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Tommy wasn't sure when 'just part of the show' became something so much more complicated than that, but as Adam crooned sweet nothings into his ear, his body pressed tightly against Tommy's, he knew that he was in trouble. He let his head fall back against Adam's shoulder as he played, just as he had so many times before. This time though, even if he didn't want to admit it, something was different. His eyes slid closed, and Adam's voice washed over him, gentle as a lover's caress, and Tommy's hand slipped on the neck of his guitar.
The crowd erupted in cheers, and Tommy could feel the blush in his cheeks spreading to his shoulders.
The band kept playing. Adam laughed. “I think I've made him nervous,” he purred into the microphone, in the way that only Adam could. So professional. Playing it up for the crowd. Tommy chanced a glance in his direction, but his face was impossible to read under the glare of the stage lights. There was more cheering, and a look from Adam that Tommy couldn't place, and he willed his fingers to work again so that he could continue playing.
The rest of the concert continued in a haze. Somehow, when it was all over, Tommy made it backstage.
“That crowd was awesome,” Adam was saying. Tommy looked to him, glad for the distraction from his own strange thoughts. “One of the best yet, for sure. Did you hear them? They went absolutely wild over your little stunt.”
Stunt? Tommy blinked. “I uh... Yeah,” he stammered. “I messed up. I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I was distracted.”
“Distracted?” Adam repeated. There was something in his tone that Tommy didn't recognize. “I just figured you were playing along. Whatever it was, the crowd loved it. It really was an amazing show. I've never known you to get distracted, though. Maybe we should modify our little stage game a bit...”
“No!” Tommy hadn't meant to yell, not really anyway, and as soon as the word came out, he slapped his hand over his mouth and tried to sink a bit further into the couch cushions. He cleared his throat. “I mean, we shouldn't. The crowd loves it, and I won't mess up again. We shouldn't fix something that isn't broken.”
Adam was on him in an instant, crouching down, so close that their noses nearly touched. Tommy felt hot under the scrutiny of his gaze, and he tried to look away, but he couldn't.
“Are you sure?” Adam asked.
He was so close. He was so close that Tommy could feel the warmth of his breath against his skin. Hell, he could practically see his own reflection in Adam's eyes. He squirmed, unable to do much more than press himself more firmly against the couch cushion. Nothing seemed to help.
“Yeah,” he coughed, his voice coming out in a high-pitched squeak. “It's just... I just think that...”
The door swung open, and in that instant, Tommy was able to tear his gaze away from Adam long enough to notice Ashley standing in the doorway. She smiled, her gaze shifting from Adam to Tommy and back again before she shrugged her shoulders. “I'm...heading to the bus. I'll leave you two alone.” She said in a sing-song voice, and then there was a soft click as the door closed, and Tommy was alone in a room with Adam that seemed to be growing smaller and smaller with each passing second.
Adam was only momentarily distracted by the interruption, and a moment later, Tommy felt the other man's eyes on him again, and he let out a breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding.
“What was so different about this time?” Adam asked.
“Different?” Tommy repeated. “N-nothing.”
“You said you were distracted,” Adam pointed out. “You want to talk about it?”
“No.”
“But you know you can talk to me, don't you?”
“Yes.”
“And you don't want to talk about it? Not at all?”
“No.” Tommy insisted, almost whining as he met Adam's gaze again. “I can't talk about it, okay?”
Adam was silent a while. Tommy wasn't sure how much time passed in the silence. Seconds, maybe? A few minutes? There was no clock to be seen in the small room backstage, and Tommy couldn't bother himself with staring at his phone. Doing so would mean that he would be forced to tear his gaze away from Adam, and he couldn't bring himself to do that.
The space beside Tommy on the couch sank in, and when Tommy turned his head, Adam was there, still watching him with a strange sort of concern etched into his features. Tommy opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out, and instead, he found himself looking at the floor, staring at the tips of his boots as he toed the ground.
“You want to know what I think, Tommy?”
Tommy tilted his head slightly to the side and waited for Adam to speak.
And waited. And waited. Tommy hated uncomfortable silences like these. He shifted his weight and held Adam's gaze. There was something in those eyes, much like earlier, that Tommy didn't recognize, and he wasn't sure what to think about that.
“I think you just need to relax a little bit,” Adam finally said. “Everyone has off days, and the crowd didn't even know you didn't mean to do it, so maybe just take a deep breath and let yourself move--”
Tommy had an idea what Adam was going to say, but he didn't really give the other man the time he needed to finish the thought. Instead, Tommy surged forward on the little couch, and his lips pressed against Adam's, Tommy's body moved as though it was on autopilot, completely outside of his own control, and he didn't even try to fight it. Not when he straddled Adam on the couch, or when his fingertips tangled in Adam's hair...
Adam's weight shifted beneath him, and Tommy bit his bottom lip in an effort to silence a moan. Adam's eyes were leveled on Tommy, clouded with a strange combination of lust and confusion. He didn't speak, though. Instead, Tommy watched with half-lidded eyes as Adam rose and locked the door. He watched and he waited, and when Adam returned, Tommy climbed into his lap again.
Still, no words passed between them. Tommy could feel Adam's hands resting on his hips as his fingertips teased over Adam's chest. He could feel the heat in his cheeks, and he could feel that delicious warmth spreading with each touch of Adam's hand. He could feel it moving lower and lower on his body, and he arched his back, the breath catching in his throat when Adam slid the zipper of his jeans down.
Tommy felt only the slightest flicker of hesitation, but it passed quickly. Adam flipped them, and Tommy felt himself blush beneath the other man. Adam looked at him, and Tommy couldn't look away. Adam's lips found his, and Tommy gave in to the kiss easily, moaning softly as Adam massaged him.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Tommy was aware that they were crossing a line, but his mind was too fogged to process the thought. All he could focus on in the moment was the salty-sweet taste of Adam as their tongues danced together, the erratic thumping of his heart, and the growing discomfort below his belt, where Adam's hand still worked its same teasing rhythm.
“Oh shit...” Tommy moaned out, finally breaking the silence between them. At some point, he must have blinked, because when he looked down, his pants were gone, and Adam was kneeling, looking up at him from behind a mess of dark hair with a playful smirk. Tommy wanted to say something more, but he couldn't seem to form the words. He reached out and ran his fingers through Adam's hair instead, watching and holding his breath as Adam leaned forward.
Adam's hand closed around Tommy's waiting cock, and his eyes fluttered closed as a low moan passed his lips. They had definitely crossed that unspoken line. Hell, they'd jumped it and a few others, too, but even as the thought pushed itself back to the front of Tommy's mind, he couldn't bother himself with it too much. Adam's touch was just as he imagined it might be. Firm, yet calculated. Each movement measured, each caress a means to a goal. Tommy could only squirm beneath him, his fingers tangled in Adam's hair. Despite the wiggling, Tommy knew. He didn't want to be anywhere else. It felt so good, and whatever this was, whatever had happened, whatever line that they had crossed, that he had crossed... He didn't want this to stop.
He moaned again, and the corners of Adam's lips curled upwards into a cat-like grin. “You make some very interesting sounds, Glitterbaby, and I just got started.” He whispered. “I wonder...” Adam ghosted a hot breath over Tommy's sensitive flesh, and Tommy's eyes slid closed again, and when Adam's mouth closed around his flesh, Tommy's mind went blank. He forgot about the concert, about the little room, about Ashley, all of it. He could focus on was how wonderful it felt to be in this moment.
Tommy's fingers raked through Adam's hair as the other man fell into a rhythm. He watched Adam's head bob up and down, and found himself mesmerized by the rhythm of it. The heat that had started in his cheeks began to travel through the rest of his body and coiled into a tight ball in his stomach.
Tommy's breath hitched in his throat, and he squirmed beneath Adam, tugging desperately at the other man's hair. “Adam, you should... I'm going to... I'm...”
There was a knock at the door, and the knob jiggled. Startled by the attempted intrusion, Tommy jumped, an unintentional thrust of his hips pressing the tip of his cock to the back of Adam's throat as he came. He cried out, but Adam's hand clamped over his mouth and muffled the sound.
The door knob wiggled again, and there was a soft knock. Adam looked to Tommy and pressed his index finger to his lips as he pulled his hand away from Tommy's mouth. “Yeah?” He called out.
“Are you guys alright? We got everything packed up, so we're ready to go when you are!” It was Ashley. Again.
“Yeah,” Adam replied. He looked to Tommy with laughter in his eyes and then turned his gaze back to the door. “We're coming. Tommy wasn't feeling very good. We'll be there in a minute...”
“He's not feeling good?” Ashley sounded concerned, and for a moment, Tommy actually felt guilty. He felt fine. More than fine, really. Fucking fantastic. “Is there anything I can do?” She asked, and Tommy imagined her just beyond the door, her face pressed to the wood and her hand still resting on the knob.
“No, he's alright now. Must have been the lights or something.” Adam replied. “We'll be out there in a minute. Tell the driver to go ahead and start the engine, okay? I'm going to walk with Tommy just in case he's a little unsteady on his feet.”
“Okay,” Ashley said. “See you soon!” Tommy heard the slap of her boots against the tile floor, and as the sound faded into nothingness, he felt himself breathe again. Adam, still kneeling on the floor in front of him, laughed and shook his head, and Tommy felt himself blush again.
“I'm sorry about...” He started.
“Don't be sorry,” Adam said, shaking his head. “Are you feeling better?”
“I...” Tommy stopped and bit his bottom lip. “We should probably get to the bus, yeah?”
Adam hesitated for a moment. “Probably. Ashley might send a search party next...”
“Adam, I...”
“Don't.” Adam repeated. “It was fun.”
Tommy swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded. Fun. While there was a part of him that definitely agreed with Adam, there was another part of him that wondered what Adam meant by that. Fun. Was that all it was? Why had he kissed Adam, anyway?
Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and he could feel Adam pressed against him, his voice like velvet caressing his skin. He could feel Adam's hands on his body, Adam's lips on his skin. When he opened his eyes again, he knew he was blushing. Adam was staring at him expectantly.
“Tommy.”
“Huh?” He frowned.
“We've got to go. Come on. I've got that interview tomorrow afternoon.”
“Oh.” Tommy nodded. “Yeah. Right. Sorry.”
Adam moved forward and looped his arm around Tommy's waist. Tommy was amazed at how easily Adam lifted him, as though he was lighter than the air itself. “You really are out of it,” Adam chuckled. “Come on. I promised Ashley I'd walk with you, and I'm not about to break my promise.”
“Yeah,” Tommy said, forcing a small smile. “I... Thanks.”
Adam reached out with his free hand and unlocked the door. Tommy leaned against him as they walked in silence. He wasn't sure at what point they crossed the parking lot, or how he'd actually managed to make it up the stairs and onto the bus, but he blinked, and he was sitting on the edge of his bunk, and the buildings outside were blurring together. He let out a soft groan and fell back against his pillow, curling in on himself and pulling the curtain to his bunk closed.
Shit. He was in trouble. So much trouble.