Life Is Fleeting, But Diamonds Are Forever

Trials and Tribulations

"I still can't believe you actually sat up all night watching me sleep," Adam grumbled. He picked moodily at his breakfast. "Dude, what did you think you could do if I, you know, went out?"

"I didn't know, and I didn't care," Blake declared. He rubbed at his bloodshot eyes and took another sip of his coffee. "The only thing that I cared about was that I was there if you needed me."

Adam's expression softened. "Thank you, but you have got to be exhausted!"

"It's hardly the first time I've pulled an all-nighter, buddy."

"Yeah, but you're not getting any younger," Adam pointed out. "Me, I lost a decade, but you're still an old grey man!"

Blake smirked. "Just a decade, huh?"

Adam smiled sweetly. "Fuck you."

Blake casually gave him the finger and went back to his breakfast and the morning paper. He needed to focus on something. Adam, unfortunately, was still wearing the t-shirt he'd slept in and a pair of boy shorts. That was it. His woman's body was being displayed in all sorts of interesting ways as Adam moved around the kitchen. Blake was trying very hard not to think about it. And of course, his friend was oblivious. But really, why wouldn't he be? Usually when Adam stayed with Blake, they both ran around in their underwear until they showered, which typically didn't happen until nearly noon. Blake was still in his pajama bottoms that he'd put on last night. But at least he'd taken the time to throw on a shirt. Adam, he suspected, might have actually run around topless, not even considering just what was on display, if he hadn't gone to sleep in his shirt last night. His friend had never had any reason to be ashamed of his body. As long as he'd known Adam, the man had been in near-perfect physical condition. He'd had no qualms about posing for pictures while semi-nude or flat-out nude on at least a couple of occasions, and had walked naked through the room in Blake's presence more than once, heading to or from a shower. Why would that change now? Blake was the only one who had a problem.

And oh, he had a problem.

When he'd watched over his friend last night, Blake had been too worried about losing Adam to pay much attention to anything else. But now, Blake was less afraid Adam would go off somewhere into the void. If he'd still been here this morning, Blake thought his chances were good that he'd stay longer. And with the lessening of his worry had come an awareness of just how attractive the woman's body his friend now possessed actually was. Kitty's long legs were crossed, one bare foot constantly jigging in time to music only Adam could hear. The shirt she wore did nothing to hide her shape, and displayed way too much of her legs. Kitty was built like the dancer she was, much shorter than what Adam had been, but very well proportioned. And Blake couldn't deny he was attracted to her. Very attracted. Way too attracted! He was disgusted with himself. Yes, the woman was very attractive, but that was Adam seated over there in that chair! His best friend, who had only just last night admitted to being in love with Blake! What would Adam think if he discovered Blake's interest, not in Adam himself, but in the body he inhabited? Things were confusing enough without adding that into the mix! And so Blake stayed silent, trying to pretend he wasn't having lustful thoughts about the woman at his table for the sake of the friend inside of her.

Damn, that sounded bad.

Not helping, dammit, get a hold of yourself, Shelton!

Ok, that sounds bad too. Shit, think of something else, quick!

"So what's the plan for today?" Adam asked.