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He smiled, leaning into him more, glancing towards his face, watching his expression. “You want to go though, right?” He murmured, wildly colored eyes intent on him. “You don’t have to…”
Aaron actually let out a laugh, “I realize I’ve been lenient recently, but I am still the Master in this relationship.” He leaned close to Adam’s ear, “That will never change. I’m not one to agree to go anywhere without truly wanting to.” He gazed down at his eyes. “I told you, I’d take you anywhere.”
Adam frowned a bit, anxiety rushing up at the mention of cars. “Yes… I know..” He whispered low, glancing away with a small frown. “I think I am…” He was trying to convince himself that he could do it, just to get to have the life he was dreaming of with Aaron.
Aaron stroked his back, “I’ll be with you the whole time.” He said softly, “I swear.” He kissed his temple, “I’ll tell you every step of the way and I’ll be there to hold your hand.” He played idly on the computer with one hand, “We’re actually leaving.” He said softly, “I can’t even believe this is happening.”
Adam grinned into the kiss, leaning back into him some. “I’ve never been to LA, only dreamed of it.” He murmured, staring up at him with a smile. “I love you too..” He murmured, leaning up for another kiss. “Whenever you like, whenever the house is ready?”
Aaron smiled, “It’s beautiful. You’re going to love it. It’s all beaches and night lights and…” He stopped, “Adam, honey, I know you want to go, but do you realize.” His grip on his lover tightened, “That we have to take a car to the airport. And then get in a plane. And then take another car to the house?” He stared at him, “Are you up for that.”
Adam thought about it for a moment before giving a nod. “I do…. not because I have to.. but I want to. I want to live a life with you.. and we can’t do that here…” He leaned into the touch, glancing up towards him and smiled lightly. Leaning up to sneak a kiss. “I don’t care where we go. Just not to another slave manor.” He mused, glancing around them. “I was once asked why I stayed… why I stayed in a place where so many didn’t want me here… I guess they were right. I was just waiting for you to come along.”
Aaron returned the kiss quickly, deeply, “Then we’ll make arrangements. I’ll have to give the cleaning crew a few days to….clean up the house. I think I’ll take you to LA first, have you ever been to LA? You’ll like it. You have your own private beach.” He stared at Adam. “I love you.” He said softly, “I want you to be happy, darling.” He hugged Adam tightly, “How soon do you want to leave?”
“I don’t see our future here… I don’t see anything here.” He murmured, looking at him with a small frown. “I want to have a place of our own, where most of the ‘neighbors’ don’t hate my guts. I want to be able to take Spencer outside without having to worry about getting in trouble. I want to have a home with you and Spencer and Dean… not just a room in a huge lonely mansion. I want my life back, but I want you in it. I want to have friends and play my music without complaints….” He trailed off as he glanced out the window with a frown. “I think it’s time for me to leave here…” He kinda wished Alyx was here, wondering what she would think of all this, wondering if she realized how much of a role she had played in her little time there. Planting the seed of doubt in his mind, reminding him that life outside the manor existed and he didn’t have to stay here.
Aaron thought for a few silent moments. “Do you want to leave here, Adam?” He asked, “If that’s what’s going to make you happy we can leave. I have houses in the States still, in LA and in Ohio, wherever you want to go.” He ran a hand through his hair, “If getting out is what is so important to you, living your own life, then we can leave. I’ll take you anywhere if it means you get to smile.” He missed his own therapist too, more than he was willing to say. “If it means you can be happier. We can take Spencer and Dean and have a life of our own…”
Adam glanced hearing Aaron, returning the smile easily. A touch of nerves hidden in it. He wasn’t sure how Aaron would handle what he needed to tell him. But he was sure now. He had let it brew for a long time, debating and waiting just to see if was a spur of the moment kind of thing. It wasn’t, it sat nagging in the corner of his brain and looking more and more appealing by the passing day.
Hands moved to rest over Aaron’s, head tilting a bit as he debated how to approach the subject. “Do you ever think about the future? Our future? What do you see?” He murmured, looking up at him, silently hoping and praying that what he saw had similarities.
Aaron’s eyebrows rose, “I don’t know, Adam.” He said, sitting down on the bench and unseating the dog who gave him a very unhappy look, “I don’t see us being here forever. I see you. I see the potential for children if you can kill the jealousy just a bit.” He smiled, “Why, love? What’s on your mind?” The idea of the future hadn’t even hit Aaron. He’d lived most of the recent parts of his life in the past, focusing on reliving and releasing himself from the memories that haunted him.
Adam was thinking too much to be safe for him. Too much time to left think, to consider things and come to conclusions by himself. Thinking about past relationships and friendships but most of all, thinking about his future. What he wanted out of life and what he didn’t want. Trying to determine what was possible and what he had to let go of.
Sitting in the music studio, perched on the bench in front of the piano, but hands rested in his lap. He was staring out the window, lost in his own little world again. Spencer had some how managed to get on the bench beside Adam and sat dozing off, leaning heavily against Adam, looking like he might fall off the bench.
All things considered, things had quieted down for Aaron and Adam. It still wasn’t an uncommon sighting to see Adam sitting, staring, and just thinking. Aaron couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside the pretty little head of his. Waking up without him wasn’t new either, accustomed to his normal visits to the music room early in the morning. Music was a part of Adam that he would never, ever take away from him.
"There you are." He said fondly, breaking the silence in the music room. He was internally glad that Adam wasn’t playing the piano. Any instrument he could handle, but the piano, the images of his last lover playing softly in the sunrise rays, it was painful. "What’s on your mind, beautiful." He wrapped his arms around Adam’s shoulders, kissing the top of his head.