"Tommy, sweetheart, are you okay?" Cam asked, knocking on the bathroom door. "We need to get to the venue quickly. The show starts in about an hour…" she mused, frowning at Tommy's heaving coming from the other side of the door. He had been in there for about an hour already, and everyone had already done their make-up and everything. They were just waiting for the bassist who seemed to be moving in slow motion. And he didn't look well either…

Tommy whimpered, wiping his mouth and rubbing his eyes, drinking some water to wash his tongue. He felt like shit. After two fucks in a row, his body was screaming in soreness and agony. He doesn't know if he'll be able to actually perform without collapsing or cringing every time he moved. His ass was sore, his stomach hurt like a bitch, and he was physically exhausted. He frowned, fixing his hair and make-up so he didn't look like complete shit. Though it didn't help. Tommy was pale to begin with, but now he was like a ghost and his eyes were sunken in. He sighed, walking out and forcing on smile.

"I'm sorry, I'm fine. Let's…go," he said, coughing a little and walking out the door with her. The band was already piled in except for him and Cam. They sat in there, with Tommy being across from Adam. The singer eyed the blond, but he didn't look at him. He was as pissed as fuck at the stupid asshole. He used to think Adam was the sweetest person in the entire world. But the words still rang in his head…

"Thanks, bitch!"

Tommy clenched his jaw and tried to keep tears from coming to his eyes. He still remembered the fucking pain he felt from being screwed with Adam's big dick. It hurt like shit…Then he just left him there on the ground in pain. Even though he knew Adam could hear him crying, he didn't give it a second thought. To Tommy, Adam was just a fucking whore…But he still couldn't help but have his heart ache in the desire for Adam's comfort…

"You okay, Tommy?" Adam asked, looking at him oddly.

"Fine, Adam. Thanks for asking," Tommy snapped back harshly, venom dripping in his voice. With those words, he literally bit Adam's head off. The air was filled with tension and awkwardness. No one spoke and Adam's heart pounded. Why was Tommy being such a bitch to him? For god sakes, he screwed him! Shouldn't the blond be happy? God…

The show was going well, the crowd was so energetic, and the band was all pumped up, except for Tommy. He hardly smiled and he didn't even whip his hair like he usually did. He just stood there like a doll, facing to the crowd and strummed his bass according to the note but there was hardly any emotion in his playing.

"Welcome to the Glam Nation tour guys! How is everybody doing today?" Adam spoke through his microphone to his fans, smiling wide to the crowd. The singer looked down the stage where his fans were. He really loved his fans, they are the reason why he is able to stand there that night, going on a tour and doing promos for his first album. "Okay, let's continue with our next song, I know you love this song," Adam smirked, giving the crowd a wink. The crowd went wild after they heard the band play the beginning to Fever.

"There he goes, my baby walks so slow, SEXUAL! Tic-tac-toe, yeah, I know we both know it isn't time…" Adam sang. He looked suspiciously at Tommy because the blond was supposed to come closer to him to do fan service but Tommy just stood there, strumming his bass, daydreaming while looking at the crowd. Adam then decided to go to Tommy himself. "Tommy, kiss me…" Adam said through his microphone and the crowd went wild. Tommy realized he had been daydreaming and almost missed the fan service. He was still annoyed with Adam but he gave him a peck on the lips anyway.

But Adam wasn't satisfied with a simple peck. The singer opened his mouth wide and sucked on Tommy's mouth, wrestling tongues with him. Tommy groaned and tried to pull away, but Adam grabbed the back of his head and forced him closer. There was lips smacking and spit be exchanged aggressively. Once Adam had had his fill, he sneered and licked his lips, spanking Tommy's ass. "Such a pretty toy, Tommy Joe is, huh?" Adam asked into his microphone and the crowd erupted in approval.

Tommy, however, disapproved of being called a toy because frankly, that's all he felt to Adam. Being Adam's little fuck toy and nothing more. But Tommy wanted something so much more with the singer. After their first loving experience in the shower, Tommy wanted to be with Adam, cuddle with him, and kiss him and everything boyfriends, not fuck toys, would do with each other. Just the thought brought tears to Tommy's' eyes, but he held them back. He wasn't going to cry for Adam anymore.

When Brooke came over and hugged Tommy's waist like she normally did during the Fever song, he hissed lightly with the pressure on his stomach. She stiffened and released him, glancing at the blond as she danced. He just shrugged and looked at the ground sadly. Everything was sucking for him. He hated this. Nothing was going right and he really wished it was. This fucking sucked.

The rest of the show went by in a blur and Tommy didn't even know what song they had played, he just kind of strummed his strings soullessly. When it finally ended, the bassist didn't stay to meet the fans. He didn't want too. Taking pictures and hugging people wasn't on his to do list at the moment. He just wanted to get to the hotel and get good nights sleep. So, he snuck out the back doorway and made his way to the limo where he opened the door and slid in, snuggling up to the corner of the seat and shutting his eyes, breathing lightly. He would just take a small nap while he waited for the rest of the band…

Tommy budged a little, slowly gaining conscious from his little nap. He felt something wet on his lips which awoke him from his nap. His eyes fluttered open when he realized someone was trying to shove his or her tongue into his mouth. The blond gasped, realizing it was Adam! Tommy laid his hands on Adam's chest and pushed the singer away from him. The blond wiped his mouth and yelled loudly, "Fuck, Adam! What the fuck are you doing?"

Adam smirked slyly at Tommy and answered "Isn't that obvious? I want to kiss your sexy lips…" Adam leaned in to Tommy, trying to grab the blonds' lips but he flinched away from the singer.

"Go away! I am not in the mood for kissing right now," Tommy whined.

"Okay, never mind the kiss because I'm going to fuck you hard right here and right now whether you want it or not!" Adam tried to grab Tommy's body to bring him closer to him but he failed; the blond swiftly moved away from the singer, heading to the limo's door. But before he could open the door, he felt Adam's hand grabbing him on his waist from the back.

The singer pulled and smashed his bassist's body to the limo's seat, straddling the blond. "Where do you think you're going, bitch?" Adam asked Tommy with a very harsh tone and the singer slapped the poor little guy hard in the face. Tommy was taken aback by the slap; he didn't expect Adam to slap him. Adam went down to Tommy's neck and then bit his sensitive neck hard before sucking on it. Tommy couldn't help but moan.

Adam got off from the blond and began to unbuckle his bassist's pants. Tommy resisted Adam by pushing his hands away before the singer could reach his pants.

"No, please Adam! I don't want this!" cried Tommy, trying to push the singer's body away from him.

"You're lying Tommy! I know you enjoy getting fucked by me." Adam once again pulled Tommy to him and pinned his bassist down on the limo's floor.

He shoved his hand under the blonds' shirt but stopped when he heard his bassist cries. He looked up at Tommy's face and to his surprise, tears was streaming down the blonds' cheeks. His face showed how sad and afraid the blond was.

But, instead of feeling sorry for the broken male, he just got more off from the whimpers. The singer absolutely loved it when the person he was screwing cried and got weak on him. It just made him feel more dominate in every way… "You're such a drama queen, Tommy…" he mused, smirking as he pinched Tommy's nipple and lowered his mouth down to the blonds' pants. He took the zipper within his teeth and pulled it down, growing hard as he heard Tommy whimper louder. He sounded like he was in pain and distress. It was just too fucking glorious…

"A-Adam! What's wrong with y-you? Why a-are you doing this?" Tommy blubbered, trying to see Adam through all his tears. But the brunet didn't respond. Instead, he shoved the bassist's pants and boxers to the ground and grabbed the back of his knees, lifting them up with a wild smirk on his face.

"Because you make a great fuck buddy, Tommy Joe," Adam hissed, undoing and removing his own pants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. His eyes were practically black from lust and desire.

"W-Wait, Adam, I-"

But before Tommy could finish his sentence, as Adam rammed his erection in Tommy's ass, not giving a second thought. The blond bawled, reaching up and grabbing Adam's hair, tugging on it roughly in a futile attempt to get the singer off of him. Unfortunately, the hair tugging just made Adam pound harder and harder until Tommy was bleeding.

"Fuck! Fuck TOMMY!" he yelled, opening his eyes and looking at the tear faced man before him. He looked physically exhausted and his eyes were red and swollen from crying so much, but Adam looked past all that just saw his tool. His fucker. He was great. Like a living sex doll.

"A-Adam! It h-hurts so much!" Tommy wailed, his entire body feeling like it was on fire. Dying sounded better then this rape. He was getting raped by Adam Lambert. The person he loved. It didn't sound right. What had happened to the person he loved? Where was the kind sweet Adam everyone saw? What happened? He didn't even know he loved Adam until they exchanged that one intimate moment in the shower, but now…Now he doesn't know what to think anymore!

"GOOD! That means I'm doing it right…" he hissed, leaning down and sucking on the blonds' mouth, moaning as he kept thrusting his hard cock into Tommy. The bassist moaned loudly and clawed at Adam's chest, trying to get away. FUCK. He had to get the HELL away. So he mustered up all the strength in his little body and punched Adam hard across the face. The singer gasped, and fell back, exiting out of Tommy in the process. The blond whimpered, quickly pulling his pants up and scrambling to the door and whipping it open as he ran out and away from the car. He could feel the blood drip down his legs as he ran…

Tommy ran and ran like he was being chased by a serial killer. He didn't even know where he was running to. All he had in mind was to get as far away as possible from Adam. His ass stung like fuck. He could feel blood coming out of his ass, streaming down his thighs and legs but he ignored the pain and the blood.

After running for more than 15 minutes, Tommy got tired and began to walk slowly before he eventually stopped. He panted heavily, bending his body a little, trying to catch his breath. Tears were still streaming down the blonds' cheeks. Tommy sat down the street, still panting and not long after, he began to bawl like a baby. His heart is no longer in one shape; it was shattered in millions of pieces.

After he finished crying his heart out, the blond slowly got up, groaning quite loudly as he felt the sting in his ass. His tears fell as the pain was too unbearable for him. Adam just rammed his huge cock hard into his ass without lubing him first. After thinking for a very long time, Tommy finally decided to just go back to their hotel. The whole crew will be there so Adam wouldn't be able to hurt him as long he made sure he was never alone.

"Oh my god! What happened, Tommy? Who did this to you?" Cam came running to the bassist when she saw him entering their suite with his messy appearance and some blood on his shirt.

Tommy shook his head and said "I'm okay, Cam! No one did anything to me. I tripped on my way here…"

Cam took Tommy's hand and pulled him to the couch. "Sit here, sweetheart. I'm going to take the First Aid kit box to tend to your wounds."

Tommy automatically stood up, ignoring the pain and said, "No, its okay Cam. I don't need any plaster or bandage. I just need a shower and some sleep…" The blond smiled weakly at the keyboardist.

Adam glared up at Tommy, licking his lips. There was a black and blue bruise on his cheek, starting from the corner of his eye, going to his cheek bone. Tommy glanced at Adam and cringed from his glare. He couldn't look into those beautiful blue eyes anymore. Now, whenever he looked at them, he would just see the black of lust…The air was palpable and no one spoke, so Tommy sauntered to the bathroom and locked the door. He made sure to lock the door. He did not want Adam to barge in and screw him. He was sure that if the singer did that, he would pass out while being screwed. His body was ready to fall apart at the seams…

He groaned as he peeled off his sweaty clothes, whimpering. He turned on warm water and jumped in, watching the blood run down the drain. He whimpered even more and began to sob. Not only because he was in pain, but because of what he had done to Adam. He saw the bruise, and it looked like it hurt. It was making a horrible feature on his beautiful face. And he felt like shit for doing it. Why was Adam doing this? He was killing himself on the inside…

He quickly cleaned himself up, trying his best not to pass out from the pain that was pulsating through his body. He washed out his hair and soaped up, and walked out, drying off and getting dressed in a pair of sweatpants. Normally, he would just wear boxers to bed, but he had to share a room with Adam. And if the singer did have a horny fit, the bassist wanted to have some protection. He dried off his hair and walked out, seeing a room illuminated in darkness. He saw Adam's bed had a bump in it, meaning he was asleep. Tommy could hear his soft breaths, and he couldn't help but smile. It sounded so peaceful, so nice…Just like Adam use to be.

He groaned a little and got into bed and the tears kept coming. He couldn't help but cry from what he had done to Adam.

"I'm so sorry…" he whispered, quietly sobbing before drifting into a much needed sleep…