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dysonrules) wrote2010-06-17 03:40 pm
dysonrules) wrote2010-06-17 03:40 pm
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Equity Part Fifty Seven
Yeah, we're not done with these boys by a longshot. :D
Adam's head was spinning. Exclusive. The word seemed to echo in his mind. He tried to look out the window and concentrate on their unknown destination, but his gaze kept returning to Stephen. His boyfriend. It seemed unbelievable, especially considering Stephen had been the one to suggest it. Adam wanted to pinch himself, because he was half-certain he was dreaming.
Instead he leaned a bit and put his hand on Stephen's thigh, feeling the muscles flex when the car accelerated. He thought about leaning over farther, unzipping Stephen's trousers, and giving him a proper thanks, but it wasn't yet dark and Adam had enough faith in his skill he figured giving head to Stephen while he was driving might not be the safest course of action.
Thankfully, they didn't drive far. Stephen pulled the Audi into a small parking lot and got out. His eyes drifted over Adam critically and then he said, "Hang on." He opened the trunk and pulled out a plastic-wrapped bundle that had obviously just returned from the dry cleaner. Stephen tore off the plastic and tossed it into the trunk.
"Here," Stephen said and held up the black jacket. "In case there's a dress code. I can't remember, but I like the idea of you wearing my clothes, regardless."
Adam smiled. If Stephen was going to put it that way... He stepped forward and allowed Stephen to help him into the jacket. It fit nicely and Adam did a bit of a strutting runway walk before striking a pose, giving Stephen a sexy pout, and striding back. Stephen laughed, even though he seemed to be trying not to.
"Remind me to keep you away from modeling agencies," he said and looped his arm through Adam's.
"Not good enough?" Adam asked as they left the car and headed onto the sidewalk.
"Too good," Stephen corrected.
Adam threw him a soft look, thinking there had never been anyone better for his ego than Stephen. He put his hand over Stephen's and squeezed. They reached a long stretch of black awning with Mo's printed on it.
"A steak house?" Adam asked.
"We're men, therefore we celebrate with meat."
"I love the way you think."
They separated when they reached the doors. Stephen held them open for Adam, who batted his lashes coquettishly, earning a sock on the arm when Stephen let the doors fall. The brunette hostess looked like she had fallen out of a shampoo commercial. She smiled at them and Adam's hands only clenched a bit when her gaze lingered on Stephen.
Stephen chatted with her and she led them to a booth in one darkened corner, away from prying gazes. Adam slid into the booth and drew a surprised breath when Stephen sat down next to him instead of taking the seat opposite. He looped an arm casually over Adam's shoulders and smiled at the hostess, whose brows rose for only a moment before she recovered and said politely, "Your server will be right with you. Enjoy your dinner."
"I hope she doesn't spit on our food," Adam muttered, but leaned against Stephen and put a hand on his thigh, anyway.
It would be worth it.
Adam's head was spinning. Exclusive. The word seemed to echo in his mind. He tried to look out the window and concentrate on their unknown destination, but his gaze kept returning to Stephen. His boyfriend. It seemed unbelievable, especially considering Stephen had been the one to suggest it. Adam wanted to pinch himself, because he was half-certain he was dreaming.
Instead he leaned a bit and put his hand on Stephen's thigh, feeling the muscles flex when the car accelerated. He thought about leaning over farther, unzipping Stephen's trousers, and giving him a proper thanks, but it wasn't yet dark and Adam had enough faith in his skill he figured giving head to Stephen while he was driving might not be the safest course of action.
Thankfully, they didn't drive far. Stephen pulled the Audi into a small parking lot and got out. His eyes drifted over Adam critically and then he said, "Hang on." He opened the trunk and pulled out a plastic-wrapped bundle that had obviously just returned from the dry cleaner. Stephen tore off the plastic and tossed it into the trunk.
"Here," Stephen said and held up the black jacket. "In case there's a dress code. I can't remember, but I like the idea of you wearing my clothes, regardless."
Adam smiled. If Stephen was going to put it that way... He stepped forward and allowed Stephen to help him into the jacket. It fit nicely and Adam did a bit of a strutting runway walk before striking a pose, giving Stephen a sexy pout, and striding back. Stephen laughed, even though he seemed to be trying not to.
"Remind me to keep you away from modeling agencies," he said and looped his arm through Adam's.
"Not good enough?" Adam asked as they left the car and headed onto the sidewalk.
"Too good," Stephen corrected.
Adam threw him a soft look, thinking there had never been anyone better for his ego than Stephen. He put his hand over Stephen's and squeezed. They reached a long stretch of black awning with Mo's printed on it.
"A steak house?" Adam asked.
"We're men, therefore we celebrate with meat."
"I love the way you think."
They separated when they reached the doors. Stephen held them open for Adam, who batted his lashes coquettishly, earning a sock on the arm when Stephen let the doors fall. The brunette hostess looked like she had fallen out of a shampoo commercial. She smiled at them and Adam's hands only clenched a bit when her gaze lingered on Stephen.
Stephen chatted with her and she led them to a booth in one darkened corner, away from prying gazes. Adam slid into the booth and drew a surprised breath when Stephen sat down next to him instead of taking the seat opposite. He looped an arm casually over Adam's shoulders and smiled at the hostess, whose brows rose for only a moment before she recovered and said politely, "Your server will be right with you. Enjoy your dinner."
"I hope she doesn't spit on our food," Adam muttered, but leaned against Stephen and put a hand on his thigh, anyway.
It would be worth it.