:) Alright all. The next chapter is the last chapter to this mini series. Thank you for reading this; it's much appreciated! We hope you enjoyed the ride. xoxox
Tommy's damned arm still hadn't heeled at all, and it ached, but he could totally play guitar if freaking Adam would let him out of his cast. However, he kept saying he couldn't because he didn't want to risk him becoming anymore injured. He would whine and complain about how it was fine and that he needed to play guitar. Other than his husband, playing the instrument was his drug, and going over a month without playing it was kind of a bitch. But the blond knew that it was almost healed because he could wiggle it around in his cast without flinching like he used to. And sometimes, when Adam wasn't around he would take it out and give it a good stretch. Seriously, his poor limb needed some air, but his husband was too concerned about it. But Tommy was a strong son of a bitch and he could handle a bit of soreness if it meant he could wrap both his arms around Adam's waist and do all the crap he was supposed to be doing. Like helping the singer with his teaching, hugging him, or playing his guitar. Even though, he shouldn't be complaining so much in his head because poor Adam was still in crutches. Tommy honestly thought that in over a month, they shouldn't be in all these bandages, but it was probably worse than he let on. However, the blond wasn't one to dwell on the past. He would just have to look ahead and see where that got them. Besides, Adam would bitch to him if he kept blaming himself for the car wreck (even though it was entirely his fault from the laws of logic).
Tommy was currently on Adam's sofa that was in his office and he was laying back on it, staring up at the ceiling, and kind of day dreaming about nothing in particular. His blond fringe was swept over his dropped eyes and he let out a yawn. He was honestly kind of dozing off until his husband's sweet and melodic voice filled the air. He asked if he wanted to go on a date. The blond thought it was utterly adorable that he still requested to go out on dates even though they were into their thirties. But the dates were the shit, man. Come on, who wouldn't want to just prance into some fancy restaurant, order the most expensive dish on the menu and share it with the person you love most? Some idiot, that's who, and as most of you probably already know, Tommy Joe Mitchel was not an idiot. He couldn't drive a car, apparently, but he sure as hell would say yes to going out to dinner with the most amazing man in the entire world. Someone that he wanted and knew he would spend the rest of his life with. Hell, they were married and couldn't be happier. They needed a little date. Sure, they had spent time together while they were off, but it was kind of difficult to make any kind of intimacy between them considering they were both broken, but that didn't stop Tommy from making a couple moves while they were hyped up on painkillers. It made for some interesting sex to say the least…
"Of course, boo. Where do you want to go?" Tommy asked, resting his head over the arm of the couch and licking his lips. He watched his husband's movements with intense eyes, seeing and observing how gracefully he moved and how he spun in his chair to walk over to him and sit on the couch. He immediately sat up, and placed himself on the singer's lap. He smiled; touching Adam's lips and feeling their softness encounter his fingers. It was nice, and he couldn't imagine just how soft and amazing they were. Plush and pink. Plump and so kissable. He bent down, placing a sweet and romantic kiss on Adam's tantalizingly palpable lips and pulled back smiling. "Well, I was thinking we could go to a special little restaurant," he winked, licking his lips and tasting the brunet's lingering taste upon them, "it'll be my special little treat for my husband," Tommy whispered, sitting up from Adam's lap immediately when there was a knock on the door. None of the students still knew their dirty little secret, and it was best kept that way because it'll be difficult to explain it all and blah, blah, blah. Just let life flow easily, ya know?
Class kind of dragged on for Tommy because he wasn't really doing anything except watching his husband drone on and on about how high you make the notes, when you should stop them, and blah, blah, blah. Why wasn't Adam singing like he always does? Tommy loves hearing his husband's voice more than anything in the entire world, but he just hummed while the class sung. Seriously, Adam singing kept the blond sane because it was just so intoxicating. Uugh, it dragged on forever until Adam finally released the class and gave them assignments because they had to get ready for the concert that was next week. Tommy knew the singer was freaking stoked for it, and he was excited for him, but come on, let's go to dinner. And when the class finally left, Tommy pounced on his husband kissing his cheek with a playful grin. "Come on, I wanna go somewhere fancy and have a fun date," Tommy mused, kissing Adam on the cheek again and grabbing his hand, kissing it softly before grabbing his husband's crutches and giving them to him. Once they got to the restaurant, he knew Adam would leave them in the car because he hated those stupid things. They were fairly pointless. But nonetheless, useful. So, Tommy practically skipped by Adam was they made their way to the car…