The kiss was full of promise and hope. Adam leaned into it. It had been so long since he'd felt wanted.

Guy pulled away first, but not before leaving a peck on Adam's lips, "Don't worry Adam, I don't mind."

Adam brought his fingers to his lips, as if he was trying to preserve the warmth he hadn't felt in so long.

"I'm here for you Adam," Guy went on, "I'll always be here for you. However you need me."

Adam stared back with wide eyes, and slowly moved in for another kiss.



The months passed by slowly, once hockey was over. Adam was still in physical therapy, though his recovery was almost 100%. Before he knew it, it was his last day.

"Listen Adam, take it easy. Stay off that wrist. It's healed, but you can't play hockey with it. It's not smart," his physical therapist, Caitlyn, warned.

"But it feels better than it did before I hurt it," Adam whined.

"Adam Banks," she took a no-nonsense tone, "I don't want to see you back here again for that wrist, or I'll cut it off," she kidded playfully.

"Caitlyn, please," Adam was taller, bigger, and most likely stronger than her, and her threats meant nothing to him.

"I'm serious. That wrist is in no condition to be playing hockey, or baseball or football or any other sport that requires the use of your hands."

"Soccer?"

"Only if you don't play goalie," Caitlyn smiled, "Or fall. Falling on the wrist would not be good. Golf ... you can do golf."

"Can I do anything with my hand?"

"No," Caitlyn grinned, "You can't do anything."

"Not even..." Adam raised an eyebrow.

"ADAM!" she pushed him towards the door, "OUT! Don't even think of that either, too much strain. And don't forget to make an appointment for two weeks from now. Goodbye."

Adam laughed as he made his way to the desk and made his appointment. He walked out of the building with a smile.

The cool May air hit him first when he walked outside. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply. The fresh air felt good inside his lungs. When he opened his eyes, he looked to his left and grinned.

"All done?" Guy looked up from his book.

"Yep. I don't have to come back for two weeks. That's exciting," Adam sat down on the bench next to Guy, incredibly close to him, legs touching, "Good book?"

"Ooh, wonderful. I hate this book," Guy chuckled and stuck it in his school bag that rested at his feet, "You ready to head back?"

Adam had his head leaned back with his eyes closed. His mind was in the clouds.

"What's wrong with staying here?" Adam said lazily.

"Well, if you want," Guy said, shrugging. As long as he got to spend time with Adam, he was perfectly content anywhere.

Adam reached over for Guy's hand, and Guy gladly gave it up.

Guy, however, didn't understand where they stood. Ever since he started practicing with Adam, the two grew closer by the day. Adam trusted Guy completely, spilling some details of his relationship with Charlie, that even Charlie didn't reveal. Guy listened to everything Adam said, taking it all in, and in the back of his head, thinking of how he could be better than Charlie. But as far as Guy knew, he wasn't gay. He never thought of any other guy in that way before. He was attracted to girls. But Adam, he was a different story.

Guy subconsciously rubbed at Adam's scars on his wrist with his thumb.

Adam was mysterious. Prime example was this moment. Adam could sit for hours in silence, just thinking. Guy normally couldn't sit for as long as Adam, and would normally get up and leave Adam to his thoughts. But lately, Guy took to sitting with Adam, no matter how long, and just was with him. It was therapeutic. Like now.

Adam breathed in deeply again, "Okay, I'm ready."

Guy looked at him and smiled, resisting the urge to kiss him.