I groaned, clenching my stomach and rolling to my side, panting lightly. I was going to puke again, I knew it. But I was wrong. I didn't throw up. Instead I dry heaved onto my pillow. And we all know that's a thousand times worse then actually throwing up. I wanted to die. This pounding migraine was doing wonders for the false nausea pulsating in my stomach. Fuck me. Wasn't Adam coming over today? Yea, he was going to tutor me, that's just freaking great. And he probably wasn't even going to keep his promise of not fucking me. He was such a horny sex beast. A fucking slut. Whore. Skank. Hoe. I don't even think he evaluates situations with his brain. Just his fucking penis. That fucking douche bag. If he even lays a finger on me, I swear to god I'll rip his tiny dick off and throw it to a group of flesh eating piranhas. Then I'll rip off his pretty boy face and light it on fire. HE'S SUCH A FUCKING BITCH.
That's not true. He was kind to me yesterday. Yes, I remember. He picked me up and carried me to my house because I wasn't feeling well. He said that I was sick and shouldn't be walking home. He was going to say something special to me, but my mother interrupted him. I wonder how his sentence was going to end. God, he was really nice. Not only that but completely gorgeous and caring. He said that he wouldn't screw me this tutoring session because I'm sick. Such a sweetheart.
Wait, hold the fucking phone. Is this a mood swing I'm experiencing? At one point Adam's the devil, now he's fucking God? Oh, HELL no. I groaned, grabbing my head and stumbling to the bathroom to take a shower. Fuck, I needed to get a grip. This is just some really bad dream after taking too much medicine for something completely random. Or it's the pot speaking. Hopefully that. Yea, pot can do some crazy shit to you. But I knew I was fucking pregnant and this was the end of my life. Wasn't that the great thing about being gay? You never have to worry about popping out kids? Just adopt or get a surrogate mother to bare your child…? Whatever, my head hurts and I just want hop into the shower.
My eyes gazed into the mirror and once again, I didn't like what I saw. Palpable bags were clear under my brown eyes. I hadn't been sleeping much because I was always getting up for a midnight snack. Either something sweet (chocolate milk was my craving at the moment) or something salty. Mm, salt Lay's chips. That sounds so good right now. My hair didn't fair much better. I don't think I've taken a shower in like, two weeks. So it was a greasy mess. Listen, don't say that's gross. I haven't had much time on my hands since discovering the impossible. It's not my fault I was the spawn of Satan that was blessed with this curse. Man.
I stripped out of my sweaty and old clothes and slowly entered the pounding shower, groaning in pleasure. Oh, this felt really good. So good in fact. My muscles became soothed, and I didn't feel the need to throw up anymore. It was like a simple shower could make all the bad things go away. I moaned lightly as the cold water hit my flaming skin. But I didn't know why I was so hot. I felt like the sun was pounding in through my shower curtain. I wouldn't be surprised if my flesh began to sizzle. Did I have a fever? I read on the internet that you don't get a fever from pregnancy, but your body temperature rises and falls as it pleases. Fucking fantastic.
With a frown, my eyes averted to my stomach where it remained the same size. Pretty skinny, but it's been what? About six weeks? Fuck, do I need to get a fucking ultra sound? Shit, I really hope not. I don't think I can just go up to a doctor and be like, 'Bitch, give me an ultra sound for my growing baby!' Yea, that won't work. Whatever, I'll figure it out later. I tried not to think about it much as I shampooed, conditioned, and rinsed my blond and black hair off with my favorite coconut flavored condiments. Fuck it. I enjoy prognosticating. Well, it's not that I enjoy it, but it's an old habit that is pretty hard to break. And I'm sure it'll suck in this situation.
There was a knock at the door (making me jump slightly. I was in a dream land and that fucking noise broke me back to reality) and my mother's soft voice drifted into my ear. "Sweetie, Adam's here early. He wanted to know if you were okay. So once you get out, you can start. I'm going shopping and to the salon. I'll be back in a couple hours. Bye, honey." I heard the click of her boots and she was gone. Okay…So once she leaves I'll be home alone with Adam. That's great. Not.
Man, he's already here? Thanks a lot, Mr. Lambert. You're making my life a lot easier. I'm being sarcastic by the way. He's making everything more difficult if anything. With my mother gone, he'll just have more motivation to plow me because we can be as loud as possible. Isn't Lily paying him? Yea, for helping me learn school stuff. So if I'm still getting F's after him helping me, she'll probably fire him. Is that a good thing? Man, maybe we should be learning math instead of learning about each others' bodies…
Suddenly the door opened and my eyes whipped to the open door to see Adam Lambert smirking his ass off. His eyes were burning into my flesh. I yelped and tried covering myself up, but I ended up just grabbing the clear curtain (don't ask me why it's clear. Lily has a fetish with transparent objects), tripping causing the shower curtain to snap off from the hinges and both myself and the clear plastic fell forward. Ended up I was on the ground with my ass in the air and groaning. Suddenly I felt my left cheek stinging. Great. Not only does he cause me pain, he spanks my fucking ass. My face was burning from my intense blush and I groaned in pain.
"Nice ass. Damn, you're one sexy loser," he cooed, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back, attacking my lips. He was on one knee so he was at my height (since I was still on the ground). His tongue grazed against my lower lip, waiting for access, but I didn't grant it to him. This motherfucker got me pregnant. The last thing I wanted to do was grant him a wish (even though it would make my life a hell of a lot easier to just go with his orders). His eyes crossed mine and I shivered from his cold stare. Fuck. He pulled away and held his hand out for me to take. I blushed lightly and took it, quickly grabbing a towel and covering my waist. "Oh, come on. I'm already seen it all…" he mused, shutting the door and locking it. "No need to be ashamed or hide it. You're pretty big."
"Haven't you ever heard of privacy?" I mumbled, avoiding his penetrating gaze. Then he laughed his same melodic laugh, making me blush even more.
"I have, but I'm not good at giving it. But I do give a lot of things good," he mused, smirking and I couldn't help but look at him.
His eyes seemed to be covered in lust and want. Nothing more. And honestly, I still didn't feel like having sex. I read online (yesterday when I came home, I immediately went on the computer to look up pregnancy and all that shit. And after reading it all, I knew I was defiantly pregnant) that you shouldn't have sex for the first three months or else it could harm the baby. And I was only about a month in, so that can't be good. "I'm gonna fuck you until you're screaming my name, Babyboy…" he cooed, grabbing my hair and yanking me back. I involuntarily moaned and glared at him. As much as I didn't want to enjoy his kinky nature, I couldn't help it.
Wait, did he just call me "Babyboy"? Now he's giving me nicknames? Where on earth did that come from? Is that like a sex name or something? Like kitten or puppy? No, I got fucking Babyboy. I mean, sure it had somewhat of a nice ring to it, but that's all. Nothing too special. Why couldn't it have been something more manly, or at least less demeaning. Dude. BABYBOY?
"I'm still not feeling well!" I shouted, pushing him, but he seemed to like being a sexual deviant and growled, attacking my neck and finding my weak spot. I moaned, feeling myself get hard beneath his knee. His teeth bit into my flesh and he sucked, causing my heaving chest to meld into his. Fuck me. I can't do this. Not only do I want to not fuck right now, but I can't afford to like…I don't know. Shit, I'm so messed up. "GET OFF!" I yelled, lifting my hands up to his chest and pushing him. But he was bigger than me in both height and weight. He'll over power me, and we both knew it.
Adams' eyes went wild and he glared. "Fuck's wrong with you?" he asked, kneeing my groin and rubbing it rapidly. I moaned, arching my head back and panting lightly into the air. "You love it don't you? You want to screw me? Plow me? Don't you, I know you do…" What the hell was he talking about? I don't want any of that! He was here to teach me math, or whatever, not shove his dick in my ass. It didn't even sound appealing at this point. But my body stated otherwise. It was just yearning for more.
"N-No sex…" I whimpered, trailing my hands to his neck where I pushed him forward, grasping his lips within mine. I was thinking that maybe if I put him in a heated make-out session he would just forget about sex. I knew it was hopeful thinking, but at this point, what other choice do I have? But then in the back of my brain, I was thinking, maybe a tongue to tongue make-out session will get him even hornier and begging for more than just my mouth. So, I pulled away and tried to look serious, even though I was so turned on right now. With his knee against my groin, I could see my vision getting fuzzy with ecstasy.
"A-Adam, I need to tell you something…" I moaned into his hair, gripping his shoulders tightly as his hand slipped under the towel (my only cover up). His fingers curled around my throbbing member and I gasped, biting his neck and panting lightly. He moaned and licked my cheek, sucking on it before trailing butterfly kissed down to my collar bone where his tongue kind of ran around on my chest, inhaling my nipple.
"What's up, Babyboy?" he asked against my hard nipple, rubbing his professional hand back and forth, back and forth. It felt like complete heaven. Shit, this felt good. I'd let him give me a blow job, and hell I'd give him one, just no sex. Anything will do except one dick up an ass. "Tell me. You can tell me anything," he clarified, kissing my lips and pumping me. His hips ground into mine, and I could feel his own erection against my leg.
"Do you promise to listen to me not matter what comes out of my m-mouth?" I asked, closing my eyes and taking in deep breathes. His mouth was so expertise about this entire sucking, licking and kissing thing. Either he practices a lot, or he was a goddamn natural at it. Either way, it felt more than good. I was in fucking ecstatic right now.
"Stop stalling and tell me…" he murmured, trailing one hand up to my hair and tugging on it, trying to get me off and come faster. I didn't come right then, but I was defiantly getting off and moaning his name (which he seemed to like a lot).
"Y-You're not going to believe me when I tell you. You'll think I'm lying. A-And…Adaaamm…" I moaned, clenching my eyes shut and gnawing on my bottom lip. Shit, I was gonna come, I was gonna-
And right over his hand I exploded from his jerking hand. He grinned at me and lifted his hand back up, licking each of his fingers individually of the white substance that covered them. "You taste nicely. My little sex toy knows exactly what I want." And with that, he turned me around (slamming me against the wall I mind you), ridding me of my towel and I could hear him fussing with his belt. Shit, no. Be strong Tommy Joe. Be strong.
"A-Adam! We can't have sex!" I yelled, trying to keep my body from convulsing. Hey, I can't help it. He makes me want to orgasm. I mean, shit. Have you seen Adam Lambert? He's the most sexy, badass motherfucker alive and if he were about to fuck you, I know you would want to orgasm. But I needed to keep my fit under control. Not only for me, but for a fucking person inside of me. "Shit, just stop and listen to me!"
His hand was pushing my head into the wall and I was utterly incapable of removing him with physical force, so it would have to be verbal if anything. Even though I knew it wouldn't make a difference to him either way. He was in dominance role, and it was going to remain that way.
"What?" Adam yelled, pinning my arms above my head and rubbing his covered erection on my opening. Shit, do I really tell him? I can't just tell him that I'm pregnant. That'll just be plan weird. I know I'd be freaked out, and Adam is gonna shun me, I just know it. But what other choice do I have? He's the father…Mother…Well, whatever, I have to tell him something! I can't just leave him hanging in hopes that at the nine months period of this fucking pregnancy he'll just be like, 'Oh, what's that? You're pregnant! Jubilation!' With a huge grin on his face. No, I can't.
"I'm…" I gulped and I heard him growl against me skin. "I'm…going to tell everyone that you're fucking me. Then when everyone in the school knows you're gay and screwing a loser, your reputation as the king of the school will go down the drain faster then you can lube up your own dick right now!" I yelled, pushing myself from the wall with all the strength I could muster up, knocking him down to the ground. I stepped over him and ran to my room. I quickly got on a pair of boxers, but that was all I could get dressed in because I was tackled onto my bed with a panting Adam straddling me. He looked hot, boy will I tell you. And just from looking at him in this angle, I was getting hard again.
His eyelids were lightly coated with shimmer and navy blue eye shadow in a smoky kind of way. His lips looked as if they had lip gloss, and now that I think about it, when he kissed me, he tasted like cherries. His hair wasn't gelled back. It kind of looked like a black bed head. And it was nice, cool, relaxing. It was just fucking sexy. His shirt was a simple red Bowie (I love Bowie, so does he? Man, he's got good taste in music), and his freckled arms were exposed. It wasn't until now that I realized he was a ginger by heart. Oh, that would make for some great ass taunting later on. And last but not least, his legs were covered in brown genuine leather skinny jeans with his all famous leopard boots. Shit, he was gorgeous.
"Just…Tommy. I'm…" His eyes stared deeply into mine, but then he looked away, blushing. Oh, this was just too good. Was I making him nervous? The all mighty Adam Lambert nervous? Priceless…But didn't this happen yesterday when he was attempting to tell me something? "I think you're…" He gulped, pinning my arms above my head on my bed. His legs were straddled against my waist. Oh, so he was going to finish his sentence from yesterday? I don't know. I think you're… I've been wondering what he was going to say until my mother inputted. "I think you're…Special…" he murmured lightly, bending his head down and burying it into the crook of my neck as if trying to escape this awkward situation.
I gasped lightly, eyes widening and stiffening from anxiousness. Did he just say I was special? No, I must have heard him wrong. That can't be right. Adam couldn't have said I was special. No. He's treated like crap for like, ever. And suddenly I'm special towards him? Someone smart would automatically think that this was a trap of meaningless, hope and desire but I really liked hearing him say that. Fuck me. And I would have loved to hear him say it a thousand more times.
"I'm pregnant." I bit my tongue after I said that because he raised his head and looked at me like I was insane with a thick black eyebrow raised.
"What?"