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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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The band returns to the stage.

“Guys, let’s do ‘Glamorize’. I’m dedicating this one to a certain blue-eyed hottie. He knows who he is.”

The girls nudge Drake, who’s beaming from ear-to-ear.

“Oh my God! Love those nasty lyrics! Drake, are you ok?”

He closes his eyes, breathing deeply.

“Dead puppies. Toothless grannies. He’s gonna be the death of me yet!”

“Ha ha! He’s got you all hot and bothered, doesn’t he?”

“I’m ready to scream. Among other things.”

“Ooh really? That’s sexy.”

He shoots her a look.

“Coming in my pants isn’t sexy. It’s mortifying.”

“Did you?”

“Trying not to.”

“Why don’t you go take care of it? That way you’ll last longer. You
don’t want to just lose it the minute he touches you, do you?”

Drake gets up and goes to the men’s room, winking at Adam on the
way. He’s back five minutes later, considerably less tense. He lights
up a cigarette.

“Feel better?”

He just smiles.

“Look at the way he moves. Boy, are you in for it!”

“You think I can’t tell that?”

Drake runs his hands through his hair. In the middle of the song,
Adam struts over to their table, motioning for Drake to “come here”.
Drake stands up. Adam holds out his hand. Drake takes it, and is
rewarded by Adam pulling him close and giving him a juicy,
lingering kiss. People are howling. Drake is embarrassed.

“Jesus Christ! I need another drink.”

“Wow, Drake, what’s he gonna do for an encore, bend you over
the table and nail you?”

“Don’t give him any ideas.”

The next hour goes by in a blur for Drake. Finally, the show is over.
The band is packing up some of their stuff. Adam is surrounded
by girls. He’s friendly to everyone, but he’s looking for Drake.
The girls head off in search of some food.
Drake lingers over his drink. Adam manages to break away from the
crowd and comes over to him.

“Hey, thanks for waiting. How’d you like it?”

“Outrageous! Are you always this over-the-top?”

Adam laughs.

“Yeah, pretty much. I didn’t embarrass you, did I?”

Drake shrugs.

“Sorry if I did. Just being me, I guess. I’ve got a softer side too,"
Adam says quietly, playing with Drake’s hair. “You’ll see. Feel like getting
something to eat? I’m starving.”

Looking into his eyes, Drake nods. Adam strokes his face with
the back of his fingers. Drake leans into his touch.
Adam leans in and kisses him softly.

“Come on.”

They walk out holding hands, and end up at the open-all-night
burger joint, snacking on a big pile of cheesy fries.
Adam playfully dips his finger in the cheese and puts it in Drake’s
mouth. Drake licks the cheese off Adam’s finger and sucks on it.
Adam smiles, his heart racing. He closes his eyes and groans softly.

“Give you ideas?”, Drake asks.

“Mmm. Lots. Let’s go upstairs. Do you need anything from your
room first?”

“You mean besides my teddy bear and fuzzy slippers?”

Adam laughs.

“You won’t need ‘em. You’ll be nice and warm with me.”

Drake smiles.

“You have condoms? ‘Cause I do if you don’t.”

“Yeah. I have ‘em. You know what they say. ‘Safety is sexy’.”

“Who says that?”, Drake laughs.

“Oh I dunno. Alright, maybe it’s not sexy, but it’s responsible.
I mean, I love sex, but I’m not gonna risk my life for it, or someone
else’s. As I see it, if I get into a relationship where we just want to be
with each other, we’d both get tested before we stopped using
protection.”

“Makes sense to me.”

Adam pays the bill, and they head to Drake’s room first. He throws a
few things in a bag and leaves a note for the girls.

“Your girls are sweet. Have you known them long?”

“We go to school together, and we share an apartment off-campus.”

“That’s cool. What are you studying?”

“Interior design.”

“Nice.”

They head back to Adam’s room. First thing he does is light candles on the night stand and put some music on. He looks up at Drake and smiles.

“Gotta create some atmosphere. I mean, I could just throw you on the bed and jump on you, but you’re not like that, are you? You like a little romance with your sex, right? I can tell that about you. I’m kinda intuitive about people.”

“What else can you tell about me?”

Adam sits next to him on the edge of the bed, and picks up Drake’s hand, tracing each finger with one of his own.

“That you’re passionate. You’re quiet, but intense. I can see that in your eyes. Kiss me.”

They lean into each other, hands on each other’s faces. Adam slides his tongue into Drake’s mouth. Drake moans and laces his fingers through Adam’s hair. They lie back on the bed together. Adam pulls Drake on top of him.

“Mmm yeah. Definitely passionate.”

Drake giggles. They kick their boots off and snuggle into each other. Adam trails kisses down Drake’s neck. Drake closes his eyes.

“Adam...”

“Like it?”

“Hell yeah.”

Adam sits up and takes his shirt off. Drake watches, and runs his hand over Adam’s shoulder and down his arm.

“I hate my freckles!”

“Aw, why? They’re cute.”

“I’ve got like, beauty marks too.”

“That’s fitting. You are beautiful.”

“Take this off, sexy boy.”

He lays back and pulls Drake into his arms.

“Tell me about each of these”, he says, running his fingers over Drake’s tattoos. “What do they mean?”

“Well, this one I got when I took a year off after high school to travel Europe... ...and this one is just my initials and a design I came up with.”

“Nice. I want to get some, but I haven’t found the right one yet.”

“Yeah. Gotta be the right one.”

Drake smiles and looks into his eyes. They go back to kissing, their hands roaming over each other’s upper bodies. Drake gasps when Adam’s fingers brush over his nipple, which doesn’t go unnoticed by Adam, who leans down to flick his tongue over it. Drake groans. Adam smiles.

“They’re sensitive, huh? Mine too.”

Drake meets Adam’s eyes, a playful smile on his lips.

“Let’s see how sensitive.”

Adam lays back, one arm over his head, and lets Drake explore. Drake plants kisses on Adams’s chest, before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking gently on it. Adam licks his lips and closes his eyes.

“Ooh yeah.”

He rolls the other one between his fingers, causing Adam to run his hand over the front of his own pants, and then reach for Drake’s hand and put it on his crotch.

“This is what you’re doing to me, Baby.”

Drake squeezes him through his pants, but Adam wants more contact. He opens his pants to free himself, desire burning in his eyes. Drake’s hand closes around him. Adam’s head falls back. Drake slides down so he’s on his stomach between Adam’s legs, and takes as much of him as he can into his mouth. Adam is groaning as Drake swallows around him, and all he can think about is rolling Drake over and fucking him hard and fast, but a voice in his head tells him to hold back.

“Ooh...oh Drake, you’re so good...I ...want..to...oh...(gasp). Stop!”

“Why’d you want me to stop? I would’ve swallowed it.”

“Cause I wanna fuck you, and I wanna know what you like.”

Adam finds himself wanting to make sure he satisfies Drake, not just himself. He reaches for a bag in the night stand.

“Oh I dunno. Whatever.”

“No, tell me,” Adam says as he lubricates two fingers and inserts them into Drake, who winces for a second.

“Sorry. I’ll go slower. You like it face-to-face?”

“Well, yeah, but sometimes I just want to close my eyes and feel it, y’know?”

Adam turns his fingers a little, searching for the spot that will get a reaction out of Drake, who is starting to relax. He closes his eyes. Adam is watching his face.

“So pretty,” Adam whispers, “How does that feel?”

“Nice. Can you go deeper? I like it deep.”

Adam’s eyes sparkle. He pushes his fingers in farther, and Drake moans loudly.

“Oh God, yeah! Right there!”

“Bull’s eye!”, Adam thinks to himself. He’s laying on his side behind Drake, and whispers to him, “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

“God, Adam, don’t stop!”

“I can hit that spot with my dick even better. Lie back, Sweetie.”

Adam withdraws his fingers and leans down to kiss Drake before kneeling in front of him.
“Pick your legs up. That’s it.”

He lines himself up with Drake.

“Wait, Adam. You’re forgetting something.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Wanna put it on me?”

Drake sits up.

“What’s with all these fancy-ass condoms? Neon colors?”

Adam laughs.

“That’s just me. I’m flashy, what can I say?”

“Honey, I don’t need to see your thang glowing in the dark.”

Adams laughs as Drake picks out a fluorescent green one and puts it on him.

“Okay, you’re good-to-go.”

Adam is still giggling.

“I’m sorry, I’m just picturing...wasn’t there a scene in a movie...?”

Drake starts laughing too.

“At least you won’t get lost in the dark.”

Adam waves his hand in front of his face.

“Stop, you’re killing me!”

“Is it physically possible to laugh and fuck at the same time?”

“Good question. Let’s try this again.”

Adam starts off slowly, his eyes locked on Drake’s face.

“Go deeper, Adam.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You’re not. Come on.”

Adam braces himself with his hands on either side of Drake’s head, to give himself more leverage.

“Better, Baby?”

“Mmm, yeah. You’re so big. You’re like, totally filling me. Feels sooo good...”

This encourages Adam to go faster.

“Drake...(gasp) mmm...”

“Oh yeah, right there, Baby! God, Adam!...”

Adam bites his lip. Nothing turns him on like hearing his lover respond, and discovering that Drake’s something of a screamer thrills him. With Adam as big as he is, Drake’s getting constant pressure on his prostate, even if Adam barely moves, and it’s making him crazy. Adam’s trying not to slam him too hard, just to keep a steady pace, but Drake keeps bearing down on him, and Adam fights to hold back, not wanting to finish first. He shifts position so his hand is free, and he reaches down to stroke Drake in time with his thrusts.

“Come for me, Baby.”

Drake nods and closes his eyes.

“It’s coming, Adam...ohhh fuck...ADAM!!”

“That’s it, Baby. Let it go. Ooh yeah, Drake, I bet that feels good. I can feel it inside you. I’m almost there. Oh shit, you feel good...yes...oh God yes...DRAKE!!”

Panting, Adam closes his eyes and rests his forehead against Drake’s, and waits for his heart to stop racing. He pulls out slowly and lays beside him, trying to slow his breathing. Drake opens his eyes and studies Adam’s face. Adam smiles.

“You ok?”

Drake nods, his eyes half-closed. Adams rolls onto his back and holds his arms open. Drake snuggles against him.

“Mmm...this is nice, isn’t it?”

“I need a cigarette.”

“Okay, but come back to bed and snuggle with me when you’re done?”

“Sure.”

Drake pulls his jeans on and steps out onto the balcony to smoke. Adam goes to the bathroom to wash up. He splashes his face with cold water, looks in the mirror, and takes a deep breath.

“I’m hungry”, he announces, to no one in particular, and rummages through the in-room fridge, pulling out a candy bar. Drake comes back in, throws his jeans on the floor, and crawls into bed beside Adam.

“Want some?”

They share the rest of it, and Adam leans over and takes out another one.

“Sex gives me the munchies. Gotta replenish my energy.”

He picks up the remote and turns on the TV.

“Oh cool, they have CNN.”

“Oh not you too!”

“ ‘Not me too’ what?”, Adam asks.

Drake explains: “My mother is a total CNN junkie. That’s all she ever watched when I lived at home.”

Adam pouts. “I love CNN! Here, put on whatever you want.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, go ahead.”

They settle on an old movie. Drake’s head is resting on Adam’s chest, and Adam’s fingers are laced through Drake’s hair, rubbing his head.

“That’s so relaxing.”

Adam smiles.

“Can I tell you something, Adam?”

“What’s that?”

“It never felt like that with anyone else before.”

“Like what, Sweetie?”

“I’m not sure how to describe it.”

“Try.”

“Well, like you were deliberately trying to make it good for me.”

“I was.”

“Wow.”

“Why does that surprise you?”

“I guess because most guys would be like ‘Wham Bam, I’ll call you, see you around.’ You’re different.”

Adam shrugs.

“I guess I am. It’s kinda like singing for me. I care about the performance. And who I’m with.”

“I like that.”

Drake yawns.

“Aw, did I wear you out, Sweetie?”

“A little. I’m just really relaxed now.”

“Close your eyes.”

Adam holds him until he falls asleep, then starts channel surfing, and returns to CNN until he falls asleep himself.
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