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Glam Kink Meme Post #1

The Glam Kink Meme Post #1 is now open.

Have fun prompting, writing, reading, and feedbacking. :)

ETA: All prompts are listed here.

ETA2: All filled prompts are archived here.

ETA3 This post is now CLOSED to new prompts.

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(Anonymous)
Sep. 11th, 2010 01:04 am (UTC)
Adam walks in on Tommy self-harming. Angry!protective!Adam, vulnerable!defensive Tommy.
valress
Sep. 11th, 2010 01:19 am (UTC)
Ohhhh.... why am I drawn to these.... Now I have this awful, wonderful idea....
(Anonymous)
Sep. 11th, 2010 07:36 pm (UTC)
LOL... hon', I think you found your bullet-proof kink. Congrats! Now, may I suggest some celebratory porn?
valress
Sep. 11th, 2010 10:26 pm (UTC)
LOL... I am thinking so...
valress
Sep. 12th, 2010 05:29 am (UTC)
Sailing All Alone...
Alright... this is where this took me... I may add to it (by add to it.. i mean add porn :D )and post it on my LJ... We will see... hope this works for you

~~~~~

Finally he was alone… He felt it in the pit of his stomach, the ache, the pain. He had to do this, it was the only thing that made him feel good, when he saw the marks, the red line of blood, he felt at peace, like everything was alright.

All of the people, the fans, the parties, it was so much, much more than he ever thought, in such a short time. Less than a year ago he was just a guy, who answered phones during the day and played speed metal on the weekends, and now?? He was the second half of an imaginary couple, the bass player for a rapidly rising pop star, and he was so alone.

Looking down at the blade in his hand, he smiled. He had begged off going out with everyone, claiming he was tired. Now he sat alone, holding a razor thinking about the pain that will go away when he makes that first mark. Setting the blade on the table he pulled his hoodie off and tugged off the gloves he recently started wearing. Glancing down at the healing cuts, he ran a finger over one and smiled lightly, yeah he was going to feel so much better soon. Picking up the razor, he set it against the skin of his forearm in between his tattoos, and pressed down, the sharp pain making him tingle, the cool feeling of the blood running over his skin, taking all the pain away. So lost in the high, he didn’t hear the door open, or hear it slam shut.

“What the FUCK??”

Blinking rapidly, he grabbed the towel and pressed it over his arm. Looking up he saw a very angry Adam, striding across the room. “Adam… I… Umm, thought you were with everyone else.”

“I was, but I got worried about you… seems like I was right. What the fuck Tommy?? What’re you doing?” Adam asked as he pulled Tommy to his feet by the arm, ripping the towel off, getting his first look at the marks. Anger boiled to the surface, why was he doing this? Why would he hurt himself this way?

Pulling his arm out of Adam’s grip, Tommy turned and tucked his razor away. He couldn’t let Adam take it. “It’s nothing, Adam. Don’t worry about it… I can handle it.” Turning his back he grabbed the gauze and wrapped it around his arm, refusing to look at Adam. If he looked up at him, he knew what he would see, anger, maybe sadness, pity.

“Tommy, what do you mean it’s nothing?? You’re cutting yourself!!! That’s a big deal! What’s going on? Why?” Adam asked as he grabbed Tommy by the arms again, forcing him to stare at their feet. Grabbing Tommy’s chin, Adam forced him to look up in his eyes. “Don’t look away from me, I want answers Tommy”

“I…” Tommy said as he tried to twist out of Adam’s iron grip. How was he supposed to explain it? That when he cut himself it felt like all his pain and all the worry just drain away with the blood. Standing here with Adam looking at him like this, he needed to cut again, needed to make this bleed out. “I… Damn it Adam! Why do you make me feel?? I don’t want to feel anything!! Then you come along and make me feel everything!”
valress
Sep. 12th, 2010 05:30 am (UTC)
Re: Sailing All Alone... (2)
Blinking down at large brown eyes, Adam tried to comprehend what he was saying, He made him feel? What did that mean? How did he make him feel?? Why did he want to be numb in the first place? Making a decision he never thought he would, Adam put his hand out. “Give me your arm…”

Shaking his head, Tommy turned his arm away, but Adam was too fast. Grabbing him hard by the wrist, he pulled so he could get his free hand on the gauze wrapped around Tommy’s arm. Pulling it free, he saw it was still bleeding. “Explain this to me Tommy! Explain the cutting! Why?”

Shaking his head, Tommy tried to pull his arm away, squirming against the much stronger man. “Adam, let me go. I’m not…” Struggling, he shoved against Adam’s chest. This was his, he didn’t need anyone else to know. “Just… the stress. It makes it better.”

“Cutting? You’re cut yourself to relieve stress?? What the fuck??” Adam said as he looked down at Tommy’s still bleeding arm, swallowing, he ran a finger through the thin streak of blood. “You could really hurt yourself. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

“I’m not gonna hurt myself, Adam. I know what I’m doing, please let me go…” Tommy said softly as he watched Adam trace the cut, his finger sliding through the blood, slicking his skin, making his breath come in sharp bursts.

“What’s so stressful that you need to do this?” Adam asked as he watched his fingers trace through the blood, running over the scars he could see. He felt himself getting hard as he let his fingers slide over Tommy’s soft skin. He wanted, wanted to taste the salt of his skin, the gloss on his lips, fuck he even wanted to run his tongue over the slash on his arm, to taste him, all of him.

“Everything Adam, fuck a year ago I was just a regular guy. Now…” Tommy said as he waved his arm at the room. The sheer magnitude of everything was bearing down on him like a truck. The fact that one wrong move and he could fuck up the best thing that had ever happened to him, his hand twitched at the sudden urge to cut. “Adam, I need… please let me go”

“You’re going to cut aren’t you?” Adam accused as his hand snaked into Tommy’s pocket, yes he had seen the blonde slip the razor in his pocket, he wasn’t blind, pulling it out, he waved it in Tommy’s face. He saw the fear in Tommy’s eyes, blowing out a breath, he sat pulling the smaller man with him. Pushing his hair behind his ear, he turned Tommy’s face so he could look at him, slipping the blade into his hand. “Let me watch”

“You…but…” Tommy stared at the blade in his hand, the overwhelming need making him shake, but the thought of Adam watching made him hesitate. He felt Adam’s hand cover his, pushing it closer to unmarked skin, gasping he felt it make contact, glancing once at Adam he saw how intent he was, pulling lightly across his arm. Shuddering at the feeling of the blade cutting through his skin, he let his head fall back on Adam’s shoulder, his eyes closed as he breathed out, biting his bottom lip. “Fuck, Adam…”

Turning to look at the limp man in his arms, Adam let the blade fall to the floor, he dragged a finger over the cut. The warm blood smeared under his finger, he could feel it welling up in the cut, Tommy’s pulse beating steadily, his breathing short and slightly rapid. Reaching over to the table, he grabbed the roll of gauze, and quickly wrapped up both cuts. “Come on baby, gotta stand up.”

“Why?” Tommy asked as his words slurred. Never before had cutting felt like that, usually it was a quick release, but this… it was… different. Maybe it was because it was Adam, whatever it was the high from it was lasting longer, but there was something running under it, something that made his skin feel tight. He felt Adam tug at his shirt, getting him to lift his arms so he could pull it off. He fell limp against Adam’s solid chest, his body heat making Tommy shiver slightly and snuggle closer. He felt Adam put his hands on his hips.


valress
Sep. 12th, 2010 05:31 am (UTC)
Re: Sailing All Alone... (3)
“Come on baby, you gotta let me help you here. Then you can crawl in bed ok?” Adam said as he slid Tommy’s jeans over his hips and helped him step out of them and walk to the bed. Tucking the tiny body under the blankets, Adam bent and picked up the razor off the floor. Turning back he saw Tommy watching him through half closed eyes. “Are there anymore razors, Tommy?”

“No. Just that one.” Tommy whispered as he watched Adam slide it in his pocket. He felt the tears burn behind his eyes. A warm hand touched his cheek as he looked up.

“Tommy, promise me, when it gets too tough, come to me, ok? Don’t do this anymore” Adam said as he rubbed his thumb along Tommy’s cheek. Leaning into the hand, Tommy nodded softly. He wanted to feel like this all the time. “Alright, I’m going to my room ok? I am just next door, if you need me”

He turned over and burrowed in the blankets, closing his eyes he heard Adam turn off the light and go to his room.
~~~~~~

It seemed like hours later when Tommy groaned and rolled over. His arm throbbed, and his head was swimming. He slowly sat up and looked around the room, he could see his clothes on the chair, he looked down at his arm, the gauze stark white in the dark. Pressing his fingers over where he knew the cuts were, he moaned softly. Slipping out of the bed, he went over to his bag, he was lying when he told Adam that was the only razor. Reaching in his bag, he gasped and flipped the light on, dumping the bag on the floor. “What the…” Digging through the pile of clothes and cosmetics he didn’t hear the dividing door open.

“Looking for something?”

“Adam… I…” Tommy said as he sat on the bed, his head in his hands. He felt Adam sit next to him and slide an arm around his shoulders. He felt the smaller man start shaking as silent sobs wracked his body.

“Come on, you’re coming back to my room.” Adam said as he pulled him to his feet. Tucking him close to his side, they walked into his room. “Go on baby, get in my bed.”

“Are you gonna sleep with me?” Tommy asked softly as he crawled into the large bed, curling into the pillow he buried his face in it. It smelled like Adam, he got that feeling again, the one he got when he cut... He didn’t need to cut when Adam was around, “Please, Adam”

“Alright, scoot over” Adam said climbing in next to Tommy. Settling in, he felt Tommy crawl up next to him, toss a leg over his hips and tucked himself tight against his chest. Wrapping an arm over his shoulders, he pulled him in tight and pressed a kiss to his head. “Go to sleep baby, we will talk in the morning.”

Tommy sighed and closed his eyes, he found his new high… breathing in Adam’s scent, he felt light headed, his skin felt tight. Smiling, he felt himself drift off to sleep, stress nowhere to be found.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 15th, 2010 12:01 am (UTC)
OP here
omg, so happy when i saw this filled! it was great, you captured the emotion so well! thank you <3
valress
Sep. 15th, 2010 12:12 am (UTC)
Re: OP here
TY! I am very glad you like it! :)
viiidestinyxiii
Sep. 17th, 2010 05:19 am (UTC)
Re: Sailing All Alone... (3)
I liked this. It was nice in a bittersweet way. I like to read a hurt and comfort fic every once in a while. :)
Thank you!
(Anonymous)
Sep. 12th, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
OP from the prompt above yours speaking so... obviously. DW. I have a thing for bloody stuff.
valress
Sep. 21st, 2010 11:43 pm (UTC)
Totally wrote a sequel...
Yeah I had it in my brain, and here you go... I wrote a follow up to the original prompt...


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