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The Meeting
Rocky knocked on Adam's front door again. He'd been standing outside the house for the last five minutes without an answer. Adam was home; he knew it because the curtains over the window by the front door had twitched when he had gotten out of his truck. He wasn't sure why but he swore Adam was lurking in the hall behind the closed door.
Though feeling slightly stupid talking to the blue door, he raised his voice to say he was leaving. "Okay, Adam, I can take a hint. I heard about you and Tanya and I just wanted to see how you were doing. I'm leaving some beer on the porch and if you ever need to talk, just call. I'll be here."
He hurried back toward his truck, annoyed with himself for caring that Adam was still ignoring him. He should never have listened to Tanya because obviously Adam hadn't changed his mind about letting Rocky back into his life. Well, he did have a lot of work to take care of; he could get back to the dojo and finish it.
He heard the door open behind him but he didn't stop. His pride could only take so many hits and if Adam had opened the door just to grab the beer or worse, to tell him to go away – well, he was sure he'd embarrass himself and Adam by bursting into tears. And that would be fucking marvelous.
Adam waited until he was sliding into his truck before speaking. "Rocky."
That was all he was going to say? After all this time, all the nervous silences, all the unreturned phone calls, the hesitant meetings, and that's all he was going to offer? Helplessly, Rocky glanced back to find Adam leaning against the door frame of his tidy white house, beer in hand. "I'm getting drunk. Do you want to come in?"
Did he? He wasn't sure. But maybe he should just be grateful that Adam hadn't told him to go to hell but part of him wanted more than this. He took a deep breath before slamming his truck door, setting the alarm and then he slowly walked toward the house.
He walked up onto the porch before looking at Adam uncertainly. His heart lurched at the look in Adam's eyes. Was that satisfaction? And there was something else shining in the almond-shaped eyes; something elusive yet almost hot in its intensity. A chill danced down his spine and he shuddered.
Adam blinked and the expression was gone. "Something wrong?" he asked softly before brushing back his rumpled hair.
Rocky shook his head. He stepped into the house, brushing against Adam in the process. He hardened at the feel of Adam's muscular body, grateful that he was wearing baggy jeans. The smell of Adam's cologne wrapped around him, bringing images better left alone. I need to get out of here. Immediately, his mind screamed at him. But he didn't leave. Everything would be fine. He hoped.