Adam's POV

Tommy didn't get it. I was thinking about his feelings too! Oh stop damn lying to yourself, Adam! Okay, so I wasn't. But still! It isn't about HIM! It's about ME! Damn that sounds selfish…

I quickly finished applying my eyeliner and walked over to the stage. As I entered, I felt like crap. I couldn't please the fans the way I wanted, really, but, wait… could I? Yes! I could! I was going to make this the most well known concert of all Glam Nation!

I pranced on stage, feeling confident of my idea. We were singing Purple Haze tonight, and I used a line that was PERFECT for me, the gay glam star.

"Excuse me, while I kiss this guy!" I strode over to Tommy and placed my wet moth on his, kissing him just like the AMA's. Unexpected, hot, sexy, and rough. But mostly unexpected. Tommy had NO idea that I was going to do that. I am going to torture him. Then came Whole Lotta Love. Perfect. And now that I think about it, if I hadn't done what I had done, there wouldn't have been a good show that night. This riled up the crowd and I could feel all their horniness hanging in the air.

"Oooooooooo, ehhhh, ohhhhh," I sang, moving across the stairs so that Tommy was in between my knees. Slowly leaned over and gently placed my lips to his. I heard him suddenly moan and I bit on his lower lip and shoved my tongue into his mouth. He leaned over backwards, allowing me on top of him, and damn was he flexible! He made me hard! NO, I SHOULD NOT BE THINKING LIKE THAT…Tommy's hand left his bass and mine covered it, scratching the strings with my microphone. I knew how bad that would annoy him later. But it didn't seem to matter now. All that mattered was that I was moth raping him and… and….

We were both really enjoying it.

When I knew I needed to sing again, I pulled away from Tommy, just leaving him and walking away. Just like he did to me. That little bitch.

The rest of the show went great! The crowd was one of the best ever and I knew they really enjoyed the kisses! "Thank you!" I said as I left the stage, walking back to the dressing room so I could pry off my pounds of makeup. I walked into the room and stepped over to the mirror, snatching the remover and taking off some off the glitter. I suddenly spun around when someone entered the room. Tommy locked the door behind him and I felt myself get nervous.

"What the hell do you want?" I said bitterly. He looked at me and suddenly stepped closer. I backed away a step and he just got closer. Soon I hit the wall and he pressed his body up against mine. His warmth felt so good and a moan escaped my lips. Damn, I hope he didn't hear it! His lips pressed to mine and he grazed his tongue over my bottom lip. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no! Not again! I suddenly pulled away looking at Tommy.

"I don't know what you've become, Tommy, but I miss the old you. The one who was my best friend. The one who always cared for me. Not the one who left me after he randomly kissed me. But no, Tommy. Not again. You are not going to hurt me again. I swear on god's name, never again." I looked at him with sorry eyes and walked out of the room. I needed to get out of his presence. This was all too much. Soon I started getting dreary. I wobbled and everything was blurry. Suddenly, I fell to the floor and everything went black.