Adam's POV
I stepped out of the shower and tied the soft terrycloth towel around my waist. The bathroom was fogged with steam and a thick layer of cloud covered the mirror. Using my pointer finger I scrawled the words 'I love Charlie' on the condensation. Smiling to myself I ran a comb through my light hair and slashed some after shave on my neck.
From the other room I could hear Charlie's muffled mutters of things like 'Work with me God damn it' and 'Son of a bitching thing.' I couldn't help but laugh, knowing exactly what he was stressing over. I crossed the hallway from the bathroom to the bedroom with my towel still wrapped tightly around my hips and found him struggling to tie a knot in his necktie.
"Troubles with your tie my love?" I walked around and stood in front of him the make to knot.
"These things are impossible to tie." He shook his head annoyed.
"Oh yeah, so impossible." I said, stepping back to make sure I had tied it right.
"Oh course you can do it, you're a Cake-Eater, that's one of the things they start teaching you at birth."
"Well look at it this way, our sons will be half curly haired loud mouth, half prep, that means they'll be able to help you."
"I don't understand why I have to wear this stupid thing, it's just dinner with my mom and your parents." He grumbled stuffing his hands deep in his pockets.
"Because you look so damn hot in it." I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Not as hot as you look in this towel." He laughed trying to pull at it. "But, I think it'd look better on the floor."
"Don't you ever get enough?"
"What can I say, pretty guys turn me on."
"Are you calling me pretty?" I scowled.
"Well babe, it takes you longer to do you hair, then it does for me to shower, dress and everything else."
"I am not pretty, I'm… ruggedly handsome." I crossed my arms.
"Sure you are babe, you keep telling yourself that. So towel off now?" He raised his eyebrows at me hopefully.
"No, I'm going to get dressed then we're going out to dinner with our parents."
"Tell me again why we have to tell them?"
"I don't know about you but I want my family at our wedding. I don't see what you're so worried about anyway, your mother already knows, plus she loves me. My dad on the other hand, may stab me with his salad fork."
"Don't worry. I'll protect you." He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. "You know your hair always smells good."
"Flattery will get you no where." I declared sternly.
"I'll be quick."
"No."
"You're such a prude."
"Ever think that it maybe due to the lack of romance in our relationship?"
"Are you implying that I'm not romantic?" He crossed his arms.
I rolled my eyes.
"You're idea of foreplay is 'You ready?' It's no wonder we haven't broken any kitchen tables lately. The fact of the matter is, we're just not spontaneous, but it's okay, I love you anyway."
"You better or else I want my ring back."
"See that's when you're supposed to say 'I love you too Adam.' or something sweet like that."
"So much to learn, so little time." He tossed me a pair of boxers and I let the towel fall.
A devilish smile creased his face and I felt my whole body get warm. There was something about gaze that made me flush, you must know the feeling.
"Are you sure you're not interested?" He made note of my obvious excitement.
"Charles Conway, if you just let me get dressed so we can go to dinner, I promise you mind blowing, and unbelievably orgasmic sex later okay."
"That's all I ask." Charlie smirked, pinching my ass and leaving the room.
I shook my head as I finished putting my clothes on, with a smile as wide as the San Andreas fault line. After my hair was right and my tie was straight, I walked out of our bed room and met Charlie in the living room where he had his feet up on the coffee table and a can of coke in his hand.
"Are you ready?" He asked hitting the power button on the remote to turn the TV off.
"Yup." I nodded, slipping my arms into my blazer.
"Well then let's go into the lion's den." And we headed out the door to face the uncertainty of our parents.
I stepped out of the shower and tied the soft terrycloth towel around my waist. The bathroom was fogged with steam and a thick layer of cloud covered the mirror. Using my pointer finger I scrawled the words 'I love Charlie' on the condensation. Smiling to myself I ran a comb through my light hair and slashed some after shave on my neck.
From the other room I could hear Charlie's muffled mutters of things like 'Work with me God damn it' and 'Son of a bitching thing.' I couldn't help but laugh, knowing exactly what he was stressing over. I crossed the hallway from the bathroom to the bedroom with my towel still wrapped tightly around my hips and found him struggling to tie a knot in his necktie.
"Troubles with your tie my love?" I walked around and stood in front of him the make to knot.
"These things are impossible to tie." He shook his head annoyed.
"Oh yeah, so impossible." I said, stepping back to make sure I had tied it right.
"Oh course you can do it, you're a Cake-Eater, that's one of the things they start teaching you at birth."
"Well look at it this way, our sons will be half curly haired loud mouth, half prep, that means they'll be able to help you."
"I don't understand why I have to wear this stupid thing, it's just dinner with my mom and your parents." He grumbled stuffing his hands deep in his pockets.
"Because you look so damn hot in it." I smiled and kissed his cheek.
"Not as hot as you look in this towel." He laughed trying to pull at it. "But, I think it'd look better on the floor."
"Don't you ever get enough?"
"What can I say, pretty guys turn me on."
"Are you calling me pretty?" I scowled.
"Well babe, it takes you longer to do you hair, then it does for me to shower, dress and everything else."
"I am not pretty, I'm… ruggedly handsome." I crossed my arms.
"Sure you are babe, you keep telling yourself that. So towel off now?" He raised his eyebrows at me hopefully.
"No, I'm going to get dressed then we're going out to dinner with our parents."
"Tell me again why we have to tell them?"
"I don't know about you but I want my family at our wedding. I don't see what you're so worried about anyway, your mother already knows, plus she loves me. My dad on the other hand, may stab me with his salad fork."
"Don't worry. I'll protect you." He put his arms around my waist and pulled me into his chest. "You know your hair always smells good."
"Flattery will get you no where." I declared sternly.
"I'll be quick."
"No."
"You're such a prude."
"Ever think that it maybe due to the lack of romance in our relationship?"
"Are you implying that I'm not romantic?" He crossed his arms.
I rolled my eyes.
"You're idea of foreplay is 'You ready?' It's no wonder we haven't broken any kitchen tables lately. The fact of the matter is, we're just not spontaneous, but it's okay, I love you anyway."
"You better or else I want my ring back."
"See that's when you're supposed to say 'I love you too Adam.' or something sweet like that."
"So much to learn, so little time." He tossed me a pair of boxers and I let the towel fall.
A devilish smile creased his face and I felt my whole body get warm. There was something about gaze that made me flush, you must know the feeling.
"Are you sure you're not interested?" He made note of my obvious excitement.
"Charles Conway, if you just let me get dressed so we can go to dinner, I promise you mind blowing, and unbelievably orgasmic sex later okay."
"That's all I ask." Charlie smirked, pinching my ass and leaving the room.
I shook my head as I finished putting my clothes on, with a smile as wide as the San Andreas fault line. After my hair was right and my tie was straight, I walked out of our bed room and met Charlie in the living room where he had his feet up on the coffee table and a can of coke in his hand.
"Are you ready?" He asked hitting the power button on the remote to turn the TV off.
"Yup." I nodded, slipping my arms into my blazer.
"Well then let's go into the lion's den." And we headed out the door to face the uncertainty of our parents.