen pinched his perfect ass in mock retribution. "Brat."
(Just when you think they can't get any cuter... they manage it. LOL!)
His nervousness was adorable, Stephen decided. Frankly, he didn't care if the man lived in a cardboard box; he was positively edible. Stephen entertained yet another fantasy of unbuttoning Adam as he watched him climb out of the car, thinking such a fine ass had never been in the passenger seat of the Audi. The fact was appealing.
The car beeped as he triggered the alarm button and then he followed Adam's amazing ass down the sidewalk and past a number of townhouse-like apartments to one that looked looked like a carbon copy of the others. A small garage was attached, likely the home of Adam's motorcycle.
Stephen grabbed the bags while Adam fished in the pocket of his denims for the key. Adam held the door open for him and gestured somewhat sheepishly for him to enter.
Stephen appraised the place and nearly laughed. He had expected a veritable hovel, from Adam's attitude. The apartment was small, but neat, with a minimum of furnishings. A fairly standard bachelor's residence with no sign of a roommate, Stephen was glad to note. The couch was black leather and the other furnishings were nice enough--oak mostly, although the mismatched dining chairs were made of a variety of materials, from black laquer to metal.
Stephen set the bags on the glass-topped table and smiled encouragingly at Adam, who seemed to release pent-up tension with an exhalation. Stephen frowned.
"Do you really think I'm that much of a snob that I would fault your apartment?" he asked softly.
Adam flushed and shook his head. "No, that's not it. You are just so... successful, and I'm so... not. I guess I feel a little unworthy."
Stephen felt a rush of protective warmth that surprised him. He reached out and snagged Adam's hand to draw him closer. He pressed a soft kiss against Adam's lips and said, "Try to remember this conversation when you're a famous singer and your lame boyfriend works for a bank."
He blanched when he realized he had used the word 'boyfriend' for the first time in years. It would have been more terrifying if Adam hadn't wrapped him in a hard embrace and buried his face in the side of his neck to muffle the chuckles.
"My lame boyfriend," Adam said. "I like the sound of that."
Stephen pinched his perfect ass in mock retribution. "Brat."
(Just when you think they can't get any cuter... they manage it. LOL!)
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Date: 2009-07-19 09:35 am (UTC)on the bright side, this chapter was beautiful, i've re-read it about ten times and it still makes me smile.
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Date: 2009-07-19 12:42 pm (UTC)Back to our regular schedule soon. I hope!
*squishes*
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Date: 2009-11-26 01:50 pm (UTC)<3333333333333333333333333333333333
I couldn't keep it to myself anymore! I LOVE THIS!
*is addicted*
I LOVE YOU!
*runs to next part*