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(Anonymous)
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?”
etharei
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 ♥
(Anonymous)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:18 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
It wasn't originally planned to go like this AT ALL, actually, so I'm glad it's working ^^;; It just sorta . . . happened. And I personally blame Adam himself for all the FYE references, because if the video wasn't set in a sex club I wouldn't have felt the need to keep poking at it.
janesgravity
Oct. 3rd, 2010 11:19 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
Cliffhangers are mean. You're lucky ilu -_-
atomic_dawn
Oct. 3rd, 2010 07:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
bmnjhkgjfkd

*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.
starsparkle333
Oct. 3rd, 2010 08:11 pm (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
*pokes sadly at laptop screen* but... but... *hits F5 again*
(Anonymous)
Oct. 3rd, 2010 08:48 pm (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 5/??
More soon, bb. I'm working on it.
(Anonymous)
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.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 4th, 2010 02:28 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 7/8
Adam tries to remember his first time with another man, but most of what's sticking in his head is a sense of oh-shit-what-am-I-supposed-to-do and the apprehension, fed to him by people who didn't know what the hell they were talking about, that it was going to hurt like hell. Then he realises those are the shoes Tommy's in now, and he decides the easiest way to start is with something familiar.

So he sits Tommy back on the bench and kneels between his legs again, smiling up at him and stroking his back and legs until Tommy relaxes and nods and then Adam leans forward to take in as much of Tommy as his mouth will allow. Tommy gasps and tenses up again, and Adam stays still, rubbing the small of Tommy's back with his fingertips, waiting for Tommy to go back to being relaxed before he keeps going, licking and sucking and generally doing his best to prove singing isn't the only thing his mouth is good for.

He waits until Tommy's chilled enough to have a hand in his hair, relaxed enough to tell Adam what he likes, and then Adam pulls off with a last good lick from balls to head—there is no such thing as a truly pretty cock, Adam's seen enough of them to know they're all a bit lopsided and usually have veins sticking out in weird places, but as dicks go Tommy has a pretty nice one that should really be more appreciated—and looks up, wondering if he should introduce Tommy to the wonder that is rimming or not.

Tommy doesn't look freaked anymore—that kind of I'm-here-proving-myself attitude he had is gone—but he's shaking a little, close to coming, and finally Adam pulls himself up onto the bench, straddling it, and motions for Tommy to swing one leg over the seat.

“What are you doing?” It's not a demand, but yeah, Adam can hear the nervousness, and he wonders a little if Tommy really wants to be here.

“Are you okay?”

There's a pause, and Adam comes to the decision that if Tommy won't answer he's just not going to continue. There's chickening out, and then there's realising midway that it's just not going to work. Finally Tommy nods.

“You do know it's okay if you need to say no, right?” Adam asks, and Tommy nods again. Then he flushes, but this time it's a faint pink dusting across his nose, not the kind of alarming bright red fever-flush from earlier in the night.

“Yeah, I just . . . you look way bigger naked,” Tommy finally spits out, and Adam starts laughing and rests his forehead against Tommy's temple before kissing it and nuzzling the peach fuzz where Tommy's hair is starting to grow back in again, finding Tommy's hand between them and squeezing it.

“You know, I'm not going to let you get hurt,” Adam says, and feels Tommy nod. “There's a lot you can do that doesn't involve sticking anything in anywhere.”

Tommy nods again, and Adam pulls Tommy's legs over his thighs to get them out of the way, reaching for one of the little packets of lube he knows will be somewhere in the pail. He can tell Tommy's trying to stay chilled, and Adam shifts to pull them closer together, mindful that he's starting to get a little sticky. Finally he catches Tommy's eye.

“Give me your hand,” Adam tells him, and Tommy holds one up. Adam takes it and guides it down between them, breaking open the lube packet as he does; his hands are big, but so is the rest of him, and he's going to need help.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 4th, 2010 02:29 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 8/8
He guides Tommy's hand into place, their fingers overlapping, and then he strokes and Tommy gasps and sags against him. Adam smiles, feeling Tommy first observe his rhythm and then pick it up, fingers and palms working in tandem, pressing the two of them together, slick and intimate and somehow calming even as Adam feels himself heading toward orgasm, Tommy's free hand on the back of his neck and his breath loud in Adam's ear.

He feels Tommy come, hips slamming forward and come spattering up over Adam's stomach, and it's enough to make him follow, arms coming to rest around Tommy's shoulders as Tommy leans against him, mindless of the decidedly unsexy mess of come and sweat and urine all over Adam's torso.

“Good?” Adam finally asks, and Tommy nods, glancing up at him.

“We . . . “ and tonight is Tommy's night for blushing, but this time Adam can't help kissing him until it fades, tasting beer and salt instead of gloss on Tommy's lips. “We could do it again sometime . . . maybe . . . right?”

Adam smiles. He likes the sound of that, and he also likes the way Tommy didn't specify exactly what “it” is. Tommy lets his hand down from Adam's shoulder and makes a face.

“You need a shower.” He smirks. “Does that bathtub work?”

Adam slides off the bench and pulls Tommy with him. They're both a mess and when Adam pulls him close it makes a bigger one, but he doesn't really care. “Only one way to find out, right?”

He's expecting to have to make a second joke to offset the first, but Tommy's smirk doesn't fade. “Maybe.”

“You're okay with that?” Adam asks, and Tommy pauses before nodding.

“Maybe there's something to that new-age shit you have going,” he concedes. “Or maybe I'm just going crazy.”

“Going?” Adam can't help asking, and as Tommy jabs at his ribs with one elbow he starts laughing again.

He's a mess and he's walking through a gay sex club with his apparently not so straight bassist friend, in search of a shower so they don't have to walk outside covered in come and biologically-processed beer and tea.

And he's never felt so connected to someone in his life.
etharei
Oct. 4th, 2010 05:14 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 8/8
This is beautiful and funny and endearingly sweet. I love fics that don't get caught up in the details of a kink and explore instead the ~meaning behind them, the connection and intimacy of sharing something like that with someone, which you totally captured here. And as I've said before, you capture Adam and Tommy and Adam-and-Tommy so well, particularly their sense of humor and comfort with each other. Speaking of humor, I think that the little funny exchanges throughout this worked really well to keep things from getting too tense. Great job, thank you so much for writing this ♥
Re: Anywhere For You: 8/8 - (Anonymous) - Oct. 4th, 2010 05:40 am (UTC) - Expand
atomic_dawn
Oct. 4th, 2010 06:15 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 8/8
I loved this a lot. It was very hot but I also liked how Adam and Tommy were talking things through, cautiously and nervously, but getting closer through it all. TY bb <3
antigone921
Oct. 4th, 2010 06:40 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 8/8
I love you.
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Re: Anywhere For You: 8/8 - (Anonymous) - Oct. 4th, 2010 09:55 am (UTC) - Expand
janesgravity
Oct. 4th, 2010 08:17 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 8/8
I love how you took a kink like watersports and turned it into this awesome character study/friendship fic *_* Love it.


I LOVE YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU /istired
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