Adam ... part 10

[gideon]

Following my unscheduled scare in the ocean, Adam decided that the best course of action was hot showers followed by dinner out.

“What do you say we go to the diner and have ourselves a total binge?”

I nodded compliantly to what was really more a statement of intent than a question, for Adam’s role as decision maker was beyond dispute. For as long as I’d known him he had possessed a natural maturity and assertive personality, and it never failed to fascinate me. As a mere office “junior”, Adam had always been unusually confident and self-assured among his older, more experienced colleagues. The way they would meekly defer to his decisions and opinions was something I found strangely arousing. Now that Adam could back his air of authority with a body rippling with no-nonsense muscle, my submissive fate was sealed.

So when Adam ordered me to the bathroom to have the first shower, I obediently complied. By the time he had showered and was completing his grooming, I was perched expectantly on the edge of the bed, scrubbed and dressed for dinner. I studied him through the open door of the bathroom as he shaved off his growing beard. I trembled in adoration as his muscular arms rippled and pulsed to every deft sweep of the razor. I sighed. He had truly become an awesome alpha male, while I was sure that the gangly legs I now idly kicked so impatiently looked like they might belong to a pubescent 15 year old.

When he eventually emerged from the bathroom, he squeezed his muscular body into a simple combination of jet black T shirt and shorts, both of which were now ridiculously tight-fitting. I stared, expecting the material to explode apart at any second. Winking at my curiosity, he recklessly threw a “most muscular” pose. The garments stretched in protest but managed to survive the assault, which I thought was a credit to the makers.

“Guess it’s time I did some shopping” he said, stating the obvious. “My wardrobe just isn’t coping with my expansion plans.”

I smiled at his humor, hoping he wouldn’t spot the raging hard-on that was tenting my shorts. Adam looked so manly and intimidating in his black garb I just didn’t know how I was going to conceal my hopeless yearning for him from public scrutiny. But I was sure that Adam would be such a sensation at the diner that no one would pay much attention to me. As we headed for the front door, I snatched up the car keys out of habit.

“Don’t you think you should give those keys to me?” Jamie asked.

I stopped in my tracks. Pointless though it was to challenge any of Adam’s rhetorical questions, I really didn’t understand why I shouldn’t drive and so he duly proffered an explanation.

“No offence, Tim, but if a traffic cop sees you driving he might think you look a tad young to have a driving license. And if we get pulled over, how do we tell him that the kid behind the wheel is really 52 years old?”

As the penny dropped, my face flushed with hurt pride. He was right, of course. I tossed Adam the keys and clambered into the passenger seat.

Adam’s impact at the diner was just as I had imagined. As we walked across the car park I could see faces gawping through the windows and fingers being pointed. By the time we walked through the door, it seemed that every eye was turned in our direction. As I had thought, nobody was looking at me.

We were escorted to a table by a stunning, well built youth who appeared to be struggling with his emotions as well as with an obvious boner beneath his apron. The lad looked to be in his late teens and was maybe a little over 6 foot tall. His handsome face, which at that moment was blushing with some embarrassment over his unplanned erection, had dimples on both cheeks. His overall cuteness was topped off with a generous crop of golden blonde hair that hung long and low over his forehead, dropping a few stray strands sexily over his blue eyes.

As usual, Adam was totally engrossed in the menu and had failed to notice the waiter’s swooning interest in him. That was something of a relief to me, for I felt pangs of jealousy and resentment at the waiter’s interest. It concerned me that I might struggle to overcome any chemistry between them. Usually a waiter will walk away and give you time to decide on your meal choice, but the young stunner stood transfixed, his eyes fixed upon Adam. I broke the spell momentarily by ordering steak and fries, noting how his short sleeves rode up over impressive biceps as he jotted down my order. Clearly disappointed that Adam had yet to look at him, the hopeful waiter tried the direct approach.

“Haven’t seen you guys in here before, have I?”

There’s only ONE guy you’re interested in, I thought huffily, ignoring his question. Adam was also silent, continuing to plan his food order. The lad tried again.

“You … erm … you guys live round these parts?”

That did it. Adam at last tore his eyes away from the menu.

“Oh, umm … yeah, we live just down the coast road. It’s maybe a 10 minute drive from here” said Adam, rewarding the waiter with a friendly smile. “We’re the house that sits above the sandy beach.”

“Hey, I know the place! I’ve been meaning to try out the surf in that bay. Maybe I’ll look you guys up sometime?”

“Yeah” said Jamie, his eyes at last appreciating the waiter’s strikingly handsome face and toned physique. “I’d like that.”

“Cool” said the waiter, stretching out a hand. “The name’s Peter, by the way.”

Adam accepted his hand.

“Adam.”

“So Adam, is there just the two of you living up there?” he asked, nodding in my direction. “Just you and your kid brother?”

Adam threw back his head and bellowed with laughter, momentarily closing down all other conversation in the diner. My face flushed in humiliation. As Adam regained his composure he grinned at me and winked.

“Yeah that’s right, Peter, there’s just me and li’l bro.”

All through dinner he made sport of the waiter’s honest mistake. Every comment had “li’l bro” tagged on, to his huge amusement and my increasing irritation.

“Pass the ketchup, li’l bro.” “How’s your steak, li’l bro?” “Don’t you think our waiter’s got a cute ass, li’l bro?”

On and on he went, milking the joke until finally I could take no more.

“For Christ’s sake, Adam, give it a rest!” I rasped, my angry outburst draining the smile from his face. He stretched over the table and grabbed my arm which had been heading towards my mouth with a forkful of steak.

“Hey, chill out, Tim. Maybe it’s time you faced up to reality. You look like my little brother, and right now you’re starting to act like my little brother. The waiter’s only calling it as he sees it. Would you rather I put him wise? You want I should call him over and tell him you’re probably older than his dad?”

As he spoke my eyes had been fixed upon the brawny, hairy arm and huge hand that held my thin arm in a vice-like grip. I sighed and faked a weak smile.

“No, I guess not.”

The drive home was in total silence. He hadn’t quite forgiven me for being so angry, and I was gloomily pondering the dangerous sorcery that was now turning so sour. By the time Adam turned the car into the driveway I was in a deep sulk and feeling more and more melancholy by the minute. As we walked into the house, tears welled up in my eyes and I began to sob. Adam shot me a disapproving look and barked.

“I’m not taking any more of this crap from you, Tim. It was a joke. A stupid joke maybe, a hurtful joke probably - but a joke all the same. You know how I feel about you. You know I would never deliberately hurt you.”

He threw himself down onto the sofa and wagged an accusing finger at me.

“So turn off the waterworks, Tim, and get off my case.”

I stared at him miserably, the tears running down my cheeks.

“Noooooooo” I wailed. “You’re not the problem, Adam. I’m scared … I’m really scared.”

With the realization that my misery was more than a reaction to his boorish conduct at the diner he reached out, pulled me gently onto his lap and cuddled me into his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair, soothing away my distress, patiently waiting for my sobs to subside. He didn’t have long to wait for I quickly experienced the same calming sense of safety and protection that I had felt when he carried me ashore from the ocean.

“Want to know something, Tim?”

I looked up into his smiling face.

“I reckon I'd make a terrific big brother.”

I gave him a squeeze.

“I know you would, Adam, but that’s not what’s worrying me. I’m really terrified how long this magic is going to go on.”

“I’ve been thinking about that too” he said. “What exactly was it you asked for?”

“For you to get stronger and for me to get younger, that's all.”

“You didn’t put a limit on it?”

A sob welled up once more as I contemplated my stupidity. He hugged me tightly.

“No more tears, Tim. It's not going to help.”

“I know that. But this is turning into a nightmare for me, and I don’t see any sign of the magic coming to an end.”

“Well I sure hope it ends soon. I don’t much fancy having to cope with diapers.”

For a brief moment his wisecrack hung precariously between being hilarious or belittling. Then I began to giggle and soon we were both helpless with laughter. When our hilarity eventually subsided I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Oh Adam” I said. “I love you so much. And by the way, you really would make an awesome big brother.”

Feigning shyness, he batted his eyelashes.

“Gawrsh, li’l bro. You’re only saying that because it’s true.”

(more to follow)