Adam's POV
Did Tommy just say that? That he loved me? I mean, of course I loved him too and I said it after we had gotten it on but did he really say that he loved me? Wow. But I still was nervous about the whole condom thing. I hadn't gotten checked in a while because of the tour but I thought I was clean. Right? I mean Tommy can't have aids. Of course he doesn't. So just in case, I decided I was going to have him checked tomorrow. But when I told him the next day, he wasn't too happy.
"Why do you want to have me checked if you know you're clean, Adam? Are you clean? Am I going to get aids? Oh my god!" he was nervous and angry at the same time.
"Tommy, baby, you're fine, and I just want to get you checked, just in case anything happens." I said, trying to keep him calm. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
"You're going to be fine, baby," I said, leaning down and kissing him sweetly on the lips. "Now come on, we have to go. Your appointment is in an hour." I grabbed his hand and we walked to the car.
When we were driving there I could practically SEE him shaking. Oh god, I hope I was clean. But he trusts me, right? I was having so many doubts at the moment and it wasn't good. When I finally pulled into the parking lot of the clinic, Tommy went insane, like a kid that didn't want to get a shot.
"Adam, I don't want to do this, I'm scared," he looked at me with wide, frightened eyes. I hated seeing him like this.
"You'll be fine," I said, stepping out of the car and walking around to the other side of it to meet Tommy and grab his hand. We walked in through the double doors and sat, waiting in silence as straight couples stared. I was used to it, but Tommy wasn't. I could see him blushing so deeply. When the doctor called his name, he left looking back at me before he walked into the room.
So I sat and waited in silence, just waiting. This wasn't easy. I was so nervous. I didn't want this to have to EVER happen. To ever have to get one of my boyfriends checked for aids. It was so scary. And when the doctor walked back out without Tommy, I stood up.
"Mr. Lambert, you might want to talk to him alone," he said, leading me to the room. When I entered, I saw Tommy crying his eyes out. And I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around him, rocking him back and forth.
"The test read positive, I am very sorry. I will give you some privacy." When the doctor said that I allowed salty tears to fall from my eyes.
"Tommy," I said looking at him.
"WHAT ADAM? WHAT? YOU DID THIS TO ME! NO MATTER HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU, YOU DID THIS TO ME!" he screamed and I felt so bad. I started crying even more.
"T-Tommy, I had no i-idea that this w-was going to h-happen! I love you Tommy and no matter what-"
"NO MATTER WHAT? I'M GOING TO DIE ADAM! IM GOING TO FUCKING DIE!" he cried. "I-I love you, A-Adam, please don't leave me," he said, his voice calmer.
"You don't need to worry, Tommy, I never will. I love you too,"
That night we fell asleep in each others arms in the hospital.