Guy shivered in the night breeze. He didn't mind though, and he sighed, wrapping his arms tighter around Adam. He wanted badly to take off his long sleeved shirt, and feel Adam's skin against his, but he didn't want to freeze to death.
Adam on the other hand, was sick, with a fever, and was burning up. He had both of his windows open, letting the unusually frigid early May night air in. Also, he was in nothing but his boxers, with no blankets. Guy tried to cover him up, he didn't want him to get pneumonia, but Adam kept shoving the blankets off. After the eighth time, Guy gave up.
Guy ran his hand across Adam's forehead, pushing the sweat matted hair off the clammy skin.
Guy didn't know what to do for Adam. He tried to get Adam to go to the doctor. Adam didn't want to go but tricked Guy into thinking he would, but ended up locking the poor boy out for three hours. Adam finally let him back in, but Guy had to promise to let Adam just sleep for the night, and Adam agreed to go to the school doctor in the morning if he wasn't feeling any better.
"Guy, go to sleep," Adam mumbled.
Guy smiled, Adam always seemed to know if he was still awake. In the back of his mind, he vaguely wondered if Adam was the same way with Charlie. He shook his head to get the thoughts of Charlie out. Adam hasn't talked about Charlie since that day he broke down on the ice. Guy didn't want to bring him up, but there was always a part of him that was constantly comparing.
"Guy," Adam said again, his voice a bit sterner.
"Adam, it's 3:30 in the morning, go back to sleep," Guy said soothingly, rubbing his hand up and down Adam's back. His whole body just radiated heat. He was warm to the touch.
"But you're not sleeping."
"I'm not the one who's sick, Adam, don't worry about me."
Adam was quiet for a few minutes, before softly whispering, "What are you thinking about?"
"Everything. School, college, what I'm going to do."
"Have you decided where you are going yet?"
"University of Minnesota is giving me that hockey scholarship," Guy trailed off. He hated talking about hockey in front of Adam. He felt guilty that he could still play, and Adam couldn't.
He already felt bad for training with Adam, which in the long run, didn't help his wrist. Adam's doctors told him that, and one night, when they were up really late talking, and Adam was half asleep, he told Guy that.
"Are you going to take them up on it?"
"I don't know," Guy paused, "What about you? Where are you planning to go?"
"There are some schools out east, liberal arts schools. I was thinking about going there."
"Any ones in particular?"
"Loyola College in Maryland, Johns Hopkins, NYU."
"They don't have hockey teams," Guy noticed right away.
"Yea."
"Don't you have to decide in like two weeks?"
"Yea. I'm leaning towards Loyola."
"That's a good school Adam."
"I visited it over spring break, it's nice."
"Do you know what you want to do?"
"I was actually thinking about business," Adam yawned, "But I have no ..." he trailed off.
Guy smiled, he must of finally went back to sleep.
So yea, Guy was going to University of Minnesota, to play hockey. But the more he thought about it, the more he didn't like the thought of Adam going to Baltimore. It was too far away, they wouldn't be able to see each other whenever they want.
Wait a minute, see each other? What was Guy thinking? Him and Adam were certainly not a couple, why would they have to visit each other? But the more Guy thought about it, he wanted to see Adam. He wanted to be able to see him whenever he wanted, like now. And in the back of his mind, he loved Adam. He loved the little things about him, for instance, he loved the way Adam could sit for hours and say nothing, he loved the way Adam looked when he woke up in the morning. He loved the way Adam mumbled things in his sleep, he loved the way Adam loved to learn, and he loved Adam's passion for hockey. God, he loved Adam's passion for hockey. He admired him so much when he asked for help to learn lefty, for his determination to not give up on a dream. Yea, Adam had kind of given up on hockey for the time being, it was too stressful, and true, he hasn't been the same, but Guy wasn't sure - he thought he liked this change.
Adam stirred, and lifted his head off Guy's chest, only to replace it. Guy's lips broke into a small smile.
He never thought himself as being gay.
He had a long relationship with his ex-girlfriend, Connie Moreau. He had always been attracted to her, as well as other girls. However, with Adam, it wasn't a physical attraction he felt. It was emotional and mental attraction. Did that make him gay?
The next morning Adam's fever had broke. Guy had finally nodded off, but still managed to wake before Adam. He slipped out from underneath him, and covered him up with the covers, kissing him softly on the lips, and finally headed down to the cafeteria to find some soup.
Guy slithered in the door, and closed it as softly as he could with his hands full.
He looked at the bed and was surprised to see Adam's blue eyes staring back at him.
"Oh, did I wake you?"
"Nah, I was awake when you left."
"In that case, I brought you some soup and crackers," Guy looked down at his offerings, smiling as he remembered that first time he and Adam practiced hockey, and Adam brought him lunch.
"Ooh soup? Thank you," he grinned, pulling himself up to a sitting position.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Lots," Adam sipped carefully. It was hot.
Guy sat down across from him, and watched Adam as he ate.
"So, Baltimore?"
Adam looked up, confused at first, but then he remembered their middle of the night conversation, "Right, Baltimore. Yea, that's pretty much where I'm headed in the fall."
"You know," Guy looked down at Adam's sheets, and played with a loose string, "I got into Georgetown. It's only an hour or so from Loyola," Guy said softly.
Adam looked up from his soup and watched Guy.
Did Adam want Guy so close to him? He really didn't know. He didn't even know how he felt about Guy. However, Adam would love to be able to be near Guy, to be able to be with him whenever he wanted. He enjoyed the feeling of just being in Guy's arms.
"What about hockey?" Adam asked.
"I can deal without it. I was never as passionate about it as you," Guy shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't lying. Hockey wasn't his life, "I could play baseball, or lacrosse."
"You got scholarship."
"I got scholarship at Georgetown too," Guy was quiet. He stopped playing with the string, "But if you want me to go to Minnesota."
"Guy, no, I didn't mean it like that. I would love for you to come to college with me, or near me, but at the same time you have a chance to play for an incredible team, and I know you want to. I don't want you to give that up for me," Adam had put his soup down and was now inches from Guy's face. Truth be told, he wanted Guy to room with him in college. He didn't know what he was going to do without him.
Guy smiled up at Adam, thinking about what it would be like without him. And it occurred to him, Guy loved Adam. He didn't want to think about what it would be like without him. He'd never felt to drawn to one person before, and right now, Guy was in love with Adam, on all levels. Emotionally, mentally, and yes, even physically. Before he didn't feel it, but now, looking into Adam's eyes, he felt it.
Guy pushed his face forward, crushed his lips against Adam's.
Adam on the other hand, was sick, with a fever, and was burning up. He had both of his windows open, letting the unusually frigid early May night air in. Also, he was in nothing but his boxers, with no blankets. Guy tried to cover him up, he didn't want him to get pneumonia, but Adam kept shoving the blankets off. After the eighth time, Guy gave up.
Guy ran his hand across Adam's forehead, pushing the sweat matted hair off the clammy skin.
Guy didn't know what to do for Adam. He tried to get Adam to go to the doctor. Adam didn't want to go but tricked Guy into thinking he would, but ended up locking the poor boy out for three hours. Adam finally let him back in, but Guy had to promise to let Adam just sleep for the night, and Adam agreed to go to the school doctor in the morning if he wasn't feeling any better.
"Guy, go to sleep," Adam mumbled.
Guy smiled, Adam always seemed to know if he was still awake. In the back of his mind, he vaguely wondered if Adam was the same way with Charlie. He shook his head to get the thoughts of Charlie out. Adam hasn't talked about Charlie since that day he broke down on the ice. Guy didn't want to bring him up, but there was always a part of him that was constantly comparing.
"Guy," Adam said again, his voice a bit sterner.
"Adam, it's 3:30 in the morning, go back to sleep," Guy said soothingly, rubbing his hand up and down Adam's back. His whole body just radiated heat. He was warm to the touch.
"But you're not sleeping."
"I'm not the one who's sick, Adam, don't worry about me."
Adam was quiet for a few minutes, before softly whispering, "What are you thinking about?"
"Everything. School, college, what I'm going to do."
"Have you decided where you are going yet?"
"University of Minnesota is giving me that hockey scholarship," Guy trailed off. He hated talking about hockey in front of Adam. He felt guilty that he could still play, and Adam couldn't.
He already felt bad for training with Adam, which in the long run, didn't help his wrist. Adam's doctors told him that, and one night, when they were up really late talking, and Adam was half asleep, he told Guy that.
"Are you going to take them up on it?"
"I don't know," Guy paused, "What about you? Where are you planning to go?"
"There are some schools out east, liberal arts schools. I was thinking about going there."
"Any ones in particular?"
"Loyola College in Maryland, Johns Hopkins, NYU."
"They don't have hockey teams," Guy noticed right away.
"Yea."
"Don't you have to decide in like two weeks?"
"Yea. I'm leaning towards Loyola."
"That's a good school Adam."
"I visited it over spring break, it's nice."
"Do you know what you want to do?"
"I was actually thinking about business," Adam yawned, "But I have no ..." he trailed off.
Guy smiled, he must of finally went back to sleep.
So yea, Guy was going to University of Minnesota, to play hockey. But the more he thought about it, the more he didn't like the thought of Adam going to Baltimore. It was too far away, they wouldn't be able to see each other whenever they want.
Wait a minute, see each other? What was Guy thinking? Him and Adam were certainly not a couple, why would they have to visit each other? But the more Guy thought about it, he wanted to see Adam. He wanted to be able to see him whenever he wanted, like now. And in the back of his mind, he loved Adam. He loved the little things about him, for instance, he loved the way Adam could sit for hours and say nothing, he loved the way Adam looked when he woke up in the morning. He loved the way Adam mumbled things in his sleep, he loved the way Adam loved to learn, and he loved Adam's passion for hockey. God, he loved Adam's passion for hockey. He admired him so much when he asked for help to learn lefty, for his determination to not give up on a dream. Yea, Adam had kind of given up on hockey for the time being, it was too stressful, and true, he hasn't been the same, but Guy wasn't sure - he thought he liked this change.
Adam stirred, and lifted his head off Guy's chest, only to replace it. Guy's lips broke into a small smile.
He never thought himself as being gay.
He had a long relationship with his ex-girlfriend, Connie Moreau. He had always been attracted to her, as well as other girls. However, with Adam, it wasn't a physical attraction he felt. It was emotional and mental attraction. Did that make him gay?
The next morning Adam's fever had broke. Guy had finally nodded off, but still managed to wake before Adam. He slipped out from underneath him, and covered him up with the covers, kissing him softly on the lips, and finally headed down to the cafeteria to find some soup.
Guy slithered in the door, and closed it as softly as he could with his hands full.
He looked at the bed and was surprised to see Adam's blue eyes staring back at him.
"Oh, did I wake you?"
"Nah, I was awake when you left."
"In that case, I brought you some soup and crackers," Guy looked down at his offerings, smiling as he remembered that first time he and Adam practiced hockey, and Adam brought him lunch.
"Ooh soup? Thank you," he grinned, pulling himself up to a sitting position.
"Are you feeling better?"
"Lots," Adam sipped carefully. It was hot.
Guy sat down across from him, and watched Adam as he ate.
"So, Baltimore?"
Adam looked up, confused at first, but then he remembered their middle of the night conversation, "Right, Baltimore. Yea, that's pretty much where I'm headed in the fall."
"You know," Guy looked down at Adam's sheets, and played with a loose string, "I got into Georgetown. It's only an hour or so from Loyola," Guy said softly.
Adam looked up from his soup and watched Guy.
Did Adam want Guy so close to him? He really didn't know. He didn't even know how he felt about Guy. However, Adam would love to be able to be near Guy, to be able to be with him whenever he wanted. He enjoyed the feeling of just being in Guy's arms.
"What about hockey?" Adam asked.
"I can deal without it. I was never as passionate about it as you," Guy shrugged his shoulders. He wasn't lying. Hockey wasn't his life, "I could play baseball, or lacrosse."
"You got scholarship."
"I got scholarship at Georgetown too," Guy was quiet. He stopped playing with the string, "But if you want me to go to Minnesota."
"Guy, no, I didn't mean it like that. I would love for you to come to college with me, or near me, but at the same time you have a chance to play for an incredible team, and I know you want to. I don't want you to give that up for me," Adam had put his soup down and was now inches from Guy's face. Truth be told, he wanted Guy to room with him in college. He didn't know what he was going to do without him.
Guy smiled up at Adam, thinking about what it would be like without him. And it occurred to him, Guy loved Adam. He didn't want to think about what it would be like without him. He'd never felt to drawn to one person before, and right now, Guy was in love with Adam, on all levels. Emotionally, mentally, and yes, even physically. Before he didn't feel it, but now, looking into Adam's eyes, he felt it.
Guy pushed his face forward, crushed his lips against Adam's.