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The boy Next Door.

Title: The Boy Next Door.
Author: lovenhardt1

Banner: qafmaniac
Word Count: ~10.500
Pairing: Adam/Tommy (high school AU).
Rating: PG13
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.

Beta: jamie2109. Thank you sweetie for all your help!
Type: Romance with just enough angst to make it good.
A/N: I had some really incredible cheerleaders on this fic!!! I love you all dearly! And I couldn’t have done it without you! So THANK YOU!!!

Summary: Adam watched the removal van drive up and park in front of the house, he watched people running back and forth with boxes and furniture, like busy ants, until it was all unloaded onto the front lawn. His eyes kept drifting back to the teenage boy who looked a little lost and a whole lot pissed as he was walking up to the house with sports-bags in both hands and a guitar case slung over his shoulder. He was glaring up at his new home and biting his lower lip.

The kid disappeared into the house but Adam saw him again in the room that faced his own. Their eyes met across gardens and Adam knew, fucking knew, that his life would never be the same. Gorgeous brown eyes looked back at him, a sad expression caught in them.

Adam’s heart clenched at the sadness and instantly wanted to make the boy feel better. He flipped the page on the notebook he was writing lyrics in and wrote a hasty ‘you ok?’ on it and held it up to the window for the kid to see……



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PRESENT DAY.

“Please, Tommy! It didn’t mean anything,” Adam begged, reaching out for Tommy who shied away with a pissed off glare at Adam’s hands.

“Uh huh? Yeah whatever,” he spat out and put another shirt into his backpack.

“Baby, please, just let me explain.” Tommy met Adam’s eyes and the hurt Adam saw in them was killing him and the fact that he was the reason for it was even worse.

“You kissing another guy and then disappearing for twenty minutes after that? No thank you, Adam. I don’t need to hear it. I’m pretty sure I get the picture.”

“Nothing happened. I kissed him. That’s all.” Adam followed Tommy into the bathroom that was connected to his room and watched Tommy grab his toothbrush and toothpaste. Their eyes met in the mirror before Tommy quickly looked away again.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Please, Tommy, don’t leave me like this.” Tommy raised an angry eyebrow but continued to pack the most necessary things.

“I didn’t leave you, YOU kissed another guy, I didn’t.”

Adam blocked the door when Tommy tried to leave the bathroom, trying to buy more time, which just made Tommy push at Adam.

“Move fucker! Mia is waiting for me.”

“Tommy, please! Nothing happened.” Adam followed Tommy helplessly down the stairs.

“So you say.” Tommy’s voice was cold for the first time in their history and it made Adam’s heart break. There was a rapid knock on the door and Mia opened it, carefully popping her head in. She looked at Tommy’s red and puffy eyes and ignored Adam.

“Hey, you ready?”

“Yeah I’m ready, let’s go.”

Tommy shot Adam a look and Adam followed him out the door so Tommy could lock up. Adam gave it one more try and pleaded a broken “Tommy.”

Tommy turned around and with a tired and fragile voice he said. “I can’t, Adam, not right now. I need to get away from here, from you.”

And with that he went with Mia, and Adam took the short trip across the lawns back to his own home. He went straight up to his room and closed the door behind him even though he was alone.

He sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands. He fucked up and he fucked up really bad! And all because he was scared. Why the hell did he do something so dumb when it was crystal clear that Tommy was the one? Fuck he’d been the one Adam’s life had spun around since the day he moved into the house next door.

**

TWO YEARS EARLIER.

From the windowsill in his room, Adam watched the removal van drive up and park in front of the house. With his legs crossed, he watched people running back and forth with boxes and furniture, like busy ants, until it was all unloaded onto the front lawn. His eyes kept drifting back to the teenage boy who looked a little lost and a whole lot pissed as he was walking up to the house with sports-bags in both hands and a guitar case slung over his shoulder. He was glaring up at his new home and biting his lower lip.

Adam couldn’t really blame this new kid for looking like the world had ended, he was pretty sure that he would feel the same way if his family hauled his sorry ass somewhere new and he had to leave all his friends behind.

The kid disappeared into the house but Adam saw him again in the room that faced his own. Their eyes met across gardens and Adam knew, fucking knew, that his life would never be the same. Gorgeous brown eyes looked back at him, a sad expression caught in them.

Adam’s heart clenched at the sadness and instantly wanted to make the boy feel better. He flipped the page on the notebook he was writing lyrics in and wrote a hasty ‘you ok?’ on it and held it up to the window for the kid to see.

The kid glanced at the paper before shrugging and smiling tensely. He dropped his bags and put the guitar case carefully down and a minute later he returned to the window with two pieces of paper that he held up for Adam to read.

‘mom says I’ll live, dunno but she might be right. I’m Tommy.’

Adam laughed and shook his head at the sarcasm in Tommy’s words and scrambled a quick ‘yeah she might. I’m Adam.’

And just like that a beautiful friendship was born.

They spent every possibly moment together, lunch at school, homework assignments, watching movies or going to the music store. It didn't really matter what they did, sometimes they talked for hours about really important stuff like human rights and discrimination. Adam loved how fiercely opinionated Tommy was about subjects like that. Sometimes they were quiet and lazy together just watching movies and it was so fucking comfortable.

Tommy gave the best hugs ever and he wasn't cheap about them. And he never shied away from Adam’s touch even though Tommy was the first to figure out that Adam was gay, or at least the first to flat out ask about it. Adam was so thrown out of his game that he just answered the question and Tommy’s response had just been a ‘cool’ and then he went back to the movie they were watching that particular day.

It wasn’t like they didn’t have separate friends of their own. Tommy had quickly become friends with Mia and Mike and they rarely seemed to run in the same circles as Adam. On the other hand Adam had his whole theater world going for him and there he had Brad and Danielle. And even though he constantly talked about Tommy they never really spent time hanging out together as a group, except at the lunch table in school.

It didn’t matter at all though, Adam appreciated the time alone with Tommy very much. It was like he was his alone when they were together.

**

PRESENT DAY

A broken sob broke the air as Adam began to cry. He let his mind wander in self-torment to the exact moment when he realized that he wanted more than friendship from Tommy.

**

ONE YEAR EARLIER.

It wasn’t like he didn’t already know that something had changed, it was more like he didn’t want to face it. He more often than not had to push the images of Tommy out of his head when he jerked off. He was already painfully aware of just how gorgeous Tommy was. How perfect he fitted against him when they hugged or playfully wrestled each other, which happened every time Tommy’s mouth took him too far and he needed to be put back in his place. But this particular day forced Adam to admit to himself that it wasn’t just friendship for him anymore. That he was in love with his best friend.

Adam’s day in school had been really shitty, and for some strange reason Tommy hadn’t shown up at the lunch table. Even Mia didn’t know why, or at least she didn’t feel like telling, making the day even worse. Adam needed to talk to Tommy damn it.

So instead of heading to his own front door he went straight up to Tommy’s and turned the door knob, knowing that Tommy got out of school an hour before Adam.

“Tommy?” he yelled before taking the stairs two at a time. He got no answer but that wasn’t unusual, it most likely just meant that Tommy had his head phones on. Adam strode down the hallway and opened the door only to freeze.

Tommy was lying on his bed with a dark haired girl straddling his hips, kissing him enthusiastically. He had his hands buried in her hair and his eyes were closed as he gently guided the girl to get the right angle to make the kiss deeper. It looked like she had pushed him backwards onto the mattress because he still had his feet on the floor, but her knees were pushed deep into the duvet under them. The mere thought of Tommy pliantly letting himself be pushed down that way by her made Adam’s stomach twist.

He looked away embarrassed and saw text books scattered over the bed and desk. It looked like the make out session had taken over the homework.

Adam quickly tried to close the door again. He wanted to crawl into a mouse hole but, for some fucked up reason, the kiss ended and Tommy opened his eyes and saw Adam standing there.

“Adam.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to-” Adam waved a hand towards Tommy and the girl who had straightened up and was glaring daggers at him over her shoulder.

“No, it’s okay. Come in. What’s up?” Tommy asked as he pushed up on his elbows, twisting a bit to get a better look at Adam.

The girl sighed and left Tommy’s lap reluctantly. But Adam barely noticed, his eyes were fixed on Tommy. On how Tommy looked when he had been thoroughly kissed and was, Adam’s eyes darted down and back up, turned on.

Adam swallowed and tried to get his voice to work, but when it wouldn't, he bolted. He ran straight down the stairs and got as far as his own front door before he felt Tommy’s strong fingers around his wrist stopping him.

“Hey. What’s the matter?” Tommy asked in that tone that made Adam’s heart beat even faster. The tone that was reserved for Adam and Adam only, and was filled with warmth and genuine care. Adam tried to shake the feeling; he didn’t even remember why he needed to talk to Tommy in the first place. And he couldn’t really tell Tommy that he just realized that he didn’t want to share Tommy with anybody at all, or that he wanted to be the one pushing Tommy down onto his mattress and kissing him so that his lips were bruised in the sexiest way that Adam had ever seen.

“I-”

Tommy grinned at Adam’s lack of words and pulled Adam into a fierce hug. “You?” he asked softly. Adam snaked his arms around Tommy’s waist and held him tight.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’m sorry but I did call your name. Um. You should get back to your date.” Adam loosened his arms a little but got an annoyed sound from Tommy who just squeezed a bit tighter. Adam’s heart did a little flip flop the way it always did whenever Tommy did something like this.

“Nina can wait. And yeah I heard, I was just a little too busy to answer right away. Now tell me why you came over in such a hurry.” Tommy brushed a thumb over the nape of Adam’s neck and Adam had to fight the urge to shudder.

“It’s not important anymore. It can wait. I’m sure this has got to kill the mood for you guys. You should go back.”

Tommy pulled back just enough to look Adam in the eye, and spoke firmly.

“Nonsense, you barging in like that has to be important and, Adam, baby, you mean a hell of a lot more to me than she does. If she doesn’t understand why I got out here then she isn’t worth the trouble, okay? Now spill it.”

Adam had to search his mind, and wasn’t that ironic, what had seemed so important a few minutes ago had vanished from his brain. Tommy just waited patiently and kept hugging him. Adam almost felt accomplished when he got his head around the issue.

“I didn’t get the part, and you weren’t at lunch, and I just,” Adam took a deep breath before continuing. He wanted to say that he missed Tommy but instead he ended up with huffing out, “I just needed to talk to you.”

“Oh shit, man, I’m so sorry! Did they say why though?” Tommy looked offended by the thought of someone saying no to Adam, and Adam wanted to kiss the hell out of him.

“Yeah, I’m not old enough to pull off that character yet or some shit. It wasn’t because of my singing but it still sucks! And I just wanted to bitch about it and then you weren’t there and you hadn’t told me that you had plans when we went to school this morning.”

Tommy shook his head and chuckled and then he took hold of Adam’s hair, tugging lightly to emphasize his words.

“Sure I did. You just stopped listening when I started talking about Nina; you always do that when I talk girls.”

Adam looked stunned and Tommy laughed.

“Not that I mind and I usually talk to Mia about girl stuff because, well, GIRL. But I did tell you that we were doing this homework thing and that I hoped it could be more ‘cos she is HOT!” Tommy smirked and shot a glance up at his window, making Adam do the same and, sure enough, Nina was looking down at them.

“Oh my God, now I feel even worse,” Adam groaned.

“Don’t,” Tommy said, bright eyed and happy. “Adam you’re still my best friend and best friends come before anything else.”

“So we’re good?” Adam asked, just because he needed to hear it. Tommy seemed to know that too, judging by the smile curling his lips.

“You think I would be hugging you like this if we weren’t? C’mere.” He pulled Adam down for a quick chaste kiss on the lips. “I love you, man,” he said. Then he pulled back from Adam and shoved his shoulder playfully. Adam practically beamed at Tommy.

“And yet you still go back to Nina.” Adam sighed dramatically, and Tommy laughed loud and bright.

“Yep! You want me to come over later?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, see you then,” Tommy said, and crossed the lawn to jump over the low fence and run back to Nina.

That evening Tommy didn’t show up. Instead he put a message up in his window that Nina and he were going to the movies.

Adam ended up jerking off to the image of Tommy’s swollen and red lips and dark lust clouded eyes, and the sight of his hard cock clearly outlined in his pants. In his fantasy he was the reason Tommy looked like that but when he came down from his orgasm and had cleaned up the mess on his stomach, he curled up in the fetal position and cried himself to sleep.

**

PRESENT DAY

A few hours later Adam decided it was time to leave his room because the house was buzzing with life and he could do with a little motherly love. Leila looked up from the vegetables she was chopping, and one look at Adam’s face made her put away the knife to pull him into a huge hug.

“What happened?”

Adam fought the sob trying to break free and somehow he succeeded.

“I messed up, Mom. I messed up bad and now he doesn’t even want to see me.”

Leila cupped Adam’s face and looked at him quizzically. “I’m guessing this is about Tommy?”

“Yeah. He’s staying at Mia’s place right now, I don’t even know when he’ll come back home.”

Leila’s eyes widened and Adam could see her wondering what the hell had made Tommy run away like that.

“Does Dia know?” she asked seriously.

“Dunno.”

“Hmm. May I ask what you did that made him feel like he had to leave?”

“Um, I, um I kinda kissed someone else and then we sorta went outside together, but nothing else happened, I swear.”

Leila pinned Adam with a disappointed glare. She dropped her hands to put them on her hips.

“Adam.”

“I know, Mom! And he doesn’t believe me because he saw the kiss and he saw we went outside together.”

“Oh, honey. I can understand why he’s hurt. That was a foolish thing to do. And you need to go ask Dia if she knows he’s with Mia. If he’s upset enough to run out on you, then he’s upset enough to forget to call his mother.”

Adam did as he was told and dragged himself the short distance to the neighbor's door and felt like utter shit when he knocked once before opening the door and calling out for Dia.

She hurried out to greet him, and sent Adam a worried look when she saw the look on his face. And before Adam even got a chance to open his mouth, she started to apologize.

“I’m sorry, Adam, he isn’t here. He won’t tell me what went wrong, but I guess you got him pretty tied up in knots. He’s staying with Mia tonight.”

“Yeah I know, I just wanted to make sure he called you. Um so, do you think he’ll talk to me? I mean I can probably get mom to drop me off at Mia’s place.”

“I think he’s pretty upset when he won’t even tell me what happened. Did you break up with him, Adam?”

“No. No I didn’t but, I hurt him and I want to make it better. If he’ll let me.”

“I’m sure he just needs some time to cool down.”

“Can you just tell him that I need to speak him?”

“Sure, honey.”

She patted Adam’s hand and Adam gave her a pained smile before going back home.

TBC here

Tags: adam lambert, adam/tommy, the boy next door., tommy joe ratliff
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