Sunday

He didn't tell Adam.

He couldn't. He just couldn't do it. It's not because he's afraid that Adam will get mad at him or anything. It's not because he's afraid that Adam's going to run off and go kill his fuck of a father (actually, he really wants that. Well, rephrase, he wants to kill his fuck of a father himself). He's afraid that if he tells Adam, then the ginger will be upset. Well, yeah, of course he'd be upset. But upset to the point where he wouldn't forgive himself. He saw that look in Adam's eye when he left yesterday. He saw it. The look that said "if you come back in any less condition, I won't be able to handle it". Yeah, that look.

He doesn't quite remember coming home and getting cleaned up. He doesn't know if Monte might've said anything to him. But he remembers going into the bedroom and crashing on the bed in a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He's not sure if Adam was there or not. And quite frankly, he doesn't care. He's so tired and his head is fucking killing him. That's why he's awake now at quarter after two in the morning. Because he's certain he could feel his head splitting into two jagged pieces. It's hurting really bad right now.

He sits up on the bed; Adam's laying beside him, eyes closed and looking more than beautiful. He doesn't want to disturb his baby, so he gets up slowly, shuffling out of the bedroom. He's half awake with a screaming headache, and he's going to go get some fucking advil, because, god damnit, he's going to punch a baby if he doesn't get it. Okay, maybe that's pushing it just a little bit. But fuck, right now he really doesn't care because he's going to scream if he can't get rid of this headache.

It's just not fair though. It didn't bother him much when he got back from his house. Maybe that's because he went and took a nap. 'Maybe, also, if you're fucking father hadn't been slamming your head into the god damn wall all the time, you wouldn't be having this bitch of a headache.' He thinks to himself, blinking a few times as he turns on the bathroom light. He opens the medicine cabinet behind the mirror and grabs the bottle of pain pills. Maybe they'll put him back to sleep. God, he fucking hopes so.

Tommy shakes the bottle against his palm a few times, dropping two advil into his open hand. He pops them into his mouth and throw his head back, dry swallowing them in an instant. He doesn't care for water right now, even though his mouth is a little dry. It can wait until the morning, though. Right now, he wants to go back to bed.

He shuts off the light again and shuffles back into the bedroom, trying to be as silent as possible as he slips back into the bed, into Adam's warm arms. He sighs softly, his head pounding and he wants to close his eyes, but he's restless. And he keeps shifting. He'll turn his head or move his foot or turn over just an inch. No matter what it is, it causes Adam to stir against him, and he hears the redhead sigh. Great, now he's woken his baby up. Fantastic.

"Tommy, you still awake, baby?" Adam asks, reaching out. His fingers touch Tommy's face gently.

"Yeah." Tommy sighs, blinking slowly and clenching his jaw. His head feels like someone cut it open with a rusty knife and now they're blaring car horns right into his fucking ear. Great.

"You okay, baby?" Tommy shifts, curling closer to Adam and burying his face into Adam's chest. The redhead wraps his arms around the blond, pulling him close, keeping the blanket spread over both of them. Tommy's just fine, with the exception of his migraine. And the pain in his ribs and his legs from Richard's beatings, along with the gut shaking failure he's still feeling for leaving his mother behind. God, he's praying she's still alive right now. She has to be. She just…

"Yeah, I'm fine." Tommy says, but it's a little harsh rolling off of his tongue, and Adam's arms tense around him. Adam doesn't believe him. Go figure.

"You don't sound like it. Everything went okay at your house, right?" Adam says, bringing up the subject Tommy really, really does not want to talk about. At least not right now, anyway. Actually, how about never?

"Yeah, I'm sure. Nothing happened." Tommy says it a little too quick and suddenly he wishes that he hadn't. Adam's hand strokes his back slowly, before threading into his hair. The redhead is oddly silent, and Tommy knows that he's pondering his next question. The smaller male's heart is pounding a little more in his chest and his migraine still isn't going away. Fucking hell!

"You know I won't be mad if something did happen. I'm just worried about you, baby. You're restless, and that's not like you." Adam's voice is soft, assuring and caring. He means the best for Tommy and yet the blond is just getting angrier. He wishes that Adam would just drop it already. He really doesn't want to talk about this right now! He just wants his headache to go away so he can go back to sleep for crying out loud!

"I know that, Adam." Tommy says with a soft, irritated sigh. He leans up and presses his lips to the underside of Adam's jaw, his lips making a soft pop against the redhead's skin. "I'm just… I'm worried about my mom… I couldn't get her out…" He says. It's not a lie. But he's not giving away the whole truth, either. If Monte hadn't stepped in and pulled him out… He'd probably be dead right now.

He doesn't want to think about that, either.

"What do you mean you couldn't get her out?" Adam asks, worried. Fuck. Think fast, Tommy. Think really, really fucking fast.

"Dad was asleep on the couch, and I had to pack a few things. I asked her to come with me and she said that she couldn't. She couldn't leave because… because then he would know that I'd come back." Tommy says. It's not a total lie. His dad was asleep on the couch. She did tell him that she couldn't go. "She didn't want to risk him waking up while she tried to get everything together. She made me leave." Tommy says. She'd told him to leave, and he wouldn't. And now here he is, lying to his baby. He's keeping the recent beating and the fears a secret, and it's killing him.

"Jeez… Did you make it out before your dad woke up?" Adam asks, his fingers running through Tommy's hair, and it feels really nice. Strangely, the slight pressure isn't adding to his migraine. If anything, it feels like it's getting better. Could just be the advil though. He's not sure. Has it been fifteen minutes yet?

"Yeah." Tommy lies, feeling his stomach flopping over. Ugh. He really, really hates lying sometimes. Funny. To his dad, he doesn't feel queasy. But to Adam? Oh, hell…

There's a feeling of a knot forming in the back of his throat. Like a lump from crying way too much. But he hasn't cried, has he? He doesn't think that he has. He's pretty sure that he would know. Whatever. Adam's rubbing small circles into Tommy's head and it feels so nice right now. It's like he's being seduced back into Dreamland by a redheaded incubus. Oh, God. How many advil did he take? This isn't supposed to be happening. This shit happens with Benedril…

He's just tired. That's why he's thinking strangely. Ugh, and his headache still isn't going away. It's gotten better, that much is true, but it's still lingering there in the back of his head, nagging at him like an annoying child. He's not sure if he'll be able to go back to sleep after this. He wants to with all his might, but as far as actually being able to, he's not… Ugh. So tired.

"Baby, you okay?" Adam can feel the tension in Tommy's body and the blond sighs softly, reaching out, his hand resting first on Adam's hip. He slides it up along Adam's chest, and he smiles as the redhead shivers lightly. It's dark, which makes this a little more than cute, but not quite romantic. But maybe it is romantic and Tommy's too tired and irritated to really see that. His fingertips trail over a nipple. He's kind of glad Adam sleeps shirtless on occasion. He likes exploring his angel's body.

"Yeah." Tommy says. He's feeling better. He can at least ignore the dull ache and focus more on how beautiful Adam is. He feels lips pressing into his hair and he smiles, his palm resting on Adam's chest. He's feeling his baby's heart beating, and it's steady and strong. Like a powerful drum, a constant beat pulsing into his hand. Tommy smiles to himself, leaning forward and kissing Adam's neck, before tilting his head up and pressing his lips against Adam's. Warm, soft and sweet as ever, Tommy shivers as Adam pulls him closer.

He likes it here. This, right now, reminds him of Friday evening, where he was laying in Adam's arms like this. Just the two of them and the occasional kiss. It's more than he could ever dream of. And that's probably due to the fact that because of his father he's never really had any dreams apart from getting the fuck out of Los Angeles. But when he's with Adam, he's inspired. He wants to do something. He wants to be someone and have a different life.

It's just… His damned father is in the way.

'Not for much longer,' he thinks to himself, running his fingers through Adam's hair as the redhead's tongue slips between his teeth and rests on the inside of his cheek. He moans, his eyes closed in pleasure. Right now, he's forgetting about his headache and the pains in his chest and legs. Right now, he's forgetting about his parents and the things that happened yesterday. Right now… He's only focusing on Adam and Adam's kisses and how right it feels to be here.

'How long is it going to be before Adam finds out. And then what, Tommy?' He fights back the voice of reason. He's enjoying himself for now, and no amount of stupid voices in the back of his mind is going to distract him from this. At least, not right now, okay? Good.

Adam mumbles something into Tommy's lips, and he thinks he heard it but he's not sure. The blond pulls away, looking up at Adam. "What'd you say?" He asks, his heart beating steadily in his chest as he snuggles closer to Adam. Maybe he didn't hear it right, but it sounded… The redhead doesn't say anything for a moment, and Tommy wonders if he fell asleep. But Adam shifts, kissing him again. Nope, he wasn't sleeping.

"I— I didn't say anything." Adam says, and Tommy frowns. He knows Adam said something, but he doesn't want to make a wrong assumption… Hell, he's not sure he actually heard it or not.

Tommy bites down on his lower lip for a moment before kissing Adam again. "Okay," he whispers, burying his face into the crook of Adam's neck and closing his eyes again. He's sure he heard it. He's sure that he's right. But he doesn't want to be wrong. All the same, the words are floating around his head and making his heartbeat quicken exponentially. Did Adam mean it? Maybe he isn't ready to really say it. If so, is Tommy wrong to want to prove that he's… He's not even sure where he's going with this because, let's face it, he's sure he heard Adam say it…

He's sure he heard Adam say 'I love you'.