Adam and Jacob

First Kiss

Jacob was still minorly exhausted from his show when Steven and Hazel approached him with grins that looked suspicious in retrospect.

He couldn't stop thinking about that guy, the guy he'd learned was named Adam. Named after the first man (according to the Bible anyways).

More like the first man on his mind.

Adam was so fine. His hair was windswept and gorgeous and almost curly, moderately obscuring eyes he felt stole pieces of him away every time he made contact with them. His jawline and those cheekbones, ugh, he was just so aesthetically pleasing to look at. He was muscled too, but in that gentle way that told him his body was good at containing it. He knew he was strong, he'd seen him lift speakers like they were cartons of milk. The black he wore 24/7 contrasted against his pale, nearly luminescent skin. It looked soft and Jacob longed to run his fingers over it.

But more than anything, the man was mysterious. He was quiet, shy perhaps, and hardly ever left his apartment. Jacob had managed to have two conversations with him blushing like a fool that mostly amounted to, "Excuse me," or worse, "Hey uhhhhhh... S-sorry, I-I..." and then walking off as fast as he could to have gay panic where he couldn't see it.

At his shows he had done well until Saturday evenings show. The crowd was lively and one of the biggest he'd ever had so he pulled out all the stops. As far as he was concerned, if people weren't crying with laughter or shaking their heads ruefully, he wasn't doing a good job.

He looked out at the audience for a brief second and spotted his father, Oliver, near the front. A cold sweat and a fever broke out on his skin and he was tempted to ask security to escort him out. But that would cause talk, people might find out how disgusting he was to the touch. His heart pounding as he saw his father trying to wave at him imploringly, he forgot 60% of his shtick. He paused as an untimely flashback hit him and masked it by drinking water.

Then he'd felt Adam watching him carefully. That was another thing: Adam's way of looking at you felt like he could set you on fire. It was so intense, and Jacob felt it prickling against his skin before he'd even known he'd come to his show.

Setting down the glass he looked at the crowd again, trying to find the eyes seeing into his soul. Someone knew he was masking, but who?

His eyes landed on Adam's and though it was a split second before he had to look away, it felt like eternity. Adam was seeing him. He got so self conscious he'd blurted as a 21 year old man, "Holy shit, the guy I have a crush on is here. I'm incredibly ill prepared. Nothing I've said tonight makes me sound like an eligible bachelor except that I'm severely mentally ill."

The audience cheered and laughed, looking around to try and find the mystery man.

Jacob internally cursed his parents for ever meeting so that he would be in this situation until the girl next to Adam, a girl he recognized as Jasmin, shouted he was interested.

His mind tunneled to that and filed it away in the back. Adam was interested in him?! How?! Why?! They'd barely talked and every time Jacob looked or sounded like a total fucking dumbass!

That moment exactly was on his mind as Hazel and Steven told him they'd reserved a table at a fancy restaurant he loved and invited a couple of the people who'd gone to the show. "Yeah, yeah, sounds fetching," He'd agreed distractedly.

They'd loaded him in the car after insisting a he take a shower and dress up a bit, so he was wearing a deep green button up and jean slacks. Nothing too fancy, but eye catching enough to make both of his friends smile broadly and pull him into a hug like proud gay fathers.