Title: The Wedding Date, Part 11 of 11.
Beta: thrace_adams Thank 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 - 2.803 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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One year later.
“Are you ready?”
Adam pops his head into the room where Tommy is sitting on the floor, legs pulled up under him and his bass on his lap, long lean fingers strumming the cords. To his right music sheets are spread out and he's holding a pencil between his lips. He looks up at Adam's voice and shakes his head stubbornly. Adam sighs a little, as adorable this side of Tommy is, now is not the time. They’ve got plans.
Tommy removes the pencil and says, “Just one more minute. I wanna get this right.”
Adam sighs again, this time it is loud and heartfelt.
“You got all evening for that baby, now put the bass away and get your pretty ass out here.”
“Is that my boyfriend or my boss talking?” Tommy asks quizzically, raising an eyebrow, because it is always good to know who you’re up against and Adam the boyfriend, is a whole lot easier to manipulate than Adam the boss is.
“Both!! We gotta go!”
“Dude, it’s just Mary! She is used to it. We’re late all the time; I bet she expects it by now.”
“Hmm, yeah I know but I have something I want to ask her and I need her to be in a good mood.”
“Haha she is always in a good mood, dude and besides, you do know she adores you, right?! She doesn’t shut up about you. It's constantly Adam this and Adam that.” Tommy jokes, and peeks up at Adam through his lashes.
And suddenly Tommy’s attention is totally focused on Adam. He narrows his eyes suspiciously, starting to put things together. Adam has been fidgeting all morning and he's been distant. Tommy was just too wrapped up in the creative zone to fully notice it but now he's definitely getting a nervous vibe from him. Tommy carefully places the bass on the floor beside him and gets up. He walks over to Adam and put his arms around his waist and looks up.
“Okay spill it! What’s making you so nervous all of a sudden?”
Adam shakes his head a little before pressing a kiss to Tommy’s temple, “Nope, not gonna happen. It's between Mary and me.”
“Okay?!” Tommy drags the word out and looks skeptical, now he is feeling a little uneasy too.
“Just get ready, okay?” Adam pleads and Tommy cringes a little, feeling like an ass for getting lost in his music when Adam clearly is battling something in his head. He releases his hold on Adam and takes his hand instead, leading the way out the door.
“I’m ready, let’s go.”
Mary opens the front door with a huge smile, opening her arms to hug them both.
“Oh my boys are finally here!” she says as Tommy kisses her cheek.
Adam laughs a little and points at Tommy. “Blame him. He wouldn’t let go of his bass. Sometimes I wonder if he loves that more than me.” Adam pouts.
“Oh but I totally do! See, it never talks back and I’m always right. It just wants me to play it.” Tommy throws back over his shoulder as he guides Mary into the living room. She pushes him away in an affectionate way, pretending to be offended by his words.
Adam snorts, “Hmpf! So do I!”
“Haha, yeah you do.” Tommy stops and turns to grab Adam and kiss him.
“Boys! Behave! You’ll have time for that later.” Mary giggles and tries to put on a serious face, “Now, what was it you wanted to talk to me about Adam?”
“Uhm… I ….” Adam says and he doesn’t look directly at Tommy or anything else for that matter.
He squeezes Tommy hand, and asks in an apologetic voice, “Could you like maybe leave us for like 15 minutes??”
Tommy feels a pang of worry, and he doesn’t really want to leave, but he still complies. “You’re so weird today. But sure, I"ll um, I’ll go get cake for the coffee or something.”
Tommy shrugs going for casual and it might even work because Adam smiles widely almost relieved. The knot in Tommy’s stomach tightens even more though when Adam replies. “Thanks. I’ll let you in on things later okay.”
Tommy shrugs again. “No need, I don’t have to know everything. You’re allowed to have things you don’t wanna share.” He turns to Mary and kisses her on the cheek again.
“I’ll be back with some of that ridiculous sweet cake you’re so fond of.” She gazes at him fondly, obviously trying to reassure him and he gives her a tiny nod, leaving them by themselves.
Adam and Mary sit down on the sofa and as soon as Tommy is out the door Mary directs her attention at Adam, pinning him with a stern look.
“So Adam? You’re here to ask me for his hand in marriage aren’t you?”
“Oh my! How did you - Yeah, or no, because I’m gonna ask him no matter what, but I'd really like to have your blessing.”
“Hmm. Did you get him a ring?” she holds out a hand, demanding to see, if it’s the case.
An indignant look appears on Adam's face, “Of course.”
“Well then, can I see?” she motions her fingers, and Adam fishes up the tiny velvet covered box from his pocket and hands it over.
Mary opens it and her face lights up and she runs a finger over the ring.
“Hmmm. He is going to love this ring.” She looks up and her eyes are filled with fondness. “So tell me Adam Mitchell Lambert are you going to make me a bonus-grandmother?”
“Will you give your blessings if I say yes?”
“Depends…how soon are you planning on making it happening?”
“The kids or the marriage?”
“Both, not getting any younger here! None of us are.” She looks at him pointedly and Adam laughs, feeling the tension from all the worrying slip away. To be honest, Mary's response wasn't what he was scared of, he kind of already knew how this would go. It's Tommy's answer that has his heart pounding in his chest and a cold sweat breaking out over his brow.
“Oh Mary, I’m kinda expecting Tommy to have a say in that too, ya’ know?”
“Oh God no! Don’t leave it up to him. I’ll die before he gets his act together.” She fake whines and Adam reaches out to hold her hand, grinning like a lunatic.
“No, but seriously kid, you know nothing would make me happier, don’t you? You and Thomas are meant to be and I hope you both have a long and happy life together.”
“Yeah I know.” Adam puts the ring back in his pocket and asks, “So, do you think he’ll say yes?” all his worries surging back to the surface as he looks to her for reassurance.
This time she squeezes his hands and looks him right in the eye, holding his gaze.
“Well, Thomas being Thomas, he might think something stupid like you deserve better and he might need to be ~persuaded a bit. But he’ll want it Adam, he might just not know how to accept it.”
They sit quietly for a while holding hands, Adam already thinking about just how he is going to propose. They're still sitting like that when Tommy returns.
Tommy walks in on Adam and Mary sitting side by side holding hands. The look on Adam’s face makes his gut clench. Adam looks like he's contemplating something difficult and Mary's her thumbs soothingly over Adam’s knuckles. Tommy clears his throat and lifts the bag holding the cake. Adam and Mary look up, startles and Tommy says in a trembling voice, “So did you two talk? Can I come in?”
“Yeah, sure baby. We did our talking.” Adam says and the bright-eyed and loving glance Adam throws Tommy before looking back at Mary, who winks at him, has him so confused that he almost doesn’t know what to do with himself.
“Okay, I’ll go make the coffee then.” Tommy goes to the kitchen and puts on the coffee, Mary follows to find cups and plates and napkins. They work in silence until Mary puts a hand on Tommy’s lower arm and with a small warm voice tells him to relax and trust in Adam.
“I do. He’s just been weird today. Actually he’s been weird for a couple of days now that I think about it, and I keep getting this feeling something big is coming.”
“Big doesn’t necessarily mean bad Thomas, remember that!”
Tommy nods, but the knot in his stomach doesn’t go away and he keeps getting these thoughtful looks from Adam that totally mess with him. He decides that whatever this is, he is absolutely gonna get it out of Adam later today. Seconds later he changes his mind and decides to just leave it be, if Adam wants to break up or something like that, then he isn’t gonna ask for it. Then Adam smiles that loving smile again and he doesn’t know what to think anymore.
By the time they get home Tommy is a nervous wreck, even though he knows he's probably overthinking things. It doesn't help that Adam seems lost in his own head-space and Tommy desperately needs to know what is going on in that head. So he throws the keys on the table in the hallway and mutters under his breath, “God, I need a drink. And then we’re going to do some talking. I need for you to tell me what’s bothering you so much.”
Adam looks surprised, mostly he’s the one to say something like that, because Tommy can be an ostrich sometimes and hide like no one else if there is even the slightest sign of problems or a fight on the horizon. He follows Tommy into their living room and watches him pour a drink. Tommy looks at him and raises an eyebrow and the bottle in a silent question. Adam shakes his head and sits down on the couch. He pats the couch and Tommy takes the hint and flops down next to him. He sips his drink before putting the glass on the table, and shooting him a challenging look.
“I don’t really know what you want me to talk about baby.” Adam says softly and runs a hand through Tommy‘s hair.
Tommy leans into the touch. The challenging tone of voice gone,Tommy says quietly, “Yeah, you do. You’ve been acting kinda strange for the last couple of days and today was really bad, with Mary and all. Something's eating at you, and you gotta tell me what it is. Am I pissing you off or something?”
“NO, how can you even? Baby, when have I ever held something like that back?” Adam looks horrified.
“I don’t know, okay? But there's a first time for everything, and this whole avoiding thing you've been doing is really starting to freak me out!”
“Yeah, but this isn't one of those times, I promise.”
Tommy nods and sneaks under Adam’s arm, one of his favorite places in the world, and looks up at Adam.
“So if you’re not mad at me, then what is it?”
“I’m just thinking about stuff. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”
Adam lets his fingertips run up Tommy's thigh. Instantly, Tommy feels a rush of lust run through him, just like always, except this time he ignores it; he’s pretty sure Adam's doing it on purpose to get off the hook.
“What kinda stuff Adam? Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”
Adam sighs. Tommy can be the most stubborn little fuck when he wants to be.
“Huh. Like tour stuff or -”
Adam sighs, “No more like you and me.”
Tommy pulls back a little, looking at him. But Adam refuses to meet his gaze, instead keeping his eyes focused on Tommy’s fingers, caressing them with his own.
“Oh. And how’s that not supposed to make me worry??” Tommy asks guardedly.
“Because it’s nothing bad. I just need to figure something out. There's something I want to do and I’m not sure how to ask for it….” Adam trails off and Tommy can just hear the wheels spinning out of control in Adam’s head.
“Figure something out??” Tommy says to himself, he inhales deeply and even though he really means to say something comforting what comes out is anything but.
“Listen Adam, unless you’re going to ask for something so kinky that it could like, I don't know, hurt me permanently –“
“No! Jesus!!Tommy!” Adam looks completely shocked.
But Tommy continues, his voice firm as he straddles Adam’s hips and his hands wind themselves into Adam’s hair.
“Or you’re planning to propose to me, then you better tell me what this is about.” He stares at Adam who suddenly looks like someone caught him with his fingers deep in the cookie jar.
“Fuck!” Tommy whispers when it dawns on him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s it isn’t it??”
Adam just nods and bites his lip a little, looking like someone took away his favorite toy.
“And I totally just ruined your big ass romantic plans didn’t I?”
Another nod but no words and that almost breaks Tommy’s heart except he realizes what he said could be misinterpreted, that maybe Adam thinks Tommy didn’t want to be asked in the first place.
“Shit! I’m sorry Adam. And I didn’t mean it like that, like, I wouldn’t want you to ask.”
“It’s okay…I guess-“
“Shit, but Adam you know me, I don’t need the romance. It’s not about how it’s done but about the answer.” Tommy is babbling now, the impact of what he's just discovered messing with his brain.
“So?” Adam asks his eyes are closed, but his soft voice grounds Tommy even if the question confuses him.
“So? So what?”
“Are we getting married?” Adam asks with hope in his voice and he opens his eyes to look at Tommy.
Tommy’s breath hitches when he meets Adam’s gaze. What he sees there is nothing but love and want and hope. And it isn’t like he hasn’t seen it a thousand times before, but the fact that Adam really feels like this, and thinks they’ll last a lifetime together, that Tommy’s worth spending a lifetime together with, just blows his mind. And in a shaky voice he says, “Dude, you gotta ask me first. It doesn’t count that I figured it out.”
Adam must have understood what was going on in Tommy’s head because he practically beams at Tommy and laughs a little.
“Oh and here I thought it was all about the answer, not the way it was-“
“Asked!! And you didn’t ask!” Tommy grins, “So ask fucker. So I can say yes.”
Adam reaches into his pocket and finds the little box. He digs it out and opens it, looking up to meet Tommy's eyes.
“Tommy Joe, will you do me the honor of being my husband?”
Tommy grins, his head spinning with giddy happiness as he looks down to see the ring.
“Oh, that’s gorgeous! How long have you been planning this??” Tommy asks staring at the ring almost scared to touch it. Of believing the promise that it symbolizes.
“Tommy!!” Adam says, dragging Tommy’s attention back to where it belongs and raises both perfectly shaped brows when Tommy meets his eyes with a quizzical look.
“Oooooh. Yes! Yes, I’m yours as long as you’ll have me. I love you!”
Adam cradles Tommy’s face and for a while he just stares at him in amazement. Tommy can see the emotions playing across his face and realizes Adam had expected this to be a lot harder.
Adam lets out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding.
“I love you too. You make me a happy, happy man!” He leans forward and kisses Tommy, presses small kisses to his cheeks and his forehead making Tommy giggle.
“Back at ya’. But seriously dude?? You had me so worried.”
“I’m not that kinky!”
“I know, Babyboy, that’s not what I meant. To me you’re just Adam and I can’t believe you’re making me an honorable man."
Adam snorts and Tommy starts to laugh.
“What are you laughing about??”
Tommy tries to hold back the laughter and fails miserably. He finally succeeds in getting the word 'Brad' out before cracking up all over again.
“Brad?” Adam stares at Tommy; he’s still holding Tommy face in his hands and Tommy stares back with stars in his eyes.
“Yep, he would curse at you so badly right now, ruining a proposal with a snort like that.”
“Adam! That’s really not attractive!” They say in unison, which sends them into a new giggle-fest.