Glamberts Big Bang Chapter 10

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Title/Chapter: Kiss Away the Pain (10/16+Epilogue)
Author: amanda: jaclyn’s twin sister
Beta: mindchnger 
Artists: peculiar_mind / gargoyles42 /
Fandom: American Idol
Pairing: Adam Lambert / OFC [Luxe]
Rating: Hard R
P.O.V.: First Person, OFC: Luxe
Warning: Sexual Situations, some strong language
Word Count: 2,995
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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 overcome her fears and help herself?

Jackson is arrested, arraigned and not allowed bail. The DA’s office wanted me to get further along on the tour and further away from where Jackson was being held. It’s been two weeks and there’s been absolutely no sign of him; not at the venues and not at any of our stops along the way. I’ve become less and less afraid that he’s going to pop up somewhere, having faith in our justice system.

Tomorrow is our first day off in quite a while. We have nothing to do, no interviews, photo shoots or performances and I’ve decided that with so much of my anxiety gone, that I want to try to… be with Adam again. I’ve also decided that I’ll tell him tonight that I want to spend all day tomorrow locked in our room together.

When he comes out of the bathroom, fresh faced and showered, I can only smile at his freckly face. “What?” he asks.

I shrug. “Nothing. I just really like your freckles,” I tell him.

Adam rolls his eyes and climbs up on the bed with me. “Why does everyone like my freckles so much? I hate them,” he says.

I reach out with a fingertip and trace a line from freckle to freckle, playing my own little version of Adam connect the dots. “You’re beautiful,” I tell him. “With or without the makeup.” I let my finger glide down to the freckle on his lip. “This one’s my favorite.” Then I lean in, kissing the beauty mark and gently nibbling on it.

Adam hums in his throat and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me close. “What’s this about?” he asks, his eyes shining.

I shrug, cuddling closer. “I just… I think I’m ready to try things again.”

“You… You are?” he asks, his eyebrows rising so high they disappear in to the fringe of inky black hair cutting across his forehead. I nod. “You know this time we’re going to take things so much slower than last time, right?”

I nod again. “Of course. Besides, that’s what I want too,” I tell him. “I want to take things slow. I don’t care if we don’t get past kissing and touching through clothes.”

“Me either,” he murmurs quietly.

“Really?” I ask, leaning back to look at him.

Adam nods. “Of course. I just want you to be comfortable,” he answers. “I want this to be a pleasurable experience for you. One that makes you want to try to go further, not regress.”

I nod in agreement. “I was thinking that maybe instead of going out with the others tomorrow, we could stay in?” I suggest.

Adam grins wickedly. “Are you trying to say you want to stay locked in our room in bed all day on our day off?” He waggles his eyebrows at me and I can’t help laughing.

“Yes, of course. What better way to take things slow when we’ve got all day and night?” I say with a grin.

Adam’s smile turns soft and he strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers. “I like the sound of that,” he replies. “But you have to promise me something.”

I make a face. “What’s that?”

“You have to promise that at any hint of anxiety or fear, no matter how small it is, you tell me to stop,” he says. “Once you say the word, I’ll stop, no matter what. Just promise me you’ll say it. Don’t force yourself to go further than you’re ready for. Okay?”

I nod. “Okay. I promise,” I tell him. “And seriously, I don’t want another reaction like last time.”

“Me either,” Adam replies quietly. “That’s why you have to let me know when something is freaking you out, no matter how small it is.”

“I promise, Adam,” I tell him again.

He smiles at me. “Good. Now lets get some sleep so we’ll be all rested for our big day.” I giggle as he turns out the bedside light. He lays back against the pillows and I curl in to his side. “Goodnight, Luxe,” he murmurs.

“Goodnight, Adam,” I whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The next morning I wake slowly, the sun coming in gently through the windows. I smile when I recognize the strong arms wrapped tightly around me. It’s like he’s always trying to protect me, even in his sleep. I think I kind of like that.

Okay, so I like it more than kind of.

I turn over in Adam’s arms to face him. He’s got this soft expression of peace on his sleeping face that makes him look almost childlike. I decide the best way to interrupt this peace is by gentle pecks to his mouth, which makes the corners turn up in a little smile. “Come ‘ere,” he murmurs in a voice rough from singing all night and sleep. He cups my face in his large freckled hands and pulls me in for a real kiss; lips to lips, tongues gently lapping.

I bring the kiss to a gentle peck, smiling at his shining blue eyes. “Morning,” I whisper.

“Good morning indeed,” he replies quietly, moving on to his back. I follow him, curling up on his chest, listening to his heart beat in a soothing rhythm.

After a few moments of peaceful silence Adam speaks up. “Can we talk?” he asks.

I nod. “Sure, what about?”

“About today,” he answers.

I prop myself up on my elbow to look at him. “What about today?” I don’t think I like where this is going.

“Just…” He sighs. “I’m a little bit nervous about today.”

“You are?” I ask in surprise, and relief. He nods, looking away from me. I touch his chin, gently guiding his face back to mine. “What are you nervous about?”

“I’m scared that I’ll do something to freak you out like last time,” he answers quietly.

“Well, we can set some rules if you’d like,” I tell him. “I can list the kinds of things I know for sure will freak me out. I mean, there’s always a chance that there are things that will be triggering that I don’t know about so that’s where taking it slow comes in.”

“You have a list?” Adam asks.

“Well, I mean, kind of,” I say with a shrug.

“Okay, so what’s this list?”

“Well you already know not to grab my wrists,” I tell him. The raven-haired singer nods. “Also, don’t keep me from being able to move out from under you. Being pinned down makes me feel trapped.”

Adam nods again. “Okay, what else?”

“Um… No biting. I mean, like, nibbling is okay, but no actual biting, no digging your teeth in,” I tell him. “No brutal pinching, twisting, or tugging on my nipples. No hair pulling whatsoever. That’s a big one.”

Adam nods. “Okay, no hair pulling. Got it. What else?”

“The only other thing I can think of is, if you don’t know if it’s okay to do, just ask,” I say with a shrug. “It’ll probably be a little awkward, but I mean, first times for most people are, right?”

My raven-haired best friend nods in agreement. “Especially for me,” he replies. “I’ve never done it with a girl. At least you know what to expect.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s not so different from anal sex except for, ya know, different entrance and not so much of the prep,” I tell him.

Adam laughs. “What would you know about prepping for anal sex?” I lower my eyes to his freckled chest. I can feel my cheeks burning with shame and embarrassment. “Oh,” Adam says softly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. Was he… Was he good to you? I mean, he wasn’t rough, was he?”

I shake my head and wipe away a tear. “No, but he had to talk me into it. I didn’t really want to do it, but he was going to have his way whether I liked it or not. I figured fighting would make it worse in this instance. I’ve always heard how painful it can be the first time so I really didn’t want my body to be resisting during something that could, literally, tear me apart.” I shrug. “So I relaxed as much as I could and just let him do it. I hate to say it, but he was gentle and loving and it only hurt a little. But I still didn’t want it.”

Adam pulls me in then for a tight hug. “I’m so sorry,” he murmurs. “We don’t ever have to do that. Not ever. Okay?” I nod. “Do you believe me?”

“Of course,” I whisper. “Just like you’d do anything for me, I know you’d do the opposite too: not doing something in order to take care of me.”

“It’s true,” Adam agrees quietly. There’s a beat of silence. “Why don’t you get showered while I order us some breakfast, yeah?”

I nod. “Okay. Sounds like a plan.”

“Do you have anything in mind for food?” he asks, picking up the room service menu.

“French toast,” I answer. “And bacon. Other than that you can order whatever.”

Adam grins at me. “Sounds good.” I smile back at him then gather up my necessities for my shower.

After a relaxing shower and a large, yummy breakfast, Adam and I settle down to watch some TV. I think we’re both nervous about what we’ve planned to do. Hopefully we’ll relax after a few shows and we can get on to business.

I look at the clock after what feels like an eternity but has only been an hour and a half of TV watching. “Are you going to make the first move or what?” I ask my friend impatiently.

Adam looks at me, eyes wide, jaw dropped. “I… I was waiting for you to be ready,” he stutters.

“I’ve been ready since Ellen finished her monologue,” I reply.

Adam licks his lips. “I… Okay,” he says. He reaches out to stroke my cheek lightly, just staring in to my eyes, blue to green. Then he leans in, kissing me softly. I moan quietly, tasting the sugary goodness of syrup that still lingers on his lips. I wrap my arms around his waist and tug him on top of me as I scoot down to lay on the bed.

Adam presses my body in to the mattress, licking in to my mouth with little kitten licks. It’s kind of strange, but the weight of him on top of me isn’t frightening, it’s comforting. It makes me feel safe like his body is shielding me from all the evil in the world. I pull him tighter to my body, tangling our legs together, my fingers moving through his midnight black hair. He rubs my side gently through my t-shirt, a loving sort of gesture which is then accompanied by him murmuring the words against my lips. I whisper the sentiment back, nibbling gently on that favorite freckle of mine making my beautiful song bird moan.

Things begin to get heated and I drag Adam’s shirt off over his head, letting my hands trace over the miles of freckles on his baby soft skin. Then I pull his face back down to mine, kissing him hungrily, breathing heavily through my nose. His fingers begin to slide under my shirt, but then he stops and pulls back to look at me. He raises a questioning eyebrow at me. “I’m not going to take it off,” he informs me. “I just want to touch your skin.”

I nod, feeling breathless. “’Course. Go ahead,” I tell him wanting so badly for him to just peel off my shirt and bra, needing to feel his skin against mine. But we really do have all day and night for this to happen. I’ll let him go with this pace for now.

Adam presses his open mouth back to mine, his hands sliding under my shirt. I moan helplessly at the feeling of his large hands skimming up and down my sides. I wriggle a little at the pleasure, aching to feel more, which suddenly happens when my hips shift with my little wiggles. Adam moans as my hips come in contact with his and I can feel how aroused he is. His arousal just spurs mine on, making me reach between us and rub the bulge tenting his sleep pants.

“Oh,” he sighs against my lips.

“You like that?” I murmur breathlessly, pressing harder against his erection as I palm it.

Adam buries his face in my neck, panting, his hips thrusting against my hand. I curl my fingers around him through the thin cotton and stroke up and down. The older man whimpers against my neck, nipping at the pulse point there. I moan, tipping my head to the side to give him better access. He takes the opportunity to lick, suck and nibble at my sensitive flesh, continuing to pump himself against my hand.

All too soon this isn’t enough for me. I want to feel his rock hard silky heated skin moving through the circle of my fingers. So I slide my hand into his sleep pants, gripping his stiff rod in my hand. Adam moans in surprise. “You don’t have to do this,” he pants against my skin.

“Yeah. I do,” I tell him. “If I don’t, I might go crazy.” The older man chuckles, the end of it turning into a whimper as I twist my wrist.

“Shit,” he mutters nibbling my earlobe. “So good… Don’t stop.”

“Couldn’t stop if I wanted to,” I reply, pulling his face back to mine, kissing him hungrily. He moans into my mouth as I stroke his length up and down, my thumb swiping against the tip, spreading the little droplets of pleasure along his erection helping me to slide a little more easily.

My hand slides up and down, over and over as we kiss hot and hard, licking and nipping, all tongues and teeth. But soon Adam breaks the kiss, burying his face in my neck. “So close,” he murmurs.

I stroke him a few more times, squeezing in all the right places from the sound of it. Then say, “Cum for me.”

Adam shakes his head. “No, not yet. Please. A little longer.”

I chuckle under my breath and give a sharp twist of my wrist. “Just let go, baby, cum for me.” And he does.

Once I’ve licked my hand clean of his seed, Adam, still panting, pulls me in for a kiss, sliding his tongue in my mouth. The pink muscle doesn’t miss a nook or cranny as if he’s trying to seek out any last bit of his cum that he can find. But then my phone rings and we pull back to look at each other. “At least see who it is,” Adam says. “I need a second to recover.” I grin at him and reach for the phone on the night stand.

The number on the caller ID is oddly familiar, but I can’t seem to place it. There’s a nagging feeling in my gut that this is an important call and I need to answer it. Adam is always saying to go with my gut, told me that’s how I made it to the top four on Idol. Listening to his advice once more, I answer the ringing phone. “Hello?”

“Miss Tobin?” a gruff voice asks.

“Yes, this is she. Who’s this?” I answer.

“Miss Tobin, this is Officer McNally,” he says. The name makes my blood run cold. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this, but Jackson has been released from the jail.” I gasp, my hand going over my mouth. “I kept an eye on him while he was in town, but now he’s nowhere to be found. I wanted to warn you, I think he may be coming for you.”

There’s a long moment of silence in which neither of us speak. But Officer McNally breaks it. “Miss Tobin, are you still with me?” he asks.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“You need to alert your tour manager. They’re going to want to amp up the security,” he tells me.

I nod. “Yes, okay. I’ll do that.”

“I’m sorry we couldn’t hold him any longer. I’ll call you when I have more information,” the officer says.

“O.. okay,” I reply. “Thank you for calling.” Then we hang up without so much as a goodbye.

When I look over at Adam he’s staring at me curiously. “What’s up?” he asks. “Who was that?”

All I can utter is, “Jackson got out.” Adam leaps at me then, throwing his arms around me and pulling me tightly to his chest. The shock begins to wear off right then and I begin to sob, hard. Adam takes my phone from me and calls Baize, telling him that Jackson has been let loose. He hangs up a moment later, hugging me tighter.

“Baize says he’ll make all the calls to management and the security team,” the older man says. “He’s going to suggest adding a lot more security at the venues and such. But he also wants to get a couple more handlers for us. He wants there to be at least five guys surrounding you and me whenever we’re in public.”

All I can do is nod. I’m so scared. I bet I’ve really pissed Jackson off. I know he’s coming for me and I know he’s going to try his damnedest to get to me. I’m just scared of what he’ll do if he does. Last time wasn’t all that bad, I got away without a scratch, just a punch to the kidney. But I’m sure this time will be much, much worse. I know what he’s like when he’s mad and it’s not a pretty sight. All I can do is cry, shaking with sobs, until I fall asleep.