The story is winding down you guys. I'm kind of sad about it because this was my very first Adommy fic. It's like my kid is finally going off to college…*tears*

Adam's POV

The show ended and I felt like I had been rather productive. Not only did I give the crowd a great show, I also surprised myself because I discovered I wasn't a grudge-holder. I guess I'm just incapable of holding grudges against people I love. I mean, I really love Tommy. So in fact, it would be impossible for me to hate him for longer than a week. And I think I showed him that I forgave him for all the crap he's given me. Right? I did that right? Shit I don't know. You would think I did considering I made-out with him on stage. Even though I was a pretty big tease about it.

I mean, I know I should still be fuming, but he's too cute and irresistible for me to hate him over a long period of time. And the truth was I was getting pretty lonely without him. He hadn't even had sex yet, and just thinking about him not being about to butt fuck me was enough to bring tears into my eyes. And I know he said he didn't want my "tiny dick" in his ass and everything, but honestly, I don't think he meant it. In all honestly, I think he was just rushed into the entire being gay thing too quickly. I know it took me until I was at least sixteen to embrace my sexuality. And look at me now. I'm the gay glam star that everyone loves. So, partially it was my fault that Tommy said all those hurtful things because I did rush him into a lot at one time.

I was out in the crowd, signing autographs, taking pictures, etcetera, etcetera; you know the usual. They were actually a good looking group of people. All ages too, and I appreciated that. It made me kind of tingly inside that old women enjoyed my music and actually came to my explicit concerts. Flattering to say the least. There were more females than males, and sometimes I get depressed by that fact. Don't get me wrong, I love my chick supporters, but seeing some gay men would be pretty amazing. But I won't have to get annoyed by that anymore because I'm going to have Tommy in my arms soon. And at this exact moment in time, that's all that matters.

"Thanks, I'm so glad you enjoyed the show," I chime aimlessly, that being my signature line. I flashed a couple pictures with a group of teenage girls. But when they took the picture, I couldn't help but glance at Tommy and he was being attacked by hoards of fan girls. Who could resist his pretty face? No one! But that was going to be my pretty face soon, and I would hold it and kiss it all that I pleased. Hopefully; if he forgave me of course.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Lambert!" one girl squealed hugging my waist. She was probably fifteen, sixteen? It didn't matter, she was pretty cute, and if I was straight and her age, I might just have hit on her. I enjoyed her excessive enthusiasm. It got me pumped and wanting to do more shows.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it." I patted her heard and attempted to go to the next group of fans, but she grabbed my wrist and looked at me intently. "I'm sorry; I have to go over here…" I mumbled, trying to jerk my hand away from his tight grasp. Damn this girl had a strong hold.

"WAIT! I just want to get a picture of you and Tommy. It was absolutely amazing the way you two interact and communicate on stage! It's almost like you guys are a couple! And I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if I don't get this year's cutest and hottest couple on my computer! Please!" she begged. Alight, she was a really annoying and persistent one. But she did say me and Tommy were this year's hottest couple, so I'll give her that. But she was right after all. Whatever I can do to get her off my back. I was tired and all this was wearing me out. But if I had to take a picture with Tommy to get her off my case, fine. I'll do it.

"Okay," I sighed and looked over at Tommy. "Yo, Glitterbaby, get over here!" And it was pretty cute because it seemed in five seconds flat he was by my side, looking up at me. Part of me loved the fact he was still nervous around me, but honestly, I wanted things to go back to normal. Even if that meant not being boyfriends.

"Y-Yes?" he asked nervously, looking around him and the crowd was staring at us like we were about to screw each other right here. But I found it rather endearing and powerful to be in the position where I was the one making him nervous. I think he had been tortured enough with me being angery towards him, and I hope I had made things right on stage.

"This girl wants us to take a picture for her, so smile!" I said, grinning and wrapping my arm around his neck and pushing his cheek into my lips. I kissed his face, and I loved the way it felt on my tongue when I secretly licked him. He shuddered lightly and couldn't hold back and almost inaudible moan. Luckily, though she snapped the picture before our hormones took over.

"Thank you!" she screamed, bouncing up and down.

"Yep. Thanks for watching the show. Glad you liked it…" I yawned a bit and pushed Tommy away from me, smiling jokingly at him for a minute and winking. He seemed to be in a state of utter shock and confusion. I shrugged and hugged some girl. She was pretty cute, but not my type (if you know what I mean).

Finally, when everyone had somehow managed to leave, the band piled into our separate cars and drove to the hotel room. I requested a car for myself so I didn't have to share with anyone. I was just too tired to interact with anyone (even Tommy) at this moment in time. I loved him again (even though I never really stopped having feelings towards him), yes, but I would rather go on a long energetic rant than one that I was slurring because I was too tired to even tell him how I truly felt.

When we got back to the hotel, I practically sprinted to our suite and was the first one to arrive. I opened the door and slumped to my room, shutting the door behind me and falling back onto my bed, feeling completely satisfied. It was nice because no one said anything negative about my blue hair, or even mentioned my wrists. They probably just thought it was a wig, and I was attempting a new fashion style. Whatever works for the crowd. We would be leaving here tomorrow to go to San Diego (my hometown!) after a very successful performance, and I had made up with Tommy. Things were working out for the better.

I actually couldn't believe I had slapped him though. A small frown tugged on my lips. Sure, I felt like shit after that, and when I told Cassidy he had told me I had done the right thing, and that Tommy had no right at doing what he was doing. But I still didn't like the way I reacted to it all.

I was closing my eyes, ready to fall asleep (not even bothering to take a shower which is so unlike me) when I heard a soft knock at the door. "Hm?" I groaned lightly and sat up, looking at the door. I didn't want to talk to anyone right now. Just let me sleep please…

"U-Um…Adam." It was Tommy's voice and I smiled a bit. My tired eyes opened slightly more as I continued to stare at the door. Why wasn't he coming inside? We had made up, so things should go back to normal. I mean, if he still doesn't want to be my boyfriend, and just wants to be friends, that's more than okay. I'd rather be his best friend than his worst enemy.

"Yea, Glitters? What's up?" I asked, now sitting on the edge of my bed and tilting my head to the side. I found it cute that he was still nervous around me; because before any of this happened, he was the bad ass Tommy Joe Ratliff. Now I, the humble Adam Lambert, was making him anxious. Not sure if that's a good thing or not, but I would take it for now.

I heard him sigh. "I-I…I still feel like I owe you something. Not only for everything you've done for me, but for my behavior. So…I went out on a limb and what I'm about to show you, better break off all the tension…" he whispered, still not visible to my eye. What the hell was he talking about? Break off the tension? Go out on a limb?

"Babe, what is it? We've already made-" Then when he opened the door completely, my eyes just widened and my mouth feel agape.

No.

Fucking.

Way.

Tommy freaking Joe Ratliff was standing in front of me, jet black bangs swept to the side in a meadow of bleached flowers, red lipstick staining his plump and perfect lips, black eye shadow and a large amount of glitter gracing his eyelids. His brown eyelashes fluttered lightly as he tried to keep a serious face. His cheeks were burning red, but that wasn't what made me so shocked.

His petite and small structured body was draped over by nothing but a simple black lingerie. It was frilly on the straps and it was practically transparent. It fluffed out by his hips and it stopped above his mid thigh. It was cut low chest (for women to show off their huge breast), so Tommy's small pecks peeked out in their hairless glory.

"I-I…" he gulped lightly, looking utterly embarrassed. "I read on your Twitter…That…Um," he kind of fidgeted a bit; I could see his chest move up and down with edgy breathes, "...you've always wanted to see a guy in lingerie…And, I don't know…" He scratched the side of his head in dismay. "I thought that if I were to have you truly forgive me, I would have to make it the best make up sex ever…" he mumbled, walking up to me and sitting on my lap and curling his arm around my neck. He crossed his legs so the already too small dress rose up a bit, revealing his naked and smooth thighs. My breath seemed to stop as I took in a sharp inhale. This couldn't really be happening. But what broke me out of my trance was when his lips went up to my ear and he whispered. "You're in control Babyboy…"

And that. That little action made me go berserk.

I grabbed his hair and yanked him on the bed, straddling his tiny waist and looking at him with pure lust. "You really shouldn't have done this…You know how feisty I get," I murmured, bending my head and nipping at his neck. He inhaled sharply and his right hand tangled within my ocean blue hair. I growled lightly and bit deep into his flesh, lacing my fingers with his free hand. "Can you handle what I'm about to do?" I asked, licking his vein up his jaw line and to his nose. I bit the tip of it and rose up, looking deep into his eyes. This was going to be the best angry, make up sex in the entire world!

"I hate sappy things. But you're the one leading. So do as you please," he said, shrugging with a beautiful sneer gracing his face. The hand that wasn't holding mine ran up his small dress, up to his cheek where he placed it there. "Go."

And with his full permission, I turned him over and got him on all fours so his already naked ass was facing me. "With pleasure." I ran my cold hands up the lingerie and dug my nails into his skin, making him shiver. I heard him whimper, and that just got me off all the same. I loved hearing my prey whine for me. I'm gonna tenderize him up than fuck him to the point of no return.

I quickly started to undo my belt and pull down my pants and I was suddenly taken captive by a pair of small hands. I was thrown against the bed and Tommy was on top of me, grinning like mad. "I wanted to drag this out, Babyboy. I don't want you to just fuck me and get it over with, make sense?" he mused, kissing my cheek down to my shirt. I didn't have time to respond because he started to take off my sweat drenched shirt and trail his nails down my chest. It tickled and I shuddered a little, gnawing on my bottom lip. I can't yell as loudly as I would like because that would alert my band mates.

"I-I thought I was supposed to be one top…" I moaned, grabbing his wrist tightly and bucking my hips into his. He groaned lightly and began to run his black nails through my hair. It was hot. Too hot. Pop a god damn fucking window. I need the wind.

"I am. But you have to get hard first…" he murmured, balling his hand into a fist and rubbing it up and down my zipper rapidly. Right where my hard penis was exerting out. I groaned and clenched onto the sheets, inhaling sharply. "Well, harder than you already are," he corrected, kissing my now naked chest and sucking on my hard nipple. "What's this? A nipple ring? Oh, Adam…" Tommy licked his way to my nipple all while one hand was abusing my cock and the other was tugging on my hair. My hands were placed firmly on his small waist; the cool silk felt nice under my clammy hands.

My back arched in pleasure as his teeth just about ripped out my piercing. I knew I shouldn't have gotten that fucking ring. But no. Monte said it was in these days, and the awesomeness from my nipple will attract attention away from my freckled and orange- haired chest. That fucking bastard- OH FUCK! Tommy tongue went into the open space of the piercing where he lifted it and began to suck. His teeth ground into the thin flesh, snipping at it until it began to bleed. He didn't seem to mind and started to suck the blood away like a fucking glampire.

By accident though, he made me come in my pants, making my underwear and possibly these expensive ass leather pants useless. "FUCK YOU, TOMMY!" I screamed, grabbing his hair and yanking it. He just chuckled and looked at me apologetically. He seemed to be enjoying torturing me, that bitch.

"Sorry, Babyboy. I should have let you come inside me instead, huh? Oh, well. We're gonna have to fix this, no?" he asked, lowering his head so it was right by my zipper and took it within his teeth and pulled it down. "It's about to get rough for you…" I heard him mumbled into my underwear. I couldn't help but role my eyes. Even though that's pretty hypocritical considering I quoted that song a little while ago. His rather professional hands unbuttoned my pants and pulled them down, tossing them to the ground along with my shirt. All that was left to take off were my boxers. Tommy was already naked under that extremely sexy and almost transparent lingerie.

And ever so slowly, with a wild blush on his face, Tommy took off my boxers, looking away as soon as it was completely off. I couldn't help but giggle a bit at that and leaned up, taking the back of his head and shoving his lips onto mine. He seemed happy that he wasn't forced to look at my cock just yet. I smiled into the kiss and licked his bottom lip, waiting for the access I was pretty sure would be granted. And as if I could predict the future, his lips and teeth parted, entering his tongue into my mouth where we swapped spit and wrestled tongues. I bit down on his and pulled away. He mumbled something incoherent because without the use of his adenoid, it was pretty hard to form words.

"Ready to see?" I asked when I let go of him. His deep blush returned, but he nodded none the less. Then I slipped back and his eyes fell to my lower half where his mouth opened in awe and his red face flushed with blood. I was expecting this kind of reaction, but it was cute none the less.

"O-Oh, shit! I'm not even…You can't…SHIT ADAM!" he screamed, attacking me, causing both of us to fall to the floor where another heated make-out session took place. Sweat was forming and we were both panting, and we hadn't even had sex yet. But I was about to change that. Swiftly, as we both crashed around my room, I rummaged around my luggage (still not letting Tommys' lips leave mine) and grabbed a tube like object and broke the hot kiss, panting lightly.

"Ready, Glitters?" I asked, and he nodded, grabbing my hand and pulling me back to the bed where he laid down. I sat in front of him and opened the bottle of lube, rubbing it quickly on my really hard cock. I bit my bottom lip so I wouldn't moan. "O-Okay…" I murmured, turning Tommy over so he was on all fours again, his naked ass once again, facing me. "Baby, it's going to hurt…"

"No, shit, Adam. Just give it to me…" I heard him gulp lightly, but I slowly, ever so slowly began to go in and I heard him groan lightly, so I got encouraged to go in more…more…and more, until my entire length was inside him. I began to trail kisses down his thinly covered back as I slowly exited and then entered again quickly. He gripped tightly onto the sheets as he moaned loudly. It didn't even occur to us that our band could be anywhere in the suite. I began to thrust in and out harder and more harshly and Tommy shouted lightly. I could feel myself about to come and when I finally did, I slowly pulled out of him, took in a deep breath and fell next to Tommy who had collapsed on the bed.

"Are you okay?" I asked lightly, brushing some of his hair out of his face. He just smiled and kissed my cheek, snuggling in closer to me and shutting his eyes. This is what I had wanted all along. Just to hold him in my arms and know he was mine again. Now that I think about it, our little feud seemed silly. Emily was out of our lives, and now it was just me and Tommy. And frankly, I liked the sound of that.

"Even if I wasn't, I would be now because you're with me. Adam…I really…I," he shivered slightly, and then looked up at me. His small face having nothing but a genuine smile radiating off of it. "I love you."

My eyes widened and I looked at him in surprise. He loved me? I mean, I thought he just liked me, or I was his first gay experience, but love? That just doesn't seem logical. How could he love me? I mean, I knew he felt bad for being so mean to me, but I thought that was out of mere friendship. I wasn't expecting him to love me. My silence made Tommy feel a bit awkward and he closed his eyes half way, looking a little sad. I suddenly realized that I must have been giving off the vibe that I didn't feel the same way, which is totally untrue! So, I quickly took his face within my hands and looked at him with such intent, I scared myself. "I love you too." I murmured, gently kissing him on the lips. There was no tongue, no spit, just a sweet, innocent and passionate kiss between two men who loved each other deeply.

"I'm still, so, so sorry about-"

I put my finger over his mouth to stop him. "Apologizes mean nothing at this point." I whispered, taking him within my arms and holding him close. I could feel him smile as his breath began to slow down as his body went to sleep. And I couldn't help but melt into his presence. And I was glad that I had tweeted what Tommy had read.

Lingerie plus Male equals me being in Love ;)