A/N: Title taken from "The view from the top"

A/N: Idea from this short fiction taken from the prompt by Flavourfulevening on tumblr

"Hey Adam!"

"Tromboner! You alright?" Adam asks digging into a packet of Jammie dodgers. He hears the scrape of cutlery in the background and assumes his boyfriend will be eating too.

"What's Mr Effiong cooking?"

"Dumplings and Pork, with a vegetable soya sauce. It's not as bad as Fiona says it is!" Eric tells him.

"I'll knock for you in the morning" Adam nods over the phone. Because every point of every call, all boils down to when he can see Tromboner again. Hearing him on the phone, it was cute. He'd never admit this to his mates, but he could listen to Tromboner talk about anything and everything all day. He's pretty much the only person he can stand listening to for hours.

Phone conversations, can't compare to actually seeing Tromboner. Knocking on the door. Knowing that he's behind it. Watching him opening the door a creak, before seeing that beaming white smile. Welcomed like a camp torch during a night thunder-storm. Adam gulps, his heart rattling against his chest. He's getting excited over his boyfriend answering a door. One of these days, he needs to get a hobby. One that doesn't involve fantasing over Tromboner.

"When you get over here tomorrow Ad. I need you...upstairs" Eric suddenly whispers. "There's a little something we need to talk about man"

"Oh right?"

"Yeah. Top or bottom?" Eric questions, in a delicious, low husky tone that made Adam shove his hand in jogging bottoms.

Adam flicks his tongue out before answering. This was going to come up sooner or later. They may as well try now? "Well...I don't think about it really. If you're okay? I wanna top you. I've never really been into stuff up my bum. If you wanna try it. We can. I mean...I ain't gonna say no" He shrugs removing his hand from his trousers and leaning on his bed. "I've looked up shit online for this. Home-base, amazon, argos. Good deals. I even got ten massive lubes on Honey-drip, for under a tenner. All for you Tromboner. Tell me what you want. We'll go slow with the lube..."

"Adam..." Eric interrupts quickly.

"Get some toys. Massagers and shit. Get you used to sliding small, soft stuff up your arse"

"That's not what I-"

"I've even got a vibrator with fur on it. I don't wanna hurt you" Adam says quieter this time, peering into the phone screen. Though they can't see each other.

"Adam stop!" Man, you're on speaker phone and this...this a family dinner!" Eric finally shouts.

"Wooaah...what?"

"Yeah! I'm downstairs with my parent's and sisters! "Eric says gently.

"Hey!" Ana yells.

"Hi Adam!" Kirby shouts into the phone.

"Shit! I mean crap!...Hi girls! Hey Mr and Mrs Effiong!" Adam said weakly, rubbing his head with embarrassment. His boner well and truly dead.

"Hello Adam...I...didn't hear much! How are you?" Eric's mother, Chiasoka asks.

"I'm good...nice. See you tomorrow!"

"Adam, back to me. Kirby's getting bunk beds. They should be coming tomorrow. You said you'd help us fix these up. Dad will help you. You still up for it?" Eric asks, waving his little sisters away as they laugh at him.

"Yeah, Yeah course. I'm...I'm gonna go. See you later everyone!" Adam mutters trying hard to sound excited.

"What's a vibrator Adam!" Orisa asks and he gently ends the call and covers his hands over his eyes. Maybe he needs a bodyguard or guard dog tomorrow. He's pretty sure that Eric's Dad is going to strangle him as soon as he knocks. Just before his toasted Bacon and Tomato breakfast.