Hey guys! This is something I wrote last night, for Thanksgiving. I don't see a lot of this kind of fic, which I think is strange, because there's so much fluff possibility.
Disclaimer: I don't own these two. Unfortunately.
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I really, really like my bass guitar. I mean, it's gotten me through some pretty awkward situations: "Hey, I just ate your face. Wouldn't that have some sort of effect?" "I don't know, my bass is covering that whole part of my body." Or: "Hey, why are you so good at handjobs?" "Oh, I play bass." See? Well, maybe not the best examples. But, it does help conceal any sort of "predicament" caused by my boss sucking on my tongue or that mic or really, getting anywhere near me. As much as I would will it to be false, my straight just isn't what it used to be.
You see, my "employer" is Adam Lambert. Sex God, the definition of sexy. And it sucks (pardon the pun) to pretend he doesn't affect me. And I am very grateful that I play bass. It's really the only thing keeping him from feeling up my nether regions. The guy has a raging libido. And imagine me playing harmonica or something. First, WHO would need a harmonica player? Second, with the skinny jeans I wear, everything is public. Third, I wouldn't be able to kiss him! Not that I should anyway. I'm "straight", for god's sake.
But- imagine what it would be like to "come out"... Adam would probably squee like the teenage girl he is, hug me, maybe even kiss- NO. NOT thinking about that right now! This is soundcheck, snap out of it, he's right there... Thankful again for the bass.
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Wait, what's he doing? He's- oh. It's Fever. Woo! Kissy time. He's leaning toward me, he's sticking his tongue in my mouth, I'm leaning forward, he's gone. Grateful that the bass is there. Especially since there's a crowd.
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I've got to tell him. Tell him about my missing straight, and why my bass is so important to me. Speaking of: I don't have it with me this time. We're not on stage, so my baby is packed away. I feel... exposed. I'm clearing my throat. Why did I decide to do this? He's looking at me concernedly. Oh, was I talking out loud? Anyway, Adam, I think you are the most amazing individual I have ever known. I can happily say that I have ditched the straight bandwagon and found another. You. Also, I am forever in debt to my bass for getting me out of awkward situations after you kiss me.
Of course, what actually comes out is more like: Ilikeyouandmybasstoo. . BecauseI'mcelebratingmylossofstraight. Somehow I'm thinking he understands because -impossibly- he's nodding, grinning? And now I'm smiling abnormally wide, too, and he's pulling me into a hug...
So yeah, I'm thankful for my bass. But I'm also eternally grateful for Adam Lambert, and I am thankful for myself, Tommy Joe Ratliff.
xxxxxx Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans, and Happy Random-Fic-Day to everyone else!