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It’s been a whole year since Adam snuck his way into Lawrence’s life. They’ve carved out a handmade life for themselves, with the debris of their past lives apart. Alison has long been abandoned. And all that remains for Lawrence to lean on, is Adam.
When he first moved in, Lawrence assumed it wouldn’t be that much of a change. A person living with you is a person living with you, he thought.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
It is hell on earth, living with a man like Adam. The picture perfect suburban life Lawrence has spent years carefully laying out is being torn to shreds. All to the fault of Adam, of course.
Now the house reeks of cigarettes, clothes lay scattered around, and he can’t even use the downstairs bathroom anymore because of Adam’s ‘hobbies’.
His blood boils beneath his skin every time he finds a stray cigarette butt.
The man is nothing like Alison. Alison was nice and tidy. Alison kept things in order. Alison knew how to cook meals. Alison had tact when broaching argumentative subjects.
Adam is the polar opposite.
When they first met, Lawrence took note of the religious origins of his name. And to his dismay, his Adam is turning out to be much the same to the Bible’s.
Every night he sits at the cool kitchen table they own and prays over his food.
He begs god to save him despite him bringing it upon himself. In a cruel way, it’s his own fault he’s in this mess of a life. He begs for forgiveness, and he prays for the people he’s hurt. Especially Alison. Even in all her unloving glory, she cared. He reminisces of his time with her. Maybe it was a poor decision to throw her to the side in favor of the man he now lives with. He misses Alison, truly. Or maybe he just misses her usefulness, Lawrence himself can’t even tell.
But with each passing day, it grows harder and harder to put up with Adam. Finally, the buildup of months worth of tension bubbles over after a long night in bed together.
He didn’t mean anything snide about it, really. All he asked Adam to do was ‘pick up his dirty clothes’ which were freshly thrown off the floor in the passionate heat of the moment. Maybe it was the way Lawrence said it. He was tired, perhaps it came off rude.
What Adam sneers back though, that was definitely intentional petulance.
“Fuck you. I’m goin’ to sleep. Do it yourself if it bothers you that much.” He says.
“Adam- seriously? They’re right next to you. I’m tired too, you know.”
“Then quit bitching and just cuddle with me.”
“You can’t cuss at me and then ask for my affection.” Lawrence glares at him.
“If I remember a couple minutes ago, you seemed to be cussing a lot. And I gave you more, didn’t I?”
Lawrence stutters for a moment. “That’s hardly the same situation.”
Adam paws his way closer with a shit eating grin, hands catching on Lawrence’s waist.
“I think it is. Wanna say sorry now?”
“You’re insufferable.”
“And you love me.”
“Unfortunately.”
“Aw don’t be like that. What if you actually hurt my feelings?” He drawls out the ‘E’ with a giggle on his lips.
With an exasperated sigh, Lawrence gives in. He falls limp into the other man’s arms.
“Let all bitterness and wrath and anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice.” Lawrence murmurs wearily. It’s fitting for his thoughts in the moment.
“Why do you always do that?” Adam asks with an eye roll.
“Do what.” He quirks an eyebrow.
“I fuck your brains out, and then you say some Bible mumbo jumbo like I didn’t rearrange your guts five minutes ago.”
“Let nothing foul or dirty come out of your mouth. Say only what helps, each word a gift.” Lawrence quotes again with a smug smile, just to get on Adam’s nerves.
Adam groans. It waters the pre-planted seeds of adoration in Lawrence’s chest, now blooming as bright as the garden of Eden.
He doesn’t know how Adam does it. Lawrence spends his days dreading the other man, yet he somehow always finds his way back in Adam’s arms.
No matter what sin Adam’s committed this time, Lawrence finds himself doting on him in spite.
As he presses Adam further into his chest, he can’t help but smile. It’s a wistful smile, soft around the edges. Just how he feels every time he’s with Adam.