Sequel alert! The Throbbing Heart of Adommy Lambiff II! I had written a series of stories, like, seven years ago, and re-reading them, a little copy-&-pasting, and BAM! new story :) Enjoy!
~BornWithGLITTEROnMyFace
Chapter One: Vacation
Tommy POV:
He slept soundly on the hotel suites couch, one arm thrown above his head hanging limply over the armrest, the other resting on his thigh. His pouted lips opened slightly, begging to be kissed, his eyelids hiding sexy blue eyes. One leg lay bent against the back of the couch the other stretched out to the other side of it. He was dressed in a pair of sweat pants. His upper half bare. The TV was flashing bright, the sound turned down really low. Bending over slightly, I lifted the remote from the coffee table and turned off the television. I kissed him, sweetly.
"Adam." I whispered. "Adam, wake up."
It wasn't long before his pale lids rose to reveal sharp blue eyes. He blinked at me, his eyes filled with exhaustion.
He groaned and sat up a bit, "What's up, Kitty?" he said, wearily.
"You fell asleep on the couch." I said. "I thought you might feel better if you were in a bed."
He slowly began to sit up, nodding in agreement to me and stood up and hugged me. 'wow,' I thought, 'he must be tired!' Turning from me, he slowly walked to the hotel suite room. He was so exhausted from his performance today; the last on the Glam Nation Tour. He did more than just that performance though, after that he went to perform in a few other places; and even before that, he had been performing! And now the band was in Miami, enjoying a much needed vacation before heading home.
I usually would have pulled the covers over him but he was so tired, I thought I'd better not touch him. I slipped under the covers on my side of the hotel bed.
"You did good, Adam… you did really good…"
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I awoke to find a strong arm around my waist. I smiled to myself as he kissed my cheek.
"Good morning, beautiful." he said kissing me again.
"Gmornin..." I replied sleepily.
He kissed me again and moved his lips down my neck.
"Not now... too... tired."
"Hey, your not the one who sang all those performances last night!"
"Yeah... but... I was on stage too... I had to do the bass..." I lifted my hand "So my fingers hurt..."
"Why are you so tired? Bass ain't that hard to do... you weren't strutin your stuff and singing your heart out.."
"Mmmmmm..."
"Ugh... lazy bastard…"
That did it. I sat up. "What?"
"See? Your up! Yay!" he hugged me.
"Ugh.." I plopped back down.
"Fine.. Ima go get some breakfast."
He left me alone in the dark room. I sighed to myself. I couldn't get any sleep last night. I don't know why exactly... I closed my eyes...
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Adam POV:
I was talking and laughing with Monte and Isaac. Camila left to go for a swim, encouraging us to join when we finished breakfast.
"For you, Cammie, we will." was my reply.
"…so then he was all, 'Dude, who do you think you are?' you know, givin me some attitude, and I was like, 'I'm Monte Fucking Pittman!' and I swear to god, guys, he literally bowed down and frigging worshipped me! I'm not kidding!"
We all went into hysterics. I don't know, maybe it was the coffee…
Tommy came down the stairs, scratching at his hair, which stuck out in all directions, his sweat pants hanging loosely around his hips, his black wife beater clung to his tiny frame. He's so skinny… Lucky kid…
"Mornin ya'll."
"Hey, Glitters!" I greeted him, pulling down the hem of the wife beater, covering the skin that showed on his hips. "Get some breakfast." he sauntered away, sleepily.
"Alright, I'm gonna go get ready, come on, Isaac. Meet us at the pool, Adam." Monte said.
"'Kay." I watched as Tommy filled his plate with eggs, bacon, and bagels. I got up to pour him some decaf.
"Remind me to invent a breakfast taco." he mumbled, staring at his bland meal.
I laughed. "Well, hurry up and eat so we can go swimming!"
"Swimming? Really? Yes!" he wolfed down his food, quickly and guzzled his coffee. "Lets go, Babyboy!" he took my arm and dragged me to the elevator, jumping up and down impatiently. I laughed. He can be such a child sometimes… my child.
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The cold, blue water splattered all over me.
"Tommy!" I whined.
He popped up out of the water, smirking. "Come and get me, Babyboy." he winked. Challenge excepted. I jumped into the water; a perfect cannonball.
"I give you a ten!" I heard Monte call as I surfaced for air. Tommy squealed as I went under again, grabbing his ankles and yanking hard. I let go as his whole body became submerged. He re-surfaced right after I did, coughing and sputtering.
I waited for him to recover, then I placed my hand on top of his head.
"Adam, no, please!"
Too late. I pushed him down, submerging him again. He resurfaced and splashed me.
"Now we're even!" he screamed, laughing as I lifted his small body, bridal style. He was literally weightless under the water. I began a slow walk towards the deep end.
A couple, lounging on beach chairs stood and gathered their stuff. "Let's go, Laura, the faggots are invading!" they ran inside. I ignored them.
"Ok, ok, we're even." I kissed his cute little nose. He flipped himself right side up and wrapped his legs around my waist. He kissed me passionately, entwining his fingers in my wet hair. When the water reached my bare chest, he pulled away, eyes widened.
"Adam, it's getting really deep!"
"It's ok, Glitters… wait… are you scared?" I taunted, bobbing up and down, getting the water closer to his face.
His nails gripped my shoulders. "A-Adam, stop!" his eyes were wider than before, clearly scared.
"Tommy? Why are you so scared?"
"I-I'm not! I'm not scared, I'm not!"
But I could see past his lie. "Tommy, we've been together for two years, we've known each other for three, I've loved you, cried over you, lived with you, I think I know when your lying to me."
My little speech made him smile. "Well, I just don't like being… picked on. Yeah, I'm smaller than most people, sure, I'm an easy target, of course there are reasons to single me out, but I just hate it…" he snuggled closer to me.
"Reasons?"
"Well, yeah." I pressed him to go on. "I want to be more like you." he confessed, staring into the deep blue water.
"Me?" he nodded, cheeks on fire. "Please, Tommy… go on."
He sighed. "You're tall, and strong, and more… masculine. While I'm the alternative. I'm short, yeah, I admitted it, I'm not very strong, maybe I'll get a weight set sometime, I'm more feminine then most men, and I'm a faggot. The only thing missing is a big sign taped to my back saying 'kick me'."
My eyes widened at his little rant. "T-Tommy…" I searched for the right words. "Your not a faggot. You've just got a different outlook on things, that's all! And so what if you're a little smaller or more feminine, or weaker that other guys… I still love you, just the way you are. Don't change, Glitterbaby…" I pressed my forehead to his.
He batted his eyes at me. "Aww, really?" he giggled.
"Yeah… really." I smiled before dunking him again.
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Tommy POV:
"Hey, Tommy, want a waffle?"
"Uh… no thanks, Monte." I said, giving him a strange look before returning to the… 'conversation' I was having with Adam. We lay on our stomachs on the hotel bed, facing each other; arm wrestling and giggling.
"Promise me… promise me, promise me, promise me that you will never leave me!" he whispered, wrapping his pinky finger around mine.
I sighed. "Why do you think I'm gonna leave you?" I tried to pry my finger out of his, but he wouldn't let me.
"Promise?"
I sighed again. "Yeah, Adam, ok? I promise."
He grinned and kissed me. "Good! Now I'ma go talk a shower." he got up and ran to the bathroom.
"Tommy? You sure you don't want a waffle?"
"Eh… why not?" I shrugged and got off the bed while Monte stacked a few waffles on a plate and drowned them in syrup. We talked and laughed and ate. Before leaving, Monte served me three more waffles.
"Alright, I gotta go, Kid. Hey, eat those up!" and he walked out the door.
I dug in. Soon, Adam walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his torso. I didn't want to stare and make him uncomfortable, so I tried to concentrate on my waffles. But it was no use. He walked to the corner of the room and dropped his towel. I wasn't exactly looking at my waffles, and I accidentally dropped my fork. It clattered on the floor. He looked over at me and notice me staring and blushing. I ducked my head to pick up the fork. He laughed a little.
"Like what you see, Tommy?" I reluctantly look up.
I didn't answer him and got up to get another fork. He knew I was already embarrassed, so, why did he have to ask that?
After dressing, he came over to me and sat down. "Alright. Let's go."
"Where are we going?"
He smiled, mischievously. "The Spot."
"A gay bar? Really?"
"Oh, come on, Tommy! It'll be fun!"
I sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll go…"