Glamberts Big Bang Chapter Three

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Title/Chapter: Kiss Away the Pain (03/16+Epilogue)

Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Beta: mindchnger 
Artists: peculiar_mind / gargoyles42 /
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert / OFC [Luxe]
Rating: R (to be safe because of the warning)
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC: Luxe
Warning: Talk of knife play.
Word Count: 1,285
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Summary: Luxe and Adam have been best friends since Hollywood Week, but now that tour rehearsals have begun, Adam is finding out things he'd never know about his friend. Things that no one should have to go through. Can Adam be her Knight in Shining Armor? Or will he be the support Luxe needs to help herself?

The phone ringing wakes me up. I groan and shove my head under a pillow trying to drown the sound out until my roommate can answer it. He finally does on the third ring. His voice is muffled to my ears that are hidden beneath my pillow. I hear him hang up and then the rustle of bed sheets as he untangles himself from them. As I hear him make his way around his bed, I imagine he’s going to the bathroom to hop in the shower. But I know I’m wrong when the mattress sinks beside me.

Adam’s hand moves warmly up and down my back in a very soothing manner. “Hey, Sweet Pea, it’s time to get up,” he says in a gentle voice. I groan and stuff my head further under the pillow. I really don’t want to get out of bed just yet, I’m still tired from yesterday’s rehearsal.

Adam rubs my back a few more times and then leans down, kissing the back of my neck. When he pulls away, so does the pillow. I whine and kick my legs a little. “Adam!”

“Sorry, babe, but you gotta get up,” he tells me. “We’ve got to get ready and meet Kris and Ali for breakfast. Then we’ve got a long day of rehearsal.”

I groan. “Don’t remind me. I’m still tuckered out from yesterday.”

Adam giggles. “Tuckered out?”

I slap him in the leg with the back of my hand. “Shuddup,” I mutter and turn my face in the other direction.

“Aw, don’t be like that,” he says rubbing my back. He prods at me until I finally roll over on to my side to face him. He scoots down the bed, laying on his side also. He smiles at me, his blue eyes sparkling. “Good morning,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back from my face. His gentle touch sends a shiver down my spine.

“Morning,” I whisper.

“How’d you sleep?” my best friend asks.

“Like a rock,” I reply with a yawn.

“No nightmares then?” he asks. I shake my head. “Good. I was a little worried that what happened last night might trigger some.” He shrugs one shoulder, biting at his lower lip.

I reach out and run my fingers through his messy raven-colored hair. “No need to worry,” I tell him. “I didn’t wake up at all last night and there were no bad dreams. I don’t even remember dreaming so it’s all good.” I give him a soft smile and he smiles back.

“Okay. If you’re sure,” he says.

“I am sure,” I reply. “Now um, can I get a good morning kiss?”

Adam chuckles lightly. “Of course. Shoulda just done that in the first place. Bet it would’ve woken you up a lot easier.”

I laugh. “Probably. Now what are you waiting for?” My best friend grins, then leans in, pressing his lips gently to mine. I moan quietly, letting my eyes slide close as my hand weaves in to his dark locks. He licks lovingly at my tongue for a moment, then slowly pulls away.

I sigh and murmur quietly, “I love you.”

Adam rubs his nose against mine in an Eskimo kiss. “Love you too,” he whispers. There’s a beat of silence. “Now get your ass in the shower!” he says, playfully slapping said ass. I squeak, making him laugh. I try to dive back under the covers in an effort to not get out of the bed, but my roommate pulls the blankets off of me. I whine and flail around a little before huffing and, with a glare thrown in Adam’s direction, get up from the bed. I gather up my toiletries and some clothes, then head to the bathroom.

I take a quick shower and blow dry my hair, pulling it back in to a messy ponytail. When I’ve got most of my clothes on, Adam knocks on the door. “I’ll be out in a minute!” I call to him. But then the door opens. “Adam!” I exclaim.

“What?” he asks moving over to hop up on the counter.

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t say, Come in. I said, I’ll be out in a minute. There’s a difference ya know.” I look up at him, but he’s not paying attention. He’s staring very hard a spot on my lower body. I don’t even have to look to know what he’s staring at. “You can ask about it if you want,” I tell him.

Adam looks up at me, clearly startled. “What?”

“If you want to ask about the scar, you can,” I repeat.

Adam blushes and looks away for a second, then back at me. “So um, how’d you get it?” he asks.

I look down, my fingertips tracing over the long scar that starts at the point of my hip bone and disappears below the waist band of my panties. “Jackson,” I whisper. I look up back at Adam. “He uh, he wanted to try knife play,” I tell him. “He wanted me to cut him. But when I refused to, he slashed me. It took twenty-five stitches to close it.”

Adam hops down off the counter and comes to stand in front of me. He puts his hands on my hips and kneels down. He lowers the waist of my underwear until he can see where the scar enters the course hair between my legs. He licks a stripe from that place all the way up the scar where it starts at the hip. Then he works his way back down with a trail of kisses. He fingers it gently and whispers, “Why didn’t I notice this last night? I saw you with less clothes on then.”

“Because the panties I was wearing last night weren’t bikini cut,” I explain. “They covered it up.” I shrug, tears springing to my eyes when he begins to kiss a trail along the white line again. “Adam,” I whisper, tugging lightly at his hair. He looks up at me with those baby blues, making the tears spill over on to my face.

The raven-haired singer slowly stands and wipes the tears off my cheeks with his fingertips. Then he pulls me against him, hugging me tightly. I wrap my arms around his waist, squeezing him hard as I bury my face in his naked chest, my tears dripping on to his freckled skin. “It’s over,” he murmurs. “He can’t hurt you anymore. I’m here now and I’ll never hurt you.” I nod against him, keeping my face hidden. My friend leans down, kissing the top of my head. “I love you,” he whispers in to my hair.

“Love you too,” I reply quietly. I stay locked in his safe embrace for a few more minutes. Then I give him an extra tight squeeze before stepping back. I wipe my face on the back of my hands and pick up my yoga pants and pull them on. When I turn back towards Adam, he’s frowning. “What?” I ask with a sniffle, wiping at my face again.

“Nothing,” he murmurs. “Just… are you okay now?”

I nod and give him another hug. “You make everything okay,” I tell him softly.

“Do I?” he asks. I nod again. “I just want to make you happy,” he murmurs.

I tilt my head back to smile up at him. “You do,” I assure him making the frown disappear from his beautifully freckled face. I lean up on my toes and kiss him lightly. “The shower’s all yours,” I tell him.

He smiles. “Thanks.” Then I exit the bathroom to check my email and wait for him to get ready, my stomach already rumbling for breakfast.