Thomas pulled his sunglasses down to cover his eyes as the sun came through the clouds.

Guy Man sat down next to him, his glasses already on.

'Where'd the others go? They've been gone for a while now.' Thomas broke the silence.

'Hmm, I don't know.' Guy Man responded with bored monotone.

He hadn't talked much to Thomas since this morning and Thomas was getting worried. Had he really upset him?

'Listen, Guy Man I – oh here they come.' Thomas had never been more thankful for an interruption. 'Oh, and what were you three up to?'

'Our orders got mixed up and the bathrooms were full.' Edna responded first. 'We're all good now, though.'

'So for the rehearsal tonight I think we should do a full run through before we focus on specific songs. I'll do some reviewing with the background folks, Edna will speak with the security.' Everyone continued in on the conversation, adding different thoughts on how rehearsal could go. Thomas spoke up, asking if they could start with a middle song, 'just to mix it up'. Guy Man sighed loudly, standing up to walk away. Thomas followed him with his eyes, watching Guy Man hide inside the alley way with a thin trail of smoke behind him. Thomas groaned and mumbled to himself. 'I'll be right back.' He followed Guy Man to the alley. 'Guy Man, please. What is wrong?' Thomas had gotten close to irritated. He really had wanted to talk to Guy Man, man to man, about what had happened those years ago, but he just couldn't bring himself to it. It was fear of rejection and a mix of denial. Denial that Guy Man wouldn't still be interested at all.

'Nothing is wrong, the usual.' Guy Man furrowed his eye brows, his sunglasses dipping showing his thought clustered eyes. 'Jesus, Thomas! Could you be anymore like a concerned wife!' He stubbed his cigarette on the ground, relaxing his tone. 'I'm fine, really.'

Thomas put a hand to his friend's shoulders. 'I'm sorry.' He smiled down, tightening his grip for a moment before he let go. 'Come on back?'

Guy Man smiled back, silently agreeing. Thomas was always good with his words.

After lunch, and debating who would pay for what, they had all gone to a few boutiques. Edna had found what she'd wear to her cousin's wedding, and the two managers had decided on some good business casual jeans and ties. Thomas and Guy Man were having some trouble themselves.

'Thomas? What about this?' Guy Man came out of his room, a tight dark blue shirt on and uncomfortable looking jeans. He didn't seem convinced himself.

'Hmn. Non, I have to disagree. Those jeans don't do you justice.' Thomas emerged wearing a very revealing yet sophisticated pair of dark wash jeans and sweater. 'Neither does that shirt. May I suggest a white one?'

Guy Man mumbled to himself and walked hunched back into his room. Minutes later he came back out. He had a nicer fitting jean on and a white shirt. 'Is this better. Fashionista?'

Thomas actually giggled, nodding. 'Oui, you look much better. Your body is causing stars to blush.'

'Thomas...' Guy Man blushed, embarrassed as usual by his friends antics. He decided to buy the set, as well did Thomas.

The whole crew, just an hour before rehearsal had gathered together for a toast.

'A toast to the years to follow!' Cried out a slightly intoxicated Edna. 'And to the years that brought us here!'

'Cheers!'

Guy Man shouted out next . 'A toast to our best friends and families!'

'Cheers!'

Thomas followed. 'A toast to all our beautiful and dutiful first group of fans and our beautiful crew, but none more beautiful than my best friend, Guy Man. He always has been here for me, since we met and I know you always will be.' Thomas smiled so big, and with the little alcohol already in his system, decided it was best to hug Guy Man tightly and give him a kiss to the top of his head.

'Cheers!'

'God, you're so embarrassing, Thomas.' Guy Man laughed off his embarrassed. It was easier with a little alcohol.

The rehearsal went great as did clean up. The boys helped strip the stage so it wouldn't get damaged by the night rain. Guy Man ran off a bit too hurriedly, forgetting that he had promised Thomas he would record a little after rehearsal. Luckily, Thomas got to Guy Man and dragged him away before he got to his bed.

Guy man sat at the keyboard, silently brooding as usual. He started to play, pressing harshly on the keys. Thomas set his glasses on the top of his head. He sighed heavily, it was now or never.
'Guy Man, I'm sorry I embarrassed you earlier today. I didn't mean to.'

'Thomas, please.' guy man paused his tune for a moment. 'It's fine.'

'No, it's not because I upset you.' Thomas stood in front of the keyboard, forcing the conversation to continue. Guy man stood up to face Thomas out right.

'You know what's embarrassing, Thomas? Do you know what's upsetting? Having had such an odd affair with your best friend and then it stops! Feeling love and lust for him and then not minding the silence after all. I was fine for the past three years then suddenly you decide to to-.' Guy Man's voice became loud and full of emotion. '-to bring it up like I was some random girl! Do you know how many nights I had to cry through? How many lonely showers I've spent masturbating to an old memory? No! So do not assume that what you said the other day was what upset me.' Guy Man's cheeks were flushed and tears were filing out.

'Guy Man, if you had told me we could have talk-.'

'You fucking made me promise! I promised to never speak of it again. Were you embarrassed by it? By the hickeys? By the boys that almost caught us in the bathroom or because I was drunk a month later and – and practically molested you?'

'You think I didn't want to ever hold you like that again?' Thomas became emotional himself, slamming his hands on the backboard of the keyboard. 'That I never wanted to kiss you or make love to you! God, Guy Man. I made you promise because I was being stupid. I didn't think I would end up falling in love with you. I was afraid you'd stop loving me. I didn;t want the chance to lose you before you could even tell me you didn't want to be with me.' Thomas was crying himself. 'I am sorry, Guy Man! I am more sorry than I can say!'

The men stood silent, except for the heavy breathing of escaping tears. Thomas calmed himself. 'Guy Man, I'm – I'm sorry I shouted. I'm sorry for everything. I didn't mean to make you feel unwanted, ever. I hope you don't hate me more.'

'I don't hate you, Thomas.' Guy Man sighed, sitting back down. 'I love you, yes that love. I could never hate you.' He leaned into the keyboard, minding the keys, his face in his hands. Bearing his emotions to his best friend was never difficult to him, but he couldn't handle this one.

Thomas got his chair from the side and brought it back to where he just stood. He sat in it and leaned in to meet Guy Man. 'Hey, Guy Man.' He smiled, trying a different, but familiar approach. 'Guy – Guy Man. I have something I want to say. Please, look at me.'

Guy Man mumbled into his hands. 'What?' He looked up, his eyes glossy.

'Well, for one I meant it. You are beautiful and two, I love you in so many ways and in all the music you make.'

'You mean it?' Guy Man was close to a smile but it slowly sank. 'You'd better not be joking.'

Thomas reached out to grab one of Guy Man's hands. He pulled it away from his face. 'I promise you. I love you.'

Again there was a short silence. Guy man felt his face redden as Thomas continued to smile and watch him squirm in his seat.

'So, what do we do now?' Thomas asked. 'I mean we could go back to music, but I think there's some catching up we need to do. Would you mind if I just – just?'

Guy Man intertwined their fingers, holding onto the present. He wanted do just savor each second in the hopefully impossible possibility that this was happening. That he would wake up and be alone. 'Okay but just one kiss. We really need to work on our track.' Guy Man insisted as Thomas pulled Guy Man's hand to his face, rubbed it against his cheek. Guy man responded with moving said hand into Thomas's curls. He gently pulled Thomas closer. He was going to get what he craved for for so many nights. He felt Thomas's warm hand on his shoulder, his thumb massaging it. He was calming him, reminding him that is was all beginning again, a new stop and start. No more denying what was meant to stay. They held their foreheads together, noses touching.

'What if it's not the same- what if you?'

'Guy Man, it won't be the same. It will be better, so much better.' Thomas's words graced over Guy Man's lips, before they softly met after all this time. Tears fell from his eyes again, regretting having to the feel the need for that fucking promise. He wished he could take it back, but now he could. He could make up for it the best he can. Guy Man moaned against Thomas's mouth. He had forgotten how Thomas's lips could make his insides shake, but oh how Thomas was right. This was better by far. They were more experienced and a little more sober. They fumbled through, trying to remember how to please each other. With lips quivering and shaking breath, the men pulled back, their faces red and eyes sending out the last remaining tears. Thomas pulled Guy Man into a tight hug, not letting him go until well after Guy Man hugged back.

'I am sorry.' Thomas kissed Guy Man' cheek. Thomas cleared his throat, letting go fully of his friend. He pulled his chair back next to the keyboard.
Recording was much easier than it would have been had Thomas never spoke up. Letting go of so much pent up emotion let creative thought to flow freer. Of course small kisses and cheek to neck nuzzling couldn't be helped.

They had decided to wrap up their work, Thomas shyly suggesting they sleep together. He had to backtrack, saying 'I - I mean just sleeping. I don't want to make you uncomfortable! I just want to hold you deep into the night.'

Guy Man couldn't resist Thomas's words, and instead of sleeping in the cold he got to see a different star tonight.