It’s almost eight months until they’re back filming the first live show of the new season of The Voice. As promised, Adam had spent much of the hiatus flying out to Blake in whatever city he was playing in, and honestly, it’s been some of the best few months of his life.
Contrary to what Blake might have thought, his shows were still sold out, his records have continued to sell well, and his new album went to number one. The filming of the pre-recorded shows has been an absolute riot given that all four coaches are now on very good terms, and the press has pretty much put two and two together and figured out that he and Adam are dating despite no official (or unofficial) confirmation. And Blake is cool with that.
All the confirmation that the world needs, though, comes in that first live show.
Blake is in the middle of offering some highly sought after and completely invaluable advice, giving one of Adam’s acts a damn good compliment in the process, when something happens.
Because before Blake really figures out what’s happening, Adam is out of his seat, drink in hand as he walks around the back of the coaches seats and into Blake’s little booth. Without any invitation and with the crowd getting louder behind them all, he sits down on Blake’s lap, makes himself thoroughly comfortable as he playfully loops his arms around Blake’s neck.
Last season, Blake would have freaked. Today, he really doesn’t give a shit. In fact, any scheme of Adam’s that ends with him sitting in Blake’s lap sounds like a fantastic idea to him.
They’re both grinning as they look back up to Carson, and he’s smiling back, completely knowing and totally happy for them. He’s made that last part pretty clear in the past few months, and doesn’t seem willing to let them forget that he pretty much initiated the whole thing, too. “Uh, so Adam, we’ll come to you next then. Looks like you’re staying there for the time being. She did great, right? Can you give us your view on the performance?”
Blake listens as Adam dutifully responds to the question, and when they go to a commercial break two or three minutes later, he’s completely grateful that personal cameras aren’t allowed in the studio. Because Adam buries his head into Blake’s neck a little, smiling around the straw of his Starbucks cup.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” Blake says. “You realize that, right?”
Adam snaps back upright, frowning. “Hey! You saying you want me to head back to my own chair. That one halfway across the freaking room?”
Blake grins, shakes his head and rests a hand atop Adam’s thigh in a request to stay exactly where he is. “Not just yet.”
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