This isn’t even remotely what you wanted but I tried. I gave him AN Adam! Kinda! You just didn’t specify which one! *hides* 

Everyday like clockwork Darko made a strawberry milkshake and put it on the counter for his best customer. 

The Pit Stop had been in business for only a year, but Adam Raki was no doubt his favorite and best customer despite his naivete thinking this place was anything other than a drug laundering front. 

He had exactly two customers who came in to have lunch everyday and no one else: Adam and a little old woman named Elise who only ate the shitty pie he bought frozen from the market down the street. 

Adam’s arrival had forced him to actually start making food and bringing in staff, though most of his men looked at him funny they did as they were fucking told. 

A strawberry milkshake and a bowl of macaroni and cheese. 

That was Adam’s lunch and Darko felt an odd pride at being the one to give it. 

It took jealousy for him to realize why. 

Nigel flew in from Bucharest after officially ending his divorce, broken down and half dead even after a day of sleep. He dragged himself in to the Pit Stop at lunch one day and sat on the stool Adam would need in three minutes time. 

“Don’t sit there,” Darko mumbled, “Sit your ass someplace else.” 

Nigel grinned. “You mean this milkshake isn’t for me, brother? I’m hurt.” 

“It’s for–” 

The door jingled and they both turned just as Adam entered. 

“Who is that gorgeous creature?” 

Darko frowned. “He’s no one, just…” 

Adam walked over to the stool and stood beside it. “Excuse me, can you sit somewhere else?” 

Nigel smiled at him. “For you, Darling? Of course.” 

He moved two stools down and preceded to occupy Adam’s time for the rest of the afternoon. Darko grew increasingly angry every time he came back with something for Adam but was ignored. 

By the time Adam left to go back to work Nigel had his address, phone number, and a date. 

He winked at Darko when he left. 

Darko pushed over the salt shakers and felt an abnormal satisfaction at the sound they made breaking. 

Fucking Nigel. 

The next day when Adam didn’t come in for lunch he thought it was a fluke. 

It wasn’t. 

Nigel and Adam became lovers in a month when it had taken Darko almost a year to get him to smile. 

Then something amazing happened. 

“So, Adam has a cousin.” 

Darko rolled his eyes at Nigel over beer, still bitter that he’d taken Adam away even before Darko could get remotely close to him.

“What the fuck do I care?” 

“He’s coming to stay in the states for two weeks and I don’t want him to ruin my sex life so I said he could stay here.” 

Darko groaned. “Seriously, brother? Why would I want Adam’s boring cousin to take up in my place?” 

Nigel pulled out his phone and scrolled through before he turned to show Darko a picture. 

The man could’ve been Adam’s twin brother they looked so much alike. 

“When does he arrive? Does he need a lift?” 

Nigel grinned. “Tomorrow, and no. He’s renting a bike.” 

Darko’s dick twitched. “He likes motorcycles?” 

“As far as I know,” Nigel laughed, “According to his cousin, Adam Towers likes just about anything.”