Tommy's POV

My heart kind of seized up when Adam said that. D-Did he say he loved me? No, I couldn't be hearing him correctly. But he said 'I love you too', like I had said it to him first…But all I said was good night. Did he want me to say I loved him? No, it just slipped out of his mouth. Adam doesn't like me. He can't love me…He thinks I'm straight. Or, I mean, I am straight, but WHATEVER. Adam doesn't love me…Or, do I want him to love me?

All these scenarios and thoughts ran through my head, and this kind of awkward tension began to fill the air. I sighed and walked into my bedroom and lay on my bed, looking up at the ceiling. I needed time to think. To clear my head, ya know? Just have some Tommy time (not like that you perverts). So, I began thinking:

What did this mean? Was I gay? Fuck, I DON'T know. Did I like Adam? Sure, I did. And I know I like him more than a friend, but now what? I just…Fuck…As I already said, I don't love Adam, that's too soon. Can I see myself being with him? Sure I can. Fucking him. I'm not sure…

I waited about twenty minutes until everyone had gone to their buses or rooms. After I heard silence, I got up from my bed and tiptoed over to Adam's bedroom, knocking on the door. For some reason I needed to see him, I needed to see if what I was thinking was true or not. To be honest, I (once again) wanted his lips against mine.

There was a bit of shuffling and a large groan. I even heard him say shit. I winced a little at him mumbling, when finally the door opened and Adam was in a pair of sweatpants and his left hand was behind his back. I tilted my head to the side. His hair was in a bit of a mess and he was panting a lot. Did he just run a fucking mile? What was he doing?

"U-Um…Sorry, did I come at a bad time?" I asked, biting my bottom lip and gnawing at it. Adam blushed furiously, and I think he was jacking off when I came in because, he was obviously half hard in his pants. Yea, I glanced down there. Those pants he's wearing are pretty baggy, but can defiantly define a hard on for poor Adam Lambert.

"N-No, just…sit on my bed, I'll be back in a minute…" he whispered, sliding out of the door and rushing to the bathroom. I sighed and walked over to his bed, sitting down and inhaling a little. It smelt like him. Coffee and lavender. But he tasted like sex and coffee. Not sure if that's a good thing or not, but whatever; it's all good…

A couple minutes later Adam walked back in with not-too stiff pants and a relieved smile on his face. I chuckled at the irony. First he caught me hard, now it seemed the tables have turned.

"What did you need? Sorry, I really had to…pee…" he said, shrugging and sitting next to me. What a fucking lie, Lambert. You know you can tell me that you got hard. What got you off in the first place? I was actually really curious as to why Adam had the intense need to jerk off his aching erection…What gave it to him in the first place?

"Well…Adam…I was thinking and…Um…" I blushed a little. Oh, fuck it. I glanced at him and got in his lap, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him gently on the lips. He gasped, and I took that opportunity to lay my tongue in his mouth and trace every inch of it. To be honest, this is what I've needed all along.

Adam was hesitant at first, but then soon relished in the kiss and lay back on his bed, pulling me up and sucking on my mouth, wrestling tongues. I moaned loudly and straddled his waist, tugging on his hair, loving the whimpers that fell from his mouth. I panted and pulled back, leaning down and placing my teeth on the freckled flesh of his neck and sucking, leaving a big and red hickey.

"T-Tommy…" he whispered, leaning his head to the side so that more of his neck was exposed to me. I grunted and licked at the vein in his pale skin and nipped at it, licking up his jaw line and to his lips where we placed them again. But I gasped when his cold fingertips ran up my shirt and to my hard nipples where he tugged at my nipple rings, causing me to shudder.

"O-Oh, fuck, Adam…" I moaned, and he chuckled clawing at my chest. I smiled and kissed him passionately again before pulling away and snuggling into his side. He breathed lightly, looking up at the ceiling in amazement. "Adam…" I whispered, clutching onto his shirt.

"Hm?" he asked, licking his lips and looking at me.

"I think I might really like you…"