"So," he says. He hesitates. "It looks like we're going to have some sex." Adam's eyes pop open. "You - don't - have - to – " "Are you fucking kidding me?" Kris doesn't curse, not really, but for Christ's sake- "That better be some token objection. You had better not be serious."

The main thing he'd been thinking, that whole last week, was that when it was over, he'd finally be able to breathe again. He didn't know what else could've been making him feel so weird, the awful tightness in his chest every time he was in the same room with Cook, the way his stomach just kept clenching up and jumping.

Adam has a condition.

Gerard passed over the lube and condoms, hesitated, then said, "This isn't a stunt dick thing." Adam raised an eyebrow. "Okay?" "Okay," said Gerard. "I'm just saying. I could take care of this myself." "I'm sure you're more than capable," said Adam in a soothing voice. "Look, if this is weirding you out, that's cool. Sometimes a guest star only seems like a good idea."

Three guys meet in a bar. Two of them need to break a curse. One of them is about to get very lucky indeed

The party was sprawled across nine different rooms, and Kris ended up getting detoured half a dozen times before he finally managed to track down the bar and get Adam and Katy's drinks and a beer for him.