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Blue-Eyed Boys	By : Leneanna Category: Reality TV > American Idol/Pop Idol Views: 1602 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know Adam Lambert, nor anyone else in this story. It is purely a work of fiction. I make no money from this.

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Later on, Adam joins his bandmates as they’re setting up in the lounge.

“Ohmigod, you guys! I met the hottest guy this afternoon!”

The guys roll their eyes.

“Adam’s raging hormones once again rear their ugly heads.”
“Dude, you should know better than to use ‘rear’ and ‘heads’ in the same sentence around him.”

Adam cracks up.

“I hope he comes to the show. He was so fuckin’ cute!”

Meanwhile, upstairs, Drake and the girls are trying to decide what to wear. Various articles of clothing are being thrown around.

“Drake, I need your opinion. Which one looks better?”
“Um, that one, but not with those shoes. Go with these.”

Finally, everyone’s dressed, and they walk down to the lounge. The overhead music is blasting. They sit at a table with a good view of the stage. Drake wants to be sure Adam sees him, and vice versa.

“Ooh, I love this song! Dance with me, you guys.”

Drake rolls his eyes.

“Oh, okay!”

Both girls get up, and all three are dancing together. Drake is being his usual goofy self on the dance floor. Adam and the guys are at a table in the corner next to the stage.

“Check those three out.”

Adam’s eyes widen.

“That’s him!”
“THAT'S him? That skinny little shit is the guy you’re sportin’ wood over?”

Adam smiles and nods as he watches Drake shake his little ass.

“I think I’m in love,” he says aloud to no one in particular.
“Yeah okay, whatever. We’re on in ten minutes.”

Adam gets up and makes sure Drake sees him. One look at the singer’s way-too-tight pants, and Drake feels the blood rush to his face. Their eyes meet, and Adam smiles and walks over.

“Hi. Glad you made it.”

Drake introduces his friends, who are eyeing Adam up and down. He makes it clear that he’s interested in Drake, not the girls. They turn their attention to the other guys in the band.

“Honey, if ya see somethin’ ya like over there, I can introduce ya,” Adam offers.
“They’re all cute.”
“Come on.”

Adam drags them all over to the band. While the girls are flirting with the band members, Adam motions for Drake to join him at the bar.

“I was watching you dance. Mmm...hot.”

Drake smiles.

“You look...wow.”
“Aw, thank you, Baby. You’re sweet. Want something to drink?”
“Um, sure. What’s good here?”
“Whatever’ll get you drunk the fastest, so I can have my wicked way with you.”

Drake laughs.

“Honey, you don’t have to get me drunk for that to happen.”

Adam is hopeful.

“Really?”

Drake makes puppy dog eyes at him.

“I could, like, seriously kiss you right here and now,” Adam breathes.

“Bring it.”

At the bar, Adam and Drake are making out. The guys in the band laugh.

“Damn, he’s good!”
“I need to memorize his pickup lines. He’s making me look bad.”

When Adam and Drake come up for air, they’re both breathing heavily. Drake glances down
at his pants, and back at Adam, who smiles.

“Yeah, me too. Save it for me for later, ok?”

Adam winks and heads to the stage with the rest of the band, and Drake re-joins his friends at their table. The minute Adam starts singing, Drake is riveted.
His mouth drops open, and he looks at his friends.

“Holy shit, that boy can sing!”
“Yeah”, Drake adds, “And he can kiss, too!”
“Wonder what other oral skills he’s got?”
“Bet Drake’s gonna find out.”
“Oh will you two stop?!”

Adam starts with the sexy dance moves, and the crowd is cheering.
Drake never takes his eyes off him. When Adam touches himself, Drake
can barely contain a whimper. Adam blows him a kiss.
Drake can’t stop smiling.

“You better give us all the juicy details in the morning, Bitch!”
“That’s assuming he’ll be able to walk back to the room.
If that’s all him and not a sock stuffed down his pants, Drake’s in trouble.”
“Yeah, Baby! Bring. It. On!”
“Ever had one that big before, Drake?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know? Have you?”
“Maybe.”
“Oh bullshit! Who? You’d have told me.”
“I don’t tell you everything.”
“Yes you do.”
“Will you two stop fighting?!”

The band takes a ten-minute break. When Adam returns from the men’s
room, Drake and the girls are happily dancing. Adam stands watching
with his arms folded, smiling.

“Go get him, Tiger!”, the guitarist whispers as he walks past Adam.
“Rrrr!”

Drake looks over at Adam and shoots him a seductive pout.
Adam bites his lip and comes over.

“I want in on this action,” he announces, and joins their circle.
“You’re a great dancer, Adam. Where did you learn those moves?”
“Years in the clubs, Honey.”
“You probably had every girl and guy in the house wetting their pants.”
“There weren’t many girls in the places I’ve been to, but thanks for the
compliment, Sweetie.”
“You’ve got our boy Drake here wetting his.”

Drake glares daggers at her.

“Thanks a lot, Bitch!”

Adam moves in close on Drake.

“Really?”

Drake looks into his eyes. Adam takes Drake by the hand.

“Dance with me.”

A crowd gathers around them as Adam holds nothing back.
The girls in the club are howling.

“Damn, that guy’s lucky!”

Drake’s head is spinning, being so close to the charismatic singer.

He whispers in Adam’s ear, “Is that all really you?”

Adam laughs and pulls Drake close against him, grinding his hips against
Drake’s.

“You tell me.”

Drake closes his eyes and lets his head fall back.
Adam can’t resist kissing his neck.

“Yes, it’s all me. (kiss) And right now I’d like to stick all 8 ½ inches
in you. Would you like that, Baby?”

Drake can’t help but moan at the very thought of it.

“Ooh yeah. That’s what I wanna hear. You moaning as you take it all in.”
“You’re killing me, Adam. I’m like, dangerously close to coming in my
pants, I’m so turned on.”
“Sorry, Baby. Didn’t mean to torture you. Can I admit something?”
“What?”
“After I left the pool this afternoon, I went back to my room and jerked off,
fantasizing about you.”
“You did not!”
“I swear I did. I gotta get back on stage. Stay with me tonight? You don’t
have to do anything you don’t want to, but I promise we’ll have a good time.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
“Great! I’m dedicating the next song to you. Check this out.”
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