The Path of Revolution
Hey, c'mon! He's just a guy who's wearing heavy makeup. That's right! You can't have a hard-on at this very moment! You ARE Adam Fucking Lambert!
Adam was sitting in the corner of the back-channel of the stage, head bowed, legs shaking. He has been trying every means to calm his lower body down while the staff broadcast was counting down his playing time in the headphones he wore.
He started to visualize some images from movies, like accident or murder scenes with blood splattered on floors and fragmented bodies, or the wound on the zombies' necks, sticky greenish liquids, the pale yet gorgeous countenance of a vampire and his plump scarlet lips...just like Tommy...FUCK!
Adam just can't help uttering the foul word. He would never be angry with or get frustrated at his own physical reaction in any circumstance, not to mention that there's nobody listening or watching. A glow of pride out of nowhere slowly took hold of him. Without hesitation, he stood upright, gesturing victory sign to the people in the back-channel, and strode onto the stage.
He started to sing like he was totally insane. Unable to resist the temptation, he used every excuse to turn back and catch a glimpse of his bass player out of the corner of his eye. With the help of the stage lights and the scream from the fans, he pressed his lips against the blonde vampire's lips and raped every inch of Tommy's tongue passionately, not even missed the corner of his lips. Paticularly, although Adam was very excited on the stage, he never had a hard-on again. Everything seemed to be calm.
After the show, Adam sat in front of the mirror, removing his makeup. Unable to keep eyes off Tommy, his eyes followed Tommy lingering around the room, staring him lovingly polishing his basses. Tommy waved him goodbye and left without looking back. The cotton pad in Adam's hand was still clean. He realized that he couldn't do anything except gaze at Tommy.
Adam loitered in the dressing room, taking his time to remove his makeup. Meanwhile, he was lost in thought, wondering whether he should see a shrink or something after the tour ends.
Nobody but those dreamy fan girls dared to say that Tommy is a gay. At least, among the friends who are working together, no one thinks Tommy is not straight, even though he always behaves like a gay. It is a truth universally acknowledged that Mr. Joe loves girls, especially those who have big boobs. He seems to be a person who smiles sweetly, while in fact he is cool when he's not in front of the cameras; he seems to be compliant, but as a matter of fact, he's a little bit lazy, and his sanitary habit is not so good, at least his room is always in a mess; he seems to be so sunshiny, yet in fact he is a horror junkie and would indulge himself in a bloody dark horror movie as soon as he's free; he seems to be very rock-n-roll, yet actually, he got no special technique of whipping his hair, only to make himself dizzier, and it would be rather disastrous if he danced.
However, Tommy would only kiss one man, and that's Adam himself. That sounds like something could be bragged about, because that's what it takes to prove Tommy's rock 'n' roll spirit, but as a matter of fact, that's totally not the case. Earlier before, Adam was a little bit complacent for this. Soon he felt calmer and calmer, though those kisses became hotter and hotter. Adam is very smart. He knows that kisses are not love, and would never let himself fall for someone just because he love the kisses, but he clearly knows that the blonde is a very special existence in his heart. Recently, he often wanted to see him, no matter in private or at work, he would be glued to Tommy involuntarily.
He has been attempting to find out Tommy's weakness, or say, something that Tommy's hiding from him. And then? Seek for a chance and take hold of it? No, no, no! Love is hurtful. When it's gone, the sweetest moments you had would be kept in your memory and would leave an imprint on your heart. He just thought that such an attractive pretty guy like Tommy would never simply come to him without having hooked up with other people, but left without looking back all the kisses and touches they shared, and let all those things happen on a regular basis.
Adam did not think of himself as someone boring. He's considering finding someone free and easy to fall in love with next time, so they don't need to be in love so deep that they would not be hurt that bad - that's the most suitable condition for the present Adam Lambert.
But the only thing he can not deny is that Tommy is extremely attractive to Adam Lambert himself and that, as a man, he will react physically in front of Tommy.
Then, what's next? After cleaning up his calamitous face, Adam stared at his reflection in the mirror, hands supporting his head. A charming steadfast smile crawled up on his face. Next, the pathetic "love by your right hand" will no longer keep him accompanied so often; there will never be some guy with strange scent lying beside him in the midnight; the play count of the GVs in his hard disk will decline sharply, and sooner or later, he would fucking get the blonde who kept dangling in front of him.
The singer swinged his bag over his shoulder aggressively, as if he had just made a great decision. He pulled out his iPhone and dialed to his bass player:" Hello Mr. Joe? Wow~~ Tomorrow's free, so you wanna go out and have a drink with me?"