Equity Part Fifty Three
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dysonrulesAdam was rather surprised by Stephen's offer. From what he had observed, Stephen did not seem like the "take someone to work" type. Of course, Adam's observations had mainly been gleaned from watching Stephen for months, during which time he had rarely been late, much less absent. Or perhaps that was merely wishful thinking on his part.
Stephen offered him several pairs of expensive-looking jeans and slacks, tossing them on the bed haphazardly. "I'm not sure why I kept these," Stephen said. "They don't quite fit since I've gained weight."
Adam snorted a laugh. "Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about your gross obesity."
The next pair of jeans hit Adam in the head. He laughed aloud. If Stephen had outgrown anything, it could only be due to putting on muscle. Adam would bet he regularly attended a gym, considering the chiseled condition of his body. Even so, Adam was slightly thinner, probably due to his irregular eating habits and grueling weekly workouts on stage. He wondered if Stephen had a personal trainer and thought it best not to ask, picturing some buff Adonis groping Stephen's muscles.
Adam picked up a pair of blue jeans and smirked at Stephen. "Underwear? Or do you want me to go commando?"
Stephen grinned, but immediately rooted in a drawer. "I don't think we want you being chafed. We must keep your nether parts in working condition."
Adam nodded in agreement. He was a bit surprised his "nether parts" were still functional, after their near-ceaseless activities. The shower had been lovely. The shower off of Stephen's bedroom had two shower heads and several massaging jets, fully adjustable, so there was no need for one person to stand in the cold air and shiver while soaping his partner. Scrubbing Stephen had been a treat, watching the lather slide down over his smooth skin while guiding the washcloth over his body. Surprisingly, they had managed to confine their activities to the business of washing, with the exception of a few brilliant kisses.
Adam pulled on the pair of red boxer-briefs Stephen tossed to him. "I don't think I've ever worn those," Stephen commented. "Red is not my color." His eyes slid over Adam and a smile curved his lips. "It's most definitely yours."
Adam held up a warning finger. "Flattery will make you late for work." He tugged on the jeans, to find them slightly loose in the waist, but overall quite comfortable. The shirts were all far better quality than anything Adam owned and he had a horrifying vision of dribbling mustard down his front and ruining it forever. With that in mind, he chose a simple polo shirt in seafoam green that would hopefully prevent him from being harassed at work. He accessorized with his studded belt to keep from looking too preppy.
Stephen put on dark grey slacks, a pinstriped shirt of pale lavender with darker purple stripes, and a violet tie with no design other than a stylized monogram of an H in gold thread. He looked very corporate and expensive, all high-powered business lunches and important phone calls. Adam tried not to feel inconsequential and mentally chastised himself. Stephen had chosen him. He resolved to behave as though he was worthy of such attention.
"Breakfast?" Stephen asked. "I make a mean bowl of instant oatmeal."
"No Frosted Flakes?" Adam asked with a fake pout.
"Actually, I do have those. I have a habit of eating them at midnight for a snack," Stephen admitted.
"You know, someday I will find something I don't like about you," Adam warned. "You can't maintain such perfection forever."
Stephen approached and curled his fingers around Adam's hips to draw him closer. His lips nibbled deliciously at the skin of Adam's neck. "I'm most definitely not perfect," he said.
"I'll just have to stick around until you prove it," Adam replied.
"I'll try not to expose myself too soon."
Adam guffawed and Stephen nipped at him.
"Not that kind of exposed, brat."
"Well, if you get the urge, don't hold back," Adam said. He kissed Stephen, an action which led to comfortable groping before they relented and headed for the kitchen.
Stephen offered him several pairs of expensive-looking jeans and slacks, tossing them on the bed haphazardly. "I'm not sure why I kept these," Stephen said. "They don't quite fit since I've gained weight."
Adam snorted a laugh. "Yes, I've been meaning to talk to you about your gross obesity."
The next pair of jeans hit Adam in the head. He laughed aloud. If Stephen had outgrown anything, it could only be due to putting on muscle. Adam would bet he regularly attended a gym, considering the chiseled condition of his body. Even so, Adam was slightly thinner, probably due to his irregular eating habits and grueling weekly workouts on stage. He wondered if Stephen had a personal trainer and thought it best not to ask, picturing some buff Adonis groping Stephen's muscles.
Adam picked up a pair of blue jeans and smirked at Stephen. "Underwear? Or do you want me to go commando?"
Stephen grinned, but immediately rooted in a drawer. "I don't think we want you being chafed. We must keep your nether parts in working condition."
Adam nodded in agreement. He was a bit surprised his "nether parts" were still functional, after their near-ceaseless activities. The shower had been lovely. The shower off of Stephen's bedroom had two shower heads and several massaging jets, fully adjustable, so there was no need for one person to stand in the cold air and shiver while soaping his partner. Scrubbing Stephen had been a treat, watching the lather slide down over his smooth skin while guiding the washcloth over his body. Surprisingly, they had managed to confine their activities to the business of washing, with the exception of a few brilliant kisses.
Adam pulled on the pair of red boxer-briefs Stephen tossed to him. "I don't think I've ever worn those," Stephen commented. "Red is not my color." His eyes slid over Adam and a smile curved his lips. "It's most definitely yours."
Adam held up a warning finger. "Flattery will make you late for work." He tugged on the jeans, to find them slightly loose in the waist, but overall quite comfortable. The shirts were all far better quality than anything Adam owned and he had a horrifying vision of dribbling mustard down his front and ruining it forever. With that in mind, he chose a simple polo shirt in seafoam green that would hopefully prevent him from being harassed at work. He accessorized with his studded belt to keep from looking too preppy.
Stephen put on dark grey slacks, a pinstriped shirt of pale lavender with darker purple stripes, and a violet tie with no design other than a stylized monogram of an H in gold thread. He looked very corporate and expensive, all high-powered business lunches and important phone calls. Adam tried not to feel inconsequential and mentally chastised himself. Stephen had chosen him. He resolved to behave as though he was worthy of such attention.
"Breakfast?" Stephen asked. "I make a mean bowl of instant oatmeal."
"No Frosted Flakes?" Adam asked with a fake pout.
"Actually, I do have those. I have a habit of eating them at midnight for a snack," Stephen admitted.
"You know, someday I will find something I don't like about you," Adam warned. "You can't maintain such perfection forever."
Stephen approached and curled his fingers around Adam's hips to draw him closer. His lips nibbled deliciously at the skin of Adam's neck. "I'm most definitely not perfect," he said.
"I'll just have to stick around until you prove it," Adam replied.
"I'll try not to expose myself too soon."
Adam guffawed and Stephen nipped at him.
"Not that kind of exposed, brat."
"Well, if you get the urge, don't hold back," Adam said. He kissed Stephen, an action which led to comfortable groping before they relented and headed for the kitchen.