The following three weeks were amazing. Guy and Adam had a class together, and used that class as an excuse to hang out. They actually did study, but it would always end up in the two making out, but only if they were in one of each other's rooms.
And then, while Adam was sitting at dinner with his roommates, he was told the most amazing piece of news ever.
"Hey guys," James came in. They rarely saw James, only when he needed clean clothes did he come into the suite. Adam liked it though, he liked having his room to himself, he could spend more time with Guy.
Adam and Dave looked up from their sandwiches, and Nick leaned back in his chair.
"As you know ... it's move week, and yea, I've decided I'm moving out. It's nothing personal, it's just that I feel bad not being here, and when I do come in, it's late at night. I'm only moving upstairs, so it's not a big move. I'm not gonna need any help, I just wanted to let you know."
"Is anyone planning to move in here?" Dave asked.
"No."
Adam nodded, "When are you moving?"
"Tomorrow."
Adam made a mental note to ask the guys what they thought about Guy moving in before the end of the night.
"You sure you're not gonna need any help?" Nick asked.
"Nah, I'm gonna take some stuff over tonight. And besides, most of my stuff is up there anyways. The guy I'm moving in with hasn't had a roommate all semester. So I'm good," James nodded and left the kitchen and ran into his and Adam's room.
"Hey Adam, now you're really gonna have the room to yourself," Nick noted.
"Yea," Adam set his sandwich done. He suddenly didn't have much of an appetite.
"What's wrong?" Dave asked, noticing Adam's quietness. Adam was normally a quiet person, but Dave could sense something was wrong.
"I have to tell you guys something," Adam said, after a minute or two of being quiet.
Nick put down the paper he was reading. He sensed the importance of this announcement.
Just then, in perfect time, James popped his head into the kitchen, "So I'll be back in the morning to pack and shit, I'll see you guys then," he said, slinging a bag over his shoulder, and picking up another. With that, he was out the door.
Adam waited a minute, knowing these walls were paper thin.
He took a deep breath and looked at his roommates. Even with Nick being a ladies man, he still spent a generous amount of time with Dave and Adam, and Adam knew Nick would be alright, heck Nick even admitted to swinging both ways. Dave was a completely open minded soul, just like the Ducks.
"I don't know what to tell you first," he mumbled to what he thought was just himself, except Nick heard. Man that kid had good hearing.
"What, that you're gay or that you and Guy are an item and you want him to move in?" Nick responded.
Well, that did it. The cat was out of the bag.
"Guy's a cool guy, I wouldn't mind him living here," Dave added.
"You mean, you don't care? Wait, you knew?"
"Banks, let's be serious for a moment. You light up when you talk about Guy, or when Guy's at the door. It's kind of obvious. Nah, it'd be cool with me. I like Guy too. Hell, I'll help move him across campus," Nick grinned.
"Guys, did I ever tell you that I love you? Not like I love Guy, but like I love you as human beings?" Adam said, a grin threatening to split his face in two.
"Well, no, but thanks for the compliment. Are you gonna ask Guy tonight?"
"Hell yea. Besides, I don't think him and Justin get along that well anyways."
"That's an understatement," Dave said.
Guy was known for hating his roommate with a passion. He always called him an ignorant bastard.
"Give him a call," Nick said.
"Nah, he should be here any minute anyways. We were going to study tonight, but I guess not," Adam smiled, bouncing out of his chair. He suddenly started to straighten up, as if Guy has never been there before.
Nick shook his head, and picked up his paper again, and Dave went back to his meal.
Adam stepped into the little dining room, confusion and concern on his face, "You guys really don't mind?"
"No Adam. If you don't ask the kid to live here, I will," Nick didn't even look up from what he was reading.
When the knocking on the door came, both Nick and Dave got up from the table to moved to hang out in their room, whispering a "we'll leave you two alone" as they passed.
Adam blushed as he answered the door.
"Hey," he said calmly, letting Guy in.
Guy slipped through the door and it's frame, and took note of nobody being around. When he heard the door click shut, he dove for Adam's mouth.
"God I missed you," he garbled into Adam's mouth.
Adam pulled away, smiling, "It's only been what, 7 hours."
"That's too long," Guy said, moving in again.
But Adam was quick, "Well then, guess what. James is moving out, for good," Adam said.
Guy looked at him.
"I want you to move in. And Dave and Nick both said if I didn't ask, they'd ask you too."
"Adam," Guy said softly, "I'd love to," and he pulled Adam into a hug.
Adam and Guy saved their public displays of affection for the privacy of their bedroom, which I guess, wouldn't make them too public. Because of this, they ended up spending a lot of time in their room. However, when they were in the common room, they were just like the other guys. They didn't make a point to sit next to each other, or cater to each other. They were just friends. Their relationship was definitely behind closed doors, no matter how accepting Dave and Nick were.
Guy playfully shoved Adam against the bedroom door, effectively closing it as well. He sucked hungrily at Adam's neck, earning a moan from deep inside the blonde's throat.
"Guy."
Guy took this as a cue to go faster, and harder, and his hands roamed furiously underneath Adam's shirt. However, he wasn't exploring the skin, he knew this quite well.
Guy lifted the shirt over Adam's head, disconnecting only to let the shirt pass, and in that brief second, Adam whined at the loss. Adam's fingers nimbly undid Guy's jeans and his hands pushed them to the floor.
Guy stepped out of the jeans as they made their way to the bed, kissing furiously, never breaking contact. But before they laid down, Guy effortlessly pushed down Adam's boxers.
Guy laid Adam down on his back tenderly, almost as if he didn't want to hurt him. Adam instinctively put his arms out to brace him, but winced as the weight landed on his right wrist.
"Oh shit, baby, I'm sorry," Guy lifted him up to relieve the pressure.
"It's fine, really."
Adam's wrist had been acting up all summer, as well as the weeks he'd been at college. He kept up with hockey, though he knew his efforts would be fruitless, and even harmful in the long run. But he couldn't get hockey out of his system. The longest he'd ever gone without picking up a stick was since the time at the FAC, and that was over a week ago. But it was still hurting from then.
But Adam wouldn't think about that now. This wasn't the time nor place to deal with his wrist. He wanted to forget about it, it'd be better in the morning.
Adam scooted back onto the bed, pulling Guy with him. Guy straddled his boyfriend, and looked down, lust and love swirling in his eyes.
They both looked at each other, fully aware of each other's naked bodies.
"If you don't," Guy started.
Adam just looked up at him and nodded, "I'm ready," his voice was barely audible.
Guy bent down and left kisses all over Adam's hard abs, and swirled his tongue around each nipple swiftly.
"I love you baby."
"I love you too baby."
Dave waited until the commercial break to open the door, "Can I help you?" he asked, not recognizing the person who'd been knocking.
"Does Adam Banks live here?" it had been so long since he said that name. He only thought of Adam as "him". He couldn't get his words out of his head.
***flashback***
"She doesn't treat you half as good as I did."
"I know that when your with her, it's in the back of your mind that you used to kiss me, your best friend. Your male best friend."
***endflashback***
It killed him. He ended up breaking it off with Marla, he couldn't look at her without thinking of him.
"Yea, he does actually," Dave said.
Charlie barged past towards the bedroom doors. He peeked into the open door, and saw no inhabitants. Another door was the bathroom. He focused his attention on the closed door, and placed his hand on the handle. He couldn't hear what was going on, due to the loudness of the baseball game the boys were watching on the television.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you!" Nick warned quickly, but it was too late. Charlie had turned the handle and opened the door. The light from the common room spilled into the dark bedroom, right onto Guy's bare back.
Adam picked his head up and Guy turned his around to look at their intruder.
Charlie's lip trembled, "What?" he whispered, the hurt clearly evident.
Guy looked down at Adam, as Adam watched Charlie step into the bedroom and close the door behind him. Guy pulled out and reached for a blanket to cover them up, as Adam reached for the bedside light.
"Why are you here?" Adam asked, clearly not pleased.
"I, I," Charlie stuttered, "I don't remember."
"You need to go. We're through. We've been over for months now."
"I need my best friend back," Charlie started to cry. Usually, Adam would have been halfway to wrapping his arms around Charlie; Adam was good at that.
But Adam didn't move from his spot. Underneath the covers, Adam had reached for Guy's hand, squeezing it tight.
"You need to find a new one. I don't want to be friends with you," Adam said softly. He didn't have it in him to be mean right now. Not after what he and Guy just experienced, and not with Guy pressed up against him, warmth on warmth.
Charlie just stared as Guy pressed a long kiss on Adam's bare shoulder. He envied Guy - no - he hated Guy. He wanted to rip him to shreds. If it weren't for him, Adam may have come back to him.
"I mean it Charlie."
Charlie nodded and reached behind him for the doorknob, turning it slowly.
"I'm sorry Adam," he said before he slipped out.
Adam closed his eyes. He knew that apology covered a lot. Not only just for walking in on an intimate moment, but for hurting Adam more than he ever meant to.
"We don't-"
Adam silenced Guy with a quick kiss, "No, it's not fair. I'm not gonna let him ruin what we have."
True, Adam may not be up for sex anymore, but Guy needed a release, and Adam knew what to do. Adam slipped underneath the covers, and moments later, Guy's head was thrown back in pure pleasure.
Charlie walked through the common room, his head bent in embarrassment. He mumbled a "thank you" to the boys on the couch, and let himself out. God, did he feel like an asshole. He closed the door to the suite, but turned to look at Adam's name on the door. He didn't care who saw him. He came all the way from freaking Minnesota, only to get hurt. If he wanted to cry, he damn well was going to.
Adam smiled. He loved it how he could feel Guy's heart beat in the exact rhythm as his own. It made him feel so close, so connected to Guy.
"Adam, baby," Guy mumbled, after lifting his head and slitting his eyes, to find Adam's bright, and open, blue eyes staring back at him, "Go to sleep."
"Okay," Adam whispered, patting down Guy's hair, "Okay."
He pressed a chaste kiss against Guy's forehead, and nestled himself down into his bed. And he slept, peacefully, his smile never leaving his face. He finally found his home.
*********************************" I'm finally home "**********************************
Final author's note: Gotta love Celine Dion ... There's more .. a whole new story .. it's pretty much written .. look for it soon!!!
And then, while Adam was sitting at dinner with his roommates, he was told the most amazing piece of news ever.
"Hey guys," James came in. They rarely saw James, only when he needed clean clothes did he come into the suite. Adam liked it though, he liked having his room to himself, he could spend more time with Guy.
Adam and Dave looked up from their sandwiches, and Nick leaned back in his chair.
"As you know ... it's move week, and yea, I've decided I'm moving out. It's nothing personal, it's just that I feel bad not being here, and when I do come in, it's late at night. I'm only moving upstairs, so it's not a big move. I'm not gonna need any help, I just wanted to let you know."
"Is anyone planning to move in here?" Dave asked.
"No."
Adam nodded, "When are you moving?"
"Tomorrow."
Adam made a mental note to ask the guys what they thought about Guy moving in before the end of the night.
"You sure you're not gonna need any help?" Nick asked.
"Nah, I'm gonna take some stuff over tonight. And besides, most of my stuff is up there anyways. The guy I'm moving in with hasn't had a roommate all semester. So I'm good," James nodded and left the kitchen and ran into his and Adam's room.
"Hey Adam, now you're really gonna have the room to yourself," Nick noted.
"Yea," Adam set his sandwich done. He suddenly didn't have much of an appetite.
"What's wrong?" Dave asked, noticing Adam's quietness. Adam was normally a quiet person, but Dave could sense something was wrong.
"I have to tell you guys something," Adam said, after a minute or two of being quiet.
Nick put down the paper he was reading. He sensed the importance of this announcement.
Just then, in perfect time, James popped his head into the kitchen, "So I'll be back in the morning to pack and shit, I'll see you guys then," he said, slinging a bag over his shoulder, and picking up another. With that, he was out the door.
Adam waited a minute, knowing these walls were paper thin.
He took a deep breath and looked at his roommates. Even with Nick being a ladies man, he still spent a generous amount of time with Dave and Adam, and Adam knew Nick would be alright, heck Nick even admitted to swinging both ways. Dave was a completely open minded soul, just like the Ducks.
"I don't know what to tell you first," he mumbled to what he thought was just himself, except Nick heard. Man that kid had good hearing.
"What, that you're gay or that you and Guy are an item and you want him to move in?" Nick responded.
Well, that did it. The cat was out of the bag.
"Guy's a cool guy, I wouldn't mind him living here," Dave added.
"You mean, you don't care? Wait, you knew?"
"Banks, let's be serious for a moment. You light up when you talk about Guy, or when Guy's at the door. It's kind of obvious. Nah, it'd be cool with me. I like Guy too. Hell, I'll help move him across campus," Nick grinned.
"Guys, did I ever tell you that I love you? Not like I love Guy, but like I love you as human beings?" Adam said, a grin threatening to split his face in two.
"Well, no, but thanks for the compliment. Are you gonna ask Guy tonight?"
"Hell yea. Besides, I don't think him and Justin get along that well anyways."
"That's an understatement," Dave said.
Guy was known for hating his roommate with a passion. He always called him an ignorant bastard.
"Give him a call," Nick said.
"Nah, he should be here any minute anyways. We were going to study tonight, but I guess not," Adam smiled, bouncing out of his chair. He suddenly started to straighten up, as if Guy has never been there before.
Nick shook his head, and picked up his paper again, and Dave went back to his meal.
Adam stepped into the little dining room, confusion and concern on his face, "You guys really don't mind?"
"No Adam. If you don't ask the kid to live here, I will," Nick didn't even look up from what he was reading.
When the knocking on the door came, both Nick and Dave got up from the table to moved to hang out in their room, whispering a "we'll leave you two alone" as they passed.
Adam blushed as he answered the door.
"Hey," he said calmly, letting Guy in.
Guy slipped through the door and it's frame, and took note of nobody being around. When he heard the door click shut, he dove for Adam's mouth.
"God I missed you," he garbled into Adam's mouth.
Adam pulled away, smiling, "It's only been what, 7 hours."
"That's too long," Guy said, moving in again.
But Adam was quick, "Well then, guess what. James is moving out, for good," Adam said.
Guy looked at him.
"I want you to move in. And Dave and Nick both said if I didn't ask, they'd ask you too."
"Adam," Guy said softly, "I'd love to," and he pulled Adam into a hug.
Adam and Guy saved their public displays of affection for the privacy of their bedroom, which I guess, wouldn't make them too public. Because of this, they ended up spending a lot of time in their room. However, when they were in the common room, they were just like the other guys. They didn't make a point to sit next to each other, or cater to each other. They were just friends. Their relationship was definitely behind closed doors, no matter how accepting Dave and Nick were.
Guy playfully shoved Adam against the bedroom door, effectively closing it as well. He sucked hungrily at Adam's neck, earning a moan from deep inside the blonde's throat.
"Guy."
Guy took this as a cue to go faster, and harder, and his hands roamed furiously underneath Adam's shirt. However, he wasn't exploring the skin, he knew this quite well.
Guy lifted the shirt over Adam's head, disconnecting only to let the shirt pass, and in that brief second, Adam whined at the loss. Adam's fingers nimbly undid Guy's jeans and his hands pushed them to the floor.
Guy stepped out of the jeans as they made their way to the bed, kissing furiously, never breaking contact. But before they laid down, Guy effortlessly pushed down Adam's boxers.
Guy laid Adam down on his back tenderly, almost as if he didn't want to hurt him. Adam instinctively put his arms out to brace him, but winced as the weight landed on his right wrist.
"Oh shit, baby, I'm sorry," Guy lifted him up to relieve the pressure.
"It's fine, really."
Adam's wrist had been acting up all summer, as well as the weeks he'd been at college. He kept up with hockey, though he knew his efforts would be fruitless, and even harmful in the long run. But he couldn't get hockey out of his system. The longest he'd ever gone without picking up a stick was since the time at the FAC, and that was over a week ago. But it was still hurting from then.
But Adam wouldn't think about that now. This wasn't the time nor place to deal with his wrist. He wanted to forget about it, it'd be better in the morning.
Adam scooted back onto the bed, pulling Guy with him. Guy straddled his boyfriend, and looked down, lust and love swirling in his eyes.
They both looked at each other, fully aware of each other's naked bodies.
"If you don't," Guy started.
Adam just looked up at him and nodded, "I'm ready," his voice was barely audible.
Guy bent down and left kisses all over Adam's hard abs, and swirled his tongue around each nipple swiftly.
"I love you baby."
"I love you too baby."
Dave waited until the commercial break to open the door, "Can I help you?" he asked, not recognizing the person who'd been knocking.
"Does Adam Banks live here?" it had been so long since he said that name. He only thought of Adam as "him". He couldn't get his words out of his head.
***flashback***
"She doesn't treat you half as good as I did."
"I know that when your with her, it's in the back of your mind that you used to kiss me, your best friend. Your male best friend."
***endflashback***
It killed him. He ended up breaking it off with Marla, he couldn't look at her without thinking of him.
"Yea, he does actually," Dave said.
Charlie barged past towards the bedroom doors. He peeked into the open door, and saw no inhabitants. Another door was the bathroom. He focused his attention on the closed door, and placed his hand on the handle. He couldn't hear what was going on, due to the loudness of the baseball game the boys were watching on the television.
"I wouldn't go in there if I were you!" Nick warned quickly, but it was too late. Charlie had turned the handle and opened the door. The light from the common room spilled into the dark bedroom, right onto Guy's bare back.
Adam picked his head up and Guy turned his around to look at their intruder.
Charlie's lip trembled, "What?" he whispered, the hurt clearly evident.
Guy looked down at Adam, as Adam watched Charlie step into the bedroom and close the door behind him. Guy pulled out and reached for a blanket to cover them up, as Adam reached for the bedside light.
"Why are you here?" Adam asked, clearly not pleased.
"I, I," Charlie stuttered, "I don't remember."
"You need to go. We're through. We've been over for months now."
"I need my best friend back," Charlie started to cry. Usually, Adam would have been halfway to wrapping his arms around Charlie; Adam was good at that.
But Adam didn't move from his spot. Underneath the covers, Adam had reached for Guy's hand, squeezing it tight.
"You need to find a new one. I don't want to be friends with you," Adam said softly. He didn't have it in him to be mean right now. Not after what he and Guy just experienced, and not with Guy pressed up against him, warmth on warmth.
Charlie just stared as Guy pressed a long kiss on Adam's bare shoulder. He envied Guy - no - he hated Guy. He wanted to rip him to shreds. If it weren't for him, Adam may have come back to him.
"I mean it Charlie."
Charlie nodded and reached behind him for the doorknob, turning it slowly.
"I'm sorry Adam," he said before he slipped out.
Adam closed his eyes. He knew that apology covered a lot. Not only just for walking in on an intimate moment, but for hurting Adam more than he ever meant to.
"We don't-"
Adam silenced Guy with a quick kiss, "No, it's not fair. I'm not gonna let him ruin what we have."
True, Adam may not be up for sex anymore, but Guy needed a release, and Adam knew what to do. Adam slipped underneath the covers, and moments later, Guy's head was thrown back in pure pleasure.
Charlie walked through the common room, his head bent in embarrassment. He mumbled a "thank you" to the boys on the couch, and let himself out. God, did he feel like an asshole. He closed the door to the suite, but turned to look at Adam's name on the door. He didn't care who saw him. He came all the way from freaking Minnesota, only to get hurt. If he wanted to cry, he damn well was going to.
Adam smiled. He loved it how he could feel Guy's heart beat in the exact rhythm as his own. It made him feel so close, so connected to Guy.
"Adam, baby," Guy mumbled, after lifting his head and slitting his eyes, to find Adam's bright, and open, blue eyes staring back at him, "Go to sleep."
"Okay," Adam whispered, patting down Guy's hair, "Okay."
He pressed a chaste kiss against Guy's forehead, and nestled himself down into his bed. And he slept, peacefully, his smile never leaving his face. He finally found his home.
*********************************" I'm finally home "**********************************
Final author's note: Gotta love Celine Dion ... There's more .. a whole new story .. it's pretty much written .. look for it soon!!!