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What Else Could a Guy Do?	By : MissEncheva Category: Individual Celebrities > Adam Lambert Views: 2028 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction! I do not know Adam Lambert or Tommy Joe Ratliff, and I do not profit from these writings.

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In a few more minutes he heard his computer beep, indicating that he had received a new e-mail. He put the guitar beside him and turned to his laptop.
The message was graphically well structured; something he didn’t see enough in those days. He quickly went through the mail and looked for indications about the person’s attitude, education and how much respect they are showing.
Hello Tommy,
I am writing in connection to our prior conversation on the phone.
As you suggested I am sending some information about myself which I find relevant.
I really hope you may consider me as somebody you can work with and take up my invite to drink coffee today! If you accept, please come by whenever you feel like it. Here is my address:
I am looking forward to hearing from you.
Kind regards,
Adam
Tommy was pleased. The message read well and contained all the information he requested. Adam had told him that he was a musician and that he really loved singing and preforming; he mentioned Tommy’s picture with a guitar which he saw on the website and asked Tommy whether he plays. Instantly the blond man smiled; he liked musicians. He also explained his conception about taking responsibility when you’re famous and that in his opinion he should do his best not to demonstrate promiscuous behaviour. Adam also asked about the payment; he said he read the information on Tommy’s website thoroughly and that he liked the way he worked – the money was transmitted via bank in front of both parties before engaging any encounters but he explained that he didn’t see a get-to-know-each-other-over-coffee case. He also said that he had the money and that it wasn’t a problem. Tommy smirked at that; that was the case with all of his clients. Adam will just have to wait and see. At that moment he was sure he was going to meet Adam today. He quickly typed back an e-mail:
Hello Adam,
I am very glad that you also enjoy music! To answer your question – yes, I do play the guitar and I really enjoy it.
I find your idea about having to be thoughtful of what you are doing when you are a role-model is very interesting and I believe you are absolutely right.
About the payment, we will talk over coffee. Do not worry about it.
I happily accept your invite for today!
I will see you in two hours at your place.
Kind regards,
Tommy
He hit the ‘send’ button and got up to go for a shower and get in some other clothes.
He picked up his cup of herbal tea from the coffee table and went to wash it beforehand. He hated dirty dishes. Just as he was heading towards his bedroom he heard his computer beep again. It was an e-mail form Adam.
Dear Tommy,
I am awaiting your arrival!
Yours,
Adam
P.S. Please, bring your guitar
Tommy smirked. It was getting personal already.
Exactly two hours later Adam heard the ring of the doorbell of the gate which led into his property. He went over to the monitors and saw a taxi. He imagined that would be Tommy and pressed the button which opened the huge door.
Suddenly Adam felt anxious again. He started pacing in front of the front door of his house. He had the coffee machine ready; all he needed to do was press the button and they would have coffee. But then what? What was he supposed to do? He was sure that Tommy would know, after all he’s a professional – that’s his job.
Ding-dong
Oh my God! He’s here! Now what?? What? Adam turned around and examined his living room, then turned towards the kitchen. What was he doing?
Ding-dong
“Oh, the door!” he whispered to himself and hurriedly opened it.
There was the man from the pictures standing in front of him. He was wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans and black boots – the style was very rock ‘n’ toll. That look was reinforced as he was carrying a guitar case. His hair was bleached blond and his haircut was indeed extremely weird but in a good way. It was a bit wet from the rain; the taxi had stopped as close to the house as possible but Tommy still had to walk a few meters.
Adam imagined he probably looked like a scared rabbit because he could see concern slowly taking over that gorgeous man’s features.
“Hi.” Adam finally said and opened the door further to let Tommy inside.
The blond man smiled and walked through the door. “You have a very nice home.” He said and nodded in confirmation of his own words.
“Thank you. Please feel free to… feel at home.” Adam was a loss of words, comprehension and everything related to the work of the left lobe of his brain.
“Do you mind if I leave this here?” Tommy asked and looked towards the guitar case.
“No, no, not at all. Please.”
The blond man smiled once again and Adam almost squeaked; he had the cutest smile ever! Thankfully his overreaction to the smile wasn’t seen as Tommy was putting the guitar on the ground. Adam remembered to close the front door and waited for his guest to look back him. Then he led him into the kitchen and gestured for him to take a seat.
He made coffee and they talked about everything and nothing. Adam’s anxiety quickly faded away as Tommy knew perfectly well how to maintain an interesting and engaging conversation. When they were done with the coffee they went back to the living room; Tommy grabbed his electric guitar and connected it to the small speakers he had brought. Adam wondered a couple of times if his guest knew who he was but judging by the other man’s behaviour he either didn’t know or didn’t care. Besides he told Adam that he was more into the “old stuff” and that made the singer feel content; finally somebody was truly talking to him, not to his stage-I-am-Adam-Lambert-self. Or at least it felt that way. There were a couple of times Adam forgot that Tommy was there because Adam was paying him. Well Adam hadn’t yet paid him, not had Tommy spoke of payment. Those thoughts were creeping into the singer’s mind every once in a while but they were quickly being forgotten when that sexy, blond, cute man started speaking. And when he started playing… Oh My! Could he become more perfect?!
Tommy had told Adam that it had been a while since he had last played but in Adam’s honest opinion the guy was doing a wonderful job with that guitar. The way his fingers were paying the strings, how his hand was sliding up and down the neck of the guitar… how he was biting his pink lips and the glances he was throwing at Adam whenever he would sing the lyrics… Adam couldn’t- … They played a couple of old rock songs which they both knew and it turned out that they worked really well together; they followed each other and engaged in interesting variations… it was a bliss.
At first Tommy sat in the middle of Adam’s huge sofa but Adam himself decided he should keep his distance and sat on the armchair but the more time passed, the more Tommy was playing, the more seductive glances he got - the more Adam remembered why he had called Tommy in the first place. Sex.
During one song Adam casually stood up from the armchair and took a seat on Tommy’s left side being careful not to disturb his playing. As the song came to its end the guitarist decided to add a few more notes and once again slid his hand up and down the neck a couple of times. The sound the guitar made was like a roar and the vibrations shot straight to Adam’s crotch. He bit his lower lip and looked into Tommy’s eyes. Those deep brown pools of lustful eternity looked back at him and the singer felt his stomach muscles tighten when he saw that pink tongue dart out to moisten the guitarist’s lips. Adam’s eyes were stuck to that soft, glistening mouth so close to him, jet so far and he couldn’t help but image what it would feel like to have his hard dick inside. He bet that Tommy knew how to give head; he bet that Tommy knew many things.
Adam swallowed hard as he anticipated something. Tommy looked as if he were going to kiss him; they were both looking at each other’s lips and it was exhilarating. The next thing he knew was the blond man’s lips on his. At first it was just a touch but then it quickly heated up as Adam felt Tommy’s tongue run over his bottom lip in a gentle attempt to deepen the kiss. Adam didn’t have to be asked twice. Their tongues collided in a frenzy of licking and pushing; the kiss was passionate and sexy and it excited every nerve in Adam’s body. He needed to be closer but there was some large, hard wood preventing him from getting closer to the body next to him. He wouldn’t generally mind the large, hard wood but this time it wasn’t the “right kind”. He opened his eyes and eyeballed the guitar. Stupid guitar! The singer grabbed the neck and lifted it up. Tommy broke their kiss to help him get rid of the instrument. He put it on the coffee table and turned back to Adam; the man was staring.
“What’s wrong?” Tommy asked, concerned.
“I’m sorry… It’s your free day and you’ve already spent most of it in my place. I didn’t mean to-”
“Hey, it’s OK. If I’m here, I’m here because I want to be.” But Tommy didn’t feel like Adam believed him so he stood up and added, “Besides…” he reached into the back pocket of his black jeans*[1] and took out a few red foil packages. When he dropped them on the coffee table next to the guitar Adam’s eyes widened.
“I like strawberry taste.” The singer noted.
Tommy smirked, “So do I.”

*[1] Condoms are very “fragile”. In order to preserve them they should be kept in an enclosed, room temperature environment. They should not be carried around in pockets or wallets as they might get damaged and therefore they will not be safe to use. The character was carrying the condoms in his back pocket only for the purpose of the text!!!
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