#shiphouse

So you don’t like being alone then? Is that why you never go home? James asks, reaching out and pulling Adam closer against his side. 

Adam hums quietly, closing his eyes, Honestly, this place feels more like home than the tiny apartment I live in. 

James leans his head against Adam’s, Well you moved around a lot right? Is that why you kept taking other jobs on farms before this one? Trying to find your home? 

I’m just really bad at being alone, Adam says, I wasn’t sure what I wanted to do with my life after high school and I got this job at a farm shoveling stables out. It was good, honest work that kept me ridiculously busy, I didn’t have time to even think about being alone, I kept doing it and then I got this job and somehow it’s become more than a job. He opens his eyes and pulls away from James a bit, Not that I came into this job expecting to be in a relationship with two other men. It just felt different when I got here. Bruce is great, you’re great, the farm is great. Adam shrugs, I guess I just don’t want to leave here. 

James looks over at Adam and then up at the slowly darkening sky, You know, I don’t see why you couldn’t move here full time. 

Out of the corner of his eyes, James sees Adam look over at him with a surprised expression, I mean, you’re always here, paying for an apartment and all the other utilities, that’s an extra expense you don’t really need... 

Adam stays quiet for a while and James is afraid that he’s moved too fast, that he’s overstepped some boundary, but then Adam reaches out and grabs James’ hand and squeezes it tightly, When can I move my stuff? 

James smiles softly and squeezes his hand back, Whenever you’re ready to. We can take half the day off tomorrow, move you in then. We’ll start when Bruce gets here. 

Adam hums and leans into James again, looking up at the stars, Want to go get another blanket and camp out here tonight? It’s been a while since we’ve slept under the stars. 

In a few minutes, James says, pressing a light kiss to Adam’s forehead. 

(When Bruce gets to the farm the next morning, he finds Adam and James curled up together in the bed of the truck, he almost doesn’t wake them but then James stirs and wakes up, groaning low in his throat at the pain that blooms along his lower back from sleeping in such an odd position. 

I hate your ideas, James mutters a little while later while he’s helping Adam carry boxes down from his old apartment. Sleeping in the truck? Really? 

You were the one who said to wait before we went and got another blanket. I was going to suggest a nice soft patch of grass. 

You’re both idiots who have terrible ideas. It’s a good idea that you two have me to keep you from getting into trouble. Bruce says, catching the end of their conversation. 

Adam glowers and James makes a face at Bruce but they don’t say anything because it’s true. 

Shortly after Adam moves in completely, Bruce’s things start showing up, but he never says anything about moving in. James doesn’t push him, knowing Bruce’s need for alone time.