Disclaimer: do I look awesome enough to own either our beloved Babyboy or his glitterbaby? I don't think so. So don't think so either.

Adam absent mindedly sipped from his latté, sighing at the delicious hot caffeine in his mouth.
His eyes, however, were fixed on something else entirely.

At the moment the tall club-owner was sitting in his comfy black leather chair, on the line of where the bedroom of his apartment ended and his balcony began, feeling the smog filled breeze in his neck. His hair was down again, the product from last night far gone, though his eyes were still a smudged dark.

He crossed his legs, still staring intensely at his king-sized bed. Smirking when the figure laying beneath the silky covers stirred a little. Wincing in discomfort, before dozing back into his unconscious state.
The blonde hair was messy, sticking up in strange directions more then ever, and the hints of make-up were even more smudged then that underneath the electric blue orbs, Adam's eye-coverage just looked worse.
The sheets, Chinese silk, mind you, were pooling around Tommy's waist, leaving his back bare and fully exposed. Free for Adam to trail his eyes up the line of his spine, up to his head and the weird, but strangely adorable, due of long and short blonde hair. Adam's smirk changed into a smile as Tommy turned, stretching his limbs in the large bed. So large the beautiful male, who already wasn't that particularly tall, seemed to fade away within it.
He looks so peaceful. Adam thought in wonder. So different from last night.

Soft light that had made its way through the door, trailed it's way to the bed and over the pale skin. Dancing higher and higher, almost unnoticeable, but Adam had watched it for the last hour, by now he could tell.
The idea of the pretty creature lying there, just a mere distance away, made Adam aching on the inside. He wanted that creature. The pale body, down to the core. He wanted it to writhe beneath him, he wanted those damned lips to scream his name, he wanted them to whisper and plea, sweat to cover his body and for Tommy to moan delicious sounds. Only for his ears.

The strange thing was, he also wanted things he hadn't experienced before. He wanted Tommy to lazily snuggle up to him, the lips to smile up at him, he wanted him to whisper words that were so different from everything he ever wanted anyone to whisper. He wanted his hands not to roam, but just calmly lay on his chest. He wanted to be Tommy's fucking hangover pillow if it meant he could hold him.

Something kept him from doing both, so instead, he rose from the chair and turned fully to the rest of the city, taking the three short steps towards the balcony.
L.A. seemed utterly peaceful in the early Sunday morning. His light eyes scanned the skyline and his fingers curled around the cold metal of the waist-height fence. Still wondering what in the name had happened last night.

A delicious moan reached his ears, indicating that one Tommy Joe Ratliff was finally waking up. He smiled and all his senses focussed on the soft shuffling sounds inside the apartment, part from his eyes, those still trailed over the horizon.

"What the..! Adam?"

Saturday night 10:38 PM

Adam was once again leaning over the railing of the terrace, finding a little peace where there was no smoke and the music was less pounding. He was looking down at the second floor and the two staircases that led down to the main dance floor. He could see the stiletto heels and boots dancing on the white neon floor pads –not flashing colours, thank the lord— Adam shuddered at the thought of that amount of disco-fever incantations. His dance floor was a classy place for the not so decent dancing that was going on, not some lowbrow disco.
The light grey, almost silvery, walls were covered in golden spots of light and neon flashed just enough to heat that same dancing up even more. Here and there grew plants –smoke resistant— over foreign looking wood. There was even a small waterfall, where the people who needed a little cool danced, feeling the soft drips on their skin. The mahogany wooden bar was crowded, alcohol flowing as it should. The DJ looking over his grinding crowd. White lights flashed over the exposed skin and lips everywhere crashed onto each other. Everything was going smoothly.

The second floor was a lot darker and more cosy, as Adam liked to call it. Less open, Allison usually remarked.

The floor panels were dark, here and there flashing to grey. The walls also darkening up and shimmering in the soft light. If one happened to drop by during the day, they would see that in real light, the walls sparkled richly.
Like the main floor, there were plants, though more daring, with white and black colours in their flowers, here and there a blood-red or dark purple. These little snippets of nature were nicely seated in fancy black planters.
There were more seats and places to relax up here and multiple groups of people were hanging on and around the white comfortable blocks, privately made for Adam. Drinks in their hands and smiles directed at the ones they fancied or were befriending.
A larger part though, was dancing. Not as hungrily and needy as last night, since Saturday always had a little more class then the wild Friday nights, but still groping and grinding their styled bodies in a never ending wave.

Adam's spot, the third terrace, was the darkest of all the floors. Only the people that were closest to Adam ever came up here. The ones he really liked and wanted to keep near. As stated before, Adam kept the things he liked close and those liked things knew damn well to stay close too.

"You waiting for last night's prey?"

Adam turned around and looked straight into the face of Kris Allen, a drink in his hand, the other wrapped around his wife Katy's waist, his eyes friendly, while at the same time trying to look stern.
He failed.

"Who told you?" Adam raised one of his eyebrows. He wasn't even aware Kris was even in town. How far had his mind been gone. Or rather, how bad had his sources been? Had Kris and Allison, the only person that actually knew something about Adam's plans for tonight, already met and talked?
Oh, and with plans he naturally meant making Tommy unable to walk for at least a week.

"Your whole club, it's even cooler looking then last time by the way, is buzzing about it." Kris said, an apologising smile coming to his face. Katy quickly kissed it away.
"Just let him be, Kris."

Adam smirked. "Exactly, listen to your lovely wife for once, Kristopher and leave me be." He walked over to the pair and after he'd lovingly kissed Katy's hand and winked at Kris, he disappeared down the stairs. He had seen a familiar coup of blonde hair, eager to set his plans into motion, but he did not fail to notice Allison watching him from the shadows of the staircase.

The rush of the hunt fled through his veins faster then alcohol or adrenaline ever could. His eyes were on his desired; the pretty slender body and the sparkling eyes. He could almost feel the different layers of his personality, of which Adam had only gotten a glance yesterday. This time he was wearing a tight black long sleeved shirt with shackles, black skinny jeans and knee-length boots. His style and basically the way this man moved was captivating. Adam couldn't really help himself. He had to get to know this man and get to know every least layer to his soul…

Adam almost stopped dead in his tracks. His buckled boots were glued to the floor for just that tad bit of a second. What had he just thought? That wasn't right, he just wanted Tommy, pleasure him more then he had ever experienced in his young life and make him forget his own name while moaning Adam's…
Right?

From the corner of his eye, he scanned the crowd, automatically. Finding nothing off except for Allison, Kris and Katy talking at the bottom of the stairs to the third terrace.

"Tommy." His voice was perfectly smooth and honey covered when he spoke. And he got the desired reaction. Tommy jumped and backed away from Adam's voice, turning around with an almost scared expression. Tense much? Before smiling brightly, though a little shaky.

"You came." Adam couldn't help but sound a little relieved.

"Yeah, I figured it would be fun." His eyes darted to a tall brunette and an even taller dread-locked. Adam assumed they were his friends and that they were the ones that dragged him back.

But Tommy was uncomfortable, he could see it from the way the boy was standing, almost too straight. His eyes didn't avoid Adam's, so it wasn't nervousness for that. But then what could it be?

Adam smirked and saw a shudder run up Tommy's torso. "I'm very glad you came, come on. I'll make the tender make you a drink. Name anything, he'll get it for you."

"I don't really care. But go easy on me, I'm kind of intend on remembering things."

Adam couldn't help but smirk even wider when he guided him to the small black bar; remember he would.

-

It was as if Tommy had changed overnight, again with little changes that put Adam off completely. He couldn't really put his finger on the sore spot, but he was intrigued.
Tommy was sitting even closer to him then he had last night and now looked confident, a little angry even. Adam could barely suppress the urge to question Tommy and find out every single detail of what happened to him in the past day. Heck, he wanted to know where he boy had been his entire life. It was like he had travelled back in time, telling himself not to care, like when he created the Adam Lambert he was now. It was Drake all over again, only now, this intriguing young man made all this rise to the surface. He had to force himself not to care and ignore the annoying little leaps of his heart every time Tommy said his name, or smiled, or even moved and his scent reached Adam's nose.
Drake all over again.
Hurt must have flashed over his face, because Tommy's glittery eyes suddenly stared up at him with concern. The chattering stream of words that had left his delicious lips dying out.
For some reason, Adam really hated that. He liked it when the blonde talked. Thus far he had told Adam about his friends (though Adam had steered Tommy away from asking about his friends) his passion for music, the club and what he thought of it. The fact that he liked Adam's hair colour (he had gotten Adam to admit he was a natural blonde) and his favourite drink. (so that the bartender could make the best he ever had)

He flashed a reassuring smile towards Tommy and to his utter delight saw Tommy's cheeks heat up. Gone was the confidence, and the concern for that matter, and in front of him now sat a shy boy with wide, excited eyes. Adam loved it and almost squealed every time one of these changes would happen.
He ordered another round of Tommy's favourite and started questioning again. "So what do you think of the second floor?" Adam deepened wine-red blush by leaning closer, his breath ghosting over the pale skin when he asked.
"I-I really like it. It's very different from downstairs. Darker too. But that's a good thing; it's hot."

Adam smirked. "How so?"

"Because it's so.. exclusive and classy. I'm loving the glitter. It's like a forbidden temptation, unacceptable pleasure. I think it's fucking frightening up here, but intoxicating." Tommy again rapidly talking, enthusiastic now, encouraged by Adam's questioning and the alcohol that that bartender kept on giving him. "It's absolutely amazing, kind of like you, actually. I have never really seen a club quite like this. And I know my clubs…"

Adam was enchanted by the moving mouth, watching it and the pretty face. He was happily surprised by Tommy's little slip.
Finally, Tommy decided to turn the tables and ask a question himself.
"So, why'd you invite me, of all people?"

Adam almost burst out laughing, wondering if Tommy was either very good at applying make-up without a mirror, because he had obviously never really looked at himself, or that he was actually blind to his own beauty.
So he closed the last inches that separated him from the smaller man and placed his lips on the exposed skin of his throat, just a little below his jaw.
As expected, the younger gasped and unconsciously leaned further towards Adam.

"Because I want you." Adam muttered, still ghosting his lips.

Tommy tensed completely, at the exact same moment Adam sucked on the sensitive flesh beneath his lips, drawing what was likely to be the first of many moans from Tommy's mouth.

Then, to Adam's surprise, Tommy backed away and instead pressed his own lips to Adam's and stood up from his stool, momentarily pressing himself flush to Adam's chest, before he pulled away once more and darted out of Adam's arms, giggling.

"Then come and get me!" He laughed, flicking his hair out of his face, revealing an almost demanding smile. Like he was testing something, before he backed away into the dancing crowd.

Adam stared at the spot Tommy had disappeared for a couple of seconds, completely stunned. Once again Tommy had managed to just get away and slip right through his fingers! He was… Taunting him!
Something that almost felt like anger, but at the same time like a strange excitement and a fright of loosing the beauty again, coursed through his veins.
He was not to be taunted, he was in control; always the one deciding when things would or wouldn't happen. Especially in his own club, for god damned sake! Tommy could get himself hurt, or somebody would touch him and it wouldn't be Adam.

He pushed himself off his own stool and almost sliced through the crowd, which of course parted for him. His trench floating after him. Damn Tommy for his smallness. He couldn't've gotten that far? Could he? He seemed like he could run fast if he put his mind to it.
God fucking damn it, this little game Tommy was playing and the running around in his way too tight jeans made Adam quite uncomfortable in said jeans.

Suddenly, a familiar southern accent found it's way into his ears.

"Lost something? Blonde, glitterlipstick hickey, about this tall?"

Adam's head snapped to the side and then downwards, looking straight into the smiling face of Kris Allen; again. Kris held his hand about an inch or two above his own head and his smirk was very, very pleased.

"Where'd he go?" Adam asked, looking around.

"A little bird called Cassidy saw him flee somewhere, but I'm not sure if I should tell you. He seems really nice and innocent." Kris smile grew even wider, now revealing his teeth, making Adam bare his own in a completely different way. He waved some smoke out of his face and glared at Kris. Kris was one of the few that could get away with stuff like this, probably because he was also one of the few that was not impressed by Adam's aura.

"Kris." Adam growled, but Kris only raised his eyebrow.

"Fine, I'll go find him on my own. Not that his apparent innocence will be protected by you keeping your lovely mouth shut." Adam turned on his heels. He needed to find the blonde. Right fucking now. Just the thought of the plump lips against his made his leather pants even more uncomfortable.

"This lovely mouth is just saying that he could've used the second floor privileges a little better…"

Ground floor, of course! Adam felt like wrist-slapping himself. Tommy had said himself he thought the second terrace was a little frightening. As he thought Adam was. Naturally he would flee to the dance floor downstairs, where he felt more at home. Adam had seen that much yesterday.

"Thank you, Kris." He cooed over his shoulder. Feeling Kris roll his eyes at him.

He strutted towards the left staircase and looked out over the dance-floor and his dancing crowd. He saw blonde, he saw quite-but-not-so-tall blondes. He even saw black, shackled shirts. But nothing that lived up to his glitterbaby.
Glitterbaby? Well, it fitted with the gorgeous glittery eyes his new obsession had.

Suddenly, his eyes met a pair of glittery brown diamonds.
They looked up at him expectantly from the back of the club, waiting for Adam to make a move.

Tommy looked like a mixture between a deer caught in headlights and a young lion about to make it's first kill. He smiled with the same innocence that Kris had spoken of and was tempting Adam to just run down the stairs to get to him.
And still, beneath that lay something Adam could see, but not name. Almost a silent plea for him to just stay up there.

Part of him wanted to, to show Tommy that he could be trusted, because Tommy obviously felt something uncomfortable. But his eyes were still daring and he looked so incredibly fucking delicious.
So he shut down the voice that told him to just stay and look at Tommy until he came to him. Because that seemed to be the game; who would come to who first?
He blocked the annoying voice from his thoughts and walked down the stairs with long, speedy steps.

Within short notice, he was standing in front of Tommy, who now had some kind of satisfied look over him. A 180 degree turn once again. And it made Adam even harder then he already was.
He grabbed the younger's wrist and pulled him towards the DJ stand and to the black spot of curtains.
When he burst through it, he walked only a few steps up the hidden staircase before he roughly, but not harshly, pushed Tommy to the wall, hands on each side of Tommy's head. No words were spoken and their lips crashed together. Tommy tasted delicious, like a mix between fruity, sugar covered candy (probably because of the drinks) and a more natural, lingering taste Adam could only define as Tommy.
They stumbled up the stairs, through the door that led to Adam's apartment, lips still attached. The beat of the music still vibrating between them, along with Tommy's moans.

Tommy's fingers pried on the hem of Adam's shirt as he was once again roughly pushed against the door, which slammed shut, but Adam was quite fed up with being out of control. He grabbed both of Tommy's hands and held them above his head with just one of his as he aggressively attacked Tommy's neck. The young blonde gasped and tilted his head back to give Adam better access. His pelvis arched when Adam immediately found his pulse and roughly sucked on the flesh, his teeth slightly sinking into the skin. Needing to mark the smaller as his.
A needy moan escaped Tommy when Adam returned to his lips, kissing and licking them until they bruised. Adam's other hand now underneath Tommy's shirt, trailing his sides and his abs with his fingers. Tommy sighed in pleasure when the cool hand reached his nipples and Adam immediately slipped his tongue into his mouth, their lips folding around each other. Adam's tongue licked the insides of Tommy's mouth, dancing with the other's tongue. Tommy on his turn bucked his hips up into Adam's, feeling his length through the leather jeans, making another moan escape his lips. He wanted more of Adam, more skin, more kisses, more touches. Adam felt it, like he felt Tommy arch into him, needing more.
So finally Adam pressed their bodies flush together and pulled one of Tommy's legs around his waist, grinding into him. Pulling a really throaty whisper of "Adam!" from the bruised lips.

Temporarily removing his lips from Tommy's he trailed his hands over the insides of his thighs, quickening Tommy's breathing and effortlessly slid the leather boot of his leg. His feet were surprisingly mall.
His lips found their way back to the pale skin and sucked harshly, feeling the younger's hands tighten around his shoulders in a dead-lock, but also feeling Tommy's other leg wrap around him, within seconds the other boot was on the floor too and he was only supporting Tommy by pushing him against the wall and the blonde holding onto him, as he still hungrily sucked every bit of exposed skin he could find.
Unsatisfied, his hands travelled down, to the hem of Tommy's shirt and pulled it over his head.
Tommy groaned at the loss of the lukewarm lips on his skin and pushed his own back against them immediately when his shirt was successfully removed. Pressing himself as close to Adam as he possibly could, now sticking his tongue into Adam's mouth and Adam let him, the freckled hands now cupping Tommy's ass. Still dry fucking him into the wall. Ripping moans from Tommy as he on his turn basically pulled Adam's shirt off. His hands roaming the other's arms, chest, face. Every place he could reach. Both man's arousal now clearly feelable for the other. Both their breathing laboured, Tommy's hitching when Adam's index finger circled his nipple.

"So pretty. So goddamned beautiful." Adam muttered against Tommy's lips, before sloppily kissing him again.

Tommy nodded. "Such passion." He mumbled to Adam, nipping his bottom lip. "How much of a good fuck am I?"

The question, suddenly uttered in a bitter tone startled Adam and he pulled his lips from Tommy, looking at the boy he was pinning against the wall. His neglected length throbbing for the blonde, yes. But the question still set him off.
he looked into Tommy's half closed eyes, saw the alcohol behind them, but also a pool of arousal and, could it be, hints of hurt.
A panicky feeling plunged into his stomach. How had he hurt him? Had he unintentionally inflicted pain onto this heavenly creature?
No, it was not physical pain, but the same hurt that had made him ask the question.

"Well?" Tommy slurred. "Aren't you going to fuck me and disregard of me in the morning, oh great Adam Lambert? Aren't you..?"

The idea seemed repulsive to Adam, even though that was what he'd done to all his bed-partners in the last months.

Impulsively he pulled Tommy closer and hugged him, feeling the same reaction from Tommy and suddenly he felt, no, experienced exactly what Tommy was feeling.
He felt the arousal, so alike to his own. He felt the obvious draw towards a lover, he felt the need that Tommy had for him and even the feelings that stirred so deep within the smaller. But he also felt the fear of rejection, the knowing that Adam was going to hurt him, but also the curiosity as to why Adam did it. The pain of seeing Adam and assuming the man didn't feel the slightest thing for him. The acceptance to just go with it and have fun, but at the last moment being unable to.
All Tommy's emotions shot through Adam like a giant wave and the feeling, their feeling, was so disorienting Adam collapsed against Tommy and they slid down the wall.

He could feel Tommy's hiccups against his throat, the tears rolling over his skin and the weak shoves to get away from him.
To be honest, he felt like an emotional wreck. At the same time he felt the need to reassure and comfort Tommy, because he was obviously far more gone.

"Don't…" He began. "I wouldn't… I do…"

But Tommy pushed him away again, this time succeeding, as he tried to get to his feet again. Only dressed in his black skinny jeans.

"I can't do this. I want to, but I don't…" He whispered, swaying on his feet, his face pained.

The shock of the emotion-wave wore off as soon as Adam saw Tommy collapse. Catching him in his arms and still seeing the shadow of pain on the pale, uncounscious face.

"I'm sorry." He muttered. And he meant it. Though he had no idea why. He had no idea why he felt it now. He had done it so many times, but Tommy just triggered something inside of him.
He stroked Tommy's cheek with his middlest finger and pushed his lock of blonde hair behind his ear.

Then he rose, with Tommy cradled in his arms and carried him to the bed. It was far from how he had planned on doing it. But it was the only thing he wanted to do now. He just wanted to make sure Tommy was okay, to soothe those feelings he had felt within Tommy.

He watched the half-naked man in his bed and almost smirked. It was exactly where he wanted him to be. Though it wasn't exactly how he'd thought he wanted it.

Then he frowned. What was wrong with him. Why did he care?

late Sunday morning, 10:38 AM

"What the..! Adam?"

Adam walked over to the king-sized bed, now pooling in the morning-light and sat down on the end, leaning against the board.

"Good morning, glitterbaby." He said, crookedly smiling at the person he almost-but-not-really had sex with. "How'd you sleep?"

He remembered what had happened last night almost scarily clear and he still felt the shockwave of emotions.
He had no idea what happened, or what to do, for the second time in his entire life. So he just looked at Tommy.

Apparently, he was looking at the once again courageous Tommy, because the still half-naked blonde crawled from underneath the covers and towards Adam, sitting down barely an inch away as he stared intensely at the taller man.
His hand reached up and pried Adam's face towards him.

"You're in pain." He stated, not asked. "Who hurt you? Why would he hurt such a beautiful person as you?"

Tommy hit the painful spot so dead on Adam could only wince at the question. He stared at Tommy in disbelieve. How did he know? How did he find out? Nobody knew, nobody was to find out about Adam, nor his emotions…

The only plausible answer that rose within Adam was spoken with the same annoying voice of reason Adam had shut down just yesterday, at the top of the stairs.

Tommy felt it too.

Not what you were expecting at the beginning, was it?
xtra long chapter because of my unforgivable absence, hope you liked it.
love you all my glamourkittens,
Dawn