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Friday nights were their nights. Even if they didn’t really do anything, Adam cooking something or Fergus orders a chinese then they would sit and watch a movie or whatever decent they could find- the two would never admit it to each other but throughout the evening they would move closer and closer to one another, leaving a stark contrast from them at the start of the night with both nestled nervously on opposite ends of the sofa. Tonight they were both fucking exhausted, so they picked up a chinese and helped themselves to the derelict nature of Fergus’s fridge, deciding to only touch the beers which were always kept stocked. Adam suggested they ate on the sofa, “well it's comfier isn't it,”. They didn’t sneak closer together that evening though as Ferg kept Adam from doing so by stretching his legs across while he opened his ipad, leaving the clean scraped plate on the coffee table.
“I’ll just clear that up then?” making a slight gesture to the plates and four empty beer cans that seemed to litter the floor (three of which belonged to Fergus himself). Fergus didn’t look up from his Ipad.
“Hm? yeah thanks Adders,”
“Fucking hell.” he murmered then cleaned up around them, as he always did.
“Ferg?” Adam half hung holding the door frame as he addressed Fergus in the living room.
“Yeah?”
“Is it, uh alright if I sleep round tonight?”
“Uh- yeah sure mate, you can sleep in my bed. Might be busy so I’ll sleep on the couch”
“Oh, thanks Ferg.”
“Adam?”
“Whats up?”
“Can you get me some more beers from the fridge?”
“I may work for you but I’m not your fucking butler,” Adam still went to the fridge and picked up a new six pack, “Don’t ask again.”
Fergus looked up at him, grinning, “Thanks Adders,” his hair was slightly messed up, tie undone and his top buttons undone god he was cute “Seriously, thank you.”
Adam just rubbed his neck, trying to ignore the blush that was creeping above his collar and avoiding all thought of how easy it would be to lean down and kiss Fergus at that moment, “Yeah no problem Fergie, leave it to Glenn for the Jeeves based activities- not me.”
He had lost Fergus’s attention, back to the ipad he went. So Adam went to the kitchen and sat at the island drinking some posh fucking tea he found buried at the back of a cupboard (hidden behind an abandoned bottle of ketchup), and opened his phone, swiping away his recent search on Fergus’s sexuality to check up on this blog which seemed to follow the events of the most shittest gay ever, the blog had been depicting this guy going through his sad attempts of flirting and pining over his coworker. And to be honest the types of flirting this guy was coming out with seemed to be worse than Fergus’s, probably on the same par considering the horrific memories of Fergus interacting with women like they had forgotten they existed. He then grew bored of checking this blog's updates and went to open twitter to see what the shitting public had been saying on the junior minister's recent appearance on the news. God no wonder Fergus was wrecked, seeing tweets criticising his stupid fucking hand gestures. After some time of scrolling on the endless and lifeless twitter feed, his mug had grown cold so- best to sleep. He gave a quiet “night ferg” which he only got a nod in reply, he was still looking at his ipad.
Fergus’s room was nice, and the mattress was just as comfy. He could tell Fergus seemed to give more of a shit about the mattress compared to other areas of his home (interior design), Adam held this up to his boss being absolutely shattered all the time so he got a good bed to collapse onto. He had been in the room before, just not alone. Adam stripped off his shirt and socks- leaving them by the side of the bed as he climbed into Fergus’s bed. Fuck, he thought, I’m in Fergus’s bed. Adam had thought of being in his bed but well, he imagined falling asleep with Ferg. But oh well, it was nice and he appreciated the thread count.
As Adam was falling asleep in the bedroom, Fergus was still sitting on the sofa. On his Ipad. On his blog where he anonymously talked about his personal grief he’s been flirting with Adam and well trying to read any signals he was putting out. It was a sense of catharsis for him considering actually finding a friend to talk this out with seemed impossible when his only friend seemed to be Adam. He checked the time and let out a murmered ‘fuck.’ and began to slouch off to his bedroom. Entirely forgetting he had said for Adam to sleep in it.
Fergus shuffling into his bed had managed to stir Adam awake. And Fergus in his ever so sleepy trance didn’t notice that Adam was in fact in his bed, well when it's one's fantasy why would anyone ever notice.
“Ferg?”
“Mmmhmm” Fergus nestled into the pillow next to Adam where he was propping himself up on his elbow.
“You alright?”
“Mhmmm, shhh come” and by that Fergus had grabbed Adams arm and pulled to hug it- which consequently fucked up Adams balance. Making him fall slightly nearer to Fergus.
“Alright, alright, Ferg. Come here” Adam pulled Fergus into a better hug. Allowing himself to drift to sleep where they can discuss it all later. Because right now, Fergus was in his arms and that's enough.
**
Weirdly enough Fergus had forgotten that he even took himself to bed. So it came as quite a surprise when he woke up staring at Adam, shirtless, sleeping beside him. God he looked so peaceful. He wished it could be like this forever. God he needed to update his blog.
Adam didn’t get the nice gentle awakening that Fergus had, his view upon waking up was Fergus, upright, tapping at his Ipad. Then just when he put the ipad down after noticing Adam had woken up- a notification went off on Adams phone. A notification which let Adam know when the stressed gay updated. He looked at Fergus, clogs clicking into place. He had been reading Fergus’s blog.
“Ferg?”
“Yup.” Fergus was starting to blush, probably because he had realised too.
“Do you uh… write a blog?” Adam sitting up now to level with Fergus, his chest appearing from under the covers.
“Uuhh,”
“Can I kiss you?” Fergus nodded in response. “I don’t think you’ll need to blog anymore… common take off that sodding shirt,”
“God only if you take off your trousers.” So both hectically began removing clothes. And it was perfect. Because it was Fergus, and for Fergus it was Adam. Nothing could get better than this.