A short story with two chapters which are rather short, just thought this would be cute. : ) In dedication for the concert in St. Jean (NOT John :P), and Adam saying that poutine is 'GOOOD' ; D
So, yeah. The concert was awesome.
They kissed : D
I nearly lost what small amount of sanity I have left in my mind : P
Hugs for Tommy and the rest for an awesome performance! And Adam glittered, sang and moved his hips wonderfully, of course ; )
Mmm…getting sidetracked now, baha! So, enjoy!
XXX
(PS: I'm writing this chapter in Tommy's POV. I know, big gasp, I don't usually write in first person. I hope it doesn't suck…feel free to tell me if it does, haha!)
I poked my head into Adam's dressing room, and felt myself blush. He was shirtless. I felt my eyes linger on his bare chest as the glam-rocker smiled at me. "Hi glitterbaby!" I tore my eyes away and met Adam's with my own. "Hey Adam. Uhm, Longineu and I are going to look around while we can. I'm not gonna bother asking if you want to come, because you need a few more hours to be ready for the show." I grinned at him cheekily, and he stuck his tongue out at me, but we both knew it was true. "Yeah yeah. Now scram before I throw glitter at you and all the fangirls chase you." I laughed, blowing him a playful kiss, which had him smirking, and left before he got any ideas to put into action. Longineu was waiting off the stage impatiently. "Ready?" "Yesss!" I set off, ready to explore, Longineu following me.
~~Several Hours Later~~
I slipped back onto the stage and walked to Adam's dressing room. "Still not ready?" I asked with a laugh. "My hair gel is drying." He said matter-of-factly. "Right." I sat on a chair beside him and raised my hand. "Tommy Joe, if you even THINK about moving your hand any closer to my hair, I'm not going to have a bassist tonight." I snickered and put the white Styrofoam box I'd been holding onto the vanity table. "What's that?" Adam sniffed it. "Mmm." It smelled like gravy, and cheese. "It's a poutine. Some Canadian dish. French fries, gravy, cheese." "Sounds…odd." I chuckled and opened the lid, taking two plastic forks out of my pocket and handing one to Adam. "Try it." I forked up some gravy-smothered French fries and a piece of cheese and carefully maneuvered it into my mouth so the French fries didn't hit my nose. At which I failed. I swallowed. "Mmm. That's good." Adam was finishing chewing. "It is." He agreed, looked at me, and laughed. "You have gravy on your nose, Tommy." "Oh." I blushed. "I'll get it." He hooked an arm around me, a familiar gesture, and pulled me close. "I..A-Adam…" I stammered, blushing, not used to doing anything as…intimate, I guess, and especially not off-stage. I closed my eyes and felt his lips on the tip of my nose. He licked the gravy off, and all of the sudden I was free from his arm and he was laughing. "Come on, we should finish this." He said, taking some more poutine. "I…yeah." I managed, taking another mouthful. We ate the rest in silence, both lost in our own thoughts. "That. Was good." Adam said, staring at the empty Styrofoam container. "It was." I agreed, stretching and settling against Adam, tired. "Take a nap, darling. We have awhile until you can start getting ready." Adam turned so that I was leaning comfortably against his chest and wrapped his arms around me, settling his chin on my shoulder, his breathe tickling my ear. I smiled a bit. "Adam?" I said drowsily. "Yes Tommy?" "I…" I loved him. I'd always thought I was straight, until the AMAs. But I couldn't say that. He thought I was straight, and…what if he didn't really like me? What if it all WAS just for show? "Don't leave." I yawned. "Of course not, glitterbaby." He pressed a soft, feather light kissed against my neck, so gentle I almost didn't feel it. I smiled, and fell into a doze.
~~Awhile Later~~
"Tommy." I stirred, fluttering my eyes open. "Come on, time to get ready for the show." "Oh. Okay." I sat up, running my fingers through my bangs, and stood, stretching onto my tiptoes. My make-up artist/hair dresser came in then. "You don't mind if I work in here, Adam?" She asked, setting her stuff down and already taking hair products and make up out. "Not at all." He sat down and watched, head tilted to the side. "I'll go get the clothes." Adam said, standing and leaving to get my outfit for the concert. He came back and handed it to me. "Oh. Here. I bought this for you. I thought you'd like it." Adam added, handing me a necklace. I looked it at and smiled up at Adam. It was simple, and kind of tacky-vintage, but I knew it wouldn't look like that when I wore it. "Thanks. I do." Adam reached forwards, letting resting his hand rest on my cheek before dropping it. "Get changed." Blushing faintly, I nodded and walked to the small bathroom attached to the dressing room. When I came out, Adam had an evil gleam in his eyes and my hair and make-up artist wasn't anywhere in sight.. "What?" I asked warily. "Nothing." He said innocently, before a wicked grin spread across his face. "I just thought this was something else that would suit you, is all." He held up a leather-and-lace bra with a fishnet stomach covering attached to it. It was torn purposely in places, and was strapless with some chains hanging down the sides. I gaped, colour flooding my cheeks, and Adam burst into laughter. "Try it on, glitterbaby. I'm sure it would look incredibly sexy on you." I hid my face in my hands to hide my beet red face. "Aww, Tommy." I squeaked with mortification when I felt Adam's strong arms wrap around me. I peered through my fingers at Adam as he rested his chin in the crook of my shoulder, our faces inches apart. Of course my hair-make-up-artist walked in, raising an eyebrow at us. I broke away from Adam and walked to the vanity, sitting down. Adam sat beside me and watched as my make-up was applied and my hair was straightened and styled. I would glance at him every now and then, just out of the corner of my eye, and flush and drop my gaze to my hands, which were folded in my lap, when I saw those beautiful gray-blue eyes watching me like…that. He had a way of looking into your soul and making you want to tell him everything…Shaking away my thoughts, I shut my eyes. God, I couldn't even share a poutine with him without wanting to kiss him. I finally admitted it to myself-I was in love with Adam fucking Lambert.
