Adam Lambert Fic: Ours
Title: Ours
Rating: PG-13 Slash
Author: Trina
Summary: Adam thinking about his love
Notes: I don't normally post fics here my girl Crystal normally does, but this little idea wouldn't go away. I hope you enjoy it.
Damn the crowd is hyped tonight, just the way I like it. I glance over at Tommy, he's so fucking cute. He's also a complete attention whore. That's why he's always coming up with ideas to tease the fans. I've already kissed him twice tonight and we have something special planned for the end.
I can see why the fans want us together so badly. I don't mind playing into their fantasies at all. Hell the first time I saw Tommy I made plans to get him into bed. Of course once I found out he was straight, and believe me I tested him he's straight, I gave that up.
God we're fucking killing it tonight! I feel like such a fucking rockstar! You want every night to be this good, but that's not always possible.
The encore is ending and all I can think about is getting to him. He's meeting me tonight after the show. He's out there watching now, I know that's why I was so good tonight. I fucking love him watching me perform, it's a complete turn on.
I take my final bow, then saunter over to Tommy. I smile and ruffle his hair a bit then pull him in for our third kiss of the night, only this time I bring my hand around cupping his ass. The crowd erupts. We smile against each others lips. We both loving controlling a crowd this way, having them in the palm of our hands.
Then my mind is on him again, he'll be back in my dressing room. He'll look breathtakingly gorgeous like always. If people only knew we were together, I laugh to myself. I love that fact that they don't know. I love that all the fans believe me and Tommy are together, "Adommy" or "Lambliff" is what they call it.
The guys ask if I want to come out tonight. I say no, I have better things to do. They don't know I'm seeing anyone either. "Seeing Someone" is way too much of an understatement. I'm completely in love with him, we both are. We see each other every chance we get. It's not easy with me touring and him being who he is but we make it work somehow. I don't want people to know yet. It's our secret, let the fans have their "Adommy". What we have is just for us. We want to keep it private for as long as we can. You trade so much for fame, sometimes it feels like you have nothing of your own. This relationship, this love, is ours and ours alone and we revel in it. It will come out someday, it has to us being who we are. But for now it's just ours and we are enjoying every moment of it.
I try to get away from the backstage crowd as quickly as I can. There are always people backstage wanting pictures or autographs. I do the nice thing and pose for a few pictures and sign a few things. The whole time my mind is on him. He's so fucking beautiful. People say Tommy is pretty and he is, but he doesn't have shit on my boy, my "Princess". Just thinking of my pet name for him sends a jolt through me.
I make my way to my dressing room, he's in there mere steps away. I savor the feeling of being so close to seeing him again it's like a sweet torture. I open the door, he's there, he's against me, our hands claim each other, our lips mesh. The outside world is gone as we lose ourselves in each other. There is only my princess and his rockstar. Our secret, our love, us.
Rating: PG-13 Slash
Author: Trina
Summary: Adam thinking about his love
Notes: I don't normally post fics here my girl Crystal normally does, but this little idea wouldn't go away. I hope you enjoy it.
Damn the crowd is hyped tonight, just the way I like it. I glance over at Tommy, he's so fucking cute. He's also a complete attention whore. That's why he's always coming up with ideas to tease the fans. I've already kissed him twice tonight and we have something special planned for the end.
I can see why the fans want us together so badly. I don't mind playing into their fantasies at all. Hell the first time I saw Tommy I made plans to get him into bed. Of course once I found out he was straight, and believe me I tested him he's straight, I gave that up.
God we're fucking killing it tonight! I feel like such a fucking rockstar! You want every night to be this good, but that's not always possible.
The encore is ending and all I can think about is getting to him. He's meeting me tonight after the show. He's out there watching now, I know that's why I was so good tonight. I fucking love him watching me perform, it's a complete turn on.
I take my final bow, then saunter over to Tommy. I smile and ruffle his hair a bit then pull him in for our third kiss of the night, only this time I bring my hand around cupping his ass. The crowd erupts. We smile against each others lips. We both loving controlling a crowd this way, having them in the palm of our hands.
Then my mind is on him again, he'll be back in my dressing room. He'll look breathtakingly gorgeous like always. If people only knew we were together, I laugh to myself. I love that fact that they don't know. I love that all the fans believe me and Tommy are together, "Adommy" or "Lambliff" is what they call it.
The guys ask if I want to come out tonight. I say no, I have better things to do. They don't know I'm seeing anyone either. "Seeing Someone" is way too much of an understatement. I'm completely in love with him, we both are. We see each other every chance we get. It's not easy with me touring and him being who he is but we make it work somehow. I don't want people to know yet. It's our secret, let the fans have their "Adommy". What we have is just for us. We want to keep it private for as long as we can. You trade so much for fame, sometimes it feels like you have nothing of your own. This relationship, this love, is ours and ours alone and we revel in it. It will come out someday, it has to us being who we are. But for now it's just ours and we are enjoying every moment of it.
I try to get away from the backstage crowd as quickly as I can. There are always people backstage wanting pictures or autographs. I do the nice thing and pose for a few pictures and sign a few things. The whole time my mind is on him. He's so fucking beautiful. People say Tommy is pretty and he is, but he doesn't have shit on my boy, my "Princess". Just thinking of my pet name for him sends a jolt through me.
I make my way to my dressing room, he's in there mere steps away. I savor the feeling of being so close to seeing him again it's like a sweet torture. I open the door, he's there, he's against me, our hands claim each other, our lips mesh. The outside world is gone as we lose ourselves in each other. There is only my princess and his rockstar. Our secret, our love, us.