"We have a connection."

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Adam slowly opens his eyes to the world.  The bedroom is filled with the Sunday morning light. His arms and legs are still intertwined with Isaac's, with them facing each other, inches apart, as they lay side by side. Adam smiles at the man by his side sleeping so peacefully. He hoped he had been gifted just as good a night's rest as he had been blessed with. He hoped that his darkness had been filled with light.  He blows at the stray hair which had fallen over Isaac’s eyes, if only to get a better glimpse of his face. The action, though small, causes the other male to move one of his resting hands to scratch the newly formed tickle on his forehead. It causes Adam to pull in his smile. For all of Isaac’s apparent flaws of not caring and insisting he needed to be alone, the hardened approach, here he was at his most vulnerable, Semi clothed, laced with another, Everybody needs someone, whether they know it or not. It's just a question of whether they find them.

Isaac opens one eye, then the other.  He sees Adam grinning at him and it instantly causes him to jerk his head back a little. “What?” He questions half amused and half serious.

“Nothing,” Adam replies. “Just, this is nice.” Adam lets his fingertips run up the bare skin of Isaac’s back. “I assume you slept well.”

“Oh yeah? How do you conclude that?” Isaac asks as his head once again nestles back into the pillow. 

“I guess I would have seen it, but instead I can't even remember what I dreamt.” Adam gives a reassuring smile.

“We should talk about that.” Isaac pouts as he looks down at the bare skin he could see of Adam's chest as it disappeared under the sheets. 

“I know.” Adam agrees. “But can we do it later? I just want to feel like this for a while, He leans forwards to kiss Isaac on his forehead. The action causes Isaac to feel that pull at his heart once again as he raises his face just a fraction to meet the other male’s lips. Light butterfly kisses are delicately placed as they subconsciously pull each other closer as if they were two halves of a whole.

Isaac pulls back, resting his head once again back down. “Y’know, I wouldn’t have been against just a booty call last night.  Why did you have to be all dramatic?  Is this how you get everyone into bed with you?” 

“What do you mean?” Adam exclaims, mouth slightly agape in amusement.  “Look at my face, I look like a famous Idol.  I could have anyone I wanted, but it seems I do not want anyone else.” He squeezed Isaac a little tighter in his hold. “We have a connection.”

“A weird connection.”  Isaac emits a chuckle.  He reaches out, pulling the sheets down over Adam’s side, just enough to reveal the shoulder which Adam had injured the previous day. He reaches out, stroking the area with a hand. “Does it still hurt?”

Adam raises his own hand to place on top of the other male’s. “Not a bit. Jojo gave me something she takes for her cramps.”

“What?” Isaac laughs.  

“It's just a strong painkiller.” Adam insists, but in his mind he still had the uncertainty as to what he had actually taken.  It had most definitely rid him of any pain, it had gone as far as to heal him, but it had also induced that dream. 

“Well as long as it works, that's the main thing.” He withdraws his hand along with Adam’s as he leans across to kiss the now mended shoulder, with his soft lips not ending there as the gravitate up the nape of Adam’s neck. The trail of kisses continue before they end up once again Adam's lips. Isaac uses his body weight to roll Adam onto his back. Lips press together once again, kissing longer, deeper as minds become adrift into that place where body and soul come together  as one.   Adam wraps his limbs around the man now nestled between his legs. Bodies pressed together, so close. 

Isaac pulls back,  just a fraction.  They are inches away from each other. Their breathing already at the point of change. He stares deep into Adams’s beautiful eyes. “So,  you're all better now?” He bites lightly on his own lip, as he momentarily takes in the other male’s face in its entirety. The invitation sent, but would it be received?

Adam lets a small curl grace his lips as he cards his fingers through Isaac’s jet black hair.  “I will be feeling much better very soon.” He replies as he talks low in the shell of Isaac's ear…