Tommy's blush only deepened further; it wasn't fair, what Bret did to him, not at all! "It's your fault!" He protested, automatically leaning forward to follow Bret as he pulled back but another glance at Mark and Glibt reminded him that they needed to be careful, at least until his parents left and he leaned back again in disappointment. "You planted the idea in my head, I can't be blamed for thinking about it." But he could tease too, maybe not as well as Bret could, but he could try; his tongue swiped over his lower lip slowly before he raised his nonalcoholic beer to his lips to finish it off.
Tommy tilted his head to the side lightly, considering the concept of Bret and Paul doing an album together. "I'd want an advanced copy. An autographed copy." He said lightly, a smile playing on his lips as he ran his finger idly around the rim of the beer bottle. "And would I be able to come hang out at the recording studio sometimes?" Tommy flushed slightly, yet again. "I just think you're even more gorgeous when you sing. Which is saying something, really, because you're already utterly gorgeous to begin with." Tommy, eventually, pushed the beer bottle away from him, thinking that it was completely hypocritical that his parents were drunk and he wasn't even allowed to have one drink.
"Anyway, what kind of songs do you think you guys will sing? Broadway stuff?" Tommy was infinitely curious about this; Bret had an amazing voice, so did Paul, and the two of them together would no doubt be very successful.