Tommy was lying in his bed in the hotel after the last show of the tour, sulking. Everyone else was getting ready to go to a club. He was going too, of course, but wasn't in the mood for glamming it up. He was thinking about Adam. His feelings for the man had grown since the first time they reared their ugly heads. He didn't understand where they came from, why they were there, and why they took so long to show up (it was half way through the tour! I mean what the hell? It wasn't like that was the first time Adam had kissed him.) but he did know that they were strong and the only way he could neutralize them was the kisses during Fever. Which were ending. No, wait, they have ended. This was the last night of the tour. And now it was over. Shit! What was he going to -

"Tommy Joe!"

Tommy's head jerked up to see a certain raven haired man. Shit.

"Are you really going out wearing that?"

"Thanks, Adam, that's a real confidence booster." Tommy said, rolling his eyes.

"I'm not here as a confidence boost, I'm here as a mirror." Adam said, holding back an obvious smirk. "And mirror says 'change your damn clothes!'"

Tommy couldn't help but laugh. Adam was so adorable sometimes. Wait, what was he thinking? He was always adorable. "Fine. But just because you asked nicely."

Half an hour later, Tommy was as glammed up as he was willing to get, after some pushing from Adam. "Now you're ready. Somewhat." Adam grinned.

Tommy rolled his eyes, but he was grinning too. "Come on, Baby Boy, let's get to that club."

Tommy and Adam stepped off the bus where the limo and the rest of the band and dancers were waiting. The ride to the club was pretty lax, but none of them could shake the feeling of loss and that this was the end.

When they finally got there, Tommy headed straight for the bar. He needed to get some alcohol into him to keep the tour ending off his mind. He hated thinking about it. Damn! It's really over. He threw back shot after shot to clear his mind by muddling it. The alcohol kept the tour ending out of his mind, but his feelings for Adam more prominent. He looked over to the dance floor where Adam was dancing. With a cute guy. Well, there's no way Tommy was going to let that happen. He growled as he stood up and half-walked half-stumbled over.

"Mind if I cut in?" he barely got out before rudely and roughly pushing the guy out of the way to get to Adam.

"Hey, Tommy!" Adam said brightly, as if he hadn't just scared away a possible bang.

"Hey." Tommy said. "There's something I need to do..."

Before Adam had time to move Tommy's lips were upon his with crushing force. Adam let out a little sound of surprise and almost fell over backwards. Tommy's hands took hold of his waist and pulled it against his and as he shoved his tongue into Adam's mouth, he began to grind against him. Adam moaned, but placed his hands on Tommy's shoulders and gently pushed him back.

"Whoa," he said, chuckling. "Down boy!" Adam's tongue darted out and licked his lips, not in a seductive way, but to confirm what he already knew. "You're wasted, aren't you? You taste like alcohol."

"I'm not that drunk." Tommy mumbled with a little scowl.

Adam grinned. "Yes, you are," he said. He turned Tommy around and hooked an arm around his waist for extra support and started walking towards the door. "I'm taking you back to the hotel and you're going to drink a glass of water and go to bed."

Tommy stopped suddenly. "What if I don't want to go back to the hotel?"

Adam gave him a confused expression. "Tommy-"

"What if I don't want the tour to end?" Tommy turned to look at Adam as he said this.

"None of us do, but-"

"What if I like it here?" Tears were gathering in Tommy's eyes now. "What if I don't want to lose you guys? What if I don't want to lose you?"

Adam was really confused now. "We'll keep in touch-"

"I don't mean a tweet now and then, a text or two. I want you, Adam!" Tears were now flowing freely down Tommy's face.

"Tommy, I-"

"No, Adam, I'm serious. This isn't the alcohol talking. I've been trying to tell you this for a long time now, but never found the courage or words to actually say it. But now I am. I think I love you, Adam."

"I love you too, Tommy, but I-"

"No, I mean really love. Like as in I can't stop thinking about you, love. Like I have to force myself not to kiss you every time I see you, love. Like I want to be with you forever, love." Finished, Tommy dropped his head and stared at his creepers, waiting for Adam's reaction.

Adam had no idea what to say. He should have seen this coming. He saw the way Tommy looked at him. He felt the way Tommy kissed him. He felt Tommy's heartbeat quicken against his own when he held him. Just like Adam's did. Just like Adam kissed him. Just like Adam looked at him.

"Tommy, I don't know how to say this, but-"

"I knew it." Tommy said, fists clenching at his sides. "You don't feel the same. I should have known." He turned on his heel and ran out of the bar.

Adam stood there for a moment, dumbstruck, then ran after the smaller man. Damn him for not letting him finish a sentence all night. Damn him for being so sexy. Damn him for being so fast.

Damn him for making him love him.