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04 November 2010 @ 12:22 pm
Sleepwalker - Part 2  
“Get me out of this dream…”

Tommy sang the soft melody of Sleepwalker, the current favourite on his tracklist as he folded his clothes to place into the suitcase. Nobody else really bothered to refresh their belongings on this tour but Tommy and Adam were on a constant shopping spree. It wasn’t intentional – they just hung around and passed stores. The code word for spotting something they wanted was ‘Ooooh….’ followed by either of them making a bee-line for the item of interest. He dreaded to think exactly how much money they’d spent in the various stores on the road. So many towns had so many goodies. He’d need to sit on his case to close it soon.

Since the episode in Adam’s bed – or non episode seeing as Tommy had imagined the whole thing – things appeared to be better at least as far as the singer was concerned. He was upbeat and happy around Tommy, sweeter than usual. Perhaps a night in each other’s arms had been a positive influence on their friendship. Tommy felt one step closer to either getting over his stupid infatuation or overcoming his fear and going for it. Adam seemed contented that his midnight hug had apparently solved Tommy’s issues that had been plaguing him for a while. It was a win-win situation for the moment.

Even the shows had upped their game. Adam was getting friskier, apparently taking Tommy’s choice to cosy up to him as a licence that his bassist had no worries about being used as an onstage visual sex toy. And demonstration. His voice was off the charts, the fans were crazier than ever. On his casual scan of youtube and fan fiction Tommy found the amount of Adommy was sky high, much to his delight. It gave him a real kick to think that they were enjoying the partnership so much, the onstage frolics and… yeah he needed to stop thinking about that.

The sun outside made Tommy blink blearily as he stretched, exiting the tour bus with a yawn as he clung onto his coffee. It was time to shop. In other words it was time to spend hours trying on things that he probably wouldn’t buy, then spend the rest of the week pining that he hadn’t bothered.

Appearing from the sidelines with a happy chappy gait, Adam greeted him with a bright smile as he approached. It made Tommy feel warm and fuzzy inside.

“Ready to roll?” he asked, not even waiting for an answer before he was striding off, Tommy falling into step beside him like the obedient pup he was. “I can’t decide what I need first, food or clothes.”

“Food,” said Tommy immediately, then had an afterthought. “No, clothes… because then we can work up an appetite and won’t grease up the stuff…. or how about both?”

The smirk on Adam’s face was followed by a laugh. “Librans,” he sighed, then nudged Tommy’s arm gently to stop him pouting. “We’ll hit a couple of stores then find a place to eat.”


Adam was too popular for his own good. If it wasn’t fans staring as they walked by (and the general public who had never actually seen a specimen like Adam before) it was members of the paparazzi who were there to test his patience to the limits. When they eventually managed to get some alone time Adam had apparently abandoned the notion of food in favour of dragging the smaller man into the nearest glam-looking store. To be fair the place was great. It had lots of amazing junk like jackets made out of patchwork leather and studs. Adam of course picked up that item first and draped it elegantly over his shoulders, feeling the material and almost fondling it as he stroked down his chest. For a moment Tommy was transfixed by his motions but he shook himself out of it as he caught Adam smirking at him – after a double take though he realised Adam was smirking to himself in the mirror.

“Damn this is fine,” purred the singer, doing his usual pout at his reflection. Tommy merely sniggered behind him and went to look at bangles. For someone who said he was all smoke and mirrors Adam really didn’t seem to mind the end product at all.

“You’d wear a trash can if it had enough glitter.”

Tommy found himself hilarious grinning with a pleased sort of look as he attempted to try on a bangle, oblivious to the large feather hat that was about to be shoved unceremoniously over his head.

After Adam recovered from the fit of laughter and managed to avoid Tommy’s retaliation smack, there was at least half an hour more of browsing before Tommy’s gut gave an almighty growl. Time for food. A healthy eating sort of pasta place was nearby even though Tommy desperately wanted something greasy and ugly and nom, but of course he could just order the healthy looking fries in this place and a milkshake to up the calories.

Once they left the food place happy, Tommy retained his drink. He’d been talking too much to really bother with anything apart from his fries. Fries which Adam had stolen from him about halfway through. Strolling with Adam was a nice feeling, one which he’d not really felt before. It was a nice day, a nice atmosphere which was strengthened by the feel of normality before the glitz was supposed to be displayed on stage. Tommy could get used to this. In fact, Tommy HAD got used to this. Which was why when they were just sharing a nice personal moment, it unnerved him when they were interrupted by a familiar ‘Hello!’

Taylor Green. The smiley, floppy haired, dashing dancer strolled up to them. Apparently he’d had a similar idea to explore the town and get his lunch at a nice café. Tommy had always gotten along well with him, even though he was sorta like a bouncing baby lion cub but he had a good head on his shoulders. He was more mature for his age than Tommy liked to think he’d been. Tommy was about to reply when Adam did it before him, embracing Taylor in the sort of hug that made the blonde stop and take notice.

“You good?”

“Yeah I’m good,” Taylor replied, going over to Tommy then and giving him a tiny hug of welcome that he had no choice but to return. “I just found the freakiest fucking shop in America… it’s so cool!”

And there was the topic for right now. Tommy paid a little attention to it but there was something in the way that Taylor looked at Adam during their small conversation that the bassist didn’t really like. It was like some sort of intimate gaze, willing the giltterman to look at him. More to the point, and serving to annoy Tommy even more, Adam was responding to it in a way he’d not seen before. Had they… were they? If Tommy was a tiger he’d have growled. Hell if Tommy was a tiger there probably wouldn’t be a dancer staring at his man right now.

His man… shit he really shouldn’t think of Adam that way. Growling and sulky Tommy put one hand in his pocket whilst the other remained gripping his milkshake, sucking on the straw as he surveyed Taylor intently. Suddenly he’d gone from a good friend to have around to someone he didn’t recognise. An enemy in his midst. And how dare Adam flirt….

“Right Tommy?”

Shit. Suddenly Adam was shooting Tommy a grin with those blue eyes. Clearly Tommy had meant to be listening to their conversation. Stumbling with the strawberry contents still filling his mouth he attempted to swallow before answering. “Right…” he said eventually, nodding, then he frowned. “What now…?”

“Taylor’s gonna take us to see the freaky shit.” It was clear how amused Adam was at Tommy’s lack of attention but that just served to make Tommy feel a little conflicted. He had just agreed to have the new potential threat with them for the afternoon. But then Taylor was a friend and he really, truly, had no reason to get all up on him for just smiling and being flirty with a dude who didn’t even want him that way.

Without another word Adam and Taylor began making their way down the high street, chattering and only half waiting for Tommy to register that they were walking now. The shopping trip wasn’t half as fun as it had been. Taylor treated Tommy the same as always but neither he or Adam noticed that Tommy had retreated into himself. Again.

Fucking Taylor. He was fine until he started making googoo eyes in all the wrong places By the time they got back to the bus Tommy was in a foul mood that he couldn’t shake and it seemed that only Monte noticed because he wasn’t wrapped up in fucking flirting.. Shrugging the guitarist away Tommy insisted he was just tired, stressed over the impending gig but a woeful glance in the direction of Adam’s laughter, sharing a joke with the dancer, was all that Monte needed to know.

“Look, man, stop beating yourself up about it,” he said softly, to which Tommy responded with an incredulous look. Monte didn’t seem phased at all. “It’s not healthy for either of you. Just give it some time...”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about…” Tommy snapped, laughing a little viciously, before he disappeared into his bunk. Like Monte knew what the hell he was talking about! Monte knew nothing. In a bit of a temper he banged his hand against the side of the bus – and then winced in pain. At least that was something he could teal with, but just... hearing that. All in a fucking afternoon.

One thing was for sure, though, Tommy could turn it around. Come tonight Tommy was gonna give Adam the show of his life, and the rocker wouldn’t know what’d hit him. That was fucking determination.
mariewaymarieway on November 4th, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC)
Awh, poor Tommy :(
I'm conflicted, though, cause I really like Taylor and Taylor/Adam :| But Tommy/Adam is my OTT, to GO AWAY TAY. :P
Unf, can't wait till the next chapter. <3333
(Anonymous) on November 6th, 2010 08:17 pm (UTC)
redblack2 on January 7th, 2011 11:51 pm (UTC)
will there be a next chapter?
chucklespiratemuse on January 7th, 2011 11:55 pm (UTC)
Yes there will! Just started writing it this morning actually. :)
redblack2 on January 7th, 2011 11:57 pm (UTC)
yay! I really liked your fic :) want to see what happens next
chucklespiratemuse on January 8th, 2011 12:00 am (UTC)
Thank you very much!
regihail on April 11th, 2011 05:18 am (UTC)
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