Note: I do not own anything, except the plot. If I owned the actual characters... For Your Entertainment would take on a whole new meaning if you know what i mean. ;)

"Come on babe, wake up!" Tommy said, standing in the doorway to Adam's room.

"Nooooo..." Adam moaned as he flipped over, pulling the sheets over his head.

"I spent an hour cooking in the kitchen for you, now get your ass out of that bed!" Tommy said, voice rising.

"Nope."

"Pleeeeeeasee? For me?"

"Hmmmmm... no."

"By the way, I used up the last of the cinnamon."

"Whatever."

"If you don't get up right now... I... I won't have sex with you all day!"

"Mmmm, I'll just have to go through my fan mail for the hundreds of offers for hot anal from delirious fanboys living close by..."

"Fuck you."

"I know." mumbled Adam into his pillow. Tommy could practically hear the smirk in his voice...

"Come on, Freckles." Tommy said, hitting a nerve with one of Adam's (adorable) insecurities; the freckles on his lips.

"Fuck you." Adam replied.

"I know." Tommy paused. "If you don't get up, I'll call some news stations and let it slip that my car is parked in your garage."

"Was that innuendo?"

"I can see the headline now: 'Adam Lambert's guitarists' overnight, are they together after the AMA kiss?'"

"Just tell the reporters to stay the fuck out of my basement, I don't want any of them screwing with my sound equipment."

"You're impossible!" Tommy decided that instead of trying to drag Adam out of bed with threats, maybe something physical would do. So he got up, went to where Adam was laying in the bed, and straddled him. Tommy put on his best "pouty" face and said "Pwease? I made your favorite- French toast."

"Heh, you are all that I need." said Adam with a snarl, and, growling, flipped over, trying to pin Tommy down. Even though Adam was about a billion times stronger, Tommy was small enough that he ducked out of the way just in time, hair tickling Adam's nose as he dodged just out of his reach.

"Now, if you are not downstairs in the next five minutes, I will drag your glittering ass down the stairs, handcuff you to the table and force-feed you your breakfast."

At this, Adam perked up a little. "Handcuffs? Sounds fun. You know where they are, bottom left drawer, in the back."

"Five minutes." Tommy said, leaving the room. When he got down to the kitchen, he set the timer for exactly five minutes. He plated up two servings of the French toast, laid them on the table, stuck the maple syrup in the microwave, put some powdered sugar out and glanced at the timer. "Two minutes, forty seconds left, Adam." He murmured, turning to grab two napkins. Suddenly, out of nowhere, something hit him, nearly knocking the air out of him, and carrying him all the way to Adam's black leather couch in the adjourning den. Tommy was about to let out a scream when he saw two eyes, heavily rimmed with smudged black eyeliner, smiling down at him.

"Gotcha!" Adam said, jumping off Tommy and ambling over to the kitchen. "Ooooh, powdered sugar, my favorite!" Tommy heard him exclaim as he scrambled off the couch and reached Adam just in time to slap his wrist to keep him from dipping his finger into the small white sugar bowl.

"Nice try, rockstar. Now sit down and eat your damn French toast."

A/N: My first Adommy/Atom/Lambiff ever written, just a one-shot of meaningless fluff. :) I am totally obsessed with the two, perfect couple much? I imagine this story as one after they have been together for a while, and the talk as quick-paced banter and cute comebacks. :3

Peace, Love, Happiness and Adam Lambert.

Happy fanfic-ing everyone!

Love,

Jenna.