More Alike than We Thought Part 1/3
Title: More Alike than We Thought
Chapter Title: Is it So Obvious or So Wrong?
Author: Helloiamsilver
Disclaimer: I own none of the people involved and this (as far as I know) never occurred
Pairing: Adam/Tommy Adam/OMC Tommy/OMC OMC/OMC Adam/Tommy/OMC/OMC
Rating: NC-17 in later parts
Length: 2264
Warnings: M/M
Summary: Adam Lambert and Crew have agreed to do a benefit show with the popular new band the Fondled Tunics. Pining and Shenanigans occur at their first meeting.
Author’s (too long) Note: So a friend and I've been writing an original story based on our band in Rockband and I just realized how oddly similar the lead singer and the guitarist are to Adam and Tommy. Completely accidental. So I figured fanfic involving all of them was necessary!
The basic set-up for my band is as such: their name is Fondled Tunics, Eli Blatherwick is the lead singer, he has black and blue hair and is gay (ikr? Maybe my subconscious made him like Adam..?) Girard Chanteau is the guitarist and is French. The drummer and bassist are Gordy and Max respectively. Max goes by Maddog. So...that's that. I hope you enjoy! :)
Also, I’m aware I used the name Eli in my Baby Daddy Sperm fic as well. I like the name.
So, it was finally the day before their practice and Eli was excited out his mind as he waited in the hotel bar for Adam and crew to arrive. He had kinda sorta had an enormous crush on Adam Lambert for years and now he was actually getting a chance to perform a joint concert with him and his band. It was almost enough to distract him from the cold ache he could feel residing in his chest most of the time these days.
Whatever, he would not let that rain on his parade today. This was Adam Lambert! He was the most amazing singer Eli had ever had the pleasure of listening to and Eli had been compared to him more times than he thought he deserved. Intimidation and adoration battled for dominance when the man finally appeared. He was tall and beautiful and his warm smile brightened the room, clearing any discomfort that may have existed. Eli found his own smile growing in return. He was so fixated on Adam that he didn't notice the person approaching him until he felt a long arm drape itself around his neck.
Aaand the ache was back. He knew it couldn't stay away for long as he looked over to his smiling band mate, Girard Chanteau. The tall, skinny French boy with his half red, half black spiky hair and his cocky smirk and his beautiful clear blue eyes... God, the damn boy had no idea what he did to Eli. He knew couldn't blame him for it. He determinedly focused his attention back on Adam.
Adam fucking Lambert. He felt a goofy grin start to spread on his face and brushed a dark chunk of hair out of the way so at least one eye could see. To be honest, Eli wasn't really sure how he would function if he could see out of both eyes. The black bangs were kind of attached to his inner being. But he still wanted to be able to see Adam Lambert in all his glory. And glory, he did have. He walked with a confident strut that despite its power had no arrogance and god, what a beautiful face. Eli found himself dropping his gaze again, with fear that he would look like a gaping fool if he kept staring. But Adam came right up to him and wrapped his arms around him in a hug which Eli took a stunned half second to return.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I just love your voice! I’m a huge fan,” Adam pulled away and grinned.
“You’re a huge fan of ME?” Eli laughed, incredulous, “Dude, your voice… It isn’t even possible to describe! And you can hug me any time you want…” Eli winked and it was Adam’s turn to laugh.
“I’ll take you up on that,” He grinned and went up to the bar.
Eli smiled back and looked around at the rest of Adam’s “glamily” and how they intermingled with the rest of the Fondled Tunics. He giggled when he saw Adam’s drummer-Isaac, his brain supplied- staring up at the massive, mohawked form that was Maddog. He was just lucky that the rest of the band had managed to wrestle him into a shirt. If Maddog had his way, he would let that bare, muscled chest be free 24/7.
Not that Eli minded all that much. Maddog was as straight as they come, but what could he say? He had a nice chest. Not exactly Eli’s type though.
No, Eli’s type was more like Adam’s: slender and pretty.
And guitar-playing.
And French if you REALLY want to get specific.
Eli turned to look at Adam’s slender and pretty bassist, Tommy as he talked to Girard about god knows what over some beers. Those fans who were both glamberts and Tunic-lovers often claimed Girard and Tommy looked the same. Eli wouldn’t exactly say they looked the SAME, but he could definitely see the similarities. Mostly that whole slender and pretty thing. And the pout, both of them had beautiful pouts. The major difference between them was Girard’s height. He was about six foot to Tommy’s 5’7 which oddly enough, made Girard look even smaller as he was still so slim. Girard definitely rocked the heroin chic. Without the actual heroin.
As far as Eli knew.
He shook that thought from his head and scanned back to where Monte was chilling in a booth with Gordy, the Tunic’s bassist and Hank, the Tunic’s bus driver/back-up guitarist/part-time keyboardist/… no one was really sure how many /’s. Eli laughed to himself as he watched Monte attempt to bring Gordy into the conversation Unsuccessfully.
Gordy didn’t talk much.
Eli was so absorbed in himself and his observations that he jumped about ten feet in the air when Adam came up behind him.
“Being a little emo over here aren’t you?”
“Gah! I mean uh…Yeah, a little I guess? Been a little emo a lot lately,” Eli shrugged, sheepish.
“Mind telling me why that is?” Adam asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Uuhh,” Eli’s eyes just slid over to where Girard and Tommy were laughing hysterically. Adam pursed his lips into a wry smile.
“Thought so. Just for the record, you don’t have a very good poker face,” Eli sighed.
“You caught me unaware,” Adam slunk down into the red leather booth and patted the seat next to him.
“Why don’t we have a little chat? Singer to singer,” Eli smirked and took the offered seat.
“What would you like to chat about?” Eli asked as he sat back and steepled his fingers on the table.
“Oh, your unfortunately obvious infatuation with your sexy French bandmate maybe…” Adam said offhandedly.
“If it’s so obvious, what do you need to know?” Eli grew defensive. Adam put his hands up in a “calm down” gesture.
“Easy, I just wanted to say…I feel for you. And it can’t be that obvious all the time if he hasn’t figured it out yet,” Adam paused, “He HASN’T figured it out yet has he?” Eli shook his head.
“Not quite the infatuation part,” Adam looked over at Adam and Tommy pensively.
“I know what it’s like,” Adam looked back to Eli with a smirk, “To want something you can’t have. You do get over it, you know. He’s straight; nothing you can do about that,” Adam sounded confident, like he’d convinced himself of this many times before
“See, that’s the thing…” Adam tilted his head in question, “I don’t think he’s completely straight…”
“Wait, hold up,” Adam put up a finger, “That changes the scenario. He’s not completely straight?” His eyebrows shot up his forehead.
“Yeah, uh…” Eli wasn’t one hundred percent sure how to explain, “I mean, I’ve seen him all up on guys before in bars and clubs and stuff but that’s just Girard, he’s a little affectionate,”
“Three beer queer?” Adam asked wryly.
“Well, it’s rare to get him with less than three beers in him at any given time… but anyway and well, we, uh, we,”
“’We…’?? Come on get to the juicy details here!” Adam demanded. Eli ducked his head.
“We might’ve fooled around a little. A few times,” Eli bit his lip as he remembered. Closing curtains around their own private booth. The feeling of Girard’s mouth soft and pliant. When he looked up Adam’s eyes were wide.
“Wait, so you’ve fooled around before, you’re totally in love with him-don’t deny it!- and he STILL has no clue? How oblivious can he be!?” Eli laughed a little.
“Well, we were both really drunk and-”
“So you’re saying he doesn’t remember?” Adam asked, incredulous.
“No, he remembers but it’s not really his thing. He doesn’t,” Eli sighed, trying to figure out how to say it, “He does the groupie thing. He doesn’t put any meaning or emotion into hook-ups. They’re always just hook-ups to him,”
“Are you saying you never just hook-up?”
“No, I do. But there’s a difference between hooking up with someone you’ve never met and are going to leave the next day and someone who you’re close to and care about,” Eli looked down from Adam’s eyes as his voice got quieter.
“I see. To him it was just another hook-up and to you, it was something more,”
“Yeah,”
“Well, no offense, but he sounds like a class-A douche bag if you ask me…”
“He’s not!” Eli leaped to his defense. “He’s hilarious and affectionate and loyal and…he can be so sweet sometimes. Without even knowing it. He does all these little things,”
“Like what?”
“He calls me Eels,” Eli smiled broadly and he stared down at the table, “And tries to teach me French. And whenever I feel depressed he brings me Oreos and Twizzlers and we watch A Hard Day’s Night,”
“The Beatles movie?” Adam asked, grinning. Eli nodded enthusiastically.
“I love it. Girard’s the only one who’ll always watch it with me,” Adam laughed.
“I’m like that with Velvet Goldmine. No one will bother to watch it with me any more,” He chuckled some more.
“Hmm, I’ve never seen it,” Adam’s jaw dropped and he spluttered.
“You’ve never seen Velvet Goldmine!? Oh come on! That’s insane!” Eli cracked up at Adam’s indignant response.
“Well, I’m not really into the glam rock thing all that much. No offense! I love you! It’s just not my style,” Eli shrugged but Adam still looked huffy.
“Well then. I’ve never seen A Hard Day’s Night so we’ll just have to get together and have a movie night won’t we?” Eli smiled.
“That we shall my friend,”
“You know, as much as people say we’re alike, we’re really not aren’t we?” Adam pondered aloud. Eli nodded in agreement.
“Yeah! Like I said, I’ve never really been ‘glam’. I could never wear as much glitter as you do,” Adam wrinkled up his nose in unreasonably adorable way.
“And I wouldn’t be caught dead in those shoes,” Eli looked down at his trusty checkered Vans. Yeah, Adam would probably prefer Girard’s shiny leather boots that for the life of him, Eli would NEVER understand how he walked in.
“I never did theater either. Not really an actor type. I wear my eyeliner with pride but full on dressing up? Not my thing,” Adam nodded in understanding.
“So what did you do in high school? Besides sing?” Eli laughed as he thought of it.
“I was on the wrestling team,” Adam’s “what the fuck” face brought out another bark of laughter from Eli.
“Seriously?” Adam asked.
“Oh, it was for one reason really,” Eli waggled his eyebrows. Adam cracked up at that.
“SERIOUSLY!? You did wrestling for THAT reason!?”
“What can I say? I was a horny gay teenager with the chance to roll around with some sweaty muscular boys in spandex. Who was I to say no?” Adam just continued laughing, drawing Eli with him until they were rolling into each other in the booth. They were finally able to compose themselves after a few weird looks from their respective bandmates.
“Ok, Eli. I can guarantee you I would NOT have done wrestling. Even for that reason,” He winked.
“So we are different,”
“Very. Although those two I believe,” Adam nodded his head to Girard and Tommy, “Are kindred spirits. I’ve seen the way both of them are apart. I’m scared to see what they do together,”
“Imagine how they’ll be on stage!” Eli exclaimed. Girard had never been shy about flirting with Eli on stage and well, Adam and Tommy’s shenanigans were world famous. This could very well turn into an orgy onstage.
“Well, why shouldn’t it?” Adam asked when Eli voiced his concerns, “Well, not an actual orgy obviously, but I’ve got some ideas for playing around…”
“I thought you were spontaneous,” Eli teased him.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t be prepared. Like what if…” Adam’s eyes and grin grew devious, “We had like a mass make-out?”
“I’m not sure I follow…” Adam’s wolfish grin grew impossibly wider.
“Like what if Tommy and I kiss, and Girard and you kiss and then WE come together and kiss?” He raised an eyebrow and bit a lip. Eli’s jaw fell open at the image, “I’ve been thinking of the set-list and I thought for our last song we could do a cover of Lady Gaga’s Boys, Boys, Boys. It would be perfect! Since we’re both out, proud and unafraid,” Adam sat back with his arms crossed, satisfied at his decision.
“And it would be perfect timing for that orgy-kiss wouldn’t it?” Eli asked with a smirk.
“Of course. Hey you know what?” Adam asked suddenly.
“What...?” Eli asked concerned at Adam’s change in tone.
“We should practice,”
“Practice?” Eli asked. That didn’t mean…Oh Eli realized it did mean that as before he knew it, Adam’s lips were on his mouth.
And a split second later, his tongue was inside of it.
Eli usually liked controlling a kiss more, but he was willing to let Adam ravage his mouth for the time being. He let Adam’s tongue explore and caress every corner of his mouth and followed it back into Adam’s. Eli pushed the table out of the way so that he could lift himself up and straddle Adam’s waist and cup his face in his hands.
When he and Adam finally disentangled, he saw Monte looking at the two of them and shaking his head with a fondness born of years of Adam’s antics. He also saw Maddog give him a huge double thumbs-up. But more than that, he saw that Girard and Tommy had disappeared.
Chapter Title: Is it So Obvious or So Wrong?
Author: Helloiamsilver
Disclaimer: I own none of the people involved and this (as far as I know) never occurred
Pairing: Adam/Tommy Adam/OMC Tommy/OMC OMC/OMC Adam/Tommy/OMC/OMC
Rating: NC-17 in later parts
Length: 2264
Warnings: M/M
Summary: Adam Lambert and Crew have agreed to do a benefit show with the popular new band the Fondled Tunics. Pining and Shenanigans occur at their first meeting.
Author’s (too long) Note: So a friend and I've been writing an original story based on our band in Rockband and I just realized how oddly similar the lead singer and the guitarist are to Adam and Tommy. Completely accidental. So I figured fanfic involving all of them was necessary!
The basic set-up for my band is as such: their name is Fondled Tunics, Eli Blatherwick is the lead singer, he has black and blue hair and is gay (ikr? Maybe my subconscious made him like Adam..?) Girard Chanteau is the guitarist and is French. The drummer and bassist are Gordy and Max respectively. Max goes by Maddog. So...that's that. I hope you enjoy! :)
Also, I’m aware I used the name Eli in my Baby Daddy Sperm fic as well. I like the name.
So, it was finally the day before their practice and Eli was excited out his mind as he waited in the hotel bar for Adam and crew to arrive. He had kinda sorta had an enormous crush on Adam Lambert for years and now he was actually getting a chance to perform a joint concert with him and his band. It was almost enough to distract him from the cold ache he could feel residing in his chest most of the time these days.
Whatever, he would not let that rain on his parade today. This was Adam Lambert! He was the most amazing singer Eli had ever had the pleasure of listening to and Eli had been compared to him more times than he thought he deserved. Intimidation and adoration battled for dominance when the man finally appeared. He was tall and beautiful and his warm smile brightened the room, clearing any discomfort that may have existed. Eli found his own smile growing in return. He was so fixated on Adam that he didn't notice the person approaching him until he felt a long arm drape itself around his neck.
Aaand the ache was back. He knew it couldn't stay away for long as he looked over to his smiling band mate, Girard Chanteau. The tall, skinny French boy with his half red, half black spiky hair and his cocky smirk and his beautiful clear blue eyes... God, the damn boy had no idea what he did to Eli. He knew couldn't blame him for it. He determinedly focused his attention back on Adam.
Adam fucking Lambert. He felt a goofy grin start to spread on his face and brushed a dark chunk of hair out of the way so at least one eye could see. To be honest, Eli wasn't really sure how he would function if he could see out of both eyes. The black bangs were kind of attached to his inner being. But he still wanted to be able to see Adam Lambert in all his glory. And glory, he did have. He walked with a confident strut that despite its power had no arrogance and god, what a beautiful face. Eli found himself dropping his gaze again, with fear that he would look like a gaping fool if he kept staring. But Adam came right up to him and wrapped his arms around him in a hug which Eli took a stunned half second to return.
“Oh my god, I’m sorry. I just love your voice! I’m a huge fan,” Adam pulled away and grinned.
“You’re a huge fan of ME?” Eli laughed, incredulous, “Dude, your voice… It isn’t even possible to describe! And you can hug me any time you want…” Eli winked and it was Adam’s turn to laugh.
“I’ll take you up on that,” He grinned and went up to the bar.
Eli smiled back and looked around at the rest of Adam’s “glamily” and how they intermingled with the rest of the Fondled Tunics. He giggled when he saw Adam’s drummer-Isaac, his brain supplied- staring up at the massive, mohawked form that was Maddog. He was just lucky that the rest of the band had managed to wrestle him into a shirt. If Maddog had his way, he would let that bare, muscled chest be free 24/7.
Not that Eli minded all that much. Maddog was as straight as they come, but what could he say? He had a nice chest. Not exactly Eli’s type though.
No, Eli’s type was more like Adam’s: slender and pretty.
And guitar-playing.
And French if you REALLY want to get specific.
Eli turned to look at Adam’s slender and pretty bassist, Tommy as he talked to Girard about god knows what over some beers. Those fans who were both glamberts and Tunic-lovers often claimed Girard and Tommy looked the same. Eli wouldn’t exactly say they looked the SAME, but he could definitely see the similarities. Mostly that whole slender and pretty thing. And the pout, both of them had beautiful pouts. The major difference between them was Girard’s height. He was about six foot to Tommy’s 5’7 which oddly enough, made Girard look even smaller as he was still so slim. Girard definitely rocked the heroin chic. Without the actual heroin.
As far as Eli knew.
He shook that thought from his head and scanned back to where Monte was chilling in a booth with Gordy, the Tunic’s bassist and Hank, the Tunic’s bus driver/back-up guitarist/part-time keyboardist/… no one was really sure how many /’s. Eli laughed to himself as he watched Monte attempt to bring Gordy into the conversation Unsuccessfully.
Gordy didn’t talk much.
Eli was so absorbed in himself and his observations that he jumped about ten feet in the air when Adam came up behind him.
“Being a little emo over here aren’t you?”
“Gah! I mean uh…Yeah, a little I guess? Been a little emo a lot lately,” Eli shrugged, sheepish.
“Mind telling me why that is?” Adam asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Uuhh,” Eli’s eyes just slid over to where Girard and Tommy were laughing hysterically. Adam pursed his lips into a wry smile.
“Thought so. Just for the record, you don’t have a very good poker face,” Eli sighed.
“You caught me unaware,” Adam slunk down into the red leather booth and patted the seat next to him.
“Why don’t we have a little chat? Singer to singer,” Eli smirked and took the offered seat.
“What would you like to chat about?” Eli asked as he sat back and steepled his fingers on the table.
“Oh, your unfortunately obvious infatuation with your sexy French bandmate maybe…” Adam said offhandedly.
“If it’s so obvious, what do you need to know?” Eli grew defensive. Adam put his hands up in a “calm down” gesture.
“Easy, I just wanted to say…I feel for you. And it can’t be that obvious all the time if he hasn’t figured it out yet,” Adam paused, “He HASN’T figured it out yet has he?” Eli shook his head.
“Not quite the infatuation part,” Adam looked over at Adam and Tommy pensively.
“I know what it’s like,” Adam looked back to Eli with a smirk, “To want something you can’t have. You do get over it, you know. He’s straight; nothing you can do about that,” Adam sounded confident, like he’d convinced himself of this many times before
“See, that’s the thing…” Adam tilted his head in question, “I don’t think he’s completely straight…”
“Wait, hold up,” Adam put up a finger, “That changes the scenario. He’s not completely straight?” His eyebrows shot up his forehead.
“Yeah, uh…” Eli wasn’t one hundred percent sure how to explain, “I mean, I’ve seen him all up on guys before in bars and clubs and stuff but that’s just Girard, he’s a little affectionate,”
“Three beer queer?” Adam asked wryly.
“Well, it’s rare to get him with less than three beers in him at any given time… but anyway and well, we, uh, we,”
“’We…’?? Come on get to the juicy details here!” Adam demanded. Eli ducked his head.
“We might’ve fooled around a little. A few times,” Eli bit his lip as he remembered. Closing curtains around their own private booth. The feeling of Girard’s mouth soft and pliant. When he looked up Adam’s eyes were wide.
“Wait, so you’ve fooled around before, you’re totally in love with him-don’t deny it!- and he STILL has no clue? How oblivious can he be!?” Eli laughed a little.
“Well, we were both really drunk and-”
“So you’re saying he doesn’t remember?” Adam asked, incredulous.
“No, he remembers but it’s not really his thing. He doesn’t,” Eli sighed, trying to figure out how to say it, “He does the groupie thing. He doesn’t put any meaning or emotion into hook-ups. They’re always just hook-ups to him,”
“Are you saying you never just hook-up?”
“No, I do. But there’s a difference between hooking up with someone you’ve never met and are going to leave the next day and someone who you’re close to and care about,” Eli looked down from Adam’s eyes as his voice got quieter.
“I see. To him it was just another hook-up and to you, it was something more,”
“Yeah,”
“Well, no offense, but he sounds like a class-A douche bag if you ask me…”
“He’s not!” Eli leaped to his defense. “He’s hilarious and affectionate and loyal and…he can be so sweet sometimes. Without even knowing it. He does all these little things,”
“Like what?”
“He calls me Eels,” Eli smiled broadly and he stared down at the table, “And tries to teach me French. And whenever I feel depressed he brings me Oreos and Twizzlers and we watch A Hard Day’s Night,”
“The Beatles movie?” Adam asked, grinning. Eli nodded enthusiastically.
“I love it. Girard’s the only one who’ll always watch it with me,” Adam laughed.
“I’m like that with Velvet Goldmine. No one will bother to watch it with me any more,” He chuckled some more.
“Hmm, I’ve never seen it,” Adam’s jaw dropped and he spluttered.
“You’ve never seen Velvet Goldmine!? Oh come on! That’s insane!” Eli cracked up at Adam’s indignant response.
“Well, I’m not really into the glam rock thing all that much. No offense! I love you! It’s just not my style,” Eli shrugged but Adam still looked huffy.
“Well then. I’ve never seen A Hard Day’s Night so we’ll just have to get together and have a movie night won’t we?” Eli smiled.
“That we shall my friend,”
“You know, as much as people say we’re alike, we’re really not aren’t we?” Adam pondered aloud. Eli nodded in agreement.
“Yeah! Like I said, I’ve never really been ‘glam’. I could never wear as much glitter as you do,” Adam wrinkled up his nose in unreasonably adorable way.
“And I wouldn’t be caught dead in those shoes,” Eli looked down at his trusty checkered Vans. Yeah, Adam would probably prefer Girard’s shiny leather boots that for the life of him, Eli would NEVER understand how he walked in.
“I never did theater either. Not really an actor type. I wear my eyeliner with pride but full on dressing up? Not my thing,” Adam nodded in understanding.
“So what did you do in high school? Besides sing?” Eli laughed as he thought of it.
“I was on the wrestling team,” Adam’s “what the fuck” face brought out another bark of laughter from Eli.
“Seriously?” Adam asked.
“Oh, it was for one reason really,” Eli waggled his eyebrows. Adam cracked up at that.
“SERIOUSLY!? You did wrestling for THAT reason!?”
“What can I say? I was a horny gay teenager with the chance to roll around with some sweaty muscular boys in spandex. Who was I to say no?” Adam just continued laughing, drawing Eli with him until they were rolling into each other in the booth. They were finally able to compose themselves after a few weird looks from their respective bandmates.
“Ok, Eli. I can guarantee you I would NOT have done wrestling. Even for that reason,” He winked.
“So we are different,”
“Very. Although those two I believe,” Adam nodded his head to Girard and Tommy, “Are kindred spirits. I’ve seen the way both of them are apart. I’m scared to see what they do together,”
“Imagine how they’ll be on stage!” Eli exclaimed. Girard had never been shy about flirting with Eli on stage and well, Adam and Tommy’s shenanigans were world famous. This could very well turn into an orgy onstage.
“Well, why shouldn’t it?” Adam asked when Eli voiced his concerns, “Well, not an actual orgy obviously, but I’ve got some ideas for playing around…”
“I thought you were spontaneous,” Eli teased him.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t be prepared. Like what if…” Adam’s eyes and grin grew devious, “We had like a mass make-out?”
“I’m not sure I follow…” Adam’s wolfish grin grew impossibly wider.
“Like what if Tommy and I kiss, and Girard and you kiss and then WE come together and kiss?” He raised an eyebrow and bit a lip. Eli’s jaw fell open at the image, “I’ve been thinking of the set-list and I thought for our last song we could do a cover of Lady Gaga’s Boys, Boys, Boys. It would be perfect! Since we’re both out, proud and unafraid,” Adam sat back with his arms crossed, satisfied at his decision.
“And it would be perfect timing for that orgy-kiss wouldn’t it?” Eli asked with a smirk.
“Of course. Hey you know what?” Adam asked suddenly.
“What...?” Eli asked concerned at Adam’s change in tone.
“We should practice,”
“Practice?” Eli asked. That didn’t mean…Oh Eli realized it did mean that as before he knew it, Adam’s lips were on his mouth.
And a split second later, his tongue was inside of it.
Eli usually liked controlling a kiss more, but he was willing to let Adam ravage his mouth for the time being. He let Adam’s tongue explore and caress every corner of his mouth and followed it back into Adam’s. Eli pushed the table out of the way so that he could lift himself up and straddle Adam’s waist and cup his face in his hands.
When he and Adam finally disentangled, he saw Monte looking at the two of them and shaking his head with a fondness born of years of Adam’s antics. He also saw Maddog give him a huge double thumbs-up. But more than that, he saw that Girard and Tommy had disappeared.