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It was another Wednesday afternoon, which meant that Elliott was on his way over to Adam's for another day of working on their respective artistic disciplines together. That day, Elliott had a bag with his sketchbook and pencils; it had been a while since he'd designed from scratch. He shifted that bag on his shoulder while he dug in his pocket for the key to Adam's place and let himself inside, poking his head around and smiling as he stepped in. "Hellooo?" he called, sing-song and playful, hoping that Adam didn't have his headphones on just then.

Adam Crawford

Adam popped out of the kitchen himself, smiling broadly when he saw who it was. "Oh, hey. There you are. I'm just making a late lunch if you want to join me? I forgot to eat again. Should be ready soon, if you're hungry?" Adam reached out, reeling Elliott in with a hand on his hip to place a gentle kiss on the man's lips.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott accepted the kiss and nodded before suddenly reconsidering. "Depends on what you're making," he said, only slightly skeptical. He didn't mind Adam's cooking, but there were some other things he had to think about these days.

Adam Crawford

"I didn't think I was that bad a cook..." Adam teased, giving Elliott a playful nudge. "It's my usual 'Gumbo.' Though I have brown rice this time. Just felt like having something a little different," Adam said, lifting the lid off a large wok of fragrant vegetables and spices cooking nicely with just the right amount of ground pork and egg to give it body.

Elliott Gilbert

"You're not that bad," Elliott said, smiling through the statement. "That actually smells pretty good. Um... sure, I'll have some." It wasn't as though Adam was offering him cake and ice cream. It looked like it was mostly vegetables and rice, too, which Elliott knew were good for him.

Adam Crawford

"Thank you." Adam grinned happily, setting the lid back on the food to simmer and pulling Elliott in close. "I'm just so glad to see you. It's been an odd couple weeks," Adam sighed, laying his head on Elliott's shoulder and nudging closer. "Oh, are you feeling better? You seemed... upset about something last week."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott dropped his bag and settled his arms around Adam's waist, rubbing the small of his back gently. "I'm fine. It was dumb," he lied, and tried to hold in the sigh that threatened to break past his lips. Instead, he masked the emotion with a smile, content to just hold Adam here in his kitchen for a moment.

Adam Crawford

"Hey, no such thing as 'dumb.' You're allowed to be worried about things, even if you feel like they shouldn't be a big deal, sometimes that sort of thing just... is," Adam said, rubbing soothing hands up and down the length of Elliott's spine. "What's wrong? Or was wrong, perhaps?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott finally let out the sigh, but averted his eyes. It really did feel dumb, especially since Adam hadn't actually noticed a change. Ryder hadn't either, but Ryder had other things going on this week. "I've gained like eight pounds over the past two weeks," he mumbled, feeling ashamed by the gain itself as well as how he felt about it.

Adam Crawford

Adam balked slightly at that, but did his best to keep his reaction as minimal as possible. "Are you feeling sick?" he asked carefully, statistics about how healthy weight gain in adults shouldn't be more than two pounds per week. That Elliott had gone double that was... at least slightly concerning, from a health aspect. "If you have a history of thyroid problems in your family... I don't know if those can crop up any time or not... but I know a very good doctor if you want a recommendation?"

Elliott Gilbert

"No, I'm not sick," Elliott said, shaking his head. He glanced at the pot still cooking on the stove, then back to Adam. "I'm just... slacking off or something. This, uh... happens sometimes." His voice was quiet, embarrassed. Neither of his current boyfriends knew what he used to look like, and he couldn't guarantee that either of them would stick around if they did know. Or if he let himself go.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, well, don't worry about it, Elliott," Adam said in relief, letting his hands resume their soothing pets. "As long as you're not sick, you've got nothing to worry about," Adam said, pulling him in a little closer with a tight hug.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott didn't think he was sick, anyway. He wasn't feeling any other symptoms. But that still wasn't really the point. "Except fitting into my pants," he grumbled, and let out another soft sigh, just a puff of air. He pulled back just slightly, so he could look at Adam's face, wondering how concerned he really was about this.

Adam Crawford

"You can always buy new clothes," Adam offered with a shrug. He blinked at Elliott's concern, not quite understanding why the other man was being so particular about things.

Elliott Gilbert

"Not sure how well it'd go over with the guys at the club if Starchild is suddenly more like a gas giant," Elliott pointed out. "They hired me to be sexy, and it's kinda hard to do if I'm jiggling in the wrong places."

Adam Crawford

"What?" Adam sputtered around the word. "Elliott, you're gorgeous," he continued to protest, leaning back to really look at the other man. "You aren't a 'gas giant.' You're so sexy. Honestly, I didn't even know you'd gained any weight at all. You carry it very well, for what it's worth."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott bit his lip and looked away briefly, before returning his eyes to Adam's. Maybe he was overreacting, but he couldn't help the way he was feeling. "It's probably not as obvious with these pants on," he pointed out. "But trust me, if I had on what I did at Pride, you'd notice."

Adam Crawford

"Elliott, I've seen you naked since Pride. I saw you naked just yesterday. Dancing, naked, I might add." Adam's soothing touches started to grow more persistent, needy, grabbing a hip here, Elliott's ass there. Just shy of being flagrant enough to call 'groping,' but with plenty of intent behind it to be clear what Adam was thinking. "You're beautiful..."

Elliott Gilbert

While Elliott couldn't argue the simple facts --they had been naked pretty recently-- he still felt a little bit like he didn't really deserve the praise that Adam was heaping on him just then. "Naked just means you don't see the muffin top," he pointed out, trying to sound a little more playful. "Anyway... you don't wanna burn your dinner."

Adam Crawford

"It can wait a moment..." Adam growled all but manhandling Elliott around to push him up against the counter. "I want you to know.... just how bloody sexy I think you are..." Adam's eyes locked on Elliott's as he slowly dropped to his knees in front of him, palms rubbing up and down Elliott's thighs.

Elliott Gilbert

"Adam..." Elliott breathed, looking down at him. He felt suddenly self-conscious, but it would also be kind of ridiculous of him to turn down sex when Adam was so very willing. More than willing, actually; he seemed actively aroused by Elliott's apparent lack of confidence. "Yeah- yeah, go ahead," he consented. "Just make sure you don't burn the food, too."

Adam Crawford

Rolling his eyes fondly, Adam leaned to the side and flipped off the burner. "All better. Now...." He licked his lips and quickly opened Elliott's pants, pulling his underwear aside. Now he could get at his favorite cock, Adam licked one long, lingeringly wet stripe licked from base to tip moaning quietly, as if overwhelmed by the taste of Elliott.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott sucked in a soft breath, eyes slipping closed as he reached behind himself to brace himself against the counter. "Yeah," he murmured, relaxing into the touch, hoping that he could forget about all his issues and just enjoy what his boyfriend was giving him.

Adam Crawford

"Beautiful," Adam said, tongue flicking up at the end of the stroke. And again, down and lapping at Elliott's cock. "Elliott." Adam showered praise at the end of every pass. "Want you." Constantly mixing pleasure with compliments. "My sexy singer."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott winced slightly at the praise, if only because it felt undeserved and a little overwrought for a simple blowjob, but he still wasn't going to make Adam stop. Well, he wasn't going to make him stop blowing him. "Shh," he whispered. "Just-- let me feel you, okay?"

Adam Crawford

"It's all true you know." Adam gave an exasperated sigh. "Even if you won't believe it. You're perfect," He insisted, looking up at Elliott plaintively, trying to instill all his love and attraction for Elliott into the look in his eyes as he finally opened his mouth and began working his way down.

Elliott Gilbert

"Oh--" Elliott gasped, and turned his head to look down at Adam, watching the way Adam's lips fit around him, feeling the way that his warm, perfect mouth enveloped him. And he wanted to believe Adam. Really he did. He just felt so... gross. But if Adam still wanted to show him he was desirable, by desiring him, Elliott would just have to accept it. One of his hands slid off the counter and into Adam's hair, tugging gently, encouraging.

Adam Crawford

Adam swayed into the touch, all but whimpering at the wealth of sensations flooding him as he sucked and bobbed over Elliott's cock. One hand falling from where it'd been pressed to Elliott's thigh, to massage and grope at his own cock through his pants, so desperately turned on. Adam's eyes, dark and heavy with lust, stared up at Elliott, begging him to believe how much Adam appreciated him, how much Adam wanted him.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott knew that everything would be fine now, while they were here, like this. While he still looked close enough to the way that Adam knew him. He tried to push the inevitable out of his mind and just enjoy the pleasure, as sweet and perfect as Adam knew how to give it to him. "Shit, you're good at this," he breathed. Good enough to make him forget, temporarily, that he was supposed to be feeling sorry for himself.

Adam Crawford

With another whimpering moan, Adam sucked harder, faster, deeper. He plunged forward, accepting as much of Elliott's cock into his throat as he could take and swallowing around the head. His fingers like claws at Elliott's thigh as he groped and pulled at him, begging without words for more. The whole time, he pawed at himself, needing more, but not wanting to spare even the smallest attention from what he was doing to Elliott to get his own fly open.

Elliott Gilbert

"Fuck." The heat coiled inside Elliott as his hand tightened against Adam's scalp. The touch and Adam's mouth and the intensity with which he sucked at him, groped him, needed him --all of it combined to push him over the edge, as sweet as always. "Adam--!"

Adam Crawford

Adam gulped Elliott's gift down, eyes fluttering briefly shut as he just tasted everything, so rich and thick across his tongue. Once he'd finished suckling Elliott through every stuttering shock and shudder, Adam released him, panting heavily into Elliott's groin, pressing his face against the crease of one thigh and inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you just... Elliott..."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott panted hard as he looked down at Adam, a smile forming on his lips. Whatever he'd been feeling before had all but vanished in the wake of Adam's ministrations. "You're... you're something else," he murmured, laughing as he carded fingers through Adam's hair. "C'mon, look at me?"

Adam Crawford

Pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to the coarse hair of Elliott's pelvis, Adam looked up and carefully pushed himself to his feet so he could wrap Elliott up in his arms. "Feeling better?" Adam asked genuinely, a sappy smile stretching his face as he continued to gaze hungrily at his boyfriend.

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah," Elliott said truthfully. He let out a soft sigh as he slid his arms around Adam's waist and pulled him in close. "Thanks to you." He had no idea whether the worry would come back to haunt him --it probably would-- but tonight, at least, he was convinced that Adam still wanted him. And wanted more of him, if that look was any indication.

Adam Crawford

Adam nosed happily at Elliott's cheek. "I think you're gorgeous and perfect just like this. You don't have to change a thing," Adam purred, his hands sliding down to cup the full swell of Elliott's ass, one cheek to each hand. "But, if you really have gained weight, and you're worried about it, you could always take one of my bikes. Riding into work really helped me tone up my fitness just that little bit. Helps me focus."

Elliott Gilbert

"I might consider that," Elliott mused. Right now he couldn't think about too much but the way that Adam was still touching him eagerly, still eying him with lust. "I've gotta go to work anyway, right?" His voice was still low and slightly musical, his hands drifting down to grope Adam in return.

Adam Crawford

"I find, half the time, it's even faster than the bus anyway. Fewer stops," Adam panted, rolling his hips against Elliott's in one long, slow movement. "You can just have the middle one. I got Paddy only a few weeks after it, I never did give it a name. It's all yours if you want it."

Elliott Gilbert

"Y-yeah," Elliott said. He was grateful for the gift, but his tongue skipped over the words. Adam was obviously hard, and still seemed to want more. "Guess I should thank you for it, huh?" he teased, his hand drifting down to Adam's cock.

Adam Crawford

Adam blinked, quickly burying his face into Elliott's neck to hide his expression. "You don't need to 'thank me.' I want to give it to you. Just because I care about you. That's all." The idea of exchanging gifts for sexual favors from Elliott, something about the jesting remark felt... off to Adam.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott laughed and shook his head. He touched Adam's cheek and pulled back, so he could try to search his eyes. "And I want to help you take care of this," he said, cupping Adam's dick through his pants. "Since you still like me and all."

Adam Crawford

"I will always like you," Adam promised. "What you look like has nothing to do with how I feel. You could abandon Starchild tomorrow and eat yourself into oblivion, and you'd still make me hard just by letting me blow you," Adam purred, rolling his hips against Elliott's hand more purposefully.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott's smile turned a little brighter, the heat reaching his cheeks despite all the other emotions swirling through his head just then. "I don't think I've ever been with anyone like you before," he said, breath hot on Adam's face. He pressed a little harder, then reached down with his other hand too, and unfastened Adam's pants, so he could stroke him more purposefully.

Adam Crawford

"Good, wouldn't want to be accused of being unoriginal, would I?" Adam gasped, eyes flicking down to watch Elliott's hand beating a steady pace over him. "Fucckk...."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott chuckled darkly. "Not at all," he murmured, and laid his other hand on Adam's hip, to guide him back and switch their places. "Here. Relax. I've got you." He knelt in front of Adam, continuing to look up at him and stroke him, before he slid his mouth down around him, slow and easy.

Adam Crawford

"Oh- Jesus Christ... Hn." Adam whined, thighs spread, elbows bent back to grip at the counter. He bit his lips anxiously, trying to reel himself back in from the edge already. He wanted this to last longer than just minutes. "Fuck, Elliott. You're so hot... Don't stop..."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott did as asked, fast and then slowly on the upstroke, his tongue trailing behind his lips. Adam was heavy already, heavy and thick, fitting perfectly in Elliott's mouth. He loved the way Adam felt, loved the sounds he made, the praise only encouraging him to do more. His hand came up to curl around Adam's cock, joining his mouth in giving him pleasure.

Adam Crawford

"Ah..." Adam gasped, toes curling against the linoleum. A spot of drool slipped from Elliott's mouth, past his fingers to trail down the inside of Adam's thigh, making him shudder at the sudden chill. "God- You're so good at that... I'm- gonna come, Elliott... Can't- Oh shit..." Adam clung to the counter for dear life, his back arching as his balls began to tighten.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott just sealed his mouth tighter around him, relaxing in preparation to accept everything Adam gave him. And he did, swallowing all of it eagerly, even licking his lips when he was done. He turned his eyes up to Adam, smirking a bit as he tucked him back into his pants. "You're beautiful, y'know," he said, his voice just a little hoarse.

Adam Crawford

Adam chuckled dryly, slumped against the counter in the wake of his orgasm. "Thanks..." He reached out, cupping Elliott's smooth cheek. "That was... You are so gorgeous. I can't tell you how much you turn me on sometimes..." Adam's thumb brushed over Elliott's Cheekbone. "Now that we've worked up an appetite... lunch?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott smiled, nuzzling softly into the touch. "Lunch," he agreed with a little laugh. "And maybe later we can see what else we can get up to?"

Adam Crawford

A devious smirk curved Adam's lips. "Maybe we can," he rumbled, pulling Elliott into a scorching kiss. "What do you say...?" Adam's hands played over Elliott's ass as he whispered into the man's ear. "Think you might be up for letting me fuck you later?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott was pretty sure that Adam was strangely into the way that even his ass had gotten bigger lately, but he was supposed to have forgotten about it, and it's not like he didn't want to be fucked. He just grinned as he hooked fingers into Adam's belt loops, pulling him closer. "Yeah. I think I might be up for that," he said.

Adam Crawford

"Good, because I would fuck you all night long just to show you how hot I think you are," Adam promised with a smile that dimpled his cheeks. He pressed one last kiss to Elliott's nose, before stepping away and reaching for the stove to turn it back on and finish heating their meal.

Elliott Gilbert

"Oh, you would, would you?" Elliott asked with a smile. He turned to the cabinets to get bowls and utensils for both of them. "You really do think I'm still hot, huh?" He knew what the answer would be --Adam had been telling him all day-- but he still found it hard to believe.

Adam Crawford

"I think you're so sexy, should I spend too long in your presence, I risk going mad with lust," Adam teased, though there was a note of sincerity behind it. Adam really did find Elliott that attractive. Any weight he may have gained hadn't done a thing to dull Adam's interest in him.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott rolled his eyes, but Adam was actually being pretty cute. "Guess I should come over all covered up next time," he teased right back. "Don't want you to actually lose your mind or anything."

Adam Crawford

"It would be a small price to pay in order to look at you until I'd had my fill of it." Adam said over his shoulder, as if he really couldn't stop staring at his boyfriend as Elliott set the table. "You are gorgeous. I cannot impress that enough. Even if you can't believe in yourself, believe in me..." Adam murmured, reaching out to Elliott again, just wanting to keep him close while the food finished heating.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott turned and faced Adam then, content to stay close. "I'll try," he said. He usually wasn't so self-conscious and meek about... anything, really. Not since he'd been a kid.

Adam Crawford

Adam smiled, tipping their heads together fondly as he held Elliott close. "It's okay. Take all the time you need. I mean, 'reassuring' you isn't much of a hardship considering... You know how much I like having sex with you, after all." Adam softened his words with a gentle kiss. "Everyone has something; I promise, you don't ever have to feel embarrassed by this with me."

Elliott Gilbert

"Everyone?" Elliott asked skeptically. He knew about Ryder's dyslexia and parental problems --although the latter had only just come to light-- but as far as he was aware, Adam's life had been pretty normal. He hadn't exhibited any particular hangups about anything as long as Elliott had known him. "Even you?"

Adam Crawford

"Even me," Adam confirmed, trying to ignore the sudden flush creeping up his neck. "It's human nature. Nobody is perfect." Adam sighed deeply stirring the gumbo for a distraction. Though, it didn't need it, and was pretty much ready for them to eat by now. "I suppose it's only fair I tell you mine, huh?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Only if you want to," Elliott said. He didn't want to press too hard, even though he was sort of curious now. "You can tell me later, if that'd be better..."

Adam Crawford

"No..." Adam inhaled slowly, tugging Elliott closer. "It's something you should know, and waiting won't really make it easier to tell you so..." Adam trailed off, continuing to stir the food methodically. When it seemed he wasn't going to speak after all, Adam sighed. "I have ADHD. A rather severe case of it." Once he started, the rest came out in a hurried rush. "I take medication and keep lists and notes to help control it, but sometimes... bad days, I just- can't remember anything; and I find myself walking in circles, staring at walls and-" Adam stopped himself, squeezing Elliott tightly against his side, though he continued to stare at the stirring pot.

"The worst is when I disappoint someone. I forgot to leave, so I could spend time with Ryder before work --this was a few weeks ago now-- When he told me how disappointed he was, that he wouldn't be able to see me... I called out sick and went straight to his place. I hate when my ADHD makes me do that, hurt someone."

Elliott Gilbert

"Oh," Elliott said, face falling in sympathy. He slid his arm around Adam's waist, and pressed a kiss to his hair. "Oh, babe, I had no idea..." He pulled back only slightly, so he could try to read Adam's face again. But he was just looking at the pot. "Which probably means either I'm oblivious, or you've got it mostly under control..." It did explain a few things, though. Like the intensity that Adam worked with, when he got in the zone sketching. The way that sometimes Adam seemed distracted, or on a different plane entirely. It probably even explained the way he didn't care for crowds at clubs. None of it was bad, though. None of it got in the way of anything, as far as Elliott had experienced. But now he knew, and that would help.

Adam Crawford

Adam nodded, forcing himself to stop stirring and look up at Elliott, a slight fear behind his eyes. When he didn't see any judgment or even confusion, just simple acceptance, Adam melted against Elliott's side, wrapping him up into a tight hug. "I knew you wouldn't care, but... there's that difference between knowing and knowing," Adam murmured into Elliott's skin, clinging tightly. After a few moments, he added, "I love you."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott returned the hug, smiling more easily, now that he knew something more about his boyfriend. Something that could only help their relationship. "I love you, too," he said. "You're really okay, though? You're... it's not making problems for you with work or anything?"

Adam Crawford

"No, Work's easy." Adam smiled. "Just mix drinks and speak with my accent and I'm good. S'why I'm able to text with you and Ryder when I'm on shift. And I think it helps me with my art. I can focus with this hyper rigidity, and get so much done on so many projects at once. So, it's not all bad... but when it's bad... I hate when it's bad," Adam sighed, shaking his head at himself.

Elliott Gilbert

"What happens when it's bad?" Elliott asked, frowning with some concern. "Just... forgetting things, like you said happened with Ryder?"

Adam Crawford

Adam nodded. "That, sometimes just can't work at all. It's like trying to focus with a bad headcold after a sleepless night, but without the bags under your eyes or the stuffy nose. Just... nothing works right. I'll stare at my bike for twenty seconds trying to remember how the kickstand works. Whenever that happens, I try to take it easy, find some time to meditate, stare at the clouds, find something to latch onto and try to ride it back to focus on more useful things, but usually a good night's sleep will fix me up either way."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott pulled in a little closer, and pressed soft kisses to Adam's face. "If there's anything I can do to help... just let me know?" he asked. His hand reached down and found Adam's, and he squeezed it gently, trying to reassure him

Adam Crawford

"Thank you, I will," Adam hummed, laying his head on Elliott's shoulder and tangling their fingers together. "Generally, it's not a problem, but when it is, just fewer things to do, not having to make any big decisions... Quiet and relaxation... And support." Adam added at the end, bringing their hands up and kissing Elliott's knuckles.

Elliott Gilbert

"Alright," Elliott said. "Just let me know if there's ever anything you need, okay?" he requested. He pressed another kiss to Adam's temple, and then to his lips, soft and sweet. "Let's eat."

Adam Crawford