Equity Part Forty Two
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Stephen managed to yank on his shirt and shut the bedroom door with finality before nearly walking into his Aunt Jolene. She took in his appearance with a gasp and Stephen suddenly realized what he must look like.
Dear god, judging by her expression, he had to appear just as he was--almost completely fucked-out and probably reeking of sex.
Before she could speak, he grabbed her by the upper arm and steered her back to the kitchen. When she was a safe distance from the bedroom door, he released her and opened the fridge. The beer he had bought for Adam beckoned and he snagged a bottle without looking at it. He cracked the cap and took a long pull, drinking fully a third of the contents.
"Who is he?" she asked quietly. He tried to locate a smirk in her tone, but there was only surprise.
"A friend," he replied, trying to sound casual.
"A friend? Stephen, it's four o' clock in the afternoon. On a Sunday. You never invite anyone over on a Sunday."
Stephen grimaced. It was true--he almost religiously reserved Sunday as his day, although his aunt frequently invaded his privacy in an attempt to "keep him from being alone".
Stephen opened his mouth to try and head off her rampant speculation, but movement drew his attention. Adam stood near the hallway entrance, looking uncharacteristically nervous and, damn it all, sexier than any human had a right to.
Adam was fully dressed, thankfully, and had even found time to comb his hair. Stephen felt a surprisingly flare of possessive pride and fought it down to glare at the man. He would never hear the end of it, now. Little Ms. Busybody would be hounding him mercilessly for every detail.
"Adam. This is my Aunt Jolene. Aunt Jolene, this is Adam," Stephen said shortly. "If you two will excuse me, I think I'll have a shower and let you dissect my life at your leisure."
Stephen set the half-empty beer bottle on the counter with a bit more force than warranted and then stalked around Adam, heading down the hall.
He stopped halfway and heaved a sigh before turning around, marching back to Adam, and planting a possessive kiss on his lips.
Jolene was bound to have them already married in her twisted little mind. Fighting it was pointless.
He squeezed Adam's wrist lightly, broke the kiss with a leisurely tug on Adam's lower lip, and resumed his trek to the shower. Despite his outward annoyance, he supposed it wasn't such a bad thing that his aunt had discovered them. Stephen had every intention of keeping the man, at least for the foreseeable future.
He only hoped Adam would be amenable to the plan. Dealing with Aunt Jolene would be his trial by fire.
Stephen managed to yank on his shirt and shut the bedroom door with finality before nearly walking into his Aunt Jolene. She took in his appearance with a gasp and Stephen suddenly realized what he must look like.
Dear god, judging by her expression, he had to appear just as he was--almost completely fucked-out and probably reeking of sex.
Before she could speak, he grabbed her by the upper arm and steered her back to the kitchen. When she was a safe distance from the bedroom door, he released her and opened the fridge. The beer he had bought for Adam beckoned and he snagged a bottle without looking at it. He cracked the cap and took a long pull, drinking fully a third of the contents.
"Who is he?" she asked quietly. He tried to locate a smirk in her tone, but there was only surprise.
"A friend," he replied, trying to sound casual.
"A friend? Stephen, it's four o' clock in the afternoon. On a Sunday. You never invite anyone over on a Sunday."
Stephen grimaced. It was true--he almost religiously reserved Sunday as his day, although his aunt frequently invaded his privacy in an attempt to "keep him from being alone".
Stephen opened his mouth to try and head off her rampant speculation, but movement drew his attention. Adam stood near the hallway entrance, looking uncharacteristically nervous and, damn it all, sexier than any human had a right to.
Adam was fully dressed, thankfully, and had even found time to comb his hair. Stephen felt a surprisingly flare of possessive pride and fought it down to glare at the man. He would never hear the end of it, now. Little Ms. Busybody would be hounding him mercilessly for every detail.
"Adam. This is my Aunt Jolene. Aunt Jolene, this is Adam," Stephen said shortly. "If you two will excuse me, I think I'll have a shower and let you dissect my life at your leisure."
Stephen set the half-empty beer bottle on the counter with a bit more force than warranted and then stalked around Adam, heading down the hall.
He stopped halfway and heaved a sigh before turning around, marching back to Adam, and planting a possessive kiss on his lips.
Jolene was bound to have them already married in her twisted little mind. Fighting it was pointless.
He squeezed Adam's wrist lightly, broke the kiss with a leisurely tug on Adam's lower lip, and resumed his trek to the shower. Despite his outward annoyance, he supposed it wasn't such a bad thing that his aunt had discovered them. Stephen had every intention of keeping the man, at least for the foreseeable future.
He only hoped Adam would be amenable to the plan. Dealing with Aunt Jolene would be his trial by fire.