Mr. & Mr. Lambert [Prologue]
Title: Mr. & Mr. Lambert
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff
Other characters: Sutan Amrull, Brian London, Ashley Dzerigian
Rating: R
Word count: 1,292
Warnings: use of weaponry, hopefully non-graphic violence, and foul language
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and this is a work of fiction.
Summary: Adam and Tommy get happily married, but they both have a secret life that their loved one doesn’t know about.
Author’s note: Inspired by the film ‘Mr. & Mrs. Smith’, but the story barely follows its plot. I just borrowed its basic setting.
Adam jumped out of the helicopter before it even touched the ground. There was not a second to waste. He wasn’t going to be late to his own wedding. Grateful for his long legs, he started to sprint.
“See you later, A!” Sutan shouted as he landed the helicopter. “I’ll be ready with my makeup kit when you need me!”
“Okay! Thanks!” Adam waved as he thought about all the things that needed to be done. First, a shower was in order. He couldn’t walk into the wedding hall with all the dirt, sweat, and blood clinging to his skin. As far as his fiancé was concerned, he had been singing at a wealthy man’s birthday party in the Upper East Side.
After a quick shower, he had to get his hair and makeup done. He had also noticed that his nail polish had gotten chipped off on a few fingers while he had been washing away the dead guy’s blood. Then he had to make sure that Tommy wasn’t having cold feet. Okay, that was just an excuse to see his beautiful fiancé before the ceremony. Tommy might look angelic, but he was a badass who had once stopped a rat by stepping on its tail. He had been screaming on the couch with his eyes closed, so he wasn’t sure what had happened next. But Tommy had taken care of the rat on his own and Adam had showed him his gratitude for three straight hours.
The thought of Tommy made him run faster. In case Tommy was having second thoughts, he wanted to be around to block the exits. He had no intention of being left at the altar. Tommy was the one who had proposed, wearing nothing but a glittery thong and a grin, so he’d have to stick around. But even if Tommy somehow got away, he wouldn’t be too worried. He was an expert at tracking down people. If Tommy was staying on Earth, he would find him and tie him to his bed.
‘Thank God he likes bondage!’ Adam let out a sigh of relief and ran inside the building. Perhaps he could squeeze in a quick handjob during the shower.
Tommy was standing in front of the mirror, trying to cover the bruises on his throat. His mission earlier in the morning hadn’t gone too well. For a split second, he had considered himself dead. But the fucker had lowered his gun and had grabbed him by the throat. He had thought that the guy was going to suffocate him, but he had kissed him instead. And, when a tongue that wasn’t Adam’s had barged into his mouth, he had snapped. He had literally snapped; the guy’s neck hadn’t stood a chance.
‘That stupid fucker… He wasn’t even a good kisser!’
Tommy cocked his head at the sound of a helicopter as he put more foundation on his neck. It was probably one of Adam’s wealthy fans. Most of the guests today were Adam’s fans and he couldn’t blame them. He himself had been taken captive by Adam’s beautiful voice. That was how he had met the man of his life. After a difficult mission, he hadn’t wanted to stay alone at home. So he had gone out for a drink at a new bar and had heard Adam sing. Again, he had literally fought off rivals in the back alley to have the privilege of taking Adam home.
Tommy smiled at the memories of that amazing night. He had thought that Adam’s singing did things to him, but they had been nothing compared to what his moans did to him. So he had ended up asking for more every time they had tried to get some sleep. He hadn’t been a gentleman, but Adam had indulged him with smiles and caresses that, Tommy was sure, were going to kill him someday.
Knock-knock.
Tommy almost jumped out of his skin. “Who is it?” He grabbed his pencil eyeliner just in case.
“It’s me and Ash. Open up.”
Tommy opened the door and greeted Brian and Ashley. They worked for his guitar shop and were also good friends of his.
“Wow, look at you! Adam’s a lucky man!” Ashley gave him a bright smile and kissed him on the cheek.
“Nah, I’m the lucky one,” was what Tommy wanted to say, but it got muffled against Brian’s chest. “Congrats, man! So happy for you.”
“Thanks.” Tommy brushed some makeup off Brian’s jacket and chewed his lower lip. “Have you guys seen Adam yet? I hope he’s not getting cold feet.”
“Actually, yeah,” Brian answered. “I was in the men’s room and saw him jump out the window. Can’t blame him, man. They say marriage is the graveyard of life.”
He grinned and got a punch on the shoulder. “Oww! I’ll never get how a tiny guy like you can pack a punch!”
‘And let’s hope we get to keep it that way,’ Tommy thought as he left to jam the handle of the window in the men’s room. If Adam was having cold feet, he’d just have to wear warmer socks.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to…”
Adam couldn’t care less what the rabbi was saying. He was technically Jewish, but it was really his mother’s religion. He was sure that healthy words of wisdom were flowing from his left ear to his right one, but he was more focused on his visual senses. Tommy looked absolutely stunning today. Well, Tommy looked stunning every day, but he couldn’t get over how beautiful he was, standing in front of him with his hands in his.
‘I love you,’ he mouthed as his heart pounded in his chest.
‘I love you too,’ Tommy mouthed back, feeling ridiculously happy. When he had decided to follow his dad’s footsteps, he had been warned that it would be nearly impossible to form any kind of a relationship. But thanks to Adam’s patience and understanding, here he was, enjoying this amazing day.
Adam let go of one of Tommy’s hands. There was a tear to wipe off the gorgeous face. Tommy looked overwhelmed with joy and it made him teary as well. He had constantly dreamt of finding the love of his life, but he hadn’t held out much hope. Then one night, while he was enjoying his cover job and favorite hobby, a guy had asked him out and had changed his life.
‘Stop thinking about my ass,’ Tommy mouthed with a wink, embarrassed that he had shed a tear.
‘How did you know?’ Adam gaped as dramatically as he could, getting a giggle out of Tommy.
“And, may the grooms learn patience that they are yet to have.”
The rabbi’s words finally registered in Adam’s brain and he gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.”
Tommy laughed and threw his arms around Adam’s neck. He didn’t think that it was time to kiss the groom yet, but whatever. It was his wedding and he wanted to kiss his husband. Besides, he didn’t want to lie when the rabbi asked him if he swore to be truthful to his husband. That was a promise that he wouldn’t be able to keep. Thankfully, Adam didn’t seem to mind him messing up the order of the ceremony, so he dived into Adam’s mouth like a delirious fanboy.
As the rabbi sighed and the crowd erupted into applause, Adam vowed that he would keep Tommy safe and happy. He would savor every single day with him and love him with every fiber of his being. After all, he had made his mother's rabbi sigh. The least that he could do was to show his appreciation for the new chapter of his life.