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Aug. 12th, 2010 12:57 am (UTC)
Tommy/Adam, watersports. Somebody pees on someone else's face, I don't care who does what. No drinking.
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:13 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 1/??
Formatting is deliberate. Just saying.

It reminds him a little of his high school changing room, except for the part where the guys looking at his ass have no towels in hand to deliver a rattail the second he reaches for his locker. Also the part where the changing rooms had no beds or condoms. It doesn't smell like old socks or somebody’s cheap body wash, either, so maybe it's only because he's naked—and self-conscious in spite of the couple of appreciative glances he's picked up—that it reminds him of that particular room from hell. That and the drains in the floor, he's guessing.

Troy was supposed to come with him, but Adam pretty quickly got ditched when Troy saw some guy he liked, so now Adam's wandering from room to room feeling like a stereotypical ignorant American asshole whenever someone asks him a question he doesn't understand and he has to answer with “Do you speak English?” If somebody would just ask him “de donde está?” he could answer them, but apparently this is the one place in Berlin where nobody speaks anything but German.

He finally grabs a towel from the shower room to wrap around his waist so he can sit in one of the few areas that isn't full of men doing all kinds of interesting things Adam never heard described in his sex ed class, and it isn't long before a tall man with a hand-rolled cigarette sits down next to him and asks him a question. Adam doesn't understand a word, but the man holds out his cigarette, and Adam shakes his head.

“I don't smoke,” he says, but before he can try to apologise for his lack of German (“Tut mir leid” is the one phrase he picked up fast) the man leans over and speaks directly into his ear in an accented voice that kind of makes Adam want to shiver.

“It is not a cigarette,” the man tells him, still offering it, and finally Adam takes it and takes a drag—his lungs will hate him for it in forty years, but in forty years it'll be okay if he sounds like one of those old-guy baritones and he doesn't really believe in sixty yet anyway—waiting for the coughing fit that's sure to follow and doesn't. Instead he feels sort of like the strings that've been holding him up since he woke up for rehearsal with a monumental hangover have all been cut, and when the guy rubs Adam's back between his shoulderblades he leans into the hand instead of pulling away in shock.

“You should go back in, American boy,” the man suggests, and Adam decides not to bother with the explanation of how he was supposed to be here with a castmate just to look around because the plans he has for what remains of his virginity don't involve losing it in a one-night-stand in a sex club and instead of looking and leaving he got ditched by the castmate. Instead he nods and goes, sure he probably looks like he's never sucked someone off in his life and resisting the urge to tell the guy he has, and heads back into the heart of this weird conglomeration of rooms and curtains and glory holes and television monitors that would make Adam incredibly paranoid if he were actually doing anything but watching tonight.

He's passing one of those curtains that don't really hide a damned thing when he hears the kind of moan he associates with really good kissing, and since he can always use a couple of pointers, he peeks beyond the curtain into the not-really-screened-off area where there are indeed two men kissing passionately in the middle of the floor.

They came here as a couple; Adam's not sure how he can tell, unless maybe it's the way the taller one's hand is resting in the small of the shorter one's back instead of against his ass, or maybe how they're leaning against each other. Whatever it is, whatever vibe they're giving off or whatever energy is surrounding them to make him believe that, it's got Adam spellbound. There's one thing he can definitely say he likes about this place: if he's watching somebody, it's because they want to be watched, not because they need to eat, and yeah, that's pretty hot.
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:19 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 1/??
Oct. 2nd, 2010 08:34 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 2/??
The kiss breaks—for breath, Adam guesses, when you really get into it the oxygen you can get through your nose just isn't enough—and Adam sees them both glance in his direction, maybe both laughing a little inside at the not-exactly-virginal American boy staring in at them and probably looking like he just fell off the high-school bandwagon. Then they go back to looking at each other before kissing again, and when Adam sees that look he's sure—they're a couple, not a hookup.

He watches as the smaller of the two slips to his knees, and Adam's about to move on when the taller one takes a step back and that's not particularly conducive to getting head, so he stays to see what's going on, instead.

At first he's shocked—horrified—when the taller one takes his unerect cock in hand and a thin stream of bright yellow liquid catches the shorter one just under his chin. Then the shorter one relaxes completely as it spreads over his chest and face and neck, and as the remains trickle off into the floor drain the taller one gets to his knees beside the shorter one and wipes his face clean with a convenient washcloth, and when they kiss again, passionate and loving and caring and all the things a really good kiss should be, Adam's pretty sure he's never been so hard in his life.

“And you're telling me this story why, again?” Tommy asks, looking down at Adam's head in his lap. “Or should I be asking 'how many beers are telling this story, again'?”

Adam makes a swipe for the joint in Tommy's mouth. “Because it was cool,” he protests, and if the T in “it” is almost completely slurred out, well, Tommy's “this” is missing a couple of letters too. “It was like . . . it wasn't about feeling bad or anything, it was sharing everything with each other.”

“It was piss,” Tommy protests. Adam takes a hit off the joint.

“Which is mostly nitrogen and that shit makes plants grow like crazy,” he contributes. “I looked it up online. And since energy travels with anything that gives life—“

“If you try to tell me pissing on someone is like inducting them into the Mother Earth Club or some shit I'm going to laugh at you, just so you know,” Tommy interrupts.

“Maybe to you it's not,” Adam says, trying to sit up and swaying on the bed as only the very sick or very drunk can. “But it's like. Elemental. You're taking what society says you should never do and saying 'fuck it, I'm sharing it with somebody I care about.' That's pretty fucking deep, Tommy Joe.”

“And you're probably the only person on earth who gets that out of pissing in someone's face,” Tommy tells him. Then he flops back against Adam's pillows. “Shit.”

“Can't walk?”

“Can't even sit. How does the big fucking rockstar feel about sharing his hotel room?”

“How does the hot fucking bassist feel about everyone thinking he's taking the walk of shame tomorrow?”

“Tonight, tomorrow, what's a few hours?”

Adam stretches and flops back on the pillows next to him. “I dunno if I have anything that'll fit you.”

Tommy snorts. “We're not in middle school, god. Unless you think your hormones can't handle me in shorts.”

“And here I had you pegged for a thong, Tommy Joe.”

Tommy swats at him and misses by a wide margin. “Asshole.”

“Sure,” Adam agrees, not even entirely sure what he's agreeing to, and he stubs out what remains of the joint—he's sure he has a bobby pin somewhere he could use to finish it, but he doesn't really feel like getting up—before pulling down the covers and burrowing beneath, and he's out before he can even turn off the light.

As usual: More after sleep.
Oct. 2nd, 2010 08:39 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 2/??
Sleep is for the weak -_- ilu tho <3
Oct. 2nd, 2010 09:51 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 2/??
OMG, I love you and your Adam and Tommy.
Oct. 2nd, 2010 10:27 pm (UTC)
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Oct. 3rd, 2010 03:40 am (UTC)
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Yay! Loving it.
Oct. 3rd, 2010 06:35 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 3/??
Germany is colder than Adam remembers.

He's tramping between a museum and a coffee shop, thankful in a vague way that black trenchcoats are apparently in style in Germany and he can blend in, when he sees a flash of blonde from the corner of his eye and freezes. Then it resolves into a girl with flipped hair. She smiles briefly at him, and he's so relieved it isn't Tommy his return smile probably gives her entirely the wrong impression, if the way she blinks and leans over to giggle to the girl next to her is any indication.

Adam ducks into the coffee shop and uses what little German he remembers to order “eine Tasse kaffe, bitte,” then keeps an eye out through the front windows. He doesn't think Tommy knows where he went, but—

“Here's a revolutionary idea, take your own advice and go talk to him about whatever lovers' spat it is you two are having,” Monte's voice says from behind him, and Adam jumps.

“What are you doing here?”

“Followed you from the museum,” Monte says. “And don't tell me you weren't looking out the window for him, because I'm too tired for you trying to bullshit.”

“Yes, Neil,” Adam replies. Then he takes his coffee. “And we're not having a lovers' spat,” he says, using his free hand to make air quotes. “I've just kind of felt like having some time to myself lately. It's kind of weird being back here.” Back here where a lot of the storefronts have different shops in them and the name over a certain door is still the same, he could add but doesn't.

“Funny,” Monte tells him, as they leave the shop. “The way Tommy tells it, you said something he wouldn't repeat and when you sobered up the next morning you wouldn't talk to him.”

Adam feels a sudden stab of guilt. He's made some fast friendships before, but somehow he forgot what kind of loyalties two people could share after only a few short months in close company. Tommy has a few secrets about pain and a two-room apartment that never left the back of Adam's bus, and Adam's dared to sell him short by thinking Tommy might not offer him the same accepting silence.

Monte must be able to tell that, too, because he claps a hand on Adam's shoulder and squeezes it. “Don't stay alone too long, will you? It's always a short trip to Batshitland when you do.”

Adam nods and smiles a little. “I won't.”

“And I'm supposed to tell you Tommy listened to that CD you got in Frankfurt and you, uh . . . “ Monte stops and fishes a receipt out of his pocket and reads off the back. “'You do that meditation shit to the weirdest music ever invented, what the hell is industrial-techno-Gregorian anyway'.”

Adam starts laughing for the first time in three days. “He can complain about my industrial-techno-Gregorian shit when he stops listening to his trance-metal shit.”

“I don't think he was complaining. And you like his trance-metal shit.” Monte shoves his hands back in his pockets to get them out of the cold. “See you back at the hotel for dinner?”

Adam almost says no. Then he thinks about the girl who nearly gave him a heart attack in the middle of the street and asks himself if he really wants to spend the rest of the tour that way.



Adam's expecting to be cornered at dinner. What he isn't expecting is Tommy sitting in his room when he gets back, sitting on the couch so quietly Adam's out of his boots and gloves and halfway out of his coat before he even notices. Then he stops, because Tommy's sitting bolt upright with his hands beneath him, and if Adam's not much mistaken, he's been not just biting his lower lip but gnawing on it. He's been avoiding Tommy's company for a couple of days, but this attitude is new, and it bothers him.


“I know where you're going after the show tonight,” Tommy says, and Adam feels a bucket of ice cascade into his stomach. He's a perfectly legal adult with a valid ID (although most people these days ask to see his signature before they'll take it), but the way Tommy says it makes Adam feel like a kid trying to sneak in somewhere with his dad's cologne and older brother's car. Then Tommy shifts on his hands. One of them drifts up to his mouth, and he nibbles on the nail before visibly steeling himself. And then Adam forgets all about getting out of his coat.

“Take me with you."
Oct. 3rd, 2010 06:42 am (UTC)
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Oct. 3rd, 2010 06:51 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 3/??
OMG YAYZ *camps out and waits*
Oct. 3rd, 2010 08:56 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 4/??
At first Adam's convinced Tommy is joking. But Tommy isn't moving, he's just staring at Adam and letting his face say what he can't bring himself to demand aloud: say yes before I chicken out.

“Tommy, I—“ And there's not a whole lot he can say without insulting either Tommy's pride or his intelligence, so finally he settles for “Tommy, it's guys-only.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” Tommy answers. “That's why I don't want to go alone.” He shoots a defiant stare across the room at Adam. “If somebody decides to be a real asshole I can always tell them you're my boyfriend.”

Adam's still trying to think of some kind of response that isn't “but you're straight?” At last he picks “I didn't know you were into guys,” and that feels stupid as soon as he says it, but it's out and there's not a whole lot he can do about it.

“I still don't,” Tommy answers, and before too long his fingernail's going to start bleeding if he keeps that up. “But we're never going to see any of these people again and you're the one who's all about commitment and still going to a sex club.”

Adam considers pointing out he goes to watch and then doesn't bother. Tommy doesn't need to know every last thing there is to know about Adam's sex life. He's still trying to get his brain around the idea of his bassist trying gay—well, bi—when someone bangs on the door, and both of them jump.

“Hey, jerkface!” Neil calls through the door. “Get your ass down to dinner or I'm telling Mom about that time you took my lunch money to buy British Cosmo.”

“Hey, dickweed, Fifteen Ways To Give Him What He Wants In Bed Tonight was way more important than One Way To Let Neil Waste Good Food!” Adam yells back, vaguely aware that somewhere behind him Tommy is snickering his skinny little ass off. He glances over his shoulder and sticks his tongue out, and Tommy clamps a hand over his mouth. Adam has the feeling that on the other side of that hand is an absolute howl of laughter.

“Just get down to the fucking dining room, Adam,” Neil calls, and Adam yells a cheery “I love you too!” through the door before hanging up his coat. Then he turns, wondering if Tommy's going to be back to chewing on his fingers, but instead he's standing next to Adam, fidgeting.

“Are we going?” he asks, and Adam's not quite sure which “going” he's asking about, so after hesitating for two seconds a week long he nods.



They're not the first two out of the venue that night, but there are still plenty of people, and Adam is glad for the press of fans who want him to sign and take pictures and ask for hugs. Behind him he can hear Tommy talking to a few people before grabbing Adam's arm and pulling him over to get on one knee next to somebody's little girl who can't be more than seven years old so her mother can take a picture of her glitter-speckled child next to a pair of, yeah, okay, rock stars. Then the little girl starts jabbering away at him in German he can't understand past “sie liebe dich, Adam Lambert,” and scrabbles in a violently pink backpack to pull out a small plush dog with rhinestones glued to its ears and collar so she can hold it out for him to take. Adam smiles at it and complies.

“Aww, thank you!” he says, and when she giggles he has to pause and backtrack because the beer he and Tommy split just before the show did nothing for his foreign-language skills. “Danke.”

They finally manage to escape the crowd, Tommy poking bemusedly at Adam's new stuffed animal. “I think you're the only man I know who can really appreciate a bright purple dog covered in sparkly shit.”

“Hey, I think it's kind of cute,” Adam protests. “And it's original. I've never gotten a dog with a pierced ear before. Maybe fifteen years from now we'll see her doing hip-hop design or something. Come on. Let's drop our stuff so we can go.” He glances at Tommy from the corner of his eye, wondering if Tommy's changed his mind. Instead he sees Tommy glancing back at him the same way, then off to one side.

“Should I change?” he asks, and now he's mostly quiet, not the kind of desperate forceful he was at the hotel. Adam shrugs.

“Doesn't matter,” he admits. “You won't be wearing it long.”
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