"Three days," he chirped.
Adam rolled over and stared at the clock. "Uh. Kurt?"
"Okay, technically three and a half. But I think it's late enough that it qualifies as tomorrow, at least here."
"Kurt, it's two-thirty in the morning in Ohio."
"I know!" Adam heard him giggle, and he sat up slowly in bed, pushing the covers back. He switched on the light. "I'm never up this late. My dad would kill me if he knew I was still awake."
"Mmmm. He wouldn't keep you from coming to California, would he?"
Kurt sounded abashed. "Oh - I don't think so. He's asleep, anyway, so he'll never know."
Adam sat up and wrapped his hands around his bare knees. "You are completely insane."
"Nope," Kurt boasted. "I'm drunk."
"I can hear that. Can you tell me why you're drunk at two-thirty in the morning on a school night?"
Kurt's voice dropped to a loud whisper. "Your fault. And Noah's. Those questions."
"What about them? And what exactly did Noah do?"
He must have heard something in Adam's tone, because he jumped right in with a protesting murmur. "Oh, no - you can't spank him for this."
"Kurt, I don't think you get to tell me what I can or cannot spank Noah for. And I was just thinking I might have to spank you as well if you don't explain what's going on."
There was a shocked silence.
"Kurt?"
"You can't - you wouldn't - do that?" He didn't sound at all sure. "Would you?"
"I most certainly would, if Finn gave me permission. And I suspect he would. So are you going to talk now?"
"Adam..." Kurt took a shuddering breath. "You can't just say something like that and then expect me to -"
"Kurt."
He wasn't at all sure that tone of voice would work, but when Kurt fell silent again, he added, "What is your middle name, anyway?"
Kurt whimpered. "I - you can't..."
"Fine. I'll get it from Finn. You tell me what's going on, now, or I'm hanging up."
"I... Adam, I'm sorry." He did sound embarrassed, even in the midst of his inebriation. Adam sighed. He knew exactly how that felt.
"It's okay, Kurt. I'm here. Won't you tell me why you're calling me so late, and... under such unusual circumstances?"
"I wanted... to talk to you. To tell you. Things. About me, and to ask you questions about you, and I didn't think I could. So I told Noah, "Not without suitable application of alcohol." And he said, "Here, baby, try this." And I said, "What's in it?" And he said, "You'll love it." And I - "
"And you had three of them," Adam guessed.
"Uh... four. I think. They were really good. Noah makes amazing... everything."
"I've heard that." He was rocked by the sudden memory of Noah, on his knees on the floor of the hotel room in Santa Fe, reaching back to hand him a condom. Yes, Adam. He closed his eyes, swallowing. "He's pretty amazing, himself."
"Adam..." Kurt's voice was thick with intense emotion. "I love that you love him. The way I do. I really, really love that."
Adam found himself blinking back tears. "Oh... Kurt. That's so sweet."
"There are so many things... I want to share with you. So many. You have no idea."
"I might," he said, with a tiny laugh. "I just might. Well... okay. Let's start simple. Something you like, that's bad for you."
"Besides four of Noah's drinks?"
Now Adam laughed out loud. "Yeah. Besides that."
"Mmm. Cheesecake. A whole one."
"I can relate to that. Ice cream, for sure. And Nutella, god, I could eat it with a spoon. Hot chocolate. Tequila."
Kurt giggled. "I'm pretty sure there's some of that in what I drank tonight. Noah knows he can get me to play video games with him if he gives me enough of it. So... what's something you like that is good for you?"
Adam wasn't quite sure how to answer that. "Singing?" he tried. "And I like to dance. That's good for me, right?"
"It depends on how much alcohol you're consuming when you do it," decided Kurt. "But I could go along with it being good. I mean, there's dancing, ballet and jazz and all that, and there's club dancing…"
"Both," said Adam. "Choreographed dancing is really fun. And then sometimes I just like to move."
Kurt gave a low, amused chuckle. It was not a sound Adam had ever expected to hear come from his mouth, and it was a little startling. "I've seen you dance."
"You – ? Oh, online." Adam sighed, resting his head in his hand. "Of course. Sometimes I hate Youtube."
"Adam, no. You're amazing. I just want to – to crawl through the screen, to creep into the audience of all those old shows, and applaud as loud as I can."
"Except you were about ten years old when I did most of those shows."
"I'd still have been your biggest fan. I'd have been that kid at the stage door, waiting for your autograph."
Adam smiled into his hand, even though there was nobody there to see him grinning like an idiot. "Oh, yeah, I remember you. You were adorable."
"I totally would have been that kid, if I'd ever been outside of Ohio in my life."
He blinked. "So - you're telling me you've never seen a musical?"
"Not unless you count high school productions. And most evenings on my television. You should see my DVD collection. It's pretty extensive."
Adam pictured himself on the couch with Kurt on one side and Noah on the other, watching Oklahoma, and smiled. "I'd really love that. Um... favorite television show?"
"Currently, True Blood. Something about the sexy vampires just really does it for me."
"Oh, yeah, Lafayette all the way," Adam agreed. "And Dexter. God, the way Michael C. Hall puts on that t-shirt at the beginning? Hot. I'd love to work with him someday."
"Is it a little weird that you actually have a chance of meeting people like him?" Kurt said, with more than a touch of envy.
"Yes. Definitely weird. I wake up every morning and do a lot of is this really my life? And then I get up and make breakfast and go on with my day." He swung his legs out of bed and stood, stretching. "Your turn."
"Your favorite article of clothing."
"Ah - the Versace jacket they gave me for the Idol tour. The leather is like butter. Seriously." He flexed his toes. "You?"
He heard Kurt's smile. "My McQueen scarf. It's blue. Finn says it goes with my eyes. I figure if my fashion-impaired boyfriend can tell it looks good on me, I should wear it as often as I can."
Adam walked to the window and peered out, though checking the weather in LA was almost pointless. Weather forecasters could hit a pretty fair average of being right just by engraving a stone with the words dry and 72, of course and leaving it on their desk. "Hmmm... let me think... a question that won't take advantage of your inebriated state..."
"Oh, don't worry about that. That was the whole point of having those drinks."
He grinned. "Yeah, and if I could be sure you wouldn't look at this conversation tomorrow and cringe, then I might be a little more forward. But... oh, I know - do you have any piercings?"
"No!" He sounded so outraged that Adam had to lean against the wall to keep from collapsing with laughter. "Just... no. No holes in this body."
"Yet," Adam stressed, and heard him groan. He waited, grinning to himself.
"Um." Kurt hesitated, then in a rush: "And you?"
"Are you sure you want to hear the answer?"
"No. Yes? Um... God, Adam, can you just tell me?"
"Never fear, Kurt Hummel. I only have my ears pierced. Granted, they're gauge zeros, but I'm not planning to go any bigger."
He heard a long sigh. "Oh thank Gaga. Noah's nipple piercing is bad enough."
Adam was caught by the memory, and he must have paused for a little too long, because Kurt said softly, "You really miss him, don't you."
"Every day," Adam agreed. "Why do you think I'm counting down each day until your visit? This is the best late Christmas present you could have given me."
"Speaking of Christmas presents..." Kurt cleared his throat, and then whispered, "The paddle."
Adam held his breath. "Yes?"
"It - it's... a hit?"
They both cracked up at the same time. "Kurt, you're fucking hilarious when you're drunk," Adam snorted, grabbing the wall for support. "And god, that's a hell of an image to give a guy right before bed."
Kurt managed to control his laughter. "You are not allowed to talk to me about inappropriate images, Adam, after what Finn did to me earlier."
Adam paused. "Do I want to know?"
"Maybe - but I'm not telling you."
"Can I weasel it out of you, or is it too embarrassing?"
"Definitely too embarrassing." Kurt sighed. "Okay. How about... favorite song?"
Adam turned on the light in the kitchen and opened the door to the fridge, rummaging for the jar of pickles. "Way too broad, Kurt. I can't pick just one. I mean, can you?"
"Defying Gravity," he said without pause. "Although ever since you sang to me, that song from Brigadoon is now a close second. You really don't want to know the playcount on that track."
"Defying Gravity," Adam echoed, smiling. "Sure, I can see that. I know I would have told you once, if I'd never heard it again, it would have been too soon... but it's been long enough now that I can say I honestly do love that musical." He set the pickle jar on the table and nudged the fridge closed with his hip.
"Do you miss singing with an ensemble cast?"
"No way. I mean, I got to do some of that on Idol. But I love being in the spotlight. I've never done a very good job at being part of a crowd. I had enough of blending in in high school." He propped his phone between his shoulder and his ear as he wrestled with the lid of the jar.
"By the way... I never gave you an answer to one of your questions, earlier."
Adam slowly set down the pickle jar. Why, Kurt, would that be the question about me having oral sex without a condom with your very sweet and very sexy boyfriend, with whom you are already sharing fluids? "All right."
"I gave it a lot of thought, and... well. I'd really like to... to share a bed. With Noah and you." He sounded so hopeful and nervous, even under the influence of three-maybe-four drinks. "It doesn't have to be anything more than that, Adam, I just want you to know. I'm really not throwing myself at you."
"It's okay, Kurt." Adam traced the edge of the jar with a finger. He was a little bit jumpy himself. "Although I'm sure you've thought about this... if we're in a bed together, then things are bound to happen."
"I'm okay with that," Kurt assured him. "You two, you need that time. And of course you'll want time alone together. I can go off with Finn and Brad and Timmy."
Adam leaned his chin in his hand. "No, Kurt - that's not what I meant. Not the two of us. I meant you and Noah, and me. The three of us."
"Oh," Kurt said, and it was a little long and drawn out and breathy. Adam felt himself twitch. "I... I'm okay with that, too."
Adam couldn't help but smile. "It's okay if you change your mind, honey," he assured him. "Nobody's going to do anything you don't want to do."
There came that surprising low chuckle again. It sent all kinds of unexpected shivers down his spine. "Adam, believe me, I've given it... a lot of thought. There's really nothing that could scare me away. I might turn fifty shades of red, but Noah... he would absolutely love to wake up with both of us. I definitely want to give that to him."
"Fuck," Adam whispered. "Uh. Yeah. That would be new for me." He managed to get the pickle jar open without dropping the phone. "But is it something you want? Not just what Noah wants?"
"I think so," Kurt said. "I can imagine it would be... very nice."
"Anything else you've been imagining, honey?"
He almost wished he could take the question back when he heard the silence on the other end of the phone. Then he heard Kurt take a shaky breath. "So many things, Adam."
"Tell me one. It can just be... anything."
"Um. Okay." Another pause. "I can't wait to... to touch you. To hold your hand. It's like, I'm not even sure you're real yet." He laughed nervously. "When I meet you for the first time, I don't think I'm going to be able to let go."
Adam smiled to himself. Holding my hand. "You won't have to, let me assure you. I have two hands - one for Noah, and one for you." The idea, simple as it was, made him feel a little giddy.
"Thank you." It was almost too quiet to hear. Adam shifted in his chair at the sound. "What about you?"
"What about me what?"
"What have you been... imagining? I mean, assuming you've been imagining anything. And it's fine, if you weren't, I just -"
"Kurt," he said, as gently as he could. "You're not going to tell me you think you're the only one, wanting things, here."
"I... no. I suppose not. I just don't want to assume anything. I mean, I'm a high school student and you're -"
"Don't say it," he interrupted testily. "I'm not. I'm just - I'm just me, okay? And this, what we're doing, it's not anything about that. It's just me and you. And I already feel like a total perv for being almost twice your age."
Kurt practically fell all over himself explaining. "No, Adam, it's not... I mean, it doesn't feel... you aren't like that at all."
Adam leaned back in his chair, stretching out his legs, and rand his hands down his bare thighs. He sighed. "Kurt... I kind of am. I do like younger men. Granted, not usually as young as you or Noah. And I like all kinds of things you've probably been told to stay away from. I'm not a nice boy. Guys don't bring me home to their parents."
The laughter took him by surprise. "Adam? First thing my dad said, after he talked to you on the phone? 'He's a nice young man.' And he knows everything we do. Well - not the details, but he understands."
Adam sat, blinking, in shocked silence for several long moments.
"Adam?"
"That was really kind of your father," he murmured.
"Well, I trust him. I think he knows what's going on with us, too."
Adam leaned against the wall, rubbing a hand over his stomach. "Kurt... what is going on with us?"
"Things. They're... happening." Kurt whispered the words, like they were a great mystery. "I'm having... god, I don't know, Adam, I'm trying to figure it out, and all I can do is wonder what in hell you might want with me."
What I want with you. Where should I start? "I want... " Adam paused, and tried again, feeling the prickle of tears at the back of his throat. "I want to hold you. Wrap you up in my arms, and make you feel - special. Because you are, Kurt."
"Oh... god." Kurt's voice was hoarse.
Adam closed his eyes. "Too much?"
"Are you serious?" he whispered. "You're not teasing me? I'm not reading you wrong? You really want... me?"
Adam felt simultaneous rushes of compassion for this boy who'd experienced so much rejection, and fury at those who had harmed him in the past. He had to take a deep breath to regain control before going on. "I'm definitely not teasing you, but... Kurt, how can I be certain? Attraction is so much about physical compatibility, and we've never... But I really think - yes. I want you." He listened to Kurt's labored breathing. "I hope that doesn't scare you too much."
"Not right now," Kurt said. "Right now it's just about the least scary thing I've ever heard."
"Well." He gave a quiet laugh. "That's good. I guess we'll just have to see how you feel in the morning."
"Adam - it's not like I'm not thinking about this... okay, all the time." Adam could practically hear the eye roll. "I think I can safely say I'm interested. Whatever else happens. Can you trust me, about that?"
Adam smiled to himself. Here was this young man, in the midst of his high school experience, asking Adam to trust him. "I know you're not an ordinary boy, Kurt," he said. "I just don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
Kurt snorted extensively, and Adam couldn't help but laugh. "Adam. Seriously. I'm in a relationship with Noah. How much advantage do you realistically think you can take?"
"Um." Adam sat back, a little taken aback. He thought about what Finn had said: This is the first time he's ever done anything like this. And yet the Kurt who was presenting himself to Adam now seemed anything but uncertain. He was confident, cocky even. Sexy. And, yeah, drunk. "I don't think I can honestly answer that until we're having this conversation without the aid of alcohol."
"Well, you'll definitely get that in three days. My dad's made us both promise we wouldn't drink any at all. And believe me, he'd know."
"Exactly. And I wouldn't let you, anyway." He fished in the pickle jar for a spear. "So - what exactly do you mean, how much advantage?"
"I mean - I've done plenty, Adam. I've done a lot. And it was all fine. So whatever comes up between us, it'll be fine too. Believe me, no matter what kind of an innocent I used to be, my fantasies since then have far exceeded those of a schoolboy."
"Really." Adam took his pickle and sat back in his chair, grinning with amusement. "Tell me about some of them."
There was a pause. Gauntlet thrown. Let's see what he -
"I'd love to be blindfolded and gagged."
The pickle stopped, halfway to his mouth, entirely forgotten. He closed his mouth, which had fallen open, and licked his lips. "O-okay."
"I've never done anything like that before, and I've never talked to Finn about it, but I think about it all the time. We have these leather cuffs, and I think it would be -"
"Kurt," Adam said hurriedly, squirming a little on his kitchen chair. "I've never... well, okay, I've done stuff like that, but it was completely for fun, not - with somebody who mattered. Who really... um." He blinked, siting forward. His voice became hushed. "You want that?"
"Yes," Kurt said, completely matter of fact, in his soused condition. "I think it would be totally hot. Does that bother you?"
"Um." Adam considered this. "Bothered is not the word I would use. Hot and bothered, maybe."
"Mmm." Kurt sounded like he'd had a sip of something that tasted good to him. Adam felt a quiver travel down his spine. "That turns you on?"
"Yeah." He heard the word come out, hoarse and tinged with lust, and he felt a flush of - something. "I have seen exactly one picture of you, Kurt, and it's the picture of you sleeping with Finn, looking entirely blissed out. That's how I see you when I imagine you in handcuffs and a blindfold. And a gag. Fuck."
"Okay, then." Now Kurt sounded entirely too satisfied with himself. "Put that at the top of your list of things to do with me. You ready for more?"
"Sure," Adam said faintly. "Fire away." He shifted again on the chair and adjusted his naked behind on the hard kitchen chair, trying not to think too hard about his semi-erection.
"Well... I don't know if you've ever been with two boys - er, men - but there are some things you can do that are particularly incredible. I'd be lying if I said I'd never thought about trying them with you."
Adam swallowed. "All right." He set the pickle spear down on the table, staring at it. "Do you... want to tell me about any of them?"
"Maybe," Kurt said coyly. "But you have to tell me something in return."
"What?" Adam asked, unable to avoid sounding suspicious. Kurt giggled, and god, it was really way too adorable for words. Adam shook his head, smiling ruefully at himself. You're totally fucked.
"Anything you want, Adam. I trust you to come up with something good."
"All right." He refused to feel guilty for taking his own cock in his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. "I'm listening."
"Okay." He could picture Kurt sitting forward excitedly, about to share a secret, and he found himself hunching forward in imitation. "So the first time the three of us had - intercourse - Finn was in charge. He described it in detail to us beforehand, so we were both prepared, and knew exactly what he wanted. It was me, on the bottom, and Noah, inside me."
"Oh god," Adam whimpered. He took a shaky breath, feeling his head swimming. "That's - I can't even tell you."
"It really was," Kurt agreed. "Finn talked us through the whole thing, and it was amazing. And then, after we were done, Finn took Noah, right on top of me." Adam heard Kurt's voice drop and throb with intensity, and he closed his eyes briefly, shaken by the images. "I imagine you know how much Noah likes to be fucked."
"Yes," he whispered. "I do." The word fucked, spoken in Kurt's light, sweet voice just about undid him right there at the table. "Kurt, I -"
"Holding him, feeling him falling apart... hearing Finn Top him, while I held him against me, naked and trembling." Kurt sighed in contentment. "That's what I want with you, Adam."
"You want - me to fuck your boyfriend in your arms?"
Kurt's answering groan went straight to his cock, and Adam leaned all the way back in the chair, struggling for breath. "Yes," he heard him say with determination. "Yes, please."
"That - yeah. I can do that." He put both hands on the table, gritting his teeth. "Kurt. Full disclosure."
"Um - yes?"
"I'm really, really turned on right now." Adam let out a tense laugh. "And I'm naked."
"Oh... wow." Kurt sounded - pleased. And a little hungry. "Just a minute." He heard Kurt set down the phone, and then silence for about twenty seconds. It felt like a long time to Adam, sitting there, his thighs rubbing together, sending shivers of stimulation right to his core. "All right."
"What was that?"
"Now we're even."
"Uh - naked and turned on?"
"Bingo." He was grinning at him. Kurt. Adam let out a frustrated huff.
"You're not supposed - how can you be so goddamn calm about this?"
"I'm drunk, Adam. Give me a break. Can't you enjoy it?" He heard his wheedling tone through a haze of frustration.
"I don't want to - I can't. You're - "
"Adam..." Kurt coaxed, and Adam closed his eyes. He gave up.
"What do you want?"
There went that sneaky Kurt chuckle again. Adam knew he would hear it in his dreams. "Tell me what you want now."
Adam didn't have to reach too far to find a suitable fantasy. "Okay. I'm - you're on my bed. You're on your back and I - god, Kurt, are you sure -?"
"Adam."
"Okay," he said. "Jesus. Um. I'm kneeling over you and you - I'm inside you." He closed his eyes, picturing him, his imagination filling in the blanks of Kurt's slender body on the pretty face from the picture Noah had shown him. "It's really slow, almost too slow for you, but I'm keeping the pace, rocking into you, and you're loving it."
"Oh god," Kurt said. It was just the rise in tension he'd been hoping for, and Adam clenched his fists on the table, eyes still closed. "Adam, are you...?"
"I'm not." He flicked the pickle spear across the table with two fingers. "I'm just... sitting here. Are... are you?"
"... Not... yet." The two words were spoken with promise, and Adam's breath quickened at the sound. "But I can. If you want me to."
"Kurt, I - " He shuddered. "Yeah, I want you to."
Adam heard Kurt take his own breath, and he let his hands slip down under the table, into his lap.
"Go on," said Kurt. "Tell me more about what you... want."
"You like it so far, honey?" he murmured, scooting his bottom forward to perch on the edge of the chair. He held his hard cock loosely in two fingers, stroking lightly, and tried not to let the flood of arousal interfere with his words.
"So much," Kurt purred. "You're giving me just what I want."
Adam could feel his preconceptions about Kurt falling apart like the proverbial house of cards. He shook his head in disbelief. "Kurt... can I just tell you how much you're blowing my mind right now?"
"Trust me, mon ange, that's not what I'm going to be blowing in three days."
That was just unexpected enough to spur Adam into a startled moan, and Kurt echoed it, laughing. "Holy shit, Kurt."
"Tell me."
He felt the smile lingering on his lips, even as he stroked himself more firmly. "Noah's holding down your hands, kneeling over top of you. He... you can't move, and right above you, he leans in to kiss me."
"Yes," Kurt begged, which was just about all Adam needed. He tried to hold off, but he just didn't have much resistance at twelve-thirty at night, not when he could hear Kurt's rough, jagged breath in his ear, Kurt's description of hot threesomes with Noah resonating in his imagination. "I can feel you, Adam - feel you inside me."
"I'm right here, honey," he groaned, leaning heavily against the table. "I'm going to make you come so hard."
"Oh, yes, you are, mon ange - god -" Adam heard his gasp, and that was enough, that was plenty, and Adam's ears rang with the sound of Kurt's orgasm as he shot his load all over his kitchen floor.
"Kurt," he said, panting. "Kurt - say something. Please?"
"I'm here," he heard. Kurt didn't sound upset, but he had to be sure.
"Was that - are you okay?"
There was a deep, soft sigh. "Oh... yes, Adam." Kurt chuckled, rich and satisfied. "I'm fine."
Thank god. Adam leaned forward and rested his head on the table. "What - what the hell was that?"
"If you have to ask, I must be -"
" - doing it wrong," Adam finished with him, and they both cracked up. He flopped one arm on the table and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"God, Kurt," he said weakly. "We haven't even met yet, and we've already had sex."
He sounded entirely too chipper. And for God's sake, it was three in the morning there. "Well, that's one thing that'll make it easier for us when we do meet, won't it?"
He groaned. "You're totally going to hate me tomorrow."
"Adam... no. I promise. I won't. It doesn't matter how many drinks I had. I - this was exactly what I wanted; please, you have to believe me."
"I guess I'm going to have to." Adam pulled himself to a shaky standing position, and stumbled across the kitchen to grab some paper towels. "You called me something. Mon ange?" It felt soft on his tongue. "What's that?"
"French. For... my angel."
He felt his heart stutter a little and pick up again, the sound of the phrase ringing in his ear. "Oh... Kurt. That's lovely."
"You don't mind?" Now he sounded bashful? Adam grinned to himself as he tossed the paper towel in the trash can under the sink.
"Not at all... honey."
"Point taken. Well." He heard Kurt yawn. "I think I'm about to turn into a pumpkin right here, and I'd better... get cleaned up before bed. Adam, this was - god, this was so much more than I could have hoped for. Thank you."
"You're so, so welcome," he said, smiling. "Kurt."
"Adam. Good night."
He hesitated, then asked, "Can you - call me that again?"
"Mon ange." It was just a whisper. He quivered.
"Honey," he whispered back to the silence.
It was after ten when he dragged his sorry, sticky ass out of bed, but the first thing he did was to call Noah. He assumed he'd get his voice mail, since it was one in the afternoon in Lima, but Noah picked up, sounding surprised. "Hi, Adam - is everything okay?"
"I think so," he said, starting the shower. "Have you spoken with Kurt today?"
"Yeah," he said, and Adam could hear the grin. "You guys had... some kind of night, huh?"
"Oh my god, Noah." He leaned against the cool tile. "Did he give you details?"
"Just the bare bones, but I got the idea. Man, I'm a little surprised." He sounded thoughtful. "Kurt's not one to open himself up like that. He must really trust you."
"I suspect the alcohol had something to do with it," he said, frowning at himself in the mirror. Face it, Adam. You took advantage of an inebriated sixteen-year-old kid.
"Well... that's the funny thing, Adam." Noah chuckled. "I didn't give Kurt any alcohol."
Adam stiffened. "You - what? But he said you -"
"I made him some drinks. Grenadine, club soda, bitters and a twist of lemon. That was it."
He straightened up slowly. "You mean... that was..."
"One hundred percent sober. Sure, he might have convinced himself he was drunk, but - it was all Kurt. Whatever you guys did, he wanted it." He was clearly curious. "Are you going to tell me what happened, or do I have to weasel it out of Kurt tonight?"
"You'd better talk to him yourself," he said in a flat voice. "I think I should, too. Tell him - just tell him I have no regrets, okay? And I'll call him tonight."
"Yes, Adam," Noah murmured. "I'm really happy for you guys. I love you... both of you."
"I love you, too, honey." Adam stared at the phone in his hand, feeling like he'd just been hit by a sixteen-ton truck. Both of you.
