Adam's POV
I was sad my tour was over. Scratch out sad and put in happy that I was able to entertain millions, but fucking despising having to separate from my glamily. It was my fucking first tour promoting my début album. I was just this twenty-eight year old that got thrust into this huge opportunity because of American Idol, and now look at me. Six months later, and I'm a gay sex symbol. It is almost hard to believe that all over this happened in such a short period of time. Okay, so I can't really say it was short—we all had some great times that made it last. Plus, me being sick some of the time on tour, the fans, and the rigorous traveling, it did feel like it dragged on for an unbearable time, but overall, it was the most pumping experience of my life. I was so glad I could inspire that many people. It amazed me to be honest, and I was glad I could go through all that with the people I loved most. Plus, if I didn't have the tour, I wouldn't have met Tommy, Isaac, or Cam. Everyone else I knew from somewhere, but they came along because of my tour. And I was so happy about it. God Damnitt, I'll miss them all. But I have to stop thinking that this is the only time I'll ever be able to see them. I heard Sasha was doing a reunion party eventually; plus, I'm going to invite them to my parties and what not.
I sighed, walking into my new apartment. I was kind of homeless during tour, but over the phone—and with the help of my mother—I was able to buy this nice little complex. It was fairly large (okay, scratch that; it was like one of those Las Vegas suites it was so fucking HUGE. Damnitt, I love San Diego!), with marble and granite counter tops, floors, and walls. As soon as you walked in, you were in the living room that was already full furnished (thank you, mommy) and to the left of that was my bedroom and I was so excited to see it! I grinned, skipping over to it and gasping at the huge ass bed that graced its presence. It was bigger than the one on the tour bus! Ho, shit! This is awesome. I loved large beds! I was virtually incapable of surviving in a small frame. I mean, I'm pretty tall, but I need a mattress that's at least five inches taller than I am. It's kind of an OCD thing.
My boots clicked on the marble floor as I fell onto the silk sheets, slipping my hand into my pocket and pulling out my Droid. I bit my bottom lip, dialing Cheeks' phone number. Maybe it was too early, I wasn't sure. I just got back from the airport, but I was pumped and a bit lonely to be honest. And I didn't want to call any of my band or dances to come hang because they were probably spending time with their families. I would be doing the same, but they're in LA right now for some convention. And I saw Neil all throughout the tour, and I'm not trying to be mean or anything, but he can get pretty annoying sometimes (like all younger siblings).
"Hello? This is Cheeks speakin'," Brad said in his diluted Texan accent. I chuckled, my eyes brightening at the sound of his voice. Damnitt, I missed him so much. I could give two fucks that we broke up; we still went out to dinner and stuff. I was so happy we were able to maintain this kind of connection. Most couples wouldn't be able to, but Cheeks is someone you just want to cuddle with for hours. He was too cute.
"Hi, Brad! It's Adam! You heard I was off tour, right?" I asked, sitting up from my bed and walking into my bathroom, stifling a gasp at the beauty. Leave it to Adam Lambert to be simply amazed by a stunning bathroom! But this was—as Tommy would say—the fucking shit, man! Like the rest of the house, it was green marble floor and deep blue (kind of like my eyes) granite counter tops. It was super large, about half the size of my bedroom and the bathtub and shower were separate! HOT SHIT! I loved being surprised by interior decorating. It was kind of my thing.
"I heard, Adam! I was gonna visit you at the airport, but I was busy filming something…" he mumbled and sounded slightly distressed. I was wondering if maybe he was cooking or something. A small smile graced my lips at his tiny figure trying to cook up a nice or decent meal. And when he said filming, he probably was talking about that 'Front Men' thing. Yes, I do watch his stupid little YouTube videos. I think he's just too cute to resist!
"Well, I just got home and I want to see you! Want to go to our favorite place? I'll meet you in…We'll say an hour?" I asked and I could hear the smirk in his voice. I knew he would say yes…
"I can tell even the fame and fortune hasn't kept you grounded enough to stay away from that place, Lamb…You still love Hex," he whispered seductively and a shudder ran down my spine. Oh, god, this was going to be amazing.
"No…Come on…Do you want too?" I asked and I heard him giggle.
"Of course! I gotta get ready! I'll meet you there in about an hour, sweetheart!" he squeaked, hanging up the phone and I tossed my Droid on the bed, walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. It too was marble and the water came out like a graceful waterfall. I smiled, slowly stripping myself of my clothes and gently stepping into the water and relishing its forever-lasting feel. I groaned, my aching muscles finally releasing some tension. I bit my bottom lip, my right hand snaking down to my dick where I gently began to stroke it. My breathing hitched and I moaned, petting it faster and faster until its once flaccid form became slightly hard. I exhaled, raising my hand and grabbing my lavender shampoo running that in my hair, then some conditioner and my lavender body wash all over my freckled body. I rinsed off thoroughly, stepping out and grabbing a towel, drying off the water and gasping lightly when the material gently pressed on my aching dick. A sensation ran up my body and I moaned, wanting to touch myself further.
"Fuck, Adam…Just wait until you get to the club…" I walked into my bedroom, securing the towel loosely over my thighs and bending down, grabbing a black box from under my bed. It had glitter carelessly tossed on it and I smirked a little, opening its lid and looking at the inside. I undid the towel from my waist and gingerly pulled up some tight, black leather pants over my legs and stifled a breath when it touched my dick. I shook my head, reaching in and grabbed a low-cut shirt, a V-neck that hung low enough to see most of my freckles and a good amount of my red chest hair. It was a deep red, almost like blood and had splattered paint on it. I grabbed the pair of elbow length black leather gloves and pulled that up to my arms and took out a black messenger bag, draping that over my shoulder and placing a couple…"toys" if you will into them. I zipped up my leopard boots that reached up to my mid leg and smiled.
With a slight smirk, I walked into the bathroom, placing an excessive amount of eyeliner on, under and over my lids, some black and blue eye shadow that reached up to my thick black eyebrows, and just to be a bitch, some sparkling pink lip-gloss. When I was satisfied with my appearance, I smirked, walking out of my bathroom, bedroom, and toward the front door. I opened it, locking it swiftly before skipping down to my car.
It was gonna be a wild night…