Underneath (Adommy)

Both of the boys sat on the sofa watching TV for a few more hours, getting through three different movies before Tommy let out a large yawn, propping his chin on Adam's head. "It's getting pretty dark already..." He mumbled as he was still mid yawn.

Adam looked up and gazed towards the window, it was pitch black outside and snow was falling heavily, Tommy had no chance of getting home in that weather. "Looks like a slumber party's in order." Adam laughed a little as he looked back at the blonde man.

"I guess so." He smiled and rubbed his eyes; his face looked so bare without the Marilyn Manson inspired makeup.

They both sat up and Adam turned off the TV with the large black remote, before holding Tommy's hand and pulling him up to his room to the double bed, as he was using the spare bedroom for storage. It had been a while since Adam had company in his bed.

The whole idea of sharing a bed with another man hadn't really occurred to Tommy when he hadn't been drinking, but it couldn't hurt, Adam was his best friend after all and he just wanted him to know he was there for him.

Adam was first to strip to his boxer shorts on the far side of the double bed, Tommy following his lead and thinking nothing of it, Adam inquisitively looking over all of his various tattoos; there was a reason he inspired Adam to get his own done.

Tommy noticed him looking from over his shoulder, blinking a little and trying to shrug it off, sitting on the bed with him.

Across the room stood a beautifully crafted acoustic guitar that Tommy had gifted Adam for his 29th birthday. It was leant against the plain cream wall on its own, in perfect condition. It looked like he really treasured it.

"You still got that?" A smile spread across Tommy's face with pride, Adam didn't even play guitar since middle school. "Yeah, I love it." Adam blushed slightly, a smile creeping up on him too.

"You couldn't play me a song could you?"

Tommy eagerly stood up from the comfortable mattress and proceeded in picking up the guitar from the stand, it being a perfect fit for his body. "Only if you'll sing for me." He smiled over at his much more vocal friend.

Adam hadn't even thought of singing in weeks now, but as it was only for Tommy, he had nothing to lose. With a few plucks of each string, Tommy had it fully tuned and started playing a couple of tunes from memory, most of them being old country songs that they often sang together on road trips in the tour bus.

The black haired man shuffled over to sit beside Tommy, swaying from side to side a little to get himself into the rhythm of the music. A slow and peaceful melody escaped the strings of the well crafted guitar, a tune both of them knew very well. Adam smiled softly and Tommy had closed his eyes, just letting his hands and ears guide him as this song was very close to him after it was played at his father's funeral. Fields of Gold.

Adam lifted his chin slightly and took a deep breath as he was given his cue to start. Putting in everything he had, he began to sing softly and note perfect to the soothing music of the guitar. The lyrics flowed almost effortlessly from his mouth as he knew the song so well.

Tommy was finding it hard not to break down as he started to sing, looking up as his eyes welled up, biting his tongue to keep composed and playing. He took a shaky couple of breaths before managing to lock the tears back for now, finishing the song and putting the guitar down, wiping his eyes slightly. Adam soon looked to his left to see him try to go unnoticed about his tears; he always tried to play the tough guy.

"Tom..." Adam put an arm around his thin waist and pulled him close.

"M-m fine..." He muttered a little and smiled, Adam smiling back as he looked him in the eyes, pressing his forehead against his so their noses touched, which always made them both feel better.