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There was a box on Adam’s bed when he walked in from class. 

It was a bright blue and had been tied with sparkling blue ribbon that reminded Adam of the sky at night. He walked to the bed and lifted the top off, smiling when he saw what was inside. 

A large wooden solar system, obviously hand carved and he was mesmerized just staring at the intricacy. 

The bottom of the box had a note inside, with just one sentence written and he smiled as he read. 

So you can see them even without a telescope, Spaceman.

He didn’t have to read the name on the bottom to know who it was from, as it could only be from one person. 

Nigel. 

His father had begun trading with Nigel over three months ago, sometimes drugs and others guns but they had meetings nearly every week. The first time he’d seen Nigel it had been in passing, a quick glance at the tattooed man laughing when his father made the same joke he made about the blonde in the bar for the fourteenth time that Adam still didn’t understand why it was supposed to be funny. 

Nigel’s eyes had stopped on him for only a second but Adam felt his eyes go through him as he went by, his father remarking, “That’s my son, Adam. He’s studying astronomy.” 

“Fucking stars,” Nigel had said, still watching Adam, “Never really understood that shit.” 

His father had clapped Nigel on the back and laughed, “You and me both, my friend. You and me both.” 

The first time he got a gift was two weeks later, a glass star that Adam kept on a high shelf across from his bed that he stared at every night before he went to sleep. 

Nigel had never spoken to him directly, only glances and sometimes smiles but Adam liked seeing him in the house. He usually hated the smell of smoke but there was something about Nigel that made him miss it when he was gone from the house, a scent that seemed to drift into the dining room as he ate his macaroni during their meetings and wondered just why Nigel gave him things. 

Adam wasn’t used to this attention, nor did he know what to do with it. Not really.

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Nigel was talking to Andy again. 

Adam didn’t want to fault Nigel for having a friend, but he’d never talked this much on the telephone before especially when he was home after such a long day. 

“…and you know that I want to be there so I can see it. Yes, darling you know how those little sexy shorts…” 

Adam frowned, looking up from his book. 

“There is no one hotter there than you are, darling,” Nigel said, laughing, “Those long as fuck legs and pert breasts.” 

Adam’s stomach started to hurt, he felt his hands shaking as he tried not to listen but he didn’t get why Nigel would be talking like this in front of him. It was horribly mean and just rude. 

“Yes,” Nigel said, leaning back on the couch with a grin, “Yes, darling you know I…” He seemed to notice Adam’s upset and frowned, “I’ll call you back. Yeah, tomorrow.” 

Adam’s eyes were teary as he snapped, “You’re horribly rude, you know? Talking like that to some girl in front of me,” he stood up and nearly knocked over the chair, “I thought Andy was a man. I thought…” 

Nigel stood up, reaching out to touch his arm but Adam pushed him off. 

“Gorgeous, Andy and I are friends nothing more. She’s a dancer at the club,” Nigel started but Adam turned around to poke at his chest. 

“Some exotic dancer who probably has breasts that you like, and a vagina. I know you hate it when…” 

Nigel put a hand over his mouth and said, “Adam, stop. Stop this right fucking now, you hear me?”

Adam was shaking and wanted to hit something, kick something. He didn’t move not because Nigel said to. He didn’t move because he couldn’t. 

Nigel moved his hand away, reaching out to touch Adam’s cheek and sighing, “Star, I would never look at anyone else. You know this. Tell me you know this.” 

Adam felt a tear on his cheek, “She’s a woman. I’m not a woman.” 

Nigel kissed his cheek, sighing against it as he whispered, “No darling, you’re not. But I fucking love you anyway, yeah?” 

Adam trembled, tears coming more freely, “You were telling her she was sexy, as that you liked her legs. I didn’t like it, I don’t…” 

Nigel kissed his cheek again, running his mouth down Adam’s neck, “I’m sorry, star. So fucking sorry. I didn’t think you’d hear, you never hear me when you’re in a book. I shouldn’t fucking talk like that, I know.” 

Adam’s arm came around Nigel’s neck, pulling him closer. 

“I want to put marks on your skin so she can see.” 

Nigel laughed, kissing his mouth again lightly, “I would love to have you do that, star. Fucking love it,” he put his other arm around Adam’s side till they were against each other, “But Andy has a girlfriend, I think she’d just fucking laugh.” 

Adam pushed him back, pulling on his arm, “I don’t care, you shouldn’t have talked like that in front of me and I don’t want you to have sex with anyone else. I don’t like you talking like that.” 

Nigel’s hand came in his, softening the hold and Adam shuddered, moving against him. “I’m so sorry, star. I’m yours, darling. All yours.” 

Adam pushed him on the bed with a glare, straddling his lap. 

“Yes, you are.” 

Nigel couldn’t say no to that.