Dick Clark's

The room was pulsing with the bass heavy club mix, everyone was a blur swathed in purple lights. Adam made his way through the crowd, stopping to talk to his guests. He remained polite but curt, too sober for his own good. Leaving the bar, he pushed through a couple people to get into the lounge. The music was slightly muted thanks to the heavy door and there was the slight buzz of conversation. A couple feet away Brad was pushed up against the wall, a taller man he must have brought along kissing up and down his neck. Adam blushed when Brad looked right into his eyes and winked. He shook his head and walked over to the television, Dick Clark’s Rockin’ New Years Eve on mute. He couldn’t help but feel anger bubble up in his chest. He could have been on that show last year. The publicity he would have gotten as long as he didn’t get near his pretty little bassist would have been extraordinary.

“The guy is a dick,” Adam heard the familiar voice a few yards away. Tommy was talking to Isaac by the couch, an empty bottle in hand. Isaac had a look of disgust on his face as Tommy explained the cancellations due to the AMAs.
“Dick is a dick.” Isaac giggled. The two were so drunk they collapsed into each other, chests heaving with laughter. At some point Tommy’s drink fell to the floor with a clatter. A few heads turned.

“What’s so funny?” Adam smiled, settling down next to his wide-eyed drummer. The two men just shook their heads and tried to regain as much composure as they could.
Tommy suddenly climbed over Isaac’s lap into Adam’s with a devilish smirk on his black lips. “I wanna be next to Adam,” he declared, giving Isaac a small pout. Isaac cracked up and fell over, nearly off the couch.
“How much has he had to drink?” Adam murmured in Tommy’s ear, concerned. Tommy didn’t answer at first, just curled into the singer so that his face was on Adam’s chest.
“Who the fuck cares. It’s new year’s eve.” His voice vibrated on Adam’s chest, sending warmth throughout the singer’s body. Some of it seemed to flow down south so instead, Adam shifted slightly, pushing Tommy off him. The older man whimpered at the loss of warmth. He wouldn’t do that tonight. He’d had sex with Tommy when he was drunk before.

Sutan passed the couch, took a moment to once over Tommy curled up next to Adam and plopped down next to Tommy.
“My life partner!” Tommy declared cheerfully, wrapping his arms around Sutan’s shoulders as he shook with excitement. Adam patted the blond on his back, thoroughly amused. Sutan gave Adam a ‘what the fuck did you put in his drink’ over Tommy’s shoulder. “Hey, life partner, did you know it’s new year’s eve?” Tommy smiled as he pulled away, toying with Sutan’s rings now. As the two talked, Adam watched Brad and his date out of the corner of his eye. He wondered if Brad got that slight feeling of jealousy when he saw him with Tommy on stage because Adam sure felt it as he watched the stranger’s hands roam up that tiny body.

“Adam!” Tommy’s voice snapped him back into reality. He raised an eyebrow in reply and Tommy laughed. “It’s 11:57! There is four more minutes left!”
“Actually, three.” Sutan corrected the bassist.
“What the fuck ever!” Tommy glared at the makeup artist. The room started buzzing with excitement, and someone turned the sound on the TV on. Some host was talking about how awesome something was or how great this celebration was or whatever. Everyone was freaking out. 11:59. Tommy was practically vibrating against Adam, something he didn’t know was possible, and Sutan was trying to hold Isaac down to the floor (since when did Isaac come back?).

Suddenly everyone was shouting in this room and all throughout the building, he could hear it. Brad was kissing that guy again and half the people in room were kissing somebody. Fireworks were going off outside and horns were honking. It was fucking chaos.

“Stop trying to friend zone me,” Tommy suddenly growled next to him and before he could even register what was happening, Tommy’s tongue was down his throat. The bassist’s hands were running through Adam’s hair, tugging and pulling. All Adam could do was rest his hands on Tommy’s hips as the man straddled his own. It was hot, he couldn’t lie. Tommy was a great kisser. But so was he. Running his hand up and down Tommy’s thigh, he pushed him down on the couch, hovering over his body. Tommy untangled one hand and rested it against Adam’s chest. It was long before he was scratching at Adam’s shirt, writhing underneath him but still fighting for dominance. He couldn’t push Adam off of him, so Adam leaned back, letting Tommy take control again. Adam’s cock leapt in his leather pants, aching to be touched. Finally Tommy pulled away after a couple of minutes. A few couples were still lazily kissing but it seemed like everyone else’s were glued on Adam and Tommy. Then Adam realized his didn’t give a fuck.
“I think I can do that,” Adam grinned against Tommy’s cheek.
“You can…” Tommy smiled blissfully. His breath still smelled like alcohol but Adam didn’t mind. It was just Tommy.