Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display
I opened my eyes and I groaned, sitting up and feeling light. Like, I lost fifty pounds kind of light. I gasped and grabbed my stomach where I was completely flat. Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck happened? Why am I not big anymore? Does that mean I'm not pregnant? Like my entire pregnancy was some cruel nightmare where all the drama Adam and I went through was just my illusion. But it was so long, and it felt so real. Is Leo not reality? Does Adam still hate me? Did we honestly never love each other? Is God just fucking messing with my heart and toying with me…? Because if there is a God, he really, really, really hates me.
Beads of sweat made their way down my face and I looked around me, seeing a weird bedroom. It wasn't my bedroom. The walls were a faint baby blue and there was a crib in the corner. Stuffed animals and empty milk bottles were sprawled around the floor. It smelt like baby powder and coffee. Fuck?
"Oh, Glitterbaby, you're awake. I took Leo 'cause you were really tired. I let you sleep. Hope you don't pass out on me again." I looked up and Adam was standing there, smiling like a son of a bitch with a clump of pink blanket being held in his arms. What was he talking about? Leo…Our kid? Leo was born? No, I don't remember any of that so it's not possible that she's here with us. Just, no. How is that possible? "Sweetie, are you okay? Wanna see Leo? She's awake and squirming. She wants her mommy…" he cooed, walking over to me and sitting on the bed, passing me the blanket. He looked so happy, it made my heart swell and burst. Seeing him this happy was enough to make my happiness last forever. It was enough-
I looked down and gasped, my eyes widening. What…What the fuck was this thing? It wasn't a kid. It was a fucking demon. It was so terrifyingly disgusting, I almost gagged.
This thing Adam called Leo had blood-red eyes and shark-like teeth when it grinned. Its skin was gray and cracked open, bleeding. Blood was pouring out of its eyes, ears, and nose as it croaked. Its dilated pupils looked at me as if trying to hypnotize my very soul. The fucking thing smiled hideously and its throat rasped together to create a horror film noise. I yelled and threw the blanket against the wall, panting and jumping up from my bed.
Shaking, tears come into my eyes as I saw the demon fall to the floor and let out a painful wail. But it didn't sound like a monster. It sounded like a baby that was crying. But it wasn't a baby. It wasn't MY Leo. It didn't even resemble a human. What the fuck was that thing? And why in the name of hell did Adam take care of it like that? He was treating that piece of shit like it was my Leo!
"TOMMY! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" Adam screamed, rushing over to the blanket and picking it up, rocking the fucking demon back and forth like it was a human child. Adam glared at me and hissed. He walked up to me furious and spit in my face. My eyes were just wide in shock. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO LEO?" he screamed and I looked down at the demon. But it wasn't a beast anymore, it was a little girl. Her eyes were squinted lightly with tears in the corners. And they were a bright brown color. Like chocolate. Her hair was a dense red and she had the cutest freckles gracing her nose and lips. Her cheeks were plump and bright scarlet. But I could only notice the huge ass cut on her forehead that was bleeding down her face, mixing in with her tears. No, I didn't do that. I…I…
"L-Leo…It…It wasn't Leo, I…Adam!" I tried to reason with him, but he was walking past me, taking Leo with him. His slick legs moved quickly as he made his way down the hall. "I don't know what happened! I don't know what's happening! I'm so scared…" And much to my dismay, tears began pouring down my face as I followed him into the kitchen. I needed him to hug me, tell me everything was going to be okay. I wanted to lie in bed, Leo between us and just kiss, knowing we were family again. But that image of my daughter was haunting. What the fuck was happening? Why can't I be normal? I'm so fucking terrified…I needed him to comfort me right now.
"No, I get it. You don't want Leo. That's it. And I'll grant you that wish, Tommy…" he whispered, opening up a drawer and pulling out a thick and sharp knife. "You don't want Leo," he said again, raising the knife and in a flash stabbed what was contained into the pink blanket. My daughter's blood splattered on Adam's face, but he didn't have any emotion. His eyes stared blankly at me and his mouth was creased into a thin line. The red liquid that was once contained in a sweet girl dripped down his chin and temple. But he didn't care. He killed…
I screamed and the tears kept flowing. I was shaking and ready to throw up. "A-Adam…Y-You…Killed Leo!" I shouted, falling to my knees and sobbing into my hands. H-He killed my baby girl. Adam Lambert killed my daughter. How…I. She's dead. This isn't real. This is a fucking bad dream. A fucking nightmare! WAKE UP TOMMY JOE RATLIFF. WAKE THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT OF THIS HELLHOLE. YOU NEED TO GET A GRIP.
"That's what you wanted. And you don't want me anymore. I can't live with someone who didn't even want our daughter…" I raised my head just in time to see him put the tip of the knife into his chest and penetrate his flesh. Blood gushed out of his mouth as the blade went straight through his heart. He fell to his knees and on the ground.
I was surrounded by Leo's and Adam's blood, and the tears kept coming.
"Don't worry. It's just part of the pregnancy process. Too much stress can lead to dizziness and occasional faintness. He's fine, Adam. Don't freak out on me, man. I can't handle so much gay at once. First you tell me you got your boyfriend pregnant, then you freak out."
"Monte, he's the love of my life who's carrying my soon to be daughter. How can I not freak out? And if you say, 'don't rub your gay off on me' I swear to GOD I'll kill you."
I groaned, grasping my head and blinking lightly, tears clouding my vision. It was a dream? Another fucking dream? No, it was a nightmare. Adam killed Leo, then himself. Why is Adam dying all the time? Who's fucked up mind is this coming from? Mine, I know. But fuck, God is a retarded nugget. I mean is he a fucking homophobe. Like, seriously? Why does he hate me so much? Because I'm involuntarily pregnant? That bitch…
"Oh, Tommy! Thank God you're up!" Strong arms wrapped around me and I started bawling like a bitch again. Fuck me, why? I need to get a grip on all these tears. It can't be healthy, all this crying. But then again, I'm not in the best condition for a man anyway, so crying a lot shouldn't make much of a difference. "Glitterbaby, what's wrong?" he asked, scooting me over and sitting on the bed, placing me in his lap. He laid his head on mine and inhaled a little while I kissed his jaw over and over again.
"W-Where are we?" I whispered, burying my head into the crook of his neck. He's alive, that's good. No more death dreams. Jesus, no. I don't think I can handle this anymore. I'm dying on the inside. Sure, I may look okay, physically, but I'm dying. My insides are dead and my soul doesn't see a reason to live anymore. I know its fucking god awful, but all this stress and madness has gotten to me, and honestly, I'm sick of it fucking all. Just kill me now…But I want Leo alive.
"Hospital. Both you and your mother fainted, so I brought you here to see what's wrong." I tensed and he must have felt it. But he just laughed melodically again. That laugh will forever be my soothing noise. That and his singing of course, but he doesn't do that as often as laughing. But whatever, just his voice is amazing at this point. Just anything about him will make me happy to be alive. "Don't worry, baby. I brought you to Monte. He's my guitarist and a doctor, so he gave you an ultra sound and checked your blood pressure and shit. You're good. I feel like an idiot for not bringing you here earlier. I mean geeze…" Oh, well that's good. But wait, he knows I'm pregnant? Isn't that going to freak him the shit out? Adam seems to trust him, so I should too. I love Adam, so I have to trust his judgment and everything about his ever living soul.
"H-Hospital…How's L-Leo?" I asked, sobbing through my words and trying to see my beautiful boyfriend's face. It was so comforting at times like this. All I had to do was look into his eyes, and everything automatically felt better. But that was good in this case because I was breaking down on the inside. Quit literally too. I could feel my heart shattering and trying to heal itself, but it wasn't working. His eyes made my mind feel better; however, my body was physically drained. But I couldn't tell him that, he was so happy. And I don't want to tell Monte that because he might just say it's bad to the kid and it'll kill this great mood. Even though I'm dying on the inside. No one will be able to witness these horrific dreams I've been having.
"She's fine. In fact…I'm positive she's a girl! Lookie!" He grinned like a child and held up some black and gray images that were swirled together, but resembled a fetus. I gasped and grabbed the ultra sound picture. She looked like a squirrel, but that was Leo. That was my little Leo. My baby girl. And once again, like the gay pregnant man I was, I began crying and Adam groaned, Monte just smiled, leaving us alone, telling us we could be dismissed whenever we wanted.
"Babe, stop crying, you're freaking me the hell out…" Adam sighed, squeezing me and kissing the corner of my eye. I knew he was trying to make me feel better, but honestly, it wasn't helping. If anything, it was just making me cry more because he truly was here. But I've had two awful dreams in a row, and something is telling me they're not going to end any time soon. And sooner or later, I'm going to die from it all.
"I'm sorry, it's just…"
"I know, come on, lets go…" he murmured, picking me up bridal style and walking out of the room's door, leaving the hospital. Thank fuck, I hate that place. Not only because I'm in there for all the wrong reasons, but because it's a fucking hospital. Hello, who the hell liked that shit? Plus, it's just a sign of what's to come. Childbirth…Shuddering, I bit my bottom lip, dreading what was to come. I'm a big prognosticator if you haven't already noticed. I hate doing shit. I sighed, holding the pictures of Leo close to my chest (like the wind would blow them away) but then putting it in the glove compartment when Adam set me in the seat of his car… It would be best to keep those secret if you know what I mean. Haha, if my mom were to see that she would…
"So what's up with my mom?" I asked. Is it bad that I wasn't even worrying about her? Shit, she's going to disown me, I can feel it. Just…No…I can't think about that too. Just more shit on top of a lot more shit. Adam shrugged, holding his hand out to me while he settled into his seat and started the car, driving out of the parking lot. His finger nails were painted black. Fucking sexy.
"When she fainted, I just put her in her bed and threw you in the car, rushing ya to the hospital. She's fine, just a bitch." I smiled, taking his hand, but then gasped when I was whipped lashed and bashed my head on the dashboard. I groaned and looked through the windshield to see Brad in front of the car looking as pissed off as hell. Oh, that's great. Just what I need, more drama and another headache. I really should have asked Monte what stress did to this kid. Because if I keep up with all this, my kid is going to come out a lawyer. Yea, I have no idea where that came from, but it sounded smart…I need some moral support here! JESUS.
"You okay?" Adam yelled, eyes widening and kissing my forehead where there was a growing bruise. Ouch…I nodded anyway and he sighed. His blue eyes glanced outside then he looked back at me and smiled a little. "Let me take care of this…" He sighed once again, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before letting go of my hand and stepping out of the car towards Brad.
I sighed a little, my sad eyes looking down at my stomach. It wasn't flat, thank god. What did Brad want? Seriously? Can't our life just be full of normalness and non-doucheyness? This doesn't seem right. For one person to be so fucked up. I looked back up and wished I hadn't. Brad's lips were locked on Adam's, his eyes shut. And it didn't look like Adam was trying to get away. In fact, I saw his mouth open and spit being exchanged. Their tongues touched and wrestled before they began fucking each other's mouth again. Rage boiled within me, but then I had to remember that stress and anger wasn't good for Leo. Think of the kid, Tommy Joe. The father may be a lying bastard, but she needs another dad…
So I very calmly got out of the car and stormed up to Brad and Adam, pushing them apart. "FUCK ADAM!" I screamed, glaring at Brad for a second before turning my attention to my maybe ex-boyfriend. He looked in a daze, but genuinely ashamed. Oh, he needed a lesson. And he needed it hard and good. Something that would snap him out of his horny beast stage and make him realize he has a giant ass responsibility!
"N-No, Tommy, it's…He…I…"
"No, this is what it feels like when your supposed boyfriend makes out with some other man!" I hissed, wrapping my hand behind Brad's head and locking lips with his, licking his bottom lip. He moaned, wrapping his arms around my neck. I smiled a little, liking the taste of him. Mm, cherry. Normally, it's coffee I taste. And his lips were so fucking plump too. Damn, he was a good kisser. Erection worthy, I tell you. I groaned, wrapping my arms around his waist and closing my eyes, grinding my hips into his and if I didn't mistake it, I could hear Adam groan a bit.
"W-Wait…Oh, god…" My boyfriend moaned a little and I opened one eye, glancing at him to see him rubbing his cock like he was trying to get off at this sight. That made me moan, which made Brad moan. One long chain of horny teenage boys moaning. Hot, fucking hot. "I-I…Let's go to my house you sexy bitches," Adam hissed, pulling us apart and practically dragging me and Brad to the car. He threw us in the back seat and quickly hopped into the driver's seat. Of course, that didn't stop me and the brunette from feeling each other. I couldn't help it. I was so fucking horny for some reason. Was it part of being pregnant? I don't think so. But I wanted sex, and I wanted it now. I needed to stop thinking and just focus on this pretty boy in front of me.
Brad lay back on the seats and I straddled him, lust covering my eyes as I bit his neck and he yelped a bit, causing Adam to groan again and mumble something that sounded like, 'Don't make me come back there'. But I didn't care. I wanted to be inside Brad and him inside of me. Fuck him until he's screaming my fucking name. And I don't know if I'm fully capable of fucking someone considering I've been the one that's been screwed, but I've seen Adam plenty times and he was the master of pleasure and pain, so I can rightfully say I've learned from a pro (even if he's only banged two guys).
He grabbed my covered dick and I gasped, biting his neck harder and licking at his collar bone. He moaned, rubbing the palm of his open hand up and down my growing erection. I whimpered, crouching down and biting his nipple through his shirt. He took in a sharp gasp. My spit seeped through the fabric, coating it. I shut my eyes enjoying the taste of him and the feel of his small frame.
Next thing I knew, Adam pulled me off of Brad and kissed me hard. I whimpered, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me up the stairs to his apartment, Brad quickly behind. Adam kicked the door open, immediately shutting it when the other male entered. My boyfriend rammed me against the door, sucking my collar bone and getting squished into me when Brad pressed hard against him. I groaned, smirking.
"Adam Lambert sandwich…" I cooed, running my fingers through his hair. He smiled at me, but then growled when Brad rubbed his hard erection into his covered ass. I whimpered a bit, getting smashed into the door, and having Adam's dick shoved into my stomach didn't help. I don't know if it was weird or what, I but wanted to touch it, give him the best blow job of his life.
"Boys, let's get more comfortable…" he suggested, taking off my shirt and quickly turned around and unzipping Brad's pants. Brad wrapped one arm around Adam's neck and kissed him. I didn't mind, I was so fucking horny, I just wanted a hand on my dick and pumping it until I was empty. And that's exactly what Brad did. While he was tongue fucking Adam, he slyly unzipped my pants (like a sneaky motherfucker) and fumbled with my button, eyes closed while he enjoyed Adam's hand running up his shirt and flicking his nipples. I was getting the best seat in the house.
I moaned and helped him by taking off my pants and boxers. His hand curled around my throbbing and leaking cock. He moved his hand up and down dryly and I started gnawing on my bottom lip while I grabbed Adam's hair and yanked it. He whimpered away from Brad's mouth and began to suck on his collar bone while Brad jerked me off. O-Oh, fucking Jesus lord in hell. He was so good. He must be either jerking off constantly, or his hand is a fucking god. Adam didn't even jerk me off this well, and that's saying something!
"Come Tommy. Come on…" Adam murmured against Brad's skin, undoing his own belt and letting his pants fall down. I whimpered, leaning my head back while abusing my boyfriend's scalp. The brunette squeezed his eyes shut and began to kiss my arm. I finally exploded on Brad's hand and he took it to his mouth and licked it, crouching down and tackling me to the ground. I moaned, my arms being pinned down, but loosely enough where I could easily snake them away. My flaccid dick wasn't going to remain that way for long with the way Brad was abusing me.
"That's right. You two get nice and feisty with each other. I'm gonna sit here and watch…" Adam murmured, sitting on the couch while I and his best friend wrestled on the ground which involved sucking, licking, and touching each other's dicks. I could hear Adam whimper lightly as he whipped out his own cock and began to pump it at the sight of the person bearing his child and his best friend practically raped each other through their clothes. He bit his bottom lip while Brad licked my temple, gnawing on my sweaty hair while I panted and bucked my naked hips into his. I tugged on Brad's hair as he tugged on my nipple with his teeth. "FUCK!" I giggled a little, hearing Adam come.
"Can we take this into the bedroom?" Brad panted and I grinned. Those were the first words I heard coming out of his mouth. Now if you told me I would be four months pregnant when I would have a threesome with Adam Lambert and Brad Bell, I would have called you an idiot and probably slapped the ever living shit out of you. But damn, you've got some pretty fucking good physic powers.
I was lifted up by Adam and I smiled, leaning my head into his chest as Brad followed us taking off his shirt and I smirked a little, looking up at Adam.
"Don't forget to use a condom."