A/N: Strong Language.
"I'll call you. Early" Adam slides his hand around his boyfriend's neck.
Eric waits for the kiss, which doesn't happen. "The whole fam are going to church camp this weekend. No-one's gonna be in!" Eric smiles hopefully looking up at him.
"Oh...uhhh...Jakub's got me working for Patty this weekend. Massive fucking house"
"Right..."
"Pays up the arse though" Adam bites his lip.
"She's horrible though isn't she? I'm nicer" Eric slides his hand over Adam's bicep, but he shakes him off.
"Yeah. She's the definition of a rich bitch. I'll make it up to you, when I get the cheque" Adam promises. They hug. Eric tries to kiss his neck, but Adam flicks his collar up. It's easy to dodge kisses when your the taller guy. He get's a little paranoid about what Tromboner is thinking right now. They're not on rocky ground yet, it's too early for that.
He gets home hungry. He enters the kitchen taking out bread, Ham, Jam and Peanut butter. His Dad hates these, but hey, he's not here. He makes the sandwich and sits at the table, neating cutting the crusts off. He likes Eric. He likes him a lot, and he knows other boys like him too and it worries him.
He sees the way people look at Eric when they walk down the street, and yeah, some arseholes laugh and mutter. But others look at him like a sizzling slice of bacon, like they want to lick him and devour his oils, whole. He wants to blame Eric. He's all glitz and glam. But they can all see he's amazing. The same way Adam saw it the first time he met him too.
He wants to spend time with Eric. Alone. The truth was he wasn't even working this weekend. He just didn't want to go too far. Rush the sex and make it terrible. Sex made everything awkward. The girls before, Aimee, Eli in military school. Each one epic fails that make him cringe. They could all see that he wasn't really into it. One by one it was all the same. The chat up line, the date, the marvel at his dick. The sex, then they'd realise Adam was faking everything. Then they'd leave.
With each fling Adam couldn't recall one time he'd given a shit that his relationships had burned into ashes. He didn't care when Aimee dumped him during sex. He was just relieved that he'd blown a load. He didn't care when Eli stopped texting. He shrugged, when the pass at Liv fell flat, although she was as fit as fuck.
Now, he struggled to function at the very flash of Eric saying goodbye. Sex was always the trigger. Always the warning shot before the red flag was raised, and they called it a day. So for now he'd kiss Eric on the cheek, the forehead, the neck, the mouth. Sweet and innocent. He'd hold hands, and link arms, playfully rub his shoulders and wrap his long arms around his waist breathing every atom of Eric in.
But he wouldn't have sex. He'd be so nervous he knew he'd fuck it up anyway. He dreamt about it most nights. He'd become all sweaty with no-co-ordination. His kisses would be too sloppy, he wouldn't know how to touch him right. And let's face it, he probably couldn't even get his dick in. After flashing, Eric knew what the deal was down there...
It was just like homework at school. Everyone knew what they were getting, but that doesn't mean they wanted to touch it. When Eric saw him up close and personal, actually having to see and touch THAT, he'd run a mile. How those dick rumors started boiled his blood. It ruined him at school. He got a few pats on the backs from weirdos, but suddenly every girl saw his dick as joke. Whispering about him in the class. Pointing at his crotch in the corridoors. Messages on his facebook page from high school randoms. Asking if he was free that night to "fuck them up" literally.
His dick made him a loser. If Eric laughed when he undressed...it would shatter him. Eric would have every right to chuckle over his body over popcorn. He was a total mess. Eric probably thought Anwar was better looking. Adam did have his Dad's face. He had the skinniest set of legs in military school. All the guys had shit to say about his toothpaste calves. Plus his body? He looked nothing like the swimming team. Nothing like Jackson in speedos. He kept himself fit, but lost the military school six pack, a few months later...
That's what all girls wanted right? That's what all bi guys wanted to fuck. That what Eric dreamt about wasn't it? A rock hard, tanned body with a six pack?
He grabbed a triangle of his sandwich and raised his hand in front of his face. Should he really think about getting a tan every once in a while? Was Anwar still Eric's type? How did Eric feel, about dating a lanky clutz, that was pale and pasty as fuck?
"You're disgusting Groff. You look like shit!" Adam snaps to himself. As he takes a huge bite of his sandwich, his phone vibrates.