Tommy leaned against the bus, his arms crossed and his mind wandering to depths he never thought he could reach. His mind was stuck on that image. He thought about every detail of Adam Mitchell Lambert's body. He walked out and Tommy could see every muscle pulsing from beneath his flesh. The water trailed along his skin and collar bone, dripping to the ground with a graceful splash. His hair was damp and sticking up in every direction, like a black meadow with the sweet scent of peaches. Tommy could tell because that was Adam's favorite flavor of shampoo and conditioner.

"Hey, Tommy, you okay?" Adam walked out of the bus with his arm still in a makeshift sling. He was in a long sleeve green shirt, and black baggy pants, with his YSL glittering boots. Tommy opened his chocolate brown eyes and gazed at Adam again, feeling the same emotion. "I'm fine, sorry. What were you planning on doing? We should be practicing for the concert tomorrow."

"SHIT! The concert! How the hell am I going to perform up to their expectation if I've got a busted arm?" Adam whined, looking at his sling. They began walking back into the busy streets of San Francisco.

"Don't worry…" Tommy replied, a slight gleam twinkling in his eyes.

The singer looked at him in surprise. "What were you thinking?"

"W-Well…The audience seems to like it when we…you know, do sensual stuff to each other. We could just make that the fillers instead of you dancing…" Tommy suggested, a slight blush forming on his pale cheeks.

Adam smiled and looked up at the sky, "I'd like that! Good job!" he exclaimed, patting his head. "You're my smart little Glitterbaby."

It was 12:00AM and the moist air hung around them. It suddenly hit Adam. Where were Tommy's earrings? He was wearing the same jacket he did yesterday when he got mugged. In a sudden rush of panic, he began searching all his pockets.

"What's wrong, Babyboy?"

"I-I can't find them!" Adam yelled, breathing in deeply and exhaling with pure rage. Tommy took a step back. He'd never seen the brunette so angry.

"Those shits took your earrings…" he snarled in a low dangerous voice.

"What?"

"I bought you the earrings you wanted when you left and they must have taken them from me. THOSE SHITTY BASTARDS…"

"Adam, it's-"

"Don't you dare say it's okay. I'm going to find them and get your earrings back!" he yelled storming ahead.

"Adam! Forget it! It's just a pair of stupid earrings. I can always get another pair…"

"The cashier said that was the last pair. I'm getting you those earrings…"

"You don't even know how to find them!" Tommy pleaded, quickening his pace to catch up to the fuming singer.

"Oh, but I do. I just have to wait until it's night, then I strike. That way you're not with me when it happens…"

"Oh HELL no! You already got hurt once when I wasn't around, and I'm not going to let it happen again, you psycho!" Tommy yelled, smacking Adam's stomach.

He winced and coughed, "W-Why'd you do that?" he choked.

"To snap some sense into you! You're going to go pick a fight with the guys that beat the ever living crap out of you just to get a stupid pair of earrings that I could probably get on eBay! There is no way you are going to go get yourself killed while I could have stopped you! Adam, you mean more to me than a stupid pair of earrings! Don't do it!" Tommy pleaded, panting a bit at his sudden rant.

The singer just looked up at Tommy and gave a light smile. He straightened up from the excessive pain and looked down at his cute bassist. "You're so cute, Glitterbaby…" he breathed, his peppermint breath piercing Tommy's nostrils. "Too bad you're straight," he finally said sighing. "I would totally bang you if you were gay. We could cuddle together and date, hold hands and kiss whenever we wanted too…But you can't change your sexual orientation…"

Tommys' eyes widened. Did he just say that he'd BANG him? Hold his hand, kiss him? Date him. It finally hit him. All he wanted was his Babyboy. He wasn't STRAIGHT. He was BI. Sure he dated a couple girls here and there, but none of them kept. They were either whores or just really mean, needy, and rude. But when he was around Adam, all he could do was smile, laugh, and enjoy his company. He realized it now. Just because he's a guy doesn't meant he has to hide his feelings from him. He could love him no matter what. "Adam-"

"But you're straight, so that could never happen! It'd probably ruin our friendship anyway! Thank god you're straight and I'm gay!" Adam finally said with a grin.

Tommy's heart sank. Sank to the deep depths of regret and rejection.

"Thank god you're straight and I'm gay!" Those words rang in Tommy's head. It would ruin their friendship? No…He finally got himself together. He finally realized that he loves Adam Lambert. Why couldn't Adam just have shut up?

"Hey, Tommy…You okay?" his beautiful eyes widened. "God, Tommy! You're crying, baby, what's wrong?" he asked quickly, bending down so they were eye level.

He didn't even realize that warm, salty tears were running down his face. "I-I…" was all he could choke out. Looking at Adam made him want to throw up. "S-Sorry, I was just thinking about something."

"Glitterbaby, what is it?" he asked again, wiping away a corner tear with his thumb.

"N-Nothing really."

"Okay." Adam kissed his head again.

"Thank god you're straight and I'm gay!"

Yea, thank god Tommy realized he didn't have feelings for Adam. Thank god Tommy isn't bi. Thank god. Thank god for what? As Adam and Tommy walked together, the only thing that was in his mind was that fact that he had feelings for Adam, but he didn't realize it. He thought he was all about girls…

"Hey, Adam? Can you do me a favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Will you go to a girl's strip bar with me?" Tommy had put a quick plan together to either get Adam jealous, or have himself realize again that he is just straight and nothing more (though Tommy knew for a fact he was bi).

Adam looked oddly at Tommy for a moment, then a grin plastered on his face, "Anything for you Glitterbaby!"

Tommy smirked smugly. He was going to get his feelings out to Adam one way or another.

They both went into the nearest strip club called "Cheetah's Child".

"What's up with the name?" Adam asked.

"It's better than those gay strip names…Penis People?"

"Hey! That was a good strip bar!"

Tommy rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

They walked in and pink and purple lights were flashing repeatedly. Pretty, skinny girls were rubbing up against poles and receiving money from desperate men. Others were getting a lap dances and enjoying themselves immensely.

"Let's go sit over there," Tommy pointed to a corner where a couple girls were just hanging out. They walked over to the booth and immediately the strippers made a move on them.

"Hey, sexy. Wanna free lap dance?" Adam just grinned. He'd never had a lap dance from a girl before.

"Sure!" he said. Once the girls started rubbing herself against him, he was just genuinely curious.

Tommy glanced at the singer and how happy he was. This wasn't working out as planned. Why was he so happy? He looked at his stripper, "Hey will you do me a favor for twenty bucks?"

She seemed nice and smiled, "Sure. What is it?"

"Um…" Tommy blushed a little. "Will you make out with me? No tongue or anything, just a really passionate looking kiss?" he asked, looking up at her.

She shrugged and said sure. Suddenly they were all on top of each other. Kissing, licking, and sucking.

Adam stopped and looked over at Tommy; his entire face fell as he watched the boy he loved get attacked by some girl. The brunette looked at the lap dancer and said he didn't want anymore. She nodded and smiled, walking away. As Tommy and the chick kept making out, Adam crossed his arms and looked away. After about ten minutes they both left.

"That was really nice!" Tommy gushed, stretching and putting his hands behind his head.

Adam didn't say anything.

"Something wrong?"

"No."

"Adam, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!"

Tommy looked at the ground. His plan had worked.

Adam suddenly stopped and held his stomach. The blond looked back at him and held him. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know. My stomach suddenly started hurting…' Adam panted, shutting his eyes.

"Here, come this way," Tommy ordered, leading him to an open alley and having Adam lean against the wall. It was pretty deserted.

"Hey, fag. Is that your boyfriend?" a familiar venomous voice asked.

Adam looked up to see the same red-eyed man, but only him. His posse was gone. His eyes widened. No, not now! Not while his Babyboy is with him.

"I guess both you fags are gonna get the shit beaten out of you…"