Title: ...where the heart is
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Sauli/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4x100
Content/Warning(s): Fluffy? Sappy?
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #044: Home. Many thanks to batdina for the beta and the idea.


The first week, Sauli wanders around smiling like a crazy man. He starts to think in Finnish again. Exclamations of wonder and appreciation fly through his mind as he goes to his favorite restaurants, eats his favorite foods, enjoys the sights, sounds, and smells that always meant home to him.

He buys souvenirs for his lovers, their family and friends in LA, cheap trinkets with a story he can tell.

It's in Hyvinkää, as he's soaking in his parents' hot tub, that an unexpected realization steals the breath from his lungs

This place, this house, this country, is not home.

♥

Tommy's housesitting for Adam and Sauli. At least that's what he'd say if someone asked. Not that anyone ever does. The few friends who don't know the truth know better than to ask.

He leaves the TV on in the living room, playing one of the stupid reality shows that Sauli adores. In the family room, he cranks up the pop shit Adam was listening to before he left, remembers how they sang along and danced like complete idiots.

Eventually, he grabs his guitar and heads upstairs into the bedroom, lonely and wondering why he doesn't really feel at home.

♥

Singing with Queen is just about the best high Adam's ever experienced. It's worth having to spend so much time in London without Sauli and Tommy. He's learning so much from Brian and Roger, finding himself in ways he never imagined.

In his free time, he wanders around London, discovers odd things that speak to him of his lovers, of his family and friends, and then has to buy a new suitcase to fit it all.

And after the shopping, the interviews, the performances, the seemingly endless meetings, he goes back to an empty hotel suite to dream of home.

♥

Everything comes together when Tommy stumbles into Adam's suite. His hair is sticking out in more directions than usual, and his scruff is getting decidedly beard-like. He looks as exhausted as Adam and Sauli feel.

None of that matters though. Neither does the thud of Tommy's suitcase knocking over a lamp, nor the green juice that Sauli spills over an expensive coffee table and carpet.

All that matters is the reassuring murmur of their voices, speaking in English and Finnish, the warm comfort of kissing each other.

This, they realize as they curl around each other in bed, is home.