Red, blue, orange, and all the colors of the rainbow created an array of illusions in the thick air. The crowd was screaming, just waiting for any song Adam Lambert could give them. Brad was standing right in front of the singer, looking up at him with passionate eyes, but behind that false hope, was a manipulating scheme, just building up to destroy that famous sensation.
Everyone began to play the beginning to "For Your Entertainment", but Tommy just didn't have the feel to it like he always did. He just strummed strings with no soul or passion. His brown eyes stared blankly ahead, and nothing was going to release him from this funk.
"So hot out of the box, Can we pick up the pace? Turn it up, heat it up, I need to be entertained."
This song always got Adam horny and energized, so he couldn't help but go over to his bassist and begin to rub against him and pull on his hair. His hot breath was trailing on Tommy's face and he could feel his enthusiasm rub off, but make no difference on the pissed male. Not to Adam's surprise, but the blond didn't seem to be into the sexual tension.
"Push the limit, are you with it?, Baby don't be afraid, Imma hurt you real good baby, Let's go it's my show, baby, do what I say, Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display, I told you, Imma hold ya down until you're amazed, Give it to ya til you're screamin' my name."
With a quick change of heart, the singer strutted towards center stage where his now boyfriend sat. He smirked slyly and bent down to his eye level and put two fingers under his chin, looking straight at him.
"No escaping when I start, Once I'm in I own your heart, There's no way to ring the alarm, So hold on until it's over."
Adam leaned in as if he was going to kiss Brad but instead, he put his microphone in between their lips and sang a lyric that wasn't in the provocative song.
"Because once it's over and my heart is shattered, there won't be an in, only an out, bitch."
He grabbed Brad's head and shoved it in his crotch. After he rubbed his head in his pants, he pushed him to the ground, and stood up, going on with the rest of the song.
"Oh! I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet, You thought an angel swept you off your feet, But I'm about to turn up the heat, I'm here for your entertainment."
He practically ran over to Tommy and gave him mouth sex by shoving his tongue down his throat and tracing every inch of his it. When he pulled away slowly, a bridge of saliva parted, and Adam licked his cheek. Tommy just stared at him in shock. He didn't stop playing his chords though (he did all the songs subconsciously from practicing so much). His face was bright red and he didn't know what to think at the moment.
By the next verse, the singer had made his way back to his ex and began singing straight to him.
Brad just stared at his bipolar lover in complete awe; what exactly was he doing?
"Oh! I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet…" Obviously Adam wasn't as soft as he made himself out to be.
"You thought an angel swept you off your feet…" And he certainly wasn't as angel at the moment. More like a horny demon that was torturing two males just for the entertainment.
"But I'm about to turn up the heat, I'm here for your entertainment."
The rest of the song went out in a random stray of events, nothing going in order and Adam just dancing, and having mouth sex with Tommy. And by the end of the song, he was out of breath, but he had enough energy to take his place in the middle of the stage and look straight at Brad with a sexy and smug look. "I hope that was enough entertainment for you, baby. 'Cause that's all you're getting," he snarled attractively (yea, that's possible). He threw his microphone at Brad's head and walked off stage. The fans were quiet, but then erupted with a huge bang.
Tommy didn't even notice; he just followed Adam to the back stage. The singer stopped in the middle of the hall way and turned around, a harsh look in his eyes and he glared at Tommy. "Come here," he hissed. The bassist obeyed and walked up to Adam, not sure what he was planning. All he knew was that the next second he was pressed against the wall with something poking at his stomach, and the brunettes' eyes gleamed with lust and loneliness. "Tommy…I do love you so much, and I wanted to take it slow, but I've haven't been laid in almost a year…" he breathed on his neck. "I'll understand if you don't want too…" he moaned, just trying to keep the beast under control. Tommy had no idea what to do. Maybe he couldn't think because of Adam's pulsing erection in his stomach, or maybe it was the fact that clearly he had won over Brad. Adam could be his tonight, and he defiantly wasn't going to let that slip by.
"I think we'll have to fix this…" he whispered, grabbing the bulge exerting from Adam's pants and he nearly growled, attacking the blonds' lips. Their lips played with each other, parting then closing the gap. Adam bit on the bassist's lower lips and pulled at it, like a lion pulling meat of a bone. He began sucking on it, and licked Tommy's teeth, which eagerly opened, accepting the singer's tongue like a welcome guest. Adam banged his fist on the wall besides his lover and he gasped, opening his eyes and looking at the eccentric blue ones in front of him. They were glazed over with complete lust, and nothing more. Tommy couldn't do it. This wasn't Adam, just some sex-craving beast that was upset because his ex decided to show up and practically ruin his show…
"Adam…" the bassist breathed, releasing his hand from the erection rubbing against him. The singer whimpered and licked his neck.
"What?" he nearly snarled when Tommy gave no sign of compassion.
"You don't want it like this. You know it and I know it. You're just hurt is all. Sex isn't going to solve it," he cooed, putting his hand against Adam's cheek. His lustful eyes locked with his brown ones. They had a staring contest of dominance, and the more powerful male won.
"I do. It's what I want…"
"So, you're going to rape me? Because I'm not going to make love to you while you're like this. It won't have any love at all, just sex. If we are to have a relationship, I don't want to have sex, I want to make love. You may not think right now that is much of a difference, but it is. So, I'm going to ask you one more time. If you really are the Adam I know, will you please reconsider what you're about to do?"
"Fuck, Tommy. If you loved me you'd bang me right here!" he groaned, sucking on the blond's neck and squeezing his arm.
"No, if I loved you I would stop you from your sexual urges. I'm not going to have sex with you because you're hurt. And you know just as well as I do that you would regret it too..." Tommy whispered, stroking the brunette's gelled hair.
"Excuse me…" Adam hissed, pushing himself up from Tommy and giving him a cold stare before locking himself in the dressing room. The smaller could hear groans of pleasure erupting from inside. He knew what he was doing. Since he could help the singer with 'his problem', he had to do what he wish Tommy had done. Truth be told, it got the blond a bit hard, knowing what his Babyboy was doing in there, but he controlled his urges. The door opened and Adam came out with tears on his face. "I…I don't know what I want anymore, Glitterbaby. It's just all so confusing, and I just want you to be mine. I didn't mean to force anything on you. For Gods' sakes! About ten minutes ago I was about to kiss you against your will, and who knows what would have happened if I got you in bed," he shook his head; trying to rid the bad thoughts. "Brad has this hold over me that made me lose all self-control, and I don't know…" he blushed a little, "I get pretty horny…" he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Sorry…"
"You're really bipolar, Babyboy," Tommy chuckled. "But how did you know everything Brad was talking about was a lie?"
"Every time Brad lies, his right eyebrow twitches," he smiled, "It's a trick I picked up that I guess he never realized. Sorry I hurt you, but you know me. I like to make thing dramatic, so I couldn't help but break it to Brad like that."
Tommy grinned and nodded, "Fuck yea, you had everyone fooled."
"Oh, it felt so good. Even when I shoved his head in my crotch, I couldn't help but be in the moment!" Adam said, getting a bit riled up again, but he exhaled and blinked. "I mean, I don't have any feelings towards Brad anymore, but payback's a bitch, so I had to break his heart the most horrible way I could think of," he laughed, and then his mouth formed an adorable yawn, "I'm pretty tired…I'm going to head back to the bus…" He smiled and held his hand out to Tommy, waiting for him to take it. A blush covered the smaller males' cheeks, but he took his hand, walking down the hall, hand in hand. "I can't wait until we get to Vegas…"
The limo waited for them, and they even managed to avoid the hoard of fans. No one was in the car yet, but Adam really didn't feel like waiting for the rest of the band, so he told the driver to send for another one when they were done signing autographs. Tommy still grasped the singer's hand and he practically sat on his lap. They had their little fetish in the car, and when they finally arrived at the bus, Adam essentially dragged Tommy into it; he was so damn tired, but that didn't stop the singer from planting a heated kiss on his bassist's lips. "I can't wait until we get our own hotel room," he mumbled against the glossy lips. He pulled away with a smile and jumped onto the top bunk.
Tommy followed in suit, climbing into the bottom bed and slowly closing his eyes.
As much as he wanted to believe that this relationship would work out smoothly, he knew at the bottom on his stomach that things were going to get complicated, and hearts would be broken.