Equity Part Forty Four
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Stephen fastened the buttons of his shirt and smiled, thinking of poor Adam out dealing with Aunt Jolene. It served his right for coming out of the bedroom like a... like a what? Like a jealous lover? He paused. Could that be it? Had Adam really been jealous of his visitor? Had he expected it to be a former lover? Rather than disturbing him, the thought made him feel strangely warm.
And strangely guilty for leaving him to the less than tender mercies of his Aunt. He dragged a hand through his hair and hurried out, suddenly hoping she hadn't scared Adam away with her blunt attitude. The very idea made his heart jump a little. After this weekend... Well, he wasn't willing to see Adam out of his life, yet. Not at all.
When he returned to the kitchen, Adam was on his knees, peering into a cabinet next to the stove. While Stephen approved of the position--and the veiw--he was less than happy with Aunt Jolene's amused expression as she regarded Adam's exquisite buttocks.
"Adam. What are you doing?" he asked.
Adam straightened and spun around, flushing a bit as he got to his feet. "Um. Looking for your tea kettle."
Stephen sighed and fixed his aunt with a stare. Her grin only widened. "I don't own a tea kettle."
Jolene studied her manicure as if it had suddenly become interesting. "Really? Imagine that. I could have sworn you did."
"And I've never seen you drink tea," he added.
"I like tea!" she protested.
Adam looked from one of them to the other in puzzlement. Stephen suddenly wanted to gather him up and lock him away from the world. For all of his black leather and sizzling good looks, he seemed rather innocent and in need of protection. It was a strange sensation and one that Stephen had never experienced, by his reckoning. He frowned.
Adam seemed to misinterpret his expression. "I should go," he said quickly.
"You can't. I brought you here, remember?"
Adam's chin rose, as though Stephen's words had been a dare. "I can find my way home. It's not a problem."
Stephen rolled his eyes. "Just go get your things. I'll take you home."
For a moment, he thought Adam would refuse. Stephen's heart sank and he wanted to throttle his aunt for bringing tension between them, especially after the amazing past few... dozen... hours. Instead, Adam let out a breath and nodded. He looked at Jolene.
"It was nice meeting you, Jolene. I hope to see you again," he said politely.
She grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Nice to meet you, Adam."
Adam headed for the bedroom and Stephen rounded on his aunt with a glare. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Really, Stephen. A singer? With his looks? Surely you aren't thinking about starting a relationship with him? I mean, he's nice enough, but..."
Stephen stared at her, aghast. He would never have suspected her of being... well, a snob. He couldn't believe she would condemn Adam for his profession. It wasn't like Adam was a jobless drifter chasing a pipe dream. He was working toward something that was important to him and-- "I won't get into this with you right now. I'm taking Adam home. I'll be back later."
With that, he stalked to the bedroom to gather his wallet and keys. Adam stood in the center of the room, looking guarded and a bit lost. Stephen smiled at him weakly. "Don't mind her. She can be a termagant."
Adam cracked a smile, reluctantly, it seemed. "You realize I have no idea what that means."
Stephen laughed. "I'm sure you get the gist. Now, let's get you home so I can come back and yell at her."
"She didn't do anything!" Adam protested.
Stephen groaned and strode straight over to take the silly man into his arms and plant a kiss on his lips. Despite his aunt's apparent disapproval, he had no intention of letting Adam go any time soon.
Stephen fastened the buttons of his shirt and smiled, thinking of poor Adam out dealing with Aunt Jolene. It served his right for coming out of the bedroom like a... like a what? Like a jealous lover? He paused. Could that be it? Had Adam really been jealous of his visitor? Had he expected it to be a former lover? Rather than disturbing him, the thought made him feel strangely warm.
And strangely guilty for leaving him to the less than tender mercies of his Aunt. He dragged a hand through his hair and hurried out, suddenly hoping she hadn't scared Adam away with her blunt attitude. The very idea made his heart jump a little. After this weekend... Well, he wasn't willing to see Adam out of his life, yet. Not at all.
When he returned to the kitchen, Adam was on his knees, peering into a cabinet next to the stove. While Stephen approved of the position--and the veiw--he was less than happy with Aunt Jolene's amused expression as she regarded Adam's exquisite buttocks.
"Adam. What are you doing?" he asked.
Adam straightened and spun around, flushing a bit as he got to his feet. "Um. Looking for your tea kettle."
Stephen sighed and fixed his aunt with a stare. Her grin only widened. "I don't own a tea kettle."
Jolene studied her manicure as if it had suddenly become interesting. "Really? Imagine that. I could have sworn you did."
"And I've never seen you drink tea," he added.
"I like tea!" she protested.
Adam looked from one of them to the other in puzzlement. Stephen suddenly wanted to gather him up and lock him away from the world. For all of his black leather and sizzling good looks, he seemed rather innocent and in need of protection. It was a strange sensation and one that Stephen had never experienced, by his reckoning. He frowned.
Adam seemed to misinterpret his expression. "I should go," he said quickly.
"You can't. I brought you here, remember?"
Adam's chin rose, as though Stephen's words had been a dare. "I can find my way home. It's not a problem."
Stephen rolled his eyes. "Just go get your things. I'll take you home."
For a moment, he thought Adam would refuse. Stephen's heart sank and he wanted to throttle his aunt for bringing tension between them, especially after the amazing past few... dozen... hours. Instead, Adam let out a breath and nodded. He looked at Jolene.
"It was nice meeting you, Jolene. I hope to see you again," he said politely.
She grinned like a Cheshire cat. "Nice to meet you, Adam."
Adam headed for the bedroom and Stephen rounded on his aunt with a glare. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Really, Stephen. A singer? With his looks? Surely you aren't thinking about starting a relationship with him? I mean, he's nice enough, but..."
Stephen stared at her, aghast. He would never have suspected her of being... well, a snob. He couldn't believe she would condemn Adam for his profession. It wasn't like Adam was a jobless drifter chasing a pipe dream. He was working toward something that was important to him and-- "I won't get into this with you right now. I'm taking Adam home. I'll be back later."
With that, he stalked to the bedroom to gather his wallet and keys. Adam stood in the center of the room, looking guarded and a bit lost. Stephen smiled at him weakly. "Don't mind her. She can be a termagant."
Adam cracked a smile, reluctantly, it seemed. "You realize I have no idea what that means."
Stephen laughed. "I'm sure you get the gist. Now, let's get you home so I can come back and yell at her."
"She didn't do anything!" Adam protested.
Stephen groaned and strode straight over to take the silly man into his arms and plant a kiss on his lips. Despite his aunt's apparent disapproval, he had no intention of letting Adam go any time soon.