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For You

Chapter 6:
The same Beat

[Still flashback]

"Morning beautiful."

His words were soft and his voice low, as he watched Mitch waking up beside him. His hair was messed up and his flushed face was barely visible under the blanket. "You are adorable," Adam whispered sincere and with a small smile on his face. Mitch blinked up at him, still only half awake, as Adam brushed a strand of hair out of his face and chuckled. "Wake up, darling."

The nickname was still strange to use, but Adam's heart was pounding faster every time he saw the familiar gleam in Mitch's eyes. Finally he seemed to wake up more and stretched a bit, without leaving the warm comfort of the blanket. "Morning," he replied and favoured him with an honest smile. Adam couldn't hold back any longer and leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Mitch's temple.

A happy sigh. Mitch.

"You know I like them more when-"

Adam didn't even give him the time to finish his sentence, as he lowered himself down again beside Mitch. Their lips connected automatically and Adam closed his eyes, as he enjoyed the tingling feeling on his lips. His right arm helped him to keep his position a bit higher than Mitch, whereas his left hand found his way to Mitch's hip.

The kiss was slow, a perfect morning kiss, that was deepened the longer they continued. As soon as Mitch opened his mouth to let Adam's tongue in, his hand couldn't keep still any longer. Skilful fingers found their way under Mitch's nightshirt and stroked his hot skin tenderly.

As far as Adam was concerned, the morning could go on forever.

Sadly they ran out of breath at one point and had to break their kiss.

"I'd love to wake up like this every day," Mitch commented with a hoarse voice and a smug face. His eyes were glowing, his lips were swollen and red, but he looked incredibly happy. More happy actually, than Adam had ever seen him before. "That can surely be arranged, don't you worry, sweetheart."

"You like those nicknames, don't you?" Mitch laughed, before he stretched and gave Adam another brief kiss on the lips. Adam didn't have the time to reply, because Mitch already began to get out of the bed.

"You don't want to cuddle a few more minutes?"

"I should get back to my room or at least into the bathroom, before the others get up."

Mitch threw a hesitant glance in Adam's direction as he stood up and Adam got the hidden message. They finally had to talk about it, after things between them had cleared up. "Wanna take a walk in half an hour?" Before Mitch left the room, he nodded gratefully and smiled.

It was still pretty early, the sun barely reached over the horizon and Adam got a shock as he looked at the alarm clock. Usually he would sleep until 10am, but Mitch seemed to rub off on him. It was barely 7.30am. One other reason could be the fact, that both of them had gone to bed very early the evening before, because Mitch was still not up to his full health. A few days since the fateful recording had passed, but he still had a slight fever.

The time went by pretty fast and as Adam went down the stairs, Mitch was already waiting at the front door with a big smile plastered on his face. As expected everyone else was still asleep, so Adam used the given chance and gave Mitch a brief kiss on his lips, as he'd done before. "Should we go?" asked the Canadian with a low voice and already turned around. "Wait a second, you forgot something!" Adam took the scarf from the coat-stand and wrapped it carefully around Mitch's exposed throat. "You know, I don't really need it anymore," he complained, but let the scarf where it was. Probably because it belonged to Adam and had his scent on it.

"I don't care. It's cold outside and you are still sick. The fresh air will help you and you need to get out of the room, but I'm taking no risks." They left the house behind them and walked down the empty road. It was tempting, but someone could still see them. Without warning Mitch, he pulled both of their hoods up to hide their faces. Then he took Mitch by his hand.

The Canadian was in the middle of asking Adam what exactly he was up to, but as soon as their hands intertwined, he stopped himself. For a moment he looked down as they walked on, before he squeezed Adam's hand tenderly and glanced back up.

The thankful smile warmed up Adam's insides.

The bright, shiny eyes were back.

"My god, I love you so much," he murmured, "You have no idea."

"I actually do. Wanna bet that I love you more?" Mitch replied playfully and got a bit closer, while they continued their walk down the road. Instead of giving a proper answer Adam just chuckled and shook his head. Then he pulled Mitch closer and put an arm possessively around his waist. The Canadian didn't complain once.

"I really do," he whispered and put his head on Adam's shoulder, before his now free hand clung to the back of his hoodie. They walked as slowly as possible around the block, because once back home there would be no time for each other. Not in front of the boys.

The thought reminded Adam of why he had suggested the walk in the first place.

"So," he began uncertainly and took another moment to sort his thoughts.

"How are we going to do this? I mean… do you want to let the guys know about us?"

Immediately Mitch stiffened beside him and refused to answer him for a long time. They kept on walking, until Adam had enough of the silence.

"Mitch?"

"No."

It didn't surprise Adam, but the tone in Mitch's voice actually did.

"You know that we eventually have to, right? We can't deceive them forever."

"I know, it's just-"

A sigh, then Mitch stopped abruptly and let go of Adam.

"Look, I still have to get used to it myself – I love you, I'm sure of that, don't worry-"

Mitch glanced up at that point and Adam had to smile, because the Canadian tried to reassure him. It didn't help the fact that he became even cuter from Adam's point of view every second.

"-but I just have to think about the possibility, that the others could know about us, and I'm already panicking."

Adam could understand his feelings and to calm him down, he took a step forward and put his hands on either side of Mitch's face. He looked pretty worried and frightened at the moment. "It's alright. We'll tell them when you're ready, no matter how long it takes."

"I'm sorry, really, but I just can't at the moment." Mitch still tried to excuse himself and looked down, but Adam's hands forced him to look back up. "What did I just say? Right, don't worry about it. I'm not going to force you, Mitch." Slowly Mitch's tensed shoulders relaxed again and he leaned forward into Adam's embrace.

For a minute they just stood there, hugged and clung to each other for dear life. The silence in the deserted street was unnatural, not even a bird could be heard and the wind was blowing the fog over the lawns. It was the most peaceful moment Adam had ever experienced. Mitch's face was buried in the crook of his neck and his arms clung to it as well. His hands on Adam's throat were cold and he already thought about going back, as Mitch pressed his lips on his shoulder blade. He did nothing else, but they spread an unnatural fire through Adam's whole body. His hand stroked Mitch's back slowly and then found his way back to the other hand, already resting on his hip.

They were lost in their own little world, carefree and happy about the comforting presence of the other. Each breath of Mitch brushed against his throat and he finally seemed to calm down. Then he began to shiver. "You okay?"

The Canadian nodded, but a second later he admitted, "I'm a bit cold."

"We should go back."

"I don't want to let go yet."

"Oh Mitch," Adam replied with a low chuckle, "I'm not letting you go ever. I promise."

The small smile returned on Mitch's face, as he glanced up at his lover. The look in his eyes though was unsure and sad. "Don't promise something as important as that, Adam. Promises are made to be broken."

"Not in this case."

"…you sure?"

"Absolutely."