“Do you still want to go to Bed?” Adam asked. “The one at the movies I mean?”
Noah nodded. “Yeah. I hope it’s a bed in the back so nobody can see my thank you present for the house.”
Adam grinned. “I hear butter makes great lube.”
“Oh, God. Which of the boys got a butter flavored handjob?” Adam asked. “You know what? Never mind. I don’t want to know. Let's go shower before the movies. I’ll let you do dirty things to me before you wash me.”
Noah shrieked as Adam swept him off his feet bridal style, heading for the bathroom. “Fuck, yeah. I love Christmas.”
Noah’s heart swelled so big his chest hurt.
“Me, too,” he said. “I can’t believe we own a house. I’m going to buy so many dogs.” Adam groaned. Noah grinned. “Come on, you had to know that was coming.”
“Oh, I did. I definitely did.”
As they started undressing each other, Noah said, “I really do love you. Thank you for my house.”
Adam side-eyed him as he switched the water on full-blast. “You can thank me by promising to adopt no more than two more pets.”
Noah scrunched his face into a look of confusion. “What was that? I can’t hear you over the water. It’s too loud.”
“Noah!” Adam said, chasing after him and cornering him in the oversized shower, wrapping a hand around his throat. His voice a menacing growl as he said, “Promise me.”
Noah leaned into the dangerous press of his palm. “I make no such promises.”
“Don’t make me punish you.”
Noah grinned. “Do your worst.”
Adam dropped his mask, crowding up against him, hand tightening. “Just remember, baby, you asked for this.”
How could Noah forget?
Fuck, he loved his life.
ADAM
Adam scanned the packed movie theater, looking at each couple snuggled in their bed, ignoring the ads flickering across the screen. He homed in on the oldest couple in the place, tucked away in the shadowy corner of the theater.
“Come with me,” he said, snatching Noah’s wrist and dragging him along.
Noah frowned, trying to dig his heels in to slow their march towards his target, but he was no match for Adam’s determined stride. “What are we doing?” Adam ignored Noah’s cry. “Adam! What are you doing?”
He didn’t answer, just strode to the bed, only stopping when he loomed over the couple.It was a man and a woman, both looking to be in their forties, each with a drink in hand and a huge bucket of popcorn between them.
Noah yanked frantically on Adam’s sleeve, hissing, “What are you doing? People are staring.”
The couple cowered as they stared up at them in confusion. Normally, Adam would welcome the added intimidation factor, but, in this particular case, it didn’t work to his advantage. Instead, he crouched down beside the woman and gave her his most charming smile.
She smiled back almost as if she couldn’t help herself, much to the chagrin of her husband.
“I’m really sorry to bother you guys,” Adam said, doing his best to look embarrassed. “But it’s our anniversary tonight and I was wondering if you’d be willing to swap beds with us? Ours is that one right in the middle there. We’d be really grateful.”
“Oh, my God,” Noah groaned behind him.
The couple exchanged glances. “Uh, well…we reserved this one in advance for a reason. It’s our anniversary as well.” The man said, still seeming baffled as to how they’d gotten sucked into this conversation. “So, I’m sorry but I don’t think so.”
Noah tugged hard on Adam’s shirt collar, but he ignored him, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a huge wad of cash. The one Noah had begged him to stop carrying no less than a thousand times. The couple's eyes went wide at the bundled up bills, following it like Adam was a snake charmer.
