Adam was ready and waiting by seven-thirty the next morning. He was wearing his best jeans that while comfortable, fit like a second skin. They accentuated his long, graceful, curvy yet muscular legs. His shirt was a beautiful shade of sky blue with pearl snap buttons and stitching in a western style. He wore his dress cowboy boots. They were black with sliver toe and heel plates. He wore his long hair down. He'd styled it into soft waves of spun gold. His sunglasses rested on top of his head. Adam lastly sprayed himself lightly with his favorite cologne, it was spicy with a slight fruity undertone. He looked extremely handsome.
Bret stepped out of the back door of the Helmsley house. His long hair was also down. He'd gelled and wet it so it fell in tight curls, a few strands fell across his brow. He looked more like thirty instead of forty-five. His sunglasses too rested on top of his head. His black jeans, like Adam's, were tight and showed off his strong, firefighter trained muscles. He wore a white button down with thin blue stripes that went from dark to light and back again. He wore it open three buttons, showing the start of his muscular frame. He was a very handsome man. He could be the "poster boy" for the Fire Department.
Hart smiled, Adam was coming down the steps of his apartment. "My goodness Sugar, you look handsome," the words fell out of his mouth before he could stop them.
Adam flushed, "So do you, you don't look like a bear today, Bear," he said with a flashing smile and soft laugh.
Bret opened the door of his Captain's SUV for Adam. Adam slipped in and fastened his seat belt as Bret slid in and also buckled up.
"Hope you don't mind, I have to stop for fuel first. When I use the car like this, I use my money to fill it. Not fair for your tax payers to pay for my shopping trip," Bret explained. He felt it was important for Adam to know he didn't cheat the tax payers like some people did.
"That's nice of you, I do work hard for those taxes to be paid. I'm starving, Cracker Barrel?" Adam asked as Bret pulled out of the drive way.
"Sounds perfect, there's one close to the antique mall. May as well start there," Bret said as he put the SUV in gear. The fire/police scanner ran in the background, mainly out of habit. It appeared to be a quiet morning in the Denver metro area.
Bret stopped for gas. While he filled the tank, Adam ran inside and bought some gum for later. When Bret came in to pay, Adam noticed the Captain bought the same kind of gum; Fruit Stripe. It made him chuckle for some reason.
An hour later, the waitress was placing their identical breakfast orders on the table. Both men had ordered "Grandpa's Country Fried Steak" platters. The meal consisted of two eggs, grits and two biscuits with gravy. It all surrounded a large country fried steak with a lot more gravy. Both also had orange juice and coffee. They tore into their food with gusto.
"I set a bad example as a doctor, don't I? All this fat and fried food," Adam said with a rueful chuckle. He knew it wasn't exactly healthy, but it tasted so good! That was the problem, if healthy food could only taste like fried food, more people would be better off.
"It's alright to indulge once in a while. It's not like you eat like this every day. Say, you need to drop by the station for dinner sometime. My boys are some of the best chefs in Denver," Bret said with a laugh and a bite of food.
"I always thought that was a rumor; about firemen being good cooks. I'd like to come, try firehouse food. Can I slide down the pole?" Adam asked with a laugh.
"It's true. Well, consider how much time we spend waiting for a call. Most of it is spent cooking or reading cook books. Only problem, seven times out of ten, as soon as we sit down to eat, once of the trucks is called out. Yes, I'll let you slide down the pole. It's not as easy as it looks," Bret replied with a smile. He could talk to Adam so easily.
The chatted while they ate. They also discussed how Bret wanted to decorate the new house. He told Adam he wanted something different, but elegant without pretentiousness. He was a simple man with simple taste.
After breakfast, they drove to the nearby antique mall. It had been a shopping complex, but when the brand new mall opened up, antique dealers got together and leased the space. Antiques from all over the world could be found there.
They spent the morning looking at everything from rugs to large pieces of furniture. They were in one store that sold furniture from the Art Deco period of the 1920's. Come to find out, both men shared a love of the sharp, clean lines and elegant designs.
"Oh this is wonderful. It would make a beautiful center point in the living room," Adam said as he stared at a large, beautiful cabinet.
It was black. The door was divided into six panels, each inlaid with a mother of pearl "Erté" design. An extremely elegant Pegasus with reigns that lead to the delicate hand of a beautiful woman. Another set of panels was of unicorns pulling a graceful woman in a chariot, towards the rays of the moon. It was the most wonderful thing Adam had ever seen.
"It's a true work of art. You're right, it's perfect. I'll buy it and we'll build from there," Bret said with confidence. He trusted Adam's taste.
"I wish I had the room for it. You'll have to invite me over, a lot, to admire it. These tables would go too, then those Erté chairs in that other store," Adam went on more like a decorator than a physician.
"I will, don't worry about that. If you ever want to move, I have plenty of room..." Bret had not meant to say that, where did his mouth get those words?
Adam looked at Bret, "Thanks, but the next move I make will be to buy my own home. I have a substantial savings, thanks to ma. I can't add to it yet though, at least not much. I have student loans to pay off. I try to do that with my pay checks, not touching the savings. Sorry, I don't mean to carp about it. See, Hunter, um... won't let me pay rent. I've tried, one year I paid them at Christmas, by New Year's it was all back in my bank account, so I quit trying. I feel bad about it, but it helps," Adam blushed a bit. Why was his mouth telling Bret all this?
"Shawn and Hunter are good people. They look on you and Jason as their boys. Good for you, it's hard to save money these days. Well, come on, we have buying to do," Bret said as he placed his hand on the small of Adam's back and guided him to the clerk.
By late afternoon, Bret's new house was furnished from top to bottom. Arrangements were made for delivery as he finally went back to work the next week. Bret wanted it all done by then.
As they drove home, Bret spoke, "I really appreciate your help. I couldn't have done it without you. It's going to be nice. Davy... he... would have liked it. Ten years, Adam, ten years. Will I be able to ever live without him?" Bret quickly wiped away the tear that ran down his cheek.
Adam's own hazel eyes were full of moisture as well, "I'm so sorry, Bear. I can't, well I can in a small way, understand. I thought Chris was my future, we'll both manage. You're a strong man, Bret Hart, it's what your Davy would want for you, to be happy, find love again. Who ever that is, will be one very lucky man," Adam spoke from his heart. Who ever captured Bret's love would be very lucky indeed.
"Hey now, Sugar, we were having a great time. I shouldn't have brought Davy up, I'm sorry," Bret said with a tone of regret. He was sorry he'd brought the mood down.
"Bear, don't ever be sorry for keeping Davy in your heart. Who ever you fall in love with next shouldn't care either. He will always be a part of you. You just make room for more love. At least I would," Adam said with a sigh. He knew what he wanted to say, he just didn't know how to say it.
"You're absolutely right. They would have to share my heart, because he will never leave it. You're very wise Adam, thank you," Bret said honestly as they pulled into the Helmsley's drive way.
"Say, what do you think about going to dinner with me on Saturday? I'd like to repay you for today. Let's go dancing, I'll take you to the club where we firemen hang out, it's a great place," Bret asked as walked Adam to the carriage house steps.
"Oh, I'd love to! Oh wait... Wade wants to take me for drinks after work on Saturday. I... oh... I haven't given him an answer yet, " Adam bit his lip, he hated to say no to both men, he thought about it, then continued. "I know! Meet us at the pub. I'll have my after work drink with Wade, then have dinner with you. That way, I'm not rude to Wade, and we can go to dinner. Would that work for you?" Adam asked hopefully.
Bret now bit his lip, "Um... are you sure Barrett won't mind? He might be offended if you went off with me, during your date with him," his words were as thoughtful as his expression.
"It's not a date! Good Lord, I'm not ready for that. It's just drinks after work. He won't mind, I'll even tell him," Adam said with confidence. He thought it was the perfect solution.
"No, I don't think it's wise. We'll go another time, I promise," Hart spoke with an older man's wisdom. He just hoped he managed to keep his disappointment hidden. Once he started back to work, it would hard to make time.
"To be honest, I'd rather go with you, Bear. You'll be starting back to work next week. We won't have much time then. Wade and I can have drinks any time. That's settled, Saturday night, I'm all yours," Adam said with excitement. He would rather have fun with Bret than hang out with Wade.
Captain Hart smiled, "Alright then. I'm looking forward to it. Saturday at seven then. Thanks again for today. We'll go by the new house first, you can see how it's coming together," Bret said as they walked up the stairs to Adam's apartment.
"I can't wait to see how that Erté chest looks in the living room, and that beautiful bed! That round head-board with the wood cut line designs and the mattress looked so comfy. Well, I enjoyed today too, Bear. I'm gonna call Jay, give him some brother time. Good night," Adam said he leaned over and kissed Bret on the cheek.. He went into his apartment.
Bret smiled, he was truly glad for Adam's friendship. It had saved his life, along with the help from Hunter and Shawn. His skin felt warm where Adam's lips touched his cheek. He liked the feeling very much. As he crossed the vast driveway, he stopped.
Bret could just see the mountains, it was Davy's time of day, the sky was just that shade of pink. "I miss you honey, and I'll love you; forever. Rest with the angels, darling Davy," he sniffed a bit and as the pink sky faded, he went into the house.
In the morning, Bret once again met Adam with a sandwich. Again in his office, there was a fresh bouquet from Wade. Adam just smiled and shook his head.
"Good morning, Sunshine. Have a good day off?" Wade asked as he entered Adam's office. The Englishman hoped Adam had made up his mind about Saturday. He decided he would make his first serious move sometime during the evening and he looked forward too it.
"Yes I did thank you. Thank you for these too, but Wade, you don't have to buy me flowers all the time," Adam replied honestly. He hated for Wade to waste money on him.
"I don't mind. They make you smile. So about Saturday, I was thinking the pub, then dinner?" Wade asked, his tone hopeful, his brow raised.
"Oh, about that. We can do it another night, I hope. I have other plans for Saturday. I'm sorry, I'd love to go though. The pub is really nice," Adam's tone was sincere, something told him to just keep Bret out of it. He wasn't even sure why, but his instincts were usually right.
Barrett did a poor job of hiding his disappointment, "Oh... um.. yeah, we can go some other time," he was interrupted, by Shawn's voice. They were being paged to the their first trauma of the day.
Suddenly it was already Saturday. Things in the emergency room kept them all hopping like fleas on a dirty dog. A lunch time brawl had broken out at a nearby sports bar. Several students from Colorado State and students from the University of Colorado got in a fight over a basketball game.
The hallways crawled with city police, campus police and EMT's. Several of the ambulance staff had to help with the minor injuries.
By the time they were done, Adam, Hunter, Wade and two residents had stitched over ten thousand stitches. They were all exhausted. It was nearly six thirty by the time Adam got home. He only had thirty minutes to get ready for his evening with Bret.
When Adam opened the door at seven he was ready. It had been a mad dash, but he made it. The only problem was, he looked ready to drop.
"Hey sugar. Shawn and Hunter told me about the brawl, they are already in bed. I have an idea. Let's call for some pizza, have a lazy night in," Bret said as he stepped into the apartment.
"But, you wanted to go dancing. I'm alright, I just need some food and a couple of cups of coffee. Yes, it must have been some brawl, we saw seventy if we saw one. My fingers ache from the stitches and staples," Adam said ruefully as he rubbed his fingers.
"Bah... come on, go put on some comfy sweats. I'll call for pizza, now go!" Bret said with a smile as he gently pushed Adam towards the bedroom area at the end of the apartment.
Adam just laughed, "Okay. I won't argue with a grumpy bear," he grabbed his sweats and a loose t-shirt and went to change.
"I'll be right back," Bret called out, after calling in the order for a large pizza with everything on it, plus double pepperoni. He dashed over to the house. He returned ten minutes later. Bret had changed as well, it was just a comfy clothes kind of night.
Adam smiled, it made him feel good to see that Bret want to be just as comfortable. Bret also smiled, Adam had lit a small fire and several candles. It made the place cozy, especially with the radio tuned to the easy listening station.
"I'm sorry to spoil your plan, but I have to admit, this is nice," Adam said with a soft smile as he prepared two glasses of iced tea.
The pizza arrived and Bret followed Adam to the couch. He put the pizza on the coffee table as Adam handed the firefighter a paper plate. Adam told Bret all about the long day at work, but he left out the gory details while they were eating.
Bret laughed, "Well, Hunter has been down that road before. Ask him how he got the scar on his forehead. Let's just say, your boss was a good fighter, when it came to defending Shawn," Bret said with a knowing smile. He then told a funny story about his college days with the slightly older Shawn and Hunter.
"On the things you learn about people you thought you knew. So Shawn was a "boy toy"? I thought he had earring holes, no wonder he keeps them covered," the doctor said with a tired laugh.
Bret didn't reply, but he pulled Adam's sock covered feet into his lap and began to rub them firmly. Adam let out a low groan, it felt so good. They were silent as Bret rubbed Adam's feet and the doctor relaxed.
"Oh, I love that song" Adam explained as a slow orchestral song played on the radio. He smiled when Bret held out his hand.
Adam let Bret lead him to the small space in front of the fireplace. They began to dance. Bret's hand barely rested on Adam's hips while Adam's hands were on Bret's shoulders. As they moved to the slow rhythm, their bodies naturally moved closer together.
Adam's arms went around Bret's neck as Bret's hands circled his hips, it wasn't long before the blond head rested on the firefighter's shoulder, his eyes closed, peace rested on his beautiful face.
Bret looked at the man in his arms. Adam looked so peaceful and... beautiful. Before he could stop himself, he hooked his fingers under Adam's chin. He pulled up gently, Adam's eyes slowly fluttered open as he felt Bret's lips on his. The hazel eyes closed as he moaned softly and deepened the friction of their lips. Bret let his tongue slide along the seam of Adam's mouth.
Adam felt the firefighter's tongue asking for entrance. It felt so right, he allowed it to happen. The physician opened his mouth and met Bret's tongue with his. It was so different. It wasn't plunging and invading like Chris' kisses, it was gentle and tender.
Bret took his time and kept their bodies moving to the rhythm of the music. He moved his tongue gently, savoring the delicious flavor of the beautiful man in his arms. He explored the velvety softness of Adam's mouth. Adam's tongue responded as they explored each other. Davy had been a great kisser, but Adam was even more responsive.
The older man was almost afraid to break the kiss. If he did he was afraid the magic of their friendship would be broken and things between them would change, maybe not for the better. He knew one thing; no matter the cost, he had no regrets.
Like all things, good or bad, the kiss had to end. Bret's hands had slipped up into Adam's blond silk. He kept his hands threaded in the soft tresses of Adam's hair as he ever so slowly broke the kiss.
Deep brown eyes bore into darkened hazel greens, for a moment the magic of the kiss lingered in the air, you could almost feel it enough to brush it away. Adam's eyes sparkled in the soft yellow fire and candle light. Neither really wanted the magic to end, because neither of them knew exactly what would happen next.
"That was... I don't know what it was, but I enjoyed it very much. I just... your friendship means more to me than anything. I couldn't help myself. You looked so beautiful and peaceful. I'm sorry if I... invaded your space, but I'll never be sorry I kissed you," Bret let his words trail off, he was saying too much, he only wanted for nothing to ruin their friendship.
Adam's fingers lingered in Bret's brown curls, despite the heavy gel, they were soft to the touch. He wanted to keep them there, he didn't want the moment to end.
"I don't know what happened either, but I promise you won't lose my friendship, ever. I'm not sorry for anything either. Bear, if I asked you something, would you do it; for me?" Adam asked in a soft whisper.
"Anything," came the Captain's simple reply.
"Kiss me again?" the doctor whispered.
With a nod, Bret pulled Adam in for another kiss. While still very gentle and tender, there was more power in the older man's actions, more desire.
When Bret pulled Adam closer, the leggy blond wrapped one leg around Bret's and moaned softly into the kiss. The older man's right hand stayed entangled in the long blond locks while his left gently caressed the younger man's back. Adam's hands matched Bret's as his leg rubbed against the firefighter's calf. It made the man emit a low rumble in his chest, making him sound even more like a bear.
When the second kiss broke, but something was there. They were just both so confused. Davy wasn't gone a month, Chris and Adam had just broken up. If it wasn't love, what was it?
Bret led Adam to the couch and they sat together. Adam's hands were in his lap as he toyed with the hem of his shirt, his eyes intently watched his fingers. Bret rubbed his chin, he was lost in thought as he too, watched Adam's fingers.
"Do you think, it just... sharing our sorrows? Something has happened... but what? I still want your friendship, I don't want this to make things... awkward between us now," Bret tried to put his thoughts into words. He wasn't sure if he was making any sense at all.
"Maybe, maybe. You won't lose my friendship, I promise that. Bret, it just felt... so... right, yet I'm so confused," Adam said with great hesitation. Things of course were awkward.
"The thing is, I want to just keep kissing you. It makes things hurt... less. Like there is hope for..." Bret let his words fade. He just kept making it worse, at least in his mind.
"The thing is, I want to just keep kissing you. It makes things hurt... less. Maybe there is more out there than Chris or Randy..." the words fell in a barely audible whisper. As Adam spoke the same feelings.
Bret reached over and gently lifted Adam's chin. "Talk to me, Sugar," he knew Adam needed to tell him something.
Adam sighed deeply, he launched into his past with Randal Orton. He told Bret most of it, but not all of it. Some of it he still couldn't talk about. When Adam finished, the tears rained down his cheeks.
He finished by telling the story by admitting that he'd treated Randy last week in the Emergency Room. "... and now with Chris, he knew all about Randy, promised never to hurt me. Then... well you know the rest. I don't think I can ever trust love again, that's why it's so confusing..." Adam ended with a loud sniff.
"I'm so sorry that happened to you. That explains a lot about why Hunter is so over protective of you. I can't believe you went through that and managed to finish med school at the top of your class, and your residency. You truly are a very remarkably strong man. But, don't let two people take away your ability to love, you have such a big heart and sweet spirit. One day you'll find the one who will love you as much as you deserve," Bret gently stroked Adam's cheek as he spoke softly.
Adam leaned into the tender touches, he so loved contact that was loving and comforting. "I had no choice. I mean over a hundred thousand is tied up in my education. I got good scholarships but, still half was student loans, I had to keep going," Adam said with a long sigh, more of contentment than anything.
"Still, not a lot of people could do that. Look, I'm not ready for a relationship either. Davy hasn't been gone that long. You're not ready for a relationship. We just... needed some comfort. It was nice and it was special, but it was just friends finding a little affection. We both need to be felt and touched, we got that, now it's back to friends?" Bret's words were half statement, half question. He hoped it was the most logical way to put it.
Adam took in Bret's words. He realized the older man was right. "You're right Bear. Where does all this wisdom come from? It was nice, but friendship is way more important," Adam spoke honestly. Their friendship meant more than a kiss, even if it was the best kiss ever.
Adam and Bret watched a movie, danced a little more and talked. They talked hockey, work, the new house, what Adam wanted in his future hose and other general subjects. They just enjoyed each others company. When Bret left the apartment at midnight, they parted with a small kiss, both men were content.
Sunday was shift change. Adam and Wade would work the three to eleven slot. It was his least favorite, but Adam did it without complaint. Shawn also worked the shift while Hunter stayed on days. They hated being apart, but it was the job.
Hunter was teaching this semester so that meant for nine weeks he would work days. Shawn would do his usual rotation. One week days, then evenings, then finally the night shift. Shawn felt he wasn't above anyone. He could schedule himself for days only, but it wasn't fair to his nursing staff. Shawn wouldn't ask anyone to do anything he wasn't willing to do. His staff respected him for it. Shawn always said, "Without respect, you have nothing".
Wade fell into the chair in Adam's office. He looked like he'd gone to the pub and stayed too long. "What is this? Why are we working this shift? We have earned the right to work days. Evening and nights are for the residents," his voice was gruff and his accent thicker than usual.
"Because we all take our turns. It's a learning experience for the residents to work different shifts and it keeps us alert and on our toes. When Hunter isn't teaching, he's doing evening and nights, so does Shawn. No one here is above working any shift. Wade, you are a good doctor, but you have to be a team player. If not, it creates upset. Upset makes for a bad work environment," Adam explained in a firm tone. The faster Wade became part of the team, the better.
"You're right, I'm sorry. I'm not in England anymore. I am here to learn, thanks for the lesson. Did you have fun last night?" Barrett asked, his tone and voice were softer. He reminded himself he had to tread easy if he wanted Adam's job.
"You are welcome. I stayed in, had pizza, that brawl zapped my energy. You see that a lot in England don't you? The soccer match fights?" Adam asked as he worked on the charts.
Wade laughed, "Football if you please, soccer is a kids game. Yes, we see a lot, lets just say English football fans are very loyal. Too bad, you missed a great band last night at the pub. A real Irish group, the place as you would say, was jumping," Wade said with a smile. He left out the cute blond he took home after a night at the pub.
"You want to make some points with Hunt? Write up a list of recommendations of how we could better handle a brawl like that. You know, be more prepared. Hunter likes things like that," Adam suggested, his brow raised. He really wanted to help Wade anyway he could, it was his job after all.
"Thanks, I will. So when can we have another drink together?" Wade asked politely. He wasn't giving up his quest to fuck Adam.
Adam stopped his work on the charts and pulled out his day planner, "How about Wednesday? We have the following Thursday off. Is the pub open that late mid-week?" the doctor asked his colleague.
"Sounds perfect. It's an English pub, of course they are open. We cater to the working man," Wade replied in an almost scoffing tone.
Sunday was quiet. Adam was sad when he woke up and Monday and Bret was gone. The fire Captain had returned to work and would be gone for days at a time. Bret was still staying at the Helmsley house, but only until his days off, when he would come pick up his things and move to the new house.
Adam hadn't realized how much he'd looked forward to his daily visits with his friend. The sandwiches, Bret made for him or the surprises of flowers. He decided he'd send a bouquet of "candy flowers" to Station 51's Captain. Bret could share the treats, and they wouldn't tease him about getting cut flowers.
Over at Denver Fire Station 51, Captain Bret Hart was slowly settling back in. All of his "free" time was spent with his Co-Captain, Jim Neidhart, catching up with things that had happened over the last month.
When the huge bouquet of candy flowers arrived on Tuesday, Bret smiled. He pulled of the card and read it: "Bear, I hope you are enjoying being back at work. I miss our time together. I'm here when you need me. All the best, Adam". Hart kept the card, then shared the treats with his men. Nobody teased him, as the alarm sent the station to work.
It was midnight on Wednesday, Wade had just opened Adam's door for him after parking at the pub. The blond doctor was surprised at the amount of people despite the late hour on a mid-week.
The majority of the patrons were older, English transplants to the Denver area. Even thought it was very close to the University, hardly any students were there, it was too "stuffy" for the younger crowd. The patrons were happy with that.
With his hand politely on the small of Adam's back, Wade led his "date" into the pub. A few people greeted Wade with a nod, he'd become a regular. He took Adam to the table in the corner where they had sat before.
They both ordered a pint and Shepherd's Pie. Adam was starving, "Thanks for this Wade, I am hungry!"
Barrett laughed, "I noticed you stopped bringing all those huge sandwiches for lunch. So no wonder you're hungry."
"Well, my friend I told you about, Captain Hart, had returned to work. He's the sandwich maker. I'll have to get used to the cafeteria again. I'm too lazy to make my lunch," Adam explained with a laugh of his own.
This bit of information made Wade smile, if Hart was now out of the picture, he could replace the firefighter's friendship. That could work to his advantage.
"Maybe I'll have to learn how make a good, American style sandwich. You need someone to talk care of you," Wade said softly as he reached over and stroked Adam's cheek gently.
Adam smiled with a bit of a blush, "I'm a big boy, Wade. I'm just, lazy. You don't have to take care of me. I managed just fine without Bret's sandwiches. Oh yay!" Adam exclaimed as their late night supper arrived.
They ate their dinner, then danced a bit. Adam missed Bret's conversation, Wade didn't talk much. When Barrett did talk, it was usually to brag about something back in England.
Adam did find out that Wade came from an influential family. His father was a Barrister and his mother was a popular OB-GYN. Wade had everything handed to him, while Adam had to work hard for everything. Wade didn't exactly brag about that part of his life, but he wasn't shy about it either.
At one thirty, the pub's owner called "last call". Wade had another half pint while Adam had a cider. The blond discovered he liked the lighter cider more than the heavier Guinness.
Two am closed the pub, by then only Adam and Wade were left. They were standing in between their two cars. Adam leaned on his Mustang while Wade leaned against his newly leased Mercedes. The Englishman had easily passed the drivers tests.
"Thanks for this Wade. I enjoyed it very much. I'll see you on Friday. Hunter will have another staff meeting after his class," Adam informed his co-worker. He smiled at Wade as he spoke.
"Glad you enjoyed it, Sunshine. I'll have that report ready that you suggested. Go out with me again on Saturday? Last chance before we start the third shift." Wade asked as he stepped closer to his fellow physician.
"Well, maybe. I'm not looking for a relationship, Wade. I was honest about that. I like you friendship," Adam replied hesitantly. He felt Wade wanted more.
"Come on, Sunshine. Give me a chance..." Wade moved in, his hands took Adam's face in them gently, he kissed Adam's lips. He kept his tongue to himself, as his lips rubbed seductively over Adam's.
Adam was surprised, but he allowed the kiss. It lacked Chris' fire and Bret's tender caring, but it wasn't unpleasant. Adam loved kissing.
When Wade backed off, he smirked. He knew he was a good kisser and that Adam had just gotten one of his best.
"That was nice. Okay to Saturday, but, Wade it is not a date," Adam replied honestly, warmly, but firmly.
"Great! I'll look forward to it," Wade responded, he then gave Adam another quick peck on the lips.
Adam and Wade parted and left. Adam didn't mind a bit of kissing, but he'd have to tell Wade again, these were not dates, he didn't want that. Wade knew he'd take t he first step, to his claim on Adam and his job. An evil smirk rested on his face as he drove toward home.