The blond sighed, returning to his hospital room and sitting there stubbornly, staring blankly at his casted arm. Well that sucked. He wouldn't be able to play guitar for god only knows how long. And playing the guitar was practically his life, right under Adam. He would probably go insane, but he would survive…Adam would just have to get him cooking supplies or something. He may not seem like it (under his badass exterior), but the blond had a knack and passion for baking…And of course, Adam loved it. But since they were both injured, maybe he and Adam could take time off of teaching. Sure, Tommy loved the students and enjoyed teaching the crap out of them, but he wouldn't mind to spend some quality time with Adam. They did however, almost die today and he wanted to be with him always. But that bitchy nurse wasn't allowing them to spend time together! Which fucking sucked, because what was Tommy suppose to do in this closed off room? He would much rather be cuddling/making out/talking to his husband right now then being oh-so-non productive currently! Damnitt…
But then finally, the nurse came in and told him he could go. The blond couldn't wait. He literally jumped off the bed and scurried over to Adam (who was in a wheelchair) and offered to push him, but being the bastard (too harsh of wording maybe? Stubborn brute- there we are) Adam was, he said no. Tommy sighed and slumped by next to Adam and Monte. Once they reached the car, the blond didn't really want to enter it, but with Monte driving slowly, he would be able to survive…And Tommy knew that he would have Adam drive for awhile. For the safety of both of them, he supposed.
Once they arrived home, Adam sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. Tommy giggled (he giggles, damnitt), and sat on the couch, falling over so his head was on his lover's lap and he was looking up into those gorgeous blue eyes. They were open, a bit glassy (probably from the medicine), but they were lively. "I'm tired…" Tommy mused, shutting his eyes and licking his lips. Maybe it was just the excessive amount of pain killers he was on…Or maybe it was the fact that he almost died today (along with his husband), but Tommy felt really touchy right now. Even if he was tired, he just wanted to kiss Adam. The sex urge he had had when they entered the car was totally diminished now, and was replaced with the utmost of affection and desire to hug and kiss his husband.
So, without even thinking about it, Tommy sat up and straddled Adam with a crazy smirk. He was pretty sane…Well, half of it was Tommy, the other half was the drugs talking…If they wore themselves out at this point, both of them would pass out, so they would have to make this worth wild. "I love you…" Tommy mused leaning down and pressing his cold lips against Adam's hoping he would warm them. The blond actually wasn't trying to make this sexual in anyway. He honestly just wanted the touch of his husband and the feel of his heartbeat. Adam's skin was so soft, and his hair was so smooth. He defined perfection in every possible way.
His right hand pressed against Adam's chest where his heart was beating rapidly while he shut his eyes and moaned lightly into the singer's lips, leaning closer in and dragging himself closer to the love of his life. Adam was sitting upright on the couch, and since he was much taller then the blond, Tommy could completely fit into his lap and lean on his chest with no trouble at all. Tommy's other hand wasn't much help, considering it was immobilized, but that didn't matter. Pretty much all he needed was his lips to work this boy. This kiss was Tommy talking. The next part was the drugs…
He pulled away and bent down, licking at Adam's neck and biting at it, sucking deeply and letting out a throaty moan. He knew how much Adam loved getting nips and licks at his neck, and he would just have to make this worth Adam's while…