Hey besties! Picture up there is of Henry 

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DANIEL'S P.O.V

          Waking up in complete dark not knowing what time or day it was, was always a trip. I felt around for my phone.  It was on five percent and it was one in the morning. I rolled over and scanned the room before leaning and turning the lamp up. My stomach growled and I stood up.

             I took my sweater off and slid out of my pants, I'd just quickly go downstairs and heat the food up then come back up here. It was way too hot right now. I opened the door and peeked out to see all the lights off. Adrian's room was downstairs so I had to be very careful going down the stairs. 

 Once I was there, I turned on the kitchen light and looked into the microwave he had moved it to the fridge. It was baked potato soup, I dug around the fridge more and found a container of garlic bread and another container of broccoli.  His fridge was amazing, everything was labeled and he had juice and all this healthy shit all nice and neat and organized and on the other side had cookies and other goodies.

             I don't know how he hasn't eaten all these treats in one go, should I go with the cheesecake or the brownies. I paused and opened the freezer, there it was a pint of vanilla ice cream. I did a small happy dance and grabbed the soup and side dishes to go with it . I hit my hip against the door to close it and as I turned around Adrian himself had a look of amusement on his face. 

   "Fucking Hell!" I shouted, jumping, I gave him a dirty look.  "You scared the shit out of me, almost dropped this!" I said putting the stuff on the island. He didn't say anything just burst out laughing. "I assume you took a liking to my fridge?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.  I gave myself a generous amount of soup and licked the spoon before putting the bowl in the microwave. 

    "Thanks for dinner." I said, turning back to him. "Are we good?" I found myself asking. Feeling my heart start to race. He gave me a confused look. "Yeah , is something on your mind?" He asked, sitting on a barstool. I sat beside him after getting my food. 

         "I don't know." I said honestly, pushing my spoon around. Adrian turned his body towards me and leaned his head on his hand.  Knowing more about him was starting to peek my interest, What made him tick, what was he thinking about right now, what food he hated.

    "What's a food you hate?" I blurted out. 

"I fucking hate peas." Adrian said and I burst out laughing. "Same!" I agreed. I took a bite of my garlic bread and stole a glance at him. Once again he was wearing grey sweats and no shirt. His tattoos made him even more attractive. 

          We spent the next few minutes just asking each other petty questions . 

I put my spoon down when I finished eating and took a long sip of my water. "What's one thing you dislike about yourself?" I asked and we made eye contact.  I don't know how much Adrian knew about me or what Taylor told him but he knew I wasn't innocent. He definitely knew about the drug usage but to what extent. 

          "I suppose how emotional I can be." He said and I raised an eyebrow. Adrian, emotional? Not possible. "Emotional? I literally broke your favorite dish set, had almost a thousand dollars taken from you and you never once got mad." I said to him. 

         "Who said I wasn't mad? " He asked and I opened my mouth but closed it. "I was mad but what was hurting or screaming at you gonna do?" He said and my chest sank. "Then how would you be emotional?" I asked and he stared at me. "I have my moments, I'm working on it." He said and took a sip of his water bottle. "I don't really think anything is wrong with being emotional.." I started.  

  "You're in tune with your own needs and you're self  aware." I said but maybe I wasn't one to talk. I couldn't even control my emotions. I mean I did with how I felt about  Adrian around him  and I don't know how I got that far. "I guess, I never saw it that way." He said, thinking for a moment. 

            "Did someone ever tell you, you were emotional?" I asked out of curiosity and he stiffened. I didn't know if I should press or just drop the subject. He started to look uncomfortable so I looked away. "You don't have to answer that, I was going to help myself to a brownie and ice cream, did you want some?" I asked, washing my dish. 

           "I'd love some." He said. I was trying not to beat myself up about asking such a personal question, was it such a bad thing to want to know these things about him.  I needed to know my boundaries with him but I was just too afraid to ask.

        I pulled the plate from the microwave and put a huge scoop of ice cream on the brownie. I pulled the caramel sauce from the fridge and smirked at him. "How the heck do you have all this here but stay so fit?" I asked, pointing at him. "I have self control.." He started, before looking me up and down. "A lot of it." He finished, I froze when I was realized I had been in this mans kitchen in just my boxer briefs.

     "Why are you up?" I asked, grabbing a clean spoon. I squirted a generous amount of caramel on top making sure to lick an excess.

   He was watching me. 

      I stuck the spoon in the brownie and pushed the plate towards him. "No sense in wasting another spoon." I said boldly.  He raised an eyebrow and dug right in.  "You know, I don't know much about you and yet, you seem to know a lot about me." I say, taking the spoon from him and taking my bite. I let the spoon linger on my tongue and raise my eye. 

         "I'm up because I couldn't sleep and true but you haven't made an effort to ask, what do you want to know?" He asked.  "Are you always up around this time?" I asked and he nodded.  "I have a hard time sleeping, always have. I've tried a lot of things, little to no success." He said.

         "But that time I gave you a hand job you said you slept well.." I blurted out, not even thinking. I looked at the time and it was already two thirty in the morning. I wish time would stop, I feel like I was kind of getting a raw and unfiltered Adrian. 

         "You're right and are you implying I should do it myself to sleep at night.." He started before getting up and walking around the island towards me. "Or are you suggesting that you wanna give me a hand?" He asked, leaning on the counter . I sucked in a breath and pulled the spoon from my mouth. 

            "Whatever helps you sleep at night." I said without thinking. I gasped and covered my mouth. He was just as surprised as I was because he gave me a strange look. "I mean.. I was just mentioning it because that morning you said it and I have to call.." I stopped talking as he continued nodding his head in amusement. 

           "Adrian work with me here." I said, feeling so embarrassed. "I have been." He said and I knew it had an underlying meaning to it.  It was almost three in the morning and I didn't want to keep him up. I turned away from him and gave my attention back the brownie. The ice cream had melted perfectly. Just as I was going in for a bite he pressed against me and snatched the spoon. "It's my turn." He whispered in my ear. 

        I pushed back as a reflex and he grunted and grabbed a handful of my hair and grabbed my arm, pinning it behind my back. My face was barely grazing the counter and my heart started to pound. I could literally feel him pressing into me.  "Reflex, my bad." He said. Instead of letting me go he used his other hand to reach for the last bit of brownie. 

             It did not help that I was getting hard and the more I struggled the more he tightened his grip.  "Adrian move!" I said, pushing back against him.  "Haven't finished my brownie." He said with his mouth full. 

          I caught him off guard by flipping around and putting him in a head lock but he quickly put a finger under my armpit and I squealed. "Dick head." I muttered.  We fumbled around more and we flipped each other onto the couch. "Don't you have to go to bed for work, old man." I said and he gave me a hurt expression that was quickly replaced by a devious look. 

      I squealed again when he started to tickle me and grabbed one of the couch pillows and started hitting him with it. He grabbed one also and it quickly turned into a pillow fight . I didn't care about anything else, I was winning.  He flung my body around on the couch and I repeatedly hit him.

  "Not fair!" I shouted, when we ended up on the carpet and he pinned me down.  We were both breathing heavy, he rolled off of me as we caught our breath and then both burst out laughing.  "Oh man, I can't believe I'm having a pillow fight at three in the morning." He said. I turned to my side to face him and push him lightly. "See, you know to have fun." I said.

         He stared at the ceiling and I took that moment to stare at his face, he had a few minor scars on his face that you had to really look at to see. His eyebrow had a slit in it, his lips were such a nice color. 

 He smelt so good, it was this musky vanilla scent. I scooted a little closer and before I knew it, I pressed my lips against his. His lips were so soft, it felt like they melted into mine. He pulled on my bottom lip with his teeth and hovered above me. My hand went to his hair and I pressed against him. His hands were so warm as they ran up my stomach.

         The kiss got so much more aggressive and  he pinned me arms above my head and started attacking my neck. I cried out and lifted my hips to cause any kind of friction between us . He rolled his hips against mine and I whimpered when he started to kiss me again, it was getting harder to breathe and the kiss was getting wetter. 

        "A-adrian." I groaned, pulling away to catch my breath. He was also panting and trying to catch his.  We made eye contact and I gulped. I thought he was going to kiss me again when he lowered his face but instead he whispered in my ear. "You should get some sleep." I couldn't do anything but nod my head and sat up as he rolled off of me. 

        I felt like a wounded puppy, my ego was slightly hurt. Maybe I was coming on too strong. I should have asked to kiss him. 

           He wished me a goodnight and I watched him disappear into his room. With a groan I sat up and heading upstairs. I couldn't believe I was aching like this. I closed and locked the door behind me and eyed the pillow that hid the Dildo August got me. 

         That night I beat my meat so much to the thought of Adrian that I was genuinely concerned with my wellbeing. 

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