Cuckoo (Sequel to Outlaws Of Love)

Twenty

*Tommy's POV*

"You know," I whispered with a certain rumble to my voice, the one Adam's told me he loves, "technically since you're eighteen now, and I'm only seventeen, this is illegal." He stopped biting my collarbone and quirked an eyebrow at me.

"You know," he mimicked my tone, but my, my, my was his sexy; "that's kind of hot." I giggled for a few seconds before he pulled me back down.

The bell rang loudly and muffled again through the shut door. Adam's lips paused on mine until it stopped, then continued with their constant pampering. I wasn't the one to protest such a thing, so I went on with feeling under his shirt up and down his chest. At some point I had turned us so that Adam was beneath me and I was sitting on his stomach. His hands rested and shifted every now and then on my thighs. His palms were warm but his kisses were hotter.

 There was only one other time where I remember feeling this perfect and jittery with nervous excitement.

Oh god... Just thinking about making love with Adam is just something I can't describe.

 It was like floating through the air like a feather with no cares or worries on a summer day with millions of tiny hearts showering my skin with kisses. And it felt so good. It didn't matter if we'd never done it before because at that moment in time everything was right. Which was kind of what I was feeling now.

He bit down gently on my bottom lip and ran his tongue across it, making me shiver. Again, our time was disrupted but now it was from a single speaker hooked up in Adam's room. He didn't release his clamp on my mouth until what they said was over.

"Adam Lambert, to the therapy hallway," the grungy female voice said and then there was a click.

I pulled back and my lip smacked back to place. He smirked and dragged his thumb over it before putting a piece of hair behind my ear. His chest heaved up and down slightly and his face was beet-red. I was probably just a blonder, smaller version of that. His eyes glanced behind me for a split second and sighed.

"I wonder if that's a woman or man behind that camera," he stated with slight irritation. He appeared more amused than anything, though.

I turned backwards and noticed a light was right under the lens, signalizing that it was on and working. I looked back at him and shrugged, sliding back to grind my hips into his for a few seconds. Adam's squeezed his eyes shut and held back a noise. I giggled and swung myself off him and the bed so I was kneeling on the ground.

"I wonder what they thought of that," I teased, resting my head next to his. A moment later he came to his senses and rolled to his side, giving me a playful glare.

"Me too," he mumbled, falling on top of me.

"Hey!" I laughed, pushing his shoulders up to get some of the dead weight off of me. He used to do that when he didn't want to get up on the weekends and I happened to still be in bed trying to get him to move.

"I don't wanna get up," he whined like a child, spreading himself out all over me. I raised an eyebrow.

"Would you rather have someone walk in here and get you like this?" I retaliated, trying to fix his hair as much as I could. Currently it was a wild mess coming out in all different directions. Mine was pretty close to that, but did I get any help? No.

He made a grumble of protest, but he did start to get up, being careful not to crush me. He pecked me before standing up and letting me grab his hand to rise to my feet. Okay, so maybe he was brushing out my hair with his fingers now but he wasn't before!

"God, you're so cute," Adam whispered softly, trailing the back of his hand down my cheek.

I felt my face get even hotter, if that was possible. He smiled and fixed my sweatshirt (which, of course, was just his on my body), especially to cover the red marks and soon-to-be hickeys, and smoothed down my locks before doing the same to himself. He pulled me to his side with an arm around my waist to leave the room.