Adam/Lance/Justin request for Pensnest
“Happy day after your birthday.”
Adam groaned into his pillow, stretching and purring. That voice in his ear first thing made EVERY day his birthday. “If you say so.”
“You’re THIRTY.” One soft finger danced up and down his spine. “THIRTY. That’s like, OLD.”
“You’re older than I am,” Adam pointed out to his pillowcase.
“Yeah, but, see, I’ve been older than thirty for a few years now. You just TURNED thirty. That’s completely different.”
“Don’t go signing me up for AARP just yet.” Adam rolled over and smiled. Lance was leaning up on one hand, his green eyes full of amusement. “I guess you could leave me for someone else…someone younger.”
“Doubtful. You’re already more than I can handle.” Lance gave him a slow, tantalizing kiss. “I feel like the day deserves a celebration. Your first day of TRULY being thirty.”
“If you continue along this vein, you may not live to see YOUR next birthday,” Adam growled.
“Okay, I’ll stop.” Lance nuzzled along Adam’s neck, biting down where it met his collarbone. “You do deserve another gift.”
“You gave me enough,” Adam reassured him. There were a lot of thoughtful, expensive gifts from Lance piled up on the floor of Lance’s bedroom, not to mention the two-hour massage that had turned into some of the most incredible sex Adam had ever experienced. “Right now, I just want coffee.”
“Coffee it is.” Lance slid out of bed and Adam enjoyed the view as Lance slid into a pair of sweatpants and a tee.
“I’ll come downstairs, too,” Adam said, yawning and slowly sitting up. “Just need to brush my teeth and stuff.”
“See you down there.” Lance kissed Adam’s forehead and left the bedroom. Adam sighed happily and headed for the bathroom. Sometimes life was just too good.
Adam padded barefoot into the kitchen, wearing just a pair of pajama pants. He moaned a bit at the aroma of fresh coffee. “You are an angel,” he said blissfully, flopping down at the kitchen table.
“Does that make you the devil?” Lance asked.
“Ha,” Adam snorted. Lance looked completely devilish, his hair every which way, voice morning raspy. “You know, people probably think you’re the sweet and innocent one in this relationship, and we both know THAT’S not true.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Lance said, trying to look innocent and failing entirely. He poured a cup of coffee for Adam, getting the cream and sugar just right before handing it over. “I think that…”
Lance was interrupted by his doorbell. Adam glanced at the clock. Ten in the morning. “You expecting anyone?”
“No,” Lance replied, immediately looking worried. “And anyone who might stop by would have…fuck.” Lance closed his eyes and winced. “I turned off my phone so we could enjoy your birthday uninterrupted. I never turned it back on.” He grabbed it from the charger and turned it on as he walked towards the door. “Shit,” Adam heard him say.
“What’s going on?” Adam asked, jumping up and following Lance down the hall.
Lance opened the front door. “Well…hi.”
“Hey, Lance.” Adam’s eyes widened at the sight of Justin Timberlake on Lance’s front porch. Justin wore a battered leather jacket, jeans with holes, and he looked utterly exhausted. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” Lance stepped aside to let Justin come in. “You look like hell, Justin.”
“Yeah, I know. I just…” Justin froze as he caught sight of Adam. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I tried to call, and…”
“My phone was off.” Lance smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. It was Adam’s birthday yesterday and I didn’t want us to be interrupted. Have you two met?”
“Once, fleetingly,” Adam said, smiling politely and holding out his hand. “Adam Lambert.”
“Justin,” Justin said absently, his eyes briefly wandering down Adam’s bare chest before he shook Adam’s hand. “I can go.”
Lance’s eyes met Adam’s. “No,” he said. “Stay for coffee, at least. You know the way to the kitchen.”
“Thanks.” Justin plodded down the hall, his broad shoulders slumped towards the floor.
“You don’t mind?” Lance asked Adam. “I don’t know why he came to ME, but it must be serious. I hate to just turn him out.”
“Of course it’s fine,” Adam said, kissing Lance’s cheek. Then he smiled. “And so is he.”
“Pervert.” Lance took a few steps and turned back around. “You know I slept with him when we were teenagers, right?” Adam whimpered as Lance grinned and continued down the hall.
Justin was seated at the table, jacket slung over the back of his chair. He was rubbing at his eyes. “Thanks again.”
“You’re always welcome here, Justin,” Lance said. He got Justin’s coffee and sat down as he handed it over.
“Do you want me to go?” Adam asked, and Lance was touched by his thoughtfulness. “Seems like you two need to talk and…”
“I don’t mind,” Justin said. “You guys are a couple now…you deserve to know anything Lance knows.”
Adam nodded and sat down. Lance sipped his own coffee. “So…”
“So the engagement was announced, and even though we didn’t officially CONFIRM it or anything, everyone’s assuming it, and Jessica got bitchy, and I got bitchy, and we fought, and it’s off.” Justin took a gulp of coffee. “Do you have like cereal, or anything?”
Adam silently got up and started digging through Lance’s cupboards. As a rule, Lance didn’t eat anything sugary for breakfast, but he usually kept something around. “What’s off?” Lance asked. “The engagement? The relationship?”
“Thanks!” Justin said with a glimmer of a smile as Adam set down a bowl, a spoon, a carton of milk, and a box of Frosted Flakes.
“Where’d this come from?” Lance asked Adam.
“Emergency stash,” Adam said. “Be quiet and let your guest talk.”
Lance rolled his eyes and turned back to Justin. “I’m not sure, to answer your question,” Justin said. He shoveled cereal into his mouth. “Fuck, I mean…I love her, but she was just pushing, and I guess it’s what girls do, right? When it comes to weddings?”
Lance and Adam looked at each other and shrugged simultaneously. “We wouldn’t know,” Lance gently reminded him, and Justin actually laughed out loud.
“Anyway…I needed to get away, and knew no one would look for me here, and there ya go.” Justin rubbed at his eyes again. “I’m thirty years old…I should be more mature than this.”
“Almost thirty-one,” Lance reminded him.
“Fuck off, Lance,” Justin growled and returned to his cereal.
“Justin’s birthday is tomorrow,” Lance said to Adam. “He’ll be thirty-one.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Adam said to Justin. “Lance awakened ME this morning by informing me that this is the first full day I’m thirty. It’s like some sadistic joy of his.”
“So we’re the same age for today,” Justin said, grinning. “Happy birthday, by the way.”
“You, too,” Adam said. “That makes you OLD,” he said to Lance.
“Fuck both of y’all,” Lance drawled.
“Aw, baby, don’t be mad,” Adam said in an exaggerated tone. He leaned over and kissed Lance until Lance gave in and kissed back.
“Okay. I’ll let you two get back to…whatever you were doing,” Justin stood and took his bowl to the sink, returning the milk to the fridge.
“Justin, you look exhausted,” Lance said, exchanging another look with Adam. “Go upstairs and take a nap. Really. We were just gonna bum around here, anyway.”
“Are you sure?” Justin looked at Adam as he spoke. “I mean…I could use it, but I don’t…”
“Of course we’re sure,” Adam interrupted. “It’s fine.”
“Thanks,” Justin said gratefully. He held out a fist. Adam made a face, but bumped it with his own.
“C’mon.” Lance led Justin out of the room. Adam watched Justin’s long body walk away, then sighed. He cleaned up the coffee mugs, refilling his own.
Lance returned to the kitchen five minutes later. “Got him all settled in, then?” Adam asked.
“I know what you want for your birthday,” Lance said with a sly smile.
Adam groaned into his pillow, stretching and purring. That voice in his ear first thing made EVERY day his birthday. “If you say so.”
“You’re THIRTY.” One soft finger danced up and down his spine. “THIRTY. That’s like, OLD.”
“You’re older than I am,” Adam pointed out to his pillowcase.
“Yeah, but, see, I’ve been older than thirty for a few years now. You just TURNED thirty. That’s completely different.”
“Don’t go signing me up for AARP just yet.” Adam rolled over and smiled. Lance was leaning up on one hand, his green eyes full of amusement. “I guess you could leave me for someone else…someone younger.”
“Doubtful. You’re already more than I can handle.” Lance gave him a slow, tantalizing kiss. “I feel like the day deserves a celebration. Your first day of TRULY being thirty.”
“If you continue along this vein, you may not live to see YOUR next birthday,” Adam growled.
“Okay, I’ll stop.” Lance nuzzled along Adam’s neck, biting down where it met his collarbone. “You do deserve another gift.”
“You gave me enough,” Adam reassured him. There were a lot of thoughtful, expensive gifts from Lance piled up on the floor of Lance’s bedroom, not to mention the two-hour massage that had turned into some of the most incredible sex Adam had ever experienced. “Right now, I just want coffee.”
“Coffee it is.” Lance slid out of bed and Adam enjoyed the view as Lance slid into a pair of sweatpants and a tee.
“I’ll come downstairs, too,” Adam said, yawning and slowly sitting up. “Just need to brush my teeth and stuff.”
“See you down there.” Lance kissed Adam’s forehead and left the bedroom. Adam sighed happily and headed for the bathroom. Sometimes life was just too good.
Adam padded barefoot into the kitchen, wearing just a pair of pajama pants. He moaned a bit at the aroma of fresh coffee. “You are an angel,” he said blissfully, flopping down at the kitchen table.
“Does that make you the devil?” Lance asked.
“Ha,” Adam snorted. Lance looked completely devilish, his hair every which way, voice morning raspy. “You know, people probably think you’re the sweet and innocent one in this relationship, and we both know THAT’S not true.”
“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” Lance said, trying to look innocent and failing entirely. He poured a cup of coffee for Adam, getting the cream and sugar just right before handing it over. “I think that…”
Lance was interrupted by his doorbell. Adam glanced at the clock. Ten in the morning. “You expecting anyone?”
“No,” Lance replied, immediately looking worried. “And anyone who might stop by would have…fuck.” Lance closed his eyes and winced. “I turned off my phone so we could enjoy your birthday uninterrupted. I never turned it back on.” He grabbed it from the charger and turned it on as he walked towards the door. “Shit,” Adam heard him say.
“What’s going on?” Adam asked, jumping up and following Lance down the hall.
Lance opened the front door. “Well…hi.”
“Hey, Lance.” Adam’s eyes widened at the sight of Justin Timberlake on Lance’s front porch. Justin wore a battered leather jacket, jeans with holes, and he looked utterly exhausted. “Can I come in?”
“Of course.” Lance stepped aside to let Justin come in. “You look like hell, Justin.”
“Yeah, I know. I just…” Justin froze as he caught sight of Adam. “Oh, shit. Sorry. I tried to call, and…”
“My phone was off.” Lance smiled apologetically. “I’m sorry. It was Adam’s birthday yesterday and I didn’t want us to be interrupted. Have you two met?”
“Once, fleetingly,” Adam said, smiling politely and holding out his hand. “Adam Lambert.”
“Justin,” Justin said absently, his eyes briefly wandering down Adam’s bare chest before he shook Adam’s hand. “I can go.”
Lance’s eyes met Adam’s. “No,” he said. “Stay for coffee, at least. You know the way to the kitchen.”
“Thanks.” Justin plodded down the hall, his broad shoulders slumped towards the floor.
“You don’t mind?” Lance asked Adam. “I don’t know why he came to ME, but it must be serious. I hate to just turn him out.”
“Of course it’s fine,” Adam said, kissing Lance’s cheek. Then he smiled. “And so is he.”
“Pervert.” Lance took a few steps and turned back around. “You know I slept with him when we were teenagers, right?” Adam whimpered as Lance grinned and continued down the hall.
Justin was seated at the table, jacket slung over the back of his chair. He was rubbing at his eyes. “Thanks again.”
“You’re always welcome here, Justin,” Lance said. He got Justin’s coffee and sat down as he handed it over.
“Do you want me to go?” Adam asked, and Lance was touched by his thoughtfulness. “Seems like you two need to talk and…”
“I don’t mind,” Justin said. “You guys are a couple now…you deserve to know anything Lance knows.”
Adam nodded and sat down. Lance sipped his own coffee. “So…”
“So the engagement was announced, and even though we didn’t officially CONFIRM it or anything, everyone’s assuming it, and Jessica got bitchy, and I got bitchy, and we fought, and it’s off.” Justin took a gulp of coffee. “Do you have like cereal, or anything?”
Adam silently got up and started digging through Lance’s cupboards. As a rule, Lance didn’t eat anything sugary for breakfast, but he usually kept something around. “What’s off?” Lance asked. “The engagement? The relationship?”
“Thanks!” Justin said with a glimmer of a smile as Adam set down a bowl, a spoon, a carton of milk, and a box of Frosted Flakes.
“Where’d this come from?” Lance asked Adam.
“Emergency stash,” Adam said. “Be quiet and let your guest talk.”
Lance rolled his eyes and turned back to Justin. “I’m not sure, to answer your question,” Justin said. He shoveled cereal into his mouth. “Fuck, I mean…I love her, but she was just pushing, and I guess it’s what girls do, right? When it comes to weddings?”
Lance and Adam looked at each other and shrugged simultaneously. “We wouldn’t know,” Lance gently reminded him, and Justin actually laughed out loud.
“Anyway…I needed to get away, and knew no one would look for me here, and there ya go.” Justin rubbed at his eyes again. “I’m thirty years old…I should be more mature than this.”
“Almost thirty-one,” Lance reminded him.
“Fuck off, Lance,” Justin growled and returned to his cereal.
“Justin’s birthday is tomorrow,” Lance said to Adam. “He’ll be thirty-one.”
“Don’t feel bad,” Adam said to Justin. “Lance awakened ME this morning by informing me that this is the first full day I’m thirty. It’s like some sadistic joy of his.”
“So we’re the same age for today,” Justin said, grinning. “Happy birthday, by the way.”
“You, too,” Adam said. “That makes you OLD,” he said to Lance.
“Fuck both of y’all,” Lance drawled.
“Aw, baby, don’t be mad,” Adam said in an exaggerated tone. He leaned over and kissed Lance until Lance gave in and kissed back.
“Okay. I’ll let you two get back to…whatever you were doing,” Justin stood and took his bowl to the sink, returning the milk to the fridge.
“Justin, you look exhausted,” Lance said, exchanging another look with Adam. “Go upstairs and take a nap. Really. We were just gonna bum around here, anyway.”
“Are you sure?” Justin looked at Adam as he spoke. “I mean…I could use it, but I don’t…”
“Of course we’re sure,” Adam interrupted. “It’s fine.”
“Thanks,” Justin said gratefully. He held out a fist. Adam made a face, but bumped it with his own.
“C’mon.” Lance led Justin out of the room. Adam watched Justin’s long body walk away, then sighed. He cleaned up the coffee mugs, refilling his own.
Lance returned to the kitchen five minutes later. “Got him all settled in, then?” Adam asked.
“I know what you want for your birthday,” Lance said with a sly smile.