"I Want To Speak In A Language That You Will Understand" - Adam/Drake, mostly PG-13
Title: "I Want To Speak In A Language That You Will Understand"
Rating: PG-13/R - implied getting it on but nothing major, IDK
Pairing: Adam/Drake
Word Count: 1,659
Notes: For taliesin_girl as part of my Dollar Donation Drive (I'm willing to bet this isn't exactly what you wanted, but my brain took it where it wanted to go). No beta, all errors are mine. The house I used for mental inspiration in the story is the Adamson House in Malibu.
- - - - -
Adam starts looking for a house as soon as the tour ends. It's the only thing he really wants to spend his newly-earned money on, other than things for his parents and Neil, and there's very little that they actually let him do for them.
He starts looking with his mom first, but after the first handful of places they see it's apparent that the type of house that he has in mind contrasts wildly with what Leila and the real estate agent are thinking about. The first house looks like it's ready for two-point-five kids, a golden retriever, and baking pans filled with chocolate chip cookies. The next few aren't any better.
When his brother comes into town for the holidays, Adam drags him along to look at another half-dozen houses. The ones that Neil likes are bachelor-pad style, tiny bathrooms and no yard and ridiculous floor plans. The ones that Adam likes are nonexistent. "These just aren't me," he tries to explain to the agent, but he only gets a blank stare and some housing jargon in return.
A few days after the new year begins he grabs a few hours of Kris's time, but it’s Kris, after all; Adam thinks he would probably be okay with living in a refrigerator box if it weren't for Katy. "How exactly did you pick out your new house?" Adam asks him in the fourth house after three hours of every response from Kris being somewhere along the lines of yeah, this house is good and this looks fine, I don’t see anything wrong with it.
Kris shrugs and leans against the too-low countertops. "I couldn't decide between Katy's favorites, so she made pictures of the two pictures she liked best. I had to close my eyes and pick one of the pictures out, and that's the one we got."
Adam knows Katy's a smart girl; he suspects that Katy printed out two copies of the photo of her favorite choice instead of one copy each of her two favorites. He decides that while Kris is a good friend, he's terrible at house hunting, and takes him out for a long lunch instead of looking at anything else.
It's Drake that comes up with the solution on a morning in bed when Adam hasn't found anything close to acceptable. There are two days left before the tour starts; the situation seems kind of hopeless, at least until Adam gets a break and can start looking again. "Tell me what you're looking for," Drake says as he traces lines with his fingers down Adam's side and back up again.
Adam rolls over to face him; the bed is queen-sized because that's the biggest that can fit in his apartment bedroom and still leave him room for other furniture. "I want a house that has room for a king sized bed, because this bed is a little too small sometimes.” He pulls Drake closer, giving him feather-light kisses between sentences. “I want something with lots of light. Maybe some space for a studio. A cool backyard with a pool where I can throw some great parties - that would be awesome.”
“What if I found it for you?” Drake pushes Adam on his back and throws a leg over his hips, straddling him. Adam tries to sit up, lean on his elbows, but Drake puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back down. “Concentrate on the tour and when you come back, I’ll have the perfect house for you.”
Adam thinks for a moment - as best he can think when his boyfriend is on top of him, anyway. Drake slowly grinds his ass against the front of Adam’s pajama pants and after that Adam can’t think about anything in a serious, rational manner. “Okay,” he finally says. “I wasn’t getting anywhere with the search anyway. Now let’s get rid of all these clothes, okay? We’re wearing way too many.”
- - - - -
The first leg of the tour lasts six weeks, and after Adam gets a two week break that isn’t really a break as much as it’s a pass out for a few days and do some press for the second single trip. House hunting is as far away from Adam’s mind as it can possibly get.
On the first night at home, Adam just wants to sleep because this is the first thing that’s in short supply on the road. He gets in from the airport and there’s a driver waiting to take him to his apartment, which is one of his favorite perks of sudden and unexpected stardom. Adam leaves his suitcase in the apartment hallway, washes his makeup off, and falls into bed for fifteen hours.
When he wakes up the next morning, Drake is already there; Adam gave him a spare key before he left for the tour. A thermal mug of coffee is waiting on the nightstand and Adam can see the steam rising from the opening in the lid. “You’re some kind of ninja or psychic, I’m not sure which,” Adam mumbles as he reaches for the mug.
“I like to think of myself as magic, personally,” Drake says with a laugh. “Or it’s that I got here twenty minutes ago and you were starting to do that stretching thing in your sleep that you do when you’re about to wake up. That gave me enough time to make a pot of coffee.”
Adam didn’t even know he did a stretching thing in his sleep. Hmm. “Magic it is, then,” he says. “I like magic.”
“That’s not the only magic I have to offer today.” Drake grins and tugs on the blanket covering Adam. “Get up, get dressed. I have something to show you.”
- - - - -
Drake won’t tell Adam where they’re going, only that it’s not somewhere that he needs to dress up for and that he’s going to do the driving. And Adam really has no clue as to what’s going on or where they’re going that Drake says they have to be on time for, at least until they pull up in front of the real estate office.
“You found something you think I’ll like, then?” he asks as they get out of the car.
“No, I found your house,” Drake says without a doubt in his voice.
Adam is beyond skeptical because at this point he’s not even sure that there is a perfect house for him, and he was starting to believe that he was doomed to spend the rest of his life as an apartment-dweller. “Is this the only house you found, or are there a bunch for us to look at?”
“I looked at lots of houses, but this was the only one I found that you’re going to move into.”
Drake’s confidence is a little weird, but Adam goes along with it. They follow the real estate agent through a series of winding hills; the houses in the neighborhood aren’t ostentatious, but they’re all set back from the road and most of them have fences. This is a good thing because Adam is pretty sure he’s going to need some sort of security system, and immediately.
The real estate agent slows his car and Adam sees a gate on the right hand side begin to open; Drake drives in behind him. The driveway isn’t that long and you can see the house from the road, but there are trees in the front yard that give it privacy.
“This is it,” Drake says as he puts the car in park. “This is the house you’re going to buy.”
The house is almost perfect; Adam looks for flaws and other than the slightly outdated kitchen appliances, he finds none. They start outside - there’s a pool in the back yard surrounded by greenery, as well as a tiny pool house that Adam thinks would make an amazing studio with a little work. The living room is perfect - sunlight streams through the windows and the ceiling is high with a chandelier hanging in the center. There’s tile everywhere except the bedrooms, and the burgundy carpet there is lush and thick. He wants to take his shoes off and see how it feels underneath his toes.
“I’ve saved the best part for last,” Drake tells him as he opens up the door to the master bedroom.
The first thing that Adam notices is that it’s huge, probably the size of his current apartment. He could fit two king-sized beds in here if he wanted, plus every piece of furniture that he can possibly think of. On the far end there is a set of matching walk-in closets with pre-built shelves and revolving racks. “Wait until you see the bathroom,” Drake says, pulling at Adam’s arm.
“But I wanted to keep looking at the closets.” Adam reluctantly goes along to look at the bathroom; this house has to have something wrong with it, and it’s probably the bathroom because he hasn’t found it so far.
Of course, the bathroom is as far from flawed as Adam could ever imagine. There are skylights - “I thought you might appreciate the natural light,” Drake observes as Adam looks up and stares - and a garden tub with jets - jets! - and a glass shower with dual heads that is practically a room all to itself.
“You were right. This is my house,” Adam says slowly. “I think it might be your house, too, if you want it to be.”
Drake looks at him doubtfully, like he’s afraid Adam’s going to take it back. “Are you sure about that?” he asks.
“I’m totally sure. I don’t need to fill up two closets on my own. Well, I could, but I don’t need to,” Adam jokes. “I mean it. Move in with me.”
Drake hesitates for another moment, but then he smiles brightly and throws his arms around Adam, and that’s when Adam knows it’s going to be just fine.
Rating: PG-13/R - implied getting it on but nothing major, IDK
Pairing: Adam/Drake
Word Count: 1,659
Notes: For taliesin_girl as part of my Dollar Donation Drive (I'm willing to bet this isn't exactly what you wanted, but my brain took it where it wanted to go). No beta, all errors are mine. The house I used for mental inspiration in the story is the Adamson House in Malibu.
- - - - -
Adam starts looking for a house as soon as the tour ends. It's the only thing he really wants to spend his newly-earned money on, other than things for his parents and Neil, and there's very little that they actually let him do for them.
He starts looking with his mom first, but after the first handful of places they see it's apparent that the type of house that he has in mind contrasts wildly with what Leila and the real estate agent are thinking about. The first house looks like it's ready for two-point-five kids, a golden retriever, and baking pans filled with chocolate chip cookies. The next few aren't any better.
When his brother comes into town for the holidays, Adam drags him along to look at another half-dozen houses. The ones that Neil likes are bachelor-pad style, tiny bathrooms and no yard and ridiculous floor plans. The ones that Adam likes are nonexistent. "These just aren't me," he tries to explain to the agent, but he only gets a blank stare and some housing jargon in return.
A few days after the new year begins he grabs a few hours of Kris's time, but it’s Kris, after all; Adam thinks he would probably be okay with living in a refrigerator box if it weren't for Katy. "How exactly did you pick out your new house?" Adam asks him in the fourth house after three hours of every response from Kris being somewhere along the lines of yeah, this house is good and this looks fine, I don’t see anything wrong with it.
Kris shrugs and leans against the too-low countertops. "I couldn't decide between Katy's favorites, so she made pictures of the two pictures she liked best. I had to close my eyes and pick one of the pictures out, and that's the one we got."
Adam knows Katy's a smart girl; he suspects that Katy printed out two copies of the photo of her favorite choice instead of one copy each of her two favorites. He decides that while Kris is a good friend, he's terrible at house hunting, and takes him out for a long lunch instead of looking at anything else.
It's Drake that comes up with the solution on a morning in bed when Adam hasn't found anything close to acceptable. There are two days left before the tour starts; the situation seems kind of hopeless, at least until Adam gets a break and can start looking again. "Tell me what you're looking for," Drake says as he traces lines with his fingers down Adam's side and back up again.
Adam rolls over to face him; the bed is queen-sized because that's the biggest that can fit in his apartment bedroom and still leave him room for other furniture. "I want a house that has room for a king sized bed, because this bed is a little too small sometimes.” He pulls Drake closer, giving him feather-light kisses between sentences. “I want something with lots of light. Maybe some space for a studio. A cool backyard with a pool where I can throw some great parties - that would be awesome.”
“What if I found it for you?” Drake pushes Adam on his back and throws a leg over his hips, straddling him. Adam tries to sit up, lean on his elbows, but Drake puts a hand on his chest and pushes him back down. “Concentrate on the tour and when you come back, I’ll have the perfect house for you.”
Adam thinks for a moment - as best he can think when his boyfriend is on top of him, anyway. Drake slowly grinds his ass against the front of Adam’s pajama pants and after that Adam can’t think about anything in a serious, rational manner. “Okay,” he finally says. “I wasn’t getting anywhere with the search anyway. Now let’s get rid of all these clothes, okay? We’re wearing way too many.”
- - - - -
The first leg of the tour lasts six weeks, and after Adam gets a two week break that isn’t really a break as much as it’s a pass out for a few days and do some press for the second single trip. House hunting is as far away from Adam’s mind as it can possibly get.
On the first night at home, Adam just wants to sleep because this is the first thing that’s in short supply on the road. He gets in from the airport and there’s a driver waiting to take him to his apartment, which is one of his favorite perks of sudden and unexpected stardom. Adam leaves his suitcase in the apartment hallway, washes his makeup off, and falls into bed for fifteen hours.
When he wakes up the next morning, Drake is already there; Adam gave him a spare key before he left for the tour. A thermal mug of coffee is waiting on the nightstand and Adam can see the steam rising from the opening in the lid. “You’re some kind of ninja or psychic, I’m not sure which,” Adam mumbles as he reaches for the mug.
“I like to think of myself as magic, personally,” Drake says with a laugh. “Or it’s that I got here twenty minutes ago and you were starting to do that stretching thing in your sleep that you do when you’re about to wake up. That gave me enough time to make a pot of coffee.”
Adam didn’t even know he did a stretching thing in his sleep. Hmm. “Magic it is, then,” he says. “I like magic.”
“That’s not the only magic I have to offer today.” Drake grins and tugs on the blanket covering Adam. “Get up, get dressed. I have something to show you.”
- - - - -
Drake won’t tell Adam where they’re going, only that it’s not somewhere that he needs to dress up for and that he’s going to do the driving. And Adam really has no clue as to what’s going on or where they’re going that Drake says they have to be on time for, at least until they pull up in front of the real estate office.
“You found something you think I’ll like, then?” he asks as they get out of the car.
“No, I found your house,” Drake says without a doubt in his voice.
Adam is beyond skeptical because at this point he’s not even sure that there is a perfect house for him, and he was starting to believe that he was doomed to spend the rest of his life as an apartment-dweller. “Is this the only house you found, or are there a bunch for us to look at?”
“I looked at lots of houses, but this was the only one I found that you’re going to move into.”
Drake’s confidence is a little weird, but Adam goes along with it. They follow the real estate agent through a series of winding hills; the houses in the neighborhood aren’t ostentatious, but they’re all set back from the road and most of them have fences. This is a good thing because Adam is pretty sure he’s going to need some sort of security system, and immediately.
The real estate agent slows his car and Adam sees a gate on the right hand side begin to open; Drake drives in behind him. The driveway isn’t that long and you can see the house from the road, but there are trees in the front yard that give it privacy.
“This is it,” Drake says as he puts the car in park. “This is the house you’re going to buy.”
The house is almost perfect; Adam looks for flaws and other than the slightly outdated kitchen appliances, he finds none. They start outside - there’s a pool in the back yard surrounded by greenery, as well as a tiny pool house that Adam thinks would make an amazing studio with a little work. The living room is perfect - sunlight streams through the windows and the ceiling is high with a chandelier hanging in the center. There’s tile everywhere except the bedrooms, and the burgundy carpet there is lush and thick. He wants to take his shoes off and see how it feels underneath his toes.
“I’ve saved the best part for last,” Drake tells him as he opens up the door to the master bedroom.
The first thing that Adam notices is that it’s huge, probably the size of his current apartment. He could fit two king-sized beds in here if he wanted, plus every piece of furniture that he can possibly think of. On the far end there is a set of matching walk-in closets with pre-built shelves and revolving racks. “Wait until you see the bathroom,” Drake says, pulling at Adam’s arm.
“But I wanted to keep looking at the closets.” Adam reluctantly goes along to look at the bathroom; this house has to have something wrong with it, and it’s probably the bathroom because he hasn’t found it so far.
Of course, the bathroom is as far from flawed as Adam could ever imagine. There are skylights - “I thought you might appreciate the natural light,” Drake observes as Adam looks up and stares - and a garden tub with jets - jets! - and a glass shower with dual heads that is practically a room all to itself.
“You were right. This is my house,” Adam says slowly. “I think it might be your house, too, if you want it to be.”
Drake looks at him doubtfully, like he’s afraid Adam’s going to take it back. “Are you sure about that?” he asks.
“I’m totally sure. I don’t need to fill up two closets on my own. Well, I could, but I don’t need to,” Adam jokes. “I mean it. Move in with me.”
Drake hesitates for another moment, but then he smiles brightly and throws his arms around Adam, and that’s when Adam knows it’s going to be just fine.