“You would be the same age as the…..” Angelo growled before nipping Hirsch back. “You will be the death of me…. But no dates around town.”

Slowly running his tongue along the strawberry Adam tilted his head to the side. “Why is it odd that I am more attracted to you when I am seeing you covered like a wrapped present under the Christmas tree?”

"What about out of town?" Hirsch asked, tilting his head. "In another area?"

"Ooohh, don't talk about Christmas. I'm a total scrooge," Termad teased. "My naked glory is much more attractive."

Rolling off him Angelo lay on the carpet. “and how would we get to where your thinking?” he was not saying yes or no he told himself he was just getting this guy off his case, for now.

“Ah but you see, it is that you body is attractive and I wish to slowly unwrap you from your clothes that makes you clothes much more attractive.” Slowly he bit into the strawberry, letting the juice dribble down his lips and chin.

"A really fast car with good mileage," Hirsch replied, easily, turning over to him. He ran his fingers, slowly, down Angelo's arm.

Termad watched him, amused. "Heh. All right, then, dear..." He whipped his phone out from his pocket and started to rapidly text. He did business using his phone...not a computer.

“No no car because then we would both have to get into it at some point and well then we could be seen.” Angelo said trying to brush Hirsch’s fingers away from his arm.

“all right what?” Adam walked over to see what in the world he was texting. And where did he work?

Hirsch scooted over and nuzzled his shoulder. "Oh, simmer down. Relax. Nothing bad is going to happen...no need to be so stressed about it." He paused. "Hehe. Maybe you need a massage..."

Termad was texting his only governmental advisor, at the moment--something about economic turmoil and what to do about it. "All right...all right," he replied, amused. "Nothing, nothing..."

“no!” curt and to the point.

Looking over his shoulder Adam tried to understand what he was texting about. “so why don’t you just get a blackberry and you the e-mail feature they have?”

"But it would help you relax. I have skilled fingers. I'm not going to try anything funky--I swear," Hirsch whined.

"What's a blackberry?" Termad asked, frowning. "Is it a smart phone? We have those, but they aren't named after fruit."

Grumbling Angelo rolled onto his stomach and sighed. “fine you can give me a massage.”

Adam just stood there searing at Termad for a few minute’s before placing his hand on his head. “Oh boy.” He looked up at the ceiling then back at Termad. “Do you have PalmPilots?”

"Good! Just scold me if I do somethin' funny. I don't think I will, but my hands tend to have minds of their own sometimes. My species, and all..." Hirsch reached down and under him, and pulled his shirt up, so that it hung around his neck and freed his arms. Then, he set to work on his shoulders. He did have skilled hands...

"Palm-what?" Termad tilted his head. "Hehehe. I got an image of little pilots in tiny airplanes flying around."

Pushing himself up onto his elbows Angelo pulled the shirt off his body and let it fall on the ground nearby. His back was covered in the scars from the whips of his child hood and also from the ash from Mt. Vesuvius. There were other more resent scars as well.

Adam burst out laughing before trying to calm himself. “Do you have the internet? With wireless connection?”

Hirsch, who knew a great remedy for scars, didn't say anything at this point. Instead, he worked on relaxing Angelo's muscles. He was quite tense...very tense, actually. Some of his muscles were hard as rock. He must have been quite stressed out, all the time.

"We have that," Termad piped up, frowning. "What's the laughin' foooor?" He seemed like a harmless person...but, he acted that way most of the time. When it came to business, he was serious.

Angelo sighed as he slowly relaxed into Hirsch work. “I do not mind this, maybe you are useful to have around more often.”

“Just the picture I get of little pilots trying to fly the PalmPilot around. The Palmpilot is a touch screen phone that can connect to the internet wirelessly. The blackberry was the first one to really make it big.” Adam stifled his laughing as he sensed that it was not wise to laugh at this man.

"You should relax more, have fun," Hirsch retorted, calmly. "It's never good to be so stressed."

"Aaaahhh, okay. We don't have those," Termad chuckled, shaking his head.

“You try relaxing when you have over thirty students that come to your class expecting you to be teaching just them then having to tell them that no you do not teach beginners, that is up to your advanced students to do” but Angelo did relax a bit more.

“You should get some. They would make your life so much easier, some of them even have little keyboards attached to them that you can use to type up what you need.” Adam said laying his head on Termad’s shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist. “how hard is it to make Tech from my world work here?”

"Still." Hirsch moved to his sides and lower back, rubbing circles into his back gently. "Getting so overstressed is going to drive you overboard."

Termad nuzzled him. "Eeeh...I'm not sure. Your technology might not work here at all," he offered, apologetically.

“you do realize some of this stress is from you.” Angelo said into the floor. gods his hands are wonderful, I wonder what else he can do with them… NO BAD!!! We do not think like that, he does not even look 21…. Not like I was 21 when embraced… BUT NO!!! back and forth Angelo’s mind fought about where it was right or wrong to want to be with Hirsch, and his back reflected this struggle.

Smiling Adam sighed just likening the feel of this man against him. “I was just thinking that if it was similar to what you are using, your designers could take a look and see if they could make a copy that works over here for you.” Running his finger along Termad’s hand he said. “it does not cost that much to pick up one in my world, just pocket change. I may even have one that I am no longer using that they could take apart and see how it works.”

"And I'm taking it away, now..." Hirsch frowned, feeling him tense and relax over and over again. "Relax. You don't have to worry about anything right now."

"Maybe!" Termad kept on texting, though he immediately and noticeably responded to Adam's touches. All about business, but willing to have some fun.

Rolling over on his back Angelo looked up at Hirsch in his eyes. In the center of his chest was a five inch scar of a very elaborate cross. “There are many things that I still have to worry about even now Hirsch. There are people out there that would kill me for more than just my love of men. There are students out there right now that if they are upset will destroy this whole city if I am not watching them. And then there is you.”

“Do you have any place where we can lounge together as you do that? Cause this standing here and nuzzling you, while nice is going to wear my feet out.” Adam said looking around for a large couch or a bunch of pillows.

"Save it for later," Hirsch informed him, frowning. "You don't need to worry about anything for right now. Just let it go. Let yourself relax..."

"We could go to the den," Termad replied, brightly. "We might have to chase a few of my guards away, but we can go there."

Sighing Angelo closed his eyes and placed his index finger to the side of his nose. “Hirsch I have been living with this stress for quite some time now, there is no way that I am just going to let it go and forget about it. Last time I did I got myself branded.” He opened his eyes back up and looked at Hirsch

“You have guard? Why have I not seen them yet?” Adam pulled away to look at him in surprise. “And why would we have to chase them out of the den?”

"I'm not gonna let anything happen to you," Hirsch assured him. "Just let it go and relax. Let it go for now. I'll take care of things."

"They tend to stay away from me unless I really need 'em. I'm needy, and whiny," Termad responded, pointedly. "They like to crowd around the den and drink."

“You’re not understanding me Hirsch, some of my worries I cant let go I have had them for so long.” like the fear that those around me a going to be used to harm me, damn inquisition. Laying there he just looked up at Hirsch, a sadness hidden in his eyes.

“You don’t seem needy and whiny; all I see is a guy that is in command of everything around him.” Adam stepped in front of Termad and lifted his face from looking at the phone with his finger. “And it makes me want you more.”

"You should learn how to let them go," Hirsch retorted, in a softer voice. "You'll feel a lot better. Just trust me. Clear your mind, and try."

Termad grinned. "Just wait until things don't go my way." He leaned in, amused. "I have temper tantrums."

“When you have been living with certain fears for as long as I have, cleaning one’s mind will not get rid of them.” Angelo closed his eye and slowed his breathing down to near nothing. “If you really want me to loosen up your going to have to try harder than that.”

“Well then let’s hope I am never here when you do have one, I would hate to find you unattractive.” Using his hold in Termad’s chin Adam guided their lips to meet in a soft brush of a kiss.