Adam's POV
I arrived at the club at around one in the morning considering I got to my apartment fairly late. And I didn't even spend that much time getting settled in; I just called up Brad pretty much for sex. I guess I was a lot more sexually deprived than I thought. I'm not a whore by any means, but I'm a guy (just like a straight man) that needs sex. So fucking sue me for being human! However, that's why I love Hex. It's just a fucking sex palace! It was pumping, but there were thins amount of people on the actual dance floor. Even though I loved the dance floor almost as much as the back rooms, you pretty much just came to Hex for some screwing. Most of them were in the back rooms of Hex because that's where all the fun was. You know, the moaning, sweating, and coming. I saw Brad sitting at the bar and I pranced up to him. He was in short (VERY short) black leather trousers and he wasn't wearing a shirt—he knew that I wouldn't be able to resist him like this. Body glitter graced his pale and smooth flesh and I wanted to lick it all off of him. I just wanted to fuck him wild and senseless. Keep eating him until he was just up in the clouds in pure pleasure.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and he gasped in surprise. I giggled, kissing his neck and licking inside his ear. "It's been too long, Bradley," I whispered quietly, and he took another sip of his drink. His long eyelashes fluttered and they gazed at me. Brad didn't speak, but I knew his bright eyes could speak for him and they said he too, was as horny as I was, and that was good because I just wanted to get inside his ass. I smiled wider and he hopped from his seat, skipping to one of the back rooms. I quickly followed him, the flashing of the lights and booming of the music intoxicating my senses. I let out a little growl. I couldn't get riled up right now, I needed to wait until he was all set. My black bag was heavy on my shoulder with my knowledge of what was currently contained within its leather seams.
When we finally arrived at our reserved room, I tossed him onto the messy and small bed that was located in the middle of the room. Glistening sheets separated us from the other Hex rooms and glitter and black lights surrounded us, making the air suffocating. There was a thin amount of purple smoke circulating around the room and when I inhaled deeply through my nose I could notice, it was lavender. My tongue fell from my mouth and I knew the smaller man must have requested scented smoke to enter the room. Aw, he was too sweet. But I wasn't looking for some sweet chat; I was in the mood for some rough and kinky sex. I wanted blood and scratch marks on me. Him screaming so loudly, he wouldn't be able to speak in the morning. Oh, shit, I really needed to be laid before I murdered the poor man from sex.
"I brought toys, Bradley…" I mused, slipping off my messenger bag with a smirk. He grinned widely. I knew he would just love it. He loved everything I did. And, even though we did break up, he didn't mind having little flings with me because neither of us were currently in a relationship, so it was fine. Plus, we both needed sex and since obviously, I was attracted to him, and he to me, we would just have some sexy times together. And…Just between you and me, I totally wrote "Kiss And Tell" for him. Embrace it because sex is not the enemy, bitch. Have you listened to those lyrics? It totally relates to what we have going on. Sex, sex, and much, much more sex. All it was, was sex and we were both satisfied with this aspect.
"Well, you wouldn't be Adam Lambert without bringing toys, now would you?" he asked and I chuckled, rummaging my hand into the bag and pulling out a shimmering toy. His eyes widened and I smirked, pouncing on the small man and bringing my face to his ear. Both my knees were on either side of his small waist and his hands coyly wrapped around my already sweating neck.
"Don't be afraid…Just scream," I mused and he whimpered, but giggled loudly. He always giggled right before I was about to do something naughty, and I loved him for it because honestly, just fuck, Brad.
He ran his hand down his chest and stomach, toward his crotch where he gripped his growing bulge and eyed me. His legs fell open and he stared at me hard, leaning up and nibbling my ear lobe. "I'm all yours, Adam Lambert…" he whispered sweetly and I growled, ripping off his leather trousers and putting the vibrator in my mouth, sucking on it, and turning the sex device on full power, moaning at the shuddering sensation it brought to my body. My spine let a little shiver tremble down it and I just wanted to sit on Brad, my growing erection poking into his stomach. He gasped and I smirked, taking the toy out of my mouth and gently toying with his entrance. His beautiful body arched up in pleasure and he let out a soft whine. I smirked, my eyes becoming black with lust and everything else happened in a sudden cloud of desire…
I woke up next to Brad, on my bed and my head was pounding. My ass ached and I gulped, running my fingers through my hair, moaning lightly and curling in a ball next to Brad. Ow, my lower back hurt like a bitch, but I was pretty sure I topped last night! I tried to recall what happened, but my head hurt way too much. How the fuck did we even end up back at my house? We both drank during the entire sex ordeal, so no drunk driving, but—Ow, okay, Lambert. Shut up, you can't think because your head hurts way too much, so just enjoy the warmth of this small elf man next to you. And that's what I did—or at least attempted to do. I frowned, wrapping my arms around Brad's waist and nuzzling into his neck.
I heard him giggle. Fuck, I woke him up; I didn't want to do that. but he seemed pretty wide awake already, "G-Give me your phone, A-Adam," he slurred and I was still pretty out of it, so I didn't really know what was happening, but I nodded, slipping into my taught pocket and tossing it to him, kissing his neck and licking at the alcohol that slipped down his flesh. I didn't really know what was happening right now, but I trusted his judgment. It didn't even occur to me that he was drunk out of his mind too, but I was hung over. "I-I'm gonna prank call someone, I dun know whom t-though," he slurred, hitting a random speed dial and holding the phone up to his ear. I just grinned, wrapping my arms around his waist. Ha, this is gonna be so f-fucking funny. I can't wait to see what bitch answers!
"H-Hi, T-Tommy…" he mumbled and I bit my bottom lip, my glassy eyes looking to the side. Uh-oh. Wait, no, this is going to be funny! Tommy loves pranks and shit, he'll get a motherfucking riot out of this. I mean, he know t-that I, like—stop thinking and just listen to Brad talk to Adam, shit! "Ohhhh, my goooooddd, Adam has the b-biggest fucking dick eva!" Brad giggled and I gasped, about to say something, but I ended up throwing my head over the side of the bed and throwing up. It burned coming up my throat and I whined, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, and I gagged again, puking up some shit.
"U-Uh oh…Adam's sick…" Brad went back to the phone and giggled, "I guess he can't take me dick either," then he hung up. I heard the ring from the dial pierce my ears and I groaned.
"B-Brad, why'd you c-call Tommy?" I mumbled, gripping my head and wincing at whatever the hell I threw up. Ew…It was weird and I swallowed down anything else, reaching to my bedside table and grabbing a cold water bottle I always placed there. I uncapped the lid and held it to my lips, gently swallowing it down and licking my lips. That felt better, but my head still pounded like a bitch.
"B-Because," he mumbled, pressing his lips against mine and I moaned, gripping onto his hips and pulling him on top of me. He straddled my waist, running his fingers through my hair and nibbling on my bottom lip. I opened and I felt his tongue taste my mouth.
"F-Fuck, Brad…" I mumbled and he chuckled. He giggled and kissed the corner of my mouth, down my neck as he ground his hips into me.
Damn, I was glad the tour was over…