Blind

Life seemed to still before his eyes. The scene before him caused anger to boil into a sharp painful rage. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes. They do not even notice me, he thought angrily. As Adam watched silently from the doorway Tommy and whoever his friend was, they were to busy to notice the grim and silent shadow.

"Faithful, yeah, I am sure that that is what this is" Adam final managed to push past his clenched teeth. Tommy jumped at the sound of his voice.

"Oh god Adam, I-I-I" he stuttered.

Adam raised a hand shaking his hand slowly. "Save it, whatever it is you are doing you can continue to do without having to worry now. You don't have someone to be cheating on now." he muttered turning on his heel. Tommy stood silent in the doorway, where Adam had just been. The only sound down the long hall was the clicking of Adam's boots.

Curling up into the corner of his couch, Adam clutched the container of French silk ice cream to his chest. His eyeliner had been smeared but his face was calm, almost serene. Beside him lay his cell phone. It was oddly silent. Most times, he was getting a million calls a minute because somehow his number had leaked out onto the internet. Adams eyes were soft, and uncharacteristically glazed. Normally his eyes seemed sharp and always searching. There was a look of death to them.

"I am Adam Lambert," he said suddenly standing. The ice cream toppled out of his lap and onto the hardwood floor. Not seeming to notice Adam glided across the floor in his socks and got out his phone book. If Tommy was having fun then why shouldn't he be doing the same? He could move on just as quickly as Tommy could. The name sent a shutter of anger and sadness through him. Humming a few bars of Sleepwalker to himself, he began to scan the pages to find the one person he could talk to. The man was suave for sure; he had been Adam's saviour from many lonely nights. As the phone rang, he tapped his foot impatiently.

"Hello?" the deep gravely voice sent chills of excitement through Adam.

"Hey Dante, How are you?" he asked using his flirtatious voice.

"Adam, you forget, I know you to well, what happened?" he asked. His eyes rolled as he could tell that something big was bothering Adam. Adam was always the biggest flirt when he was upset with Tommy. It seemed more often lately then ever.

"I found Tommy and some other guy together. Didn't see me until I said something" he sighed finally giving into Dante. The man on the other end of the line ran a hand through his snow-white hair shaking his head. He began to pace the red plush carpet of his room. Adam and he had been close for a while but he could not imagine why Adam would call him to tell him that. Unless he wanted to get revenge on Tommy. In that case, Dante was his rebound.

"God, Adam, I am sorry to hear that. Do you want to come over? I mean, it's a bit late but I am sure that you can remember where I am at." he said feeling a pang of guilt as he glanced down at the picture he had been holding. He could not help feel a longing but he set the picture in the drawer he had unburied it from. Adam smiled.

"Yes, thank you Dante. You are always the best" he spoke in a suggestive whisper. Dante only rolled his eyes and went into the bathroom to freshen up. He knew it would be a long night. A cold shower would at least tame one of his problems.

Adam, as fussy as he was about clothes, chose to go with a simple pair of jeans and his favorite black tee shirt that hugged his toned chest perfectly. Cleaning up his smeared liner Adam applied a careful new line to his eyes and decided he liked the teased look to his hair. It would be easy to deny anything happened if he left his hair like that. Licking his lips Adam tried to calm the surge of excitement wafting through him like the smell of gingerbread through grandma's house at Christmas time. As he almost rushed out the door, he chuckled at himself knowing he had to give Dante a little time to get ready. When Dante invited you over he never expected you soon. Just sometime that night. Half an hour was usually the waiting limit but Adam could not wait any longer than ten minutes. He rushed out the door.

Having taken all the alleys so, he would not be noticed Adam knocked tentatively upon door Dante opened the door with a bemused smile upon his luscious looking, tempting lips. Adam felt a blush creep up onto his cheeks as he noticed that the only thing covering Dante's perfect anatomy was a towel. His white hair was plastered down to his pale forehead. Adam could tell he had just been in the shower.

"Were you really that eager to see me?" Dante teased lightly. Adam felt his blush grow deeper as he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. He could already feel the heat growing against his will. He hoped Dante did not notice that he was getting himself worked up. Dante having only a towel on was not helping him either.

The teapot whistled shrilly. Dante stood to get it off of the stove. Adam was seated across from him and looking extremely uncomfortable. Dante did not blame him because he had not had time to put on any clothes before Adam had come. Bringing two cups of tea back Dante sat back down. He liked to let his sit for a while. Adam picked up his cup running a graceful finger along its handle. As if, he was stroking it. Dante cleared his throat trying to break the ice.

"I'm sorry if I am bothering you. I should go now." Adam whispered setting his cup down and rising. Dante was quickly up and beside him. A strong hand on Adam's shoulder kept him in place.

"No, your never a bother to me" Dante said with a sincere smile. Adam met his eyes and nodded. He could not bring himself to look away. Dante was a whole head taller than Adam, but for some reason his lips seemed closer to his than they ever had been. Dante's firm hand slid down to the small of Adam's back and pushed him close so that their chests were touching. "In fact, I like the company" he whispered into Adams ear. Adam closed his eyes and sucked in for air. He seemed to be hyperventilating. He could feel Dante pull him down to the couch as he lounged on it. With his eyes still closed Adam searched for Dante's lips with his own. Dante's long and graceful fingers guided his chin up until their lips met with a sweet passion that not even Tommy had given Adam. Adam moaned as he ran his hands along Dante's arms.

"Oh god, Dante" he groaned as Dante pulled Adam closer. Not a breath could fit between them. Almost as if their bodies were meant to fit together better than puzzle pieces.