Adam's POV

Brad and I foreplayed a little bit (ya know, he gave me a blowjob, and I returned with a hand job) until he eventually made it evident that he wanted to wash the scent of sex off him. I couldn't blame him though. Last night, I was really rough on him, and he was soaked in sweat and cum. I wanted to take a shower too, but I needed to tie up some loose strings Brad had untied this morning. I still felt kind of awkward with it because, come on, Tommy's my best friend and he doesn't need my ex-boyfriend calling him up with shit. I just needed to call Tommy and tell him that I was sorry and I didn't want anything to be uncomfortable between us. I mean, hell, we make out on stage and shit. It's not like it meant anything. It was all for the fan service, ya know? Sure, we made it seem really realistic, but Tommy was very straight. He just liked to embrace his feminine side more than most straight men, which I appreciated. Plus, he was a good kisser and I was a good kisser, so that's why it looked so passionate on stage. I mean, fuck, leave me alone. But I'm getting off topic. I need to apologize and tell him that what Brad did was wrong and he shouldn't take any of that shit seriously. So, while Brad was in the bathroom, I grabbed my cellphone, the headache fading away and I sighed, hitting my speed dial and pinching the bridge of my nose.

My head still pounded, and the memories of last night were a mere haze in my mind. What did we do? Something like…Vibrators or dildos. Why the hell would we need dildos when we had two cocks (mine can equal two, so I guess three)? That didn't make much sense…I know that Brad had turned the tables and he had his way with me, which was all right. I hadn't been screwed in a really long time and I was starting to feel empty. Sure, there was the occasional fan boy I would just fuck (I'm not a whore, I just need my sex needs to be satisfied), but it never really worked because I didn't want to make myself seem diminutive in front of my fans, so I would never let them screw me, and it was just the other way around. Which it stupid on my part because, as a gay male, I like having something inside me. Brad was a nice substitute, and damn does he know how to screw! My backside was still aching and my flesh hurt from him clawing at me. He was a feisty little cat fuck.

However, I shouldn't be reminiscing on last night's events…What would I say? I was kind of a bitch to Tommy…Well, I wasn't but Brad called him up and told him that I had a pretty big dick. If I were to hear that from some chick Tommy banged, I know I would feel jealous…But then again, I had a crush on Tommy, and I was gay. He was straight, and we were "bros" I guess…Well, he called us bros in an interview before, but what brothers kiss each other on stage and act like lovers in front of fans? Weird ass brothers that's who! I'd rather prefer to him as like…A subject of my love, or just my best friend of all fucking time! He understood more than most people, and that's saying a lot because I've been friends with Monte since the Citizen Vein! However, there was something about Tommy that just made me open up to him. I went to him when I had problems (and now I was the problem) and he would come to me. We were like, buddies.

"Hello?" answered the same boyish voice I remember and I sighed, biting my bottom lip. Of course, I was nervous about what I was going to say to him. He would forgive me though, he had too…I wanted him too. He needed to! I mean, he can't be mad at me for something I didn't intend to happen!

"Hey, Tommy. I just wanted to say I was sorry for, um…Brad calling you and everything," I said and I heard some kind of gritting noise on the other end. I could only imagine he was grinding his teeth together. He did that when he was angry. That or chew on his guitar pick, but I was guessing he didn't have one in this moment in time. Shit, why do I keep going off track? Just focus on the conversation at hand, Adam Lambert. You need to make things right!

"No, its fine Adam…I mean," he sighed angrily, "I guess I should just get use to your boyfriend calling me up and telling me the measurements of your dick," he snapped, and I was taken aback by his tone. It sounded hurt, with jealously and irritation coating the velvety voice. Normally, Tommy was this docile, cool collected guy, but now, I guess he just had something crawl up his ass and die. I mean, come on! He had no right to be mad at me! He, of all people, knew what it was like to have a hangover, and I had a big fucking one. Brad was still hyped up on all the beers and apple martinis he consumed, so he was just a bit pumped up. I don't blame Brad because when you're drunk you do stupid things—but Tommy didn't seem to realize that it was all an accident. He can't honestly believe that I wanted Brad to call him up and say all that shit, can he?

"Wait, what, Tommy? It's not like I told Brad to do that, sweetie," I mused, running my fingers through my hair and praying to some higher power that he would just drop it. "I'm sorry, Tommy, but it was out of my control. Brad grabbed my phone and he was drunk, and I was too hung-over to care what he was doing. Can't you see this?"

"Don't call me sweetie, Adam! Save that sweet talk for your little…Boy toy, or whatever the fuck he is," he snapped and I gasped, sitting up from my bed and standing, pacing back and forth. Brad was kind of like my boy toy, but I loved him, I did. He would forever, be the person I wrote Broken Open too. I mean, it was mixture of past boyfriends, but it was mainly directed at Brad. I hated breaking up with him, but I had to. Our relationship had just run its course is all. Off track, Adam!

"Tommy Joe! We're not dating again, I swear. It was just a little thing. I'm sure you have one-night stands…" I whispered, trying to remain calm. I hated violence and I hated fighting. Especially with Tommy because I loved him like a brother and no one wanted to do that kind of shit to their family. But what was really gnawing on my mind was the fact that he was so defensive. I was half expecting him to just laugh it off and be like, 'Shit, Adam, I already forgot about it. No need to apologize'. But no, he was being a pissy little bitch! Grr, I'm sorry, but seriously, Tommy. Just let it go, please?

"I do, but I don't have my chick call up my best friend and have him say "Oh, Tommy's dick felt so good inside me", you get it, Adam?" he hissed and I sighed, stretching and looking in the mirror. I looked like a mess and I probably should have followed Brad's example and washed myself up.

"Okay, I get your point. But why's it such a big deal, love? I thought maybe you would get a kick out of it because I don't know…" I mumbled and he growled. There was a knock on his door and I heard some muffled talking. It must have been his roommate. I still don't know why he doesn't move out and get his own place. It would be so much easier for him. Then again, I shouldn't dictate his life. Obviously, he's really furious at me right now…For whatever reason!

"Listen, Adam…It doesn't matter, I don't give a shit. Just…" he sighed, "Bye," he muttered and hung up. I frowned, my eyes looking down at my Droid silently. That was abrupt and it was evident he didn't forgive me in the slightest. I needed to make it up to him. I'm not sure what I'll do, but I have to do something.

About two months later, I've been pretty secluded in my own little world with my own people…In fact, I met someone. Someone who is just…Fucking amazing. Like, I don't even know how to tell you…He has this gorgeous blond hair, piercing oceanic blue eyes, and his small elf-like figure. His thick Finnish accent and his adorable way of life. He's just too precious to describe!

I actually met him in Finland and he came to visit America for a little while, and a little while turned into a month. I've been keeping him pretty quiet because I don't want a mafia of paparazzi attacking my poor little man (even though some pictures leaked already; damned pap). Sauli was freaking amazing. And please, please don't refer to him as a blond Drake. Sauli is his own person, and I love it. Today, since tonight was the reunion party, I was going to introduce him to everyone. No one in the band knew about him (unless they saw the pictures via Twitter), and I wanted to make a surprise appearance with him. I'm sure everyone will be happy because I've been looking for someone like Sauli. He's just what I needed in my life, and I'm glad I finally found him.

"Adum, are you shure your friends will like me?" Sauli asked in his thick Finnish accent. I chuckled, kissing his forehead and rubbing the small of his back. He was applying a very thin amount of eyeliner on his eyes and he cursed silently when he poked his eyes. Sauli wasn't really use to the make-up, but he was making an attempt because he thought that since he was my boyfriend, he should look remotely fashionable (even though I thought he was amazing as it was).

"Of course, sweetheart. Who couldn't like you?" I asked, running a brush through my thick and long hair. I grew it out…Ya know, something different. Plus, Sauli said he thought it was sexy. And I wanted to make my man happy.

With a smile, I grabbed his hand and walked to the door, opening it for him (like a gentleman) and locked it up behind me. We walked down the stairs to my Black Mustang (and I saw the pictures online—Yes, that was Sauli with me…Shut up!) and I got into the driver's seat while he entered the passenger's. He grinned, turning on the radio and switching to my album. His leg bounced up and down as a wide smile spread across his face, growing with the sound of the music.

"I still cannot get over I'm dating Adum Lamburt!" he slurred and I grinned, rubbing his leg while turning on the ignition with one hand and spinning out of the parking lot.

"Baby, don't refer to me like I'm famous…I'm just Adam…Your Adam to be exact!" I exclaimed and he laughed, fiddling the dial until he reached his favorite song, "Fever".

"Siellä hän menee kultani kävelee niin hitaasti!" Sauli sang and I gave him an odd look. He laughed and licked his lips, "Finnish for "There he goes, my baby valks so shlow!" He yelped, clapping and turning up the volume, making my voice fill the air.

"Ah…" I murmured, winking at him and driving on the road, with a soft smile.

"Do you fink Tommy vill like me? I fink he is a very good bassist!" he said, and I laughed at his miss-pronation of some words. He could speak fluent English, but I loved his accent. It was as sexy as shit.

"I'm sure he'll love you sweetheart," I said, my heart thrashing in my chest. Yet something told me otherwise…