It felt like Luc's chest was suddenly filled with helium. He thought he might float into the air he was so giddy with relief.
"Enjoy each other?" he asked around the grin that had spread across his face. "Do we have to figure anything else out right now?"
Adam shook his head. "I suppose not."
"Come back to mine tomorrow. Give Mum and Dad a few days to let things sink in. Theywillcome around." At least he hoped they would. If he thought it enough, maybe he could will it into reality.
"You keep saying that."
Luc squeezed Adam's knees. "Because I believe it. They love us. They're not going to turn their backs on us just because our relationship is a little unconventional. They're not like that."
"They threw me out, Luc."
"No. They asked you—us—to leave to give them some time to think. That's all."
Adam snorted and hooked his upper lip. "Do you really believe that? No bullshit, Luc. Don't say what you think I want to hear. Tell me what you really believe is going to happen."
"I believe that Mum and Dad love us both." He pushed himself up so he could kiss Adam again, his gesture nowhere near as tender as Adam's had been. "I think you need to let go of some of the tension you're feeling right now." He moved his hands to Adam's shoulders and massaged them. His stepbrother's muscles were tight and knotted. "You really need to loosen up."
Adam half smiled. "And I suppose you have a way of achieving that?"
"Of course." Luc brushed his lips against Adam's ear. "I could fuck the tension out of you."
He felt Adam shiver and hoped it was a good sign.
"Sounds good," Adam said, his hands moving to the small of Luc's back. "But I've got a better idea."
Luc raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"I could screw you."
Adam kissed, nipped and sucked at Luc's neck, almost certainly leaving a lasting mark. Not that Luc cared.
"I like the sound of that."
Most of all, Luc was glad that Adam's desire for him hadn't been dampened, or worse, destroyed, by their parents' reaction to their relationship. He stood and pushed Adam onto the bed, climbing on top of him as they kept kissing and touching one another, hands roving beneath clothing for a few seconds before they began to undress each other.
"Please tell me you've got supplies," Adam breathed, as he rolled them both over, so Luc was on his back.
"Jacket pocket," Luc told him. "I'm always prepared."
"Thank God."
"We're good, aren't we?" Luc asked, as Adam left a trail of hot kisses down his throat and chest.
"Would I be about to fuck you if we weren't?"
Luc chuckled. "I guess not."
"What was it you wanted me to do?" Adam asked, looking up. "Relax?"
Luc laughed harder, feeling the release of tension from his body.
Adam continued staring at him. "I love you. The whole world can hate us and tell us we're wrong, but I don't give a shit. I want to be with you. I've never wanted anyone or anything more in my life."
"You want me more than you want to be a professional dancer?" Luc asked.
Adam pursed his lips, his eyes sparkling. "Now that's a tough call." He kissed Luc. "Yes. I want you more." He swirled his tongue around Luc's earlobe. "Are we done talking about heavy shit? We've been talking in circles for the last ten minutes. There's nothing we can do to help Mum and Dad come to terms with the two of us being together. Thank you for trying to make me feel better, for trying to make me believe everything will be okay."
