•Adam POV•

''You're serious man?'' Jasper asked for about the tenth time. ''I mean I'm totally siked about this and thank you for finally employing me, but it seems kind of sudden.''

''We've given this a lot of thought, and I feel like I've put it off for way too long. It's definitely back on. And I'm really excited to get back out on stage, I miss that feeling.'' I said tossing him a beer. I grabbed one for myself then closed the fridge. We made our way over to the living room and binged in front the TV.

''Speaking of we though,'' Jasper said, sitting his beer down on the coffee table. ''How are you guys since that whole...yeah...so what's been going on?'' He asked in his usual invasive way. But I could tell he wanted to know because he really cared.

Tommy actually wasn't at my house right now, he was at his house tuning and fixing a few of his guitars.

We talked a lot the night after the 'meeting' at his house. He opened up to me a bit which was all I was ever asking for.

And damn did he have it rough.

His parents died when he was seventeen. A fucked up drunk driving accident and the prick who did it got off clean because he was a politician and pulled a few strings.

After that him and Millicint went to live with their grandparents on their Fathers side. He told me he lost his reigns on life for a while after his parents passed away.

He started to drink and do drugs. His grandparents finally threw in the towel with trying to control him and forced him to go to therapy. And the therapist prescribed him with so many anti-depressants he was popping at least five pills a day.

When he made twenty his grandparents passed away. His grandmother had cancer, she had beaten it twice before but this time her body just couldn't handle it. And the stress and heart ache took his grandfather a few months later with a heart attack.

Like I said, his life was just one fucked up event after that.

Without his grandparents there, basically forcing him to take his meds and keep him numb from his emotions, he felt reality and it hit him like a bulldozer.

He not only experienced grief for his grandparents but his parents as well, and for him it was like another repeat of death.

He didn't go to their funeral. Not because he didn't love them, he loved them more than anything, but because he couldn't handle it.

He couldn't handle letting them go. He told me he hates himself everyday for not going.

When he spiraled out of control the second time he met Isaac.

I personally, never imagined Isaac to be a good factor in his life.

I mean ever.

Seriously, have you met the dude?

Anyway, Isaac helped him. Or reigned him in at least and got him stable enough to where he didn't need to pop pills or get drunk at two in the afternoon to deal with his depression.

But by the time he had got sober Millicint had already left his life because she tried to force the meds back on him and he refused.

Bitch.

Not nice, I know. It's just I'm still not over what she said to me.

But he told me he was never angry with her for leaving. He knew he was hard to deal with when he had his dark moments and leaving was probably the best thing for her to do in his opinion.

At least now I know why he won't cast Isaac out of his life and I understand completely. I even feel bad about almost making him.

Isaac helped him through a lot. I know I'm his anchor now but Isaac was too once before and I failed to respect that, given that I didn't know, but still.

One of the craziest moments of our conversation last night was when he looked me dead in the eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks, and asked me if I still loved him.

Of course I did.

His mentality could never change the way I feel about him.

After that he asked me to help him with his depression, but he told me he didn't want any therapists involved and absolutely no meds, he only wanted my help.

We touched a lot of bases that night that I wish we would have in the past, but I'm just glad we finally talked.

The air was fresh between us.

Which is another reason why I wanted to finish the tour. I want us to feel that excitement we felt in the beginning, I want that no pressure fun and those careless nights together back.

And then when the tour is down, we're going to get married officially.

''We're great, better than great actually.'' I answered honestly.

''Okay, shallow ass answer.'' He teased. I rolled my eyes, taking the cap off my beer and swallowing a swig. ''So how do you want the tour arrangements to be handled? Do I need to hire new people or are we keeping everyone? Are we sleeping on the tour bus or do I need to book hotels? Also when is the official day we're kicking this off so that I can start promo?''

Jasper threw a wad load of questions at me, reminding me that I just hired him as my tour manager.

''I want to give out a couple free front row seats, set up a contest or something. I also want to do autograph signings and pictures after shows as an apology for stopping the tour so suddenly. I want all the original people I worked with, dancers and band included, they were amazing--''

''Even Carpenter?'' Jasper asked, sounding kind of shocked. He was typing this all into his laptop as I was speaking. I laughed.

''Yeah, even Isaac. I have a bad history with hotels, but since I want my privacy I'm going to trust you to book hotels. But just in case I want a security guard standing at all crew members hall for every hotel we stay at. I'm trying to get this started as soon as possible. Lets say a week from today in order to give everyone time to handle anything they're doing. Notify them as soon as possible by the way.'' I advised. Jasper looked at me with a raised brow.

''Aye aye opera boy, you sing, I manage.'' He joked. ''And I'll have you know I sent out emails as you spoke and--''

My phone started to ring and I cut him off when I looked at the caller ID.

It was my baby.

I smiled, getting up and answering the phone.

''Hey baby, what's up?'' I asked, leaning against the back of the couch.

''Well, I finished fixing my guitars quicker than I thought I would. And I know you're doing the tour stuff with Jasper right now but do you want to take a break and come hang out with me?'' He asked.

It literally had only been a few hours but it was nice to hear his voice.

''Actually we're really busy. I don't think we'll be done until tomorrow.'' I said, holding in my laugh.

''Oh,'' He said, sounding disappointed.

''I'm just fucking with you pretty kitty, I'll be over there in a bit.'' I said, laughing as I quickly hung up the phone before he could curse me out for that adorable nickname.

''I'm about to go Jasper, but you can stay here and finish all the planning. My office should have any other information that you need, I'm about to turn my phone off for the night.'' I told him.

I grabbed my beer bottle off the table, bringing it to my lips and tipping it up to drain the contents of it. Jasper laughed.

''You're so fucking happy. I can't stand it.'' He said, continuing to laugh. I rolled my eyes at him and left the house.

I decide to stop at the store and grab him some snacks first. Seriously, I had to stop encouraging his bad junk food habit but I loved seeing his face light up.

I pulled into the store parking lot. Putting on an old baseball cap and some sunglasses I kept in the car to be discrete when in public.

It only took me a few minutes in the store and then I was back in my car, headed to his house. I had four bags of candy. I basically just grabbed one or two of everything on the candy aisles.

I pulled up on the curb by his house and got out of the car with the bags of candy. I made my way to the front door of his house and unlocked it with the key, entering.

He gave me a fucking key.

This man was just making my heart beat faster and faster with all the progress we were making in our relationship and I'm not even going to lie at times it's overwhelming, but always in a good way.

I guess he was in his guitar room. I laughed inwardly. Yes, he literally has a special room for all his guitars and it's bigger than his bedroom. Temperature controlled and everything. He's an OCD freak when it comes to those guitars.

I went to the kitchen, hiding three of the bags in the pantry before heading up the stairs with one of the bags. I went to his bedroom, sitting the bag of candy on his dresser then going to sit on the bed.

I took my shoes off, taking my phone out of my pocket and shutting it down before tossing it on the night stand table.

As soon as I stood up from the bed he was entering the room. We just locked eyes for a minute. He wasn't wearing a shirt, just a pair of basketball shorts, showing off his sexy California tan, not to mention his no work needed abs. His tattoos just made him even more attractive.

He ran over to me and I smiled, hugging him tightly when he jumped into my arms.

''You missed me? It's only been like half a day.'' I said, letting him go from my arms. He leaned forward kissing me deeply. My hands wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to me.

''Of course I did. I missed you and that stupid ass nickname.'' He said, punching my shoulder. I laughed, picking him up off his feet.

He let a scream free from his lips as I threw him onto the bed and climbed on top of him.

''Stupid huh?'' I asked, caging him in with my body as I stared down at him. His beautiful caramel brown eyes stared up at me. They were shinning. ''I guess you don't want the snacks I bought you.'' I said, shrugging nonchalantly.

I moved to get off of him, not expecting him to pull me back on top of him. He wrapped his arms around my neck.

''Snacks, huh?'' He asked, mocking me. I let my knee slide up in between his legs, rubbing against him. He gasped and I bit my lip feeling his hand quickly take grip in my hair.

Damn, that felt good.

''I miss feeling your hands on me.'' I whispered to him. It's been a good few months since we've had a moment this intimate. Deep down I felt myself craving him like a hunger.

He leaned up connecting our lips and I dove into his mouth, dancing with his tongue. I let my hands roam and dipped them into his shorts wrapping around him and beginning to stroke him into hardness.

He was breathing hard through his nose, so I broke our kiss to give him some air as his hands left my hair and gripped the cover of his bed so tightly his knuckles were turning white. He had this sexy as hell facial expression with his mouth agape and his face scrunched slightly as he squeezed his eyes shut.

''You're so god damn beautiful.'' I whispered into his ear, watching muscles flex in his arm as he gripped the covers even tighter.

He moaned, releasing the covers to cup my face in his hands and pull me down for a kiss. He pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me.

''I like my view.'' I teased. His lips were pretty, pink and swollen from our kiss.

''Mines is better.'' He said, removing my shirt from me. I bit my lip, as his heated hands touched my skin, going to undo my button on my pants. I lifted my hips allowing him to slide them off of me.

I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him to me as I attacked his lips. My tongue slipped into his mouth just as he began grinding on me hard.

I tried to control my breathing, calm myself down or whatever but at some point the little amount of clothing we each had on, shielding his heated skin from mines, was driving me crazy. I couldn't take it anymore.

''God,'' I groaned out, burying my face into the crook of his neck, gaining some much needed self control.

He left my embrace to travel down my body. By the time he freed me from my briefs I was leaking hard. It was my turn to grip the covers, his tongue toyed with the tip of my dick before he engulfed my entire erection in his warm, heaven felt mouth.

I was gasping shallow breaths. I felt his hands softly cupping my sack as he bobbed his head up and down and I couldn't stop my self from moaning his name out.

His trailed his hand over my chest, squeezing my nipples, causing me to arch my back. My hands found their place in his hair, gripping tightly, pulling a groan from his lips.

I saw stars when I felt my sensitive tip hit the back of his throat. My breathing became even deeper as I watched him lick a bit of my cum from the side of his lips. His hooded brown eyes looked up to meet mine and I immediately pulled him to me for a kiss.

I moved on top of him, our mouths still heatedly connected.

''I want to fuck you so badly right now.'' I admitted, resting my forehead against his before he moved to place wet kisses to the warm skin of my neck. He laughed.

''Make love to me on our wedding night, and then you can do whatever you want to me.'' He purred out sexily. A moan released its self from my lips, followed by a deep sigh.

''And by the way baby, your edge voice is so fucking sexy.'' He moaned into my ear.

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A/N
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Like my bio reads, sometimes me updating is like snow in Louisiana. And right now it feels like summer, but tbh summer is colder than it is rn.

I really apologize for such a long wait! NEVER AGAIN!

OMG THE TOUR IS BACK ON!
HERE COMES THE HCMK VIBES!!

How do you feel about the tour being back on?

About Adam and Tommy's progressing relationship?

How was this chapter??

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V+C Glamberts!

And have a very Happy Holidays!❤