[0.9 Your touch magnetizing…]

Classes go by in a breeze and he just tells himself he'll do the homework later, because Adam doesn't hesitate for a moment to go and visit Tommy again. He can't waste another moment when he could be with Tommy, talking to Tommy, getting to know Tommy. Tommy has been the only thing on his mind since, well, since Halloween, but especially since the night before. Tommy's voice has been purring in his ear and rolling around in his head for hours and he needs to hear it—actually hear it—again before he goes crazy.

Books discarded on the floor, bag on his chair, Adam checks to make sure he has his coat, the necklace and his keys before he bolts it out the door. He's not even sure if he locked his room up before he's rushing across the open courtyard to the field. To the forest. His heart is racing in his chest as his feet stomp through wet grass, occasionally slipping through patches of mud. But he never falls.

Adam hurries past the bleachers, up to the entrance of the forest. The trees loom above, but they're inviting. They're familiar and almost warm for him. And he knows why they're so comforting, so pleasing. It's because of Tommy. That strange alien boy with the burnt gold eyes and the translucent skin. Tommy makes these haunting trees seem like nothing more than old friends.

Adam shakes the thought as he comes to the ring. The trip is becoming shorter, but that's not what concerns him. In the ring is Tommy, draped in blue silk, sitting in the flowers. The only difference between now and last night are the streaks of sunlight that are streaming in, washing over the roses and the blond. Adam watches as Tommy holds the bud of a rose in his hands.

He's silent while Tommy whispers to the bud in a language he can hardly hear let alone understand. It only takes a few moments before the bud blooms into a full and healthy rose, shimmering petals and glowing. Adam smiles brightly, looking up to find Tommy watching him intently, his eyes nearly blazing in their sockets.

Tommy smiles, "Come, sit." He offers, motioning to the open space. Shoes off, coat laying over them, Adam sits across from Tommy, staring at the newly bloomed rose. In his peripheral, Adam can see Tommy smiling as his finger slides up the stem. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Pardon?" Adam lifts his gaze to Tommy's face, but finds the blond looking back at the flower.

"The way it shines, the healthiness of the petals. Not even your roses are this perfect, though they come close." Tommy comments, and Adam raises an eyebrow.

"I take it you've been in contact with life on other planets?"

"Hundreds." Tommy doesn't seem fazed by this at all, yet Adam has to fight to keep his jaw from dropping to the roses. "None as smart as yours, though. At least, not in this galaxy. In mine, the twenty-eight planets that orbit a passive black hole, there is little in the way of plant-life. Even animals, to an extent. On my planet—" Tommy then hisses a name that Adam can't even hope to make out before continuing, "—is crafted, in a fashion, on indestructible materials like… metal?… and our form of water. It's a clear, thick substance that we feed off of called mahkii."

Adam frowns. While he's deeply intrigued by the information Tommy is sharing about his planet, he can't help but feel sorry at the idea of absolutely no plant life. No trees, no flowers, no rolling hills of grass or fields of wheat. While Adam is by no means a country boy, he can still appreciate the beauty of nature.

"You seem… troubled?" Tommy comments, raising an eyebrow at Adam. Adam shrugs softly, looking down at the roses that lay by his ankles.

"I just… I can't imagine a world with nature. No flowers? No trees?" Tommy shakes his head, a grim look crossing his features.

"None." Tommy confirms and Adam sighs miserably.

"That must be so… depressing…"

"Believe me, it is a dreary place to be at times compared to the natural beauty of your world. But our architecture and detail to, perhaps, impossible design is impeccable to yours. If your kind were to see it, your best artists would feel like four-year-old finger painters and building-block amateurs." Adam smiles, allowing a light laugh when Tommy smirks.

"I guess there must be a balance somewhere." He suggests and Tommy nods once, a queer sort of smile drawing his mouth wide.

"Without balance, what do you have?"

Adam pauses, staring at Tommy for a long while as the question rolls around in his head. Without balance, what was left? Adam bites down on his lip, trying to think of a good answer. Part of him wanted to say chaos, but even that didn't seem right. But there couldn't possibly be good just by itself without balance, as much as he might want to believe it.

"Well, don't hurt yourself," Tommy teases and Adam flushes a brilliant pink.

Glancing away, Adam looks down at the roses again. They glimmer under the sunlight. The blue glows bright when he touches them with his fingertips. He doesn't have to look up to know that Tommy is watching, but he can't find it within himself to care in the slightest. Right now, he's fascinated with the roses and their shining petals.

"You are curious?" Tommy says gently, and Adam nods, lifting a full rose into his hands.

"Yeah…" Before Adam can say another word, Tommy cuts in.

"You wonder why they glow?" Adam nods.

"I know why they glow for you. I mean, you create them, they're connected to you. I'm curious as to why they glow for me. Do they glow no matter who touches them, or am I… like, special, or something?"

Tommy hesitates for a moment, as if pondering the decision to tell Adam anything. The black haired male waits patiently gazing at the rose and the way it glimmers. When his fingers scarcely brush the edges, it faintly sparkles. When he squeezes the petals to near ruin, they glow brilliantly.

Adam hears a soft rustle and glances up to find Tommy much closer than he was before. Instead of being startled or even nervous, Adam feels perfectly calm. Tommy's eyes burn in their golden intensity as he inches closer and closer still. He feels fingers brush his wrist and pleasure hits Adam so hard he moans aloud, heart pounding against his ribs and nerves going ablaze.

"They glow for you because of this… because I've touched you. We're connected," Tommy's voice is soft and gentle, almost like a purr. "Just us. No one else can make them glow. Just me. And you…"

Tommy's fingers press a little firmer into Adam's wrist and he gasps again, moaning softly. "The reason it feels so good is because I want it to feel good. One touch, and I can make you feel anything I want you to feel. I can put you to sleep, I can make you feel happy or sad. I can make you feel nothing at all… I could even kill you if I wanted to…"

Shivering, Adam draws in a slow and quivering breath. "W-why…? Why pleasure? I'm—I'm not complaining, but—" Tommy smirks and Adam's train of thought screeches to an explosive halt.

The blond's fingers inch up Adam's wrist, slipping under his jacket sleeve some. More tremors jolt their way down his spine, and Adam can't even hope to fight the moans that escape from his lips. Tommy's smirk grows as he brings his free hand up, the tips of fingers brushing along Adam's jaw.

Adam lets his eyes droop shut and Tommy's fingers caress his flesh. His nerves are on fire and pleasure is spiraling down his back, coiling like a spring in his belly. He bites his lower lip, eyes squeezing shut when the light touches become harder, firmer, and warmer against his body, and, oh, God, he's trembling again. The sunlight is hot on his face and Tommy's fingers dig into his wrist and his throat, a hot gust of air washing over his forehead.

Gasping, Adam jerks, and Tommy's hands tighten. "God—fuck, Tommy… Tommy, I can't, I'm gonna… ngh!" Adam whines and squeals like a fucking school girl. The touches are hard, almost uncomfortably tight and Adam chokes, ecstasy swallowing him whole. He starts to open his mouth to wail, this close to blowing his load in his jeans when soft, plump lips cover his own, stealing his breath. For a moment, Adam doesn't even think. He can't think. He doesn't need to look to know it's Tommy kissing him, Tommy stealing his breath. He's sure Tommy is stealing his soul because everything goes white hot and everything is on fire and for a second Adam is actually sure he's dead.

The white fades to black before Adam gets his vision back. When his eyes flutter open, he finds Tommy hovering over him, his eyes wide yet expressing little emotion. A blush creeps up along his neck to his cheeks, and a light yet cool breeze kisses his skin. Something warm and wet begins to chill against his groin and lower stomach and Adam presses a hand to his thigh, feeling bare skin. The blush deepens.

"Did I hurt you?" The questions is honest but the tone leaves Adam to ponder otherwise.

"N-no… but… you've ruined me for another other—individual.. pleasure-wise, anyway.." Adam has to choose his words carefully. He can't say man, because while Tommy clearly isn't human, he still comes off as a man. He still holds the appearance of one.

"What do you mean?" Embarrassment fills Adam to the core. He looks away for a moment and takes a cautious breath.

"No one's.. ever.. made me feel like that…" Tommy nods once.

"No one's give you pleasure like I have. No human, at least." Adam hums in response, trying not to squirm under Tommy's slight yet imposing body. The blond has proven more than once that he can command Adam's body with a single touch, and he really doesn't want to chance it.

"You're nervous." Tommy states and Adam snorts softly.

"Yeah, a bit," he says, biting his cheek, "Why am I naked?" Tommy smiles.

"I figured you didn't want to ruin your clothes."

"That's awfully kind of you, but…" Before Adam can finish, Tommy kisses his chest, and a gasp sucks itself between his teeth. "T-Tommy…"

Tommy's mouth drags down Adam's chest, leaving behind a long, thick trail of warmth, tingling like the skin and muscle has fallen asleep. Eyes fluttering, Adam palms the back of Tommy's head, and howls when the pleasure quickly turns to white hot pain.

Tommy withdraws immediately, eyes wide, mouth set in a frown. "I—I am sorry…" he stammers. "I'm not used to being touched when giving pleasure…"

Adam touches the spot where Tommy's lips felt like magma, and chokes on a quiet cry. "It's fine," he mumbles weakly, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. He refuses to let them fall. He's not a pussy who cries at the slightest bit of pain… though that flare was something he'd never expected before.

"You're lying."

"A-am not."

"I can tell," Tommy's voice is soft, laying under a breath. "Here…" He shifts and Adam grabs his shoulder, stilling him.

"N-no, I'm fine… I promise…" He lies, shaking a little. He wants to trust Tommy, to know that the blond isn't going to hurt him. But that pain was something he'd never felt. Something he couldn't have imagined in his wildest dreams, and he was still having a hard time comprehending it.

"Adam…"

"Really, I'm okay. I just… I need to go…" Adam starts to sit up, careful to make sure he doesn't brush against Tommy. The trees spin around him and he groans, glancing down at himself long enough to see spider webs of black laced over his chest and what looks like an ink black bite set into the baby fat of his belly on the left side. He frowns before Tommy's hand clamps down on his shoulder, and the world fades to black.