Hey guys! Surprise!
Going out on a limb and doing THIRD PERSON *GASP* so it might be more confusing than usual.
Here's chapter one of ? of what was going to be a oneshot...
I think it's turning out well!
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Heat Of The Moment
Chapter
"I'll see what I can do."
Adam grinned at the woman before him, thanking the universe and all that is good for putting him in such capable hands.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" he said, hugging her briefly. "Seriously, Lane, you're the BEST!"
"I try," she said, winking.
"I just really think it'd help me perform better… I've been so stressed out and on edge lately! And we'll have a long time before the show… anyways… THANK YOU!" He hugged her again, smiling like a maniac.
"Okay, Adam! I'll go call the venue and let you know what they say. Bye!"
The woman walked away, leaving Adam standing happily in the lobby of the hotel. He grabbed his heavy luggage (he might be famous but he certainly didn't let anyone else carry his shit!) and headed to the elevator alcove. They had already checked in, and it was late, so he just had to make it up to his bed and pass out.
The elevator 'dinged' and the doors slid open to reveal two VERY startled women. They froze in mid-step, staring at him like he was Jesus himself. He smiled at them, mumbling "After you, ladies," and motioned for them to get off. As they walked away he could hear their excited babbling and he sighed contentedly. Despite all the stress, he loved being on tour and seeing his fans everywhere he went.
Stepping through the doors, Adam heard a sudden yelp from behind him.
"Hey! Uh, h-hold it!" He smirked as he instantly recognized the speaker.
He'd know that voice anywhere! It was an ear-pleasing mixture of high pitch and a gravely yet smooth tone, and the note of shaky awkwardness that often graced those perfect lips made the man seem much younger than his 28 years… but when he was comfortable… the things he said! His sense of humor was vulgar and sarcastic and he often ended up saying things that could make people do a double take! In fact, Adam often couldn't believe that such filthy words came from something so adorable!
He turned towards the door of the elevator just as the speaker entered, breathing heavily.
"Ah… Thanks, Adam!" he said, his brown eyes flitting up to make contact with Adam's before swiftly focusing back on his feet.
"No problem, glitterbaby," Adam said, loving the way that the smaller man blushed when he used that nickname.
Honestly, he loved most everything about his new bassist. He was amazing at guitar as well as bass guitar, was easy to get along with, fit in well with the rest of the glamtroupe…
Oh yeah… and he was completely and utterly OBSCENELY gorgeous. Totally Adam's type. He had a thick blonde fringe, which he had recently bleached from its previous black color. Half of his head was almost shaved, exposing those wickedly pierced and oh so alluring ears that shone and shimmered in the spotlight.
He was TINY, short in stature and thin in frame…
Quite honestly, Adam often found himself wanting nothing more than to fuck that boy senseless until his beautiful elfin features were twisted in ecstasy.
Before Adam's mind fell too far into the gutter, the spell was broken by Tommy's voice.
"So… uh…" he said, glancing up at his boss, his heart sent aflutter by those blue eyes burning into his soul.
Adam was, it seemed, always looking intensely at SOMETHING… and lately more often than not, Tommy's small body had been that something. He'd catch the singer eyeing him from across the room, or peeking at him through that thick mane of multi-colored hair. Whenever he spoke, those pools of blue never wavered from his own dull browns except to glance occasionally at his lips. Tommy quite frankly didn't know what to make of it.
Adam was a much more direct and out there type of person than him anyways, so he just assumed it was part of his personality.
No amount of rationalization, however, was going to change the fact that the constant observation made him jumpy. When they were in a group he was fine, but as time went on he found it more and more difficult to act normally around the glam-rock star.
In situations like this, when they were alone and often in close quarters, it was very hard. Tommy's heart would race, his hands would shake, and a trembling stutter would work its way into his voice and render him nearly speechless. Never before in his life had he felt so insecure.
He looked back up at Adam, their gazes once again meeting. The taller man stared back as the elevator started its ascent, his face as unreadable as ever.
"Uh…" Tommy said, shifting his weight from one leg to the other uncomfortably. "What room are you? Um…" He paused, blushing. "I'm not sure how many rooms we got this time."
Adam's eyes fell to the keycard in his hand. "I think the band and dancers have three or four… Hmm… Let's see. I'm in room… 923."
He looked back up at Tommy, who was currently staring with a stunned deer-caught-in-headlights expression.
"Did you see a ghost? What's wrong?" the elevator dinged for each floor… 2…. 3….
"Uh… Um… Me too."
The smaller man looked down, blushing furiously.
'Hm. That'll make things interesting' Adam thought, smirking as the elevator passed floor 5.
He wasn't POSITIVE, but he was pretty sure that he knew why his bassist suddenly looked so embarrassed.
What he did know was that unless they had a presidential suite, he never roomed with more than one person. And he also knew that Tommy was aware of that fact.
He smirked, laughing internally at the bassist's panicked expression.
*Ding* The elevator stopped, and as the doors slid open he linked arms with the mortified blonde, skipping and pulling him along, singing "room buddies room buddies" loudly.
Tommy stumbled along beside him, smiling despite his nervousness. By the time they got halfway down the hallway in this most flamboyant manner, they almost collided with Monte and LP as they walked out of the vending alcove. The drummer carried an ice bucket and the guitarist was weighed down with soda and snack food.
"Heeey guys!" Adam sang happily. "Are you two 'room buddies' too!"
LP nodded, calm as ever, but Monte sputtered briefly.
"We're in the same room, but I'd rather not call it any sort of 'buddies'."
"But we ARE buddies! You're my buddy, aren't you, Tommy?" He asked, dropping his luggage to ruffle the blonde's hair.
The smaller man blushed and dropped his own luggage to swat Adam's hand away, but the singer caught him by the wrist and pulled him into a hug.
"Aren't you?"
"M'hm…" Tommy said, suddenly overwhelmed by a rush of boldness. He melted into the embrace, nuzzling against his 'buddy's' strong chest.
"See?" Adam said, "Buddies! And boy am I lucky! Look how cute he is!" he ruffled the boy's blonde hair again, unable to resist, and Tommy responded by punching him playfully in the chest.
Monte and LP watched on, Monte eyeing the pair warily and LP standing with his usual serene yet knowing expression, as the two stared into each other's eyes.
"NO offense, but if that's what you mean by 'buddies' then I'll sleep in the hallway," Monte grumbled dryly, breaking the tension of the moment.
"Haha, I said ROOM buddies, not BED buddies," Adam laughed, winking at Tommy who promptly flushed bright red. The non-buddy duo walked off, leaving the still-intertwined pair to awkwardly disentangle themselves from each other.
"Well then…" Adam said, brushing his hair back out of his face. He grabbed his luggage again and headed down the hall to the room, smiling when he heard rushed footsteps a few moments later. He reached the door and was searching for the keycard when the footsteps caught up.
"GOD! Where'd you get so FAST?" Tommy whined, panting. "Your legs are so LONG. It's not FAIR!"
"Hey, it's not my fault!" Adam said, checking his pockets for the ever-elusive key.
"Well it's not fair! Everything about you is huge!" he said, flushing a deep scarlet when Adam raised an eyebrow. "I… I meant like your… hands and stuff…" He looked down in complete humiliation.
"Well it's one thing to be tall, Tommy, but it's another to be big where it counts…"
"Oh don't even try to bullshit me, Mr. Lambert. We all know that you fit under both of those," Tommy grumbled, slipping his hand suddenly into Adam's back pocket.
"Whoa! What kind of girl do you think I am?" The singer asked, mocking horror but not flinching away from the intruding hand.
"I could ask you the same question, Tommy said, pulling the lost keycard from Adam's skinny jeans. "Here ya go."
The taller man stuck his tongue out, taking the key and turning back to the door. "Tommy, Tommy, Tommy. We all know what kind of girl you are!"
Just as those words left Adam's mouth, Tommy proved him right, reaching out and pinching his ample bottom.
"Case in point!" Adam pushed the door open, holding it and beckoning for Tommy to enter. "Ladies first!"
The skinny boy-of-a-man dragged his suitcase through the door, punching his boss in the shoulder on the way in.
"HEY! That's ABUSE!" he yelled, chasing after the now-running Tommy.
Once he got to the bedroom, Tommy had already flopped onto one of the beds. The one by the window. Oh HELL no. Adam set his suitcase down, calmly took off his jacket, kicked off his boots… and proceeded to launch himself onto the bed, landing inches from Tommy's tiny body.
"Noooooo!" the blond whined, pouting cutely. He squirmed up the bed and slipping under the covers. "Too late! I'm already asleep!"
Adam chuckled, reaching up and patting the bassist's stomach.
"Okay, I'll let you sleep… for now!" he said, crawling up the bed and staring into Tommy's eyes.
"What do you-"
"SURPRISE BEDTIME KISS!" he said, pressing his lips against Tommy's fiercely and pulling away after a few seconds.
"Wh-!"
"Shhhhhhh… Go to bed!" The glam-star leapt to the ground, turned off the lights, and within seconds he too was in bed.
"Good night glitterbaby!"
There were a few tense moments of silence before a two words drifted to his ears from the darkness.
"G'night, babyboy."