Title: The Wedding Date, Part 3 of 11.
Beta: thrace_adamsThank you sweetie for all your help, I love you so much for it!
Artwork: adobejunkie OMG bb, I love you so hard for this!!!
Word Count: 33,439 - 3.284 This Chapter
Pairing: Adam/Tommy, Romance.
Warnings: Adult Situations and Language
Rating: R - NC-17
Summary: Sometimes friends do really stupid things that get you into trouble and they get off scot-free! This is one of those times. So now because Cheeks couldn't keep his mouth shut and told Adam's ex that he's in LOVE and so fucking HAPPY in this relationship, that, by a way, Adam doesn't actually have! Adam gets an invite to said ex's wedding and ends up going to spend four days with his ex's family with a paid date found for him by Cheeks.
Tommy Joe is practically every dirty fantasy of Adam's and on top of that he's a real sweetheart. Adam is so screwed because four days of playing boyfriends with Tommy is going to be torture, especially since he told Adam that he doesn't mix business with pleasure.
Then Cheeks dares Adam to make Tommy bend his rules and Adam has never been one to back away from one of those. And that's how he finds himself with Tommy smiling up at him in the front garden of Adam's former almost in-laws. "Let the games begin," Tommy says. Indeed, Adam thinks.
Disclaimers: The people you might recognize in here are NOT mine. I'm not making any profit, I'm only doing this for fun. There is no way this ever happened and so on.
A/N: Written for the lambliffbigbang 2012.
I had some really incredible cheerleaders on this fic you all know who you are. I love you all dearly! And I couldn’t have done it without you!
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After dinner Tommy offers to help Allison and Amy with the dishes while the rest of the group chats at the table. When he reaches out to take a plate from Allison to dry off she takes his hand and turns it so his palm is upwards, she trails a finger along his calluses and tilts her head."Guitar or bass?” She asks.
Tommy smiles, obviously impressed with how observant she is.
“Both, but the guitar is my favorite…my true passion.”
“How long have you been playing?”
Adam listens to the quiet conversation, kicking himself for not noticing the calluses. He's been holding Tommy’s hand for most of the day, but if he is honest with himself even he has to admit to having problems focusing on anything except the waves of desire running through him whenever Tommy is near.
“Is that how you two met?”
“No, um Cheeks introduced us.”
Adam recognizes that Tommy is keeping things as close to the truth as possible. However, having Allison asking questions along this line is making him nervous so he leaves his chair to go join them. It doesn't even occur to Adam that this is the first time he's initiated any kind of tactile contact, but Tommy leans naturally into the embrace when he snugs his arms around his waist from behind. Tommy looks up at him through his lashes with a soft smile on his lips.
“Hey there.” Tommy says.
Adam puts a finger under Tommy’s chin and plants a chaste kiss on his lips. Tommy lifts an arm and let his fingers curl up in Adam’s hair, tugs gently at it to make the angle better and deepens the kiss. Nothing but lips and a little bit of tongue, but Adam feels a wave of heat roll through his entire body.
“Oh, get a room you two,” Allison grins.
Tommy lets his hand fall down on Adam’s and turns to face Allison again. “Speaking of, it’s getting late and it’s about time we catch some zz’s. Where are we sleeping tonight?” Tommy asks.
Adam tenses behind Tommy, realizing that not once had he thought about their sleeping arrangements. Tommy automatically strokes Adam’s hands calmingly trying to ease him.
“Mmm. I think mom said something about the attic room but let me check.”
When Allison goes to find her mother, Tommy looks at Adam and asks, “You okay?”
“Yeah, I just… I hadn’t thought about where we were gonna sleep.”
“Don’t worry about it; I’m sure we’ll make it work.”
They both turn as Allison comes back.
“No, sorry guys, but it looks like you’re staying in Jakes old room. Need any help with the suitcases?”
Adam frowns and says something about being perfectly capable of carrying two suitcases.
“Don’t be an ass Adam, it’s just a room and you’ll be sure to get your cuddles ‘coz that bed is SMALL.” Allison laughs loudly.
Adam sticks his tongue out at her and goes to say goodnight to everyone. He can feel Jake's eyes on them as he and Tommy climb the stairs.
When they enter the room it becomes pretty obvious why Adam didn’t feel good about that room or rather the bed. It isn’t exactly a single bed but it's pretty damn close. The room itself is small and the bed is pushed up against the wall so Adam hopes that Tommy will sleep closest to the wall. He really doesn’t feel like crawling over Tommy in the middle of the night if he has to take a leak. Adam drops his luggage and closes the door behind them.
“Well, I guess I can sleep on the floor,” He says, offering Tommy a way out.
Tommy looks at him, soft brown eyes searching his blue ones, looking for anything in there to help Adam to come to terms with the cards they have been dealt.
“That’s up to you, but I’m a big boy and sharing a bed with you isn’t scaring me.”
Adam didn’t miss the challenge lying hidden in those words.
“I don’t know if you noticed Tommy, but I take up a little more space than you do. And I can be an octopus when I sleep.” Adam raises an eyebrow throwing the challenge right back at Tommy.
“Doesn’t bother me.” Tommy answers with a shrug of his shoulder. He is so not backing down.
“I’ll just steal some body heat from you. It works for me.”
“Fine. And by the way…I sleep in my boxers.” Adam turns to unpack. Thinking that Tommy is perfect. Perfect like, made for him perfect.
“That only makes the body heat easier to steal,” Tommy giggles and opens his suitcase to unpack too. When they finish Adam flops down on the mattress.
“Is it okay if I use the bathroom first?” Tommy asks. He pulls out a pair of PJ pants and his toiletries.
“Yes, it’s fine.” Adam turns on the TV and flips through the channels. He's watching but not really seeing anything, his mind stuck on the fact that he is actually going to be sharing a bed with Tommy tonight, no, for the next three nights. Maybe it would be easier than he first thought persuading Tommy to bend the rules about no sex.
Adam can hear Tommy undressing and the shower spray as he turns on the water. The intimate sounds of another person and the mental pictures of Tommy in the shower make Adam’s blood rush south and he curses his vivid imagination. Adam turns up the volume on the TV drowning out the sounds coming from the bathroom.
Ten minutes later Tommy opens the door letting steam follow him into the room. Adam is trying to keep his gaze locked on the TV but it seems he has left his willpower somewhere at home. Tommy’s hair is still damp and his face is clean, all the makeup gone. His PJs hang low on his hips and he looks so much more innocent that way. Adam’s eyes wander and grow big when he spots Tommy’s tattoos. He practically jumps out of the bed to see them up close. He grips Tommy’s arm gently and inspects them with joy in his eyes.
“Big fan of horror?” He is not even trying to disguise the laughter in his voice.
“And OH MY GOD, is that John Wayne??”
Tommy looks a little coy and doesn’t meet Adam’s eyes. Adam notices a blush creep up Tommy’s neck. The sight of that delights Adam. Finally. It is good to know he isn’t the only one capable of that. Tommy gently releases Adam’s hold on him.
“Yeah, big fan of horrors and The Duke.”
“That is so cute.” Adam voice is filled with laughter. Tommy shakes his head.
“Not cute. Badass!” Tommy sighs.
“No, babe. That’s cute. Sorry but it is.”
From the look on his face, Adam can tell Tommy is a little taken aback at his endearment and wonders briefly if he overstepped his bounds. But when the surprised look disappears and a small smile takes it's place, Adam relaxes, figuring that Tommy must have decided it was a good thing that he let his guard down a bit.
“Whatever, it’s your turn to use the bathroom. I’ll get under the covers.”
Adam finds the stuff he needs and goes to get ready for bed. When he comes out Tommy is lying his the side, both hands under the pillow and Adam can’t help but to think he looks adorable like that. Face of an angel with tattoos of hell covering up the pale skin. He glares at the bed sighing involuntarily over the size of it. He gets under the covers and is very careful about not touching Tommy as he finds a somewhat comfortable sleeping position. For a while he lets his mind wander while looking at Tommy.
“Hmm.” Tommy keeps his eyes closed, looking relaxed.
Adam doesn’t know how to ask what is going on in his head so he just keeps silent. Tommy opens his eyes and his lips curls when their eyes meet.
“Just ask, I won’t bite you.” He shifts a little so he’s more comfortable as he studies Adam. Adam feels very self-conscious as if those brown eyes can see right through him.
“I don’t know…… you said you do get invested…. In your clients…. I was just….. well, what did you mean by that?”
“Hmm. Well, I guess I see the people I’m around and I carry them with me because I care about them. I want them to be happy or at least satisfied in their lives. I know I can’t make them happy, but I can be there for a short time and let that time be the best possible. They all leave imprints on me help, shape the person I am, so I guess I do the same for them and I like that idea.”
“Have you ever crossed the line?” and yeah that was the real question here wasn’t it? Adam desperately wants to know if he has any chance at getting Tommy to bend the no sex rule, because the more he learns about Tommy, the more attractive the dude gets.
“The line where it becomes more than a job?”
“Yes. You know the woman I mentioned earlier? The only one that’s allowed to call me Thomas?”
“Mary is seventy-five. I met her five years ago on her seventieth birthday. I escorted her to the theater. She wanted me to go with her because I reminded her of her grandson. She is a riot and we had a great time. She made appointments every month and we became friends. Real friends…with her I’m just me, there’s no boundaries and I’m pretty damn sure she feels the same way. When I realized it had stopped being a job I just made it a habit showing up on her doorstep at least once or twice a month often even more. I know how happy that made her……and I loved that she didn’t ask about money once after I showed up without an appointment. She felt the same as me. She’s great and I love her……she is the grandmother I never got to know and a fierce friend.”
Tommy sounds so happy when he tells Adam this that Adam feels a little jealous. He wants to know everything about Tommy too. He wants to be the reason Tommy smiles like that.
“So is that the only time?”
“No it isn’t.” Tommy’s voice is nearly reduced to a whisper.
“No, I…” Tommy worries his lip.
“You what?” Adam pushes.
He wants to know more; to learn everything he can about the enigma that is Tommy Joe. Tommy snorts and Adam smiles thinking of Cheeks reaction towards Adam when he did it.
“I fell in love once.” Tommy closes his eyes. And Adam wonders if it’s still too painful to think about.
“Yeah, I thought she was the sweetest thing ever and so beautiful.”
Adam feels his gut clench. He turns so he is looking up at the ceiling instead of Tommy. He damns Brad to hell for finding him a gorgeous, and really fucking sweet, STRAIGHT and off the limits dude and curses the circumstances that's put him in the same room or bed for three fucking nights. “She hired me to make her ex-boyfriend jealous, to get him back. She did and I learned an important lesson. She is the reason I don’t mix business with pleasure.”
“I’m sorry you had to go through that Tommy.”
“We all do eventually, don’t we? It’s okay, I’m over it. But I don’t want to go there with a client ever again. I’m saving my heart for someone I meet outside the job. And before giving it away completely I’ll let Mary have a say in the matter too. She is way smarter than me.” Tommy sighs.
Adam really wants to kiss away the pain, but goes for a diversion instead.
“Oh now you’re mentioning your life outside the job…that reminds me, why didn’t you tell me you’re a guitarist?”
“Why should I? It has nothing to do with this… and I don’t want you to feel like I’m one of those people that expects something from you.”
“No……. but it’s something that’s important to you…and Alli noticed.”
“Yeah she did. She’s an observer isn’t she?”
“She is….and I’m not too sure we’re convincing her.”
“Then we just have to make it more obvious, don’t we?” Tommy snickers.
“Yeah, I don’t see how, though.”
“Let me worry about that. Get some sleep, Adam. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”
“Yeah. Goodnight.” Adam closes his eyes and focuses on his breathing instead of the warm body lying next to him.
“Night.” Tommy’s voice is soft. He too, closes his eyes and shifts a little to get comfortable. Within minutes he is asleep.
The next morning Adam wakes up to a loud knocking on the door. For a second he can't remember where the fuck he is, but then he hears Allison’s voice telling him to get his perky ass moving. He tries to move only to realize that he can’t. Sometime during the night Adam had squirmed his way into the middle of the bed and it seems like, with no place to go, Tommy had decided to sprawl out across him, because Tommy’s head is on Adam’s chest , an arm thrown around his middle and a leg over top of his.
They’re so close that Adam can actually feel Tommy’s morning wood against his hip. The duvet is only covering them from the waist down and Adam also realizes that he has an arm around Tommy, because that is certainly not his hipbone his thumb is slowly caressing. Adam stops moving, he almost stops breathing too. He wonders how the actual fuck he is getting out of this situation without disturbing Tommy. He slowly and very cautiously removes his hand from Tommy’s hip.
“Don’t you even dare, Lambert!” Tommy’s voice is sleepy drunk.
“Put that hand back where it belongs and let me wake up warm and cuddle happy.”
“Do you even know what you’re saying?”
“Oh for crying out loud, we’re not fucking, just cuddling. I bet you do it with Brad without giving it a though…am I right??”
“Then put it back.” Tommy grabs Adam’s hand and puts it back on his hip. He then puts his own arm back around Adam and snuggles a little closer. Adam can’t seem to think about anything else but how it would feel if Tommy would rock his hips just a little. But Tommy doesn’t instead he mumbles a content,
Adam decides right then he might as well just enjoy it, even though his own half hard dick is taking a little more interest than Adam is ready to admit, because it’s been too damn long since he had someone this pretty in bed with him.
There is another rapid knock on the door and before Adam even has a chance to answer, someone pushes the door ajar poking their head inside.
“You boys decent?” Jake asks.
Adam’s body goes rigid and he pushes at Tommy’s shoulder. Tommy lifts his head and looks questioningly at Adam. Adam is sure he can see just how vulnerable he feels and hopes desperately that he can't see the want as well. They communicate silently for a second before Tommy answers Jake. He keeps Adam’s gaze locked in his the entire time.
“Sure, come on in.”
Jake opens the door and stops. The way his hand tightens on the door knob tells Adam that he wishes he could back out and close the door knob again, but instead he opens his mouth to speak.
“Mom said to haul you two out of bed…she has plans, breakfast is on the table.”
Tommy is still staring into Adam’s eyes. And something shifts between them and Adam can tell that Tommy feels it. His face flushes and Adam licks his lips unable to disguise the want in his eyes. He sees Tommy's eyes darken and drop down to focus on his lips as if Tommy's thinking about kissing him, really fucking kissing him. And Adam, he wants nothing more than to kiss Tommy and it must show in his eyes because a broken sound spills out of Tommy's throat and his hips snap down against Adam. Only then does Adam realize Jake is still there waiting for a response.
“Okay, we’ll be right there.” Adam says his voice torn, thick with desire.
Jake backpedals out of there as if the devil was on his tail and closes the door. The click from the door handle galvanizes Tommy into action. Despite this being a bad idea and his supposed policy about never mixing business with pleasure, Adam can tell by the look on his face that he's decided to throw all that out the window and kiss him. Because after all, one kiss isn't gonna hurt, right? Right??
But Adam panics and he moves faster than Tommy and before Tommy even has a chance to make a move he's on his back, alone in the bed and Adam is closing the door to the bathroom behind him.
Tommy gets up on his elbows and stares at the door in shock. He palms this junk though his PJ’s and a small moan pushes its way up his throat. But instead of getting off, he just groans and throws himself backward onto the mattress.
Behind the bathroom door, Adam is hyperventilating. He wants to bang his head against the wall, but he doesn’t want to give away just how much this affected him. Stupid, stupid him for wanting the stupid straight boy. He pulls off hisboxers and turns on the water in the shower. He walks under the spray and jerks off fast and hard hoping the sound of the water drowns out the sound of him getting off.
When he comes out from the bathroom a little while later he finds Tommy fully dressed, on his belly and flat out laughing about something in the TV.
Tommy looks away from the TV and his eyes wander over Adam’s body. Adam didn’t get his clothes when he bolted for the bathroom, so he's wrapped a towel around his hips and Tommy's face colors..
“Nothing, so Adam I’m sorr-“
“Don’t want to talk about it.” Adam finds what he needs in the closet. But doesn’t turn to face Tommy, his entire body tense. Tommy gives it another try,
“But I really think we should talk-“
“Nope, leave it be and go get ready for breakfast while I get dressed.” Adam points toward the bathroom to emphasize his point.
“Okay, but I feel-“
“Tommy!” Adam slaps a flat hand against the closet door, making Tommy jump in surprise.
“Fine! Have it your way.” Tommy hisses and stomps to the bathroom.
They don’t speak a word to each other on their way to the kitchen. They get greeted with good mornings and warm smiles as they sit down. Coffee and food gets handed around the table and the conversation floats free and easily around them. Nobody seems to notice anything wrong with either of them, and a few minutes in Tommy is visibly more relaxed. He reaches out for the coffee pot just as Adam does the same, their hands brush and Adam yanks his back as if he burned it. Tommy sneaks a peek at him and suppresses a sigh. Things just got a whole lot more difficult.