Second chapter! :) I don't own, didn't happen, same old. :/ (I'm STILL trying to get Copyrights to Adam and Tommy XD) Hmm…anyone ever wanna see Tommy in some sexy-lace-leather-chain-fishnet bra thing? Same, lmao. Too bad I suck at drawing :P Feel free to, just credit me please ;) And send me the link!

This chapter's in Adam's POV ;P

And Natalie's a made up character.

**After the Concert**(I'm being a lazy ass lol)

I jogged off stage, panting for breathe from excitement, the notes I'd hit, the dancing, the adrenaline…everything. The kiss of the night kept replaying through my mind as I grabbed a water bottle and untwisted the cap, taking a swig. I grinned to myself, clapping Monte's shoulder as he passed. He'd pulled me back in. When I had broken the kiss, Tommy had used his hand on my back to push me back towards him. Making sure no one was around, I did a fist pump and a little victory dance, grinning stupidly. I could still hear the crowd going crazy. I walked back to the dressing room and into the small bathroom. I ran the water in the sink and put my head under it, gasping at how cold it was. I scrubbed my fingers through my hair to get all the spray, gel, and sweat out. I washed my face of make-up as well and padded back into my room, changing into a pair of loose black jeans and a gray v-neck with a leather jacket over. I straightened my hair and put on another layer of liner, just in case any fans spotted me sneaking around. I left the stage area and jogged off, just wandering. One of the shops drew my attention, the smell of fried dough making my stomach rumble. "Hi." I leaned my chin on my fist as I propped my elbow on the counter. "Hi…" The girl turned around, and gasped. "OHMIGOD!" She squealed. I smiled charmingly at her. The reactions I got from people were amusing and incredibly flattering at the same time. It was still hard to wrap my head around being famous and having fans. "Adam Lambert?" "Yup." I laughed. "Uhm...can I have your autograph?" She stammered shyly, her eyes lit up and shining and her cheeks flushed. "Sure." I took the ever-present sharpie out of my pocket as she grabbed a napkin, looking as if she wished she had something better. "What's your name?" "Natalie." I signed my autograph with a flourish and then scrawled a note beneath in cursive.

'To the lovely Natalie. Glad to have you as a fan!'

Natalie took it, still looking flushed and excited. "So, what can I get you?" She asked eagerly. "I don't know." I admitted. "What do you sell here?" She gaped at me, then laughed. "I forgot. You're American. We sell beavertails here." "You sell WHAT?" My eyes widened, and she started laughing again. "Not literally." She assured me. "It's fried dough in the shape of a beavertail." "Oh. Okay. I'll take one, please." My thoughts flashed to Tommy, and I knew the gorgeous blonde would like beavertails without a doubt. "Make that two." I corrected quickly, and gave her a sly smirk. 'This should spark a few fanfics…' "One for Tommy." Her eyes widened and she bit her lip in excitement. "Okay. What kind?" "Surprise me." She nodded and practically ran off to get them.

**Backstage **

I walked backstage carrying two apple cinnamon beavertails. I shouldered the door open and se them down on the vanity. "Adam…" "Tommy! I was looking for you! I bought this really cool pasty thing called a…" My voice died in my throat as I turned around. Tommy was wearing the bra-thing I had bought, and a pair of tight, like, super-tight-so-that-it's-practically-your-first-skin black leather shorts. I bit my lip to hold back a moan just looking at him, and I was glad that my jeans were loose. Tommy smiled seductively as padded towards me, and my mouth went dry. He backed me against the vanity, pressing against me and grinding a bit, purring. I gasped. "What were you saying?" He asked innocently, looking up at me from underneath his lashes, fluttering them. "Shut up and kiss me." I growled, leaning down and capturing Tommy's lips. The kiss was heated, and Tommy was the first to pull away. He took my bottom lip with his teeth and tugged a little bit, swiping his tongue across my top lip. Emotions were swirling through me. When had Tommy become so…aggressive, bold and dominant? Hell, when had he been bi, or even gay? Okay, that was bull. I hadn't believed the 'straight' charade for long. But still. "Tommy…" I gasped as he rubbed his hand up and down my chest. "So, babyboy…is it sexy on me?" He asked huskily. I laughed. "Glitterbaby, it's MORE than sexy on you. It's…God." I shook my head and twined the chains around my hands, yanking him forwards for another kiss. Tommy smiled, and pulled away again. "I know you're horny, babyboy, and as much as this outfit has sex appeal, I only did this to catch your attention." I stared at him. "Catch my attention? Tommy…You ALWAYS have my attention. Always." Tommy smiled, flushing with pleasure. "That's…good. Adam…Look. I really, really, REALL-Y like you. A lot." I smiled, watching Tommy suddenly turn nervous and start stammering. "And…I just want you to know that. I know I said I was straight, but…I guess I was in denial or something. Adam…I love you." I stroked Tommy's hair away from his face gently, and leaned down to softly press my lips against his. "I love you too, Tommy." The kiss quickly turned heated. I broke away, and looked at the cooling-beavertails on the vanity. A slow smirk spread across my face as I looked back at Tommy, cocking an eyebrow. Tommy flushed, but smirked right back at me, leaning forwards to scoop up some of the sauce, he wiped it along my lips and leaned forwards to lick it off afterwards. I picked up Tommy's hand and sucked the sauce off his finger. "This is going to be…interesting." I murmured, and Tommy laughed as he kissed me. I pulled my shirt off, and he leaned forwards for more sauce as he kissed down my chest. "Very." He agreed.

Well? ; ) Hope ya liked. Mmm, just imagining Tommy in that bra…XD Please review!