Chapter 5
The shortest night he ever had was made the best by the fact that he was sleeping with the most beautiful man in the world on his chest. It was the first time in a long while since Adam hadn't woken up in the middle of the night with dreams of cameras flashing in his face, half-covered faces snapping pictures of him without knowing but not this night, the first night Bill and him spent with one another. It was perfect.
Adam opened his eyes and closed them, blinded by the sun. The air was still chilly from last night. He wanted to go back to sleep, he didn't want the night to end, but he felt Bill stirring. The younger man pushed himself slowly up and off Adam's chest so he could look at Adam properly. Yes it was Adam. It was Adam Lambert.
"Morning, love." Adam slid himself up so he could lean his back on the wall of his bunk and kissed his lover on the lips. He was about to pull away when Bill leaned in even closer, and smiled into the kiss.
"Not yet, I want to continue from last night”. Adam wasted no time in letting his freckled arms snake around Bill's waist, gentle at first, helping him climb up Adam's torso so he was an inch or two above Adam. He caressed Bill’s warm body slowly, feeling his curves underneath his shirt, while not breaking the kiss. Bill's lips moved apart, his tongue begging for entrance. Their mouths locked and re-locked, never completely leaving one another before Bill eventually slid his tongue into Adam's pleading mouth.
He could feel Bill's tongue ring brush against his lower lip as he explored his mouth, sliding over his teeth before meeting Adam's own tongue. The feeling of cold metal against his teeth was not something Adam was used to, but it was not unpleasant either. He lifted Bill's shirt up slightly and traced the line of his hip to his belt buckle, paying extra attention to the marks the star tattoo left on his soft skin before reaching to undo his jeans.
Bill felt Adam fumbling with his belt and leaned back, pausing to do it by himself. Adam threw it to the floor, along with both their shirts. The jewelry Adam still had on from the show was cold from the air, and was like ice on both their skin. No one had bothered to turn on the heater. Bill reached back and took them off, letting it fall on Adam's lap while he buried his hands in Adam's hair and pulled him as close as they could possibly get.
Adam nudged Bill over so he could be on top, and reached for his belt from the floor. He knew how to work it now, and strapped Bill's wrists behind his back to subdue him so he could have the young frontman all to himself. Adam shifted his lips downwards to cover Bill’s neck with hickeys, stopping only once to listen to the restrained singer moaning softly, and moved his finger down Bill's chest and stomach, tracing the line he made with his mouth. He followed the wet trail back up again to stare at his lover’s eyes, now dark pools of chocolate and whispered into his ear,
"I really want you, Bill."
He shivered as Adam’s warm breath touched his skin and replied in short gasps.
“So do I, Adam,”
Adam opened his eyes and closed them, blinded by the sun. The air was still chilly from last night. He wanted to go back to sleep, he didn't want the night to end, but he felt Bill stirring. The younger man pushed himself slowly up and off Adam's chest so he could look at Adam properly. Yes it was Adam. It was Adam Lambert.
"Morning, love." Adam slid himself up so he could lean his back on the wall of his bunk and kissed his lover on the lips. He was about to pull away when Bill leaned in even closer, and smiled into the kiss.
"Not yet, I want to continue from last night”. Adam wasted no time in letting his freckled arms snake around Bill's waist, gentle at first, helping him climb up Adam's torso so he was an inch or two above Adam. He caressed Bill’s warm body slowly, feeling his curves underneath his shirt, while not breaking the kiss. Bill's lips moved apart, his tongue begging for entrance. Their mouths locked and re-locked, never completely leaving one another before Bill eventually slid his tongue into Adam's pleading mouth.
He could feel Bill's tongue ring brush against his lower lip as he explored his mouth, sliding over his teeth before meeting Adam's own tongue. The feeling of cold metal against his teeth was not something Adam was used to, but it was not unpleasant either. He lifted Bill's shirt up slightly and traced the line of his hip to his belt buckle, paying extra attention to the marks the star tattoo left on his soft skin before reaching to undo his jeans.
Bill felt Adam fumbling with his belt and leaned back, pausing to do it by himself. Adam threw it to the floor, along with both their shirts. The jewelry Adam still had on from the show was cold from the air, and was like ice on both their skin. No one had bothered to turn on the heater. Bill reached back and took them off, letting it fall on Adam's lap while he buried his hands in Adam's hair and pulled him as close as they could possibly get.
Adam nudged Bill over so he could be on top, and reached for his belt from the floor. He knew how to work it now, and strapped Bill's wrists behind his back to subdue him so he could have the young frontman all to himself. Adam shifted his lips downwards to cover Bill’s neck with hickeys, stopping only once to listen to the restrained singer moaning softly, and moved his finger down Bill's chest and stomach, tracing the line he made with his mouth. He followed the wet trail back up again to stare at his lover’s eyes, now dark pools of chocolate and whispered into his ear,
"I really want you, Bill."
He shivered as Adam’s warm breath touched his skin and replied in short gasps.
“So do I, Adam,”
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