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Chapter Ninteen

HIGH CONTENT ALERT FOR THIS CHAPTER

Adam's POV:

It's New Years Eve already; Christmas flew by too quickly. I have to admit, though, it was one of the best Christmases I have ever had just because Tommy was there to spend it with me. We called our families to wish them a Merry Christmas early in the morning, then started exchanging gifts. Tommy had bought me a brand new microphone for our tours that was compatible with anything having a speaker, and was covered in glitter. At the bottom of the mic, there were two engravings: one said "Adam Lambert," and the other said "I love you." Tommy was more than amazing and I couldn't believe that he was mine even now.

Though that gift was pretty extravagant, I outdid him by far.

A house. I bought him a house.

Earlier in December, I had escaped the hotel to meet with Emily and find a house out Sartell (just outside St. Cloud where the houses are newly built and very nicely furnished. When we found the right one, I had furniture shipped to it right after I bought it. Tommy and I would be moving into the place in less than a week. It honestly was perfect; it had two bathrooms, two bedrooms, a huge kitchen, a basement, and an upstairs. Not to mention a huge backyard. Maybe we could get a dog or a cat, too! I know that Tommy adores kittens...

Anyways, it was New Years. Tommy and I didn't really have many plans for the night so I ran to the liquor store and picked up a couple cases of beer and some expensive wine to celebrate with at midnight. I also picked up a few different snacks to pick at throughout the night. I didn't really know what to get so I just picked up whatever Tyson offered as "party foods." Around six that night, we decided to crack open the case of beer when Tommy suggested a competition.

"Whoever can chug the most beer in five minutes gets to do whatever he wants to the other person. Deal?"

Tommy happily purposed, and suddenly I was a lot more interested in this deal.

"Alright, sounds good," I agreed, giving him his own case of beer as I opened my case.

"Ready....set...GO!" Tommy counted off, and the chugging began. I quickly downed the first beer in under a minute and thought this will be a piece of cake. Tommy better be prepared for me. That was until I saw that Tommy had downed more than I had, and I started to panic.

Five minutes came and went, and Tommy had finished his case (just so you know they were six packs, in case you're unfamiliar with beer), and had one of mine, meaning I had lost. I only got four down, my stomach lurching at the beer almost every time I drank it. I didn't really care that I had lost, not until I realized that Tommy had won. I didn't know whether or not to be afraid, but the devilish gleam in his beautiful eyes indicated something that I couldn't imagine.

"So the great Adam Lambert lost to his pretty kitty," Tommy purred, stepping slowly towards me, pushing me playfully onto the bed. "Looks like I have him all to myself..."

I propped myself up on my elbows as Tommy climbed on top of me, clawing at my shirt, nipping at my ear. "Oh, whatever shall I do with poor, little Adam..." He ran a hand up under my shirt, rubbing gently all over. Soon enough, my shirt was off and Tommy's tongue was caressing mine, waiting for me to fully submit so he could take the role as the dominant one. He kissed up and down my jaw, pulling at my hair and stroking my chest.

"Adam..." Tommy panted. "Pants. Off."

I laughed at the need in his voice and obeyed his command, letting him pounce onto me once the deed was done. Our lips met, but just briefly before his attention was turned to my dick. I was rock solid and Tommy had probably planned out what was going to happen next, according to his eyes and actions. He gripped me tightly, making my vision go white around the edges, and pumped extremely slowly, nearly making me scream with frustration and pure bliss. The pumping accelerated and just when I thought I was going to come, he stopped. I fell back on the bed, trying to catch my breath, all until his mouth curled around me. His tongue was so unbelievably dirty and did things to me that I couldn't ever imagine. Soon I was painting, moaning, and muffling