Hello, so here is Chapter Three. I know it's been a while since I first posted, but I was away for the holidays and such, so here it is! Enjoy! I'll post the next one soon.

Just want to make sure it is known that I own nobody!

CHAPTER THREE: BUTTERFLIES

The following concerts were hard to get through. Adam and Tommy kept up with their fanservice on stage, but the little kisses off stage slowed down dramatically. After they had shared that kiss—which was different, just as Tommy knew it would have been—they weren't really able to get back into the friendly kisses. Even the kisses on stage we hard to act out, there was still a bit more passion in them than before, and neither Tommy nor Adam was able to put normality back into them.

Whenever Adam touched Tommy on stage, Tommy liked it. More than he did before. It was confusing him and scary at the same time. He knew Adam harboured some feelings for him, even if they aren't love or anything like that; he still knew they were more than friendly feelings. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do about it.

At one of the concerts, the band was playing fever and Tommy was standing behind Adam. He felt the urge to put his arm around Adam's waist so it sat on his hip and held him close. He liked being close to Adam and he knew the only time he would get to would be on stage. What was different about this time though, was that Adam put his hand over Tommy's, and Tommy opened his hand, so they were holding hands on stage, even for a brief moment. For the first time since this all started, Tommy had butterflies in his stomach.

The concert ended and Tommy was last to leave the stage, as usual. His mind was running a million miles an hour, unable to focus on anything but the tingle in his right hand that had been consistent even after Adam let him go. He felt a little shakey as he headed to his dressing room. He just wanted to get changed and cleaned up to head back to the bus. Another fucking bus night and he wasn't sure how he was going to be able to handle the small space after tonight's performance.

The rest of the band was already in the dressing room. Adam had his own room so that was fine. He cleaned up and packed his stuff. As he walked out the doors towards the bus he paused to greet a few fans. He didn't stay long once he saw Adam head out the door. He headed to the bus, unlocked the door and grabbed a beer out of the fridge before sitting himself on the couch. He only had a few moments to himself before the rest of the band piled on.

Everyone was chatting excitedly as they took their seats scattered around the bus. Monte and Longineu sat at the table pulling out a pack of cards and Cam sat down next to Tommy, who had a dazed look on his face as he stared out the window at nothing in particular.

"Hey, you ok?" Cam's voice rang through Tommy's head, forcing his to look over at her. He didn't really catch what she said.

"Um, sorry? What?" Tommy looked at Cam and saw the concern in her eyes. Monte and Longineu were too busy talking about who's the bigger cheater to even notice the conversation.

"Oh honey, what's on your mind. You've been distant tonight. Did something happen?" Cam positioned herself so she could see tommy better and still be comfortable. She looked him over as he reacted to her question.

He sighed deeply and put his head in his hands. He didn't think telling Cam about the whole Adam thing was going to help. "I'm alright. I just have a lot on my mind."

Cam wasn't entirely pleased with the answer but there wasn't time to retort when Adam made his way onto the bus. He scanned the room saying hello to everyone before heading to the back of the bus. "Tommy, can you come with me please?"

Tommy looked up at Adam as he moved past him towards the back of the bus. Tommy shot a small smile at Cam as he got up and followed Adam.

When Tommy walked into Adam's quarter's, Adam closed the door and sat on his bed. Now that Tommy was in his room he wasn't sure how to discuss what happened on stage earlier. He stayed silent and looked down as he slowly removed his boots.

"You held my hand." Tommy spoke in almost a whisper that Adam was almost unsure he heard him at all. But he could make out the statement. He took a moment before responding. After he removed his boots he patted the space beside him, motioning for Tommy to take a seat.

"I think that was more of a team effort." Adam looked straight ahead as he spoke, but turned to look at Tommy when he didn't hear him say anything.

"Look, I know things have been a bit off since we spoke in the hotel that night, but I don't want things to be this way. I'm trying my best with whatever it is I feel. It seems to be more persistent than last time, but I'm still trying. The thing on stage today may have thrown me a bit off, but I really want to be able to have things the way they were before. I'm sorry." Adam looked at Tommy now as he spoke, but Tommy wouldn't meet his eyes. They were down, looking at his hands on his lap. The silence hung for a moment that Adam almost jumped when Tommy spoke.

"Adam, I know you've been trying. I've had to put effort in too, believe it or not. Ever since you confessed your feelings in the hotel, my mind has had a hard time focusing. It's confusing the shit out of me." Tommy took a breath then finally looked up into Adam's eyes. He was surprised to find the singer had a small smirk on his face. But it was wiped away once he realized Tommy noticed.

"What exactly are you saying, Tommy?" Adam felt his stomach jolted at the idea of Tommy returning any of his feelings. Not that he was sure what to do if it did happen. It would probably just cause more problems than fix any.

"I don't know what I'm saying. All I know is that ever since we spoke I find myself thinking about how you feel, and how it makes me feel." Tommy was fidgeting with his hands on his lap, but kept his gaze locked with Adam's.

"And how does that make you feel?" Adam felt an itch in his hands from the need to touch Tommy. He put his hands under his legs to keep them still.

"Confused as fuck." Tommy averted his eyes. He hadn't really been able to figure out his feelings, or admit to himself that he actually had any that were more than friendly towards the glittery rocker. "I don't know what I should do. It's fucking with my mind, and I don't want to hurt you. I can't make any promises that I can return your feelings. I want to find out if I could, but it would just make things worse, I think."

Adam sat silently, watching Tommy, unsure of how to proceed. When Tommy met Adam's eyes again, Adam took one of his hands from under the safety of his leg and placed it on one of Tommy's hands, which were still fidgeting in his lap. The fidgeting stopped though once Tommy felt Adam's hand on his. The blond let out a sigh and let his fingers get laced with Adam's.

"I appreciate your concern Tommy, and I'm glad you told me. You know, however, that I can't be an experiment for you though, because you're right, someone will just get hurt. That someone would probably be me, and I have too much in this to let that happen." Adam's eyes locked on Tommy's with an apologetic look on his face. He rubbed his thumb on the back of Tommy's hand as he watched him. He liked the feel of Tommy's slender fingers intertwined with his larger ones; the rough callouses tickling his skin.

Tommy squeezed Adam's hand before he spoke, trying to find some comfort in it. "I know. It's so frustrating because I like you, but I have no way of figuring out what kind of 'like' that is. I have thought about it a lot since we spoke and it still seems fuzzy. Things seem clearer when we're on stage and we're close. Today was different though, we held hands, much like we are now." Tommy took the cue to look down at their hands on his lap, Adam's thumb still rubbing circles, making Tommy feel more comfortable and confident. "You told me before that I gave you butterflies. Well I got butterflies today when we held hands. That was the first time I actually had them from you. I haven't had time to really think about it, but I think that means something, don't you?" Tommy brought his eyes back up to meet Adam's, the electric blue shooting through him as his stomach tied knots sailors would be impressed with.

"That's something you're going to have to figure out on your own Tommy. But I'm not going to sit and wait to find out, especially since I might be waiting for nothing. I'll give you one thing tonight and whether it helps or not, it's all I'm giving you." Adam let go of Tommy's hand to move it to the back of Tommy's neck. He pulled him close and pressed his lips gently against Tommy's for a brief moment before pulling away. He stood up and walked out of the room to go sit with the others while Tommy sat, stunned from what just happened. I need to get this shit figured out soon. What the fuck am I going to do?

Tommy got up and walked out of Adam's room. He said a brief goodnight to everyone and got into his bunk. He decided to get a good sleep and use the day off tomorrow to figure out everything. He didn't have time to take his time with this, so he let himself relax for the night so he could take on the stress of his feelings tomorrow.