Blake drives over to Adam’s place on Saturday morning, a full fifteen hours after he’d left the previous night. In all honesty, there wasn’t a lot of thinking to do. Adam had mentioned he’d be home alone all day.
Adam opens the door, looks surprised to see him, and puts up very little resistance when Blake pushes him back through the door with a palm to his chest. He reaches out with one arm to push the door shut once he’s in the hallway, then presses Adam up against the closest wall and kisses him. Hard.
Blake smiles into it. Because he can taste the fruit juice on Adam’s tongue, can feel the few-day stubble against his own skin, can feel the hint of teeth as Adam lets them drag along Blake’s lower lip. It’s probably the best kiss he’s ever had.
Eventually, Blake pulls away. He’s a little breathless, even more light-headed, and he finds Adam’s eyes. “I need you to be cool with keeping this a secret though, at least for the time being.”
Adam just nods, and so Blake lowers his lips to him again, this time softer, explorative, tender. And that is never a word Blake would have used to describe Adam Levine.
“So…” Adam says when Blake pulls him away. He’s still got him pinned to the wall, and Adam’s grinning with those fucking dimples again. “You got somewhere to be today?”
Blake shakes his head. “Nope. You want me to hang around?” Adam nods at him, just once. But Blake really needs to get something out of his system before they do anything else. And apparently Adam can read him like an open book.
“You don’t need to say it. You’ve never done this. I get it, still remember my first kiss with a guy, scared the shit out of me. Just, you’ve done this with a girl, right?”
Blake nods, just once, and Adam’s back to that face-splitting grin again. And in some kind of abstract way, Blake knows he made the right decision with this.
They actually do just spend the remainder of the day hanging out like they usually do though. They might sit closer together, Adam might steal a kiss every now and then for absolutely no discernable reason, but Blake’s comfortable with it all. At least, he’s as comfortable as he could be with the situation, given his limited experience.
It goes on like that, days spent at school, sneaking kisses in hidden corners as everyone rushes off to class, holding hands under the lunch table (and trying to ignore the smug look on Carson’s face), followed by long jam/make out sessions at Adam’s house. They’re careful not to push the other into something they’re not ready for, both seeming contented to kiss and let their hands carefully wander.
It’s another month later, at the beginning of summer, when Blake finds himself at Adam’s house, that he realizes that this is going to go further.
There’s no question any more, as much as Blake perhaps wishes it weren’t true, he is absolutely in love with Adam. There’s also no question that he still wants this to be a private thing, to keep to themselves. Adam hasn’t pushed him on that, not yet. But Blake can feel it coming, can feel that the pressure may begin soon. But school is out, Blake’s started to apply for jobs because he has no interest in college, and Adam seems to be pushing things with his music.
“You want to do this?” Adam asks. He’s got Blake pinned to the back of his bedroom door. “You can say no…” he murmurs, but Blake draws a breath, nods. He can’t lie, this stuff, the physical stuff, well, all of it, it makes Blake nervous. Gay sex isn’t exactly the same as straight sex. Nothing about the relationship seems the same as anything Blake has had before. He’s not entirely sure whether the fact that Adam has more experience makes him feel better or worse.
