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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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During the next week, Drake divides his time between Adam and the girls, who are happy for him, but cautioning him not to read too much into it. After spending a magical week together, Adam and Drake decide to stay friends and just see where it goes. They both get involved with other people, but talk often, and find themselves turning to each other for comfort when both their relationships break down. When Adam gets dumped by Brad, he calls Drake, in tears.

“You’re too good for him, Adam. He didn’t know what he had. But I did.”

“(sniff) What are you talking about?”

“I knew you were special from Day One. You need someone who will treasure your heart, not trample it.”

“Yeah, it’s funny how well you understand me. Maybe I’ve been with the wrong guy all along.”

Drake is doing the dance of joy in his living room.

“Well duh! Took you long enough to realize that.”

Adam is silent, then it’s as if a light bulb goes on over his head.

“You mean, all this time, you’ve had my back, and I’d call you going on about him, and, God I feel so stupid now! It had to hurt you. I’m so sorry. Drake?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you...are you...”

“In love with you?”

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Since the day I met you, and I tried to convince myself I wasn’t.”

“You must hate me.”

“No Adam, I don’t hate you. I love you, you damned fool! Wake up!”

“I need to process this. If I’m so sad, why is a part of me ecstatic?”

“Jeez, and I thought girls were bad!”

“Look, I’ll call you tomorrow, ok? I just need time to think.”

He calls his closest girlfriend.

“I’m coming over with wine and chocolate.”

“Ok, Baby Girl.”

Ten minutes later, she’s there.

“Jeez Adam, you look like shit!”

“Thanks. Maybe I feel like shit.”

“Maybe he treated you like shit and you deserve better. What about Drake?”

“What about him?”

“He adores you, and you were too hung up on Brad to see it.”

“I just found that out an hour ago. How could I be so stupid?”

“Honey, love makes people do all kinds of dumb shit. Give him a chance. I think you’d be really happy together.”

“I just don’t want it to be a rebound thing. I’ve hurt him enough already.”

“How do you feel about him?”

“Well...he’s the one I turn to for support, and deep conversations. I depend on him. I trust him. He’s never hurt me. I don’t think he’s got it in him. It just feels, I dunno, now that I know how he feels, and it’s not just friendship...God, I’m so confused!”

She pulls him into a hug. He starts crying all over again.

“It’s gonna be okay, Adam.”

“It hurts so much. I just want to die. He smashed my heart in a million pieces, and just stepped on the pieces and walked away, and I’m left to deal with it.”

“You’ve never had your heart broken before, have you?”

“I don’t think I could live through this twice.”

“You’re not alone, Baby. You have friends who love you. I love you. Drake loves you. And he just might be the one that helps you put the pieces back together. Here.”

They pass the bottle back and forth.

“Stay here tonight? I don’t wanna be alone.”

“Totally. Ok, where’s your collection of chick flick DVD’s?”

“Uh, in the entertainment center? Where else would they be, in the linen closet?”

“Don’t be a smartass, Adam. ‘Pretty Woman’ or ‘Sleepless in Seattle’?”

“ ‘Pretty Woman’, I guess.”

The next morning, he’s got a raging headache and a hangover. He trudges to the bathroom and cringes at his reflection.

“Happy now, Brad?”, he mutters.

“You’re only allowed one night of feeling sorry for yourself. Take a shower, and I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Not hungry.”

“Adam, you’ve had nothing but wine and candy, and that was 12 hours ago. You should eat something.”

“Oh, alright.”

He picks at a plate of scrambled eggs.

“Let’s go shopping. That always cheers me up. Just humor me.”

“Okay. Thank you for this.”

He calls Drake that night.

“Yeah, I drowned my sorrows in cheap wine and chocolate. And we went shopping. Do you remember how much fun we had in Tahoe?”

“Of course.”

“I was thinking...maybe you’d like to come out here over winter break? Unless you’ve made other plans already?”

“No.”

“ ‘No, you won’t come’, or ‘no, you have no other plans’?”

“No other plans. You really want me to come to LA?”

“Yes. I’ve missed you.”

“I miss you too.”

“Then you’ll come?”

“Yeah. My last final is Wednesday. Let me bring my shit home to my mom’s. Suppose I fly out on Friday?”

“Let me know when you book it, and I’ll meet you at LAX.”

“This is gonna be fun.”

“Yeah it is.”

“Oh and Adam? Lose the neon condoms this time.”

Adam laughs.

“Thanks. For making me laugh. I needed that.”

Over the next few days, Adam tries to force himself to stop thinking about Brad, and think about Drake instead. His best friend helps him.

“Tell me about Tahoe. The first time you saw him, what were you thinking?”

“Yum.”

“Go on.”

“He has gorgeous, dreamy eyes, and pouty lips. He’s a good kisser too. (sigh) And a good dancer. And he can drink me under the table.”

“Was he good in bed?”

Adam smiles.

“Yeah, he was. And you know what sticks in my mind?”

“What?”

“The way he always fell asleep in my arms, and during the night, if we turned away from each other in our sleep, he’d reach for me and snuggle back up to me. It felt nice to be needed. I really liked sleeping with him, all cozy.”

“Can’t wait to meet him.”

Next day, Adam is waiting for him at LAX, standing at the gate. Once more, two pairs of blue eyes meet, and two boys smile at each other. They embrace as people walk past them.

“You look really good. You been working out?”

“Yeah. I love your hair like that.”

“Thank you, Sweetie. You hungry?”

“Yeah. All they gave us was pretzels.”

Adam takes him out for dinner before bringing him home.

“This is my crib. I’m renting this house for now, but I’m still trying to decide if I want to buy it.”

Adam gives him the tour, with his arm around Drake’s shoulder. Drake is mentally planning how he’d decorate each room, if Adam asked him.

“You have to see this. The view from the bedroom is the whole reason I took this house.”

He opens the door. At the foot of the bed, French doors open onto a balcony overlooking the ocean. Drake’s jaw drops.

“Oh. My. God! I’m so jealous!”

“Isn’t it awesome? I love to just sit out here and daydream, when I can find time.”

“I can think of better things to do out here.”

“Yeah, that’s all I need. For the paps to score a picture of us gettin’ it on. Try explaining to your mother why that’s all over the internet.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“It sucks, no pun intended, but I kinda hafta think about that stuff. I hafta think about what I do in public, because if it isn’t behind closed doors, someone’s gonna take a picture, whether it’s my down time or not.”

“Next thing you know, they’ll have cameras in the urinals.”

“Wonder how much a picture of my dick would sell for?”

“Wanna find out?”

“Don’t even go there.”

“Have I ever screwed you over?”

Adam sighs sadly.

“No.”

Seizing the moment, Drake finally tells Adam what he’s been dying to tell him.

“Hey, I’m not him, alright? I’ve been waiting patiently for months, hoping you’d eventually realize how much I love you and just want to be with you. There, I said it. So sue me.”

Adam stops dead in his tracks, fighting back tears. He gently places his hand on Drake’s face and leans in to kiss him. Drake won’t let it go at a quick little kiss, and pulls Adam close as he deepens the kiss. Adam closes his eyes and moans.

“Please, Adam. Give me a chance to help you forget him and learn to trust again. I love you, Boy. You don’t have to say it back if that’s not how you feel. Just let me love you.”

“Wait, Drake. You need to hear this. I do love you. I have all along. Maybe it took this to make me realize how much. I just feel so vulnerable, and I hate that.”

Drake takes both Adam’s hands in his, and leads him to the bed.

“How about if you just leave it to me to take care of you tonight? Can you trust me enough to do that? I’m never gonna betray your trust.”

Adam sighs.

“I’m gonna take a leap of faith. Would you do something for me?”

“What’s that?”

“I’m totally surrendering to you. You’re gonna top tonight. Show me I’m justified in trusting you.”

“Thank you, Adam. I promise you won’t regret it.”

Drake’s eyes light up.

“So I get to do you any way I want?”

“Well, what do you want? It doesn’t involve S&M, does it? ‘Cause I feel humiliated enough.”

“No, Baby, none of that. Last time we were together, there was something I wanted to do that I never got to.”

“And that was?”

“I want you to come in my mouth. I wanna taste you.”

“Okay. I just usually like oral as foreplay.”

“Step out of your comfort zone. Let’s do that as Round One. I don’t care how long it takes to get to Round Two. We’ve got all night.”

“Honey, I’ve never had a problem getting hard again.”

“Good. Me neither. Give yourself to me.”

“I’m yours, Baby. Take me.”

They kiss passionately, and the clothes are flying. Adam dims the lights.

“I like it. Just enough so I can see you.”

“Want some music on?”

“Sure.”

They climb into bed together.

“I wanna kiss every inch of you. I wanna find out where your erogenous zones are.”

“Want me to tell you?”

“Nope. I’ll know by your reaction.”

“Ooh. This is gonna be fun.”

“Now, should I start at the top or the bottom?”, Drake ponders aloud. “Hmm...”

Adam watches Drake’s eyes.

“Put your feet in my lap.”

“Why?”

“I’m starting at the bottom.”

Adam shrugs and lets Drake rub his feet. Drake is being meticulous, touching each toe. Adam is surprised at how much he likes it.

“No one’s really paid attention to my feet before. Feels kinda nice.”

“Will it weird you out if I kiss them?”

“I don’t think so. Do you have a foot fetish or something?”

“No, but I just know that feet can be very sensual, and I want to see if yours are.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Adam relaxes and enjoys it, until Drake sucks on his toes. Electricity shoots straight up his spine.

“Ooh...”

He bites his lip. Drake does it again, and he gasps.

“Wow. I never expected that to happen.”

“See? Doesn’t it feel good?”

Adam nods. Drake moves up his leg, and Adam tenses, his heart pounding in anticipation.

“That’s my spot, right there!”

Drake smiles and continues planting kisses on Adam’s thigh, and pauses to watch Adam touching himself.

“God, that’s sexy!”

“I want you so much, Baby...”, Adam whispers, pointing his manhood at Drake’s face.

“Please?”, Adam whimpers, “I need you.”

“You don’t have to beg, Baby. I’m happy to do you.”

Adam’s eyes roll back as Drake’s mouth closes around him. Drake can’t get enough of the picture before him: Adam laying back, with his mouth open and his eyes half-closed, groaning and gasping.

“You have no idea how sexy you are, do you?”

“I don’t think I am.”

“Lots of people would disagree with you. Starting with me.”

“Mmm...that feels amazing. You’re biased.”

“Millions of fans can’t be wrong. And they’d give their right arms to be where I am right now.”

“With my dick in their mouths?”, Adam smiles.

Drake winks at him and keeps going, trying to get Adam to lose control. His breathing is uneven, and he’s gripping the sheets with one hand, and has the other in Drake’s hair.

“I’m getting close, Baby. Sure you wanna swallow it?”

“Yes. Every drop.”

Adam holds his breath, trembling. His body tenses.

“Ohh yeah, Drake, don’t stop! I’m coming, Baby. Drake!!!”

Drake closes his eyes as he swallows. Adam is lost in the universe, hearing himself crying out Drake’s name, but he doesn’t open his eyes until his head stops spinning. He smiles at Drake, who lays beside him, brushing his hair off his face. Adam turns toward him, looking deep into his eyes.

“You really love me, don’t you?”

Drake nods slowly.

“I love you too. Your turn.”

Adam makes it his personal mission to see how loudly he can make Drake moan.

“Damn, Boy, that mouth is good for more than singing!”

“I love hearing you.”

A few minutes later, they’re snuggled up together. Drake is trying to figure out what hit him.

“You’re amazing, Baby.”

Adam blushes.

“Should I put ‘gives great blowjobs’ on my resumeʹ?”

“Not unless you want me to hire you.”

“That position’s already filled.”

Drake laughs.

“By you.”

“Speaking of positions...”

“I know. Give me a few minutes to recover. You’re insatiable!”

“Dude, I’ve been on the road for months. I’ve got catching up to do.”

“Oh, I see how it is!”, Drake jokes, “You’ll use me for your own gratification, and kick me to the curb when you’re done.”

Adam gets serious.

“I will never kick you to the curb. Or use you.”

“I know.”

Adam watches Drake smoking on the balcony, and reaches behind the door for his bathrobe. He joins Drake outside.

“Isn’t it beautiful out here?”

“The view is amazing.”

He looks at Drake.

“I know. Especially from where I stand.”

Drake throws the cigarette into the ocean and leans in to kiss Adam.

“You look really cute in that robe.”

Adam leads him by the hand back into the bedroom. Drake pulls the belt on Adam’s robe and watches it fall to the floor. He steps up to Adam and pulls him close.

“Have you recovered enough?”, Adam asks.

“Ready for more already?”

“Whenever you are.”

“What’s the rush? I’m not going anywhere.”

They get back in bed, kissing and talking.

“So you haven’t told me. I showed you my biggest erogenous zone. What’s yours?”, Adam asks.

“Right here”, Drake replies, pointing to the inside of his elbow, “The whole inside of my arm. And behind my knees, but the touch has to be pretty light.”

Adam takes his hand, and rubs a little circle on Drake’s palm, then starts trailing his fingers up Drake’s arm very lightly, just brushing with his fingertips, watching his reaction. Drake’s breathing gets faster, and he closes his eyes. Adam brings Drake’s arm up to his mouth, and brushes his lips over the inside of Drake’s elbow. The effect is obvious. Drake’s eyes are smoldering. He pulls Adam into a passionate kiss, and rolls him over so he’s on his back beneath him.

“You’re gettin’ me so excited, Baby.”

“Make love to me, Drake.”

“Where do you keep the...um...?”

“Let me get up a second.”

Adam leans over the side of the bed and looks under it, nearly falling off.

“Now there’s a picture! Your ass in the air.”

“Gee thanks.”

He sits back up and hops off the bed to retrieve the supplies from underneath it.

“Here”, he says, tossing the stuff to Drake.

“Not green, is it?”

“Nope. Just regular.”

“Bring that ass over here, Sweet Stuff.”

Adam giggles.

“That’s a new one.”

“Come lie next to me. Face down.”

Adam raises his eyebrows.

“Okay.”

Drake trails kisses down Adam’s back.

“Feels nice, Baby.”

“Wait. I haven’t done anything yet. I’m not done tasting you yet. There are parts I have yet to explore”, Drake teases.

“Ooh.”

“Let’s see, how do I want to do this?”

Drake slides down on the bed and turns around so they’re head-to-feet. Adam’s heart races as Drake slides his hand between his thighs from the back.

“Open your legs a little. That’s it, Baby. Let me get in there.”

“That tickles, Drake. What are you...?”

Adam’s head falls back as Drakes slides his tongue into him. He gasps.

“Oh yeah Baby, I like that! Oh God, that feels good...Drake...put your fingers in there. I’ll guide you.”

Drake is slightly surprised as how much Adam likes it, since he’s usually the top. He’s got Adam half-crazy with just two fingers.

“Did you know,” Adam pants, “that it’s possible for a guy to come without any contact to his dick whatsoever?”

“I’ve heard that. Why, are you gonna? Has that ever happened to you?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“A few times. If the top gets the right angle and hits the spot, the bottom just explodes. It feels totally intense.”

“Let me see if I can do that for you. What do you need me to do?”

“Stand at the foot of the bed. I’m gonna slide down to the edge.”

Adam rests his legs on Drake’s shoulders.

“Lean over me a little more. When you penetrate, aim for the top, okay?”

Drake prepares himself and Adam, and looks into his eyes.

“Ready?”

“Uh huh. Come on.”

Drake is tentative at first, not sure Adam likes it, but his doubts soon subside as Adam pushes back, driving him in deeper.

“Yeah Drake, just like that! Ooh yeah, Baby, give it to me!”

“Good?”

“Hell yeah! You’re awesome! Oh God yes, keep it up!”

Drake is on fire, and every nerve is jumping.

“Never mind the bottom,” he thinks, “I’M gonna explode!”

“Adam...Baby...ohhh...”

Adam is tossing his head from side to side, his eyes closed.

“Drake...yes...yes...it’s coming...I’m...gonna...OH GOD!!!”

Drake feels Adam’s muscles contracting around him, and gives in to his own release.

“Aah yeah...Adam...Adam...”

Adam opens his eyes slowly, focusing on Drake’s face. Drake climbs back onto the bed and pulls him close. Adam has tears in his eyes. Drake kisses him.

“Why are you crying, Baby? Did I hurt you?”

Adam shakes his head.

“Then what?”

“I should’ve been with you all along. It’s just...it feels magical with you. You love me.”

“I have all along, Baby.”

“Drake?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t let me go.”

“Never.”
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