Bandom One-shots book 3

Music Awards (Steven Adler x Tommy Lee)

The music awards were always a blur of flashing lights, loud music, and people who seemed more like larger-than-life characters than actual human beings. Tonight, though, it felt different. Tonight, it felt like the entire world was watching.

Guns N' Roses had just been introduced, and as the crowd erupted in cheers, I felt a nervous energy coil in my stomach. It wasn't because of the crowd—hell, I was used to that by now—but because Tommy Lee was standing right next to me.

It wasn't like I'd never been around him before. Tommy had always been a fixture of the rock 'n' roll scene, always wild and unpredictable, and I had always admired him from afar. Hell, I had a massive crush on him. It wasn't even a secret, though I'd never dared to act on it. But tonight, as he stood next to me, his hand casually resting on the small of my back as Motley Crüe made their way offstage, I felt something different. A spark. A jolt of electricity that ran through me the moment his fingers brushed against my skin.

"Easy there, Adler," Tommy's voice was playful, but his touch lingered just a little too long, enough to make my heart race. "You're looking a little nervous. We got this, right?"

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure, but there was no hiding the way my body reacted to him. His arm on my back, the warmth of his touch—it was so casual, but it felt so intimate. So close.

"Yeah, I guess we do," I managed to say, trying to act like it wasn't affecting me, but inside, I was buzzing. I couldn't help it. Tommy Lee was... Tommy Lee. And I was just Steven Adler, a guy who had never imagined something like this could happen.

After the awards, everything got fuzzy. The party was in full swing, everyone laughing, drinking, and celebrating. I was already a little tipsy, but when Tommy handed me a drink, I didn't think twice. It was just the two of us standing off to the side of the crowd, talking about nothing and everything. The buzz of the music and chatter around us faded away as I got lost in the warmth of his gaze, the way he seemed to look at me like I was the only one in the room.

"You know," Tommy said with a grin, his eyes slightly hazy from the alcohol, "you're pretty damn cute when you're not trying to hide it."

I raised an eyebrow, not sure if I was hearing him right. "Hide what?"

He took a slow sip of his drink, his lips curling into that mischievous smile I loved. "Come on, Steven. You've been looking at me like you want to eat me up all night. Don't act all shy now."

My heart skipped. I didn't know how to respond. Part of me wanted to deny it, to brush it off like it wasn't true. But in that moment, with Tommy this close, I didn't want to hide anymore. So I just let out a breathless laugh.

"Maybe I do," I admitted, my voice quieter than usual.

Tommy's smile softened, and for a split second, I could see the change in him. He wasn't just being playful now—he was serious. "You're not the only one, Steven."

The air between us shifted. There was a moment of understanding, something unspoken, but it was loud enough to echo in my ears. I wasn't sure who made the first move, but before I knew it, Tommy's lips were on mine, hot and hungry, pulling me into something I had only fantasized about. It was wild, it was reckless, but it felt like it was always meant to be.

The night blurred into more drinks, more touches, more laughter. By the time we stumbled back to the hotel room, I couldn't remember exactly how we got there. All I knew was that I wanted him. I wanted all of him. And when the door slammed shut behind us, I didn't question it. Tommy was already kissing me again, his hands pulling at the buttons of my shirt, and I didn't care to stop him.

The next morning, I woke up to sunlight streaming in through the blinds, a headache pounding in my temples. I blinked, trying to piece together the events of the night before. My body felt different, lighter, and when I glanced around the room, I realized something that made my heart skip—Tommy was lying next to me, completely naked, his arm draped over my waist. We were tangled in the sheets, both of us exhausted but strangely content.

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. The night had been chaotic, wild, and now we were here—together. It wasn't just a fling, not in the way I thought it might've been. Tommy and I, we had something. Something I hadn't realized I'd wanted until now.

Tommy groggily rolled over, blinking as his eyes met mine. He raised an eyebrow, his voice low and husky. "So... I guess we're doing this, huh?"

I grinned, a little embarrassed but not really caring anymore. "Guess so. You okay with that?"

He chuckled, a deep sound that made my chest tighten. "More than okay."

The smile on his face said it all. We didn't need to say anything more. The world outside didn't matter. Not right now. Not when we were lying there together, figuring out what was next. And as Tommy kissed me again, slow and tender this time, I knew this wasn't just a one-night thing. It was the beginning of something real.

We didn't need labels or definitions. We were just Tommy and Steven, two people who had found each other at the right moment, in the right place. And in that moment, that was enough.

~Music Awards~