Wow... I can't believe I actually wrote an Adommy fic. I think I've crossed a new bored of OBSESSED!!! O.o Hahaha, just kidding. ^^ Well, this is in Tommy's perspective (As will all the chapters to follow, I'm working on number two right now since a fan on deviantart begged me for another. How can I say no?). Based off of a deviation I saw, involving a chair and our scrumptious Adam in a suit-- :3 lol. Enjoy~!
I stirred a cup of hot chocolate slowly, holding the hot mug in my hand, my index finger and my thumb grasping the spoon lightly. My eyes followed the swirl of the chocolate powder as it dissolved in the steaming milk. A breath passed between my lips and I turned, setting the mug down on the counter. I reached over, turning the handle of the kitchen sink's faucet; I rinsed the spoon, setting it down into the sink and shutting the water off. I grabbed my mug, taking a small drink, feeling the chocolaty milk burn my tongue, but I smiled at the rich taste. 'Fabulous start to today.' I thought to myself. 'Fabulous, indeed.'
I crossed from the kitchen and into the living room, sitting down on the couch. I took another drink, before setting the mug down on the table, licking my lips. I hummed happily, flitting through the mail that littered the metallic surface of the table. Letters from home, letters from recording companies, letters from fans— most were addressed to the band entirely or to Adam. I smiled, though sadness touched the pits of my stomach. Adam was an amazing guy— but he received mail constantly from fans all over the world. But I couldn't blame him, he was funny, smart, charming, sexy as a lot of his followers put it.
I set the mail aside, taking up the mug again. I swallowed a drink, moaning into the cup. It was so good! I smiled to myself again, licking my lips and taking another drink. If I had been paying attention I would have heard him. But I was lost in my own world of hot chocolate bliss, and I didn't hear him. I didn't hear the door open or close, I didn't hear his shoes against the wood floor, I didn't feel that strange twinge of someone watching me. I was beyond gone, and as I swallowed the last of my hot chocolate and let out another soft moan from the deliciousness, I heard him laugh.
I nearly dropped my mug onto the ground, and I spun around, hot chocolate on my upper lip, my hair slapping me in the face. His bright, blue-green eyes glittered in the mid afternoon light that washed through the open windows of the condo; eye liner along his lash line and a soft purple shadow gracing his lids. His black hair was gelled up and back slightly, sticking out at funky but appealing angles. He was dressed in a black suit and tie— formal compared to my black slacks and grey-black striped hoodie. His arms were crossed over his chest, his lips curled into a slight smirk; they were glossed with a touch of cherry, very light. My heart hammered in my chest, though for what exact reasons I was unsure. I couldn't determine if it was because he scared me or if it was the gleam in his eye and the smirk on his face.
"Hi." I said, slightly breathless. He walked forward slowly, uncrossing his arms. He stopped at the back of the couch and leaned forward, his index finger touching my upper lip, wiping the hot chocolate— now cold— from my skin. He stuck out his tongue slightly, trailing his finger along the surface, his lips forming a smile. My face flushed as he licked and sucked his finger clean of ever bit of chocolate, before he dropped his hand. I glanced away, feeling the blood flowing faster to my face as I wiped the remains of the chocolate from my face.
"Afternoon." He said with a smile, before walking around the couch and towards the opposite side of the living room. He sat down in a padded, white, bowl shaped chair, reclining slightly in it. He closed his eyes and placed his hands at the back of his head, crossing his left leg over his right. I glanced over at him, drinking in his position, the look on his face. He looked tired, but I didn't blame him, really. The sunlight seemed to be a spotlight, and he sat in the center of the pool of light. I didn't realize I was staring until he opened his eyes and was staring right back. I blinked, and quickly looked away, tucking the longer half of my hair behind my pierced ear. He just laughed aloud, and I couldn't help but smile. There was something soothing and warm about the way he laughed and how he was so at peace. It was never forced; never strained, never half-assed or tired. It was always clean, perfect, and beautiful.
'Beautiful… Like you…' I thought, blushing again. I glanced over at him, seeing that he was studying my face with his usual, mischievous smirks. My eyebrows furrowed together, and I smiled slightly.
"What?" I asked him, softly.
"You keep blushing— it makes me wonder how much you want me." He joked, laughing as he finished the sentence. My expression went to that of surprised, and I felt heat against my cheeks; heat that remained even as I stood from the couch, thrusting my hip to the left, and resting my hand against it. His eyebrow raised, and he started laughing again. I straightened my posture, and crossed slowly over to him, my hips swaying, a smile on my face. His laughter slowly died out as he eyed me cautiously, but his own smile did not once falter or fade.
"Hmm… Depends, O Dearest Adam— how much do you think I want you?" I asked him, bending my right leg at the knee and sliding it over his leg, curling it beside his hip and draping it over the edge of the chair, repeating the process with my left leg so that I straddled his hips and the chair at the same time. His hand dropped to my thigh, and he clenched it tightly. I ran my fingers of my right hand against his cheek, dropping it to his thigh, trailing it down to his ass. He inhaled slowly and smiled up at me as I squeezed his left cheek, my hand between his ass and the chair.
"Well, Gracious Tommy—" his lips formed my name with such a grace that I trembled slightly. He caught it, and grinned. "Do you want to know what I think?" He asked, raising one of his eyebrows again. I studied his face slowly, chewing on my bottom lip, before smiling. His eyebrows quirked together, and he gave me a quizzical look. I couldn't help but to turn my smile into a sinister grin, my hair falling from behind my ear and into my face. It tickled my nose, but I made no move to brush it aside. I leaned forward slowly, my lips beside Adam's left ear.
"Maybe I already know what you think…" I said softly, tilting my head as my left hand trailed up his coat and into his hair, pulling his head to the side. I pressed my lips to the side of his throat for a brief moment, before parting them, biting gently into his skin. He tensed beneath me, both hands grasping my thighs and squeezing them tightly. There was a pressure from him that I felt on the inside of my leg, and I naïvely wondered for a moment what it was, but I knew before long, and I blushed. I pulled my hand from beneath his ass, and slowly moved it from the top of his shoulder down his front, my fingers trailing against his erection through his pants. He shook once, moaning loudly. I must have hit a sensitive spot.
"I— thought… you said you— were…" He choked out part of his sentence, before moaning as I sucked softly on the sensitive skin of his neck. "S-straight…" He finished. I pulled my lips away for a moment, kissing the mark. It was already turning a dark red color. I grinned down at him as he looked up at me through lust-glazed eyes. If I left him like this now, he'd be mad at me for a while. But all the same, I wondered… What would it be like? I'd tasted his kiss before, and I could not deny that I did, in fact, enjoy it. But… what would the rest of him be like? To feel his body against mine, to see the ripple of his muscles as he moved, to feel him—
Such were musings that I had pondered before, but never in a situation where I had him twined around my finger— so vulnerable, he was. I smiled sweetly down at him, kissing the mark again, feeling him shake under me. His hands trembled against my thighs. Was he fighting to keep them there? The look in his eyes was of one that intrigued and excited me. He was fighting to keep his desires locked back— but why? My smile faded slightly and I looked at him in a different light. A view that wasn't of him being my friend or fellow band member; but that the man beneath me was respectable despite his desires. And in this look, this restrained animal within him, I knew.
"Maybe I lied." I said softly, leaning down and capturing his lips with mine. His hands were shaking, almost violently, against my legs. His returned kiss was even hesitant. He was still fighting despite all that I had done and all that I had said. My heart lurched painfully out for him as my hands cupped his face gently. He was fighting a battle that he knew he had lost long ago. I held him like that for a long while; his face in my hands, his lips on mine, mine on his. His hands eventually relaxed, and they slid from my legs upward, one into my hair, the other wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer to him. The roundedness of his erection pressed against my ass, and I felt myself moan. I opened my mouth for air, as he did too, and before we reconnected, his tongue slipped between my lips. I shuddered against him for a split second, before my tongue began to dance gently with his. The barriers of his hesitation began to break down as the arm that was wrapped around my waist shifted, and his hand slid into the back of my pants, gliding beneath my boxers and grabbing my right cheek. I jerked at his touch, pulling away to inhale a sharp breath.
Adam made no notion to stop— his lips found my throat, and he returned the mark I had so fiercely given him. My hands slid up into his hair and I pulled on it as he bit and sucked on my neck. My eyes squeeze shut, my mouth dropping open slightly as a breath of exhaled air turned into a moan. I felt a heat in my stomach, a pressure growing within me. The beginnings of a fire that built upon itself. Adam's hips lifted up, pressing against me, and I trembled against him. His lips burned the skin on my neck, I felt myself breathing hard, my face twisted into a look of total sensual pleasure. This was beyond any kiss he'd ever given me, whether on stage or behind closed doors and away from the stupid media that seemed to follow us everywhere. This was something that he'd been holding back from me during those moments behind closed doors. This was what he wanted.
And now, I knew—
I wanted it too.
My hands dropped from his hair— of which I had successfully mastered the art of ruining, though keeping it sexy— and down to his pants. He shivered as my pale fingers worked nimbly to undo the button and the zipper. He tilted his head and kissed my lips again, this time, though, my tongue pushed past his teeth, and I dominated him. My hands curved around the waist band, and I pulled down. He pressed his hips into me again, and I pulled the pants down from around his ass, tugging them to where my legs rested. I groaned against his lips and he pulled away, breathless.
"Tommy…" He whispered hoarsely. I moaned as he said my name, and my forehead rested against his. "The… w-window…" He choked, his voice cracking. I would have giggled at his voice, but I was too dazed from my hormones that I could not find it within me to force that kind of effort. I nodded once and slid off of him, rather awkwardly, and the chair. I stumbled to the window, ripping the drapes shut. The light ceased to exist in the living room, and my eyes had to adjust to the change of the darkness. I could see him still sitting in the chair as I made my way back, but he stood before I could climb back over him. He stood a few inches taller than I, and I felt his hands cup my face gently. The warmth of his presence grew, and he pressed his lips to mine again. A soft, passionate kiss. I placed my hands on his hips, slowly pushing his pants down. It was a wonder they'd stayed up when he stood and walked to me. But I didn't dwell on it— all I knew of was that Adam's lips were upon mine, and he was pants-less in front of me.
He dropped his hands as I pushed against his jacket, shoving it off of his shoulders with an urgency that told him he'd better move fast. The jacket fell to the floor, and I pulled on his tie, bringing him closer to me. His member pressed against the top of my thigh and I shuddered— God, he was huge! I loosened his tie, pulling it off and tossing it aside, my hands working at the buttons of his shirt. His hands were down at my slacks, undoing the buttons and the zipper as I popped the last button of his shirt. We kicked off our pants and I shoved his shirt off his shoulders, tossing it to the floor as I had done his jacket. I raised my arms as he ripped my sweatshirt off of me— nothing beneath it.
Down to our boxers, Adam pulled me into his arms again, turning me and pushing me against the arm of the couch. I sat on it, curling my legs around his thighs as he bent down and kissed me again— the cherry lip-gloss sweet on my tongue. His hands trailed along my shoulders, mine at his hips. His skin was warm to my touch, and I moaned as his tongue glided along mine, just barely at the fringes of my throat. My skin was hot, the fire in my stomach growing intense, beginning to burn, beginning to hurt. But I liked it too much to stop; too much to try to ease it. It would come; it always did— the cool would come when I did.
My hands ripped his boxers down to his knees; I didn't look at it. He shivered as he was exposed in front of me, but neither of us cared. He kissed me harder as my hand, trembling, slid across his hips, gliding along his length. He jerked into my hand, and I grabbed him. He was throbbing as he pulled away, tilting his head back and moaning. I leaned forward, my left hand grasping his shoulder as I licked his nipple, biting gently upon it and sucking as I had done his neck. His hands wound themselves into my hair, one clenching a handful, the other resting lightly on my scalp. I pulled with my right hand, my hand sliding down from the base to the head. He gasped for air, trembling as my hand slid back up gently.
My hand moved fluidly, his hips rocking in time, opposite the motion. I moved back and forth between his nipples, occasionally tilting my head up for soft kisses from him. After a few minutes, I slid off the arm of the couch, turning him so that he leaned against the arm. I knelt in front of him, my hands massaging his hips. His left hand rested against the back of my head, his eyes glazed in the darkness. I leaned forward, pressing my lips to the head of his shaft; he inhaled slowly. My lips parted and I slid him into my mouth. That controlled breath turned ragged and sharp, expelled in a low moan. His hand clenched the back of my head tightly, but I made no notion or noise to stop him.
I bobbed my head slowly, and he thrust into my throat. Each swift motion, I swallowed him— needless to say, I was a bit of an experience head-giver. Adam panted, moaning with every breath that he forced out of his lungs. I bobbed my head faster, feeling him throbbing in my throat. I closed my eyes, the fire within my stomach growing hotter, spreading through the rest of my torso, reaching my groin, and devouring my own erection. I ran my tongue along his length, pulling him mostly from my mouth— far enough that I could suck on the head like a lollipop, before sliding him fully into my mouth again. His body grew tense— he was about to come. I moved faster, gently trailing my teeth against him. His grip on my head tightened, if that was possible, and he forced himself completely down my throat; my lips kissed his groin.
"T-Tommy!" He shouted. An explosion erupted from him, and a thick, sweet cream filled my mouth, trickling down my throat. I swallowed it hungrily, amazed at how… fantastic it tasted. I licked my lips, and looked up at him. He was breathing hard, his head tilted back. His arms were tense, his right hand clenching the arm of the couch with as much force as that he had against the back of my head. I trailed my hands against his thighs, and he looked down at me, smiling. His eyes were still dazed, but I knew he could see me clearly, even in the darkness. We had adjusted well to it. He slid off the arm and pushed me back, forcing me to lie flat on my back. He hovered above me, bending his head down to kiss me softly. Nothing fierce, nothing rough— just a soft, gentle peck. His hands slowly pulled my boxers down, and I shuddered as the tip pressed against his stomach. He moaned, and left butterfly kisses along my collar bones, down my chest and my stomach.
He glanced up at me, the faint light coming from the kitchen catching in his eyes. They were gleaming; he was smiling. My heart pounded as he tilted his head back down. I couldn't see him, only his shadow moving. But I felt his lips surround me, and my back arched. His tongue glided along my length; he kissed every inch, sucked the tip, massaged and stroked me— spots were dancing along the edges of my vision as he pleasured me in ways I couldn't imagine before. Was he always this good? Had he had practice when he was younger? No, he wasn't that old— he'd just turned twenty-eight! Had he done this for others before me? Or was this just for today— just for me?
'I'm here for your entertainment…' I could hear the words I so often heard him sing in my head— the notes I played, the rhythm, the passion, the desire… everything. I remembered the AMA performance. The first night he kissed me. The first night that I had felt a change within my being— my heart and soul. My hands wound deep into his hair, and I pushed him onto me, forcing myself deeper into his mouth. My body was shaking with the pleasured delight of his actions, and my moans rang around the living room. His hands were on my thighs, keeping them nailed to the floor as my back arched and my chest heaved with every breath that I took.
"Aah— Nngh… Adam… Ahh-Adammm…" I drew out his name, feeling the vibrations of his moans trembling against my member. It felt good… No, good was an understatement. It felt fucking amazing. And by my reaction, he continued to do it, humming against my shaft even as I twitched and shook.
"Adam… I'm— I'm gonna… Nggh! Aah— harder, please…" I begged him. I could feel him smiling around me as he bobbed his head faster, sucking harder, his nails raking into the flesh of my pale thighs. The heat had spread— my body was on fire, it felt like. Sweat glistened against my brow and my hair stuck to my face. My body was shaking, my shaft was throbbing in Adam-fucking-Lambert's mouth, and I felt like I was going to explode from pleasure override. My body tingled, my heart was pounding in my chest and in the midst of my screaming his name, I came into his mouth. The fire exploded, and I felt like someone had doused me in oil and set me alight. But it wasn't painful— no, this fire felt good. I liked this fire. This fire left me shivering on the floor from a pleasure I had not felt in a long while.
Adam pulled himself up, lying beside me. He pulled me into his arms and I nuzzled up beside him. He kissed my forehead, my nose, my lips, my neck and my throat, over and over, everywhere. I ran my fingers through his hair gently playing with the ruined spikes and the stiff gel. He smiled and rested beside me, his eyes half open as he stared at me in the darkness. I continued to play with his hair, staring back at him. Our breathing was the only sound in the air, the afternoon slowly ticking into early evening. I didn't know how long we had been laying there. But I could only guess it had been a while, for the post-erections had finally died out. But there was a part of me that needed something more…
"What are you thinking about?" Adam asked me in a soft voice, leaning up on his elbow. I glanced up at him and smiled slightly.
"How amazing that was." I replied softly, before pondering over the fact that what I had said sounded really freaking cheesy. I chuckled to myself, and Adam bent down, kissing me gently. I ran my fingers through his hair, and I pulled him over me. His body was warm and comforting. He fit perfectly against me, and we were like two pieces of a puzzle. His hands cupped my face softly, his tongue gliding between my pale, warm lips, dancing a familiar dance with my own. He hungrily attacked my throat, and I tilted my head back slightly, closing my eyes. I felt a rush, a tingle of excitement and a twitch in my body— I smiled. He bit down on a part of my skin, sucking hard, his tongue flicking over and over against it. My back arched, my chest pressed up against his. A new wave of desire hit me square in the face, and a moan poured itself from my throat.
His hand trailed up, his index and middle fingers pressed to my lips as he pulled himself away from my neck. I opened my mouth, running my tongue between his two fingers, sucking gently on them, before kissing them softly. I didn't understand why, at first, he had me do this with a silent command— but I didn't question him. His hand dropped, his palm shoving my legs aside. My eyes were closed and I was enjoying the sensations he gave me. I felt a slight pressure at my entrance, and he force the two saliva-coated fingers into my ass. My eyes snapped open and my back arched deeply, startled cry escaping my lips. His lips left feathery kisses against my skin, and I trembled. White spots flashed into my vision as my fingers and toes curled.
"Are you okay?" He whispered, his voice concerned. I couldn't speak, I could barely breathe. It hurt like hell, but all the same, as he moved his fingers in and out slowly, the pleasure was more beautiful than anything I had thought before. I nodded twice, and he continued the slow motion, his fingers experienced in this art of passion. My body trembled beneath his, and my breathing was ragged. How could he be so masterful in the art of fucking? I mean— I had seen the way he would grind his hips into a microphone stand, I watched his body roll in perfect waves when he performed… But did such magic apply to that of sex as well?
Apparently so.
He moved his fingers faster, spreading them apart slightly within me. I twitched, pressing my hips against his. My shaft ground against his, and he moaned softly, his breath hot against my neck. He kissed me gently, pulling his fingers out. My entire body twitched, and he placed his hands on my hips. He stopped kissing me, he just looked at me. I worked into regulating my breathing, unable to meet his gaze for a moment. I could feel my erection, pressed against his— we were both back to square one, though this time in a much different situation, and with a bit less clothing.
"Tommy?" I looked up at him. God, I loved it when he said my name.
"Yes?" He hesitated, gnawing on his lower lip for a moment.
"Do you want this?" I paused, frowning. He could see my expression in the dark— I could see his. The few traces of light were more than enough by now. He sighed heavily, sincerely afraid. His silence was what worried me the most. I reached up, cupping his cheek in my palm. He looked down at me again.
"Adam?"
"What I mean is— this? Do you want this?" He paused, looking away. "Do you want me?"
I stared up at him for a long while. I knew— as much as he was out there and beautiful, he feared rejection. He feared being shunned for his actions. He didn't fear being hated or looked down upon, he feared being alone. He knew that all this glory and fame would die out or come to end, and that maybe it'd come back again. But there would be a point where he wouldn't be the center of attention anymore. That didn't bother him. He was used to not being the direct center. What scared him was that he wouldn't even be on the stage anymore, that he would be forgotten. And in the silence as I stared at him, I could see that he feared my choice. He feared that I would take him in now and shoot him down later. He feared that I would use him; that I would hurt him. That I would give him center stage for one night and then shove him to the back where he would watch from the sidelines. I leaned up, and kissed him gently, before pulling away.
"I've always wanted you, Adam. Since the day we met. And that want only grew faster when we performed 'For Your Entertainment' on the AMA's…" I paused, staring deeply into his eyes. "Adam— I love you."
His eyes cleared of all hesitation, of all worry and fear. He bent his head and kissed me again, very passionately— I could feel his heart and soul being poured from within his being, through his lips, into my lips, and into my soul. Slowly, he pressed the head of his shaft to my entrance. He whispered against my mouth, though I couldn't understand what he said. Gently, he eased himself in, inch by excruciating inch. My body tensed, but I held back cries of pain. Instead, I kissed him harder, longer, and with more heart than I could have thought possible. I gave my everything in this kiss. I gave him my everything.
He paused, deep inside of me, before building a steady rhythm. It was so painful, I wanted to cry and tell him to stop. But there was a pleasurable fire burning me. I wanted him to stop, but all the same I didn't. I wanted this fire to consume me. I wanted this fire to consume every last shred of my straight life and bind me to Adam— I thought I heard music. Somewhere in the back, I thought I heard the songs I heard him sing every day. I thought I could hear the glamorous tunes that we created so often. My heart was singing, my head was spinning, and the fire devoured my body, diluting the pain. His hips eventually were slamming against mine, and mine were rising off the floor to meet his. His lips never once left mine, unless we needed air. Which we forgot we needed until we were gasping.
Explosions were pulsing in my body; my ears were ringing with the sounds of our passionate cries. To ease my own throbbing pain, his hand stroked me as he moved. My body was so hot that the sweat that glistened evaporated. I was trembling as he touched me, moving faster within me. I couldn't even feel the pain anymore, only the sensual touch with every feathered kiss and stroke. I came into his hand and on his stomach as he came into me. I watched him lick his hand and arm clean. I wiped the cum from his stomach with a finger, feeding it to him as if it was whipped cream. He lay, breathless, upon me for a long while, before slowly pulling himself out of me. I stifled a cry, and it was over as soon as it began.
Gently, he stood, lifting me to my feet. I stumbled against him, unable to move my legs. My ass was aching with a throbbing that I knew I would be feeling for several days. Slowly, he helped me to the couch, snuggling down with me beside him. He snatched the blanket from the back, draping it over us. His arms wound themselves around me, and I turned, burying my face into the crook of his neck. He brushed my hair out of my face, the action lulling me to sleep. Before drifting into dream land, filled with warm darkness and my love, I heard him whisper.
"I love you too, Tommy…"
Hope you liked it! :D