Hello everyone! This is an Adommy collaboration story I'm doing with the lovely TJGlambert28 or Talia! She thought of the summary, and now we begin writing. Hope you all enjoy this story of epic proportions! She's doing Tommy's POV, and I'm Adam's POV. But perhaps later in the story we'll switch off.

Hope you enjoy! :D

Adam's POV

At last, we finally arrived at our destination. It was getting rather tiring hearing Monte and Tommy argue about whom's hair was more hip. Honestly, I thought Tommy's mane far outranked Monte's, but I would never tell that to his face. Tommy had creamy blond hair and I loved the way he styled it. I absolutely went crazy when I tug on it during performances. I mean, how can I not pull on those glistening and sparkling bangs? It's just so fucking tempting. Plus, just touching him in any way makes my insides turn to jelly. But back on topic…God (listen, I know there's no "God", but bare with me when I say his name) only knows what kind of chaos would rise from me stating my opinion in the heated debate. So, of course I kept my mouth shut. But all hell broke loose when Lisa said she liked Monte's better. My guitarist taunted poor Tommy about how much better he was, and I wanted so badly to stick up for him, but I knew I would later regret if from Monte. In fact, for the last hour of the trip, I've never seen my bassist more depressed. I couldn't help but laugh at his adorable expression, but that only deepened his sorrow. But he would get over it soon enough. I hoped…Otherwise I would feel like complete crap for teasing him.

"Costa Mesa!" I yelled from the bus, jumping off of it with my suitcases and practically sprinting to the hotel so I could check us in. Other than the fact I was tired, I desperately needed a shower. I was starting to smell worse than Monte after one of his kick ass solos from 'Sleepwalker'! I mean, yea, there are those small insignificant showers on the bus, but with everyone using them, I would never dare to enter one of those germ boxes. For more reasons than I'd like to explain. Plus, you don't really want to hear me ramble, do you? Oh, of course you do! I'm Adam freaking Lambert. You'd be honored to have that tissue I blew in yesterday, wouldn't you? Okay, sorry for my ostentatious behavior, but I'm fucking tired. You can't sleep on a bus with four other rowdy band members. But all the exhaustion in the world couldn't keep my excitement down. Every time we entered a new city, I was bouncy, and couldn't wait to perform! Not one performance is the same, and the devotion from the fans makes me even happier to be alive.

"Hi, Adam Lambert," I said to the man behind the front desk. His eyes seemed to widen a bit and he broke out into a full blown grin. Oh, here we go again. Is he another fan? Yes, I love signing autographs and whatnot, but when you just want to go to your room and take a shower, snapping a picture with a complete stranger doesn't sound all that appealing.

"H-Hi…I-Is…" he gulped lightly while typing something into his computer, "is Lisa with you?" he asked nervously, his face burning with the scarlet blush that rose to his cheeks. I chuckled lightly and nodded. I was happy every once in awhile to find someone that wasn't just obsessed with me, but acknowledged the talent on my band as well. After all, without them, I wouldn't be where I was today.

"Why of course. Would you like to meet her?" I asked, winking at him as he shakily handed me our room keys. The nervous desk-man nodded and I smiled, gesturing Lisa (who was currently sitting in the lobby with everyone else while I checked in) to come over to us. She stood up and walked over to the blond and smiled.

"O-Oh…my god…" was all he could muster up to say before he started freaking out with an immense rant about how amazingly sexy and talented she was. I left her and her fan alone and walked back over to my band mates.

We were going to be in Costa Mesa for awhile, so I decided to be a bit cheap (if you call this frugal), and paid for the deluxe suite instead of separate bedrooms. As much as I would love some 'me' time, I knew it wouldn't be possible, even if I did receive my own room. There was always some kind of problem, or someone couldn't be alone, so I had to comfort them from the monster under their bed (okay, maybe it's not that extreme, but you know what I mean…).

"Hey, don't be pissy with me or anything, but we're all going to share a deluxe suite, okay?" I told them, just waiting for the fireworks to shoot off, but surprisingly, it was only a couple of mumbled 'okays' or 'whatevers'. I was a bit skeptical at first. Was this their cover-up before we got into the room alone where they would kill me and throw my body out the window? No, they wouldn't murder me because I didn't get them separate rooms…Would they? Oh, fuck. "What? No one's going to complain?" I asked, raising a thick eyebrow. The three males just shrugged and seemed uninterested. Either they were going to murder me out of sight, or they were just too tired to care at this point. I scowled a bit then walked to the elevator, pushing the up button. We were on floor (I had to check the keys)…sixteen. Oh, that's sexy. Why was the number sixteen so sexy? Well there are sixteen songs on my album, and that's the age I lost my virginity (to a cute guy too). That's why it's so fucking sexy.

Lisa managed to catch up to us when she finally pried herself from the raging fan boy. The elevator door opened and we all piled in. I ended up being squished up against Tommy and I smiled at him. "Hey, are you tired?" I asked, looking down at the blond.

He looked up at him, and yawned, making a clear answer to my obvious question. "Yea, I just can't wait until I can go to sleep. I'm so fucking drained…" he mumbled, leaning his head against my chest and closing his eyes.

My eyes widened slightly, and I suddenly wished that we weren't on such a high floor. I don't know how long I can stand his small head propped up against my hard chest. He probably didn't even realize what he was doing because Tommy wasn't the most touchy person in the band. But nonetheless, my cheeks flamed, and I knew a palpable blush was appearing on my face. I'd just have to urge myself not to get fucking hard at his adorable sight. My heart beat quickened, I prayed (remember, I'm just figuratively speaking…) that he didn't notice, or else maybe he would suspect something…What floor are we on? Ten? FUCK!

I looked back down at him, inspecting his appearance at the moment. His mouth was open slightly, and Tommy's perfectly glittered eyelids were shut. His breath was hot, and I knew I couldn't help but get slightly hard at this sight. Please, just be a half hard-on! Then maybe it will go away on its own!

The elevator dinged and everyone piled off; except me and Tommy. "Yo, Glitterbaby, wake up…" I murmured, holding the door open as the rest of the band practically waddled off to our room (but they don't have keys, so I don't understand why they didn't just wait for me…). He didn't budge, and I was beginning to wonder if he really did fall asleep standing up. "Glitterbaby!" I said a bit more loudly and his head snapped up and he stumbled a bit, but I caught him with a small smirk and chuckle. "We're on the floor. Will you be able to walk, or do I have to carry your sorry ass?" I asked. I actually wouldn't mind to pick him up, like I was the knight in shining armor and he was the princess that needed rescuing. It'd make me feel powerful, if anything…

He just glared at me slightly and picked up his bag. "I can walk…" he declared, and clumsily left the elevator. I followed him with a smile and got to the door. Everyone was leaning on the wall, looking exhausted, or trying to stay awake. Why was everyone so tired? I mean, I was pretty worn out, but if I was forced too, I could probably stay awake for a couple more hours. But it appeared they could barely stay on their feet for a couple more minutes.

I pushed past the hoard of zombies and got to the door. I slid the key in and when I opened it, I practically got trampled as they all pushed each other to get to beds. "Fuck, guys. Orderly fashion please!" I commanded, but it didn't help. We were all already in and they had claimed their beds, falling on them, and shutting their eyes. No one took a shower (though, no one needed it as desperately as I did), and they didn't even change. They just got on top of the covers and fell into a deep slumber.

I sighed, shut the door and locked it. After gathering my luggage, I set it on the bed next to Tommy. I wandered around a bit and investigated out the room situation. This is how the suite went: There was the kitchen as soon as you walk in and the living room (which is where Lisa is sleeping) to your right. The gym (yea, we have our own gym) is to the left of that. There's a door attached to the living room, where Tommy is and an extra bed where I'll be sleeping. And hell if I know where Longineu and Monte are at. I went to my bags on my bed that were currently next to Tommy's and saw him passed out, sprawled on his bed. I couldn't help but laugh slightly at his endearing sleeping form.

"Adam…" My heart suddenly stopped as I heard Tommy's hoarse voice through the dim light that shined through its slick shade.

"Yea, Glitterbaby?" I asked, searching through my luggage for a certain piece of apparel I wanted to wear to bed.

"Who's hair do you honestly…like better?" he asked, his eyes still closed, and a mini waterfall of drool rinsing out of the corner of his mouth.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his immature question. He was so tired, but he still had a bit of energy left to ask me if I preferred his hair over Monte's. It was flattering that he wanted my opinion, and I was honored to answer. "Your's, Glitterbaby's…I love tugging on you hair. And I love it all together, but don't tell Monte, okay?" I asked, smiling a bit.

"That's good…" he mumbled, a small smirk rising to his lips as he buried his face in his pillow. He was so fucking adorable.

I took out a pair of boxers that I would sleep in and my special conditioner and shampoo, and walked to the bathroom. I stripped out of my genuine lather jeans (that cow gave up its life to be glamtastic), my golden YSL glitter boots, and the tight black shirt that clung to my every muscle. After removing my heavy attire, it was pure bliss getting into the ice cold shower. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. I still had no clue as to why my band was so fucking tired. Did the ride wear them out or something? Or maybe it was the constant arguing. That's probably it. Since I didn't participate in in the debate, I didn't have my energy run low on something as pitiful on who's hair is the best (because obviously mine was. I mean I work so hard on it). I sighed and allowed the water to penetrate any soreness in my aching bones and tendons.

I grabbed my peach shampoo and began massaging it in my hair, savoring the feel of cleanliness. I rinsed it and it spiraled into an orange puddle at the drain. I squirted some of the same smelling conditioner in my hand and rubbed that into my scalp, allowing it to soak in and make my jet black hair gain a nice sheen coat of shine. I handled the slippery soap with care as I slathered my wet body with the glistening bar. It felt so fucking good to be out of my sweaty skin, and into a fresh (and very decent smelling) aura. I got out, dried off and got into my clean boxers. They were black and had gray glittering stars all around them. I didn't care that my penis bulged out, because everyone here has a penis, and Lisa knows none of us care what she sees. So yea, I wear tight boxers to bed because they're comfortable, and I enjoy the air on the rest of my body.

I slung the towel over my shoulder and ran my fingers through my hair, walking into the kitchen and looking through the fridge. Not to my surprise, but it was loaded with food. My stomach growled and I grabbed a pear and chewed on it, looking over at Lisa in the living room. She didn't fair much better than Tommy. For she too was in an awkward sleeping position. I shrugged and walked into her room, looking around and tripping over her bag. I cursed lightly, and not to my surprise, she remained asleep.

I groaned lightly and set my pear down while I cradled my injured foot. But even the pain in my foot couldn't keep my eyes from wandering to a piece of paper that landed my side. I picked it up and I stared at it quizzically. "25 Ways To Get A Guy To Fall For You".

"What?" I whispered to myself. If you're wondering how I can read this in the dark, it's called moonlight. No one shut the curtains… "Why would she have this?" I asked myself. After contemplating the fact that Lisa had this in her suitcase for unknown reasons, my mind strayed to an entirely new subject. Could I use this? Does it really work?

With a smirk, I grabbed my pear and got up, walking back to mine and Tommy's room. I turned off the light and shut the curtains. I finished my snack and looked at the paper once last time trying to decipher what it said through the dark. What did number one say? Oh, I'll read it tomorrow. It should be interesting to see how this works out. I let out a small chuckle and gently placed the piece of paper under my pillow.

What's the worst that could happen if I attempted this list on Tommy?