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What Else Could a Guy Do?	By : MissEncheva Category: Individual Celebrities > Adam Lambert Views: 2026 -:- 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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Tommy tried not to chuckle, that guy was all over the place. The blond shook his head. He reached the sofa and let the towel fall pooling around his legs. He found his underwear amidst his and Adam’s clothes on the floor and put it on, then his jeans, followed by his shirt. In a second his eyes fell on the sofa again and he noticed that it still held the traces of their orgasms. He took the towel from the floor and went over to the bathroom. It was still very warm inside; he reached the sink, the mirror above it was steamy; he ran his hand over it to get rid of the droplets and look at himself. There he was standing in somebody else’s expensive bathroom; his hair was wet; his eyes were wide; his lips were red and slightly opened, his skin looked almost too pale.
There was a dull feeling deep within him… Melancholy? No – he had chosen this; he was doing what he wanted to do… His eyes kept examining his mirrored image. He looked so fuckable that it almost scared him.
Tommy shook his head and put the tap on letting some water pour over one of the ends of the towel. He wrung out the cloth from the extra water and put the tap off. He gave himself one last look in the mirror and went back to the fancy leather couch to clean it up. He kneeled in front of it and started rubbing; slowly getting rid of the mess.
Adam couldn’t find a place – he was pacing back and forth in the kitchen; his mind was racing but no coherent thought was making its way through – it was all a jungle.
The question of what he was supposed to do now was still buzzing inside him, confusing him; he couldn’t just stay there anymore!
Without a second thought the singer yanked the door of the kitchen opened and stepped into the living room all tornado like… only in nothing but a towel. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Tommy kneeling of front of the couch, his right hand holding what looked like a wet cloth. The blond man was staring at Adam with wide eyes; to him it seemed like Tommy was a bunny with a carrot caught under the radar of a hunter.
Now what?!
Adam’s mind caught up with the picture before him. “No, no… you don’t need to do that!” he squeaked and quickly made his way towards the blond.
“Nah, it’s OK. I'm almost done anyway.” Tommy smiled and kept rubbing, “Besides, we don’t want to ruin the leather.”
Adam took a breath in and it gave him just enough mental strength to do what he felt was right.
“Tommy, stop.” The singer said with firm voice and kneeled next to the smaller man taking the towel from his hand and placing it on the table. Once they regained eye contact Adam carried on, “This is not something you’re supposed to do.” He said softly. “Well at least I believe it’s not something you’re supposed to do. You’re not my boyfriend.” Adam didn’t mean that in a bad way but he couldn’t judge what Tommy’s eyes were telling him so he took what he felt like was the safe way and quickly added, “Not that I don’t want you to be!” Oh, shit! “I mean…” the brunette’s eyes widened in confusion and fright. That was stupid! “I just want to say that you’re a wonderful guy and talented and witty and sexy and… now you’re laughing at me.”
Tommy simply couldn’t hide the huge grin that erupted on his face as he was listening to Adam who was trying to explain his confusion.
“Adam-”
“No, it’s fine. I get it. I'm a confused bastard who has never hired a prostitute before and thinks he’s falling in love because of the amazing sex he paid for!” Drama queen!
“Technically you haven’t paid yet.” Tommy slipped in when Adam shut up to take a breath. He wasn’t offended by the other man’s words, he found the whole situation rather silly actually; and if Adam would let him speak he would explain that and it would stop being awkward. Speaking of witch, the terrified look in the brunette’s eyes spoke volumes of regret and insecurity. “Hey-”
“Oh my God! I'm so sorry, Tommy! I didn’t mean it like that!! I get it’s your job and you chose to do it but I just feel like you could do so much more, you could give so much more – you play the guitar so well and you’re so kind and I would be so lucky to have somebody like you on my band. I just-”
“Adam! … Listen,” Tommy placed his hand on Adam’s knee and waited for the singer to concentrate on him. “I know what you mean.”
“You do? ‘Cos I'm not sure I know what I mean.”
“Shhh…”
“Sorry.” Adam mouthed.
“Alright, I get why you called me. I think I’ve seen you on TV once or twice and as I already told you I respect that you don’t want to just get down with some random guy in front of all the cameras that are following your every step. I get it, OK?” When Adam nodded Tommy continued. “But exactly as you outlined this is my job … and it’s not only what meets the eye. There’s lot of psychology involved – it was your first time doing something like this and instead of getting some lame-ass guy you got me and I'm also a musician and our characters are compatible and yeah, the sex was great-” the two of them chuckled for a moment before Tommy continued, “It’s normal to feel attracted to me. Honestly I feel attracted to you too.”
At that moment Adam’s eyes filled with sparkling expectation. “Stay over.” He said softly.
“I can’t,” Tommy uttered.
“Can I see you again?”
The blond raised his eyebrows in question. “Umm-”
“I mean outside of work… Like on a date.”
“Should you? … We’ve known each other for a few hours but I'm pretty sure you deserve better that what I can give.” Tommy told Adam softly as he moved his hand away from his knee and stood up.
“I don’t think that. Plus how long are you going to keep doing this job…”
“We’re not even friends yet, Adam, and this already sounds too much like a fictional love story. I don’t mean to be rude but do you really think you get to ask me this?”
His tone was kind and he made it sound like a simple and correct explanation of the situation they were in but Adam already felt like he had known the smaller man for ages and all he wanted was for Tommy to be safe and happy. Call him old-fashioned but he didn’t think working as an escort is doing that for the boy.
Adam didn’t speak for a moment; his eyes drifted to the unused condoms on the table and his gaze shot straight to Tommy’s.
“We forgot to-” the singer started anxiously.
“Before you panic – I'm clean.”
Adam stood up. “Me too.”
“See, all’s fine.” Tommy dismissed the subject. They both knew it wasn’t and that what they did was stupid and reckless but somehow it all felt safe.
“Um, you... want some… refreshments?” the singer offered politely.
“Yeah, could I get a glass of water? I'm fillin’ a little dry.”
The two of them chuckled at that statement as they went over to the kitchen. Adam poured some mineral water in a tall glass and handed it to Tommy who was leaning against the counter.
Outside the weather was getting better. The rain had stopped and now the last sunrays were illuminating the thin clouds colouring them in orange-gold. The view of the sunset from Adam’s kitchen was really stunning. For a moment there both men were focused on the beauty of the nature. The fresh smell of grass and rain was coming in from the slightly opened kitchen window accompanied by the sound of birds singing their last songs for the day.
Tommy had to be honest and admit to himself that it felt nice to be with Adam at that moment, admiring the lovely scenery and breathing in the freshness.
“Hey,” the singer started. “Thank you. I needed that.”
“You’re welcome. It’s what I do.”
“I’ll get my laptop.” He left Tommy alone in the kitchen for a couple of minutes. When he returned the man was just putting the now empty water glass in the sink. “Here…” Adam put the computer on the table and turned it so both of them could see the monitor. “So, what’s your bank account?”
“Um, let me type it in; it’s easier.” The blond typed in the respective field and pulled away from the table.
“What’s your tariff… on your free day?” Adam made an apology face to which Tommy laughed.
“… 3 000.”
“Yeah, right.” Adam gave him half a smile. He knew that what they did should cost him a lot more.
“Well… that’s my business strategy. I give you low prices until you get hooked and after that is when I get the real money coming.” Tommy joked.
“You sound like a drug dealer… but since you’re also the drug my metaphor makes no sense.”
Tommy laughed and Adam couldn’t help but follow suit.
“Alright. The transfer’s made.” The brunette smiled and inclined the monitor so Tommy could see the message from the bank’s website. “You know, you used the worlds “outline”, “lame-ass” and “compatible” in the same sentence … in that order. It was a weird mixture.”
Tommy smiled brightly and looked aside for a moment before his eyes met Adam’s once again.
“I tend to change between sophisticated and simple language in some situations.” He explained perkily.
“I like you.” Adam said softly.
“I cost 3 000 bucks; I’d be worried of you didn’t.” Tommy joked and for the first time Adam didn’t feel uncomfortable because of the payment.
“Yeah? Well I might hire you more often then.” The brunette felt sure enough in himself to joke back.
“That’s more than fine by me.” Tommy smiled sweetly and looked at the clock which was hanging on the wall to his left. “I gotta pack my guitar and put my shoes on. It’s getting late.”
“I’ll call you a taxi.” Adam offered and went over to the far end of the kitchen counter where his cell was charging. From the corner of his eye he saw the blond man head towards the living room.
A couple of minutes later the singer joined his guest next to the front door where he was putting his guitar and speakers back into their case.
Tommy looked up at Adam and smiled. Apparently the singer was now feeling rather comfortable as he was still only wearing the towel around his waist. Tommy didn’t mind that one bit; he was totally fine with having naked people around him, especially when they looked as good as Adam did.
“Alright, I'm ready.” He stood up and faced the larger man who was leaning against the door frame.
“The taxi should be here in a few minutes.”
“Mmm… what can we do to pass the time?” Tommy was feeling playful and Adam’s lustful smile was telling him that he wasn’t alone.
He stepped over the case of his guitar and ended up right in front of the other man. They were looking at each other’s lips; suddenly the energy in the room changed form light to sexual. Tommy licked his bottom lip and that was when all of Adam’s restraints flew out of the window. He crushed his lips against the smaller man’s, claiming his mouth and body. The guitarist pushed them against the front door and slipped his tongue inside the other man’s talented mouth. Their tongues moved gracefully against each other, licking and exploring; it felt carnal but simultaneously stripped of urgency; it felt right. Adam’s hands pulled Tommy’s body as close to his own as possible, holding on to him as he abandoned his mouth to kiss along his jaw to his ear, gently nipping at his earrings and then trailing his tongue back to the corner of his mouth. All these little noises coming from them both were inflicting more and more desire in Adam and that could be felt in the way he kissed Tommy next; he poured his soul into that kiss, all the feelings he suddenly developed for the blond man were intertwined into it and when they pulled apart all Tommy could think was “wow”.
Both of them were breathing heavily, their noses almost touching; they teased each other with little kisses and licks on the lips… It was so intimate in a way that was far from the ordinary but it made Adam feel like he had spent an eternity with Tommy in his arms and he had yet just as much time with him. That was until he heard the doorbell ring indicating there was a car in front of the huge gate leading into his property. That was when Tommy stepped back away from him and leaned down to grab his guitar case while Adam let the car in; then he opened the front door and let the blond man walk out of his home.
“I had the best time.” Adam said with a genuine smile.
Tommy laughed, “You better clean that couch.”
“Unh, don’t remind me!” the singer rolled his eyes.
They watched at the taxi pulled up in front of them.
“Bye, Adam.”
“Bye, Tommy.”
As Adam waited at the door watching the cab drive away all he could think of was that he would definitely be calling Tommy for his services again.
The END
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