John considered his options for quite some time until an idea sparked in the back of his mind one clear August day. Adam protested quietly at being pinned in such a way but he dissolved into John's kiss, his fingers tangling in the front of John's soft shirt. The fort was quite interesting to them both and they climbed every tightly wound spiral staircase they could find, up to the grassy tops of the fort where they could barely make out the mainland and the old cannons lay in fragments.
See you later," John mumbled, absently acknowledging that Adam had pressed something into the palm of his hand. He stumbled out of his room to find Adam had dragged a chair over to the window, his eyes scanning the mountains nervously, and each time the lightning flashed John could see him brace for the thunder.
It's nice," John said, nudging Adam as he circled one of the cannons. The afternoons were white-hot and blinding, the evenings cool and painted brilliant purples and pinks as they trudged through Arizona. They meandered for a while on the pebbly beaches of the north side of the island, Adam remarking how strangely brown the water looked compared to the Pacific, but a park ranger overheard his observation and informed them it had something to do with the Mississippi River emptying out not far from them and stirring up dirt in the ocean. The ride to town was a quiet one, one where Adam groused the entire time and rooted around in the trash in John's junky old truck, but John didn't care.
When he woke in the morning, he found Adam crammed against his back, face buried in the dip of his shoulder blades. The architecture, the culture, all of it was completely exotic and the wonder on Adam's face as they explored old John they'd made the right decision about heading back East.
After an afternoon of wandering the city, they found themselves in a seedy bar, sipping bourbon after bourbon until it was all they could do to stumble back to the Bronco in the dark. They slept in Nashville, curled up against each other comfortably, but John felt uneasy the entire night. So East they went, back through the desert on a different route until they came to Texas. Again, Adan eyed him suspiciously the entire time, until it came time for John to pick something and suddenly he had an opinion.
He mulled over who could possibly be following them and sat up occasionally to make sure that no one was sitting in the rest stop with them, only falling asleep after he was absolutely sure nobody was staring at them from the cover of the woods. Instead, Adam settled for picking up his own snacks and drinks. North, he said, seemed pretty boring and that he'd been to Washington and Oregon on the way into the US from Russia. Is it that drastic?
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