Glitterific! (The Sparkliest Tour Ever),19
Glitterific! (The Sparkliest Tour Ever)
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Multiple
Summary: (forgive the lame ass summary, its not a serious fic, its practically crack!) Tokio Hotel's lower ticket sales and expensive tour have left them in a tight spot. When their management find the best answer to their dilemma, they find themselves in a place they never wanted to be...second in line-up for a Adam Lambert tour. When the openers end up being newly reunited Cinema Bizarre, who feel lucky to just get a chance to tour North America again, one thing is for sure... it is sure to be the sparkliest tour ever.
Author's Note: RAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Adam whined, flopping down on the bed. “I know,” he said, sighing heavily as he covered his eyes. He heard the door open and looked up to see Monte, as he expected. “Yes, I said I heard you,” he said, then hung up quickly. “Fucking management,” he said, groaning.
Monte walked over and sat down beside him. “What’s up?” he asked and Adam pouted.
“There’s this giant photo of Strify and Kiro fighting outside the restaurant the other night and me standing beside them and it’s all over the internet and supermarket tabloids,” he said. “I’m going to stab Perez Hilton in his fat face next time I see him,” he said, and Monte laughed. “Seriously, he drew shit on my face and put a thought bubble over my head saying ‘girl-fight’!” he said, and Monte laughed harder.
“That’s terrible,” he said, and Adam glared.
“You look awfully happy for someone sympathetic to my pain,” he said, and Monte shrugged. “What did you need?” he asked, sitting up with a pout.
Monte rolled his eyes. “Adam, what the hell are you doing the last few weeks?” he asked.
Adam frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked, honestly confused.
Monte shot him a look. “You haven’t rested in ages, Adam,” he said, and Adam sighed guiltily. “Look, you are a social butterfly, I understand this, but you plan shit for all of you, or you stay in and drink yourselves stupid, but you haven’t rested in forever and I’m worried,” he said. He gave him a more serious look. “And what are you doing with Tommy?” he asked, and Adam frowned more.
“Monte, what the fuck?” he asked and Monte glared. “What?!” he asked defensively.
“He has spent every night in your bed for the last two weeks if we aren’t on busses,” he said pointedly. “I didn’t see anything weird for a good few times, but everybody else has been thinking it for the whole tour and now you’ve started sharing a room.” He looked at Adam. “So I’ll ask again, what are you two doing?” he asked.
Adam shook his head. “Nothing you all seem to think!” he said. “Monte, you know better-“
“And apparently you don’t!” he said, and Adam gaped. Monte sighed. “Adam, come on! I don’t think for a minute you two are sleeping together,” he said. “But I do notice shit, Adam, and you’ve got to stop doing this,” he said.
Adam grumbled. “What?! What the fuck am I doing?” he asked.
“Leading him on!” Monte said, and Adam froze, blinking.
Adam shook his head in disbelief. “Wait, what?” he asked in confusion.
Monte rolled his eyes. “The whole tour you go between ignoring Tommy and fucking sharing a bed with him and it’s messing with him! I’m not sure he even realizes it yet but the kid’s head is really fucked already,” he said. “He is getting so jealous of everybody else because you go between focusing most of your day on him and then ignoring him for a few days in favor of shopping with someone or going out with someone or just hanging out with them all,” he said.
“Monte, I don’t know what part of this people miss, but Tommy. Is. Straight!” he said, then sighed. “You know I don’t mess around with straight boys,” he said. “And you know I’d never mess around with someone as close as Tommy is,” he said.
Monte shook his head. “Tommy is about as straight as a Yu,” he said, and Adam snorted.
“Yu is about as straight as a fucking slinky,” he said, and Monte gave him a pointed look. “Monte, you are imagining things,” he said, and Monte shook his head, standing up.
“Whatever Adam, keep going until you end up costing us a bassist,” he said, then looked at him. “Adam… even if he has been straight all this time, it still isn’t hard to fall in love with someone when they share all the same interests as you and Tommy do,” he said, then gave him a look. “Throw in that you care more about your friends than most people do their own mother and Tommy is exactly your type so you flirt more than you mean to sometimes, and Tommy Joe never really had a chance at not falling for you, Adam,” he said, giving him a nod as he walked out, letting the door shut.
Adam laid down wondering how much he was missing and how bad things already might be.
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Over a few days Adam paid closer attention to Tommy and didn’t like what he saw. He had never paid attention to the way Tommy came to his side to nuzzle into him whenever he came near him not only during their planned stage show, not only on stage, but even if they were just standing around. He had always been used to his friends using him as a surrogate heater in a cold room, so he rarely noticed when someone came to cuddle up to him, but it was hot enough already, so there was no reason for him to be tucked under Adam’s arms as they waited on sound check.
“Tommy Joe, are you sick?” he asked, pushing his hand through Tommy’s hair.
Tommy frowned. “No why?” he asked curiously. He smiled and nuzzled into Adam’s chest, sighing contentedly and Adam’s stomach lurched at the look of comfort on Tommy’s face.
“It’s as hot as all get out in here, why are you all over me?” he asked softly.
Tommy opened his eyes and smiled. “Why not?” he asked, then tilted his head up to press a kiss to Adam’s cheek, which shocked Adam somewhat, since Tommy didn’t usually do that. “I’m really comfortable,” he admitted, then shrugged. “I fit here,” he said, and Adam smiled almost sadly as he saw the look in Tommy’s eyes.
“Okay, Glitterbaby,” he said, then kissed his hair with a cringe. He shot a look at Monte, who just caught his eye and gave him a look that clearly said ‘I told you so’.
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Georg looked up just in time to see Strify turn and kiss Yu. “Damn,” he said, blinking.
Strify moaned then pulled back, giggling. “Yu, stop it!” he said, swatting. “Good luck kisses don’t have tongue,” he said, glaring playfully.
Georg grinned. “That’s still hot,” he said, and Strify shot him a playful glare.
“You really get off on seeing me with other people?” he asked and Georg chuckled.
Kiro snorted as he fluffed his hair. “Who doesn’t?” he asked. “You should pick up someone for a threesome,” he said, and Strify snorted.
Georg dropped his magazine as Strify walked over and climbed onto his lap, sliding his arms around Georg’s shoulders with his knees on either side of his thighs on the couch. “I don’t want to,” Strify said, and Yu and Kiro gave him confused looks. “That would mean less time with Georg’s cock for me,” he said.
Georg chuckled. “I like watching you kiss other people but I’d be annoyed the other person was getting to touch you and stuff. You are the best I’ve ever had in bed, easily,” he said. “So I guess we’re both greedy,” he said, sliding his hands down to squeeze Strify’s butt. “Besides, I can’t exactly trust some girl to not tell the world ‘omfg Georg Listing is gay!’ and fuck up a lot of stuff for us,” he added.
Strify huffed. “Who says it has to be a girl? I like guys better,” he said.
“You forget, beautiful, I still don’t like other guys,” Georg said, pecking his lips.
Strify huffed. “Kiro, come here,” he said, and Kiro frowned but walked over. “Kiss Georg,” he said, and Kiro and Georg looked at each other wide eyed before spluttering and starting to argue with Strify at the same time. “Hush and kiss!” he demanded
“Strify, I don’t like other guys-“
“I’m getting married!”
“Oh you’ll both kiss me, but not each other?” he asked, then sighed. “How is this-“ He turned and kissed Kiro then turned and immediately kissed Georg, who closed his eyes and kissed back. Strify pulled away. “Any different than if you kissed each other?” he asked pointedly.
Kiro huffed. “You are in my band and you have always kissed me. Ricky wouldn’t want me kissing another man other than you guys unless a random other person was on stage,” he said.
Georg rolled his eyes. “I’m not interested,” he said, and then unceremoniously dumped Strify onto the couch beside him before standing. “Besides, I’d at least kiss a man who wasn’t engaged,” he said, and Kiro smiled at him. “I liked Ricky, he’s a nice guy. I don’t want him to come after me with a knife when I get back to Germany,” he said, and Kiro giggled.
“Ricky isn’t a violent person, he’d probably just drown himself in vodka and hate me forever if I cheated on him,” he said then shrugged. “I’d never do that though,” he said.
Strify shook his head. “I still can’t believe you’re getting married,” he said, standing to finish getting ready. “You really mess with my idea of ‘no such thing as love’, bitch,” he said, shaking his head.
“That’s a horrible thing to believe!” Bill said, then looked up as he walked in. “What did I miss that made you say such a lie?” he asked, going to the mirror.
Georg chuckled. “Strify doesn’t believe in love. And he said Kiro and Ricky getting married fucks up his idea,” he said.
Bill smiled. “True love is real. Kiro and Ricky are so lucky because they have each other and they’ve found what so many people never will,” he said, and Kiro blushed.
“I didn’t really believe in it before him, so I can see what you mean, Strify,” he said. “But you haven’t dated anybody since Yu,” he said, and Yu batted his eyelashes at Strify. “Hell, being fuckbuddies with Georg is the closest you’ve come!” he said.
Strify smirked. “If you’d have slept with Georg before you were claimed, you would see why I’m reluctant to give him up,” he said, and Bill made a face.
“Gee, the mental image of you two fucking… does so much for the therapy bill’s I’m saving for, thanks,” he said.
Georg smirked when they all laughed. He walked over to Strify and leaned in, arms going around him. “You think he’s joking,” he said, and Strify smiled at him in the mirror.
Georg didn’t know what did it, but at that moment, as Strify smiled at him, he felt something inside him click and his smile faded. “You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, swallowing thickly.
Strify raised an eyebrow. “Thank you?” he asked curiously, then frowned when Georg nuzzled into his throat. “Georg?” he asked, turning to look at him.
Georg chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know why but I feel…completely over whelmed by how beautiful you are,” he admitted.
Strify just beamed. “You’re so sweet,” he said, then kissed Georg firmly. “Straighten my hair,” he said, handing the straightener to Georg. Georg just smiled and nodded, turning Strify to face the mirror.
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Tommy smiled a tiny little smirk as he leaned against Adam, not bothering to hide how being Adam’s plaything on stage made him feel.
Smug.
Adam pulled his hair, yanking his head back and Tommy grinned, looking into Adam’s eyes between glances down at his bass during their little scripted part. However, Tommy parted his lips, ready for a kiss, or a lick, or something…
And was met with a poke to the nose and nothing else. He frowned as Adam walked on, completely leaving him without a kiss. Tommy frowned and pouted, tossing his head back so as to not catch anybody else’s attention. When Adam introduced him, arm around his shoulders, Tommy stood on his toes and bit Adam’s jaw, earning a giggle and shove.
“Tommy!” Adam laughed, rolling his eyes.
Tommy bit his lip and then looked up at Adam through his bangs, parting his lips slightly as he gave him a smoldering look. Adam flickered his eyes at him in confusion, then turned and walked away without another look. Tommy huffed but tossed his hair, turning around to walk in a little circle.
Tommy completed his circle only to stop as he saw Monte looking at him pointedly. Tommy narrowed his eyes then turned and faced the other way, sighing in frustration as he tossed his head and danced around, trying to not completely nut up until he got offstage.
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Multiple
Summary: (forgive the lame ass summary, its not a serious fic, its practically crack!) Tokio Hotel's lower ticket sales and expensive tour have left them in a tight spot. When their management find the best answer to their dilemma, they find themselves in a place they never wanted to be...second in line-up for a Adam Lambert tour. When the openers end up being newly reunited Cinema Bizarre, who feel lucky to just get a chance to tour North America again, one thing is for sure... it is sure to be the sparkliest tour ever.
Author's Note: RAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!
Adam whined, flopping down on the bed. “I know,” he said, sighing heavily as he covered his eyes. He heard the door open and looked up to see Monte, as he expected. “Yes, I said I heard you,” he said, then hung up quickly. “Fucking management,” he said, groaning.
Monte walked over and sat down beside him. “What’s up?” he asked and Adam pouted.
“There’s this giant photo of Strify and Kiro fighting outside the restaurant the other night and me standing beside them and it’s all over the internet and supermarket tabloids,” he said. “I’m going to stab Perez Hilton in his fat face next time I see him,” he said, and Monte laughed. “Seriously, he drew shit on my face and put a thought bubble over my head saying ‘girl-fight’!” he said, and Monte laughed harder.
“That’s terrible,” he said, and Adam glared.
“You look awfully happy for someone sympathetic to my pain,” he said, and Monte shrugged. “What did you need?” he asked, sitting up with a pout.
Monte rolled his eyes. “Adam, what the hell are you doing the last few weeks?” he asked.
Adam frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked, honestly confused.
Monte shot him a look. “You haven’t rested in ages, Adam,” he said, and Adam sighed guiltily. “Look, you are a social butterfly, I understand this, but you plan shit for all of you, or you stay in and drink yourselves stupid, but you haven’t rested in forever and I’m worried,” he said. He gave him a more serious look. “And what are you doing with Tommy?” he asked, and Adam frowned more.
“Monte, what the fuck?” he asked and Monte glared. “What?!” he asked defensively.
“He has spent every night in your bed for the last two weeks if we aren’t on busses,” he said pointedly. “I didn’t see anything weird for a good few times, but everybody else has been thinking it for the whole tour and now you’ve started sharing a room.” He looked at Adam. “So I’ll ask again, what are you two doing?” he asked.
Adam shook his head. “Nothing you all seem to think!” he said. “Monte, you know better-“
“And apparently you don’t!” he said, and Adam gaped. Monte sighed. “Adam, come on! I don’t think for a minute you two are sleeping together,” he said. “But I do notice shit, Adam, and you’ve got to stop doing this,” he said.
Adam grumbled. “What?! What the fuck am I doing?” he asked.
“Leading him on!” Monte said, and Adam froze, blinking.
Adam shook his head in disbelief. “Wait, what?” he asked in confusion.
Monte rolled his eyes. “The whole tour you go between ignoring Tommy and fucking sharing a bed with him and it’s messing with him! I’m not sure he even realizes it yet but the kid’s head is really fucked already,” he said. “He is getting so jealous of everybody else because you go between focusing most of your day on him and then ignoring him for a few days in favor of shopping with someone or going out with someone or just hanging out with them all,” he said.
“Monte, I don’t know what part of this people miss, but Tommy. Is. Straight!” he said, then sighed. “You know I don’t mess around with straight boys,” he said. “And you know I’d never mess around with someone as close as Tommy is,” he said.
Monte shook his head. “Tommy is about as straight as a Yu,” he said, and Adam snorted.
“Yu is about as straight as a fucking slinky,” he said, and Monte gave him a pointed look. “Monte, you are imagining things,” he said, and Monte shook his head, standing up.
“Whatever Adam, keep going until you end up costing us a bassist,” he said, then looked at him. “Adam… even if he has been straight all this time, it still isn’t hard to fall in love with someone when they share all the same interests as you and Tommy do,” he said, then gave him a look. “Throw in that you care more about your friends than most people do their own mother and Tommy is exactly your type so you flirt more than you mean to sometimes, and Tommy Joe never really had a chance at not falling for you, Adam,” he said, giving him a nod as he walked out, letting the door shut.
Adam laid down wondering how much he was missing and how bad things already might be.
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Over a few days Adam paid closer attention to Tommy and didn’t like what he saw. He had never paid attention to the way Tommy came to his side to nuzzle into him whenever he came near him not only during their planned stage show, not only on stage, but even if they were just standing around. He had always been used to his friends using him as a surrogate heater in a cold room, so he rarely noticed when someone came to cuddle up to him, but it was hot enough already, so there was no reason for him to be tucked under Adam’s arms as they waited on sound check.
“Tommy Joe, are you sick?” he asked, pushing his hand through Tommy’s hair.
Tommy frowned. “No why?” he asked curiously. He smiled and nuzzled into Adam’s chest, sighing contentedly and Adam’s stomach lurched at the look of comfort on Tommy’s face.
“It’s as hot as all get out in here, why are you all over me?” he asked softly.
Tommy opened his eyes and smiled. “Why not?” he asked, then tilted his head up to press a kiss to Adam’s cheek, which shocked Adam somewhat, since Tommy didn’t usually do that. “I’m really comfortable,” he admitted, then shrugged. “I fit here,” he said, and Adam smiled almost sadly as he saw the look in Tommy’s eyes.
“Okay, Glitterbaby,” he said, then kissed his hair with a cringe. He shot a look at Monte, who just caught his eye and gave him a look that clearly said ‘I told you so’.
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Georg looked up just in time to see Strify turn and kiss Yu. “Damn,” he said, blinking.
Strify moaned then pulled back, giggling. “Yu, stop it!” he said, swatting. “Good luck kisses don’t have tongue,” he said, glaring playfully.
Georg grinned. “That’s still hot,” he said, and Strify shot him a playful glare.
“You really get off on seeing me with other people?” he asked and Georg chuckled.
Kiro snorted as he fluffed his hair. “Who doesn’t?” he asked. “You should pick up someone for a threesome,” he said, and Strify snorted.
Georg dropped his magazine as Strify walked over and climbed onto his lap, sliding his arms around Georg’s shoulders with his knees on either side of his thighs on the couch. “I don’t want to,” Strify said, and Yu and Kiro gave him confused looks. “That would mean less time with Georg’s cock for me,” he said.
Georg chuckled. “I like watching you kiss other people but I’d be annoyed the other person was getting to touch you and stuff. You are the best I’ve ever had in bed, easily,” he said. “So I guess we’re both greedy,” he said, sliding his hands down to squeeze Strify’s butt. “Besides, I can’t exactly trust some girl to not tell the world ‘omfg Georg Listing is gay!’ and fuck up a lot of stuff for us,” he added.
Strify huffed. “Who says it has to be a girl? I like guys better,” he said.
“You forget, beautiful, I still don’t like other guys,” Georg said, pecking his lips.
Strify huffed. “Kiro, come here,” he said, and Kiro frowned but walked over. “Kiss Georg,” he said, and Kiro and Georg looked at each other wide eyed before spluttering and starting to argue with Strify at the same time. “Hush and kiss!” he demanded
“Strify, I don’t like other guys-“
“I’m getting married!”
“Oh you’ll both kiss me, but not each other?” he asked, then sighed. “How is this-“ He turned and kissed Kiro then turned and immediately kissed Georg, who closed his eyes and kissed back. Strify pulled away. “Any different than if you kissed each other?” he asked pointedly.
Kiro huffed. “You are in my band and you have always kissed me. Ricky wouldn’t want me kissing another man other than you guys unless a random other person was on stage,” he said.
Georg rolled his eyes. “I’m not interested,” he said, and then unceremoniously dumped Strify onto the couch beside him before standing. “Besides, I’d at least kiss a man who wasn’t engaged,” he said, and Kiro smiled at him. “I liked Ricky, he’s a nice guy. I don’t want him to come after me with a knife when I get back to Germany,” he said, and Kiro giggled.
“Ricky isn’t a violent person, he’d probably just drown himself in vodka and hate me forever if I cheated on him,” he said then shrugged. “I’d never do that though,” he said.
Strify shook his head. “I still can’t believe you’re getting married,” he said, standing to finish getting ready. “You really mess with my idea of ‘no such thing as love’, bitch,” he said, shaking his head.
“That’s a horrible thing to believe!” Bill said, then looked up as he walked in. “What did I miss that made you say such a lie?” he asked, going to the mirror.
Georg chuckled. “Strify doesn’t believe in love. And he said Kiro and Ricky getting married fucks up his idea,” he said.
Bill smiled. “True love is real. Kiro and Ricky are so lucky because they have each other and they’ve found what so many people never will,” he said, and Kiro blushed.
“I didn’t really believe in it before him, so I can see what you mean, Strify,” he said. “But you haven’t dated anybody since Yu,” he said, and Yu batted his eyelashes at Strify. “Hell, being fuckbuddies with Georg is the closest you’ve come!” he said.
Strify smirked. “If you’d have slept with Georg before you were claimed, you would see why I’m reluctant to give him up,” he said, and Bill made a face.
“Gee, the mental image of you two fucking… does so much for the therapy bill’s I’m saving for, thanks,” he said.
Georg smirked when they all laughed. He walked over to Strify and leaned in, arms going around him. “You think he’s joking,” he said, and Strify smiled at him in the mirror.
Georg didn’t know what did it, but at that moment, as Strify smiled at him, he felt something inside him click and his smile faded. “You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, swallowing thickly.
Strify raised an eyebrow. “Thank you?” he asked curiously, then frowned when Georg nuzzled into his throat. “Georg?” he asked, turning to look at him.
Georg chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know why but I feel…completely over whelmed by how beautiful you are,” he admitted.
Strify just beamed. “You’re so sweet,” he said, then kissed Georg firmly. “Straighten my hair,” he said, handing the straightener to Georg. Georg just smiled and nodded, turning Strify to face the mirror.
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Tommy smiled a tiny little smirk as he leaned against Adam, not bothering to hide how being Adam’s plaything on stage made him feel.
Smug.
Adam pulled his hair, yanking his head back and Tommy grinned, looking into Adam’s eyes between glances down at his bass during their little scripted part. However, Tommy parted his lips, ready for a kiss, or a lick, or something…
And was met with a poke to the nose and nothing else. He frowned as Adam walked on, completely leaving him without a kiss. Tommy frowned and pouted, tossing his head back so as to not catch anybody else’s attention. When Adam introduced him, arm around his shoulders, Tommy stood on his toes and bit Adam’s jaw, earning a giggle and shove.
“Tommy!” Adam laughed, rolling his eyes.
Tommy bit his lip and then looked up at Adam through his bangs, parting his lips slightly as he gave him a smoldering look. Adam flickered his eyes at him in confusion, then turned and walked away without another look. Tommy huffed but tossed his hair, turning around to walk in a little circle.
Tommy completed his circle only to stop as he saw Monte looking at him pointedly. Tommy narrowed his eyes then turned and faced the other way, sighing in frustration as he tossed his head and danced around, trying to not completely nut up until he got offstage.