Luc nodded.
"Then fuck yeah, I'd do that."
This time, it was Adam who closed the distance between them. Adam who grabbed Luc and pulled him into an aggressive kiss.
"God, I want you," Adam whispered, as their lips parted. "These past few days have been killing me."
"And me," Luc agreed with a humourless chuckle. "Are you sure this place is off limits?" He asked. "I've got a fantasy about taking you over one of the barres."
Adam winced. "That doesn't sound massively comfortable." He shook his head. "It wouldn't be right, Luc."
Luc threw his arms up and stalked several paces away. "I guess I'm more of a deviant than you because I really don't see a problem with it. No one would know."
"Haven't we spent long enough fighting?" Adam asked, his voice weary. "Do we have to fight now, when we've only got a few days left together?"
"But we're not together, are we?" Luc said. "We're like two ships passing in the night. We can see each other's lights and hear each other's horns, but we can't get too close in case we crash and sink."
Adam did nothing but stare at him, which drove Luc insane. He wanted—no, needed—Adam to react in some way, even if it was just to stamp his foot and complain that it was so unfair. He'd take the childish gesture, or another kiss, or steamy embrace. He'd even take Adam yelling in his face, telling him not to be so fucking petulant.
"Maybe we should tell Mum and Dad," Luc said, when he couldn't stand the silence any longer.
Adam took a step back, shaking his head. "We can't."
"Why not? At least then everything would be out in the open. We wouldn't have to hide or sneak around. They might understand."
"Or they might not," Adam hissed. "Maybe when we're a few months down the line and weknowwe want to be together, and we’re sure this isn't just lust. But not now. I can't risk them hating us over something that might not last, Luc."
"Well that's just fucking great," Luc muttered sarcastically. "It's wonderful to hear how much fucking confidence you have inus."
"Don't be ridiculous," Adam said, as Luc stomped over to where he'd left the camera. "You admitted not five minutes ago that you didn't know if what we had was real. Now you're getting childish because I'm agreeing with you?"
To himself, Luc was happy to admit that he was being pathetically stupid, but he wasn't going to say it out loud.
"If this is nothing more than lust, why are we even bothering?" he shot back, before grabbing the camera.
"Where are you going?"
"Home. I've got work to do for the woman who actually pays me."
"Luc."
Luc didn't look back. He needed to be angry, even though it was unfair of him to direct his anger at Adam. He was mad at their situation; at how difficult it was always going to be for them to be together in any capacity. And yes, he shared Adam's fear that their parents would hate them if—when—their relationship came out. Because it would. Secrets always had a nasty habit of coming of out and theirs was an incredibly hard one to keep.
Chapter Nineteen
Adam
"Do you have your stuff ready?" Adam asked Luc, as he waltzed into the kitchen for breakfast.
They'd barely spoken to each other since their argument at the dance school, mostly because they couldn't talk things through whilst there was any chance of their parents overhearing. At least, Adam hoped that was the reason Luc had chosen to give him the cold shoulder.
Luc stared at him like he'd spoken in Martian or something. "Yes, but my train isn't for three hours."
Adam shrugged, painfully aware that their parents were sitting at the table with him. "Yeah, well, I've got something I need to do after I drop you off. You don't mind if I take you early, do you?"
"Adam!" their mum scolded.
Adam stared pointedly at Luc, hoping to convey in his expression what he couldn't in words:Trust me.
