Sorry this is late, urgha. It's been done for like, two, three weeks I just forgot to post it here. Anyways, someone said they wanted fluffiness between Adam and Tommy. And... well.... :3 Here you go. Enjoy, because the happiness isn't going to last for long. ^^;

Thursday

He smiles slightly and walks forward, undoing his own shoes and kicking off his socks, sitting down beside the redhead. He dips his feet into the cool waves of the river, shivering as the water chills his skin, but he gets use to it really quickly. The sun's beaming down upon them both and Tommy has half a mind to reach out and take Adam's hand in his. He wants to, but he doesn't, because that would just make this nice moment a little awkward. And right now, that's not what he wants to deal with.

Adam doesn't say anything, and neither does Tommy. They're content being silent, just enjoying the sunshine and the water gushing between their toes. Tommy glances down, staring at Adam's feet under the waves. He has nice toes. Tommy smiles; Adam's feet are a creamy color, just like the rest of him, freckles on the top. He must be covered in freckles. He sneaks a peak over at Adam's face as he rests his arms on his knobby knees. He looks as if he's staring passed Adam, and that's how he likes to be. But he studies the redhead's face carefully, looking away just before Adam looks at him. His eyes are as brilliant a blue as ever, his cheeks rosy with sun. And if Tommy looks hard enough while still be nonchalant about it, he can see the freckles on Adam's lips. So beautiful.

But then comes a moment where Tommy doesn't look away fast enough, and Adam catches him staring with a look of pure admiration in his face. Blushing, Adam nudges Tommy's foot with his own, and Tommy blinks, going scarlet in seconds. He's at a loss for words. 'Way to go, dipshit, you got caught.' He thinks to himself, smiling and laughing nervously. He hopes that Adam doesn't think him strange for staring. But then again, he wouldn't be surprised if Adam did think him strange. A lot of people thought him strange, they just never said it to his face.

"Sorry…" Tommy says softly, running his fingers through his hair, still awkwardly laughing. Adam shakes his head, a grin stretching across the gorgeous, freckled lips.

"It's fine." Adam replies, glancing over at Tommy. But his bright blue eyes catch one of the faint bruise on Tommy's left calf, before trailing up and catching the smaller ones on his arms, and they widen. "Are you alright, Tommy?" He asks, motioning to them. Tommy looks down and shrugs, his heart going frantic in his chest. He hadn't expected to meet Adam here, so he thought he was safe with going sleeveless. But he was wrong. Adam's here, he's seen some of the marks that his dad has left upon him…

"Yeah. It's just from gym." He lies. He hates lying to Adam, it leaves a pit of acid bubbling in his stomach and it makes him want to vomit. And now the bile seems to be forming on the back of his tongue; he can taste it, see. Ugh. Not here, of all places. Not. Here.

"Ah, makes sense." Adam seems to take the bait, but Tommy's convinced by the fleeing look in the redhead's eyes that he doesn't believe it for a moment. They sit, again, in silence, watching the waves lap over one another. Tommy shifts, stretching his legs out and letting his calves rest in the water, the waves splashing over the tops of his ankles. It's cooling, relaxing, and he leans back on his elbows, letting his head hang, his hair swooshing gently in the light breeze. For Los Angeles, California, this weather is nice. It's decent; not too hot. Breezy and refreshing. And, fuck, it's not muggy.

"So how'd you know about this place?" Adam asks to break the silence, and Tommy lifts his head a little to glance at the ginger. He smiles, letting his head fall again.

"I've known about it for a few years. I usually come here when my dad's out, just to get away, you know?" He says softly, before lying down on his aching back. He cringes a little but he gets comfortable, and he tucks his arms behind his head. His legs are cold from the water, but he likes it. It's soothing.

"Really? I don't see you over here all that much." Adam remarks, and Tommy lets a breath escape his lips.

"Dad's been home a lot more, lately. He needs me to do stuff around the house."

"What about your mom?" Tommy's left hand twitches, and he fights to keep himself calm. He wonders if he should be heading back soon. Is she okay? Is she still sleeping? Did Dad come home before she got the chance to call him? Oh fuck, oh fuck…

"Mom gets sick a lot." More lies. They're not sick, they're being beaten and raped. They're being tortured, and no one's coming to save them! Not even Adam— Adam, God. Tommy could so very easily spill every secret, every desire, every need and want to Adam right now. But what good would it do to suck this beautiful ginger into the mess? No good. It would ruin Adam. But the bile is turning in his stomach and Tommy feels really sick now. He closes his eyes to block out the gradual spinning of the world.

"Gotcha." Adam is silent for a little while longer, and Tommy finds himself drifting in and out of focus. But he feels warmth traveling over his leg, and he relaxes. The warmth shifts up and over his clothed stomach. More relaxation; this is nice. He likes this. A shiver trembles down his back and a ragged breath escapes his lips. The warmth, which feels oddly like fingertips right about now, trails over his jaw line and over the curve of his bottom lip. Adam?

His eyes open slowly, and he sees Adam staring down at him, his fingers pressed against his lip. Adam. The ginger blinks and pulls away suddenly, embarrassed. Tommy's heart races in his chest. Oh God, Adam was touching him. Adam's hands were pouring warmth into him, oh fuck, fuck! He looked like he was about ready to kiss the blond. Sitting up slowly, Tommy looks over at the redhead, who's staring hard at the river.

"Hey—" Tommy says, touching Adam's shoulder. The redhead doesn't move, doesn't even blink. "Hey, Adam… You don't have to be upset or embarrassed, it's fine." He says gently, keeping his voice calm. He can't tell Adam that he enjoyed the attention, that he enjoyed being touched. It wasn't sexual, it was curious. Tommy can still feel the phantom warmth that is slowly fading from his skin. He wants to bring it back. Right now.

"Sorry— it's just… you looked so at peace, and I thought you were asleep." Adam mumbles under his breath, so soft Tommy can barely hear it. But he does, and he smiles.

"Adam, look at me." The redhead shifts his attention to the blond, looking so apologetic and passive. "I promise, it's fine. I wasn't uncomfortable by it." He says, and Adam looks a little more relieved than he did two minutes ago. In fact, he even allows himself a small smile. Tommy grins, drawing his knees to his chest and staring at the gushing waves of the river. His skin is burning from where Adam's fingers had touched him. He wants to ask the redhead to do it again, but he's not sure how to ask. 'What better way to ask than to just do it bluntly? No… not yet…'

"So— what do you want to be when you grow up?" Tommy asks. It's a really lame question, he knows, but he doesn't give a shit right now. It's an honest question, and Adam's face breaks into an embarrassed smile as he shifts beside Tommy, staring out across the river and to the other side, a bank with overgrown trees and bushes.

"I want to be a singer. I want to perform and make people happy, you know? Just get on a really big fucking stage and wail." Tommy can see, though Adam's not looking at him, that the redhead's eyes are bright and excited. It's his dream, and a thought occurs to the blond. He smiles and shifts, facing Adam.

"I can play for you." Tommy says, nearly grinning ear to ear. Adam turns his focus fully upon the blond and has a quizzical look mixed with a smirk.

"What?"

"I play guitar. Tomorrow, I'll play for you, and you can be a performer." It sounds like the most brilliant idea ever to Tommy, and he really hopes that Adam will let him play. Adam blinks once and his quizzical smirk turns into a smile. Slowly, he reaches over and tucks a loose, short strand of Tommy's hair behind his right ear, stroking his cheek. Tommy blushes, but he keeps his eyes locked with Adam's. He leans over, the distance between them closing at a rapid rate. Tommy's eyes slip shut and he can feel his face getting hotter by the second as Adam presses his lips to his burning cheek. A feathery touch, gentle and warm. Now he's on fire.

"I'd like that." He whispers into Tommy's cheek, and the blond can feel him smile. Adam pulls away, still inches from Tommy's face as the blond opens his eyes again. His left hand lifts and he cups Adam's cheek in his palm, pulling the redhead closer and easing their lips together. Chaste. So very chaste, but so very passionate. Adam shivers, his hand sliding along the length of Tommy's thigh and curving around his lower back. Tommy fights so very hard to turn his gasp of pain into an intake of breath at intimacy. And Adam's so far into the kiss he doesn't notice it. 'Thank God.' Tommy tells himself, moaning as Adam's tongue trails along his bottom lip.

The redhead's experienced in the art of kissing, as Tommy very well learns right off of the bat. Adam slips his tongue between the blonde's teeth, letting it rest for a moment against Tommy's. He pulls Adam even closer, sucking on the redhead's tongue. It's all instinct, what his pounding heart is telling him. He's never done any of this before, how is it he's doing it now? 'Stop over-thinking and fucking enjoy yourself.' He thinks, and moans into Adam's mouth as the ginger slides closer still. He's burning alive and loving every fucking moment of it. Adam expertly weaves his fingers into Tommy's short, choppy blond hair, pulling gently on it. And when Tommy moans, Adam pulls harder. The blond feels a pressure growing in his groin and he's surprised at himself but doesn't react upon it. It seems he likes his hair being pulled. Okay.

Adam pulls away, kissing Tommy's lips again, though only briefly. His heart is going mad and he's sure that the world is spinning around him. Adam strokes his hair and smiles, and Tommy can feel his heart melting. Oh God, he just freaking made out with Adam, a guy he's known only since Monday! Fucking hell!

"Wow…" Tommy breathes, chuckling. Adam leans in and kisses him again. It makes Tommy's heart leap to his throat and overwhelm his senses. He can't get enough of these kisses. He wants to bathe in them. Naturally, his head floats to other things. How would these kisses feel on the rest of his body? The pressure in his groin builds further and he muffles his moan into Adam's lips. God, this is so bad. He's letting himself give in and he's not even caring about Adam's safety. Only Adam's lips on his, only his hands in his hair, the God awful pressure in his groin! Fuck!

'Remember, Tommy, you want to keep him safe, you want to protect him. If you fuck it up because he's fucking your mouth, fine, that's your choice. Just don't bitch about it later. Don't you dare.' But he's not going to fuck it up. He's going to protect Adam from his father. He's going to, even if it's the last thing he ever does.