A/N: Welcome to the next story about Adam and company. First of all, I own nothing but the plot and the occasional OC as they pop in and out. All the wrestlers belong either to Vince McMahon and the WWE or themselves. The only profit I hope to make is to take your minds off the real world for a while and bring you some happiness, mixed with a lot of angst and drama. There is strong language, adult situations, and boys CAN have babies in this story. There are situations of Non-Con and brutal abuse, so you have been warned, and each chapter with such will offer its own warning.
I was in the midst of writing a sequel to "Lust in the Wind", when I hit a giant writer's block. I asked if anyone had any ideas they would like to see me write about. I thought maybe something fresh I hadn't tried before would open up the creative mind.
I was challenged to write a High School Drama. While the story and plot are mine, the inspiration behind the idea of the story comes from a dear reader, AnImmenseFanficFanatic. I hope you will enjoy the story. I graduated in 1980, so instead of trying to write about today's high school, I used my time in school as my inspiration. I did try to throw in some current "language", but I stayed with what I knew best.
I am doing something I don't normally do, I haven't finished writing this story. I usually don't publish till I am done with the writing, but I didn't want you to go that long without something from me to read. So, for now, I will just publish one chapter a week, on Sunday. When I get the story finished, I will probably go to two days a week, but right now I need the time to finish writing without feeling pressured, because then I get sloppy.
I hope you will enjoy Adam's high school story. The poor boy will sure learn the meaning of the word angst, and he may or may not find love where he least expects it. Lastly, the story is filled with your favorite WWE Superstars, past and present. Some are the students, some are the teachers and parents. The story may start slowly, but I promise there is no filler, every thing has a point and reason. And twists and turns can occur at the start, middle or end of a chapter. While I may leave you with a cliff hanger, I will never hold a story "hostage" for reviews. Please comment, because they keep me going. I appreciate constructive criticism, but not destructive. Even a word or two in a comment is fine.
I hope you enjoy this story, because I loved writing it... still do. Thank you all for staying with me, you my dear and faithful readers, have carried me through the darkest year of my life. With that said, read, enjoy and review! THANK YOU! Lady Dragonsblood.
Chapter One is dedicated to AnImmenseFanficFanatic. Thank you for the idea.
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A very beautiful, tall blond with almost waist length hair and hazel eyes stood in the reflection of a three-way mirror. A clerk put pins in the hem of a pair of black slacks the blond wore. A raven-haired man with gray at the temples watched from a comfortable over stuffed chair.
The blond was seventeen and his name was Adam Joseph Copeland-McMahon. Adam was the son of Eric Copeland-Bischoff-McMahon, and the step-son of Vincent Kennedy McMahon.
When Eric had become pregnant with Adam, his husband skipped town, afraid of being a father. Eric really wasn't that unhappy, and was granted a divorce with abandonment as the reason. To be honest, Eric's husband was, at times, abusive, both mentally and physically. Eric also dropped his married name of Bischoff and returned to his "maiden" name of Copeland, that was also the last name he would give to his child.
Eric was alone, but thrilled when his newborn son was placed in his arms. Eric vowed that his son would never know what an abusive relationship was like. He also vowed to raise Adam not only to be sweet, kind and caring but to also stand up for himself. So far, Eric felt he'd done a good job.
When Adam was two, Eric met and married Vince McMahon. Vince was the Superintendent of the local school district. Vince loved little Adam and gave the child his name as a wedding present to Eric. The legal adoption came a short time later.
Vince had two children from his previous marriage to Linda. They had a son, Shane and a daughter, Stephanie. One day Linda just up and left her family, the note said she had to "find herself." Vince nor the children ever heard from her again.
Stephanie was ten years older than Adam and loved him like a real brother. Shane was fifteen years older and managed to tolerate the toddler. Shane was too busy with his own dreams of becoming a science teacher. Adam didn't really care, he liked Stephanie better.
Over the years, Vince and Eric developed a very close, very loving marriage. However, as a father, Vince was strict. He expected his children to be the best, dress the best and marry the best, and to have productive careers. Vince wasn't abusive in any form, just strict. All three children respected him for it... most of the time.
Adam learned that if he wanted something, he went to his daddy. Eric was a soft touch to all three children, but more so to his precious Adam. As a result, Adam could sometimes be a bit of a diva and slightly spoiled. Vince had to make sure Eric didn't go to far. He wanted Adam to stay on track to the be the best at everything he did.
It was now July 31st, the last day of summer vacation and the traditional day out with his daddy, to stock up on things for the new school year. They had started the tradition on Adam's first day of school and now, it was going to be Adam's last year, as he was a senior at Wilbur Wallace Eaton High School, or as it was better known, WWE High. The high school was in the elite part of Long Beach, California. A very long way from Adam's birthplace of Orangeville, Ontario, Canada.
Bischoff had moved Eric to Canada to avoid the Army draft. While Eric liked Canada, he was glad to move Adam to California where his mother lived. Eric met Vince while he worked as a secretary at the offices of the school district.
Adam sighed. "Daddy, why can't I wear jeans tomorrow?" He stood as still as a statue to avoid a pin prick.
Eric smiled at his handsome son. "Because your father expects you to look your best. You can wear jeans next week. I'll even get you those True Religion jeans you want, okay?" He looked at Adam with anxious eyes. He wanted to please both Vince and his child.
Adam smiled. "Oh thank you, daddy! Randy will love my ass in those jeans." He grinned even bigger. Adam's boyfriend, Randy Orton was one of the biggest sports star on campus and all his.
Vince was also pleased that his step-son was the boyfriend of Orton. Bob Orton, Randy's father, owned one of the biggest shipping ports on Long Beach. Bob Orton was worth millions and was high in society in both Long Beach and Los Angeles. Adam would marry Randy and have children, who would eventually inherit the Orton Shipping millions.
Eric shook his head. "You tell Randy to keep his hands off that... um... bottom, until the ring goes around your finger. Now, we need a few new dress shirts." He nodded to the clerk, who'd finished pinning the hems of the new dress pants.
The clerk stood. "Yes Sir, Mister McMahon. Let me run these back to Phyllis. They will be ready in half an hour. Why don't you get started looking at shirts, I will meet you there." He hurried off with the slacks. He loved this day, he would make a months commissions on the McMahon's alone. And, it didn't hurt that Adam was always such a sweetheart.
Adam went right to the royal blue dress shirts. Eric rolled his eyes. "Oh baby, all you wear is blue. You'd look so nice in maroon or a deep forest green."
"But Randy loves me in blue." Adam explained for what he felt was the ten millionth time.
Eric sighed. He was glad Adam was happy, but, there was just something about Randy that bothered him. Randy's eyes were so... cold. In some ways the eyes reminded him of Adam's father. Eric worried in silence.
"Alright, but at least get a couple of deep green. It would set off your eyes so nicely." Eric tried to appeal to one of Adam's faults, his vanity.
Adam wanted to please the man he loved more than anyone in the world. "Okay, daddy. I do need a new belt. Oh, and shoes and a backpack." Adam went over his mental shopping list.
Eric chuckled. "Don't forget school supplies, like notebooks and pens."
"And a sewing kit." A raspy voice with a southwest Texas accent drifted over Eric's shoulder.
Both McMahon's turned to the owner of the voice. Eric hugged the slightly older man. "Hello, Shawn. Good to see you. How is Bret?" He asked in a happy voice.
Shawn was Shawn Michaels-Hart. Shawn taught the class once knows as Home Economics, now called Life Skills. Shawn taught more than cooking and sewing. He also taught child care and how to run a household budget. Shawn was also in charge of the student day care center.
The student day care center was where students who had babies, could leave them while they attended classes. It was important for them to be able to finish high school and not have to worry about paying for a real day care or finding a good babysitter. If a student had a baby in the school's day care, they spent their study hall hour helping Shawn, so Shawn could leave to teach his classes.
Shawn grinned at the two McMahons. "Good to see you too. Bret is just wonderful. He and Dean just got back from a two week camp out. Dean loved it." He sounded excited as he spoke of his family.
Shawn was married to Bret Hart. Bret was the high school wrestling coach. Last year he'd taken the team to the California State Championships, where the team won the State title for the third year in a row.
Sadly, Shawn and Bret could not have children of their own, which broke Shawn's heart. Shawn's ability to have children was crushed when he nearly broke his back in a car accident at college, one week after he and Bret had gotten married. Bret was equally as upset as Shawn, but he was more thankful Shawn was alive. Their deep and abiding love for each other had kept them together through a difficult recovery.
Four years ago, the Harts adopted a thirteen year old boy named Dean Ambrose. Dean was headed down the wrong path. Bret did volunteer coaching at the orphanage and he slowly formed a bond with Dean. Bret had earned the boys trust.
One day, the head of the orphanage let Bret take Dean home for a weekend visit. The bond between Shawn and Dean was instant. It was almost as if Shawn had given birth to Dean. Dean never returned to the orphanage, as the Harts immediately filed for adoption. It was a long process, but Dean's adoption was finally made final. The three members of the Hart family were happy and loved one another dearly.
Adam spoke to his teacher with a smile. "So, I'm finally going to be able to sew buttons back on Randy's shirts?" He'd signed up for the Life Skills class, at Vince's insistence in his sophomore year. First they learned basic cooking, then in his junior year, the cooking was more advanced and housekeeping was added to the mix. This year, the seniors would do even more complex cooking and learn basic sewing, as well as how to do laundry, along with child care and other important life skills.
Shawn chuckled. "Well, I hope so. Dean is going to be in your class this time. He had to switch so he could take Drama."
Adam nodded and tried to keep the wry look he felt like making, hidden. "That will be good." Was all he could say. He liked Dean, but Dean always managed to make Adam feel all funny inside. Adam didn't know why Dean made him feel that way, but he did.
Adam wandered off to look at belts while his dad and Shawn continued to talk. Adam just didn't want to think of Dean anymore. He wanted to call Randy, but it was impossible. Randy was already at school and had been for four weeks. Bret's assistant coach, Kurt Angle had the wrestling team training for eight hours a day. Randy was too exhausted by the time he got home. He barely called Adam at all, and Adam missed him. Once school started tomorrow, the couple would finally have some time together.
What Adam missed most was sex with Randy. They had to be careful. Adam could not let his parents find out he wasn't a virgin. While Vince knew Adam and Randy would marry, he expected Adam to remain pure, if things didn't work out with Randy.
When Eric found his son, he laughed. Adam tried to decide between five different belts. His child had all five belts around his torso, at various heights as he preened at himself in another three-way mirror.
Adam whined. "I can't decide. Which one do you like, daddy?" He gave Eric a hopeless look. He really could not decide.
Eric knew he was about to say the wrong thing, but, this was his baby. "Get them all. However, I want you to fill a box with things you don't wear anymore and donate them. Promise? Oh, and don't tell your father. He thinks I spoil you too much." He gave his son a wink, then helped Adam untangle himself from all the belts.
When father and son left the clothing store, they were a couple of thousand dollars poorer and their hands were filled with bags and boxes. Adam had an entire new wardrobe for school, including five new pairs of jeans and sneakers. Adam knew he would be the hottest guy on campus, Randal Orton was a lucky boy.
Eric securely locked all their purchases in the hidden storage compartment of his brand new Lincoln Navigator. It was black, sleek and Eric loved it. It had been an Anniversary present from Vince. It had cost sixty-nine thousand dollars, but it was worth it. The Lincoln was the best new car of the year, Vince only bought the best.
The duo left the car parked in the highly secured, guarded parking lot and went to eat some lunch at their favorite restaurant. A small old fashioned diner that served completely fresh, homemade food. It was just like being at Grandma Judy's.
Judy was Eric's mother. Before she died four years ago, Adam had loved spending time with her. Grandma Judy lived in a bungalow, a few yards from a quiet cove on the beach. She was a wonderful cook and grandma. Both Eric and Adam missed her very much.
Grandma Judy was killed instantly when a drunk driver ran up on the sidewalk and hit her. It had been awful. It was also the reason Adam hated alcohol in any form, as did Eric. Adam vowed to never touch the killer liquid, and Eric only allowed himself one small brandy in the evening with Vince.
Adam grinned as the bite of creamy chicken pot pie passed through his lips and over his taste buds. "Almost as good as grandma's. Dad... do you think Randy really loves me?" He looked at Eric in earnest as he took another bite.
Eric swallowed his bite of the same pot pie. "I'm sure he does, son. Why? Is something wrong between you two? You know you can talk to me about anything and I mean anything." His look was just as earnest as Adam's had been. Adam was too young to have adult problems, he was still just a baby.
Adam sighed. "No, not really. I guess... I just miss him. These last four weeks have been miserable. Coach Angle is worse than Bret... um Coach Hart. Randy has been so tired. All I've gotten is a couple of thirty second calls." He sighed again and toyed with his food with his fork.
Eric put down his own fork and put a fatherly hand over Adam's. "It will be okay, son. Now that school is about to start, you will see him more. Adam... oh... never mind. It will be okay. Where do you want to shop next?" Eric decided to just change the subject. Randy was a difficult topic for him. He didn't fully trust Orton, but why give Adam more to worry about.
Adam ate another bite of his delicious lunch. "The leather shop. I already know what backpack I want. I just hope they have it in stock. You will be proud to know that it is on sale." Adam gave a small a laugh. He didn't want to ruin the day being upset about Randy.
Eric laughed. "Knowing you, it's still gonna cost me. Well finish up, we have that spa appointment at three." Another tradition of the day was a full blown hair appointment and body spa treatment. Both Eric and Adam loved going to the spa, but they always saved it for a special treat.
"I can't wait! Ooo, full body wax, massage, and I want to redo this blond streak. Oh and some tan time." Adam fell back against his seat as he thought of the spa time. Now he would look even hotter for Randy.
Eric smiled. No more than fifteen minutes in the tanning bed. You tan better at the pool anyway." He worried sometimes about Adam's vanity. Eric thought Adam's viking-like features were the only good thing he'd gotten from his blood father. His boy was so handsome.
Adam nodded. "I'll be careful. The tanning bed helps me get a deeper natural tan. I know I shouldn't ask, but what are you making for dinner?" Adam asked as the waitress took Eric's credit card to be scanned.
"Chicken pot pie..." Eric teased, then continued. "No, your father wanted steaks, so I am grilling." He replied as he signed for their meal. Eric gave the waitress an extra cash tip. He and Adam then left the restaurant.
"Sounds good. I'll help, it will keep me from worrying about Randy." Adam sighed again as he and Eric headed for the leather shop a couple of blocks down from the restaurant.
"Hey! Edge!" A deep voice called out. The voice came from behind the father and son.
Edge was the nickname Adam had at school. It had started because he was always on the edge of fashion or the latest hot trend. The nickname had stuck and he liked it. Adam turned.
Adam smiled. "Hey, Big Dog, hey, Architect." He greeted two of his friends and classmates. Roman "Big Dog" Reigns and his boyfriend, Adam's second best friend, Seth "Architect" Rollins.
"Hello, Mister McMahon." Roman politely shook Eric's hand.
"Hello, Sir." Seth also shook Eric's hand. His voice was soft. He was a year younger and at sixteen, was a junior at WWE High. Seth had moved to California a couple of years ago with his father.
The Rollins family were farmers in Davenport, Iowa. When Seth's mom died of cancer, Seth and his dad pulled up stakes and moved to California. Seth was looked down on by most because he lived on a farm, where his dad raised citrus fruits and vegetables. While not poor, Seth was lower middle class, and that didn't go over well with the other students.
Adam had taken an instant liking to Seth, and gave the boy a make over. Seth now had half blond, half raven shoulder length hair and dressed okay, thanks to Adam. Adam introduced Seth to Roman. It was love at first sight. Seth proudly wore Roman's letterman jacket and class ring. Roman was extremely protective of Seth because the others still looked down on him, despite Adam's make over.
Seth had the nickname of Architect, because he wanted to be one. He was extremely smart and could make mathematics his slave, he was equally as good with computers. In trade for the make over, Seth helped Adam get through Calculus.
Roman Reigns was handsome. His family had moved to California from Samoa before Roman was born. However, Roman had the island look. His long hair was coal black and was like liquid silk. He had dark eyes and a caramel skin tone. Roman also had a tribal tattoo around his wrist.
Roman was the quarterback for the WWE football team, The Parrots. He was also a High School All American and had a bright future in football. The Los Angeles Rams already had an eye on him and couldn't wait to see how he fared once he started college next fall. Roman had already signed a letter of intent to play for UCLA, one of the only players to ever be signed in his junior year.
Roman was also friends with Adam, but he hated Randy Orton, so Adam rarely got to spend much time with him and Seth. Roman liked Adam because he was good to Seth. Adam was one of the few he trusted to be alone with Seth.
Roman's very best friend was Dean Ambrose-Hart. Usually the trio of Roman, Seth and Dean were inseparable. Dean was the other one Roman trusted Seth's care to. Adam liked it better when it was like now, just Roman and Seth.
Eric smiled. "Seth, I have been meaning to thank you for getting Adam through math last year. I really hope you will continue to help him this year. My son is smart, but he got my bad skills with numbers. Say, why don't you boys come for supper."
Seth shook his head. "Thank you for the dinner invite, Sir, but I can't. My poor dad burns water. I have to cook for him. I don't mind though, he works so hard... for me. You bet, I am more than happy to help Edge. Oh Edge, remember, you need that new calculator. You will be sorry if you don't, advanced calculus is a bear." He gave Adam a bright smile and a wink.
Adam curled his lips. "I know, it's on my list. Why did I have to get Mister Lawler. He's the king of homework and tests."
Even Roman grimaced. "Poor Edge. I got lucky, Old Lady Williams. Anyway, just wanted to say hi. We've got more stuff to get for school."
"Yeah, me too. Headed to the leather shop, to get my backpack. Where are you headed?" Adam asked his two friends as they started walking.
Seth spoke up. "Staples. They are having a great sale on school supplies." His arm was around Roman's waist and Roman's was around his.
Eric laughed lightly. "Us too... " He paused, as they all stopped in front of the leather shop. "Well boys, this is our stop. Good to see you again. Our house is your house." He went into the shop so Adam could say good bye to his friends.
Roman hugged Adam. "See ya tomorrow, Edge. We have first period history together. I heard the new teacher is young. Maybe he'll be better than old man Flair." He gave a laugh.
Adam hugged Seth and Roman. "I hope so. Yeah, history is one of the few classes I have with Randy. Try Roman, for me?" He gave Roman a hope filled look.
Roman sighed. "Okay." His reply was simple. Roman was humble about being good at sports, while Randy was boastful. Randy was jealous and always had to try to one up Roman. Sometimes it went too far.
It was hard for Adam. He loved Randy, but he wished he would get along with Roman. He had to stay neutral in their fights. He and Seth wished they could do things as couples together, but it was impossible.
The three friends parted as Adam went into the leather shop. Roman and Seth had headed further down the street. They talked as they strolled together, arm in arm.
"Randy scares me sometimes, Ro. He gets so intense. I understand why they call him the Viper. Why can't he understand, you can both be the top of your sports. He's the best wrestler in the state, why can't that be enough?" Seth spoke openly. Seth worried about Adam too, there was just something about Randy that made him worry.
Roman shrugged. "I guess he feels like he has to be the best. Maybe his dad pushes him. I've heard Mister Orton, he's rather hard on Randy. Wants him to be number one at everything. I am just gonna stay out of his way. We've gotta keep him and Dean away from each other... oh fuck... Dean has first period history too. Poor Adam. Listen baby, if I tell you something you have to swear on my class ring you will never, ever say anything." He stopped walking and gave Seth a hard, firm look.
Seth looked at Roman. "You know you can trust me, but I may already know. Dean has a crush on Adam, right?" His brow arched under a few strands of blond and black hair.
Roman's dark eyes opened wide. "How the fuck did you know? Dean could barely tell me. He finally had to, before he did something stupid, like beat up Randy. But, one thing, it's more than a crush. Dean really likes Adam, I mean really likes him. Seth we can't say a word, Adam loves Randy." He was still shocked Seth knew.
"Well, I just guessed. Dean is always staring at Adam. Viper is gonna notice one day and then it will be like two bucks butting horns. What do we do?" Seth was glad it was out in the open, at least with Roman. It had been worrying him to death.
Roman and Seth started to walk again. "Two things. Keep Dean under control, and keep our mouths shut. This is going to be an interesting year. Can you try to get into first period history? I am gonna need you." Roman pulled Seth close.
"I'll try, Ro. I can switch my English class if they will let me. I'll give them my puppy eyes." Seth demonstrated the sad look and added a pout.
Roman laughed and kissed his boy. They walked on and changed the subject to what they were going to buy at Staples.
Adam grinned as he and his dad left the leather shop. Adam loved his new backpack It was made to look like an old saddle bag and was very stylish.
"I have to say, son, you do have good taste. You got it from your Grandma Judy. We'd better get to the spa. We'll finish up at Staples after." Eric looked at his watch and picked up the pace.
Three hours later, a fresh and relaxed father and son were back in the car headed for their last shopping stop to get school supplies.
Adam had a bright blond streak of highlighted hair that blended in with the rest of hair nicely. He had decided not to tan after all. The body wax had been a bit more harsh than he'd remembered. But Adam felt clean and refreshed.
Eric's handsomeness had also been increased by a deep toning facial and a trim to his collar length hair. He too felt fresh and had plans for Vince in the bedroom later.
Adam and Eric chatted about life in general as they rode down the streets of Long Beach. They enjoyed their alone times and cherished them.
While Eric no longer had a nine to five job, he was hardly ever home. He did a lot of volunteer work for different charities and was on the boards of several social clubs. He worked hard to make sure he and Vince were part of the exclusive Long Beach society. Eric also ran his home like Martha Stewart. He put a good homemade dinner on Vince's table every night.
Vince loved Eric deeply and fully appreciated and respected Eric for all the hard work he did. Vince spoiled Eric with jewelry, a new car every other year, and once he even took Eric to Europe for two weeks. As firm and strict as Vince was, he was equally as loving. The McMahon's had a solid marriage.
Vince was hard on Adam, demanding his step-son be the best he possibly could. Vince also rewarded Adam. Three months ago, he'd bought Adam the car of his dreams. A 1976 Ford Mustang Cobra II. It was the classic white with two blue stripes that from the front to the rear. Vince had paid a lot of money for the car, it was all original and had only been driven ten thousand miles. It had been in a private collection, that had gone up for sale. Adam cried when he saw his gift, and his made his love for his step-father grow even deeper.
Adam couldn't wait to drive to school in his "new" car. At WWE High, classic cars were all the rage, but only a few students had one. As usual, Adam would be the envy of all and would set the new trend. That made him proud.
When Adam and Eric got to the aisle where the calculators were, Adam let out a laugh. He saw one with a post it note on it. The note read, "This is what you need, Edge. From the Architect." Adam took the package from the shelf.
It was a Texas Instruments Nspire Cx Cas graphing calculator. "I'm surprised his note was still there. Well if the Architect says so, I'll get it." Adam still chuckled as he showed Eric the note.
Eric's eyes opened wide. "That's great that Seth did that, but... it's two hundred dollars. Kid of mine, you lose this one, you are on your own, understand? Sheese in my day a calculator was ten bucks, tops!" He put the package in the cart like a newborn babe.
By the time they left, Adam had notebooks, pens, pencils, binders and all the small things a student needed. Eric had also picked up some items he'd needed for his office at home.
They made one more stop at the grocery store before finally going home. While Vince never complained if dinner was late, Eric minded. Luckily Vince worked late, getting everything ready for the first day of school in the district.
Later at home, both Adam and Eric had changed into jeans and tee shirts and went to work on getting dinner ready. Eric decided it was such a lovely evening, and he was grilling, that they would eat dinner by their beautiful swimming pool.
The pool was all Eric's design. There was a tall rock feature with a waterfall that ran into the deep end. The pool was more like a river that curved around the deck and patio. A hot tub was hidden in a little cave-like cove, surrounded by tropical plants. It was an island paradise.
Eric fired up the huge grill. It sat in an outdoor kitchen under another cave-like cove. There was a fridge, stove, oven and microwave. It was as big as an indoor kitchen and had also been designed by Eric.
Adam buttered and seasoned ears of corn and wrapped them in foil to be placed on the grill. He did the same with three large potatoes. He loved to cook and was good at it. He'd learned from Eric at home, Shawn at school and his Grandma Judy.
"Daddy, should I start the salad?" Adam asked as he stood in front of the open refrigerator door.
Eric seasoned the steaks on the grill. "Yes, please. Will you make your special dressing? I swear it's better than mom's." He smiled with pride at his son.
Adam beamed with a blush. "Naw, grandma's was the best. When is father coming home?" He took the salad ingredients out of the fridge. He gave the door a gentle kick with his foot to close it.
"Right now." A voice replied to Adam. It was Vincent Kennedy McMahon, the family patriarch.
Vince was tall with short, dark hair and eyes to match. The man was nearing sixty-five years of age, but he had the body of a thirty year old. Vince worked out every day and he had the muscles to prove it. Vince was dressed in a crisp, black Armani suit and carried a large leather brief case. He was as handsome as the rest of his family.
Eric grinned and went to his husband. The couple kissed with the love they felt for one another. Adam smiled. It was nice to have parents that loved each other. So many of his school friends came from broken homes. Adam knew his blood father had hurt his daddy and he never wanted Eric to have suffer like that again.
After Vince and Eric greeted each other, Adam hugged his step-father warmly. "Well, don't you look pretty. I like it, Addy." Vince smiled and fingered the light blond streak in Adam's hair.
Adam flushed a pretty pink. "Thanks, father. We had fun at the spa." He went back to preparing the salad.
Vince smirked and looked at Eric. "I can tell. Honey, you look incredible." He gave his husband another kiss.
The kiss broke. Vince removed his tie as he continued to speak. "Adam, I want you to do something for me. Keep an eye on that new history teacher. I was hesitant to hire him, he is only eight years older than you. I want to know, from a students eye, how good he is." Vince's tone had changed to a more businesslike one.
Adam nodded. "Okay. Hey, anyone has to be better than boring Mister Flair. Randy and I have history together." He tossed the salad as he spoke.
"Now Addy, Ric is a good man. He just needed to retire. I'm gonna shower and change. Oh and Addy, grades before Randy." Vince gave his step-son a firm look.
"Yes, Sir. Oh, Seth is going to help me again this year. I bet I bring my B minus to an A." Adam smiled at Vince and prayed he could bring his grade up.
"I hope so. I'd love a four point oh and an honor collar at graduation time. You are a good boy, but we can always do better." Vince stated as he went into the house.
Adam sighed. "I try daddy, I really do. I love father, but it seems like it's never quite enough."
Eric turned the steaks, then went to hug his son. "I know, baby. That's your father's one issue, perfection. Just remember, he's even tougher on Shane and Steph. They get through it and you will to. I love you, no matter what you do. I am so damn proud of you." Eric's eyes filled with moisture. He'd be lost without his precious baby.
"I love you, daddy. You're the only one I really, truly trust. I am a lucky kid to have you as my daddy." Adam's hazel eyes were also filled with tears as father and son hugged each other tightly.
Thirty minutes later, the family sat down at Eric's perfectly set table in another little area by the pool. Torches lit the area and tropical flowers and plants set the atmosphere. There was also a view of the not too distant ocean. It was beautiful.
Adam quietly ate his dinner as his parents talked. His mind was on his boyfriend. Randy hadn't sent a text or called yet. Even if they didn't talk, Randy would at least send a small text to let Adam know he was okay. Adam wasn't worried about Randy cheating on him, he worked hard to never give his Viper a reason to stray.
Adam knew if Eric ever found his secret hiding place, he'd be in trouble. The hiding place was where he kept Randy's condoms and a few sex toys they used once in a while. Sex with Randy was fantastic, so Adam kept his man well satisfied. He had to remember to put some condoms in his wallet for Randy. He was sure of at least one encounter in the third floor bathroom tomorrow at school.
Adam had been unaware of the little whine he'd let out as he thought of Randy splitting his ass in the bathroom stall.
Vince raised his brow. "Addy, are you alright?" The sound Adam had made had been almost pained.
Adam held his flush from his cheeks. "Oh yes, Sir, I'm fine. I was just... Randy hasn't contacted me yet today... you know... miss him." He explained with a lie that teenagers were expert in.
"Well, I heard Coach Angle worked the team extra hard on their last day of practice. He called and asked if he could take them to Leo's for pizza to reward them. Randy is probably just too tired or still at Leo's. Don't worry, you will see him tomorrow..." Vince spoke to Adam, then turned to Eric. "By the way, I want to have Bob to dinner soon. It's about time to finalize the boys future together."
Eric held back his frown and smiled. "Yes. Dearest. Just... they are so young.. Adam and Randy still have four to six years of college to get through. That is hard enough without worrying about a marriage." He gently tried to steer Vince away from the marriage talk.
Vince nodded. "Of course I want them to get a couple of years of college in first, but, they can still get engaged."
Adam just let his folks talk. Randy had told him they could do what ever they wanted after they turned twenty one. Randy also said not to worry, that he would take care of Adam, always.
Later that night, Adam lay in his bed. Everything was laid out and ready for the first day of school. Adam had his cell phone in the charger on his bedside table. It was after midnight and he still hadn't heard from Randy. As much as he hated the thought, Adam decided Randy must be punished. Adam would refuse to go to their sex spot in the third floor bathroom.
Adam closed his eyes. He knew if he denied Randy access to his ass, Randy would never forget to call him again. It would be hard, but it had to be done. He sighed and drifted off to sleep.
Tomorrow would be the first day of school. What awaited the students and teachers at WWE High?