Tommy
Tommy had his back to the huge picture window that out looked the city. Streetlamps speckled the streets. The setting sun dusted the city in golden oranges and fading reds. The beauty did not seem real to Tommy at the moment. He was to busy trying to figure out how to fix his mistake. He had cheated on Adam, not just any man, but Adam Lambert, Glambert. One of the biggest names in music and one of the fastest rising artists. Men and women around the country adored him. His fans were more loyal then dogs to their masters. That is what Tommy felt like. A lowly dog, he had not seen Adam while he was on tour and had gone elsewhere for his fix. Beginning to pace the carpet silenced his footsteps as he moved back and forth in front of the window racking his brain. Someone could almost see the gears in his head turning at a ferocious pace. If the media had caught wind of this, not only would it give Adam a boost but also it would ruin him. He had to save himself from not only public humiliation but Adam's wrath. He knew that Adam had gone to Dante because when Tommy had called Adam Dante had said that Adam had plans for the night. That pissed Tommy off that Dante had the nerve to tell him that he could not talk to Adam because Dante was trying to be his super hero again. Tommy did have to admit that there were times when Dante saved Adam from many situations in which Adam could not have gotten out of alone. It almost seemed that Tommy was always too late to be his super hero. Running a hand through his hair, he glanced out across the darkened city. Most of the apartments across from his had the lights on but the curtains were drawn shut. He liked to leave his open because he loved the view of the setting sun behind the buildings bathing the sky in radiant color that was always breath taking. Tonight he could not enjoy the view. His mind would not let him rest or relax even for a moment until he figured out some way to get back into Adam's good graces. That and the fact that Tommy knew he could never hold a grudge, the image he set up for the media was too soft for that. He was always found doing something good in the worst of times. If it was the one thing that annoyed Tommy it was the fact that Adam never let anyone on that something was wrong. Except for Dante. The name sent a ripple of jealousy through Tommy's body. He hated the white haired man for more than just being Adam's choice, but for being so perfect for Adam in ways that Tommy could not measure up to no matter what he did.
As Tommy thought of Adam, his dreams were not of how he could fix everything but his dreams were of Adam and Dante having a big romantic laugh as Tommy watched helplessly in the background. Nothing he could do about it would change the fact that Adam had chosen a new man to love and that man was all but a god. He had demons in the shadows that followed him but he hid them better than Tommy did. The man whom was to be Adam's saviour and salvation had to be stronger, sweeter, and harder than the perfection in which Mr. Lambert had sought protection within. As Tommy tossed and turned that night, he finally began to realize that whatever he had to do to win Glambert back he had to do it fast because he was sure that someone would have seen Adam go into Dante's apartment. He was sure that there was always someone watching out to see where Adam went and if that were the truth the media would catch wind fast and make it impossible for Tommy to beat them to the punch. He had to go see Adam now. Getting out of bed he slipped into the tightest pair of jeans, he combed and smoothed his hair just how Adam liked it. He knew that Adam could not resist him, especially with the beastly side of Adam becoming slowly more dominant then the gently front he put up for the public. He chuckled to himself as he made his way down the hall. It was very convenient to Tommy to have his driver living just down the hall. He hated going anywhere alone and the driver was paid to come with him where he wanted.
Reaching Adam's apartment Tommy knocked on the door with a grin spread across his face. Adam looked drawn and tired when he opened the door. Tommy's smile faded and his foot stuck into the door as Adam tried to shut it on him.
"Adam, I know you're mad but we need to talk." Tommy said reaching out and stroking Adam's hair. He did not answer but simply kicked Tommy's foot away and shut the door. Tommy could hear the lock click. It was going to be harder than he thought to get that boy to talk to him without forcing his way into the apartment. Knocking again he waited for Adam to answer, but Adam did not want to see him so he let him sit there knocking on his door for half of the night. He felt a bit bad for leaving Tommy out there but he also felt bad for himself after Tommy had cheated on him. It was not Adam's fault that he had to go around town for things that he wanted. It was not his fault that he found other men attractive. Dante was Adam's escape, the one, he realized, that he really wanted.
Finally after about three A.M Tommy gave up and decided to give Adam at least the rest of the night to cool down. If it was the one thing he knew too well about Adam it was the fact that the man couldn't hold a grudge. As he began to walk still thinking of these things, he bumped into a rather buff and pale looking man. Tommy blinked back into reality and stared in complete disgust at the god like face staring back down at him. Dante's arms were crossed loosely over his perfectly sculpted chest. An amused grin told Tommy he knew that Adam had not let him in.
"What in the hell did you say to him to make him like that?" Tommy hissed growing angry. The fact that Dante, as he was as well, was here in the middle of the night to see Adam boiled his blood.
"I'm simply returning Adam's jacket, he forgot it at my apartment when he came for a chat" Dante answered with shrug. He brushed past the cheating bastard and knocked on Adam's door lightly. Tommy watched, smugly sure Adam wouldn't open the door thinking it was still him sitting outside. "Adam?" Dante called out as he heard footsteps across the tile floor just beside the door. The door opened, Dante was pulled inside, and the door was relocked.
Adam glanced up at Dante with a sigh.
"Is Tommy still out there?" Adam asked motioning for Dante to sit on the couch, his blankets laid haphazardly all across it. Pushing them off to the side Dante sat with the jacket laid neatly in his lap. Adam sat across from him still feeling a bit discouraged by the earlier confrontation between them.
"Tommy was just leaving when I came" Dante admitted, his brows furrowed in concern. Mr. Lambert let a low growl escape his clenched teeth. "Adam, please understand, I do believe that Tommy really loves you. He wouldn't have sat out there for that long if he didn't" Dante tried to persuade him but Adam shook his head in anger.
"Why do you want me so desperately to get back with Tommy? So that you can get away from me? So I won't make you want me?" Adam growled growing angry.
"No, Adam, so you will be god damn happy. You throw yourself at the next person you see as soon as things go south with Tommy and you always end up regretting it later. I don't want to be your regret!" Dante snapped back standing. His breath growing heavy. "I care for you to much to let you do this. I don't want to lose you because you made a mistake." he snarled. He threw Adam's jacket down onto the couch and headed to the door. He was upset that Adam would even dare think that Dante didn't want him, that Dante didn't love Adam.
"Dante, I swear, if you leave now I will never forgive you for this. You don't leave someone crippled to walk on their own." Adam said. His voice strained. Dante did not turn to look at him, he knew just by Adam's voice.
"Sometimes it takes making a cripple to walk to get them steady again," he answered calmly. Ice colored his voice while flames ripped through his blood stream. He opened the door and stepped out. He could almost hear Adam's jaw drop. Dante shut the door behind him, without looking back, he moved through the hall as silent as a ghost. Dante was almost sure Tommy would be there waiting to rub the argument in his face but Tommy had obviously gone home. Taking a breath Dante swept out, taking the allies just as Adam had coming to his home. Once inside Dante stripped off his clothes and dropped into a warm bath to just relax for a while. He didn't think he could handle the night if it were not for his bath.
By the next morning Dante's head was pounding. He had paced almost the whole night thinking about calling Adam and apologizing. He did not want to hurt Adam but he didn't want to be just someone Adam messed with to calm his anger towards Tommy. By eight Dante could not take it anymore. His fingers flew over the familiar buttons. As it rang Dante's pacing became quicker in pace.
"What do you want?" was Adams greeting. From his line, Dante could hear that he, too, was pacing across his floor.
"Adam, we really need to talk about last night. Do you want me to come over or do you want to come here…" Dante trailed off, as there was a knock on the door.
"I'm here." Adam whispered hanging up the phone as Dante opened the door. He stepped in and pushed Dante back. The door clicked shut. "Dante, I know what you mean and I am sorry for putting you in that situation. I should have thought about what it would do to you. I was just so pissed off with Tommy and then when I talked to you and when you rejected me and…" Adam felt like he was falling to pieces. He had never felt so vulnerable and open in front of someone before. Dante pulled him into a hug before he could finish.
"Adam, you know I care for you too much too ever reject you. The only thing I really worry about is that when you realize what you have done it would ruin the relationship we have gotten to build. You know I want you too. We just cannot. At least not until your sure about what you want to do with Tommy. You cannot just tell me you are ready to throw all that away. He is the one you came out with. He was yours for since I can remember, you two perform as a team and if that energy goes so does the chance to ever fix things." He spoke into Adam's slick inky black hair. As his lips formed the words the brushed across the little spikes of hair. Adam nodded burying his head into Dante's chest.
"I know what you mean Dante but you don't see. You don't see that it's not because of Tommy that I come to you. It's because you're the only one I have ever been able to trust"
