Speed leaned back on the couch, stretching. "I don't think I could eat another bit," he said with a tired sigh.

Tommy eyed him strangely, and down at the pizza boxes spread across the coffee table. "He stops after two pizzas," Tommy stated with a smirk on his face. "Good to know."

Also looking downwards, Spiederman tried his best to measure how much he had eaten. "I didn't eat that much," he stated in a defensive manner.

With a chuckle, Tommy stared at Spiederman with disbelief. "Are you kidding me?"

"Yeah," Sadie commented as she started piling the boxes. "I'm pretty sure you ate enough for a homeless family."

Jude laughed as well, knowing it was true. If she learned anything while on tour, it was that no food was safe on the bus with SME around. Still, she felt like she owed something to her boyfriend. "Leave him alone, you guys," Jude insisted. "He's a growing boy!"

Tommy continued the quiet laughter. It was nearly chocked on that phrase as it was blurted out of Jude's mouth. "Growing into another notch on his belt…" he muttered under his breath.

Speiderman instantly glanced upwards as he heard Tommy's quiet words. "Hey, I have an excellent metabolism," Speed boasted slightly.

Sadie raised an eyebrow to that comment. She stood to grab the stack of pizza boxes and remarked towards Spiederman, "And now my thighs officially hate you."

Tilting his head slightly, Tommy got a better view of the back of Sadie as she started to walk away. He grinned to himself, his eyes glowing slightly. "And boy do I love your thighs," he said in a suggestive tone.

Turning slightly, Sadie simply smiled at Tommy. She knew that was his version of a compliment to her, and she loved it. Even then, she blushed a little and turned back towards her path into the kitchen.

Jude rolled her eyes at that comment and stood as well. "We just ate!" she snickered, going to a slightly scary visual place. Even more incentive, Jude noticed the look on Spiederman's face switch over to his imagination as well. Jude shook her head at Tommy disgustedly and grabbed the dirty cups for washing.

The two of them watched both girls walk into the kitchen. They waited for a minute before they heard the water start to run and figured that they were washing the dishes.

"Need any help?" Tommy loudly offered from his seated position.

A couple of clanks and water splashes later, Sadie called out, "We're okay." A few more mysterious noises from the kitchen escaped, and the girls giggled. "Just relax and we'll be done in a few."

Knowing that the girls would still be a little while, Speed looked over Tommy curiously. He kept his voice quiet as he asked, "How do you do it, man?"

Tommy ran his fingers through his hair and shifted his weight. Confused, he replied, "Do what?"

With a shrug, Spiederman tried to think of the right words. He had never really held a conversation with Tommy before, especially not about music. It was an honest question too, he just didn't want to get on his bad side. "Get away with…" he started in hesitation before finishing, "being such a perv?"

"He doesn't," Sadie replied smugly. She had just entered the room to hear the last of Spiederman's question. If he hadn't hesitated, he would've gotten away with it, but he was too slow. Sadie went to the coffee table and placed a plate of abnormally shaped cinnamon rolls and a few coffee mugs. "He gets punished later."

"Yeah," Tommy agreed in a bashful way. He looked up at Sadie with apologetic eyes and a faint smile before she returned to the kitchen. Tommy leaned over to Speed and whispered, "In a very good way."

Speed's jaw dropped as he exclaimed, "Dude!" Both Spiderman and Tommy shared a look of shock, and Spiederman lowered his voice again to finish, "You're a hardcore perv!" And he chuckled for a moment, shaking his head with a slight touch of embarrassment.

"And what?" Tommy questioned with a smirk on his face and cock of his head. "You never think about Jude that wa—" Tommy quickly stopped himself and shook those words and image from his head. "I don't want to know," he finished, shifting his weight and adjusting his posture once more.

Blushing a tad, Spiederman also modified his position to be seated somewhat like Tommy. "Don't worry," he commented. "I didn't plan on telling you."

Both of them could see that the conversation suddenly turned awkward. Spiederman had put an honest effort to talk with Tommy, even if what he had to say was put into the wrong words. There was an obvious age difference between the couples, and it was understood that it would be weird at times. But in the same instance, Tommy and Spiederman had more in common than most people would know.

"You do know we're lucky, right?" Tommy remarked, breaking the silence between them. He glanced over at Spiederman and looked him in the eye, letting him know he was being sincere. "Harrison girls are one in a billion."

Speed pressed his lips together and nodded. He broke his eye contact with Tommy to look down in his lap, thinking about just how lucky he was. "Trust me," Spiederman stated quietly. He looked up at Tommy with Jamie on his mind. "I know."

"You know what?" Jude questioned as she returned to the room with Sadie by her side. The two ladies stared at their men, wondering what the current topic of conversation was, and hoping that they'd be told.