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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)
Re: Anywhere For You: 3/??

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.”
Oct. 3rd, 2010 09:00 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 4/??
Oct. 3rd, 2010 09:10 am (UTC)
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Oct. 3rd, 2010 09:36 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 4/??
Oct. 3rd, 2010 09:46 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 4/??
I'm so in love with those last two lines. The whole thing is awesome, but those are PERFECT, just the right amount of tease. Can't wait for more! :)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 10:35 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 4/??
why thank you~

I don't want to know what unsavoury things it says about me that to write about Adam going to a sex club, I flipped on "For Your Entertainment." Nor what further unsavoury things it says about me that this worked its way into the fic.
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:05 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 5/??
The first thing Adam hears when he walks in is a bass line he could recognise in his sleep, and as he tucks his ID back in his wallet (the nice thing, he thinks, is that this place doesn't care if you cover up your name as long as they can see your picture, which means no explaining that yes, he really is that Adam, no, his middle name isn't misspelled, and yes, he can successfully recreate the signature above the issue date) Tommy elbows him in the ribs.

“Cut it out,” he mutters, and Adam blinks at him. “You're lip-synching.”

Adam feels the blush that crosses his face and feels glad there's no mirror he can look into. Tommy almost stuffs his ID into his hoodie, then reaches out and pushes it into the pocket of Adam's jeans. He's been paranoid about losing his stuff ever since Singapore, and Tommy didn't bring his wallet.

They share another beer against another heavy backbeat (this one, at least, one Adam doesn't know), and Tommy asks for a second one while Adam's only about two-thirds of the way through his first.

“You know, if you're that nervous, we don't have to stay,” Adam says, leaning over to keep the conversation private. “Getting hammered is a great way to get in trouble.”

“I'm not getting hammered,” Tommy tells him, and when Adam makes him turn his head so Adam can check out his pupils Tommy complies. He's tracking and Adam doesn't see any sign of grogginess, though, so finally Adam drains the last of his beer and asks a question with his eyes. Tommy slides off his stool and waits, hands jammed deep in his pockets, for Adam to tell him where they're going.

It's weird, Adam thinks when he finds the right hallway and heads down it, weird that the last time he was here so many years ago he was the one following with his shoulders tucked in on themselves, looking around like the walls were going to eat him alive, and now he's the one leading, first into a room to undress and then through a green curtain into an open room where Tommy first glances around, then snickers.

“I get it now,” he says, and Adam could elbow him, but what good would it do? He considers asking Tommy if he wants to find out if the rest of that video is true, but there's something weird about coming onto his friend that way (like walking naked into a sex club with him isn't) and finally he settles for explaining what he remembers of the layout, the rooms upstairs and the patio out back—

“How many potted plants do you have to walk through to get to the patio, and is there a bar with a bathtub out there?” Tommy asks, and if they were a little younger Adam might grabass at him just to make him lose that self-satisfied smirk, but right now he thinks it'd raise too many questions, so he settles for muttering “there used to be” and trying not to stumble when Tommy hooks an arm around his neck and leans up too fast for Adam to counterbalance.

“I need to ask you something,” he says into Adam's ear, and Adam locates one of the little partitioned-off rooms that doesn't look occupied and pulls Tommy into it.

“You okay?” he asks, and Tommy nods. He's got that look again, the one from the hotel, and regardless of the absurdity of the situation—both of them naked and sitting on what looks like a bench from a high-school changing room with a pail of condoms hanging from one end—Adam takes Tommy's hands and rubs his thumbs over the back, some part of his mind insisting there is a boy outside this room who's probably not exactly a virgin, peeking in and thinking they came as a couple. “Just spit it out, Tommy.”

“I have to pee,” Tommy says, and Adam nearly cracks up because he thought Tommy saw the door to the john when Adam went through it.

“It's back through the—“

“No,” Tommy cuts in, and he grabs both sides of Adam's face. “I mean. I have to pee.”

For a second Adam is caught in a perfect deja vu, and then he opens his mouth, ready to shake his head and offer up a bunch of reasons why Tommy shouldn't be—

“If you'll . . . you know,” Tommy says, and he looks nervous and awkward and a little like he's wishing Adam could magically develop mind-reading powers right about now, “I'll—fuck, I'm no good at this.”

Adam stares at him for a minute and finally decides there is no delicate way to ask. “Are you asking me to fuck you?”
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:16 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
OMMGGGGGG *STUFFS MOUTH WITH POPCORN* I love it when things come full circle! and I appreciate you having Adam be aware of that. am really excited to see where this goes. Tommy is hilariously out of his depth, but he's also determined to do this special thing for Adam. Incidentally, I adore the thread of friendship you have running through this fic. it fits how I think of Adam and Tommy; regardless of whether they're fucking or not, there's a close, intimate friendship there ♥
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Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:19 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
Cliffhangers are mean. You're lucky ilu -_-
Oct. 3rd, 2010 07:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??

*steals Etharei's popcorn*

Love how realistic the awkwardness of first time in a gay sex club is for Tommy, and Adam recalling his first time there.
Oct. 3rd, 2010 08:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
*pokes sadly at laptop screen* but... but... *hits F5 again*
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Oct. 3rd, 2010 10:04 pm (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 6/??
Tommy turns a shade of red so bright it makes Adam feel better about his own blushing. “No,” he finally says, drawing the word out, stretching it like taffy. “Not . . . I mean, I trust you. I don't know these guys.”

Adam considers pointing out that Tommy's first reason for coming here was because he didn't know anybody. Instead he tries to remember what it was like the first time he had sex—or something like it, he thinks—and the entire thing slots into place. For him it was close to overwhelming because it was new; for Tommy, it must be at least double that.

“So you don't want to fuck, but you want to . . . try something out,” he suggests, after weighing the words to see if they're the right ones. “With me.”

The blush clears from Tommy's face, but he's still obviously rattled, and in spite of their clothes—what the hell, they'll be touching soon anyway—Adam reaches out to hug him, hearing the slightly stuttered “yeah” not so much with his ears as in the breath against his shoulder. He strokes Tommy's back, and Tommy leans up to talk into his ear.

“And. You know. You said you wanted to. You know, try . . . with somebody you . . . “ He trails off, but Adam can see where he's going, and if not for the nervousness in Tommy's voice he'd probably be too hard to think.

“Connected with,” Adam finishes for him. “Tommy, you don't have to—“

“We'll trade,” Tommy cuts in, and it's fast enough and the tone is of a kind to tell Adam he's better off just letting Tommy finish. “You try what you want and . . . . and I'll try what I want,” he says, and the blush creeping across his face again makes Adam wish they were somewhere else, someplace where they could talk this through more fully. “Except if we're going to we kind of have to get a move on because I've had three beers and an iced tea since the show tonight and I'm ready to pop a kidney here.” He looks up at Adam again, obviously unsure if he's saying the right thing. “I mean, unless you wanted . . . . you know, the other way around.”

Adam buries his face in Tommy's hair. “You're fucking crazy, Tommy Joe,” he says, but he's rubbing Tommy's back when he says it. “Thanks.”

Tommy nods, and Adam gets to his knees, eyes closed, not wanting to watch for once, just wanting to feel (and if he's entirely honest with himself, not really trusting Tommy's aim after three beers). He waits, and then Tommy's hands are on his shoulders, moving him into new positions. Adam goes willingly, and after another few seconds of nothing but muffled sounds from other places and the warm air against his bare skin there's something warmer and not air on his chest, his neck, his face, running down his body in rivulets and yeah, it's exactly what he thought it would be, intimate and taboo and it really does feel like he's taking some fundamental part of Tommy into himself in a way that physical intercourse could only try to imitate.

It feels simultaneously like an hour and no more than a second before Tommy finishes, and then there's just their breathing and the warmth cooling on Adam's skin. After a few seconds he opens his eyes and looks up at Tommy, who looks like he's not sure if he should be turned-on or horrified, and yeah, Adam knows the feeling, he felt it in another room somewhere in this building once, and finally he snaps out of it enough to grab a clean towel from the stack in the corner and clean his face so he can talk.

“Was it . . . . okay?” he hears Tommy ask, and when he turns around he just smiles and tries to put everything he'd like to say into that smile because he's pretty sure there aren't any words to explain what that was like. Tommy looks at the smile and the edges of his lips twitch. “Elemental?”

“ . . . yeah,” Adam finally says, and he'd like to do that again, except it's not the kind of thing where you can do the right thing for five minutes and go again, so it'll have to wait until, maybe, at some point in the future, he'll have the chance to do it again. “Your turn?” He's not sure what Tommy is going to say, and part of him is expecting “fuck no, go get a shower,” and he really doesn't want to, not yet. He kind of likes the idea that people could look at him and know something happened, but not what—but if Tommy asks him to go, he'll go.

Tommy nods.
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