Equity Part Forty Five
Mar. 2nd, 2010 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dysonrulesStephen was quiet as they pulled into traffic. Adam tried not to feel nervous, but the encounter with Stephen's aunt had unsettled him. She had seemed nice enough, but something had obviously been said between her and Stephen once Adam had left the room.
"She doesn't like me?" Adam asked suddenly.
Stephen's violet eyes slid to him and then back to the road. "She doesn't know you."
Adam frowned. That was it, then. Adam wondered what he had said or done to turn her against him; they had seemed to be getting along well enough. He also wondered how large an obstacle she would be should he attempt an actual relationship with Stephen. He was beginning to realize he wanted more than just the amazing, incredible, mind-blowing sex they had been having.
He grinned at the memory and Stephen quirked a grin at him. "What?"
"Just thinking about that thing you did with the um... vibrator." Adam felt himself blush and had to look away. The sex... god, it was unbelievable. Stephen was energetic and creative. Very creative.
"Oh god," Stephen said softly. Adam had heard that phrase a few times throughout the day and, frankly, it wasn't getting old, yet.
"What?" he echoed.
"I can't possibly want to pull over and fuck you again. I mean, we just did it like... seven times."
Adam's cock gave an interested twitch. Stephen was right; he should have been utterly spent. He should have been sated enough to last a month. And yet...
"Don't look at me like that," Stephen growled. "We don't have time. And we could get arrested. And I have to get back to the house and give my Aunt a piece of my mind."
Adam knew he was right. But the fact that Stephen had to talk himself out of pulling over gave him a surge of glee. "I'm singing tonight," he blurted. He inhaled slightly and chastised himself. He hadn't meant to say it out loud.
Stephen looked at him again and cocked a slender brow. "Really? Where?"
Adam shrugged. "At Hedon. It's Sunday night, so it won't be crowded. You can come if you want. I can get you a pass." It didn't sound like begging. He hoped. He shrugged to prove it was just a casual suggestion. "I'm sure you have to work tomorrow, so--"
"I'd love to come. What time?"
Adam blinked at him and felt him heart flip over in an alarming fashion. Oh shit. I'm falling for him. I'm falling really fucking hard and there's nothing I can do about it. "Um... nine o'clock."
Stephen grinned at him. "I'll be there."
Adam forced his attention back to the passing scenery and tried to ignore the explosion of butterflies that had erupted somewhere in his midsection. He was so fucked.
"She doesn't like me?" Adam asked suddenly.
Stephen's violet eyes slid to him and then back to the road. "She doesn't know you."
Adam frowned. That was it, then. Adam wondered what he had said or done to turn her against him; they had seemed to be getting along well enough. He also wondered how large an obstacle she would be should he attempt an actual relationship with Stephen. He was beginning to realize he wanted more than just the amazing, incredible, mind-blowing sex they had been having.
He grinned at the memory and Stephen quirked a grin at him. "What?"
"Just thinking about that thing you did with the um... vibrator." Adam felt himself blush and had to look away. The sex... god, it was unbelievable. Stephen was energetic and creative. Very creative.
"Oh god," Stephen said softly. Adam had heard that phrase a few times throughout the day and, frankly, it wasn't getting old, yet.
"What?" he echoed.
"I can't possibly want to pull over and fuck you again. I mean, we just did it like... seven times."
Adam's cock gave an interested twitch. Stephen was right; he should have been utterly spent. He should have been sated enough to last a month. And yet...
"Don't look at me like that," Stephen growled. "We don't have time. And we could get arrested. And I have to get back to the house and give my Aunt a piece of my mind."
Adam knew he was right. But the fact that Stephen had to talk himself out of pulling over gave him a surge of glee. "I'm singing tonight," he blurted. He inhaled slightly and chastised himself. He hadn't meant to say it out loud.
Stephen looked at him again and cocked a slender brow. "Really? Where?"
Adam shrugged. "At Hedon. It's Sunday night, so it won't be crowded. You can come if you want. I can get you a pass." It didn't sound like begging. He hoped. He shrugged to prove it was just a casual suggestion. "I'm sure you have to work tomorrow, so--"
"I'd love to come. What time?"
Adam blinked at him and felt him heart flip over in an alarming fashion. Oh shit. I'm falling for him. I'm falling really fucking hard and there's nothing I can do about it. "Um... nine o'clock."
Stephen grinned at him. "I'll be there."
Adam forced his attention back to the passing scenery and tried to ignore the explosion of butterflies that had erupted somewhere in his midsection. He was so fucked.