"I told you that I didn't need to go to the doctor," Jeff said somewhat smugly two days later. He had gotten better on his own and was now enjoying his health by being outside and working on a painting. Adam was with him, watching him shake up the cans of spray paint that he had gotten out and looking at the canvas that was still blank for the moment. They both had on hoodies to try to keep them warm though Adam found the nearly frigid breeze going right through his. Jeff didn't seem too bothered though. He had insisted on being out here to do this, despite the risk of making himself sick again. Sometimes when he painted in the garage the fumes from the paint made him feel really light headed and the snow from the last storm had managed to melt, so there wasn't much stopping them from being out there.

"You know, there's only so many times you get to say "I told you so". I think at this point you've crossed the line into being obnoxious." Adam shifted his weight to his other foot and looked around. Their house, for all accounts, was pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Jeff liked it better that way and while Adam thought he would hate it, he actually found that he enjoyed it. It was peaceful being out here. No noisy neighbors, no traffic…beyond the crickets that got crazy annoying in the summer it was perfect. Sure going into the city could be a pain in the ass but it was a pain in the ass that was worth it."

"At least I don't have a little dance like you and Jay do," Jeff shot back. "If we're going to talk about being obnoxious, you're the last person who should be speaking. You're the pot calling my kettle black."

"Oh shut up," Adam replied, his cheeks flushing slightly because he knew Jeff was right. "It's not even about me and Jay right now. It's about you.." He pouted as Jeff opted to try to start his painting rather than engage in this argument. "Sooo don't even try to make it about me." He waited again, pouting even more when he wasn't engaged. "What are you planning on making?"

Jeff shrugged. "I don't know. I'll figure it out as I go."

"Oh." Adam glanced around, smiling faintly when he saw Jack watching them from the window. "You know, I'm kind of surprised that this was the first thing you chose to do once you were better." He rocked side to side lightly, his tone becoming a lot more flirtatious. "I would have thought you would have wanted something else?"

"Like what?" Jeff asked without even looking his way. He was too into his painting and it was driving Adam insane.

"Ohhh something very special. Something you didn't want to do in case you made me sick." It was obvious what Adam was talking about; he had all but said it. They hadn't had sex in forever. Okay, it wasn't forever but to Adam? It sure as hell felt like it. He had jacked off at night to try to keep himself satisfied but it wasn't the same.

"Ahhh." Jeff's face filled with understanding and he finally looked over at Adam. "Right. We gotta do a trash fire tonight. Thanks babe for-"

"No!" Adam stamped his foot and balled up his fists in frustration. "You're supposed to ravish me you IDIOT!" He turned on his heel and tried to storm off when Jeff burst out laughing and snagged him by his wrists to stop him.

"I was JOKING Addy." Jeff wrapped his arm around Adam's waist and made him turn to look at him. "It was a joke. Don't get your panties in a twist."

"It wasn't a funny," Adam said as he tried to turn out of Jeff's grip. "Comedy is NOT your strong suit. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Jeff smirked. "Oh come on. Don't get mean now." He tightened his grip on Adam and put on his best puppy dog face. "There's no need for that."

Adam poked his index finger into Jeff's chest. "Hey! I'm the master of the puppy dog face. Don't you even try that shit with me."

Jeff snorted. "You wish you were the master of the puppy dog face. I'M the master of it."

"Are not."

"Are too."

"Are not."

"Are-hey!" Adam jumped a bit as Jeff's cold hands slid not under his hoodie but his shirt as well. He tried to take a step back but Jeff's lips on his made him stop in his tracks. He briefly considered trying to keep up his fight but once Jeff's tongue began to probe at his lips, he gave in and started kissing back.

"That's more like it…" Jeff back Adam up against the nearest tree, his cold hands quickly warming up as they continued to explore Adam's body. Adam moaned into Jeff's mouth and arched his groin into Jeff's, grinding into him shamelessly. Jeff moaned and grinded as well, both their cocks straining to get out of their jeans.

"Fuck me," Adam gasped, his hands hurrying to undo Jeff's jeans.

"I don't have anything," Jeff told him, his own hands working on Adam's jeans. His hand slipped down them once he got them unbuttoned, his hand gripping the base of Adam's cock so he could start stroking slowly. "We should go inside so I can get-"

"Don't need lube," Adam said dismissively. "Shouldn't that be what my mouth is for?"

Jeff's eyebrows rose up at that. "Dirty Addy." He kissed Adam again, sucking lightly on the blonde's lower lip. "Dirty dirty dirty boy." They kissed again, Adam starting to go down on to his knees when they were interrupted by the honking of a car horn.

"YO! What the hell are you guys doing? There's something called indecent exposure you know!"

Jeff and Adam rolled their eyes and looked over at Matt, who was standing by his car with a smug look on his face. Evan was getting out of the car and he looked mildly amused yet annoyed at the same time at Matt's rude interruption. "You couldn't have waited like twenty minutes?" Jeff asked irritably. He and Adam were hurriedly trying to fix their clothes, their faces flush from embarrassment. This was far from the first time they had gotten caught in the act yet somehow Matt managed to make them feel mortified each and every time.

"Today's game day dude," Matt replied in his defense. "I called you last night to remind you that we were coming since you were feeling better. Not our fault if you forgot."

Jeff rolled his eyes and grabbed Adam's hand so they could walk over there. Adam was internally cringing as he silently followed Jeff. He had forgotten game day too. Game day meant Jeff and Matt's friends would be over for forever and most likely get drunk. Normally Adam didn't really mind them since he was friendly (if not actually friends) with the lot of them but he didn't want them over today. He wanted it to just be him and Jeff. Whenever a whole bunch of people came over Adam felt like he faded into the background for Jeff. Everyone else became more important than him. Maybe that was silly and kind of selfish but it was the way he felt and with him still trying to fight the temptation to give in and go see Randy again, it was not a feeling he needed at the moment.

Of course, he couldn't confess this to anyone. Nobody knew about what was going on behind Jeff's back and they wouldn't be very understanding if they did. He was just going to have to try to stay strong on his own. He could do it. He really could. He just had to try.

…

He couldn't do this.

It was three hours later and in addition to Matt and Evan, they now had Shane Helms and his girlfriend Karen, Shannon Moore and his wife Julie, John Morrison (without his boyfriend Mike Mizian thank god), Kofi Kingston and Ron Killings all over as well. Adam was sitting in the room with them but he wasn't really there in any kind of mental capacity. He wasn't even sitting next to Jeff. Matt and Shannon had kidnapped him so he was sitting on the arm of the opposite couch, where Kofi, Ron and John were all at. Beer was flowing freely and with every drink that was had, everyone else was getting louder and more obnoxious. Shane was being the worst, yelling at the TV every time the other team was on the offense or the referee made a call he didn't like. John and Kofi were fighting over the nachos Julie had brought with her and Jeff and Matt were seemingly having some kind of elbowing war. Nobody was noticing that Adam was being so quiet. Nobody noticed that he clearly wasn't enjoying himself.

He didn't know why he kept feeling this way. This disconnect with not just Jeff but everything around him. Sometimes it just felt like boredom, other times like genuine unhappiness. He loved Jeff. He knew that. But the call of Randy enticed him and sometimes Jeff made it all the easier to go seek him out. It was wrong but sometimes-and just sometimes-it felt completely right. And the fact that it felt that way at all made him feel even worse about it.

Towards the end of the second quarter Adam slipped out of the room unnoticed and grabbed Jack's leash, getting him from the kitchen and taking him out back. He walked Jack a considerable distance from the house and took a cautionary glance back to make sure nobody had followed him before pulling out his cell phone and making the call he knew he would regret later.

"Hello?" Randy's voice could barely be heard above the background noise on his end. He must have been having his own game day party as well from the sounds of it.

"It's me." Adam sighed, already knowing that Randy was smirking on the other end. "I need to see you."

"When?"

"…Tonight." He knew he could get away. Jeff had already agreed to go out to Shannon's to continue the party.

"Be here at nine. I'll have everyone gone by then."

"Okay." They hung up at that and Adam sighed. He shouldn't have done that. But as much as he regretted it, there was a part of him that didn't. That part was excited that he was giving in. God he was sick. He needed help. Serious, serious help. But no help would be sought or had. He was just going to dig himself in deeper without the capacity to make himself stop.