AU! I don't own anything but the plot. Sadly... what to do with Adam in your possession? Oh, the possibilities. Perfect, Chapter 1; Can you pick up the pace?
Yes, Friday was most definitely Adam's favorite night. He smiled at himself in the life-size mirror in the middle of his apartment. Hair styled, jewelry in place and just the right amount of leather, it was all there in all his glittery perfection and if he might say so himself, he looked pretty damn amazing.
He winked at himself; pointing out eyeliner, deciding he should do that often this evening. This was going to be fun.
He walked down the hidden stairs that led towards the nightclub, his nightclub. Glam. He knew the name was simple, but it was catchy and most importantly it was Adam. As was the club itself. It was large, outrageously glitter-chique and well, sexy.
He stepped into the smoky darkness, lights flashing every once, His eyes scanned the lower dance floor, where the large, sexily dressed, crowd was jumping and kissing off whatever stress they had been through this week.
They deserved it and god, they wanted it. They wanted the music, the extreme vibe that radiated off club Glam. They wanted to breathe the atmosphere of sensuality, wanted to let go and be entertained till there was nothing left of them.
And Adam gladly gave it to them.
The music, actual good music, because Adam never went for anything less then best, was already sending its beat through the floors and levels of the club. People bouncing, grinding and dancing.
Adam was still proud of himself, finding this beautiful building. It had been sad and glamourless when he first came here, but as all things that surrounded Adam, that had changed really quickly. One could never recognize it after Adam was done with it.
He made his way through the ground-crowd; he always liked to start at the bottom. See how everyone finally let go, got out of their forced, restrained boxes. Ones Adam had been in often enough to hate them with passion. To his opinion, nothing should be put in boxes, be restrained. People were so much more fun like this.
To prove his point, a drunken man walked up to him, his pace strutting, but his eyes were full of excitement as he kissed Adam full on his mouth. He was kind of handsome and Adam kissed back. His tongue pushing through the mans lips, tasting some of the alcohol still.
He loved how the heat would rise, skin would be revealed, and the pace would be picked up. Hands feeling and craving for to be touched.
"What's your name?" He whispered in the man's ear. The shaky 'M-Mark' making him smile.
"Make sure you'll get yourself someone to drive you home, or you might have to spend the night here…" Receiving another shudder that ran down the man's spine. After that he made his way to the second, which watched over the ground floor, but was more... exclusive and quickly forgot about the brown-haired man. Things could only hold his attention for so long.
Here the real glam started, all covered in glitter and smoke. Lips smacked on the pace of the beat and bodies were felt. People knew him, screamed his name in their excited high; the high only one Adam Lambert could get them in. Music pounding through their souls.
He was touched and naturally, received a few smacks on his butt. Adam only smiled. This was his place, hair got wild, as did human natures.
Though Adam's carefully styled hair stayed perfectly in place. His leather coat waving around his tall frame and legs, which were trapped in black spray-ons, it was trade-mark, Adam's style was. It had no boundaries.
No boundaries, not just Adam's motto, also that of the club. Anything was possible here. It said clearly in bright purple neon on the wall behind the DJ's. Girls and boys dancing on the small stages.
It was a revolution in club area, everybody knew. It's why everyone wanted to be here.
He smiled as he reached the third floor. Though it couldn't be called an actual floor. It was just a heightened balcony, only one other person with equally painted hair standing bend over the railing, though her long hair had much wilder colors then Adam's black locks.
"Allison." Adam smirked, leaning on the railing next to said young woman, also known as one of the few people that had held Adam's interest for longer then 2 nights.
"Hey there glamrocker." She replied, not looking up. "Why aren't you dancing and flirting around?"
"I could ask you the same thing." Adam smirked raising his eyebrows, he knew Allison loved to party, Allison partying was something he gravely enjoyed.
Allison, however, to Adam's surprise, stayed silent.
"Ali?"
"Oh, sorry, I thought you would ask me the same thing?" Allison laughed, now looking at her. "And as my answer, I was waiting for you, duh."
Her eyes rolling playfully, she skipped off. Literally skipped off, Adam smiling after her, before indeed joining the crowd, maybe finding that boy from earlier. He needed some entertainment tonight.
It was a bliss, the dancing and the partying, Adam loved it, it was one of the reasons he started club Glam after all. One of the few, at least
He nibbled on soft skin, his teeth sinking in someone's, he thought he remembered that someone's name being David, neck, making him moan in pleasure and wiggle his ass in Adam's lap. From the corners of his eyes, he watched his crowd dance, felt the beat bounce through his body, as well as the boy in his lap.
Allison, as she well knew to do, wasn't far away. Because he was possessive of the things he liked and so, Allison stayed close.
He had to admit, the man on his lap could kiss. He returned a hot open mouthed kiss, showing his tongue down young David's throat in dominance immediately. And the smaller man let him, intimidated by what radiated off Adam.
That untouchable thing that seemed to hang in the glittery aura that drew everybody in, though it was rarely for a larger amount of time, except for Allison. The second place was a wonderful record of 2 days exactly.
His expert hands touched the exact buttons David's body to make him putty in the gloved hands. His eyes still sharply examining the crowd over the moaning mess's shoulder.
"Please… I can't... Please." Adam could only hear the voice of desperation, the exhausted mouth hidden behind the blonde hair, Dave's, was it? Head resting on his shoulder.
Adam just smirked, palming the man's obvious erection without anybody noticing. "Hush. Relax and enjoy the ride for as long as it lasts."
The night was still young; Adam wasn't indent on settling just yet. Not for at least a couple of hours. To be honest, there were prettier boys in his building.
He was seated in the middle of the second floor, on what Allison fondly called his 'throne'. With, as strangely as it was for Adam Lambert, only two solid golden snakes decorating it. He grew bored with Dave's, or was it David's? neck, he trailed his tongue towards other untouched and unmarked parts of his skin.
Allison eyed him wirily, because she knew what lay behind that perfect control.
And in control as always, Adam gently shoed the man away, stretching. He found it time to stretch his body and shake of his own weekly stress. He walked over to the far end of the second floor, his hands folding themselves around the railing.
He stared over the crowd, his blue eyes finding the brown ones of the DJ. A silent conversation between them, before the music changed completely. A mix of rocking, exciting, arousing music pumping out of the speakers. Adam loved it already.
He smirked as he threw off his coat, revealing the tight fabric over his chest, nicely showing off all the work he had put in club Glam and his time in his gym.
To him, it felt like the whole club held its breath, in a moment of total silence and he closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he found himself already in the middle of the crowd, his hips moving, his head lost in the music, part, maybe head, of a larger being. He felt toxic, he felt contagious. He felt good.
Eyes watched him, hungrily or admiring, his moves smooth and daring, just asking people to join if they had the guts.
Most did, whether from the influence of alcohol, or just from the strong presence of Adam. They came and danced, dropping every mask and layer of their personalities, baring them to just dance, dance and be entertained.
Adam smiled, actually smiled, for the first time this evening instead of sexually smirking.
"Dance for me, Glitter-Army!" He screamed, laughing, his black hair now finally out of order and in his face, enjoying himself.
The music changed and so did the dance, but the change was smooth. Voices screamed in excitement.
Allison smiled, loving these moments of Adam, where he finally let go completely.
People waited expectantly, hoping something would happen to Adam, something that sometimes happened, something everybody wanted to hear and experience once. Allison knew the trick and hoped somebody would be daring enough.
And yes, a young red-head danced up to Adam, her face barely reaching her goal, his ear, to whisper; "Sing!"
Adam snapped, an almost insane happy smirk spreading over his face as he opened his mouth and sang with the music, his voice blending with it.
The whole club rooted and applauded at his enchanting voice. They danced to the melody that floated from his throat. This was what they wanted. To be entertained and well, Adam's voice, Adam's club and Adam's entertainment. Adam ruled here, it was his place.
It was heaven.
They danced and danced, they moved along, they rubbed against each other. Mouths found each other. Smashing into each other, because tonight had no limits. They had caught the glitter-fever.
But then, suddenly, a lot of people stopped dancing, though the music didn't alter for a second, because of a dark haired man making his way through the crowd, towards the Adam, whose notes stopped in his throat as he gazed at the man.
"Adam!" The man screamed laughingly, shoving a girl that was in his way away, his eyes averting to make sure nobody was close to him anymore, his skin suddenly lost of fire.
"Look at me!" The man shouted, his eyes piercing and wild, because that is what Adam could do to you.
Adam's reply was short. His eyebrows raised, his stare colder then ice, Allison bit her lip. Almost feeling sorry for the man, because she certainly knew the look. "I'm looking; Drake, but I don't really see anything."
"Oh please, you loved me." Drake coed, walking up to Glam's famous owner, fisting his hands in his leather coat, but Adam's cane quickly changed that.
As the man rubbed his hit hands and Adam in his turn walked closer to him, towering over him now, though Drake seemed unimpressed, death glare in his blue eyes, looking utterly in control as always. But Allison could see the pain, the pain Adam had so carefully buried deep within himself, his heart and his soul. She could see what Drake had done to Adam and that he still wasn't over that.
"Get away from me." Adam hissed through his teeth, which were clenched tightly. "Get lost and never dare to step foot in my club again."
With that, he shoved his ex-boyfriend away. Drake falling to the ground with an unbelieving glance in his eyes.
"You love me Adam Lambert, you know it. You loved me with everything you had; you would have wanted to have an ordinary life if I had asked you. You were crushed when I left you. Let me tell you something…" He began and Allison closed her eyes.
Just when she thought Adam was slowly recovering, this man just had to come over and rub everything in Adam's face again.
"You're nothing, just miserably trying to fuck away your problems; you're nothing without me, Adam. And you know it. Congrats on 'forgetting' me. I can see how much you have. Do you still dream about me, like you always used to, moaning my name in your sleep, huh? Do you? I bet you do, because you were and still are; head over heels. Where did all that passion go, Lambert, down the sink or down to your loveless dick? All that passion for me, the person you thought loved you?"
"That's enough!" Allison screeched, but Adam held her back with one extended arm.
"Leave it, Alli." He calmly told her, winking to security. "It's fine. I'm fine, don't defend. It doesn't suit you."
She looked at his blue eyes, the eyes she thought to belong to her friend, but he appeared not to be home right now.
He waved for security, the large bulky man running up, always faster then Allison expected, to drag Drake off. He was still silently shaking with laugher.
"Adam…"
"Don't."
Adam's voice was final, before he walked away, Allison's useless hand left stretched after him.
She let him go, because she knew there wasn't much she could do right now. Not when he closed off like this.
"Perfect, this is just perfect." She muttered, running her hands through her multi-colored hair.
Adam, at the same time, ran his through his black locks, on his way through the lower crowd again. His body moving through the crowd, moving with it to get through it. In his hand already a Ketel One Martini. With a twist, of course.
He closed his eyes and shot it down completely, feeling the only slightly satisfying burn in his throat. He hated needing it; he hated anything out of his control. With passion.
Which was exactly what he needed to release right now.
He sat down at the bar, ordering two more martini's. The whole booze of the night ruined, by the same man that had ruined him…
He groaned, downing one martini immediately, turning his stool around with the other in the hand.
That's when he spotted him. The extremely gorgeous man, standing a bit aside from the dance-floor. A slightly awkward expression on his very, very pretty face.
Adam's eyes scanned the body of the nameless man, he was smaller then Adam, cute and his foot tapping to the exact rhythm of the music.
Adam liked the way he moved, his eyes scanning the crowd too. Though in a slightly more innocent way then Adam's.
Adam immediately felt a pull and knew that this man, was exactly what he needed tonight.
Just tonight, as always.
Right?
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So, that was the short beginning of a story that has been bouncin' through my head the last couple of days, do you like it? Should I continue? And do you have any idea who the mysterious guy is? Cause I don't know.. That, my friends, is entirely up to you, so I ask. Politely. To leave me some love, kay?
Love you all, glitterbitches.