It's one fifty-four in the morning, I'm just chilling on my laptop, decided to write a story. Why not, right? Basing it off of my two favorite gay guys in the world! Love you two!

I don't own Adam Lambert or Tommy Joe Ratliff (No matter how many times they beg) because I decided human ownership\slavery isn't something I totally agree on… but apparently, they don't care.

If you don't love it, please don't come to my house waving pitchforks and torches until after I'm awake, thank you :)

~youtuber411\PinkIce

Chapter I: Still Pondering...

Adam POV:

"Adam?" Tommy Joe stepped shyly out of the kitchen, wearing nothing but my black pinstripe dress shirt.

I set my journal aside. "Yes, Glitterbaby?"

"You, uh… you won't tell Monte about last night… will you?"

I smiled at the memory of last night. If I concentrated, I could still picture Tommy with his head thrown back against my pillows, blond angelic hair all messy, sweat running down his perfect body. I would kiss and bite at his neck and the soft moan escaping his lips would send chills down my spine. "Why? What are you afraid of?" Tommy looked away, his hair falling in his face. "Come here, pretty boy."

Nevertheless, looking away, Tommy approached me. "I'm just… still pondering us… that's all. You understand."

"Still?"

"Look," his eyes finally met mine. "Last night was everything you said it would be… if not more… but… I don't know. Everything is coming so fast. Let's just slow down… just a little!" a look of guilt and regret crossed his face. Guilt and regret because of me and him last night… Guilt and regret because of me and him… Guilt and regret because of me…

I sighed. "Ok, Tommy Joe. I agree." I smiled at him. Although, inside I was torn apart. I had given this elfish boy my all last night… and it wasn't easy. The last thing I had ever wanted to do was hurt or scare my Glitterbaby… my Pretty boy… my Kitty. And although the voice in my head was telling me I was wrong, I still felt like I had done just that… scared the hell out of him… hurt him so that he would never return to my arms.

"Good! I'm glad to get that off my chest and out of my head." I wanted to be on his chest and in his head… he stood in front of me, as if expecting something. I could just picture what was underneath the shirt he was wearing. "Hey, I gotta bounce. I'll see you later…" he scampered down the hallway and returned minutes later, tugging on his own pants. "I'm meeting Cam. She wants to go shopping and Isaac sure as hell ain't goin. See you…"

He disappeared out the door. I walked down the hall to my room and could still feel the slight presence of Tommy Joe. My Tommy Joe… or what had been mine less than a half hour ago. My eyes scanned the clean room, finally penetrating a mess. I hated anything that messed up something that was clean. But… I smiled at the empty beer bottle, half empty bag of potato chips, and nearly full melted, dripping quart of vanilla ice cream, complete with a spoon and a straw.

What the heck, Glitterbaby?

"Tommy, with you ever leave her without leaving a mess behind you?" I asked the walls, cleaning up after the human tornado. Normally, I would have been scowling as I mopped up the puddles of ice cream on the tile floor, but this morning was different…

I'm just… still pondering us… that's all. You understand.

His words circled in my head, killing my mood.

No, Tommy Joe… I don't understand.

With the terrible clutter cleaned up, I noticed my black dress shirt that Tommy had just been parading around in. he must have been freezing in the middle of the night and awakened to find some cloth. Knowing Tommy, he would be to bored with his own clothing, so he'd scout out something in my closet that, even though I was a good foot taller than him, and a good deal wider than him, would fit him loosely, yet allowing him to look sexy.

And sexy was an understatement.

You've seen girls in the movies wearing they're boy toy's dress shirt and nothing else the morning after sex, I'm sure. Well, Tommy put them all to shame, no matter how many Grammy's they'd won for that scene.

I picked up the crumpled shirt off the ground and inhaled Tommy's distinct smell. Suddenly, I hated the shirt. I didn't even want it anymore, remembering how quickly, eagerly Tommy slipped out of it and into his own clothes… willingly equipping himself for the journey home… or at least to go shopping with Cam.

Why was Camila so interesting to Tommy? More interesting to him that me? No. I pushed the thought out of my head as soon as it entered. He just needs to get his mind off things… he needs time to think…

I checked my watch and decided it was time to go and meet up with Monte at Tacobell. Before I left, I reached into the hall closet and produced Monte's old leather jacket he'd had since Citizen Vein. It's time he got that back!

Alright. Please review! Don't be afraid to pitch me your own idea's for the story! Should I write more? Should I stop writing? Should I quit writing on here and just stick to reading Adommy fictions? Should I go get a beer? Should orange be a real color? Should i try to grow a beard even though I'm a girl? Should I stop biting my nails? Should civil union be completely legal? Should toothpaste taste like bubblegum? Should I clean up the mess Tommy just left in my house? Should Adam and I finish redecorating my room? Should I go shopping with Camila tomorrow? REVIEW! *idontbite

~youtuber411\BlackFire