Tommy looked back at Adam and saw his eyes widen. He was obviously still in pain because his good arm was wrapped around his stomach and sweat was dripping down his forehead.

"Listen, we can make this easy. I don't have to hurt any of you, just give me your money. This'll be the last time I bother you guys…" he cooed taking a step forward.

"Tommy…" Adam grunted, staggering up and glaring at the douche bag in front of them. "Just stay back." his eyes gazed at the mans' ears and saw Tommy's delicate skull earrings hanging from his fat ear lobes. "Listen. I came prepared this time…" Adam declared, slipping his hand into his coat and pulling out a gun, pointing it straight at the man.

The thugs' eyes widened and he took a step back.

"Give me the earrings," Adam ordered in death tone.

Immediately he obeyed, taking off the earrings and tossing them to Tommy who was still in utter shock. Why does Adam have a gun?

"Now leave."

The man quickly nodded and ran away like the coward he is.

"Adam…?"

He just chuckled and pulled the trigger of the gun. Tommy flinched but was just sprayed with water. "Huh?"

"It's only a water gun!" he giggled a little. It was a pretty realistic looking gun tossed the toy gun aside and grabbed the earrings from Tommy and put them in his ears. "You look so pretty…" he whispered, brushing some hair behind the small male's ear.

This was his chance to admit his feelings towards the beautiful angel that stood before him. This was his chance to make their relationship final.

"Adam-"

Suddenly the singer had a coughing fit and doubled over, coughing up blood.

"ADAM!" Tommy yelled kneeling besides him. "Baby, what's wrong?"

"I-I don't know…It just hurts…" he winced, shaking his head.

"Come on; let's go back to the bus…" Tommy murmured, helping him up and supporting him with his body. They slowly walked back to the bus and Adam immediately fell on the couch, asleep. The bassist sat down next to Adam and lay his head on his lap, and not too soon after, fell asleep himself.

"Ah…Look at them, I always knew they'd end up together…"

"Damn, will this make them all lovey dovey around us?"

"Shut up, I find it very sweet…"

Tommy groaned and woke up to find all three of his band mates staring straight at him.

"Ah!"

"Shh! You'll wake Adam!" Lisa hissed, pointing to the exhausted singer who was still asleep. "Although he won't be asleep for long. His arm's not going to heal if his ball-and-socket joint isn't together." she gently placed one hand on Adam's arm and one on his shoulder. Suddenly, without any warming, there was a loud pop and Adams' eyes flew open. He shot up, his eyes closed with immense pain as tears welled up in the corners.

"OW!"

"Adam, are you okay?" Tommy asked, concerned.

"Hell no, I'm not okay! What the hell just happened?"

"I popped your sockets back together, you're welcome!" the keyboardist scoffed.

"So, how long has this been going on?" Monte suddenly asked, intervening.

"What?" Adam hissed.

"How long have you and Tommy been dating?" Monte clarified.

"We're…not going out…" the brunette hissed still in pain from his arm. His stomach was much better though. Guess all he needed was a good nights sleep and his bruises were even fading away too. It was only his arm that hurt.

"Oh, well you guys were sleeping together, so I suddenly assumed…" the guitarist went on. "Anyway, it's 2:30, we need to get to the venue, we perform in less that six hours! You guys slept like babies! Lisa thought it would be best if Adam rested his voice before the show."

"Less than six hours?" Tommy and Adam yelled. They were sleeping together for over twelve hours…And neither of them got to enjoy each other…

"It takes me at least five hours to get ready!" Adam yelled.

"Then we better get going!" Longineu said.

Adam's arm felt slightly better as he went on stage; he had refused to wear the sling even though Tommy and his band mates pestered him that he should. But no, Adam was not going on stage in front of San Francisco in some crappy sling. His electrifying blue eyes pierced the audience as he nearly absorbed their energy, the pain in his arm almost diminishing.

"SAN FRAN! How are you tonight?" Adam screamed into the microphone, loving the hollering response. He took in a deep breath and nodded his head towards the band to start playing.

The first two songs were a hit, and then came Adam's favorite…

Fever.

"There he goes, my baby walks so slow, sexual, tic-tac-toe," Adam strutted to Tommy and began rubbing sensually against him. The bassist jammed his head up and down, his silver skull earrings shining in the lasers that surround them.

"Yeah I know we both know, It isn't time, no, But could you be m-mine?"

Adam practically asked Tommy as he stood in front of him, singing. But to the bassist, it's almost like Adam is talking to him.

"We'll never get too far, Just you, me and the bar, Silly ménage a trios, sometimes, Would you be m-mine? Would you be m-mine? Would you be m-mine?"

Adam winked at Tommy once last time before strutting to Monte and dancing with him. Tommy sighed mentally. It's all just for entertainment-

Before he could finish that thought, Tommy felt a pair of warm lips attack him, it only last for a second, but when the kisser pulled away, he whispered in his ear, "I took you up on your offer…"

"Oh baby light's on, But you're mom's not home, I'm sick of laying down alone, With this fever, fever, yeah, My one and own, I wanna get you alone, Yeah give you fever, fever yeah."

The crowd went wild for the kiss and kept screaming and shouting.

When the song ended, Adam walked over to Tommy and bent him back and began to give him a passionate and seductive kiss, in front of everyone. He pulled back and licked his cheek before whispering, "That wasn't for entertainment, just pure joy…"