Page 31 of A Really Gay Book
I laughed because I was the one clinging to Adam rather than him being the one holding me up. “Nope. I’m happy where I am.”
“It’s going to be difficult getting dressed like this.” Adam’s hand was back to ‘washing’ various parts of me.
“We’ll manage somehow, but we might end up looking kinda weird.”
“Oh, for God’s sake, no one cares how you’re dressed. Just get out here. Baz needs our help before we lose him forever!” Vix sounded like he was moments from crying.
“Wait, Baz was actually sucked into a thing? You weren’t speaking metaphorically?”
“I don’t speak in metaphors when it’s an emergency! Baz is trapped inside my latest invention, and I need to get him out again, so hurry up!”
“Shit.” I let my legs drop from Adam’s waist, and his hands automatically went to my hips to lower me gently to the floor. “Get out so we can get dressed, Vix. No more free peep shows.”
“I’m already leaving, but if you aren’t out here in five minutes, I’m coming back with Gareth.”
“I’m not afraid of Gareth!” I lied. The guy looked like an evil Captain America, okay? All sandy blond hair and thick, muscley everything. But the door to our bedroom had already slammed shut, so I don’t think Vix heard me.
Adam and I got dressed quickly since I wasn’t hanging off him like a koala anymore, but we held hands the whole time. After spending a full day attached at the hip and witnessing Adam be completely accident and injury free, I was convinced that he was fully safe as long as I was as far up his ass as I could get.
Well, not literally. I wanted him upmyass much more than the other way around.
Once we were dressed, I gave himpick me up!arms, and he lifted me back up without argument, settling my butt into the crook of one huge arm. My husband was so smart.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, and Adam took us into the living room, where everyone but Baz was already seated. Gareth was manspreading in the middle of the largest couch in the room and managed to take up most of it with his ginormous frame.
Vix was on a tiny couch, snuggled up against a new guy who looked about as tall as Gareth, but instead of being jacked, he was lean and pale with messy dark hair pulled back into a manbun. Little wisps of it had escaped, and they were going everywhere.
“You must be Vale,” I said. He looked like a hot Professor Snape, which to me meant he had to be the reclusive chemist Gareth had mentioned last night. I mean, just imagine if he turned out to be the plumber. His appearance would be wasted on that job.
“And you must be some random guy clinging to Adam. Are we letting strangers into our home now?” Probably Vale asked Gareth.
Oh yeah, he was a hot Professor Snape, all right. He even had the bitchiness down to perfection.
“You know me better than that, Vale. He’s been vetted.” Something about the way Gareth said that last sentence made me feel like he meant he’d done a deep dive into my entire life while Adam and I had been busy not sleeping all night. And if he hadn’t liked what he’d found there, I wouldn’t be leaving our house breathing.
Whatever. I had nothing to hide. My record was disgustingly clean. Thank god for Adam. With him in my life, I’d already been properly dirtied multiple times in the last twenty-four hours alone.
But to be on the safe side, when Adam made to sit us on the loveseat, I told him, “Not yet,” in case we needed to make a run for it.
Adam didn’t argue with me. Instead, he continued to hold me in his arms and cuddle me.
I pressed a kiss to his neck. Right over a razor-thin scar I would have to ask him about later. Maybe I should look into getting him some armor.
“We don’t have time to catch you up on Adam’s new husband, Vale.” Vix ignored Vale’s incredulous look and kept going. “Baz got sucked up too, which means the machine is full now. We’re out of time. We have to get everyone out immediately before it goes haywire and explodes.”
“And if the machine explodes…”
“I don’t know what will happen, but exploding isn’t good. Not when you combine it with people,” Vix said.
“This doesn’t sound like supervillain talk to me,” I whispered to Adam.
“Wait for it…”
“I have an idea how to fix this,” Vale said, looking thoughtful “But first, how attached are we to Baz? Can we take a quick vote?”
“Very!” Vix shouted, pummeling his tiny fists against Vale. “We aren’t taking a vote because we are all VERY attached to Baz.”
Vale ignored the assault. “Because we could take the whole thing to the bomb range…”
