Title: Another Promise
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 7x100
Content/Warning(s): AU
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #114: Tour. Many thanks to @aislinntlc for the preread.

For some reason, this week's prompt took me right back to the Promises in Purple Ink 'verse. So, here's a brief glimpse into Adam and Tommy's lives a little bit after the original story ended.


"No more tours," Tommy moans, as he flops onto the couch and presses his forehead against Leo's shoulder. "I don't give a shit what I've got to do. Shave my head. Dress like a real boy. Whatever it takes. I just can't do it again."

Leo pats his head. "Aw, poor widdle baby. All the fame and fortune too much for you?"

Without moving his head, Tommy raises one hand and flips her off. Then he lets his arm fall heavily enough against her thigh to make an audible thump.

Snickering, she strokes his disheveled hair. "Talk to Aunty Leo."

.o0O0o.

"Oh fuck off. You have no idea what it's like, having to stand there and watch everyone suck up to Adam."

"It wasn't that bad." The couch bounces as Adam sits down.

"Was too that bad."

"Actually that last one was even worse than all the rest." Leila's voice comes from across the room.

Tommy squeezes his eyes shut. No offense to Adam or Leila, but Tommy really wishes they'd gone home to Adam's condo instead of coming upstairs with him. He can't fucking believe that his car had picked today of all days to die. So totally his luck.

.o0O0o.

He's about to bitch about it when Adam runs a hand down his back.

Shaking his head, Tommy moves closer to Leo.

"Aw, baby," Adam says.

He sounds almost like he's purring, and Tommy, fuck his life, can already feel himself starting to give in.

"Come on." Adam curls his hand around the nape of Tommy's neck, sending goosebumps shivering down Tommy's spine. "You know I'll make it better."

"Now there's a promise you shouldn't resist." Snickering, Leo raps Tommy's head with her knuckles.

"You know it, girl." Adam's replying to Leo, but he breathes the words against Tommy's ear.

.o0O0o.

Fucking asshole. Tommy shifts positions and jabs an elbow into Adam's gut.

Adam coughs, then rasps out, "Fuck. Don't do that."

"So promise me no more tours." Tommy cringes when he hears the whining edge to his voice, but that doesn't stop him from begging, "Please if you love me. If you ever loved me."

"You know I do." Adam slides his hand along Tommy's arm and links their fingers. "Just think of what it'll be like when it's all over. When we're stumbling through the door home and..."

"Aaaaaand that's my cue to find another seat."

"Traitor," Tommy mutters.

.o0O0o.

Leo shoves Tommy away from her. It's meant to be playful. Only Adam has started to pull away, giving Leo room to move, and Tommy was apparently using both of them for balance.

He flails an arm out as he slips off the couch, trying to stop himself from slamming into his and Leo's coffee table with its millions of sharp edges.

But Adam catches him, leaving him hanging in mid-air. Leo, the bitch, is laughing her ass off at him.

Tommy's scrambling back up onto the couch, drawing breath to drill Leo a new one, when Leila's phone rings.

.o0O0o.

Tommy's heart trips a beat, and he tightens his grip on Adam's hand. Adam slides an arm around him and brings him closer. Leo stops laughing and sits back down.

Leila says, "Hello," and holds up a hand, motioning them to be quiet.

Her one-sided conversation doesn't make any sense to Tommy. It's all schmoozing, jargon, and legal-sounding words and by the time she finally says, "Let me talk to them and get back to you," he hasn't a fucking clue if he's done with tours or not.

After she ends the call, Leila puts her phone down and smiles.

.o0O0o.

Adam asks, "And?"

"A few details to be worked out," Leila says, "but yes. The house is yours."

"Thank fuck," Tommy croaks out as he sags back against Adam. "No more fucking tours. If I never see another swanky house..."

"That's our swanky house, asshole," Adam says.

The giggle that bursts out of Tommy is all nerves, relief, and elation, because he's fucking doing this, moving in with Adam, and...

"Stop worrying." Adam presses their linked hands to his chest. "We'll be fine."

"Yeah," Tommy says. " We will." Then he leans in, kisses Adam, and makes his own promise.


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