Adam and Jacob

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Jacob found Adam crying and eating ice cream in a boiling hot bath. He stuck one foot in after undressing when Adam didn't acknowledge him and yanked back. "Blimey, Adam! You're gonna boil yourself, mate!"

His eyes turned up to him bloodshot and he grabbed him to pull him out. He was so hot to the touch, Jacob had to bite his tongue not to scold him too fiercely. "How long have you fucking been in here?!" He laid him down and ran his hands over his skin, noting how red it was turning as terror crept up his throat. "Are you... trying to kill yourself?"

He shook his head after a moment. "Not really."

"That's not a good answer!" Jacob cried, eyes welling with tears. He had to take a cleansing breath not to start sobbing. "What happened?"

Adam sighed for a long time and then sat up weakly. "Just assholes. I'm... tired of being trans. I'm so sick of being hated." He slumped into Jacob's arms. "It wasn't that hot. It's cold outside."

"Don't bother gaslighting me." Jacob pulled him up to look him in the eyes. "'Not really' means I'm going to either shackle nurse you or I'm taking you in. Anything that's not a strong no... is a yes." He grabbed Adam's phone and held it out of his reach to read through the screenshots. "I don't know why you save these," He muttered as a bit of bile rose. Then his heart sank. "They want you to skip my show?"

Adam wouldn't meet his eye anymore. He just grabbed the ice cream and laid on the floor. "That feels good. Hot and then cold."

Jacob pulled his head into his lap and dialed up his Head of Advertisement. "Hey, Alex. I'm going to say something you're not going to like."

There was shuffling and a little giggle before he answered professionally. "Darling, hurry it up. I was busy."

Jacob grinned a bit. Alex was technically working for him but he didn't treat him like he was, it was refreshing and nice but he couldn't feel much of that past the rage. "I want to cancel my show in Topeka." 

Adam scrambled up to protest but Jacob gave him a look he saved for occasions like this. He was upset to no end and furious, and he let that show. Alex gasped and started yelling that it was a week away, why would he do that when it was such a massive venue they'd had to fight for?

"Why'd I have to fight for it in the first place, Alex?" He asked coolly. "Be honest with me, now."

There was silence before he sighed. "Because you sent your gay advertisement guy to book your gay comedian show and we're gay."

He clicked his tongue restlessly. "Cancel it. I'm serious. And if there's a place you can say why, I'll send you a video to post."

He could almost hear him rolling his eyes. "Okay, I guess you have more coming up before your next hiatus so whatever. Tell Adam I said hi."

Adam growled in frustration and buried his head in his hands. "Ugh, I'm 23! Why are these things still hurting my feelings?! They're just lonely basement dwelling keyboard warriors with no life! Why does it still hurt?!" He started to cry and then growled his frustration, Adam hated letting things like this make him cry.

Jacob pulled him into his chest and rocked him. "Whoever said sticks and stones is a fucking liar. That hurt my feelings too. I'm so sorry people are so ignorant." He kissed the top of his head and sniffled. "If I could make it all better, I would."

His husband pressed his lips to his neck and shivered. "Is it true?"

The urge overcame him and he whisked him away to drop on the bed and cover his body with his. Green eyes were stark with anger and hurt, but the glimmer of undying attraction could be seen there too. "Never ask me that again. Ever. I mean it." He trailed kisses from the top of his head and down to his feet and back up again on the other side. "I have a real man right here, why would I want anyone else?"