Tommy's POV
I hung up the phone, slamming it down on the table angrily. I growled, kicking the floor. What the fuck was that phone call? Why did BRAD call me telling me how fucking big Adam's fucking dick was? Why the FUCK was Adam out with Brad? I groaned, walking over to my bed and throwing my face in the pillow. My fist pounded against the soft mattress when Dave walked into my room slowly. I could feel the extra weight being put on the bed and I whipped my head up, glaring at him.
Okay, so that was kinda mean. I shouldn't be taking my anger out on Dave, but I had to take it out on someone. And if only Adam were available to talk, instead of probably fucking Brad's brains out at the moment, it would be him receiving all my anger... And... What was that other feeling? I could feel something else, not only anger... What was that... Jealousy? Holy fuck, no. Why in God's name (bear with me here) would I be JEALOUS? I mean, of course Adam was cute and an amazing kisser, but what do I have to be jealous of? No, Tommy, you're supposed to be straight, just, straight. Yea, as a circle...
"Tommy? Yo, dude, you okay?" asked Dave and a tear rolled from my eye. Oh, shit. I can't let Dave see me cry! And why was I crying in the first place? This was all wrong! So, so wrong! I just can't deal with it all!
"I-I," I started and Dave sighed.
"Who was on the phone?" he asked. And when I explained to him everything that had happened, he smiled. I got kind of scared by the face he had on at the moment...
"So, you have feelings for Adam?" WHAT? Oh HELL no! What the fuck was he talking about? That makes no sense! I don't have feeling for Adam, I can't, and I just can't because I like pussy...
"What? Of course not! I'm straight!" I yelled and he just grinned even more. God, why does everyone think I like Adam? The fans, the media, and now Dave? They have taken my best friend! No!
"It's okay, Tommy, I'm not a homophobe. If you're gay, that's cool," he said. GAY? Okay, he doesn't only think I like Adam, he thinks I'm GAY? WHAT THE FUCK.
"NO! IM NOT GAY AND I DON'T LIKE ADAM!" I yelled, throwing a pillow at him and he laughed, throwing one back. I giggled, and he stopped staring at me.
"You just giggled. So gay..." he said laughing, and I growled, standing up and walking past him to the bathroom. I needed a shower. Wash all the airport dirt and tears from my soft smooth skin. I turned the knob, watching the hot water drip from above. As I stepped in, I moaned when the hot water graced my skin. My thoughts drifted to Adam and his body. I slipped my eyes shut, imagining what it would be like to just be in the shower with him, having his sterling body pressed up against my hot chest. His growing erection rubbing roughly against mine-
WHAT THE FUCK? Was I just daydreaming about...? Adam Lambert? Oh no, what is this man doing to my life?
I quickly washed my hair, and my pale body, climbing out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my tiny waist and looking at myself in the mirror before glancing down at the phone that was vibrating. Caller ID said 'Adam'... Fucking fantastic. What do I do? Do I answer? I couldn't help but feel excited that he was calling me. I felt like some 15-year-old schoolgirl who was getting a call from my crush. But Adam wasn't my crush! GOD!
And I couldn't help but press 'answer'.