Behind the Mask VII
Title: Behind the Mask VII
Fandom: AI8 RPS
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to Behind the Mask VI. In which Kradam are domesticated and Adam makes a bad decision.
Adam didn’t let Kris out of his hotel room for two days. The thing was, they didn’t have sex the whole time. Usually Adam would have considered that a waste of time, any time that they were working towards a mutual orgasm was time wasted that they would never get back, but instead they talked.
Word Count: 3071
A/N: Part 7! Brad and Cassidy decided to come along for the ride too. Enjoy! Feedback is <3
Adam hadn’t let Kris leave his hotel room again for two days. He’d laughed when Kris said he had to check in with his best friend to let him know that he hadn’t been kidnapped, mauled or thrown out of a window after having been mistaken for a television. Adam was mildly affronted that Kris’ friends would think of him in that way, but most people thought of him as nothing but a rockstar, he didn’t know why he was always so surprised.
The thing was, they didn’t have sex the whole time. Usually Adam would have considered that a waste of time, any time that they were working towards a mutual orgasm was time wasted that they would never get back, but instead they talked. They actually talked between bouts of mind-blowing sex and orgasms that made Adam have to check that his feet were still attached to him. He’d never laughed or connected on such a base level with anyone. He watched Kris play guitar and fumbled through the few chords that he knew himself, Kris perched behind him to correct the positioning of his left hand to make the chords ring out better and more clearly.
“You know, at some point you’re gonna have to let me out of this hotel room,” Kris said, his hair was ruffled and out of place, and he was wearing one of Adam’s shirts. His Bowie one. He’d never let anyone wear that before and he figured it said something that he actually loved the way that it sat on Kris’ frame, swallowing him because it was bigger. It made him look hotter than usual. “Because I do have a life and as awesome as this is, I need to get back to it.”
Adam waved a hand and walked over, wrapping his arms around Kris’ waist. Kris just leaned back and curled into him, tilting his head up so that Adam could press a kiss to his temple. “But this is your life now.” As if it was that simple. It never was, but Adam wanted to pretend with Kris, because he didn’t feel like a rockstar right now, he felt like an ordinary guy that had fallen for another ordinary guy. Kris made him smile and Adam didn’t want to lose that. A part of him knew that as soon as Kris walked out of that door, things would be different. Everything would change because it wouldn’t be just them anymore.
Kris went still in Adam’s arms and Adam loosened his hold slightly so that Kris could turn around to look at him. Their chests touched as Kris curled his hands in Adam’s top (that was another strange thing about the last few days; they’d been dressed for a lot of it, that also never happened and Adam wondered what Kris had done to him). “It is?” he asked and Adam looked down, blue eyes meeting brown to see a question there that he wasn’t sure he had wanted to answer - aloud - just yet. He wet his lower lip and nodded.
He might not have said in as many words that he didn’t want Kris to leave because he made Adam feel real, but he’d been trying to tell him with every touch and every kiss, each time he brushed his hand through Kris’ hair and listened to him talking about his life, or the way that he categorised the stupid things, like how Kris picked olives off pizza to eat on their own at the end, and how Adam had started picking his off and adding them to Kris’ little pile because, whilst he didn’t mind olives, he liked seeing how Kris enjoyed them more.
“Yeah,” he said finally, “if you want it to be.”
Kris was still for a moment and some insecure part of Adam thought that maybe he would turn around and say ‘actually, no’. Because Kris was too real to get involved in Adam’s world of fantasy and make-believe. That was all it was, at the end of the day, so much of Adam’s world was fake. It was why he wanted - needed - Kris to stay. Kris was real. Kris made him feel real.
It was a scary realisation that he’d come to, knowing that the Universe had thrown someone like Kris into his life at this precise moment. But now that he had Kris, Adam didn’t want to do anything that might scare him off. Adam’s life was crazy hectic and there were cameras following him all the time, Kris had had a taste of that and hadn’t liked it all that much.
“Kris?” Adam started, chewing his lower lip, readying himself for Kris’ rejection when he felt a hand on his cheek. Calloused fingertips brushing over skin. He tipped his head into it, turned to catch Kris’ palm with a kiss.
“As long as I can leave this hotel room so I can go to work,” Kris said, lips tugging into a grin that Adam just had to lean down and kiss, even if it was just to hide the fact that his own ten million gigawatt grin was trying to creep onto his face.
Adam laughed against Kris’ mouth, peppering kisses over those lips and up along his jaw, underneath his ear and down his neck. Kris’ fingers slid through Adam’s hair and explored over skin that he’d learned, taking the time to trace and study. Adam wondered why Kris would do something like that, but when he felt fingers dragging over the curve of his spine and the way that the touch sent a shot of arousal straight through him, he knew why and he loved it.
His cell vibrated on the table but he ignored it in favour of pushing Kris up against the wall and allowing their moans to overtake the sound of his cell.
He never wanted this to end, and that meant he had to protect Kris from a lot of the craziness of his life. As he drew Kris against him again, their lips meeting in another kiss sealed Adam’s silent promise: I’ll protect you.
*
It was hard to date someone and be sneaky about it. Adam knew that, he’d done it before, but this time was different. Before he hadn’t minded the paparazzi getting the odd picture of him and Brad out during the day, and they practically whored it up for the cameras at night. The pictures that were out there of the two of them in drag still made Adam smile.
But Kris wasn’t like that. Kris was innocent and hated getting his picture taken. The look on his face when Adam mentioned make up had him laughing for the better part of an hour. Kris was introverted and quiet and liked his privacy and Adam wanted to respect that.
If he was honest, Adam also wanted to keep Kris for himself because showing him to the world meant sharing him with the world and Adam really didn’t want to do that. He didn’t think it was fair that he had to share the rest of the gory details of his life with the world. He wanted Kris for himself. For him and only him. If Kris’ picture was up plastered over the gossip magazines and the internet, people would be looking at him. Adam didn’t want that either.
It hadn’t struck him just how possessive he was before, but he had to admit that was a large part of why he had made the decisions he had.
“Do it,” he said to Sandy, snapping his cell phone shut and looking over at Kris who was sitting cross legged on the floor and looking at the lyrics Adam had been trying to work on all day.
“Do what?” Kris asked, tipping his head and then making a correction to a couple of words here and there. There were musical notes scribbled above certain words too, chords.
Adam wandered over and closed his hand over the back of Kris’ neck. Kris leaned into it as if it was natural and Adam smiled. “You know, I have people to write the music for me. I was just stuck with the words.”
“But they’re all one,” Kris pointed out, tapping the edge of the pencil on the paper, “You can’t have one without the other.”
Adam leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kris’ hair, thinking but not saying like you and me. It was stupid, how quickly he’d fallen for Kris, those stupid brown eyes and that ridiculous quirked mouth. And the fact that he’d suddenly started dressing in a way that was a whole lot more fashionable.
He supposed he had Brad to blame for that.
“You hungry?” he asked instead of voicing the thoughts that were going through his head. Kris didn’t need to hear Adam’s pathetic declarations of love just yet, they’d only been together for a couple of weeks and already it felt as natural as breathing. Adam didn’t want anything else. Even though he’d loved Brad, he never felt complete the way he did now, like he’d found the missing part of his soul, the chink in his armor. “I was thinking take out?”
“We always have take out,” Kris said, sounding almost like a complaint that Adam stopped halfway towards the drawer where he kept all the menus. “Do you not have any food in the fridge?”
Adam snorted, “No, but I’ve got that six pack of beer you promised me you’d finish.”
Kris laughed. “Let’s go get food and I’ll cook us something. How does that sound?”
Adam eyed him warily. “I heard about your last attempt at cooking, I’m still holding out for take-out.”
Kris laughed threw a pillow at Adam’s head. Adam wondered just when his life got so perfect.
*
“Just for the record,” Cassidy said as he stretched and rubbed charcoal covered fingers over his cheek, “I think this is a bad idea.”
“I second that,” Brad added, swooping in with a cloth to clean the smudge off Cassidy’s face. “Ooh, that’s gorgeous.” He looked down at the drawing Cassidy was doing and nodded his head in satisfaction. “Adam’ll look great in that.”
Adam tipped his head when he heard his friends talking but he really wasn’t interested in their opinions. If they had their way, he would be out every night getting drunk and high and ending up spread all over TMZ or Perez or something. He wondered if you could catch STIs from looking at the site. Probably.
“You really don’t want to fuck up with this one, Adam,” Cassidy continued blithely as if no one else had spoken. He did flash Brad a warm smile, though, when his face was cleaned. “And if you go ahead with this plan, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
“I-”
“We know you think he’s some kind of precious little flower that you can’t possibly show to the world because the world is a big mean kid and it’ll step on your flower, but this? This is a stupid idea.” Brad waved a disapproving finger at Adam and the singer just lifted an eyebrow at his ex.
“You are the queen of stupid ideas,” Adam said hotly, annoyed because his friends were supposed to support him. Granted, this was the exact reason why he loved his friends, but this time they were wrong in calling him on his bullshit because it was not bullshit. It was a great idea and it was what he needed to do to make sure that he didn’t lose Kris.
“No, I think you’ve just stolen my crown,” Brad retorted bitchily. He even folded his arms and frowned. Adam knew Brad hated frowning because it was a huge cause of premature wrinkles, and he preferred the way that he looked when he was smiling, so the fact that Brad was frowning at him really should have told him this was serious. Brad never frowned unless it was serious. “And I want it back. But I can’t think of any idea that’s more stupid than this one.”
Cassidy snorted and continued drawing, adding in, “Because you do this and you’ll never be forgiven, you know.”
“You don’t know him,” Adam almost snapped, wanting to stamp his foot and have a proper tantrum like a child. They were being so unfair! He felt ganged up on like a kid in the playground. “He’s not like that, he’d understand.”
“Yeah, sure he would,” Brad said, his ‘Adam, you’re being a dense queen’ tone clear. “I’m sure he’d be fine with it, and the media thinking the same thing that he’s going to be when it all comes out, and honey, you know it will.”
“And I doubt you’d get a chance to explain yourself,” Cassidy chimed in unhelpfully, turning over a page in his sketchbook and starting another drawing. He always got his creative fire whenever Brad and Adam were arguing. Adam hadn’t understood that at the beginning, but Cassidy always seemed to appear to take a side whenever they were having a fight that wasn’t about their relationship. Usually Brad’s side.
Adam wished they’d just stop dancing around each other already. Then maybe he’d have a chance in an argument.
“Do we need to tell you again that this is a stupid plan?” Brad asked and Adam just huffed out a breath and turned on his heel. He walked out of the lounge area of his hotel room and into the bedroom, but before he could shut the door, Brad was there behind him with his cell phone in hand.
“Brad,” he started, tone dark and warning because he hadn’t spoken to Kris all day and he was not in the mood to deal with his ex boyfriend’s pearls of wisdom.
He didn’t realise he’d spoken aloud until he was being levelled with a look from those big brown eyes. “My pearls of wisdom, thank you very much, enlighten thousands of people.” Adam knew just how proud Brad was of his youtube fans and his website. Adam never pointed out that Brad’s name got out there because they’d dated. Brad never bought it up either and they were all happier for it. “And it’s not my fault you haven’t spoken to Kristopher all day, Adam. So don’t take it out on me.”
Adam rubbed his hand over his face and took his phone out of Brad’s hand. “I’m still going through with this. Sandy’s been on my ass because she’s got it all prepared. She held auditions for fuck’s sake.”
Brad’s lips twitched in the way that they always did whenever he was trying desperately not to laugh. Whatever foul mood might have been creeping up on him due to the supremely douche-y way that Adam was acting disappeared at the idea of Sandy holding auditions. He giggled and Adam was helpless in that he had to follow suit. They were laughing a few seconds later.
“Still,” Brad managed through lingering chuckles. His hand rested on Adam’s shoulder and Adam could feel its warmth through the cotton of his shirt. Once upon a time that touch gave him tingles, it didn’t anymore, now it was just warm and reassuring. “You’re making a huge mistake.”
Adam shrugged Brad’s hand off. It didn’t feel reassuring anymore. It felt judgemental.
“Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to protect people, Brad,” he said, “And we’re not talking about this anymore. It’s happening. End of story.”
“Alright,” Brad said, lifting one hand and taking a couple of steps backwards. “But don’t come crawling to me when this all blows up in your pretty face. And it will.”
Adam sighed and sank onto the bed, phone in his hand. He tapped out a text to Kris. Brad sucks. Miss you.
Seconds later, his phone buzzed with a reply. He wondered if Kris had been watching his phone the way that Adam had.
Kris: Why are u doing stuff like that with him when i’m not there to watch? secondly miss you too. We meeting up tonight?
Can’t. Work thing. Boring as hell, you’d hate it.
Kris: K. See you soon then. Have fun! x
Adam looked at the text and wondered why, all of a sudden, he felt like a supreme asshole. It wasn’t too late to call the whole thing off, but some stubborn part of him wanted to carry it through just because he’d made such a fuss about it and he had to prove Brad and Cassidy wrong. What did they know anyway?
”Singer Adam Lambert was seen out tonight at the premiere of Clash of the Titans with new boyfriend, Drake LaBry on his arm. The 28 year old singing sensation told reporters that he was “very happy” in his new relationship with the slightly younger interior decorator from New Orleans.
Drake seemed to be the perfect doting boyfriend, hanging on every word that came out of Lambert’s mouth and they even gave a kiss for the cameras before going into the theatre. They were barely able to keep their hands off each other.
Lambert has been reportedly single since his break up with internet blogger and multi-media editor Bradley Bell four years ago. Sources claim that the two are still very close friends. As for the pictures that came out last month of Adam with that young waiter?
“We’re just friends,” Lambert said with a huge smile, arm still firmly around LaBry’s shoulders.
Well, the way that they kissed would give us reason to speculate that they were more than just friends, but we saw the way Adam’s hand slid into Drake’s back pocket and we’re sure that neither of them actually watched the film at all.
We wish them both all the best, though. Lambert is a great guy and we want to see him happy. Just be aware that, Drake, if you’re reading this, if you break his heart then the Glamberts will come for you!”
Onto Part 8!
Fandom: AI8 RPS
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sequel to Behind the Mask VI. In which Kradam are domesticated and Adam makes a bad decision.
Adam didn’t let Kris out of his hotel room for two days. The thing was, they didn’t have sex the whole time. Usually Adam would have considered that a waste of time, any time that they were working towards a mutual orgasm was time wasted that they would never get back, but instead they talked.
Word Count: 3071
A/N: Part 7! Brad and Cassidy decided to come along for the ride too. Enjoy! Feedback is <3
Adam hadn’t let Kris leave his hotel room again for two days. He’d laughed when Kris said he had to check in with his best friend to let him know that he hadn’t been kidnapped, mauled or thrown out of a window after having been mistaken for a television. Adam was mildly affronted that Kris’ friends would think of him in that way, but most people thought of him as nothing but a rockstar, he didn’t know why he was always so surprised.
The thing was, they didn’t have sex the whole time. Usually Adam would have considered that a waste of time, any time that they were working towards a mutual orgasm was time wasted that they would never get back, but instead they talked. They actually talked between bouts of mind-blowing sex and orgasms that made Adam have to check that his feet were still attached to him. He’d never laughed or connected on such a base level with anyone. He watched Kris play guitar and fumbled through the few chords that he knew himself, Kris perched behind him to correct the positioning of his left hand to make the chords ring out better and more clearly.
“You know, at some point you’re gonna have to let me out of this hotel room,” Kris said, his hair was ruffled and out of place, and he was wearing one of Adam’s shirts. His Bowie one. He’d never let anyone wear that before and he figured it said something that he actually loved the way that it sat on Kris’ frame, swallowing him because it was bigger. It made him look hotter than usual. “Because I do have a life and as awesome as this is, I need to get back to it.”
Adam waved a hand and walked over, wrapping his arms around Kris’ waist. Kris just leaned back and curled into him, tilting his head up so that Adam could press a kiss to his temple. “But this is your life now.” As if it was that simple. It never was, but Adam wanted to pretend with Kris, because he didn’t feel like a rockstar right now, he felt like an ordinary guy that had fallen for another ordinary guy. Kris made him smile and Adam didn’t want to lose that. A part of him knew that as soon as Kris walked out of that door, things would be different. Everything would change because it wouldn’t be just them anymore.
Kris went still in Adam’s arms and Adam loosened his hold slightly so that Kris could turn around to look at him. Their chests touched as Kris curled his hands in Adam’s top (that was another strange thing about the last few days; they’d been dressed for a lot of it, that also never happened and Adam wondered what Kris had done to him). “It is?” he asked and Adam looked down, blue eyes meeting brown to see a question there that he wasn’t sure he had wanted to answer - aloud - just yet. He wet his lower lip and nodded.
He might not have said in as many words that he didn’t want Kris to leave because he made Adam feel real, but he’d been trying to tell him with every touch and every kiss, each time he brushed his hand through Kris’ hair and listened to him talking about his life, or the way that he categorised the stupid things, like how Kris picked olives off pizza to eat on their own at the end, and how Adam had started picking his off and adding them to Kris’ little pile because, whilst he didn’t mind olives, he liked seeing how Kris enjoyed them more.
“Yeah,” he said finally, “if you want it to be.”
Kris was still for a moment and some insecure part of Adam thought that maybe he would turn around and say ‘actually, no’. Because Kris was too real to get involved in Adam’s world of fantasy and make-believe. That was all it was, at the end of the day, so much of Adam’s world was fake. It was why he wanted - needed - Kris to stay. Kris was real. Kris made him feel real.
It was a scary realisation that he’d come to, knowing that the Universe had thrown someone like Kris into his life at this precise moment. But now that he had Kris, Adam didn’t want to do anything that might scare him off. Adam’s life was crazy hectic and there were cameras following him all the time, Kris had had a taste of that and hadn’t liked it all that much.
“Kris?” Adam started, chewing his lower lip, readying himself for Kris’ rejection when he felt a hand on his cheek. Calloused fingertips brushing over skin. He tipped his head into it, turned to catch Kris’ palm with a kiss.
“As long as I can leave this hotel room so I can go to work,” Kris said, lips tugging into a grin that Adam just had to lean down and kiss, even if it was just to hide the fact that his own ten million gigawatt grin was trying to creep onto his face.
Adam laughed against Kris’ mouth, peppering kisses over those lips and up along his jaw, underneath his ear and down his neck. Kris’ fingers slid through Adam’s hair and explored over skin that he’d learned, taking the time to trace and study. Adam wondered why Kris would do something like that, but when he felt fingers dragging over the curve of his spine and the way that the touch sent a shot of arousal straight through him, he knew why and he loved it.
His cell vibrated on the table but he ignored it in favour of pushing Kris up against the wall and allowing their moans to overtake the sound of his cell.
He never wanted this to end, and that meant he had to protect Kris from a lot of the craziness of his life. As he drew Kris against him again, their lips meeting in another kiss sealed Adam’s silent promise: I’ll protect you.
*
It was hard to date someone and be sneaky about it. Adam knew that, he’d done it before, but this time was different. Before he hadn’t minded the paparazzi getting the odd picture of him and Brad out during the day, and they practically whored it up for the cameras at night. The pictures that were out there of the two of them in drag still made Adam smile.
But Kris wasn’t like that. Kris was innocent and hated getting his picture taken. The look on his face when Adam mentioned make up had him laughing for the better part of an hour. Kris was introverted and quiet and liked his privacy and Adam wanted to respect that.
If he was honest, Adam also wanted to keep Kris for himself because showing him to the world meant sharing him with the world and Adam really didn’t want to do that. He didn’t think it was fair that he had to share the rest of the gory details of his life with the world. He wanted Kris for himself. For him and only him. If Kris’ picture was up plastered over the gossip magazines and the internet, people would be looking at him. Adam didn’t want that either.
It hadn’t struck him just how possessive he was before, but he had to admit that was a large part of why he had made the decisions he had.
“Do it,” he said to Sandy, snapping his cell phone shut and looking over at Kris who was sitting cross legged on the floor and looking at the lyrics Adam had been trying to work on all day.
“Do what?” Kris asked, tipping his head and then making a correction to a couple of words here and there. There were musical notes scribbled above certain words too, chords.
Adam wandered over and closed his hand over the back of Kris’ neck. Kris leaned into it as if it was natural and Adam smiled. “You know, I have people to write the music for me. I was just stuck with the words.”
“But they’re all one,” Kris pointed out, tapping the edge of the pencil on the paper, “You can’t have one without the other.”
Adam leaned down and pressed a kiss to Kris’ hair, thinking but not saying like you and me. It was stupid, how quickly he’d fallen for Kris, those stupid brown eyes and that ridiculous quirked mouth. And the fact that he’d suddenly started dressing in a way that was a whole lot more fashionable.
He supposed he had Brad to blame for that.
“You hungry?” he asked instead of voicing the thoughts that were going through his head. Kris didn’t need to hear Adam’s pathetic declarations of love just yet, they’d only been together for a couple of weeks and already it felt as natural as breathing. Adam didn’t want anything else. Even though he’d loved Brad, he never felt complete the way he did now, like he’d found the missing part of his soul, the chink in his armor. “I was thinking take out?”
“We always have take out,” Kris said, sounding almost like a complaint that Adam stopped halfway towards the drawer where he kept all the menus. “Do you not have any food in the fridge?”
Adam snorted, “No, but I’ve got that six pack of beer you promised me you’d finish.”
Kris laughed. “Let’s go get food and I’ll cook us something. How does that sound?”
Adam eyed him warily. “I heard about your last attempt at cooking, I’m still holding out for take-out.”
Kris laughed threw a pillow at Adam’s head. Adam wondered just when his life got so perfect.
*
“Just for the record,” Cassidy said as he stretched and rubbed charcoal covered fingers over his cheek, “I think this is a bad idea.”
“I second that,” Brad added, swooping in with a cloth to clean the smudge off Cassidy’s face. “Ooh, that’s gorgeous.” He looked down at the drawing Cassidy was doing and nodded his head in satisfaction. “Adam’ll look great in that.”
Adam tipped his head when he heard his friends talking but he really wasn’t interested in their opinions. If they had their way, he would be out every night getting drunk and high and ending up spread all over TMZ or Perez or something. He wondered if you could catch STIs from looking at the site. Probably.
“You really don’t want to fuck up with this one, Adam,” Cassidy continued blithely as if no one else had spoken. He did flash Brad a warm smile, though, when his face was cleaned. “And if you go ahead with this plan, that’s exactly what’s going to happen.”
“I-”
“We know you think he’s some kind of precious little flower that you can’t possibly show to the world because the world is a big mean kid and it’ll step on your flower, but this? This is a stupid idea.” Brad waved a disapproving finger at Adam and the singer just lifted an eyebrow at his ex.
“You are the queen of stupid ideas,” Adam said hotly, annoyed because his friends were supposed to support him. Granted, this was the exact reason why he loved his friends, but this time they were wrong in calling him on his bullshit because it was not bullshit. It was a great idea and it was what he needed to do to make sure that he didn’t lose Kris.
“No, I think you’ve just stolen my crown,” Brad retorted bitchily. He even folded his arms and frowned. Adam knew Brad hated frowning because it was a huge cause of premature wrinkles, and he preferred the way that he looked when he was smiling, so the fact that Brad was frowning at him really should have told him this was serious. Brad never frowned unless it was serious. “And I want it back. But I can’t think of any idea that’s more stupid than this one.”
Cassidy snorted and continued drawing, adding in, “Because you do this and you’ll never be forgiven, you know.”
“You don’t know him,” Adam almost snapped, wanting to stamp his foot and have a proper tantrum like a child. They were being so unfair! He felt ganged up on like a kid in the playground. “He’s not like that, he’d understand.”
“Yeah, sure he would,” Brad said, his ‘Adam, you’re being a dense queen’ tone clear. “I’m sure he’d be fine with it, and the media thinking the same thing that he’s going to be when it all comes out, and honey, you know it will.”
“And I doubt you’d get a chance to explain yourself,” Cassidy chimed in unhelpfully, turning over a page in his sketchbook and starting another drawing. He always got his creative fire whenever Brad and Adam were arguing. Adam hadn’t understood that at the beginning, but Cassidy always seemed to appear to take a side whenever they were having a fight that wasn’t about their relationship. Usually Brad’s side.
Adam wished they’d just stop dancing around each other already. Then maybe he’d have a chance in an argument.
“Do we need to tell you again that this is a stupid plan?” Brad asked and Adam just huffed out a breath and turned on his heel. He walked out of the lounge area of his hotel room and into the bedroom, but before he could shut the door, Brad was there behind him with his cell phone in hand.
“Brad,” he started, tone dark and warning because he hadn’t spoken to Kris all day and he was not in the mood to deal with his ex boyfriend’s pearls of wisdom.
He didn’t realise he’d spoken aloud until he was being levelled with a look from those big brown eyes. “My pearls of wisdom, thank you very much, enlighten thousands of people.” Adam knew just how proud Brad was of his youtube fans and his website. Adam never pointed out that Brad’s name got out there because they’d dated. Brad never bought it up either and they were all happier for it. “And it’s not my fault you haven’t spoken to Kristopher all day, Adam. So don’t take it out on me.”
Adam rubbed his hand over his face and took his phone out of Brad’s hand. “I’m still going through with this. Sandy’s been on my ass because she’s got it all prepared. She held auditions for fuck’s sake.”
Brad’s lips twitched in the way that they always did whenever he was trying desperately not to laugh. Whatever foul mood might have been creeping up on him due to the supremely douche-y way that Adam was acting disappeared at the idea of Sandy holding auditions. He giggled and Adam was helpless in that he had to follow suit. They were laughing a few seconds later.
“Still,” Brad managed through lingering chuckles. His hand rested on Adam’s shoulder and Adam could feel its warmth through the cotton of his shirt. Once upon a time that touch gave him tingles, it didn’t anymore, now it was just warm and reassuring. “You’re making a huge mistake.”
Adam shrugged Brad’s hand off. It didn’t feel reassuring anymore. It felt judgemental.
“Sometimes you have to make sacrifices to protect people, Brad,” he said, “And we’re not talking about this anymore. It’s happening. End of story.”
“Alright,” Brad said, lifting one hand and taking a couple of steps backwards. “But don’t come crawling to me when this all blows up in your pretty face. And it will.”
Adam sighed and sank onto the bed, phone in his hand. He tapped out a text to Kris. Brad sucks. Miss you.
Seconds later, his phone buzzed with a reply. He wondered if Kris had been watching his phone the way that Adam had.
Kris: Why are u doing stuff like that with him when i’m not there to watch? secondly miss you too. We meeting up tonight?
Can’t. Work thing. Boring as hell, you’d hate it.
Kris: K. See you soon then. Have fun! x
Adam looked at the text and wondered why, all of a sudden, he felt like a supreme asshole. It wasn’t too late to call the whole thing off, but some stubborn part of him wanted to carry it through just because he’d made such a fuss about it and he had to prove Brad and Cassidy wrong. What did they know anyway?
”Singer Adam Lambert was seen out tonight at the premiere of Clash of the Titans with new boyfriend, Drake LaBry on his arm. The 28 year old singing sensation told reporters that he was “very happy” in his new relationship with the slightly younger interior decorator from New Orleans.
Drake seemed to be the perfect doting boyfriend, hanging on every word that came out of Lambert’s mouth and they even gave a kiss for the cameras before going into the theatre. They were barely able to keep their hands off each other.
Lambert has been reportedly single since his break up with internet blogger and multi-media editor Bradley Bell four years ago. Sources claim that the two are still very close friends. As for the pictures that came out last month of Adam with that young waiter?
“We’re just friends,” Lambert said with a huge smile, arm still firmly around LaBry’s shoulders.
Well, the way that they kissed would give us reason to speculate that they were more than just friends, but we saw the way Adam’s hand slid into Drake’s back pocket and we’re sure that neither of them actually watched the film at all.
We wish them both all the best, though. Lambert is a great guy and we want to see him happy. Just be aware that, Drake, if you’re reading this, if you break his heart then the Glamberts will come for you!”
Onto Part 8!