Liar
“Hey, Guy. How’s the arm?”
Guy looked up from his sneaker, which he was trying hard to tie with one hand. “It’s... ah... it’s all right.”
“Liar,” Adam answered, settling on the floor in front of Guy, legs crossed, and tied Guy’s shoes for him.
“Thanks,” Guy said softly.
“No problem,” Adam grinned, patting Guy’s knee as he stood. “But seriously, Guy. The arm?”
“It’s...” Guy hesitated. “It hurts. A lot. My ribs hurt worse, though, a lot worse.”
Adam pursed his lips. “I’ve got Tylenol 3s, from when I twisted my wrist. You want some?”
“Oh, would you?” Guy smiled. “That would be wonderful.”
“Come on, then,” Adam said gently, and together, the two crossed the Eden Hall campus, making for the dorms. Neither lived on campus, but those who did had an open policy of letting their in-town duck friends stash their stuff at their places. Adam’s backpack was stashed at Ken’s, so that’s where they headed.
“Hey, Ken,” Adam greeted when they knocked on the door. “Came for my stuff.”
“Well, the room is yours,” Ken waved expansionally to the room he had to himself. “I’m going to celebrate with Luis and Dwayne - Luis snuck in some beer!” he paused. “You wanna come?”
“No, alcohol and Tylenol do not mix,” Adam answered.
“Well, feel free to crash here,” Ken nodded. “My castle is your castle. I’ll so be drunk later, hanging out with them, so you can sleep here. I don’t mind.”
“Thanks,” Guy nodded.
Once Ken had left, Adam retrieved his back pack and his Tylenol, settled beside Guy on the bed, and handed him a water bottle and two pills.
“Thanks,” Guys smiled thinly, tossing both back.
Adam grinned, and flopped back among Ken’s dozens of pillows.
Soon, Guy was lying listlessly on the quilts beside Adam, half curled up to his side. He wasn’t in any pain now, he felt so much better. “Mm... thank you, Adam. I feel great.”
“Just... don’t stress your muscles too much,” Adam said gently, reaching over to set a gentle hand on Guy’s head. “They might not hurt right now, but they’re still in tough shape.”
Guy snerked, and rolled over, tossing his arm over Adam’s waist. “Relax, Banksie...”
Adam snorted. “You’re affectionate.”
“When I’m on drugs? Oh yeah,” Guy giggled, grabbing Adam’s shirt collar, and dragging himself halfways up his body. Smiling stupidly, he beamed adoringly up at Adam. “I’m so happy you’re here, Adam.”
Adam laughed. “I’m happy too.”
Guy arched up a little more, pressing a chaste, careful kiss against the very corner of Adam’s mouth. “That’s for you.”
Adam chuckled, almost nervously.
“And this is for me,” Guy insisted, kissing him a little more firmly.
“You are all doped up,” Adam laughed, letting his arm drape casually around the much smaller boy, relaxing back into the pillows. “Maybe, if you want to do this, we do it in the morning, when you’re a little more... yourself?”
“Cake-eater,” Guy slurred.
“As gay, rich and as from Edina as I am,” Adam snorted. “I like white ghetto boys.”
Guy giggled. “You mean me, don’t you?”
Adam just laughed. “Yeah.”
There was a happy sigh at that, and Guy cuddled up to Adam. “So, we’ll pick this back up in the morning?”
“Sure,” Adam smiled.
“Sweet.” the other sighed, pleased.
Adam just laughed, raking his fingers through Guy’s hair.
“Excellent.”
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