"Baby, it's a little interview…You know some stuff about how the international part of the tour went, and shit like that. I promise, I will not be long. I love you so much, my sweet little Glitterbaby," Adam said with a smile as he wrapped his arms around his smaller boyfriend's waist. The male seemed rather angry that he had to go, and his arms were crossed, a stubborn expression plastered on his face. The singer just about gushed from cute at his furious eyes and extreme pout. "Don't worry, please? I won't be able to concentrate on the interview with you worrying about me. Come on, baby. Relax, the hectic tour is over and everything!" Adam exclaimed, but Tommy wasn't buying it.

Today, Adam was supposed to take him to see True Grit. Fuck, yes, he was ashamed of Jeff Bridges to take the role of the honorable and irreplaceable John Wayne, but he had to go in with an open-mind and see for himself. However, Adam was being a bitch and said they would go to the five o'clock showing when he said yesterday that they would be able to go to the noon showing! Then he apparently got a phone call from a studio who wanted him to answer a few questions. Can't they just leave him the fuck alone? He was his boyfriend and no one else should occupy his attention!

"Fine, baby…But you promise you'll be home soon?" Tommy asked, gripping onto Adam's tight QUEEN t-shirt. He didn't want Adam to go. They just got off tour and he wanted to spend all the time in the world with his boyfriend, but obviously, in this situation, work came first. But he knew he couldn't blame Adam for this because he was a newcomer that just finished his promo tour around the fucking world! He couldn't take all the attention from the singer…As much as he wanted too.

"I'll be back, I love you so much," Adam said, kissing Tommy's forehead before turning his heel and walking out the door. He jumped down the stairs of his complex (he was aware of the fact that he was homeless during the tour, but thankfully, after some careful anticipation, he owned his very own apartment—with Tommy of course) and into his gray Ford car he had gotten during American Idol that the sexy David Cook gave to him. He smiled, starting the engine and feeling really eager to get to the "interview" he apparently had. Well, the interview Tommy thought existed…

"Honk! Honk!" Adam hit the horn a few times to let the owner of that beautiful house that he was outside of their house. Not long after that, the main gate slowly slid open. Adam drove his Ford in and parked it beside the house owner's Audi. Someone was already waiting for him at the door. Adam got out of his car and made his way to the main door. Brad leaned up and hugged Adam; the singer was a bit surprised with the sudden hug but he hugged his ex-boyfriend back anyway. It was not a romantic hug, just a friendly hug.

Adam let go of Brad after like 2 minutes, they were now facing each other. Brad smiled sheepishly at the singer "Baabbyy... What took you so long? You are 30 minutes late!"

Adam sighed, "I'm sorry, Brad. Tommy didn't want me to go out because I promised to take him to see True Grit today. But I have to break my promise because you said you wanted to see me and you have something extremely important to tell me and it can't wait. So what is it?" Adam crossed his arms, staring at the beautiful elf guy in front of him.

"Whoa! What's with the rush, baby? We haven't seen each other for a quite long time. Relax baby, let me call Tommy to tell him you're with me and not to worry because I'll take good care of you, is that okay, love?" Brad tried to make Adam stay for a longer time.

Adam groaned, "Brad, don't. I didn't tell him I was going to meet you, I told him I have an interview. You have no idea how jealous he can be if he knows I'm meeting my ex-boyfriend. Besides, I already promised I'd be home early. Come on, Brad! Don't waste any more time."

Brad sighed, "Okay, whatever, let's go in first. We'll talk in the house." Brad wrapped his arms around Adam's waist. They walked into the house, heading to the living room. Adam sat on the sofa; Brad sat right beside him. He was sitting a bit too close to the singer even though there was a lot more space. Adam was a bit uncomfortable but he just ignored it.

"So what is it, Brad?" Adam broke the silence.

"Cheeks, Adam. Cheeks. What's up with Brad, you always called me Cheeks when we were dating!" Brad pouts.

"Brad, Cheeks, whatever your name is, can you tell me now?" Adam said coldly. He didn't want to upset Tommy by getting home late.

"I want you back!" Brad yelled a little, staring hard at the singer. Adam was a bit taken aback when he heard that.

"What? Brad, are you crazy? We're over, you cheated on me, remember? Besides, I'm with Tommy now, I love him," Adam said sarcastically.

"But baby, I'm still in love with you. I know I cheated but that will never ever happen again, I promise!" Brad moved closer to the singer.

"I don't give a damn-" Brad cut Adam off by jumping on his lap, straddling his hips. "Bra-" Once again, Brad cut Adam off but this time by kissing the singer. Brad tried to put his tongue in but Adam refused to open his mouth. Brad didn't give up, he grinded his ass over Adam's penis making the singer moan in pleasure. Brad took this opportunity to shove his tongue into Adam's mouth.

Adam struggled for like 5 minutes, trying to stop Brad from kissing him and get him off his lap. Brad is a very persistent guy. Adam pushed Brad hard away from him; the small guy was now lying unstable on the couch. Adam rushed to the front door and got the hell outta there. He got into his car, started the car engine and drove out from Brad's house. Luckily, Brad didn't close the main gate.

"Fucking, shit," Adam hissed, shaking his head and making a hard turn out of Brad's driveway and back on the main road. The tires skidded against the pavement, and Adam let out a forceful exhaled, licking his lips and trying to compose himself. How could Brad do that to him? He was already having a hard time gaining Tommy's trust back, and then his ex-lover (whom he still loves very much) makes a move on him. Why can't he just be a normal lover and love his boyfriend like every other gay man? Why did he have to go all psycho on Tommy, and now, when they're finally a somewhat "normal" couple, Brad is now getting in the way! In addition, Adam's a sex god. He loves sex, and if Brad did that to him for much longer, he probably wouldn't have been able to contain himself. Thank god, he got out in time. He wouldn't know what he would do with himself if he…he did anything further with Brad. He just needed to get back to Tommy and tell him he loves him no matter what so he wouldn't feel so guilty about this situation. He just needs to forget it and pretend he went to the interview and think of a story or something…

With a heavy sigh, Adam began to think of their evening ahead. What would they do? What would he wear? Something nice for Tommy. And he would take Tommy anywhere he wanted to make up for not being able to go to True Grit today. Yes…He would just say the interview was boring and pointless—that he would have must rather spent it with Tommy. Then, as a surprise, they would go to Taco Bell or something nice, go home, and watch some crappy movie. He doesn't know, but he just wants to hug Tommy and tell him that he loves him so much.

After contemplating the day ahead, Adam pulled into his driveway, turning off the engine and stepping out of his car, locking it up before walking up to the front door. He opened it, walking softly inside with a soft smile. He heard soft, muffled voices to the left and he could only assume the blond had the radio on or he was watching TV. Probably out of boredom or something similar. Tommy doesn't go out much and normally is a hermit inside his own house, so Adam has to drag him out.

"Tommy?" he called, and he heard a grunt come from the living room. The singer's boots clicked on the mahogany wood floor as he made his way into the room just in time to see a man's arm get split in half by a saw. "SHIT!" he yelled, covering his eyes and shuddering. He hated nothing more than horror movies. He wouldn't call himself a wimp or anything, but Adam just hated seeing people in gory situations. His stomach couldn't take it and he normally ended up throwing up after the movie. "C-Can you please turn that off?" Adam asked, and Tommy shrugged. The blond new all too well that Adam didn't like horror movies, but payback's a bitch, fucker.

"No. I didn't get to see True Grit, so, instead, I at least get to watch Saw IV in my house…" Tommy mumbled, crossing his arms and staring intently at the TV. Oh, yea, he was a grudge holder, and he didn't care if Adam needed to go to that interview so bad. He should have managed his time well because he had promised Tommy to go to the movies and he broke it!

"But this isn't your house, this is my house, baby. And, I would prefer if you didn't watch this shit when I'm around," Adam said in a smooth voice, trying to stay composed, but Tommy was acting like a little bitch. He kind of had a hunch why, but he just wanted to go on with normal couple of things and not get into a fight or anything.

Tommy let out a snort, "Yea, but you weren't here! You were at some shitty interview. Therefore, I have to watch this. Go into your room or something Adam, I want to watch this guy chop off his wife's arm," Tommy retorted, going back to his TV.

"Wow, are you on your period or something, Tommy? I'm sorry that I had to go to this fucking interview and wasn't able to watch some shitty John Wayne movie with you!" Adam yelled, the anger boiling inside him. This happened when Tommy had told Adam that he loved him, and he ended up hitting him for it. No, he wouldn't hit Tommy ever again; he needed to keep his anger back.

Tommy glared, turning his head. "IT'S NOT JOHN WAYNE! IT'S SOME FUCKING REMAKE THAT'S GOING TO SUCK!" he screamed, getting annoyed at the stupidest things.

"THEN WHY THE HELL DID YOU WANT TO SEE IT, YOU LITTLE BASTARD?" Adam exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air and turning his heel, storming out the front door. FUCK. He had been home ten minutes and Tommy threw his out of his own house! Jesus, he was pissed off.

Adam got into his Ford; he started the car's engine and quickly pulled out of the driveway. Even with the loud noise from his car engine, he could still hear Tommy calling out to him. Adam glanced at the side mirror and saw Tommy running barefooted after the car. The singer ignored the blond and drove even faster. "Adam! Adam! Baby, come back! I'm so sorry! I was wrong! Baby! Adam! Adamm!" Tommy fell on his knees and broke down sobbing on the road as he saw Adam's car fading away from his sight.

"Adam, I'm so-sorryyy!" Tommy wailed. He really regretted snapping at his boyfriend over something so stupid. Luckily, there was no car at the time. The blond got up, wiping his tears off. He began to walk slowly to the house, muttering Adam's name repeatedly. Even though there's no point in wiping his tears as tears just kept rolling down his cheeks like a never-ending river.

Adam drove the car so fucking fast. He even sometimes exceeded the speed limit. He was lucky there are no cops around. He didn't even know where he was driving to; he just drove the car blankly. Then after driving for like half an hour, he arrived at where he went earlier; Brad's house. He drove his car through the gate that was left open, and pulled into the driveway.

Brad went out of his house to check who was outside. Brad squealed happily when he saw Adam coming out of his Ford. The elf guy ran to the driveway and then cling so close to the singer. "You finally realized that you still love me, huh?" Brad said to Adam.

"Shut up, Brad." Adam then pushed Brad against his Ford.

Brad gasped "What's wrong, baby?" The poor guy looked very surprised with Adam's sudden action.

Adam didn't answer him; he leaned in so close to Brad and then kissed him full on the mouth. Brad moaned deeply as Adam's tongue forced its way into his mouth. Adam grinded his hips against Brad's, both of them moaned in pleasure. They were already both rock hard.

As they shared a very ferocious kiss, Brad unbuckled Adam's belt and began to undo his pants and briefs. He did the same thing to himself. They were both now pantless. Then they made their way into the car. Adam sat down on the driver's seat and Brad climbed on him so that he was straddling him.

Adam grabbed both of their cocks and began to move his hand up and down causing him and the elf guy to moan in ecstasy. Brad then lifted his hips; Adam helped him to place his ass over his dick. Adam harshly pushed Brad's ass down. Brad yelled in pleasure. The elf guy loved rough sex, the rougher his partner is, the more he liked it.

The smaller brunet tugged at the hem of Adam's shirt, ripping it off and gazing at the beautiful painting in front of him. Oh, he missed this so much. He was yearning Adam's touch and now he was finally receiving it. Each freckle on the singer's body was something the smaller male loved so much and could never find in another lover. He didn't want to cheat, it just kind of happened, and Adam left him for it. Sure, it was plausible and reasonable, but he wanted nothing more than for Adam to come back to him because he could not take the loneliness anymore. Each night sleeping by himself, going to gay clubs to be laid by a different guy every single day. He just wanted one lover and that lover should have been Adam Lambert, but Brad messed up and lost him. He normally doesn't regret much, but he does regret cheating on the one person he wants in his life more than anyone…

Brad moaned, biting down onto Adam's neck and sucking, digging his nails into the freckled flesh of the singer. He could taste his sweat on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't have asked for anything better. "Mm, A-Addaaammm," he breathed heavily, kissing down to his collarbone and licking at it. Everything about the raven-haired man made him go completely insane and he wanted to make it last as long as possible. "I-I knew you would come along…you just c-can't get the same pleasure out of that bassist…" he hissed, raking his nails down Adam's chest and kissing down to his pecks, grinding his hips into Adam's stomach. Brad didn't like Tommy for being Adam's new lover, but now he kind of felt bad for him. Adam was cheating on the blond, but right now, he didn't have time for a guilt trip. He just needed to get fucked.

Adam rolled his eyes, lifting up Brads' arms and jerking his shirt off, licking and nipping at his nipples and he pushed his hips further up into the smaller male, causing him to shudder and whine like some sad puppy dog. The singer smirked, wrapping his firm and long fingers around the aching erection of his little fuck buddy and rubbing it up and down slowly. Brad had the same structure as Tommy, the same stature and build. He was perfect. "What's wrong, Bradley?" he asked, watching him as he shudder and whined, his face flushed with pure pleasure. It was beautiful, and Adam couldn't get enough of it. Tommy could have gotten the same service if he wasn't being such a bitch to Adam and being so goddamn clingy and moody.

"Mm, p-please, Adam…" he whispered, kissing the singer hard and licking at his bottom lip, sucking on it and tugging harshly as shudders of ecstasy ran down his spine with each stroke his ex-boyfriend made on the painful ache between his legs. He felt full with Adam buried deep inside him and he missed his touch more than he could ever imagine. It use to happen so often, then it was taken away from him so fast. Having the feeling back was almost unbearable. It was something he could barely handle and now, he couldn't believe that right at this very moment, they were in Adam Lambert's car, and he was getting "taken care of". He knew it wouldn't mean anything, but he was hoping—praying even—that Adam would dump that fucking bassist and come back to him because he needed Adam back more then he'll ever know.

"I know, Bradley. Let me work my magic," Adam huffed, pushing him further down on his fully erect dick and pumping him with each motion to his hips as it pushed up further into Brad. He cried out and Adam smirked, loving the sound. He sounded almost identical to Tommy, it was perfect. "Come on, Cheeks. Let loose…Do it, baby," he commanded, jerking on his dick harshly and rubbing his thumb over the slit, hearing the whines fill the car and then a flash of white as Brad orgasmed in front of him, falling limp against his chest. Adam smirk biting down on his neck and coming undone inside the male. He whined again, shaking his head and moaning.

"O-Oh, my god…Adamm…I needed that s-so badly…" he whimpered, leaning up and staring at the singer who ran his finger up his own chest and licked the seed from his hand, smiling.

"Of course…Anything for you, Bradley."