•Tommy POV•

''Why don't you just shove your tongue down his throat already? You're putting on quite a show as it is.'' An unfamiliar voice hummed in the background. Isaac laughed, a smirk forming on his face as he backed away from me.

''Jealous much?'' Isaac teased, walking over to the mystery man. I peeked my head to the side getting a glance of him.

Model was my first guess of course with his tall, muscular but lean build. He had striking grey eyes that set a dazed mood about him, with silky dirty blonde hair that was cut just above his ears.

He wasn't wearing a shirt, bearing just his sculpted chest with a pair of worn out blue jeans. ''Very much.'' The man answered. His voice sounded pissed off but his facial features were completely cool. I raised a brow at the situation.

''Hmm, didn't notice.'' Isaac said nonchalantly as he walked passed the man, giving him a look that I wish I didn't catch. ''C'mon TJ.'' He called, walking towards the main room.

Just as I went to take a step the man was hot on Isaac's tail, pulling him into the closets room, I acted quickly making a bee-line for the main room.

I kid you not, not even five minutes later all you could hear was moans bouncing off the walls and echoing throughout the entire house. I groaned throwing my head back against the couch I had sat on.

No one but Isaac would do some rude shit like this.

My phone vibrated in my pocket and I reached into my pocket pulling it out, seeing Adam's caller ID flash across the screen before hearing my phone beep twice and having the screen go black.

Fucking awesome.

Now my phone is dead. Not only that but I completely forgot that Adam wanted me home for something by now. I got up from the couch, ignoring all the noise floating around the house as I walked into the kitchen, picking up the house phone.

I quickly dialed Adam's number, pressing the phone to my ear. It rang a few times, and just as I thought he wasn't going to answer he picked up.

''Isaac?'' He answered in a voice that read 'what the fuck do you want'.

''Adam,'' I said. ''It's me baby.'' I could hear the audible pause as he was about to say something and then stopped.

''Are you by Isaac's house?'' He asked. I tried to read him but his voice was stoic. Shit. I'm in trouble.

''Yea--''

''Why're you with Isaac?'' He asked before I could even answer his first question.

''I--''

''Don't even answer that. Just-just don't. I'm on my way right now,'' He stopped me from explaining again. I could hear cluttering in the background. His voice was tense and he sounded like he wanted to scream but I knew he'd never scream at me when he's angry. Adam secludes himself when he gets angry.

''Adam--''

''Tommy, I'd prefer if you were just silent for a minute, like at this moment.'' He said, I could hear the engine starting up in the background.

''But I have to tell you something.--''

''There's nothing you can tell me that I haven't heard already or that I didn't just figure out.'' He said, a sad laugh leaving his lips. My brows pulled together. Confusion flooded me then anger following.

''I'm not fucking Isaac.'' I said dryly. ''I'm not fucking anyone, obviously. My own fiancé won't even touch me. But you know since you had the nerve to accuse me of that I wish I was fucking Isaac so I could actually feel what it's like to be loved, because at least then there would be some intimacy in my life.'' I spat out bitterly.

I don't know where that came from but I couldn't hold it in. He just implied that I was cheating on him. As many people flock to their knees to suck his dick I never accuse him of cheating on me because I trust him. He just took this to a whole nother level.

''I didn't mean it like that bab--''

''Fuck you, Adam.'' I hung up, slamming the phone down on the holder. I closed my eyes, inhaling deeply as I leaned against the contour.

What's going on?

I know I'm in the wrong. I'm in the wrong for mostly all of this, but I didn't expect him to ever say some shit like that to me.

''You need to feel what it's like to be loved, huh?'' I heard Isaac's voice. I didn't bother opening my eyes when I felt Isaacs hands at my hips. He lifted me up so I was sitting on the contour. Then he moved his hands, placing them on either side of my legs.

''I'm not the one to love you, TJ.'' I heard him whisper. He leaned his forehead against mines, just as I opened my eyes. I heard him sigh. I looked at his lips. He had his top lip trapped between his teeth, a weird thing that he only does when he's nervous. Isaac's almost never nervous.

''I mean...I-I do love you, but that's different, that's-well- it's not the type of love you need. I love hard. Everything about me is rough, you know this TJ. The way I love is no different, and the selfish part of me,'' He tisked as a laugh left his lips. ''Every part of me, wants to love you anyway.'' He sighed, shaking his head gently against mine.

''That night I kissed you, I went about it completely the wrong way. I mean it was justified as hell considering that asshole stole you from me but I could've did something that wouldn't have hurt you. I could've just talked to you, but TJ we both know I'm not to good at expressing myself and shit like that. I just wanted you. I mean I deserved you, I loved you before he even knew your name.''

''Isaac,--'' I interrupted him for the first time.

''But you can't help who you love,'' He continued. ''And he loves you TJ. He loves you the right way. The way I never can. He's so gentle with you. You don't see the way he looks at you at the rare moments you aren't locked in each others eyes. He's so afraid of losing you Tommy. Why do you think he hates me? He doesn't hate me because I kissed you, not really anyway, he just knows. He knows that...that I could take you from him just as quickly as he could loose you. And I'm not saying that to bash him or be boastful. It's the truth. He won't tell you, he hates telling you the truth TJ. He knows the truth hurts you.--''

''Then why do you tell me?,'' I asked, cutting him off. ''If it hurts, if you know it does, why do you do it?'' He paused for a while. He was thinking, and my head was still spinning from what happened with Adam and what's happening now.

''Because I figure if something hurts you, I should be able to pick you up. I don't really worry about hurting you TJ. Emotionally or physically even, I mean we both know each others limits. And at the end of the day you know that no matter what I say I always come back. I've always came back. You always come back--''

''I don't always want to, you make me so mad sometimes--''

''But you do.'' He said, stopping me. ''I'm sorry for fucking it all up, your thing with Adam, you were happy with him. He made you happy and I should've recognized that. Can I fix it?''

''No. You didn't do this to us. I did this. I poured the gasoline all over our relationship. But he lit the match. It's not like he saw the gas, it wasn't intentionally done, but he lit it. I don't know how to stop us from going up in flames.'' I sighed out, squeezing my eyes shut and moving my head to Isaac's shoulder as I felt the tears coming. The realization of the end was slowly hitting me.

''That bad, huh?'' Isaac asked, laughing.

''He accused me of fucking you.'' I dead panned, which only made him laugh harder, as the tears finally broke through.

''If I fucked you, you wouldn't be able to walk for a week. Let alone be the same vanilla twink you are now.'' He commented. His laughter died down as he felt the wet tear hit his bare shoulder. The fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt reminded me of what he was just doing. Just as I went to move his arms wrapped around me in a comforting hug.

''You smell like a quickie.'' I grumble, trying to fight the tears.

''Well it wouldn't have been a quickie if I didn't have you in here crying on my shoulder.'' He joked lightly. Mentally I cursed him out.

''Who's that guy anyway.'' I asked.

''That's my--''

''Boyfriend.'' I heard the guy cut in. I picked my head up to see him walking into the kitchen. ''I'm Xaydon,'' He told me, ''Isaac there's this really hot, pissed off looking man at your door. You may wanna get that.'' He said, leaving the kitchen.

A smirk covered Isaac's face, ''He's a piece of work.'' He said, shaking his head.

He looked at me, reaching up to wipe the tears from my face. ''Pretty boys don't cry.'' He whispered to me.

''What about broken ones?'' I asked him as he helped me done from the counter.

''The broken ones...they're the most precious. But you're not broken. Just a little unstable. But don't feel bad TJ, we all are.'' Isaac said.

**A/N**

Get ready Glamberts, this story is about to get a lot more interesting! Many of the characters personalities are changing and they're becoming more self aware, and reality aware of what they want/need. I hope you stick along for the chapters yet to come! <3