"Stop that!" Tommy impatiently hit Monte's hands away, which were trying to tighten the straps on the corset thing Lisa had talked him into wearing. He hated the woman's talking skills. "I'm already looking like a fucking whore, you know it. Stop that or I'm not coming either way." He threatened, glaring at the man.

"Come on, Ratcliff. Way to be a party-pooper. We're going to club Glam. It's the best dance-club in the area!" Lisa countered him, slantwise looking at him, her mascara halfway raised towards her lashes.

Tommy rolled his eyes and huffed at the woman. He didn't really get what was so great about that club; he hadn't ever been there, but putting him into a corset and basically forcing him to wear make-up. "But you look so pretty Tommy!" seriously? He thought it was a little overrated. He'd rather be lying on his couch right now, preferably with a remarkably large bucket of chocolate ice-cream.

"Almost there." Longineu said from the driver's seat. Smirking at the pouting Tommy in the rearview mirror. "Is the baby gonna be good?"

"Bitch." Tommy muttered, making sure to slam Longineu's door closed with a loud slam.

"Hey! Watch that!" The dread-locked man said. Receiving his smirk right back.

"C'mon, Tommyjoe." Lisa said laughingly, flicking her brown hair out of her face and swinging her arm over the smaller blonde's shoulders. "It's going to be fun. You love partying."

"And hate it when you're right." Tommy said, after looking at her for a straight 10 seconds.

"And you love me for that, hun." She said, examining her tight leather-looking top and skirt with ripped leggings. Giving Tommy time to, on his turn, examine the building they were standing in front of.

It was huge, Monte hadn't been exaggerating and it looked really awesome. And glamorous. And sparkly… To be honest, he really liked it.

"Okay then, let's dance!" Lisa yelled, self-assuredly walking into the club, like she owned the place already. She caught the fever and the night was just getting started.

Though Monte and Longineu accompanied him into the club, where the three of them got a lot of interested stares, they disappeared quickly to who knows where. Though Monte would probably end up drunk sucking some girls face off, he was sure of that…

Eventually, they would find each other. They were friends enough for that, so he danced his way towards the bar, glad as hell that Longineu was the sucker that had to drive their drunk asses home. So with a drink in his hand, he ended up exhausted on the side of the dance floor a couple of hours later. A smile on his face, the booze of dancing in his head.

Lisa had been right, as usual, though he still didn't feel very comfortable in the corset… He was still having fun, his feet (inside of buckled boots) were killing him, but he dismissed it with a flick of his hair. .

His foot was tapping on the beat, the music in club Glam was better then any club he had ever been too. It was also larger, more exquisite, smokier and generally better then any night-club Tommy had ever visited. The whole crowd was enjoying itself, he noticed, scanning it loosely, sipping from his drink again. He had gotten pretty hot from the extreme dancing here. Like he said, better then ever.

"What is a pretty thing like you doing here all by himself?" An angelic voice suddenly said from behind him.

Tommy spun around, startled by the voice and even more thrown off by the smirking man behind him.

He's handsome… Flashed through his a little fogged brain. Immediately wincing at the intense, deep blue eyes underneath the wild black manes. Because what that man carried couldn't possibly be named hair.
The stare seemed hurt, almost pained. Though it was carefully covered. He'd always had something with eyes.

"Not much…" He stammered. Feeling more and more comfortable with how he looked in comparison to the man in front of him. Black shirt, loose leather jacket. Tight Jeans, heavy eye-make up and a lot of accessories. And it all looked amazing on him.
The man still smirking at him, letting his underlined eyes fall on the dried glass in Tommy's hand.

"You shouldn't be here all on your own." He said, his eyes averting towards the crowd for precisely a second. His voice honey-like and very different from what Tommy had suspected, making its way into the whole of Tommy's system, nodding vigorously. "I'm Adam; do you want another drink...?"

Once again Tommy couldn't do anything but nod and whisper "Tommy." The man grasping his wrist and rather harshly half guiding- half laughingly dragging him over to the bar once again.

Tommy knew he probably shouldn't drink more. Alcohol didn't affect him that much, but he had already swallowed quite a few tequila shots. And he was becoming quite hazy. Had the man, Adam such a suiting name! seen that?

But no, Adam just smiled at him with a very contagious smile. Making a wine-red blush creep up his cheeks. Great. He quickly accepted the drink Adam pushed his way to cover the redness. What was with this man that did these kind of weird things with his stomach, just mere minutes after he met him?

They chatted longer then a few minutes though, while Adam kept getting both of them drinks, without paying, which should had been kind of suspicious, but Tommy didn't really care. He had decided to just see where this went and keep his eyes fixated on the man's face, avoiding the eyes for some reason. They still scared him a little.
He didn't remember much of their precise topics, but somewhere along the line they talked about instruments.

"Electric keyboard. Best instrument ever invented." Adam had stated. Making Tommy shake his head for the first time that evening, disagreeing with the tall man.

"Absolutely not. Guitars anyday."

The look on the dark-haired man's face was almost to describe as hilarious.
He was practically astonished at Tommy's reply, before his handsome face flashed a smile that almost made Tommy choke in what was his fifth, or sixth, drink.

"Guitars, okay. Do you play?" Adam had asked.

Tommy heard himself mumble something along the line of 'Bass-guitar, quite well.' But he was once again little distracted by Adam's sudden, or so it seemed, more interested expression. God, this wasn't healthy anymore. The plain want he felt for this man.

"Do you play any other instruments?" Adam asked through the beat of the music, maybe for the second time, his blue eyes boring into Tommy's, who snapped out of his (dangerously in the wrong direction going) fantasies.

"I do play keyboard, a little. I like bass more, but Lisa's way better. She's the best I've ever met; her hands are like little spiders." Tommy was starting to like this conversation and he started to really like the man he was having it with too. So kind, pleasant to talk with and, dare he say it? Sexy as he smiled at the bartender. His hand brushing Tommy's when he pushed the tequila towards him.

"That's awesome. I don't play instruments myself, but I know some about music…" Adam had continued. Making Tommy laugh every few minutes. While he tried to do the same in return. Though there wasn't much in that area, other then a genuine smirk.

By now, in his hazy state of mind, they were leaning towards each other. He felt like he was smiling like an idiot and enjoying it too, not for a second thinking about... what were their names again? Or how he looked in the ridiculous, though maybe kind of nice, clothes.

Suddenly Adam leaned forward, his cheek accidentally? Brushing Tommy's and as his hot breath ran over the shell of his ear, he seductively whispered: "Dance with me." The bright smile that made Tommy's knees feel like jello already in place.

He couldn't help but brightly smile back, he liked the idea.
Adam totally missed his wrist, planning on dragging him again, when Tommy jumped up to instead grab Adam's wrist. Pulling the once again startled man along.

This moment of enthusiasm didn't last long though. Because Adam quickly took dominance again, pulling Tommy flush to his body. Smiling at the gasp that left the pretty man's lips.

Everything seemed to disappear from Tommy's mind. His back pressed up against Adam's torso. A voice humming in his ear, their hips mindlessly swaying to the beat that pulsed between them. The haze of the alcohol making everything seem plain brilliant in Tommy's mind.

In a wave of braveness, he pushed back against Adam. Receiving a nice hum from him. "You like that?" He whispered and then suddenly attached his lips to the skin of his throat, grinding back, his teeth scratching along it when Tommy let out a strangled moan.

"I bet you do, baby." Adam whispered. The ringed hands now shamelessly caressing his body.

"Stop that." Tommy suddenly said, half whispering. Realising just what exactly was going on, repeating the words he had spoken earlier that evening.

Unimpressed Adam sucked on a certain spot on Tommy's throat. A moan escaping Tommy's lips. Automatically bucking his hips into Adam's.

"See, you love it." Adam mumbled, twitching one of his nipples through his shirt. Yeah, he did. But it was wrong. He didn't. But it felt so good, how could it hurt? This wasn't right. So right. He wanted this, he wanted the man behind him, he wanted the incredible pleasure he promised and was already feeling. But he couldn't. Something stopped him. Maybe it was the precise way he worked Tommy. The too controlled movements, but mostly it was the pain he saw behind the blue mirrors.

"No, stop!" Tommy groaned, pushing Adam's hands off him. Turning around to look at the man. His hand was still awkwardly stretched towards Tommy, who was feeling dizzy from suddenly breaking the spell that had controlled him for the last, minutes, hours? Before he let it fall down again.

"I'm sorry... I can't." Tommy said, mentally slapping himself. Idiot. I did it for the best. What best? You could have that man standing there! But he's hurt! You think, look at him, he looks perfectly fine now!

And indeed, the smirk on the gorgeous face was bigger and brighter then Tommy had seen it that evening. The expression more exited and mostly, watching Tommy like a predator would a prey.

"I... I have to go." Tommy told him. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot. Idiot.

He turned around, but a large warm hand around his wrist stopped him, turning his skinny frame around with ease, pressing him once again against the taller frame.

"Just promise you'll come back tomorrow?" Adam said, softly pushing the blonde bangs away from Tommy's face.

"I, I don't know… Monte and Lisa…" He hesitated, his voice broke and it was enough for Adam to jump at the opening.

"Here." He said. Pressing something in the smaller's hands. "That'll convince them. Just promise you'll come back."

"I… Okay, I'll come back." Tommy promised, staring into the eyes that were now gazing at him with curiosity.

Then Adam flicked his black hair out of his face and spun Tommy around again. Making him stumble away.

He really needed to find Longineu to drive him home, no matter what Monte would say.

Adam PoV

I stared after Tommy, seeing him adorably stumble. Wondering how he resisted what he so obviously wanted. Was it something I did, was it something he was?
I just knew that this man, with his beautiful glimmering eyes, was something I found really interesting. I wanted him. He just made this into a much more amusing game then I had in ages.

"Hey, where have you been?" Allison's familiar voice asked, softly emerging from the crowd behind me, showing off her always perfect timing, right when Tommy disappeared somewhere near the bar, practically dragging a man with long dreadlocks along.

Her eyes followed mine, catching the last of Tommy's interesting and really soft hair. Her eyes scanning my expression with interest.

"Who's that?" She asked, knowing the answer.

"Something I like."

She sighed at the 'something' as I usually referred to people. Like they weren't people but objects, she complained.
Well, some people were. But this one was certainly something different. He resisted me, rejected me. Stopped me in the middle of the heated game, not a lot of people did, let alone wanted that.

"Leave me now, Ali. I've got some things to think about." I shoed her. Knowing she would stay close anyway. Examining me and I didn't care, the only thing that was on my mind. Forcefully maybe, because I didn't wanted to think about anything, or anyone, else, was my new baby with his glittery eyes. And how I was going to get them.

Tommy PoV

"How in the name of all that is holy in hell did you get passes to the freaking second floor?" Lisa yelled, the first to recover from the shock of Tommy showing the four passes in my hand. "Do you have any idea how exclusive this club is, let alone the second floor?!"

He shook his head, rubbing it, while slightly pulling the passes away from Monte, who looked like he was going to drool over them. "I just… I can't really explain it, it's a long story."

"I really don't care how you got them, but dude. This is awesome." Monte yelled, high-fiving Longineu.

But Lisa kept staring at him. "You have to tell me the whole story as soon as we get home." She warned him, seeming to understand he needed a little time to recover from whatever had happened to him.

Taking the back-seat of the car, he pressed his head against the cool glass, trying to cool what seemed like a vigorous fever. His whole body was glowing.

Adam… The name, the image and practically everything he had said that evening flashed through Tommy's mind.

Who was he, Tommy had barely known him for half the night and he had already captured all the attention left in his partly drunk, though right now freakishly clear mind. The dark hair and piercing eyes and mostly, something that seemed to hang in an aura around him. Something pure, behind the façade smile. Something so intoxicating it had caused all this.

Adam, he didn't even know his last name. Who was he, what did he want and most importantly.
What did Tommy want with him?