Disclaimers: I don't own Saw or any of the characters.

Other: Good morning, everyone! :) Here's the sixth chapter. I did include a /little/ smut. It's simple, but only because it's supposed to be just a taste of the real thing. ;D It's pretty much to make you want more of Lawrence and Adam, and to soothe your wants for a while. Trust me, there will definitely be some hot, serious smut soon, so be patient. xD Anyway, I've been told that this chapter was adorable, so hopefully you guys will agree. I'm not going to continue rambling, haha. Go ahead and read the chapter and enjoy it. I'll have the next one up sometime today, most definitely. Thanks for reading this far!

Adam slept until the next morning. When the disheveled boy came trudging into the kitchen, his half-closed eyes glancing blearily around the room, his dark hair sticking up crazily in the back, Lawrence couldn't help but feel a little aroused. The fact that Adam could look adorable and sexy at the same time from simply rolling out of bed after sleeping for at least eighteen hours was amazing. Adam noticed the doctor watching him, and he stopped walking, rubbing the heels of his palms against his eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" the kid mumbled. He stretched and yawned, his tee-shirt tugging up and revealing a smooth stomach. Lawrence's fingers itched to touch that skin, to feel his sinewy torso. Sure, Adam was a thin, small guy, but he had his muscles; he really did have a lithe yet sinewy body. It was difficult to describe the guy's body.

"No reason. How do you feel?" Lawrence replied, scooping the bacon and eggs out of the frying pan and onto a plate. He suddenly felt a warm pressure against his back. Adam's head rested between Lawrence's shoulder blades, his arms slowly wrapping around Lawrence's waist. The doctor didn't move or speak.

"I'm sorry for bothering you yesterday," Adam said quietly, his throat rumbling against Lawrence's back as he spoke. Lawrence blinked, startled.

"No, no, Adam. I'm sorry. I was in a horrid mood, and I took it out on you. I didn't mean what I said at all. I love your pictures, and I'd really like to take a look at them after breakfast, if it's alright with you," he insisted. Adam nodded, closing his eyes, absorbing Lawrence's body heat. He didn't reply. The two were silent; Adam embracing Lawrence from behind, and Lawrence struggling to think of what he was supposed to say or do. But before anything came to mind, the kid had released him and had taken the plate of food, wandering off to sit at the table. Well, slump more like it. Adam set the plate down on the table and collapsed into the chair, looking so exhausted that it was hard to believe he'd been sleeping for more than eighteen hours.

Lawrence joined him at the table, silently eating his breakfast, occasionally looking over at Adam, who slowly picked at his food, taking small bites. Adam wasn't a breakfast person, Lawrence knew.

"How did you sleep last night?" Lawrence asked, finishing his food quickly. Adam had his elbows propped up on the table, his face buried into his hands.

"Okay," Adam replied dully. He'd had nightmares all night, Lawrence guessed. Suddenly, Adam jerked, knocking his orange juice over. The juice spilled everywhere, and the glass exploded on the hardwood floor. Lawrence and Adam stood up at the exact same time.

"Adam?" Lawrence asked, concerned. Adam's nose crinkled.

"What's that fucking smell?" the boy demanded. Lawrence inhaled deeply through his nose.

"I don't smell…Oh, Jesus Christ," Lawrence said, pressing his hands to his mouth and nose, disgusted. A horrible, putrid, bitter smell filled the apartment. He felt like he was going to throw up. Adam stormed over to the door and flung it open. An elderly gentleman stood a few feet away, smoking a huge, fat cigar. He looked over at Adam.

"Dude, do you fucking mind?" Adam snapped. The old man shook his head.

"Not at all, kid," the man said with a chuckle, strolling down the hallway. Lawrence shut the door quickly before Adam could flip out. He chained the door locked. Adam's face was red with anger.

"He called me kid," Adam said angrily. Lawrence turned away so that Adam wouldn't see that he was grinning widely. He walked over to the table and bent down, picking up pieces of broken glass.

"Yes, well, you called him dude," Lawrence replied, searching for any more pieces of glass. He didn't want Adam or Diana to randomly step on a piece. Not that Diana was even there. It was only Wednesday.

"So? It's not like I called him an old geezer," Adam grumbled, shuffling into the bathroom. While Adam showered, brushed his teeth, and put on deodorant, Lawrence mopped up the orange juice. It was amazing how far a liquid could spread. He made a mental note to never give Adam a glass again. From now on, he would receive plastic.

Adam came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, smelling fresh and dressed in a gray hoodie and a pair of dark-washed jeans. He walked barefoot into the living room and flopped down on the couch. Lawrence took this opportunity to join him on the couch. For once, Adam didn't smell like smoke. The kid – er, young man – looked up at Lawrence.

"I'm going out today," Adam said nonchalantly, his eyes searching Lawrence's face. The doctor smiled faintly.

"Where will you be going?" Lawrence asked, curious. Adam's gaze moved to the ceiling.

"Oh, I dunno. I just need to get out, you know?" he replied. Lawrence nodded. He would've loved to ask Adam if he could join him, but he had work tonight; which was why he was glad that Adam was going out tonight; he wouldn't be lonely at Lawrence's apartment.

"Yeah, I understand. I'm going to be working late tonight, anyway," Lawrence said. The two men spoke for at least an hour before Adam got up and declared that he was leaving. Lawrence smiled and said goodbye, watching as the young man slipped out of the apartment. The door shut quietly behind him.

It was too quiet now. Uncomfortably silent, actually. No music was playing from the home office, the TV wasn't on, and Adam wasn't grumbling about how he wished he could smoke in the apartment. Lawrence turned on the TV, just to break the God awful silence. Adam hadn't been gone for five minutes, and already Lawrence missed him.

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As night fell, Adam found himself sitting up in a tree, gazing in through a window of a huge house, his camera in hands. He felt a little adrenaline rush; it was dangerous work, spying on people. He was nervous, especially after the beating he'd received about a month ago. He paused. Had it really been a month since he'd been associating with Lawrence? It seemed like it had only been days. Adam hadn't been living with Lawrence; though he may as well have been. After all, he spent about five days out of seven at Lawrence's apartment.

Adam leaned forward, forcing his mind off of Lawrence. He had to focus. The old man advanced upon the rather young girl. It was disturbing, the huge age difference between the two. The man had to be about sixty five, and the girl was about twenty, at best. He shuddered. The girl seemed to actually be enjoying herself. She touched his face affectionately.

The age gap between him and Lawrence wasn't large, really. Only a seven year difference and Lawrence was extremely attractive. Adam thought of those gorgeous blue eyes, the way he always looked at Adam with such care and patience. He smiled at the memory of hugging Lawrence this morning. Lawrence was always warm and fresh smelling, like clean, dry laundry fluttering in a spring breeze, hanging on a clothesline. It was a weird simile, Adam knew, but that's just how it was. Lawrence just had a crisp, clean smell that made Adam smile and feel safe.

Adam shook his head. Focus. He watched as the old man and young girl kissed passionately, his hands knotting into her hair. She lowered him onto the bed, and he took plenty of pictures as they had sex. It made him want to vomit, really. All of a sudden, just as they were finishing up, Adam lost his balance. He cried out without thinking, startled, and fell from the tree. He must've fallen at least twenty feet, hitting the ground hard. He was knocked out for a moment or two. Long enough for the old man to race outside.

Adam staggered clumsily up, saw the man holding a long carving knife, and ran. The old man chased him. And damn, he was fast for an old geezer. But Adam was a whole lot faster. He ran as if he had never smoked a single cigarette in his entire life. It was incredible and unbelievable that a guy like Adam could run so fast. The old man definitely couldn't keep up. Instead, he simply threw the knife at Adam. Luckily, it missed him, and he ran all the way home.

He reached his apartment, drenched in sweat from running so hard and long. He took ragged breaths and collapsed to the floor.

"Maybe I should ease up on the cigs," Adam muttered to himself, inspecting his body for damage. He'd twisted his ankle badly while running, and he'd pulled a few muscles in his back and shoulders. There was an uncomfortable ache in his neck. But there were no bad wounds. He then checked his camera. His face had broken the camera's fall. Sure, he'd have a nasty black eye tomorrow, but at least the camera was perfectly unharmed.

He fell asleep on the floor, cradling the camera to his chest.

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Adam found himself lying across Lawrence's soft bed. The sheets were cool against Adam's naked body, and it felt good. He looked up at Lawrence a little hesitantly. He wasn't sure if this was what he wanted. But Lawrence only smiled at him, caressing his cheek.

"It's okay, Adam," he murmured, as if reading Adam's mind. "I can wait."

Adam licked his lips, looking at Lawrence's nude body. He had a perfectly toned and muscular body. He imagined that gorgeous man stroking his back, kissing him with those lips, and flushed, turned on.

"No…No, I want you," he whispered, a little embarrassed. Lawrence kissed him deeply, and Adam made a small sound of pleasure, opening his mouth. He ran his fingers through Lawrence's soft, blonde hair, then down his spine. The man shivered, smiling against Adam's mouth. He lowered his lips to Adam's neck, biting at the flesh there. He licked where he had bitten, as if soothing it, and then sucked at the reddening flesh.

Adam swallowed a moan, his hands pressing against Lawrence's warm back. Lawrence moved down to Adam's chest, taking Adam's nipple between his teeth. Adam gasped, arching his back a little, growing hard almost instantly. Lawrence licked at it, his eyes sparkling almost mischievously. He moved onto the next one, earning a pleased sound from Adam. He kissed Adam's lips again, his tongue finding its way into Adam's mouth. There was no specific taste in this kiss like there had been for their first kiss, but it was still a wonderful kiss. Lawrence was a passionate, strong kisser. He knew exactly how to make Adam feel amazing. Lawrence straddled Adam, brushing his lips across Adam's jaw, and grinded his erection against Adam's, looking down at Adam. Adam groaned, thrusting his hips upward, but Lawrence pressed them back down.

"Lawrence…" Adam mumbled, barely able to speak. His mind was racing and he was so hard it was painful.

"Not yet," Lawrence replied, pressing another kiss to Adam's numb lips. He made a trail of those electrifying kisses down Adam's torso, down to his crotch. He licked at Adam's inner thigh, messing with the soft, hot flesh there before taking Adam's cock into his mouth. Adam felt an explosion of heat in his groin and the bitter taste of pre-cum entered Lawrence's mouth. But that didn't stop Lawrence. He took it deep into his mouth, humming, and Adam gripped at the sheets, cursing and moaning.

"Lawrence…dammit…please," he begged breathlessly. Lawrence only shook his head, and sucked at the head. Adam shook all over, overwhelmed by emotions, his bones and muscle turning to jelly. He was going to come, and he knew it. One more explosion of heat, and then…

Adam woke up, his boxers sticky and wet. He was trembling, and wiped sweat from his face. Had he really just had a wet dream about Lawrence? He showered quickly, changing into a gray cotton T-shirt and a pair of black jeans. The dream had been intense…He felt a little aroused just thinking about it. If Lawrence was that amazing in his dreams, how about in reality? Adam blushed at the idea, more than just 'a little' aroused at that thought.

Adam looked at his reflection with a wince. He had the sickest black eye he'd ever seen – left eye – and it was hard to keep it open for long. There was a long, red, angry scratch along his right cheek, and his body ached horribly.

He picked up his camera, throwing the strap around his neck, and then took his iPod, limping terribly out of his shitty apartment. Adam was going to go visit Lawrence. Why? He just wanted to be with the older man. The very thought of Lawrence's name made Adam feel warm.

When he got to Lawrence's apartment fifteen minutes later, he knocked on the door, tapping his uninjured foot to the beat of the song he was listening to. The door swung open, and Lawrence stood there, a happy smile on his face, which then faltered to a look of concern. Adam threw himself at the man, burying his face against his chest, inhaling his scent and ignoring the stabbing pain he received when his bruised eye hit Lawrence's muscular chest. Lawrence's arms were automatically around him, hugging him tightly, securely.

"Welcome back," Lawrence murmured into Adam's hair, careful to avoid crushing Adam's camera. Adam nodded, closing his eyes, glad that Lawrence wasn't raining him with questions.

"Mhm." Adam made a content sound, a faint smile on his lips.

Oh, it was so good to be here in Lawrence's arms.

I think I love him, Adam thought, pressing his body closer to Lawrence's.

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