Tommy was just a wee bit embarrassed. See, him and Adam hadn't had sex in about six months because they have both been swamped, and Tommy even went away for a couple months to a guitar convention (don't ask why it lasted two months), and when he got back, he was all worked up. He just wanted to get Adam in bed and mess around. But Adam was really sick, so then they just never got around to it. Ever since then, they've both been swamped and virtually incapable of doing anything intimate. And hearing his husband sing just about sent him over the edge with desire. In fact, there was an annoying hardness in his pants that he wished weren't there. He had to literally waddle to the car, and it didn't help at all when Adam blocked him with a flirtatious smirk on his face. "Addddaaammm…" he whined, covering the front of his pants with his guitar case. He didn't want Adam to see and make fun of him. Because, yea, he may seem sweet and docile when he's teaching, but he can be a big diva bitch to Tommy when he wants to be…
He raised an eyebrow and Tommy looked around, making sure no one was around when he leaned on his tippy toes (he's about five inches shorter then his much taller husband) and bit down on his neck, knowing full well that that was his major weak spot. Like, doing that could possibly send him into immediate orgasm. The brunets' eyes widened and he let out a low moan, licking his lip. Tommy pulled away, whimpering a bit when the stiffness in his pants only got harder. "Adam, move," he whispered huskily and he agreed, quickly going to the passenger's side and hopping in. The blond threw his guitar in the back and turned on the engine, pulling out of the parking lot. He panted a little, and blinked, trying to control himself.
"What was THAT about?" Adam asked, looking over at Tommy and holding out his hand for him to take, which he happily did. Their fingers interlaced and a small smile played on the blonds' lips. He liked THEIR time when they were just alone and they didn't have to hide anything. They were free to do as they pleased. Sure, Tommy wanted sex, but to be honest, he would rather just cuddle if that was truly what Adam wanted. He wanted to make his baby happy and that was his main goal in life.
"Oh, nothing…Just you know. My manly needs and all. Considering we haven't done anything remotely close to what we call sex in about six months. Practically anything you do gets me fucking hard…" he replied, groaning a little and trying to focus on the road, even though it was as hard as shit. Adam shrugged a little then saw Tommy's little problem and let out an 'Oooh', as if he didn't already know. "Shut up! This is all your fault, sucker…" he mumbled. He blinked again, trying REALLY hard to look at the road and watch where he was going as he took sharp turns left and right.
"Oh, but I don't think I'm the sucker tonight, Tommy," he replied with a wink. "Remember, we have two days off for the weekend. And I got all my paper work done. Did you?" he asked, and his husband nodded. Okay, so maybe they did have free time today. But probably not. Something will pop up and the blond will be dissapointed.
He lowered his voice seductively. "Does that mean…" Tommy asked, glancing over at his husband. "No, Adam…I'll just take care of my problem by myself…" he mumbled, looking out at the windshield. It was the same crap over and over again. Adam would say he was going to do something and he wasn't…And he would rather be sex-deprived then have Adam laugh in his face again. "Shit, whatever. I love you..." he murmered, pursing his lips together and smiling.
Unfortunately , Tommy was so overwhelmed with this fact, that he didn't even hear the loud honking of the semi-truck that was speeding towards them from the left intersection...