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For You

Chapter 5:
Blame the Night

[Still flashback]

"Hey, Mitch? …Buddy, wake up."

Slowly he opened his eyes, but the first thing he saw was absolute darkness. It took him a few moments to notice the soft light falling into his room from the corridor and the person standing beside his bed. Jerome.
"How do you feel?" he asked quietly and sat down on a chair. As soon as Mitch tried to sit up he leaned forward and helped him, until his back rested against the head of the bed. "Dunno," he murmured sleepily and rubbed his hands over his face. "I feel quite exhausted, to be honest. I'm freezing. What's going on?"

"When I went to Ian because of your coughing fit, Adam took care of you, but you fell asleep as we came back. I was about to call the doctor, but Ian said you just need a lot of rest, no recording videos and some medicine. Think you can manage that?" he asked sarcastically but smiled nonetheless. Mitch had probably scared him a lot back then. "Guess so. Say, where's…"

"Adam is in the kitchen."
Mitch had tried to be as nonchalant as possible, but somehow Jerome knew exactly whom he was thinking about. It scared him quite a lot, even though his best friend didn't comment on it. Instead he put a wet cloth on Mitch's forehead to cool down the fever. "That's good," he sighed and closed his eyes. Jerome continued in a lowered voice, "I'm just checking up on you until he comes back. We told him to go to sleep, but he wanted to take care of you after that horrible coughing fit. Said he shouldn't have let you record the video. I think he blames himself."

Mitch knew better than to comment on that and kept his eyes closed. Adam didn't blame himself; it was something completely different that motivated him to stay awake. Mitch remembered the pictures of their moments alone, as they were cuddling on the bed and Adam took care of him. He couldn't hold back and asked as casual as possible, even though he knew that it was hopeless, "So he's coming back?"
Jerome didn't reply, so Mitch opened his eyes again to glance at his best friend. "He is," Jerome finally said and had a big grin on his face.

Mitch turned pale in a second as he finally realized, what exactly was going on.
Jerome knew.

Before he could get into a panic, someone walked through the still opened door with cautious steps. Adam. Without saying anything he waved at Jerome, but as he found Mitch awake, a big smile spread on his face. "Hey! How are you?"
He kept his voice low and tried not to disturb Mitch, as he sat on the edge of the bed. Nonetheless his whole presence was a thousand times better than any medicine of the world could ever be. His soft tone, the sparkling hazel eyes and the careful touch of his warm hand… "Better," he whispered and couldn't keep his eyes off of Adam. Everyone got the hidden meaning of his words and for a moment he didn't care.

Better, because you're here now.

The light in the room was nonexistent and just because of the open door and the moonlight was it possible for Mitch, to see every detail on Adam's face. Or it was due to the fact that the handsome features were long since imprinted on his memory. Every wrinkle, every possible smile and the special look he gave only those he loved.
Exactly the look that he was giving Mitch right now.

And Jerome missed nothing of it.
The thought pulled Mitch back to reality, but as he glanced to the right, Jerome was already on his way to the door. "I'm going to sleep now, have a good night," he said in a carefree manner and threw a meaningful glance back over his shoulder. As soon as he was gone, Adam leaned forward and placed his burning lips on Mitch's throat. He could barely hold back the moan as he whispered hoarsely, "Adam, you need to stop…"

Adam ignored his words, instead he began to suck on the sensitive skin and Mitch's feelings exploded. One hand grabbed the brown curly hair, the other Adam's shirt. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he laid his head back and stared at the ceiling. The darkness made the situation more secretive and intense, especially with some of the guys still awake.
But at the moment he couldn't care less. All what mattered were Adam's lips caressing his throat, which was still sore from all the coughing. A bittersweet pain mixed with his desire to kiss Adam senseless and as if he could read his mind, Adam stopped his teasing and placed his red and swollen lips on Mitch's.

This time he didn't hold back the moan.

Every thought was erased from his mind, as he wallowed in the kiss. Nothing else mattered anymore – breathing became unnecessary, Jerome and the guys could think what they want and the panic and exhaustion disappeared into nothingness. His hands grabbed Adam's neck and held him in place, as Mitch intensified the kiss and longingly begged for entrance with his tongue. Even though he had his eyes closed, he knew that Adam was grinning, as he opened his mouth to deepen the kiss.

His hands loosened the grip around his neck, before he then grabbed Adam's shirt like a drowning man, while they battled for dominance. Slowly and unconsciously they changed their position again, until Mitch lay on his back and Adam was half sitting, half lying above him. In the back of his mind a small voice admitted that Mitch liked Adam to be the dominant one. Of course he didn't say it out loud, as Adam won their little fight and was now in control of the kiss.

And then things began to get out of hand.
Adam's hand pushed Mitch's shirt aside and caressed the burning skin of his abs. He had to break the kiss and gasp for air, so that Adam could place his lips on his throat again. At the moment he couldn't decide what was better: the soft kisses on his skin or the hand under his shirt, making him loose his mind.
It would have gone on forever and neither of them minded to go a step further – the feelings were too overwhelming to simply ignore the tension – if the itching in Mitch's throat hadn't returned.

"Adam, stop, please."
No reaction.
The urge to cough became stronger.

"Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop!"
The hand and the kisses stopped.
"Too far?" Adam asked concerned and removed his hand immediately.

"No, it's me, I have to-"
Before he could finish his sentence, Mitch turned his head to the side and coughed into the pillow.
"Oh crap, I totally forgot about that. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, relax," Mitch tried to calm him down and smiled, as he turned his head back to watch his lover. Adam relaxed as soon as the coughing ceased and lowered himself onto the mattress to lay beside him. As if it was a practiced manner, Adam put one arm on the pillows and the other around Mitch's waist. Immediately he placed his head on Adam's arm and snuggled with him. Both enjoyed the silent night and their moment together for a few minutes, until Mitch finally expressed his worry.

"Jerome knows."

Adam took his time to reply.
"He knows what?"

"He knows about that-… thing between us."
Mitch wanted to say relationship first, but he reminded himself that they still hadn't talked about it at all.

"What do you mean?"
Now Adam was just messing with him, even though his voice was unusually neutral. Of course he knew what Mitch was talking about, right? His voice showed his irritation, as he replied impatiently, "You know exactly what I mean, Adam."

"I don't think so."

Mitch contained a scream and lifted his head to look Adam into his eyes, as he replied emotionally, "My god, Adam. Jerome knows that I'm hopelessly in love with y-"
Mitch stopped as soon as he understood the significant meaning of his words. But Adam didn't give him a chance to withdraw. Instead he leaned forward and nearly closed the gap between them, so that Mitch felt his hot breath on his lips. He didn't dare to move an inch, as Adam whispered with a low and hoarse voice, "Tell me, Mitch. What does he know?"

One second turned into a million, as Adam captured his soul with his burning, hazel eyes.
No return. Never again.
And suddenly things cleared up.

"That I'm in love with you, Adam."
Every time one of them talked, their lips barely touched and sent a jolt of electricity through their bodies. No return. The moment of truth had arrived.

"Does he know that I return those feelings?"
For the first time Adam could hardly keep his act up. His voice cracked and he had to bit his lip to refrain himself from kissing Mitch again. As he fell more and more for Adam, Mitch noticed that his eyes had never been more alive than now. He could barely talk, as he tried to reply, "I don't know."

"Does he know that I long for us to be in a relationship? That I want to call you mine?"
The act was forgotten. The low, rough voice was replaced by pure desire. The tension pulled their lips together, until their breaths became one.
"I do," Mitch whispered longingly. No return. He was falling and nothing could save him.

And then they finally embraced their feelings and kissed each other into sweet oblivion.

One.
Nothing could separate them.

…or so they thought.

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