A/N: Part of the title taken from JustinJ1232/

It's huge sparkly and purple. The wrapping looks bright, happy and outrageous, it reminds him of Eric. Without thinking he grabs it and pays. School's actually been pretty good since he got back. Vic, a teenager with a military background took an interest in him. Took him in, and introduced him to his mates. Now he actually had a social life. It was weird, but he didn't hate it.

He'd become a little more muscular after military school. Aimee didn't give a fuck anymore. To be honest, Adam didn't give a fuck that she didn't. It just highlighted how much he'd never given a fuck about her. But the girls around him, including Liv, were giving him the eye! However, the only person he did give a damn about. The only boy rather, he was going to see in Fifty minutes. He'd never been so excited to go to detention before!

He goes to the bathroom first. Gets some gel for his hair, pops a mint in his mouth gets his father's fancy aftershave out of his rucksack. Yes, his dad would strangle him if he knew he'd taken it. But he only wore this for special occasions, he had no school bullshit going on in his diary. And God knows that he was never going to take his poor mum anywhere fancy.

He sprayed on the aftershave and waved his hand around, before doing a quick check of himself in the mirror.

"You look good Groff. Good" He muttered to himself as left for detention.

Just like always, his pulse was buzzing whenever Eric was near. He sighs deeply as he pushes over open the door. He steps in and walks to the centre, of the room, getting his large present out.

"Hey Tromboner! Got you a gift!" He holds his present out as Eric turns around, bright eyed and bubbly as always.

"A present? For me?"

"Nah for Mr Hendricks! Course for you!"

"Man, you're so sweet when you wanna be. However can I thank you?" Eric teased, walking over and stroking his hand.

"We've got thirty minutes" Adam says getting into Eric's space and gently grabbing him by the waist. The light kiss on the mouth, sparks his pulse like a porno. Going through all that shit at military school was worth it. All those times he had to sleep on the floor, in ice cold, piss stained Khakis. While Eli wanked above him and his dad's warnings paved the concrete beneath him. Eric was the only thing that got him through it. He'd kept to himself. Been "the perfect soilder" Not because he gave a fuck about rules or that copied course-work. It was to get back into Eric's arms and to feel his body pressed against his own...

"Oh Adam! I missed the shit out of you!" Eric purrs into his neck.

"Really? Show me"

Ad? Adam?" Eric's staring at him confused, waving in his face.

Adam awakes out his daydream, and realises he's just been standing at the door, staring at his arse like a perv for however many minutes.

"Are you gonna help? Or just stand there?" Eric smirked.

"I'm fucking here ain't I?" Adam snaps.

"Okay, Okay" Eric says holding his hands out in surrender. Like before he left, he instantly wants to change his tone. But the words are out there. Wafting around like his cigarette smoke, and he can't inhale the words back in.

He walked in the room, tiptoeing."Got you something?" Adam said quickly. He says it like it's a question, but the present is very much real. He takes out the huge dairy milk chocolate bar and chucks it at him.

"Shit!" Eric yells as the bar almost hits him in the face.

"Saw this, and I thought of you innit"

"Fruit and nut? Because I was a complete nutter to kiss you right?" Eric says putting the chocolate gently on the side.

"Nah...eat it then" Adam prods.

"I can't" Eric shakes his head and begins stacking chairs.

"Ungrateful little shit!" He digs his hand in his pockets.

"Thank you! It's lovely. But I'm watching my weight man"

"Why? You're fit as fuck" Adam squints. He takes a music stand in one hand while reaching over and playfully grabbing Eric's juicy arse.

"Adam!"

"Come on!"

"No seriously. A lot's changed. And...ummm...I've met someone nice" Eric admits.

"No-one's nice Tromboner. Maybe Barney the dinosaur, but...he's just a lanky purple twat in a costume" Adam insists. "Everyone's fake nice these days"

"So that blow-job you gave me wasn't real? That's a relief. Let's just forget about it then" Eric said with a steely determination that made his blood run cold. Adam wanted to touch him. Badly. He was so much better at expressing his thoughts through touch. But Tromboner clearly didn't want to give him the time of day. He'd need more than Dad's expensive aftershave and chocolate to impress Eric. The only question on his mind was...

Who the fuck is Tromboner dating now?