3 comments/ 25350 views/ 3 favorites Your Prom By: Ice_Tease The warm lavender bath water surrounds your body relaxing and exciting you at the same time. Letting the scents fill your nose your hands move over your body slowly as you tingle from head to toe. Your soft skin is electric to your own touch as you shift in the tub thinking of the night ahead. Sensing that you will run late if you continue to linger in the tub you slowly stand and grab your oversized white cotton robe. The warm material envelops you like a giant hug. You walk barefoot into your bedroom and sit near your mirror as you dry your hair. It's a time consuming process but you know how great it will look when it's finally done and how I will enjoy seeing your hair "done up". Spending a decent amount of time you finally get your hair in the up style you wanted. Even the aggravating task of doing your hair like this hasn't dulled the tingling sensation from the bath. Leaning forward you begin putting on your make up. Trying to concentrate is not easy as you can feel yourself getting slightly wet at thoughts of what is to come later. With everything in place you sit back and take a couple last looks before you get dressed. The soft make up tones are just enough to look elegant without taking away from your natural beauty. After rubbing some lotion on your legs and arms you stand up and get ready to dress. Walking across the room you let the robe slip off and expose your body to the warm afternoon air. Even with the warm air your nipples are semi hard with excitement. Reaching into your top drawer you remove a pale pink thong with small rhinestones adorning it. The satin material is soft and smooth running up your freshly shaved legs. Pulling it up over your hips the cool material covers your completely shaved mound, its feel sending a slight chill up your spine. As you tug the thong into place you run your hands over the satin material in the front and then over your bare bottom in the back. Smiling to yourself you reach back into the drawer. Pulling out the matching pale pink satin strapless bra you slowly put it on. The cool material of the cups lifts and holds your breasts firmly. With it clasped you run your hands over the material and cup your breasts lifting and adjusting them slightly. For a moment you close your eyes and imagine that your hands are my hands lifting and slowly squeezing your breasts. Opening your eyes again you select a perfume from the dresser top, something sexy to fit your mood, and place a small amount between your breasts, neck and below your navel just above your thong. Looking over your shoulder you see your dress hanging by the door, a pink satin strapless gown with a modest slit up one leg and a neckline just low enough to not show everything but daring enough to show a bit of cleavage. You slowly slip into the dress and tingle as the satin encompasses your body. Pulling it into place you zip up the back and adjust it accordingly. Placing a medium length string of pearls around your neck and some matching earrings you then slip your feet into a pair of matching shoes before walking over to the full length mirror. Your hands tremble at your sides as you adjust the last details of your gown and questions swirl around in your head wondering if I will like you in it and how I will look in a tux. The ringing doorbell wakes you from your daydream. Grabbing the pink gloves that go with your dress you hurry downstairs to answer the door. As you answer the door you are greeted by a large bouquet of long stem red roses. Moving the roses aside I lean forward and kiss you softly on your lips and whisper in your ear how beautiful you look. You invite me into the house after looking at me in my black tux and quickly set the roses in water as I tell you of the evening's events; a nice dinner for two and then off to the prom. When you return to the room I present you with a nice wrist corsage with three pink roses which match the pink rose boutonnière I have on. You quickly slip on your long pink gloves before I slide the corsage over your satin covered hand. Taking you by the arm I lead you outside to the waiting limousine which will take us to dinner. The driver opens the door letting us in and uncorks a bottle of champagne, serving us each a glass, before closing the door and getting behind the wheel. With the divider up between the driver and us we have all the privacy in the world; we sit close holding hands and sipping our champagne nervously wondering what the night will bring. The car slows as we enter the parking lot to the restaurant. Pulling up to the front door the driver quickly exits the car and comes to open our door. I get out first and turning around I take you by the hand to help you out. We walk arm in arm into the restaurant and in a matter of a few minutes are seated at a secluded table. Our conversation over dinner is relaxed as we settle down from our "big date" jitters and begin to truly enjoy each other's company. During dinner you remove your gloves as not to soil them and place them in a small purse you have brought. You flush with embarrassment as I tell you how beautiful you look and how I enjoy what you have done with your hair. The red blotches of embarrassment on your chest are a stark contrast to the white of the pearls and you giggle nervously as I comment on them as well. After our meal we leave the restaurant and are back in the limo on our way to the prom. This time we are less timid and our true passions are exposed as we kiss deeply. A deep soulful kiss is exchanged; tongues melting together, bodies embraced sending warm waves of emotion and desire over us. Our kiss is only broken by the stopped limo. We quickly adjust ourselves before the driver opens the door. Walking up the steps of the building we hold hands tightly and smile at old friends. Our first stop is the photographer where we are positioned with you in front of me, my arms wrapping around your waist pulling you tightly to me. The feeling of our bodies only being separated by several thin layers of fabric excites us both. After a couple of quick pictures we are inside where we dance and enjoy each other throughout the night, embracing tightly on slow songs which only fuels our desire more. My hands run over the bare skin on your back as yours hold me tightly under my jacket. Deep kisses are exchanged as my hands move over your silk covered body. As the night moves on you feel my cock stiffening against you as we dance, your nipples harden in your bra and your thong begins to get wet with more anticipation of what is to come next. As the lights come up we work our way out the door and back to the limo. No sooner than the door closes behind us the kissing and touching begins even more passionate than before. Our hands begin to move over each other's bodies as the limo pulls away. We rub each other's most sensitive areas through our clothes as I tell you the limo ride will be too short to do much else. Five minutes after leaving the limo stops again. We slowly separate as we hear the driver walk around the car and open the trunk. Clenching hands tightly we wait patiently until he opens the door. I step out of the limo and grab a back pack from the driver before turning and helping you out of the car. The unseasonably warm air flows through your hair and dress as you approach the large sand dunes separating the beach from the parking lot. A moment later I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around yours pulling you tight. The large harvest moon reflects off the ocean waves lighting our way onto the beach. We both slip out of our shoes and stuff them into the large backpack I am carrying before taking each other's hand and walking onto the beach. We walk near the surf and listen to the crashing waves of the ocean as we saunter down the beach. Walking in silence we soak in the surroundings and connect through our growing desire until finally I stop you and pull you close to me. Dropping the bag from my hands I pull your mouth close to mine and kiss you deeply. Your body melts from my touch as you know deep down you have never wanted to give yourself to me more than you do right now. Taking you by the hand I lead you up a small dune that overlooks the beach. Much to your amazement there is a canopy there with an oversized beach chair big enough for two people, a stack of drift wood and a small fire pit. I escort you to the beach chair before dropping the bag next to you and moving to the fire pit which is already stocked with paper and wood. In a minute a small fire is burning not really for warmth on this night, but more for light and creating a romantic mood. Your legs tingle at the idea of making love on this beach paradise. Crawling over to you I kiss you again deeply, my hands holding your head firmly to mine, our passion growing sending chills up and down your back. I tell you that I want to give you a night you will never forget, you smile and say that I already have. Your hands move over my chest and slowly push my tux jacket off my shoulders. Releasing your head I lower my arms and let the jacket slide off. Tenderly you unbutton my shirt. Slowly working each button free with your trembling fingers we both watch your hands slowly working down to my cumber bund. I release the clasp for the cumber bund from the side as you untuck my shirt gently pulling it free of my pants. Your hands are warm on my chest as you push the shirt off my shoulders. Your lips kiss my chest as I undo my cuffs and toss my shirt aside. I pull you to your feet as the fire's intensity grows and pull you into my bare chest. Your arms wrap around my back as you hold onto me tightly. We pull away only long enough to kiss as my hands roam over your back. Finding the zipper of your dress I slowly lower it. The warm night air blows over your lower back causing your fingers to clench on my flesh. I work my hands inside your dress and for the first time touch your soft skin. Pulling my head down you kiss me deeply as your dress slowly slides down your body, the soft silk tingling against you. My hands now roam your soft skin from waist to back as your dress crumples around your feet; you pull me tightly to your body, not from being cold but from desire. The moistness between your legs grows as your nipples harden inside your bra. With one quick flick of my fingers the back clasp of your bra is open leaving the back hanging at your sides. Pulling away from me just enough the bra falls silently to the ground while you press your chest into mine. Feeling your warm flesh against my chest I kiss you deeply moaning quietly into your mouth. Your hands travel slowly down my back and over my waist and to the front of my pants. Skillfully the clasp and zipper are undone by your fast moving fingers and soon my pants join your dress at our feet. Left in only our bottoms our bodies practically fuse together as we embrace. My hands slide up and down your back and over your bare bottom. Clutching you firmly in my hands I lift you off the ground in a giant bear hug and feel you wrap your legs around my body. Carefully stepping out of my pants I carry you, still in the full body hug, back down the dune. You ask where we are going and I tell you for a swim. In a few moments I am knee deep in water and slowly lower your feet to the wet sand. The water is warm against us and we hear the waves crashing off in the distance. Walking hand in hand we slowly move into the water, taking tentative steps, which is the hallmark of our night. Finally in waist deep water we pause and embrace again the low waves passing around our tightly held bodies. We lower ourselves slowly so that you are positioned back in my lap, my legs supporting you underwater as your legs wrap around me. You reach up with both hands and let your long hair fall about your bare shoulders and float in the water. I lean back soaking my head allowing the warm water to wash over me. Soon after you do the same, your wet hair pulled back by the water. The two of us float in the water intertwined kissing and touching each other pressing our bodies together becoming one in the warm surf. The heat of our bodies radiate to each other, me feeling yours as you feel mine. Finally we decide we need to move back to our beach camp. Walking out of the water still wrapped in each other's arms our bodies chill in the night air. As we near our small campsite we turn to each other and begin kissing again. My hands move down your body and I hook my thumbs inside your small pale pink thong, slowly gliding the wet material over your hips and down to your thighs. Leaning forward I kiss your bare shoulders and neck as I push your thong further down your legs. Once again my arms wrap around you as I walk you backwards over to the oversized beach chair. On the beach chair are two large sleeping bags laid out on top of each other like oversized blankets. I have you sit on the edge of the chair while I put a couple more pieces of drift wood on the dying fire. Not wanting to leave you for long I quickly move back feeling your arms wrap around my waist and your head press against my abdomen. Your hands move inside the waistband of my boxers and slowly pull them downward. They easily fall to my feet before I move onto the beach chair next to you. Our kissing and touching is soft and sweet like two virginal lovers learning each other's bodies for the first time. Slowly our legs intertwine as our mouths and hands move over each other's torso. My fingers glide over your breasts barely touching your sensitive skin. Your back arches as my mouth finds your breast. The touching becomes more intense as the fire slowly grows only feet away from our naked bodies. Feeling our needs are calling out for more you pull me between your legs and whisper in my ear. We kiss deeply as the head of my cock presses between your wetness. You inhale deeply as my body fills yours; our lust growing with each long stroke. Wrapping your legs around my back I moan as your pussy clenches against me. Finally our kiss breaks as we are both breathing too quickly to continue. I bury my mouth in your neck licking and sucking your fragrant skin. Your legs move down my body but stay wrapped around me as your orgasm builds. I quicken my pace with my hips trusting my cock deep inside you, the feeling of every bump and vein more apparent with each stroke. All of your nerve endings seem even more sensitive than ever before as every touch is like a small shock to your body. My cock swells inside you as I press my body against yours gripping you tightly. As I cum the warm fluid fills you with warmth and desire as your body succumbs to your own orgasm. Laying there, the two of us panting and satisfied, we kiss softly as we watch the fire slowly die. I move over next to you and pull one of the sleeping bags over our bodies as you move to put your head on my chest. Listening to my heart beating in your ear you drift off to sleep as I run my fingers through your still wet hair. In a few hours you slowly wake from your comfortable sleep your head still on my chest our legs still wrapped together. Lifting your head slightly you see that I am also awake. Without a word we slowly move off the beach chair and head back to the water. Hand in hand, naked in the light of the low setting moon we enter the warm ocean up to our ankles. Pulling you too me I kiss you softly on the lips. As we kiss more you feel my cock growing against your abdomen and your nipples harden against my chest. Slowly we lower ourselves into the surf kissing and touching until we lay next to each other completely wrapped into each other's bodies. The incoming waves wash over our bodies as we kiss in the surf. Ending up on top of you I feel you spreading your legs below me. Your hand moves down between our bodies as you guide me inside you one more time. The warmth of my cock is in stark contrast to the water that washes over us as I press deep inside you. We kiss and grind into each other in the deepening surf; the water washing over our bodies as the tide slowly comes in. Our hips move toward each other in a slowly increasing pace. I feel your breasts moving against my chest with each thrust of my hips and hear your moans growing louder and louder. Rolling onto my back you straddle my hips and grind your body into mine. With each passing wave your intensity grows as the cooler water stimulates your clit. My hands move up to your bouncing breasts and start to fondle your nipples. As your hands dig into my chest your orgasm explodes against my cock which swells at your movements. Not able to hold back any longer spurts of hot cum fill your body as you arch your back against the ocean. Your body, highlighted in the soft moonlight, glistens with ocean surf. Finally you collapse onto my chest, slowly straightening your legs against mine. After catching our breath for a few minutes we head out into slightly deeper water to wash the sand off our bodies. Eventually we end up playing in the surf like school children before retiring to our campsite. Handing you one of the sleeping bags your wrap it around your body as I relight the fire. With a couple more pieces of driftwood burning brightly I pull your body to mine. You open the sleeping bag with your arms and pull my body into your warmth. We kiss softly before sitting near the fire still wrapped together in the sleeping bag. As the sun slowly rises on the horizon we look at our scattered clothing. Moving out of our huddled position against the dune I reach for the backpack. Opening it slowly I produce a bathing suit and coverall for you and a pair of swim trunks and a shirt for myself. I quickly stash our clothes from the pervious night back into the bag before returning to you in the sleeping bag. With our clothes for the day laying near us on the dune we spend the rest of the morning wrapped up naked together in our own private paradise. Your Promises I want you guys to give me a full review on what do you think. I want you to be completely honest with me. This is one of my very first fiction in English, and it's a fanfiction. The pairing is Adam Levine and Blake Shelton. Anyway, English isn't my native language and I want to know my weakness, my strength... etc., as I said, full review. Don't be shy, I need your opinion, but be gentle, please. ***** Adam appeared at the door with a tray between his hands. He was wearing one of Blake's big sweatpants and a quite small tee. His hair looks like a hurricane just passed by and messed it up in different directions. "Doctor said you shouldn't move too much, Blake." He crossed the room towards the bed, which on Blake was laying, and put the tray on a small table beside it. There was an edge in his voice, and it made him sound so angry, but hurt at the same time. "For how long am I supposed t'stay in this damn stupid bed?" Blake hissed, settling his back against the headboard again. "I need some air." Adam didn't answer. He put the tray on the table then carried the table closer to the bed. When Blake looked at the two bowls on the tray, his nose, immediately, wrinkled in disturbance; one bowl contained vegetables soup and the other contained chicken, and though he liked chicken, that one looked lifeless, and he was sure it was like the one he had the other night, not seasoned. Adam gave him a spoon, then went to the wimdow and opened it; a smooth breeze immediately ruffled in the place. After he got back, he seated himself in a close chair, and started flipping the channels of the television. His face looked so pale, with dark circles around his beautiful hazel eyes, that were red and looked so tired. He lost a lot of weight, Blake could tell from how smaller his wrists looked and how obvious his cheekbones had become; he would have made a huge deal about it, if he hadn't been treated like a god damn prisoner. "I can't eat this shit anymore, Adam. It's disgusting." "That's all what you're allowed to eat," Adam replied immediately; he was used to hearing Blake complaining about the food he had been receiving for the past two weeks. "Doctor's orders." The tension in the room was so sharp it could cut into steel. Adam was refusing to look at Blake, and busied himself with the television. He looked like a robot. A pale, sad, angry robot. "Well, I ain't eating this shit anymore." Blake propelled the spoon on the table and folded his arms in protest. "Call the doctor and ask him if there's anything else I'm okay to eat." "I already called him yesterday, Blake." Adam huffed. He was trying his best not to explode on his husband. His sick husband. "He said, you have to follow this diet for a month. Now, stop whining like a baby and eat." "Call'em again..." "And say what?" Adam snarled suddenly, cutting Blake off, "I'm sorry, but my husband is too much of a baby to take responsibility for his own mistakes and follow a damn diet?" "What the hell that supposed to mean?" "You know what it means, Blake. Don't play dumb with me." Adam fumbled on the backrest again, resuming flipping the channels. "Apparently, I don't, Adam." Blake said, raising his voice. "What do you mean by mistakes?" "Just eat, Blake." Adam held back his anger. He knew that it wasn't the right time for it. "Adam," Adam didn't answer. His eyes fixed on the screen, watching people moving, hearing them talking but didn't understand them. "This ain't about my drinking habit, is it?" Blake asked, quite sure that it was. "Because you know, as well as I do, that this isn't the reason I'm sick." Blake said. He knew he was lying to himself, but wasn't brave enough to admit it. Despite himself, Adam gave a laugh out of irony. "Really? Then what was the reason? Your warm bed? Your good house? Your job? Or is it me?" Blake tried to deny, "I didn't say th..." Adam cut him off, "You know what is funny?" Adam shook his head, eyes full of pain, "Is that you actually think it's a habit." "Isn't it?" Blake questioned, but it was more of a statement than a question. "It almost killed you, Blake." "No it didn't. I know hundreds of guys whose problem bigger than mine, and they're perfectly fine." "They are not the ones had their own liver shutting down in the middle of the night, Blake" Adam finally turned to look at him, "So guess what, that makes your problem bigger than theirs." "You know what," Blake decided that the conversation should end there. "I don't need that kind of negativity from you right now." "My negativity?" Tears finally started falling across Adam's cheeks. Blake was surprised. "Well, I didn't need to wake up in the middle of the night swimming in your blood, Blake. I didn't need to sit on the edge of my soul, begging them to put your name on top of the freaking list. And I definitely didn't need to hear the doctor tell me that you might not make it." "Ad..." "I spend twenty - two hours, praying for a god I don't even believe in, begging him to let you live.." Adam breathing hitched, "When you came out okay, I was so relieved. You don't even know." he shook his head as if he was refusing to live this experience again. His body was shaking so badly, and his face was so red Blake thought it was going to explode. "Then...I spend seventeen hour..o-outside your room, not allowed to come in, b- because your immune system suddenly shut down." "I don't want to hear this, Ada.." "No," Adam raised his voice suddenly; he sounded too hurt. "You have to, because I didn't deserve this, Blake. I really didn't. I warned you for years to tone down your drinking. For years." Adam bowed his head, "If you'd listened... if you'd just listened, this wouldn't have happened." "Why hadn't you listen to me, Blake?" Blake couldn't spit not even one word. It was like, his tongue got tied, removed. He looked at Adam, who was crying like a kid who'd just lost their parent. It made him feel like shit. He'd never seen Adam cry like this before, and realizing that he was the reason, squeezed on his heart in the most painful way imaginable. He didn't know what to say or do that could comfort Adam; it was like there were ropes snaking all around his body. He looked at his food then at Adam, and thought maybe eating would calm him a little—after all, the argument started because of this damn ugly-looking, horrible-tasting food. He picked up the spoon again and started eating, keeping eras with Adam, waiting for any sign of comfort from his side. But there was none. Adam's tears kept on falling and falling, and each drop was like a knife skinning Blake slowly. He felt like punching himself in the face. He was a jerk who needed to be in the trash, or stepped on. He shouldn't have survived the operation, he should have died right there on the table—at least that mean that someone else would have gotten to live. Someone who was actually doing better to people around them— Not hurting them, crashing them under selfishness nor making them shed any tears. Time moved too slowly. Too, too slowly. And Blake started to lose hope Adam would ever stop crying. When he'd finished his food, Adam picked the tray up, but before taking it back to the kitchen, Blake gripped around his wrist, and stopped him. God, how many meals did he miss to become this thin. "Leave it here," Blake pointed at the nightstand. This way, Adam could leave the tray on it with Blake's hand still around his wrist. Adam did, then Blake pulled him gently to sit on the bed next to him. "Com'ere." Adam didn't look at him. His head was ducked, chin on his chest. There was no tears, but Blake knew that they were right there, refusing to leave his eyes. "I'm sorry. I know I'm an asshole," Blake stated and Adam looked at him, surprised with the statement. "to make a flower like you cry." Adam's tears just fell again, eyes refusing to look away from Blake. Blake reached for his face and swept the tears away with the back of his knuckles. Adam leaned into his touch, eyes closed and lips shivering, pressed together. "You deserve better, honey. I'm sorry." Blake apologized, Adam shook his head, looking at Blake again. "I screwed up." "No, don't.." Adam's voice chocked, holding on Blake's hand with his "Don't say that." Blake leaned forward and pressed a small kiss just close to Adam's eye, apologetically. "But, it's true, sweetie. You deserve the best." "I shouldn't have said all of that." Adam's breathing hitched. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to complain, or, make you feel bad. It's just..." "You were right." Blake cut him off. "I have a problem, I didn't want to admit it and I'm so sorry I put you through this." Adam closed his eyes to let some of the last tears out. "I didn't want to make you worried, nor cry. Honey, I didn't want to hurt you like this." Adam opened his eyes, "It's okay," Adam's voice was low, and hands gentle brushing through Blake's hair. "I'm sorry, too." Blake frowned. "What for?" "This conversation shouldn't have happened now." Adam bit his lips. "Doctor said I shouldn't put you through any kind of stress. And I did. I'm sorry." "'t's okay, sweetie." Blake smiled, giving Adam a small kiss on the forehead. "I needed to hear this." "It's just that..." Adam's voice chocked again, and tears started forming in his eyes. Blake comforted him, pressing kisses all over his beautiful face. "knowing that you might have not made it that day.. still kills me, Blake. I'm still too scared." "Don't." Blake reached for Adam's left hand and raised it to his lips. "Don't be scared," he kissed the ring around Adam's finger. "Everything will be okay, we'll be okay, I promise." Adam nodded, finally a smile appearing on his face, so small, but oh so hopeful. "Yeah." He whispered. Blake kissed Adam, and Adam melted into his gentleness, relaxing at the familiar warmth of his husband. "Gush! I love you so much, you little one. You know that?" Blake spread his arms all around Adam, hugging him so tight. Adam's face was into Blake's neck, breathing his smell, and his arms trapped between them. "I love you too." When Blake's arms finally relaxed around Adam, Adam adjusted a little and rested his head on Blake's chest. A hand on the exposed skin, playing with his chest-hair, curling it around his finger. Blake hummed, chin rested on Adam's head. "We should go to Hawaii, or Bali when this is over." he suggested. "Lay on the beach, eat some good sea food, ice cream..." Adam nodded once. "That sounds really nice." he sniffed, rubbing his face in Blake's chest. "It does." Blake agreed, brushing Adam's silky, raven hair backwards. "We'll have so much fun." "Or, we can just go hunting or fishing, you like that." Adam chuckled. "Yeah," Blake smiled. Then it was all comfortable silence. Blake's arms were around Adam's body, soothingly safe, and Adam's head was on Blake's chest, eyes closed, listening to his husband's heartbeats, magically matching his own. "I love you so much, Adam." Adam huffed a little smile. "I love you too." It felt like the could stay the whole night saying just that, and not get tired of it. "Good," Blake gave a devilish chuckle. Adam tipped his head just a little, quite confused at the answer. When he'd seen the smile on Blake's face, he arched an eyebrow. Blake continued, "Because what I'm about to do with you, requires unconditional love." Blake's hand slid along Adam's torso and down to settle on the back of his thighs. Adam huffed a laugh. "No, no, no, cowboy." He said, pushing the bigger guy away. "Doctor said no sex." "Just for a while," Blake said, arms strong again around Adam. "I haven't touched you for so long.." "No," Adam almost squeaked. back arched slightly, trying to keep himself away from Blake. But Blake was nailing him, pressing kisses on his bare neck. "Blake, please." "C'mon, sugar, let me blow your mind." "Blake," Adam had to call firmly, hands on Blake's chest. "Please, baby, it takes me really big efforts to control myself. I don't want anything to happen to you." "Nothing will, honey." "You don't know that." Adam said, nuzzling on Blake's cheek, " b'sides, I won't be able to enjoy it when I'm worried." Blake pursed his lips with a pout, "Fine, at least, sleep with me tonight." "Doctor said I shouldn't." Blake frowned, "Well that doctor knows damn nothing." he snarled, sliding down until he was lying on his side, "Come here, just for tonight," "Blake," Adam gave a small protesting whine. Blake didn't respond, only patted on the empty area next to him. Adam had to accept, Blake's expectant eyes were something he could never resist. Sighing, he laid on his back, head on Blake's arm. "Here you go," Blake mused as Adam started to adjust on his arm, "Come to doctor Blake, and he'll help you get better." Blake joked, hovering all over Adam. Adam couldn't hold back a loud laughter, a hand resting comfortably on Blake's chest. The effect of the laugh, waved through him and opened up his lungs for fresh air. "Yeah?" He whispered close to Blake's lips. "Of course." Blake assured, lost in his role. "Tell me what you're feeling, honey." Adam's eyes shone for the first time in those three weeks, "Hmm, let's see." Adam hummed thoughtfully. "Lately, I've been unable to sleep well at night, I'm sure you could tell from the dark circles." "Oh, definitely." Blake assured. "You don't have to worry, Mr. Levine, it's not serious." Adam's laughed again, teeth gently making out with his lower lip. "No?" "No," Blake shook his head. "It's 'away from my husband' syndrome, it's quite common." Adam pursed his lips to stop his giggles. "Oh really? And what is that?" "Just when couples have to sleep in different beds, they tend to be anxious and unable to sleep, especially if their partner is really hot." Adam wanted to laugh again, "Well, my husband is really sexy, you are right. But, the doctor said that we can't sleep next to each other for a whole month, so.." "I don't remember saying that at all.." "Not you." Adam played with the hair on Blake's chest. "You're seeing another doctor Mr. Levine? Should I be worried?" Adam bit his lips and shook his head. "No, don't think so." "Let me tell ya this, your doctor is a freaking idiot." Blake stated, "A guy like you is a cure for a sick guy." Adam narrowed his eyes playfully, "Are you flirting with me, doctor?" "Would it cause any troubles if I was?" "My husband might kill you if he find out." Blake's face got closer, "Is he the overly jealous type?" Their lips brushed, ghostly. Adam whined. "He's so possessive. He hates when my friends casually touch me, or when I hug them." "He must love you so much." Their lips brushed again. "Yeah." Adam reached out for Blake, hands soft on his cheek. "Please doctor, my lips are itchy, think you should examine them?" "What about your husband, Mr. Levine?" Blake asked with a smirk. Eyes glowing, looking at Adam like he's a peice of gold. "The examination requires me using my lips, would he be okay with this?" "Not gonna tell him." Adam closed his eyes, already expecting Blake to give him what he wanted. And Blake did. He leaned down and took Adam's lips between his, moving ever so slowly. Adam adjusted his head on his arms and melted in his warmth. Blake's breath was blowing on his skin, waving beautiful familiar feeling of content and pure peace through Adam's tensed body, relaxing it. Blake separated his lips with his tongue and hugged his with a fluid motion. His legs settled in between Adam's, and suddenly, Adam had to push him slightly away. "No sex, Blake." Blake's response was a smile. A gentle smile that threw Adam into the sun. He leaned down again and kiss Adam. Tongue slurping him like he's some kind of an expensive ice cream and Adam loved it, the priceless feeling Blake was making him feel. He wanted to feel him more. "My hair feels kinda funny, doctor. Could you examine it with your hand? I would really like that." Blake chuckled and complied. He trailed his long fingers into Adam's warm hair, grazing gently on his scalp. Adam took a long shivering breath, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of Blake's hand in his hair. "This is so good." "I could tell," Blake kissed Adam again, licking him just the way he liked, biting him with just the right tension and sucking him just the way he wanted. Adam marveled; he missed Blake's attention, his touch and his love. It's been over a month since they last did this, and gush, it's still Adam's best thing in the world. Blake's spare hand moved to Adam's stomach and rubbed in circles, something that Adam loved, especially after a huge fight. Blake knew him, and could read him like an open book. Adam gave a needy sound, loving how Blake's hand was moving in all the right directions. "Blake.." his whine was short, but so needy. Though he loved Blake's hand on him, he had to stop for Blake's sake; he knew how much it turned him on. "no, not that." "No? But my doctoral instincts is telling me that you love when I rub you lil' tummy." Adam's laughter flattered in the air, "Doctoral instincts?" He continued laughing, "What is that?" "Well, every doctor—" kiss " has 'Doctoral instincts'—" kiss "I'm surprised you didn't know—" kiss "that." Blake was still in his role. The glow in his eyes was so bright that Adam thought there was some kind light oozing out of him. Adam laughed again. He'd always hated when he laughed that much, because it always meant that something bad was about to happen. That night, he didn't care and laughed like he hadn't laughed in months. It was like their first date, Blake was beautiful, so beautiful like the first time Adam laid eyes on him. Everything was like their first, their chat, kisses, make out. Adam didn't want it to stop. If he could, he'd stay like this in Blake's arms forever. He would never get tired of Blake's face, shining blue eyes, his raw voice. He'd stay like this and he'll fucking enjoy every second of it. But suddenly, his heart was aching. "My heart kind hurts me, doctor." Adam confessed, the glow in his eyes still there, "Do you think you could give it a quick examination?" "Of course," Blake leaned forward, pulling the elastic collar of Adam's white tee-shirt down. His lips lingered from Adam's neck and down to his chest and pressed kisses and small sucking right on his heart. But the ache never stopped. Suddenly, Adam's eyes were leaking, and nothing he could do was able to stop it. Blake looked at him, "Does it feel better now?" he smiled, and Adam could hear himself laughing. But the tears still didn't stop, and... he couldn't feel his laughter. It was as if... he was hearing it from a recorded video. "No"Adam heard himself say, this time he could feel his voice. "Good," Blake gave him that big smile of his and leaned down to give him another kiss. Adam closed his eyes, hoping this would let his pain go. He didn't feel Blake. When he'd opened his eyes, Blake was gone. Just vanished in the thin air. And Adam was all alone in the room. It was just a memory. Adam's eyes stayed focused on the ceiling, tears falling down like rain, showering his face. Blake was gone. He closed his eyes again, running away from the sore reality. But his heart squeezed at the strike of another memory. ... "Blake," Adam mumbled in his sleep. Blake was behind him with an arm around his waist and the other under Adam's head. "Baby, your freezing, pull up the duvet." Blake didn't respond. Adam tried to move but couldn't because Blake's arm so strong around him. "Blakie," he giggled, twisting his neck just a little to look at Blake. It was when it electrified him. Blake was fully covered from shoulders to toes. Your Promises He couldn't feel Blake's breathing. Adam froze. Heart throbbing too painfully, and eyes swelling with tears "Blake.." his voice was shaky, too faint. Blake didn't answer. "Blake, this is not funny." He knew it wasn't a joke. Blake had never been cold; he was the warmest person alive, even during the coldest nights. "Blake, wake up." He closed his eyes, letting his tears fall. ... When he'd opened his eyes, he was once again, alone in the room, curled up in bed, Blake's clothes all around him and his picture on his chest and between his arms. He was staring at their wedding photo, tears falling off his eyes like it's the most natural thing. His eyes were in pain from how much he'd cried, and his heart was filled with too much sorrow that it was about to explode. He was wearing the last thing Blake had on before he was... gone, and his smell wasn't doing Adam any favor. He felt so close, yet, was impossibly far. Adam felt like there were knives running their sharp edges on his skin, leaving scars and pain. In times like this, Blake was the one comforted him, the one told him it was going to be okay. He needed him so bad that he was ready to kill for him. Adam prayed to the god Blake believed in, and promised to dedicate his life for him if he brought Blake back. Deep down, he knew it couldn't happen, and it wouldn't, still prayed with every fiber in his body. It was late in the afternoon, one day. Adam was in bed with Blake's favorite towel in his arms and his face buried in it. He was still praying for Blake's return, when we he heard the door open. For a moment, his heart flattered with hope, even when he knew best that it was impossible. A woman came in and immediately, his head fell back onto the pillow. It was Blake's mother. She crossed the room and sat right next to him. "Adam," she caressed his hair, gently, and it felt too much like Blake's fingers to not hurt. "Son, it's been a month now." Adam didn't respond, only chocked, shedding tears again. "I know it's hard, Adam. But, I'm sure he wants you to be strong." She comforted with shaky voice. "you haven't even touched your food." he looked at the tray on the nightstand, still didn't talk. She sighed, patting on his shoulder. "We're all in pain, Adam. I'm his mother, baby, it's harder for me." Adam shook his head, refusing to believe that there was someone who was in more pain. "It is, Adam." She insisted, "Baby, he's a part of me, my flesh and blood." She said, trying so hard to steady her voice, "Maybe you think you saw a part of him I didn't see, but that doesn't mean it's not as hard for me." Adam didn't respond. She patted his shoulder one more time before leaving. Hours passed, and the light of the sun passed through the curtains lighting the room up dimly. Adam was staring at Blake's face in their wedding photo, missing touching him, feeling him close. Adam could still hear Blake's voice: in the kitchen trying one of his weird recipes and complaining that he can't find the ingredients, in the bedroom dressing up for work at the school, in the shower humming, in the living-room watching a game, on the bed cuddling with Adam. He was still everywhere, and it fucking hurt. Adam swallowed. "You know," he started talking to Blake in the picture. "I changed my last name." he smiled, "I'm now, Adam Shelton. I know, I should have done this a long time ago, but, I was stupid and thought it didn't fit." "I wanted to surprise you when you get better. I was going to tell you after a good sex, maybe dinner, I don't know." A long silent minutes passed. "I wanted to have a baby girl with you. I... was actually quite excited about it." Adam confessed, feeling that he was going out of breath already, "I was going to argue with you, whether to give her a Christian name or a Jewish one... then I was going to let you name her whatever you want. You know me... I love teasing you." "I was going to raise her to be like you... Blake. Because... Because you're such an amazing person, the most wonderful man I've ever met." "You were the highlight of my entire life." Adam buried his face into the pillow and sobbed out his pain, "You were my life, baby." Long moments were passed in crying before Adam looked at his hand; there were two rings, one of them was too big around his middle finger. It was Blake's. "I was going to tell her about our first date, when you were attacked by that little monkey and then fell into the lake." Adam chuckled. "Then I was going to tell her how you propose to me. You crazy, jumped on the stage with Jonny cash, the security thought you were an attacker and chased us." He huffed another chuckle. "We had to hide in a storage room. That was a horrible place to propose, by the way. But, I really didn't mind it, because I was too happy to care." "You always... made me feel perfect, Blake, doing just little things, like... like smiling at me from across a room filled with so much better looking people." "Why did you waste your life with someone like me, Blake? I still don't know what you saw in me. I'm a fucked up person who screws things up." It hurt so much that it was cruel. Adam bit his lower lip until it was bleeding, body never felt so weak nor in pain. His whines sounded like a wounded puppy, bleeding in a corner. It was too much. "I'm in pain, Blake." he whimpered, voice was hoarse, "Why aren't you here to comfort me... you said it was your job to comfort me." "You said... everything was going to be okay, Blake." He frowned at Blake in the picture, "You never lied to me before," he admonished, "Why did you lie about this?" Adam closed his eyes. Tears was raining down, and pain was rippling through his cells. He couldn't remember the last time he was in so much pain, because he'd never been in worse pain, not even when his family kicked him out of the house, when he admitted he was gay.Blake was his everything he needed. Now, he had nothing. He woke up to people, calling out for his name, shaking him. He was awake; however, no matter how many times he tried to tell them that, they didn't hear. He watched his best friend, Christina, fall down to the floor, crying, and Usher on the bed tears glittering in his eyes. He got up, to comfort them and ask them about the reason why they were crying, but was shocked when he'd seen his own body on the bed, laying lifeless. He died. Though the urge to comfort his best friends was too strong, he had to go and find Blake. He belonged to his side. He closed his eyes, and let his mind take him to where he belonged. To where he could feel Blake. He finally could hear his voice. His deep, soothing voice. When he'd opened his eyes again, he was in their bed. Blake's arm around his waist and his other arm under his head. "Adam, honey," He heard Blake's voice, through the blur. He flattered his eyes shut and few drops of burning tears were squeezed out. "You're okay?" Adam opened his eyes. Blake was right there by his side, eyeing him with concern, "Blake," Adam lip-synced in disbelief. "You're okay?" "Blake," Adam started weeping again, sobbing out loud. Gush, he was such a baby, he thought. But he was too happy to care. "Honey, what's wrong, c'mon, get up." Blake removed his numb arm from under Adam and helped him sit down. "hush, what's wrong, hush." Blake tried to calm his husband down, holdinghim in his arms, and petting his back. "I missed you so much," Adam whined into Blake's chest, arms all around him, "Blake, don't leave again, please." "I'm right here, honey.. hush, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." "You left me and died... for a whole month," Adam groaned, "You lied to me and just went away." "Died?" Blake's eyes widened in surprise,"What are you talking about? Adam, are you still worried about my surgery?" "What?" "Honey, I told you, everything is going to be okay," Blake said, "C'mon, you lil' sexy thing, look at me." Adam tipped his head enough to look at Blake. "I'm fine, I thought I promised you that." "But you were dead," Blake chuckled, "That was a dream, love. Gush, you were crying real hard in your sleep." Adam looked confused, "But, I'm dead too." Blake sighed, "You don't look dead to me," Blake smiled, "You look more like a sexy heart breaker." he hoped this will soothe his husband a little. Adam buried his head into Blake's chest again and started sobbing, "I'm so happy you're here.." Blake rolled his eyes, "Of course I'm here." he said, fingers trailing through Adam's hair, "And I'll always be," "Now calm down," Blake added. Adam nodded, letting a huge shuddering sigh out, "I love you, Blake." "I know you do," Blake smiled, pressing a kiss on his temple, "I love you too, sweetie." Adam pressed a kiss onto Blake's chest, nuzzling with the hair. "I love you so much," "I love you so much too, now, can we go back to sleep? It's three in the morning!" "What?"Adam looked around him, it was still dark outside. He looked at Blake again, "Yeah... yeah, okay." Blake smiled at his beautiful husband and planted a kiss on his lips, "We should examine you tomorrow," Adam hummed, lying back into the mattress, "Yes, doctor." He watched Blake lean for another kiss, so he closed his eyes. This time, he felt Blake's warm lips on his, and when he'd opened his eyes, Blake was still there. After settling comfortably in each other's arms, Adam decided to make a confession. "I changed my name." Blake hummed, sleepily, "What?" "My name, I'm Adam Shelton now." Blake's eyes flattered open, "What? When?" "When you were in the hospital," Adam confessed, biting his lips. "I thought you didn't like how it fit," "I want to be completely yours," Adam admitted, looking like a bride in her wedding night. "From my name to my body, and I want you to be all mine." Blake's expression softened, "I am already yours, honey." They shared another kiss, so sweet and so passionate. Adam had never felt more alive. It was like he was given another chance in life. A chance to make it all better, to make it worth it. He no longer wanted to keep his thoughts from Blake, to think it was too early for everything. He wanted to start a family with him, be happy next to him. This dream showed him how much of a righteous person Blake was, and no matter how many time Adam searched, he would never find a person that was as gentle and as loving. He loved Blake, and was sure Blake loved him as much. That's all he needed in life. Blake's head sunk back into the pillow, "Goodnight, Mr. Shelton." Blake said, lips pressed on Adam's forehead. "Night," Adam mumbled, giggling a little. "Oh, by the way." Adam's eyes opened again. "Yeah?" "I want to adopt a baby girl." "Okay, easy there, buddy." Blake smiled, "Not all at once, want to kill me?" Adam shook his head, "of course not, Blake." "We'll talk it in the morning, 'kay?" Blake hugged Adam closer, lips on his temple. "You promise?" "Promise."