A/N: Borrowing the character "Brett Talbot" from the TV show, "Teen wolf"

A/N: How to open a stand taken from " "Streicherlebnisse de on youtube

"Sometimes knowing your opponent, is easier than knowing yourself"- George ST Pierre

"Ad, can you help?" Eric asked pointing to the music stand.

"Your boyfriend can't help you out?" Adam shakes his head.

"Don't be a bitch" Eric smirks, walking over and gently squeezing his shoulder. Adam steps away ignoring him by stacking chairs. Today all he wants to do is block Tromboner out. Tromboner's an idiot, for forgetting about him in military school. And Adam's an idiot for refusing to take the bull by the horns sooner. They were both idiots. After the chairs were stacked, Adam looks around for the broom.

Cringing when he heard the squeaks of Tromboner trying to put the music stand together. Usually, before...everything. He would have shoved Tromboner out of the way, called him a weak faggot and neatly put away the stand away smugly. Now he didn't give a fuck about the stand. His mind was whirling, he wanted to see what Tromboner's new arse-wipe looked like.

He composes himself, walks over and taps electric, dark smooth skin. "May I?" Adam asks, pointing at the stand.

"Thanks man"

"Sure" Adam said. "Watch and learn Tromboner"

"I sure am!"

"Okay, we fold the short bars first. Put them against the side, each side. Take the inner bars and clasp them together in a triangle shape. Like this" He said clamping the bars with his thumb. The two longer bits will come out, you snap them back in. The square holders will get closer together, snap them shut opposite from one another. The music rest bars will come up. Then stretch them to either side and bring them to the bottom. Easy peasy!" Adam nods. "You wanna try?"

"Umm...yeah?" Tromboner winces.

"You ain't got a choice lazy arse. I ain't folding all this shit by myself" Adam shrugs.

"But you look so sexy doing it! I'm sure you'd be a hell of lot fitter doing it ten times over!" Tromboner teases and Adam pings his shirt with his index finger and thumb and laughs.

"Wow, that was more high pitched than I expected!" Tromboner comments.

"Piss off!"

"No, no Ad, I wasn't taking the piss. You have a beautiful laugh man. You should laugh more often" Tromboner tells him. He weakly strokes his hand and Adam clamps his fingers around his hand, holding onto this moment for dear life.

"Adam..." Tromobner begins softly, looking down at their hands locked together.

There's a sharp knock on the door. The boys hands fall to their sides. Adam casually turns around to nod, assuming that it's Mr Hendricks. They both look at the door. A sharply dressed slimmer stranger pokes his head through, smiling at Eric.

"Hey you, I'm taking you home in style. Satomi, let me have the Bvlgari!"

"Awesome!" What's a Bvlgari?" Eric asks.

"You're so cute! Come on, let's get you out of this shit-hole" The guy stays at the door glancing at Eric, then stares at Adam. Those piercing eyes, scanning the taller boy.

Adam blankly stares back. There's no need for this prick to introduce himself, he knows who he is.