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Tommy promised himself a long time ago that he wouldn't ever date a man again. When he was young, it was obvious that he was equally attracted to girls and boys. If the varied wet dreams weren't an early indication, when he was in high school, he noticed when a snug tee shirt showcased a girl's chest and when a skirt showed off long, smooth legs just as often as he noticed tight jeans hugging a boy's ass or the ripped arms of the football players.
So it wasn't an issue with his attraction to boys that led to Tommy's vow. It was that the boys he liked and dated invariably ended up being assholes. After boyfriend number three tried to fuck him after their first date, only backing off when Tommy punched him (boyfriend number one being irrationally jealous and possessive and boyfriend number two treating him like some amusing sex toy), Tommy said fuck it and switched to girls. He had to wonder if he gave off some vibe that attracted assholes to him. How else would he be batting 0-3 with boys? Intellectually, he knew that all guys weren't like his sorry excuse for boyfriends, but he was fed the fuck up.
Girls were better. The girlfriends he had in college were sweet and pretty, smart, loved to cuddle and to come to his band's shows. And yes, the sex was amazing. Tommy had no complaints.
Women served him well through out his twenties, and then Adam fucking Lambert had to come along and ruin it all.
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Over the years, there were two or three men Tommy felt an attraction toward, but it was minor and fleeting, not nearly enough to entice Tommy to go back to men. He was perfectly happy with women, thank you very much.
Adam was different. And wasn't that a fucking understatement of epic proportions? Tommy thought he should get that tattooed somewhere on his body: Adam is the exception to every rule.
That pretty much said it all.
Being bisexual, though not in practice anymore, he didn't have a problem with the 'stage gay' that Adam came up with and he went with it. It was an awesome marketing strategy. And hey. Even though he didn't fuck men anymore, he could respect that Adam was ridiculously hot and a fantastic kisser, forceful and commanding, but not harsh or controlling.
It was hell on Tommy's libido. He hadn't jacked off so much since he was a teenager. He was in danger of chafing; he ended up investing in an extra large bottle of lube that he put to very good and often use.
Adam pushed every single one of Tommy's buttons, and Tommy really didn't know what to do about it. He hadn't dated a man since high school, and when he caught himself seriously considering finding a way into Adam's bed, it was scary and intimidating as all hell.
But it was Adam, and somehow that made all the difference.
Still, even after he decided that Adam was worth the risk and he couldn't pretend that he didn't get hard every fucking time Adam kissed or touched him on stage, how did he go about confessing that to Adam? How did he tell Adam that hey, you're fucking hot and I want to you to hold me down and feed me your cock?
That wasn't something that could be slipped into casual conversation, even though he and Adam were close. Tommy wanted to use more tact.
And it wasn't just that Tommy wanted Adam to fuck him. Oh, no. Nothing that simple, unfortunately. Story of Tommy's life. He had to go and actually fucking fall in love with Adam. Without Tommy even realizing it, Adam snuck his way into Tommy's heart, made himself right at home, and became become one of the most important people in Tommy's life.
Yeah. Fuck his life and all that.
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With only three weeks left in the tour, Tommy finally has had enough. Tonight's show was extremely sexual, with Adam pulling his hair and giving him a deep, possessive kiss to the glee of the audience, and Adam even jacking his bass. Tommy nearly whimpered when Adam walked away from his, strutting and singing and so fucking hot, Tommy could hardly stay upright.
While Tommy's reasonably sure Adam wants to fuck him, he isn't as sure if Adam has deeper feelings. But Tommy can work with that. Like the internet says, he's pretty and tiny and presh and just Adam's type. He isn't above playing a little dirty to get Adam and keep him, either.
So after the show, while Adam's talking with the fans, he sneaks into Adam's room on the bus wearing just one of Adam's undershirts and boxers. Brad told him Adam had a kink for boys in his clothes.
Waiting there, spread out on Adam's large bed, his nerves catch up with him. Adam's not like those boys he dated in high school, but still. It's been a fucking long time since he's slept with a guy (there were a few drunken times in college Tommy'd rather forget), and Tommy knows Adam isn't lacking in size. The thought of Adam's huge cock sliding into him has Tommy eager and hesitant in equal measure.
It'll be good. Tommy believes that. Anything with Adam will be good.
"Tommy?"
Tommy's head whips around to the sound, seeing Adam standing in the doorway, one hand still on the knob. His eyes were slightly wide, darting around and looking everywhere but at Tommy.
"What are you doing?" Adam says.
Tommy's ridiculously pleased at the nervousness in Adam's voice; this is a good sign. He gets on his hands and knees and crawls forward on the bed, closer to Adam. "Waiting for you," he says.
"Why?" Adam's eyes land on him for a second, and then he hastily looks away, swallowing.
Tommy smiles, noticing Adam's gripping the doorknob so tightly his hand is white. It makes him relax; Adam's clearly affected by him. "Because I've had enough," Tommy says. "I'm done waiting."
Adam finally lets go of the doorknob and steps inside, closing the door behind him. He doesn't make a move toward Tommy, though, and leans against the door. "Waiting?"
"For you to make a move. To tell me you want me." Tommy sits back on his calves and pulls Adam's undershirt off. "You do want me, don't you, Adam?" He rubs his hands over his chest, tugging at his nipples.
The sound Adam makes, something between a groan and a growl, sends a shot of arousal straight to Tommy's dick.
"Fuck, I want you," Adam rasps, finally spurred into action. In three large strides, he's in front of the bed, and he reaches out, grabbing Tommy and pulling him against his chest, Tommy whimpering and clinging to Adam as Adam's lips find his.
Fuck, it's good. It's so good. Passionate and wet, deep and a touch desperate, Tommy's lightheaded from the sensations.
Adam rips his mouth away after he's owned Tommy's mouth, and Tommy gasps, gulping in air. Adam's hands settle on his ass, possessive, squeezing and massaging. Tommy keens, pressing closer, and thrusts up, pushing his dick into Adam's stomach.
"Fuck, baby," Adam says, biting and licking Tommy's neck as Tommy ruts against him. He encourages Tommy to lie back, and Tommy does, Adam following him, lying on top of Tommy and pressing him to into the bed. "Want you so much. For so long."
"Want you too," Tommy says, grabbing Adam's head and joining their mouths again.
Adam's tongue hands roam over his body, touching and caressing, and Tommy doesn't even try to hold back, touching Adam in return and letting Adam hear his pleasure.
Adam's clothes come off and Tommy's boxers disappear, and they're naked, flushed skin pressed together, hard cocks rubbing and grinding. And then Tommy stops thinking at all, any doubts and worries he had about being with Adam fading away under Adam's masterful, tender kisses and touches.
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Afterward, Adam cleans him up, Tommy murmuring sleepy thanks. He's ready to sleep, sated and tired and feeling fucking wonderful, the ache in his ass delicious. The sex was even better than Tommy imagined, and Tommy imagined a lot. Tommy'll be demanding Adam fuck him often. And maybe he'll even return the favor. That'll be fun.
"Tommy," Adam says, and Tommy cracks one eye open and looks at Adam. He sounds unsure and hesitant, but his eyes are longing, and Tommy smiles.
"C'mere," he says, opening his arms.
Adam immediately lies down on the bed and lets Tommy hold him, Adam curling into his arms.
Adam's so tense, it makes Tommy hurt for him. Too many men have taken advantage of Adam's giving, caring nature. "I love you," Tommy tells him, running his fingers through Adam's damp hair. "And fuck, I love your dick."
There's a beat of silence, and then Adam laughs, finally relaxing. "I love you, too," he says. He slips his arms around Tommy's waist and cups Tommy's ass. "And your ass. Hmm."
"Is that right? Guess we're a perfect match," Tommy whispers, dipping his head so he can kiss Adam.
"I guess we are," Adam whispers back, and Tommy lets himself melt into the kiss, fatigue vanishing and desire building again.
Adam's the only exception Tommy'll ever want, and he's okay with that. Two of Adam's fingers push inside him, and Tommy moans, pushing back into them, and he amends his previous thought. He's very okay with that.
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