Title: Spicing Up His Life
Fandom: Spooks (MI5)
Rating: PG
Length: 640
Summary: With Wes out for the day Adam decided to add some spice to Lucas' life.

Wes’ grandparents had booked for him to attend a rugby training day at a local school whilst he, Adam and Lucas were spending the week in their cottage.  Adam hadn’t been too sure about it, but Wes had said he was looking forward to it.

The evening before the training day Lucas caught Wes by himself and said, “Wes, I know you’re keen your Dad and I have one day by ourselves this holiday, but you don’t have to go if you don’t want to.  I don’t suppose it will be too much fun when you don’t know anyone there.”

“It’s okay, Lucas,” Wes replied.  “I’m looking forward to it.  They’ve got a couple of decent players running the training.  And actually it’s better going by yourself.  If you go with friends you spend half the time messing around with them and the other half trying to impress them.  This way I should learn something.  And there’s bound to be a couple of others on their own.  So it’s all good.”

Lucas said no more.  And Wes seemed very enthusiastic the following morning when they dropped him off at the school.

Having done so, Adam said, “Right, I’m going to cook lunch for the two of us.  And since Wes won’t be there, I can cook something spicy.  He moans like mad whenever I do anything like that.  I just need to stop at the market to pick up a few things.”

“Yes, Wes has warned me about your spicy stir fry.  I believe his exact words were, ‘Don’t let Dad do his stir fry if you want to be friends with the inside of your head ever again.’”

“He exaggerates for effect.  You should know that by now.”

***

Lucas watched with interest as Adam threw the various ingredients into the frying pan.  Then, as they began to cook, he went to open the window.  He hoped the smells would have disappeared by the end of the week, because Adam’s house-proud mother-in-law would be very unimpressed if she returned to a kitchen which appeared to have been transported from the Indian sub-continent.

Finally, Adam declared the food ready and served up.  Lucas cautiously took a mouthful and then stopped.

He blinked a couple of times and said, “Wes wasn’t that far wrong.”

Adam pushed a glass of milk across to him, saying, “Here have a drink.  You’ll soon get used to it.”

Lucas had a couple of sips of milk and then another few forkfuls of the stir fry.  By now his eyes were watering.  “I’m sorry Adam.  I cannot eat any more.”

Adam laughed.  “I can’t believe you’re chickening out.  Never mind, I’ll put half of it in a tub and freeze it.  I can eat it next week when you and Wes are both out.  I’m not sure there’s much else for you to eat though.”

Lucas opened the freezer and rummaged around.  “I’ve found some fish fingers.  They’ll do me fine.”  He took them out and put them under the grill.

Once they had finished eating Adam walked round behind Lucas and slipped his hands under his shirt.

“I still can’t believe you exchanged my wonderful stir fry for fish fingers,” Adam said.  He slid his hands underneath Lucas’ waist band and smiled as Lucas leant backwards to give him easier access.  “We don’t need to pick up Wes for some hours yet, and since I failed to spice up your life in one way, maybe we should find another way to do so.”

Lucas slid off his chair and in one fluid movement turned so he could run his own hands over Adam’s chest.  He moved his hands to Adam’s back and pulled him into a passionate kiss.  Then, with one accord, the two of them headed up the stairs in the direction of the bedroom.