Adam's POV:
After I agreed to stay for dinner I noticed Tommy seemed a little more anxious than usual. I don't know if was because he had realized that the song we had worked on was about him or if he was just nervous about cooking. Neither of us were good a cooking, so I chose the latter. I sat at the counter and watched him as he studied the contents of his refrigerator.
"Hmmm" he said thinking out loud "How about tacos?"
"Fine by me" I replied
I watched as Tommy put everything he thought we needed onto the counter. First he pulled out a package of ground beef, lettuce, some bell peppers and shredded cheese. Before closing the refrigerator he also took out four beers. He handed one to me and shrugged.
"Sorry, That's all I have. "
"Oh, that's fine"
I really didn't like beer. I was more of a Tequila guy. But for Tommy's sake, I tried to be polite and drank it... Well maybe not all of it. I opened the can took a swig. Shit it was disgusting! But at least it was cold. The second sip didn't taste so bad. Beer was always something I had to adjust too. I went back to watching Tommy and I suddenly found myself tentatively watching his hands. I had noticed them countless time before but this time it was different. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the way he was massaging the lettuce under the water to make sure it was clean. My mind ran with the images in front of me and I imagined his hands on my neck, running through my hair... on my.....
Without realizing a moan escaped my lips. And to make matters worse, Tommy stopped what he was doing and froze. Clearing my throat, I announced I was going to the bathroom.
"Mmkay" Tommy replied
Locking myself in the bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror before splashing water on my face. I needed to calmed down. I shouldn't been thinking about Tommy like this. He is my best friend. He has a girlfriend... And he's straight... Right?
Thinking back to my GNT tour, we shared many kisses on and off stage. Some nights our make out sessions would result in us in just our underwear. But we never went beyond that. He was straight... Right? I mean a straight man wouldn't let me hump him on stage or shove my tongue down his throat. Would he? Staring myself in the mirror. I smirked, of course he wouldn't. If Tommy was straight, I was the worst singer on the planet! And everyone knows that's not true. But how could I get him to admit that he wasn't straight. Or at least just be fully himself around me...? Hmmm.... Again, thinking back to my beloved GNT tour, I was reminded of Tommy's subconscious response to my touch. THAT'S IT! Touch.... I'll find every excuse to touch him and then we'll see how he is. Satisfied with my plan, I returned to the kitchen where Tommy was still rinsing the lettuce. Perfect. Walking up behind him, I leaned down to his ear.
"Need help there, Glitter Baby?"
I must have startled him because he jumped.
"Oh.. yeah sure, here" he stuttered, handing me the lettuce.
Great. That wasn't what I had in mind.
So now I was stuck washing lettuce. I was soon distracted by the sound of a can opening, it was Tommy. Looking back at him, I watched as he downed almost a whole can of one of his beers. Jeez, what was his problem.
Tommy's POV:
"Tacos?" I suggested.
"Fine by me." Adam responded.
