Adam is banished to the second level of the house when the journalist from People Magazine arrives at the house. He does so happily, because he’s completely cool with people not knowing they’re dating yet. Baby steps.
He and Blake are sat in the living room a couple of hours later though, and Adam wastes no time in snagging Blake’s laptop off of his legs, navigating to the website where he knows it will already be on the homepage.
Sure enough, the headlining photo is one of Blake at some awards ceremony. The caption reads: I FELL FOR A GUY.
He reads through the interview, skipping over the parts until he finds what he’s looking for.
Q: Tell us about the lyrical changes you made to the covers, and the meaning behind the new song, I’m Sorry.
BS: I think people understand what I’m trying to say. It means I fell for a guy. The new song is my apology to him. It’s as simple as that.
Adam smiles, reading on.
Q: So you’re gay?
BS: You tell me. He’s the only man I’ve ever felt anything for, but he’s also the only person, male or female, that I’ve ever fallen in love with. Honestly, I don’t want to talk about it all that much. I’ve said what I’ve said and I’ve written the song because of what happened. But this isn’t about my personal life; it’s about the music. And the music speaks for itself.
Adam shuts the laptop, reaches across to pull Blake’s face in his direction. He is so fucking proud. He pushes up onto his knees quick, lifts one leg to straddle him, and then crushes their lips together. It starts messy and rough, and Adam can’t wait for this any longer. They’ve been sitting around, just being with each other, all afternoon, but Adam needs this. He needs it now.
He rolls his hips, feels Blake’s smile, hears his hum, and slows down the kiss a little. “Fuck me,” Blake says between kisses, and it comes out somewhere between a curse and a request.
Adam grins, pulls back to look into his eyes. Okay, it was a request. “You sure?”
Blake nods, and then he pushes Adam back until they’re both standing, and he can lead the way up to the bedroom.
Blake shuts the door behind them and then he’s got his hands on the hem of Adam’s t-shirt, pulling it up and over his head while Adam lets his own fingers get to work on the buttons of Blake’s shirt. He pushes it down his shoulders, hears it land softly on the floor, and then smiles through a kiss as Blake’s hands travel south to his belt. They’re both kicking off their shoes, pausing to lean down and rid themselves of their socks before the jeans follow everything else to the floor.
It slows down again after that, and Adam knows Blake wants him to take control from here on in, like he did all those years ago when he’d pushed him down onto his bed and made him come. If Blake hadn’t had sex with a guy when they were seventeen, then he still hasn’t now.
Adam pushes him gently, and Adam notices as he stills. “What?”
Blake grins, somewhere between embarrassed and annoyed. “I haven’t got anything here.”
Adam knows what he’s talking about, because what else could he be talking about. “You know, we’re not even gonna waste time talking about it.” He gets up quickly, pulling on clothes as quick as he can. “What’s the code to the gates?” Blake gives it to him, and then Adam turns back from the doorway, points a finger at him. “You move an inch before I get back, and swear to God I’ll make this as torturous as I possibly can for you.” Blake grins, but when Adam does return, fifteen minutes later, he’s exactly where he was before, still wearing just his boxers.
Adam strips back down to his boxer briefs, tosses the box of condoms and the packet of lube onto the mattress before crawling back onto the bed. He hovers above Blake, wastes about a second before he’s got his mouth on Blake’s, licking and sucking and relishing the scratch of Blake’s stubble against the side of his face.
He reaches up, messing with Blake’s hair just because he can. He feels Blake’s hands respond in kind, moving down and pulling at the back of his boxer briefs.
Adam laughs, low and throaty. “Impatient much?”
“Hell yes! I’ve been waiting fifteen years, you son of a bitch.”
Adam grins, gets up to toss both pair of boxers on the floor before resuming his original position.
Blake’s cock is already there, but he circles it with his left hand as he returns for another kiss, and things get a little bit frenzied between the mutual hand jobs and making out.
Adam is determined to do this right though, and they both slow down instantaneously when Adam sinks a finger into Blake. Blake looks the exact way that Adam felt the first time anyone did it to him. Like it’s an alien feeling that he thinks should maybe be a little painful, but in fact actually feels kind of good once you get used to the intrusion.
Adam stays there for a few moments, and then he withdraws, adds some more slick to his hand, and pushes in with two. He watches Blake’s expression carefully, watching for the moment that this might become painful, but he looks fine, waiting out the strange sensation until it starts to feel good again.
The third finger takes longer, but when Adam methodically hooks his finger, pushes it in far enough that he’s rubbing against the prostate, Blake bucks slightly, and Adam knows he’s fine.
Blake’s panting a couple of minutes later, and Adam grins, can’t really help himself. He pulls the fingers out again though, uses the opportunity to kiss Blake pretty damn thoroughly before he’s jacking himself off a few times and tearing open the foil packet to retrieve the condom.
He pushes it on pretty quickly, lubes up again, hovers above Blake, and waits until his eyes are open and looking at him. “You ready?” Blake nods. “Okay. Try and relax. It’s gonna be pretty tight for a minute.”
Adam tries not to think about just how good that will feel for him, as he sinks in. And God. It’s amazing. He takes his time though, goes back to watching Blake’s face, waiting every time his face screws up a little, giving him the time to accommodate, and then moving again.
By the time he’s pushed in and withdrawn a few times though, the facial expressions are relaxing. Adam leans in closer, and now they’re both panting enough that the kisses are completely sporadic and messy. Half the time they’re just sharing breaths, moving to kiss but never quite getting there. When they do though, it’s grounding.
Adam’s got a hand simultaneously jacking Blake off, and he can tell when he’s getting close. The mere thought is pushing him further towards the edge though, and he actually gets there first, a hand just about getting in enough strokes more that Blake comes a couple of seconds later with a groan.
Adam’s breathing heavily, and he pulls out and rolls off of Blake until he’s on his back on the bed next to him. They’re both panting loud enough to break the tranquility of the room, and it’s not until a long few minutes later that they’re relaxed again, breathing silently.
“Ugh,” Blake says, and Adam’s already laughing by the time he lets his head lull to the side, Blake having just run a hand through the mess on his stomach.
“Yeah. We could do with a shower.”
Blake grins, looking light-hearted and mischievous with the telltale glint in his eyes. “You’re on.”
