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It feels like acid built up in his throat; his thirst. He’s gone a few weeks without feeding before, but this feels like it’s been months. He hasn’t had the time to go out and find a willing partner, so he’s neglected himself, and now, he wishes he hadn’t.
The thirst is so strong, like at any moment, he’s going to attack and that’s not him. He’s fidgety, messing up in sound check, and all around distracted, so he’s not surprised when Tommy comes into his room on the bus after they finish the concert. Adam had screwed up a lot; his thirst the only thing on his mind. He doesn’t want to attack his fans; he loves them, loves their energy and support. And he doesn’t want to attack anyone in the Glamily, would feel guilty as hell if he ever hurt any of them.
“What’s up with you tonight, babyboy? You’ve been so on edge.” Tommy comes over to his bed and crawls in behind Adam, who’s in a fetal position because the thirst feels like it’s tearing at everything inside of him, like someone is stabbing him from the inside out. The blonde spoons up against him, pulls Adam to his chest and runs his fingers through Adam’s hair.
“I’m fine, just tired. Thank you for the concern, baby.” Adam keeps his back to Tommy, knows that if Tommy sees his face, he’ll know that Adam’s lying. His eyes are purple; they get like that when he needs to feed. Tommy’s only seen them like that once and that was when he’d walked in on Adam feeding on his ex-lover, Josh. It had been interesting to watch three different shades of red cross Tommy’s chest and face. He remembers thinking about what that rush of blood would feel like on his tongue, the taste of it dripping down his throat, and taking too much from Josh while hearing Tommy murmur an apology of, “I didn’t know you had company.”
But that was before they had the talk about Adam being inhuman and Tommy getting to the point where he accepted what he saw and that, yes, his boss is a vampire.
“You don’t look fine to me. Is there anything I can do to help out with the funk you’re in?” Tommy starts running his fingers down Adam’s forehead, feather-like touches brushing over his cheek, and across his lips.
Adam sucks in a sharp breath at what Tommy’s doing. If he doesn’t stop, Adam doesn’t know if he’ll be able to control himself, to not sink his teeth into Tommy’s wrist, suck enough blood to quench his thirst, but take even more because it’s Tommy, and Tommy gets to him like no one else has in a very long time. He’s off the bed and out the door the moment his fangs descend, going to the little kitchenette of the bus to look and see if he has any blood bags left in his tour storage bin. He knows he shouldn’t have waited so long to feed, because now, it seems like it’s everywhere, his senses going haywire whenever a human, especially Tommy, is around.
He opens up the fridge and pulls out the bin marked with a blood droplet, and when he opens it to see that he doesn’t have enough blood left to even sustain the thirst he’s feeling, he groans out loud. His body’s shaking, fangs scraping the inside of his lower lip, and his hands are starting to lose their grip around the bin. He doesn’t know how long he’ll last, because he hasn’t gone this long on tour without feeding, but he knows it’s not going to be that much longer before he gives in and takes what he needs no matter who's around to see him.
“Adam? Here, take some.” Tommy extends his wrist and puts it in front of Adam’s face, the blood racing in his veins enough to have Adam’s mouth watering.
Adam pulls back from it, shaking his head back and forth. “No, baby. I can wait until we have a pit stop, it’s okay.”
“Adam,” Tommy says sternly, making Adam look at him, and Tommy looks so beautiful when he’s trying to make Adam do something he doesn’t want to do. Adam forgets to feed a lot, but not for this long, and plus, he’s on tour; it happens. The same thing happened on Idol, but he’d known Kris for a long time then, so Kris was fine with being his donor for the time being.
Tommy crosses his arms and raises an eyebrow. “You forgot to feed again, so just take it. I’m letting you.”
Adam sighs and pushes his way past Tommy to the small living room where he sits on the couch and crosses his legs, tucking them underneath himself. Tommy follows suit, scooting close to Adam and resting a hand on his thigh.
“Tommy, I appreciate the gesture, really, but you’re my band mate, my best friend; taking blood from you feels wrong.” Adam stares at the hand on his thigh, fighting with himself on if he should ignore it or move it, but he does nothing, just stays stock still, the weight of Tommy’s hands like a tease of the blood that’s so close, but yet so far because Adam’s refusing it.
“Adam, I’m offering to help you out, and maybe it could be more than a one time thing. I don’t mind helping you out when you need it, you know, like being your donor; for the tour. Really, whatever needs to be done to help you out, I’ll do it. It’s what friends are for,” Tommy says, shrugging his shoulders like Adam’s daring him to go streak through the venue, not offer up his own blood to feed Adam.
Tommy seems to think it’s no big deal when, yes, it is a big deal. The only donor Adam’s ever had was Kris. Josh wasn’t even like that; he just liked being fed off of right before an orgasm because Adam made it pleasurable instead of painful. And being a donor has a shit ton of risks involved.
“Tommy, you don’t understand what you’re asking for. Donors aren’t just there to be there. It’s dangerous, you’ll get really tired all the time, feel like you don’t have enough energy to even play with us on stage, and I need you. You’re my guitarist,” Adam tries reasoning.
Tommy furrows his eyebrows. “Is that your only excuse? Because I’ll get tired and wont want to play guitar for you?”
Adam looks over at Tommy, so sure that the purple color of his eyes will start to make him nervous, so he tries redirecting his line of vision to the cabinets above Tommy’s head. “No, there are risks you don’t know about, things you wouldn’t be comfortable with doing and the only person who’s ever been my donor is Kris.”
Tommy’s eyes widen. “Allen? From Idol? How? Why?”
Adam shakes his head, because Tommy should be agreeing with him about not giving up his blood to help Adam out with his problem, not trying to give Adam a reason to do it. “We’ve known each other forever, metaphorically speaking, and he asked me the same as you just did and I said yes. That would be why all the fans think there’s something going on between us, but no, he just let me feed off of him. It was what we found out afterwards that made everything stop and it took me a very long time to get over it.”
Tommy’s hand on his thigh moves up about a half an inch, like Tommy’s twitched and Adam’s mind races, his still heart feeling like it’s leaping right out of his chest. “What happened?”
“I developed an attachment to him; so strong that I almost hurt someone who was trying to be friendly with him after a show. It was a fan wanting a picture and I freaked out. So, I don’t think we should do this. You won’t be able to handle my possessiveness.”
Tommy snorts and Adam doesn’t get what’s so funny until Tommy says, “You’re already possessive over me, babyboy. It’s cool, man, if you don’t want to, whatever, but just take some right now so that you don’t drain your next partner dry.”
Adam looks at the blonde, the way his eyes display his worry and willingness to help Adam out, but the doubt in his head still lingers and he tries to fight it, but it’s not working; he can’t do this. “I can’t, Tommy. You have to understand. I’ll be fine until we stop for something to eat; then I’ll go feed. Please, drop it.”
Tommy sighs but nods his head, gets up and walks to the back of the bus where Adam watches him climb into his bunk. It would be so easy to just go back there, crawl over Tommy and sink his teeth into the butter-soft skin of his throat, suck the blood that Adam imagines is so sweet and rich in taste, but he back tracks, thinks of what happened with Kris, and shakes the thought from his head. He’ll go out and find someone else; he’ll be fine. He has to be, because he can’t feed off of Tommy, no matter how much he wants to; even with the blonde’s permission.
Fighting with his thoughts, Adam goes back to his bed to wait out the rest of the bus ride. He falls onto the bed, curls up into a ball and fights the need that’s buzzing through his body, the want he has to taste what Tommy’s offering and forgetting everything he said he would never do again.
He’s not sure how long he’s back there when Tommy’s scent invades him just before he feels a small tap on his shoulder. He must have zoned out, because he usually knows when someone enters a room or comes near him with his back turned.
“We’re here, babyboy, but we have an unexpected problem. There’s a mass of fans outside waiting for you, for us.”
“Fuck. I just...”Adam rolls onto his back and puts his head in his hands out of frustration. The last thing he needs right now are his fans complicating things even more than they already are. He needs to be able to get away for just a few minutes to feed. “Can you distract them? Keep them busy or something. I’m sure you and Isaac can entertain them for a few minutes so I can get away and feed. I’ll get everyone’s food and then find food for myself. It won’t take that long... I hope.”
Tommy turns and yells for Isaac as Adam climbs out of bed. He throws on one of his beanies and a hooded sweatshirt before grabbing his sunglasses, just hoping that he can sneak away from the bus fast enough before all the fans see him. He watches as everyone else leaves the bus, giving them a few minutes to distract the fans and give them with some excuse as to why Adam's not coming off the bus, and then Adam sneaks out past them.
He runs inside the restaurant, orders food for the whole band, then stands there, debating on if he wants to go hunt and come back for it or just wait. The kid behind the counter seems to be filling the orders quickly, so he stands back, waiting for them to finish all the food he’s just ordered. He tries not to look impatient as he waits, but he can’t help look at the clock ever minute or so. It’s taking longer than he thought it would and the buses are going to be leaving soon.
When Adam hears them call his number, he goes up and retrieves the food. Grabbing the bags in his arms, he heads back to the bus. When he gets back inside, he drops off the food before he sneaks out for a fast hunt. However, his plans are stopped. The driver was waiting for Adam and now that he’s on the bus, Dan starts up the engine and begins to roll back onto the road. He freezes at the door when the bus starts moving, the pain of his still unfed hunger thrumming through him.
Tommy grabs him and pulls him toward the back of the bus before Adam has time to process what’s going on. When they get to Adam’s bed, the blonde all but throws him onto the bed. Adam is surprised at the strength of the small man, because he’s got enough strength to break him in half if he wanted to; he just marks it down to being weak from hunger.
“Let me see your eyes, Adam,” Tommy says through gritted teeth.
It’s not a question, it’s an order and Adam knows this. There have been very few times since he’s known Tommy that he gets this way, and Adam knows not to mess with him. He looks up slowly, knowing he’s going to see the anger and disappointment in the brown eyes looking back at him.
“You didn’t fucking feed, did you? We distracted them! You need to stop taking care of all of us all the time and take care of yourself, too. I’ve never seen you this bad, Adam, and it’s kind of scaring me. We’re not talking about this anymore,” Tommy says as he pushes Adam onto his back and sits on his lap before he puts his wrist up to his mouth. “I will break the fucking skin myself if I have to, but you’re going to feed. Now.”
“But what about...”Adam trails off as Tommy moves his wrist closer, the pulse below the skin beating and the sounds rushing through Adam’s hypersensitive ears, calling out his name. Adam wants to so badly, he really does, and Tommy must know it because he pushes his wrist closer to his mouth. What Tommy says next has Adam’s fangs descending and a growl eliciting from his throat.
“The rest? We will figure out later. For now, you’re feeding from me.”