"You'd think I'd be the picky one." Adam leaned against the kitchen counter and brushed his hair out of his eyes. "Twenty apartments, Kristopher? Really?"
Kris frowned at the appliances. "I hate electric stoves. I think they were invented by take-out places to increase sales. And where did they find a Harvest Gold refrigerator? It looks like my grandma's."
"There's always SOMETHING wrong, isn't there?" He had to laugh. "You are SUCH a diva. And that's supposed to be my job. I'm the lead tenor."
Kris turned to him with one of his amazing grins, the ones only Adam got to see. "And there's no glory in making the second violist gay. I swear, I had a normal life until you climbed on that stage and opened your mouth."
"And told you to tune your instrument." Adam grinned at the memory. They'd both been new hires at the LA Opera, their first jobs with a nationally known company. Kris had gone into major debt for a top of the line viola, and he was still getting used to it; Adam was not sure if he wanted to be a countertenor or a rock star. Which was why he strode on stage with black hair and eye-liner, and then filled the theater with his unamplified voice, only to stop and reprimand Kris, and make remarks about his plaid shirt.
He apologized later, of course, and offered to buy dinner. Kris begged off to see his fiancée, who was auditioning for a soap opera that day. Adam even pouted, which usually worked even on straight boys, which only ended up with them having coffee, talking all night and becoming best friends.
Until the day Kris broke up with Katy, got drunk and kissed Adam right after rehearsals, to the cheers and catcalls of the cast and orchestra. Adam even caught Michael, the timpanist, and Matt, the pianist, exchanging money. Danny, the bass, looked confused, and the little contralto just laughed herself silly. Simon sent them both out to get sober and to "get a room."
And now here they were, looking for a place to call their own. And all Adam wanted was enough space for one season's clothing and his music collection, and a washer/dryer.
"We're not going to find a gas stove. They don't exist in our price range."
"Yeah, I know. It does have a pool, though. I like pools." Kris wrapped his arms around Adam. "And there's room for a king-sized bed, so we'll both fit." He kissed Adam.
"So. It's not too far from the opera house. There's a Starbucks right in the complex. There are plenty of umbrellas around the pool so I don't get skin cancer. And I'll get my mother to teach you how to cook on an electric stove." Adam nuzzled Kris's neck.
"I love your mother."
"Ahem." The complex manager stood there, his arms folded. "Not that I mind watching. You guys are hot. But maybe you want to take the place first?"
They laughed. Adam whispered that they'll seal the deal on the kitchen counter later, to make Kris blush, and then told the manager that he had two new tenants.