Tommy sat on the couch nervously, giving their small apartment a quick once-over. The stuff for tacos was out and ready for him to make, everything was clean and there was a trail of rose petals leading to the bedroom which was just that- a bed in a room. He was too shy to ask Adam why he couldn’t afford a bigger apartment when he was this loaded. Suddenly he realized he’d forgotten candles. He looked under the sink and in the cabinets for anything but all he could find were paper towels and scented air fresheners. In a last ditch effort, he checked the bathroom. He sighed when there were about ten unused cinnamon candles in the vanity. Placing a few on the table, some in the living room and a few in the bedroom he decided to wait until it got dark to light them. He sat back down on the couch, eyes flitting between the clock and his outfit. He hadn’t considered dressing up for the occasion so the fitting Metallica shirt and skinny jeans would do. He had only put on some eyeliner and was now playing with his hair as he waiting for Adam to come home.
Adam slipped his key into the elevator so it would just fucking let him up to the right floor and into his damn apartment. After about four tries the doors open. He knew it was his fault for being so angry he couldn’t hold the card still long enough for the scanner to pick it up. He made an effort to be pleasant to the older woman in the elevator but when she got off on the third floor he sunk to his knees, pulling at his hair in some blind rage.
“Fucking… paparazzi.” He choked out. He had a horrible day, and to top it off those stupid things had to be up in his face with their flashing bulbs and taunting words. He had only just left the building in which they’d interviewed him for some website to discover they didn’t have any transportation and Lane wasn’t in town at the moment due to some family issues. He couldn’t hail down a cab since it was rush hour so after giving up on that, he walked five blocks to a bus station to get to the apartment complex in some seedy part of LA. And surprise, the paparazzi had been with him the entire time.
He was brought out of his misery when the elevator came to a sudden halt and the doors pried themselves open. He got up off his ass and left the elevator just in time before the doors closed and it traveled back down to pick up more residents. The mirrors lining the small corridor told him that he looked horrible. His eyeliner was smeared and running down his face, his eyes were puffy and his hair looked like a bird’s nest. And then he remembered it was their anniversary. A year. Tommy would have probably set up the entire apartment for it in that cute way he did every anniversary. Candles, roses, dinner. Adam nearly sank to his knees in self loathing that he would come into the apartment looking like this.
There were only two apartments on the top floor and they were bigger than most of the others in the building and thankfully their neighbors were kind enough to let him come in and wash up. When they asked him what was wrong he didn’t lie. It’s not like this could be over spilt milk or a scraped knee. They let him go clean up in their bathroom where he washed his face, combed and restyled his hair and did his eyes up with a practiced hand. He checked himself over and hell, he looked good even if he was still raging on the inside. He stepped out of the bathroom, thanked the tenants with hugs and kisses and left.
He composed himself at the door to his apartment. Tommy would be on the other side expectantly waiting. It crossed his mind only for a second if he should have told Tommy he’d be late but it was too late. He slipped the card into the handle.
Tommy’s eyes darted up when he heard the clicking at the door. Adam took his breath away. He stood in the door, still in the same plaid shirt, wool jacket and dark wash jeans as this morning but his eyes had changed. They were burning with something, only it was more intense with the smoky eye he must have done before coming home. Tommy didn’t have but a second to admire his boyfriend before Adam’s fingers tangled in the belt loops of his jeans and he was planting a sweet kiss in his lips.
“Hi baby,” he smirked as Adam let his lips linger on the corner of Tommy’s mouth.
“Hello there,” Adam pulled away and blinked. He really couldn’t feel upset now that Tommy was in front of him with his big, brown eyes and pretty face. Fingers still in Tommy’s belt loops, he admired the place. The unlit candles and taco power and meat on the counter. He didn’t want to make a comment as if Tommy was unready or something so he just sat down on the couch pulling Tommy down with him.
Tommy giggled – he was extra giggly tonight – as he fell on top of Adam, resting his palm on the singer’s chest, feeling his heartbeat. It was the only constant in Tommy’s life these days. Shows, touring, the occasional interview and not to mention how his heart fluttered like crazy anytime Adam was near. Adam kissed him for awhile but it was all sweet and chaste. No tongue. That was okay though.
“I need to go make dinner.” Tommy said.
“I thought you could only make pop tarts.” Adam looked at Tommy, almost wondering if he was kidding.
“Yeah but it’s our anniversary so I wanted to try something new. And if I fuck it up we can just go to the store or eat leftovers.” Tommy nuzzled into Adam’s neck and realized he wouldn’t be getting up for a long time if he stayed like this.
“Not the store. I’m so sick of the paparazzi. They just ruin everything.” He said vaguely, trying not to hint at his meltdown earlier.
“What happened?” Tommy was too smart.
“Nothing.” Adam smiled and kissed Tommy, pulling away so he could go make dinner. Tommy gave him an unsure look as he walked into the kitchen. Adam followed him but instead took a seat at the breakfast bar.
He fiddled with the two candles set out on the table as he watched Tommy make the tacos. They talked about stuff that wasn’t fame related and a lot about how Tommy had no fucking idea what he was doing. When Adam offered to help he was denied. “I’m starting to worry about our dinner.” He said finally.
“Don’t!” Tommy hissed as he burned his finger on the stove. Adam got up automatically and was next to Tommy kissing the burn in a matter of seconds. “Thanks.” Tommy looked away trying to hide his blush.
“Let me.” Adam took the spatula and Tommy didn’t complain. He looped his arm around Adam’s and watched him silently make the tacos. Even if Adam had no clue what he was doing, he was a damn good actor.
“It’s done.” Tommy pointed at the meat in the pan that was starting to burn. Adam turned from the lettuce and shut off the stove.
“Then make your taco.” Adam answered, gesturing to the mini-buffet of toppings. Tommy smiled and grabbed two taco shells before filling them with the flavored taco meat. Adam went to the fridge and found an expensive red wine sitting on the top shelf.
“Oh yeah. I got that wine for us tonight.” Tommy said as if he could see Adam’s surprised expression. Adam nodded and poured them each a glass.
Tommy finished making his tacos, set his plate down next to his glass (it was the smaller one since Adam couldn’t trust him with more) and made a frantic dash to find a lighter. He had to reach underneath Adam to get to the drawer where it was hiding and tried to ignore that he was touching Adam’s crotch. Going around the two and a half room apartment lighting all his candles, he realized he could open the balcony door to get a nice breeze. He tugged it open but it was a matter of time before the sirens and barking of a city filled the apartment. Adam gave him an annoyed look so Tommy shut the door with a sheepish smile. They sat down at the table/breakfast bar/piece of shit they ate food on at the same time.
“To us!” Adam lifted his wine glass apparently catching Tommy by surprise. He lifted his glass and smiled when they clinked together.
“To many more years to come.” Tommy added and Adam leaned over to peck him on the cheek.
They ate their tacos together and both secretly couldn’t believe they were edible. Conversation dribbled over a lot of subjects – marriage, oh wait we can’t, Adam is famous, Tommy is in his band, that is weirder than them already dating, movies, music, friends, tacos, cooking, culinary school, how much they hated school, really anything. When they finished, Adam cleaned up both their plates as a thanks to Tommy for trying to make dinner and decorating the apartment. When he finished, Tommy kissed him long and sweet so Adam would still owe him. Even though he really owed Adam.
“So, sex?” Adam whispered against Tommy’s lips.
“Is that a question?” Tommy answered.
“I dunno.” Adam kissed him again.
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