A BREAK IN THE MADNESS

by elfin


A break in the madness, and for a few precious minutes they leave us alone. 

I don�t think it�s intentional; everyone�s tired.  Been awake for what feels like days.  They�re not thinking straight and neither are we. 

Only Adam has the balls to put his head on his arms and sleep during a debriefing.  He�s got Harry wound tightly around his left pinky, so much so that I glanced over at Harry as the silence of unanswered questions gave way to the soft sound of snoring and I swear by the expression of incredible gentleness on his face I imagined the next words out of his mouth would be,

�Aw, bless.� 

But instead he told us to take a break; those of us who hadn�t already.

I guess Adam�s got me wrapped around his right little finger.  No one�s going to harm him here.  He�s in a safe place in safe hands so he sleeps.  I can�t trust like that. 

We�re alone, and I can�t pass up this opportunity.  I�m loath to wake him but I have to say something.

Leaning across I curve my hand around the back of his neck, thumb brushing through the fair hair along his nape.  Its filthy, his hair, greasy and sticking up and out in tufts making him look about fifteen.   But then if it weren�t for his permanent twenty-four hour stubble he�d always look too young to be doing the things he does and saying he thing he says. 

Zoe and Danny said he�d breezed in here like rainfall in the summer, catching everyone off guard as vulnerable as they were.  I like the phrase � it describes him beautifully.

He�s crashed back to earth now the adrenaline�s gone from his system.  He did some fast-talking to get us out of there alive, in one piece.  If he hadn�t been convincing they�d have hurt us both � hurt him badly.  Don�t think I could have dealt with that.  Not now. 

I gently brush my thumb over the smooth skin at the top of his spine and he jerks awake, lifting his head and turning to look at me.  Stubble or no, the sleepy look on his face gives him that teenaged appearance again � one that doesn�t gel with the mad, bad gleam in his eyes or the next, obscene words out of his mouth.

�When do we get out of here?  I want to take you home so you can fuck me senseless.� 

I didn�t expect him to ever give voice to what we�d done three days ago, let alone openly declare we should do it again.

My apartment, my bed, the bad boy of MI6, the angel of MI5, stark naked, ass in the air, telling me what I could do with my foreplay and graphically instructing me on what to do with my dick. 

When Adam Carter wants something, he gets it.

�You saved my life,� I point out when I can speak again without squeaking.

He smiles with one side of his mouth, eyes darting to the opening door.  �I saved both our lives � both our asses so we could put them to better use than sitting around in a stuffy boardroom all night.� 

I know the words were directed at me, but the answer�s fed to Harry as he walks back in with a mug of coffee looking dishevelled and exhausted.

�With us again, Adam?� 

�Yes, Harry.�  No apologies.  �When can we get out of here?  I could do a shower, a drink and an Italian, not necessarily in that order.� 

Harry smiles at him and I get that weird feeling again that sometime in their murky pasts, Adam�s let Harry do to him exactly what he let me do to him three days ago.  It�s an uncomfortable idea and a dangerous one.  Even naked with a man�s dick in his ass, Adam�s always in complete control.  It�s something I have difficulty with.

�I suggest you do it in that order,� Harry advises, holding the door open.  �You stink.� 

Adam rises with the speed of someone who�s been feigning sleep for the last twenty minutes. 

I follow, throwing Harry a grateful smile. 

And he says, �Enjoy the Italian,� with a look in his eyes that suggests he knows we�ll be sharing a shower at my place before opening a couple of bottles of wine and calling out for takeaway much, much later.  I can�t help my answering smile.  �I will.  Thanks.�