Alright. :) I'm writing this with a friend from twitter (baileylambert12). She thought of the idea for the first chapter, and we're just kind of going from there! I'm Tommy and she's Adam! :) ENJOY.


Tommy's POV

Fuck, man! We were in Finland, like seriously? When the HELL was that gonna happen? Defiantly not in my last band 'Turn The Screw'. Don't get me wrong, I loved the death out of them, but that band wasn't gonna get anywhere. I thank freaking Satan that my cousin made me watch Adam sing Ring of Fire, because seriously, I would still be in my fucking little cubicle answering phones just to bring in the dough. And personally, that didn't sound appealing at all. I hated working in that hell hole. Just terrible shit. So I'm as happy as shit that I actually am now touring the world doing what I love.

Now, I'm this beloved bassist working for the sickest singer EVER. Dude, if you were to tell me this shit was gonna happen to me about a year ago, I would have slapped you and told you to stop screwing with me. Seriously, I mean, when in my lifetime did I go and think, 'Yea, when I grow up, I wanna be kissed passionately on stage by my gay boss!'? Uh, never. But hey, I'm not complaining at all. I LOVE Adam. He's my best friend ever, and I'd do anything for him. I mean he's as sexy as shit too!

I'm comfortable enough with my heterosexuality to call Adam Lambert sexy as shit. I mean, I'm comfortable enough with him to let him practically rape me through my clothes aren't I? I mean, hell, it's all for the fan service, I know, but still. I get a kick out of it. He's a good kisser, ya know? Of course I love that kind of shit! If I get the opportunity to kiss someone, who's pretty, that is a good kisser, I'm totally gonna.

"Okay, guys! We've been working for a couple hours; everyone take about half an hour?" Adam said, smiling and running his black-nailed fingers through his sweaty and glittery hair. Even if it was just sound-check, Adam always wanted to look his best which involved putting loads of glitter everywhere. But I was one to talk. I like my make-up for a straight man. I put on my eyeliner and a little bit of black eye-shadow. Shit, it was fantastic. And I spent like an hour on my hair. That shit just doesn't stay straight.

I sighed, taking off my cherry red bass and brushing my hair behind my ear. I glanced at everyone who was dispersing and I shrugged, deciding to go to the bathroom. I needed to take a piss since this morning, but I just never was able to because I slept in late and Cam was on my fucking ass about getting up. I mean, it wasn't even a real concert! The real concert is about in five hours. We're just doing sound-check for the time being, then in about three hours were gonna start setting up and get costumes on. And we haven't even practiced Fever yet on this stage. That's my favorite song to perform. And I don't care what you say. It's not cause I get to kiss and practically have sex with Adam on stage, it's because I get a huge part in it…Okay, fine, whatever! Think what you want, I don't give a shit!

I sighed, walking down the intricate hallways and finally finding the men's bathroom. I walked in and it was pretty neat. Yes, I Tommy Joe-fucking- Ratliff just called a bathroom neat.

Normally, I would go into a stall to do my business, but no one was coming in here, so why should I seclude myself? Plus, I'm a guy. I need to use these freaky urinal things once in awhile, ya know? Well, probably not, I have this weird thing…

I walked up to one of the white contraptions and unzipped my pants. I jumped a bit when the door to the bathroom opened and Adam walked in. He froze and blushed a little, turning to the side.

"O-Oh, shit. I'm sorry Tommy, should I-?"

I laughed and maneuvered my dick through my boxers and held it, glancing back at Adam. He looked so nervous, and I found it to be adorable. "Dude, we both have dicks, no need to get all uptight about it. Just come on over and take care of your business. No need to get all embarrassed!" I said, smiling and sighing a little when I finally began to pee. Adam sighed briefly and walked up to the urinal besides me, unzipping his pants and going through the same process. "See? It isn't that hard when you…" I trialed off a bit when Adam did indeed whip out his dick and my mouth opened a little in surprise.

Okay, we all know that Adam has a huge penis, right? I mean, you can see the erections that he gets on stage, but SERIOUSLY, it's huge. He did mean it when he said it was like 8.5 inches or something, but Jesus. I know I have a pretty large dick, but Adam's was like…

The singer blushed and looked at me. "Tommy. Your gay is showing!" he chimed, grinning like an idiot. I blushed and stared at the wall, biting my bottom lip.

"Oh, shut up! Your gay is always showing, Gaylord!" I retorted and he just laughed.

"Yes, but I am a gay glam star. And you're my pretty little bassist who just got a huge view of my glam bulge. Congratulations Tommy!" he said, zipping his pants back up. "You can now say you have officially seen Adam Lambert's penis. That's not gay at ALL," he claimed, laughing and licking his lips as he walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

I scoffed, zipping up my own pants and walking over to him, turning on the faucet and cleaning my hands. "I'm just comfortable enough with my sexuality to look at other men's penises. Sue me for being curious," I said, drying them off.

"Oh, so you admit you were curious about my dick size…That's cute!" he chimed, tugging at my hair and opening the door for me when we exited. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"Well you were the one whipping it out there, and-"

He just laughed, "Don't worry Tommy…" he winked, turning the knob to his dressing room, "You have a nice dick too!" Then he entered his room, leaving me blushing and confused.