Adommy: Mourning

Title: Mourning
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG - 13
Warnings: Excessive use of the F-word, kissing
Word count: 1341
Summary: Tommy mourns Adam's hair.




So, let's get this over with right away. I, TommyJoe Ratliff, am very much in love with my boss. Now as everyone in the world knows, one of the stupidest things in the world that anyone could every do is fall in love with their boss. My boss, a certain Adam Lambert, definitely does not have any idea of my true feelings. Although I'm one of the most blunt people one could ever meet, I don't talk much about feelings. Adam thinks I'm 100% straight. Hell, I thought I was 100% straight until he kissed me.


Yeah that's right, our infamous kiss on national television. Sure I laughed about it with Adam afterwards, but I couldn't stop thinking about it.


But, like I said, I don't talk about my feelings, so let's move on.


Obviously when you get a boner from one short kiss,(though it was one hell of a fucking kiss) you're attracted to the person who gave you said kiss. For a while I just told myself it was because we were both hyped up on adrenaline from the performance, but then the dreams started. After about two months of waking up sweating and gasping Adam's name I admitted to myself I wasn't as straight as I thought.



I started paying attention to every single little detail about Adam. I loved all of his quirks. I loved how after every performance he would be so energized he would like a little kid, bouncing off the walls and smiling about everything. I loved how when he came to rehearse in the mornings he would insist on stealing LP's favorite drumsticks and hiding them in the most random places. Or when rehearsal would be in the afternoon and Adam would attempt to style Monte's hair and I would have to fight him off to prevent him from trying to braid my fringe. I loved how his blue eyes would light up anytime he talked about the tour. I loved how he told me about the most random things, like how he wanted a mansion with an indoor pool filled with dolphins.



There were things I didn't like about him too. Like how his expression would soften when he talked about Kris Allen. How he would be in a bad mood if Kris didn't text him back. How he hooked up with Brad after the shooting of the "If I Had You" music video.



How his feelings for me are completely platonic.



But I still love him despite all of that, because he's still Adam. He's amazing in every way. Perfect.



At least in my opinion.



I was finishing my shower when he sent me a text. I recognized the ring tone as his immediately, Love Game by Lady Gaga. Though I'll never tell Adam about the ring tone.



I bolted out of the bathroom, soaking wet and completely naked, almost slipping and falling on my ass. I sprinted across the hotel room and actually dived for my phone. Thankfully I didn't bang my head on the corner of the nightstand or something. It would be embarrassing to found like that.



It was a picture message. A happy little grin slid itself onto my face as I opened it. The actually message was quite short.



Luv ya, Glitterbaby



Totally Adam. The picture itself was obviously taken by Adam in a mirror. He was wearing his "Lazy clothes" a simple t-shirt and jeans, but his hair... Oh my god. I barely remembered to throw on something to wear before I dashed out of my hotel room. I stop three doors away from my room and banged loudly on Adam's door.



"LAMBERT, YOU FUCKING DUMBASS MOTHERFUCKING FUCKER! YOU BETTER FUCKING OPEN THIS GODDAMN FUCKING DOOR OR I WILL FUCKING KILL THE FUCK OUT OF YOU, YOU DUMB FUCKING FUCKER!!" Oh, I was not happy.



"Okay... wow." Adam said after I finished. He stood in the doorway wearing the same thing he wore in the picture.



"What the motherfucking fuck?" I yelled as I grabbed his head, yanking it down to my level and twisting it so I could see better.



"It's my new haircut, like it?" Adam asked tentatively, a little frightened. As he should be. The idiot!



"YOU FUCKING SHAVED HALF OF YOUR HEAD! How the fucking fuck do you fucking think I fucking feel?"



"You love it! I knew you would!" He grinned.



I shoved him away by his head and he stumbling, catching himself on the doorframe.



"Ow,"



"Oh shut the motherfucking fuck up!" I told him.



"You know, I do really enjoy the view and all, since your new look is amazing. I, personally, wouldn't go back to the old one, but I might get jealous when other people start checking you out." He deliberately looked me up and down slowly and I blushed furiously because I was standing in front of Adam Lambert, the man I am in love with, shouting at the top of my lungs, wearing nothing but my Tigger boxers and still dripping wet from my shower.



I quickly shoved past him into his room, but as soon as he closed the door I was yelling again.



"Why the fucking fuck did you fucking do that to your fucking hair?"



"Tommy, I-" He tried to say, but I was too far gone in my rant.



"You stupid fuck! What the fuck are your fucking fans supposed to fucking think?"



"Well, I really-"



"Did you fucking do that you fucking self?"



"No, but I did have to bribe-"



"Fuck! You're a fucking idiot!"



"Tommy, calm-"



"Your fucking hair!" I cried desperately.



"TOMMY, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Adam shouted, I immediately shut up. "Thank you. Okay first, I did it because I felt like it. Do I really need another reason?" I shook my head, he was advancing towards me and with each step he took I took one back.



"Second, I really don't care what the fans will think. Third, do you honestly think I'm stupid enough to do it myself?" At this point my back was pressed against a wall and Adam was only a few inches away.



"Fourth, you've said 'fuck' so many time I'm starting to think that's what you want this to lead to." It took a second for me to comprehend what he was saying. I blushed furiously, stumbling over my words as I tried to deny it.



"You know," Adam interrupted me moving even closer still. "It can be arranged." He smirked.



Then his lips were on mine and I reacted immediately. Wrapping my arms around his neck and tangling my fingers in what was left of his hair. I kissed him back hungrily, pulling him impossibly closer. He bit my bottom lip playfully before sucking it into his mouth. I moaned and pushed my tongue into his mouth, my desire to taste him again overwhelmed every other conscious thought. He gripped my hips and ground his against them so we rubbed together just right. Our moans filled the room, mine turning into a whimper as he pulled away. I let out another moan as he relocated to my neck, eagerly marking my skin.



"Adam," I manage to say through my haze. "I don't want this to just be a quick fuck." I say.



"Mmm?" He hummed into my neck.



"I want it to actually mean something." I'm actually scaring myself at this point, like I said, I don't talk about my feelings. "I love you."



"Oh, Glitterbaby." Adam pulls his head up to look me in the eye. "I was waiting for you to pull your head out of you ass and say something. I love you too." And he was kissing me again.



"So does this mean you're my boyfriend?" I asked between kisses.



"I'll be whatever you want, Glitterbaby."



I hummed in content, pulling him to the bed. We didn't leave his hotel room until Lane threatened to throw us off the balcony without any clothes and leave us to the mercy of his fans.



-End-