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Part Two
Stackhouse dropped onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. It had been exactly 7 days, 4 hours, and 30 minutes since the day in the rec room last week and he'd been staunchly avoiding Markham since. He refused to let himself even think the other man's first name and half the time he just called him Sgt. He'd managed to forget what he looked like half the time. He was too old for this.
It hurt though, not having Markham around to joke with. Markham had the funniest jokes. Always talking about Adam and Even and the apple and Adam started to wonder….Maybe the apple Jamie talked about was Jamie himself. Markham, Markham maybe the apple was Markham himself…….he stared at the ceiling, if he thought about it…it made sense. Markham's over friendliness seemed to be the worst with him; he was always the first guy Markham checked with when he had free time, and when ever Adam needed to pick a second he suddenly appeared and volunteered for the job. Adam sighed and hoped the ceiling would open up and tell him what to do, given this was Atlantis he wouldn't have been surprised if it did. But apparently that was too easy, no he'd have to figure this out on his own.
Damn, he was really too old for this!
His mind wandered to Markham. He'd looked so…hurt, sad, upset, one of those. Adam cringed at the memory.
They'd wrestling around on the floor laughing and Adam had pinned Markham beneath him with his body. Markham had looked breathless, Adam remembered, his first clue, and then he'd felt it, Markham was aroused. Markham had paled when he realized Adam had felt his erection, his face turning into a mask of terror as Adam jumped up and backed away rapidly from him. He'd jumped up saying Adam's name and trying to apologize, but all Adam could do was stare at him in shock and horror, backing away as he advanced. He'd been at the door when Markham had whispered that he didn't want to loose him over this and that he could forget it if he had too, he'd looked like he was about to cry, his hand outstretched.
Adam had turned and walked out the door.
And he regretted it. He didn't want to loose a friend over it either, but…it had scared him dammit! No one could blame him for being scared. And what had Markham meant when he'd said he could forget it if he had too? Adam didn't believe in pretending when it came to your feelings, but…he supposed that would be better then walking around having feelings for someone and never forgetting that even when you knew they would never be returned, especially if you sent most of you time together with the person.
But would they never be returned?
Markham had been Adam's closest friend since they come on through the Stargate and he didn't have many closer ones back home and there were some…feelings...between them. Adam just didn't know what they were. Well he had a guess, but he'd been avoiding thinking about that. But as they say, there's no time like the present.
He decided to go find Markham.
He found his way to Markham's quarters and opened the door. Even when Markham door was locked Atlantis always opened it for him. Smart city, Adam mused and walked in without warning. Markham was sitting on his bed and he jumped out of his skin when he saw him.
"What the hell? Don't you know how to knock?" there was that temper that annoyed Adam to no end.
"We need to talk." He said calmly ignoring the outburst.
The panicked, lost look reappeared on Markham's face and Adam felt his heart clench that he was the one who put it there. But none the less they needed to talk.
"We need to talk." He repeated, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Markham frowned but sat down reluctantly next to him. "Look, about last week…" He trailed off.
"I'minlovewithyou!" Jamie blurted his eyes widening when he realized what he said, Adam's widen too, and Jamie jumped up backing away from the bed. "Ur…I have to go!" He head for the door but Adam reacted with the speed that made him famous on Atlantis. He grabbed Jamie and twisted so that the younger man landed beneath him on the bed. Jamie's eyes widened panic setting in as his body reacted to the other man's closeness.
"Stop it." Adam growled, causing Jamie to start, in the time they'd known each other Adam had never lost his temper with Jamie. Now he looked like he was about to snap. "Just stop."
"Stop what?" Jamie whispered, his heart sped up.
"Stop." Adam was begging now and it scared Jamie. The man looked broken.
"What? What's wrong? Adam?" he cupped Adam's face in his hands.
"Why do you always do this?"
"Do what?" Adam stared down at him his eyes wide and sad and rested his forehead against Jamie's and then Jamie understood. "There's nothing wrong with it. Last week I was going to tell you that night, but…everything happened."
"How long?"
Jamie grinned. "Would you believe me if I said the minute I laid eyes on you?"
"No."
"Yeah, me neither. It just kinda happened. Over time. Ya know?"
Adam nodded against his forehead. "Yeah, I know."
"But now that we both…know…we could ya know…" Jamie had such a hopeful puppy dog face that Adam started laughing. Jamie got indignant and his temper flared. "Hey, why are you laughing? Adam! Arg, get up jackass! Leave me alone." Adam just laughed and held him down. Adam had always been the better fighter of the two.
Finally he stopped laughing with a few final chuckles. Jamie was still glaring up at him and struggling at random intervals. His look was a cross between a pout and a glare that only he could pull off.
"Jamie, Jamie, Jamie." He sighed leaning down to press their foreheads together again.
"Adam, Adam, Adam, LET ME UP!" Jamie glared which just made Adam smile.
"I don't know why I bother with you." Adam sighed; Jamie gave an outrage cry and tried to head butt him. Adam chuckled again and leaned down to kiss him. He pressed his lips to Jamie's and the other man gave another outraged cry against the kiss and tried to get away. Adam smiled against his lips which only served to anger Jamie more. When he pulled away the younger man was glaring at him again. He sighed and nuzzled him; Jamie felt his anger ebbing away. For some reason he could never stay angry at Adam.
"So…what does this mean?" he asked tentatively.
"I don't know." Adam said bluntly and Jamie's anger returned full force.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW!" he raged and then Adam laughed and he sputtered. "You think this is funny?" he demanded.
"No, I think your funny." He smiled softly. "And I was joking; I know exactly what this means."
"You…do?"
"Yup. Do you?"
"Yeah….it means you're paying for dinner, bastard, for leading me on!" Jamie grinned and Adam kissed him again.
"I have no idea what idiot would actually be stupid enough to pay for the food we have here." Adam murmured against his lips. Jamie smiled, wrestled his arms free and wrapped them around Adam pulling him closer.
They fit together perfectly and Jamie moaned when Adam rubbed against him, the pace increasing quickly.
Jamie was vocal, very, very vocal, cursing, moaning, repeating Adam's name like a mantra to a saint, and Adam loved hearing it all. Their mouths came together again.
It was all teeth and heat and Jamie's head snapped back as his back arched, when Adam slipped his thigh between his legs and pressed, and it was the hottest thing Adam had ever seen. Jamie's mouth opened in a long moan and their frantic movements shook the bed. Thank god the walls in Atlantis were sound proof.
Skin slid against skin, hot and slippery and oh god, so good. And Jamie bit down on Adam's shoulder when he came, Adam seconds later, white hot sparks like fireworks throughout his whole body.
His forehead rested against Jaime's as he caught his breath, the younger man's arms were locked around him like a vice and his ragged breathing sounded in Adam's ear.
They stayed like for a few moments, before Adam rolled off. Jamie looked at him. Adam's profile stood out against the blue wall he was laying against.
Jamie leaned over and pressed a kiss to his shoulder; Adam glanced down at him and smiled.
"Coming to Atlantis wasn't such a bad idea after all." Adam murmured and Jamie laughed.