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janesgravity
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:40 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy
I can understand that. TBH, I was pushing it to get to 25k on my glambertsbb. And I'll be lucky to get to 10k with the lambliff one because apparently I don't really do long fic ...

STILL ............. stop that jane
janesgravity
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:43 am (UTC)
Re: adam/tommy labyrinth
DO IT THO
(Anonymous)
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:55 am (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 5/??
“You just watch it, Tommy Joe,” Adam tells him, trying to keep his voice even and doing an admirable job at failing. He tries not to fantasise about the straight boys on the tour—they’re his friends, not his sex toys—and so far he’s mostly succeeded, but he’d be a liar if he said he’s never imagined Tommy’s hands on him just a little bit when they’re offstage. “I heard you say Brooke first.”

Tommy sticks out his tongue. Then he licks up the side of Adam’s neck. Brooke leans up to kiss Adam again and pushes down on his waistband at the same time.

It takes all three of them to work Adam out of his jeans and shorts, and then Adam realises he’s naked and stuck between his still mostly-clothed bassist and only half-naked choreographer.

“Either I want my damned clothes back or you two are getting naked,” he says, a little louder than he meant, so maybe he’s not quite as sober as he thought he was (or maybe Tommy’s beer is just absorbing into him through osmosis; in a world where Adam has sex with women, anything is possible). The response is immediate, though—he can feel Tommy fighting a vicious battle with a tight T-shirt behind him, and in front of him Brooke is kicking off her underwear. Then Tommy’s bare stomach is pressed against Adam’s back, and all by itself that stretch of skin on skin, warm and intimate, does more to get him hard than all the female attention in the world.

Brooke grins up at him, and Adam supposes he should be afraid of that grin, but it’s hard to be afraid with Tommy stroking his hair and Brooke holding him; if there was ever such a thing as a safe place, it’s right here.

“Should we make it a real night of firsts and I can teach you all about woman on top?” she asks. Adam can tell she’s joking—he hopes—but he can’t help making some kind of noise to indicate she’s wounded his sense of masculinity. Brooke laughs, drapes her arms around his shoulders, kisses his cheek jaw down to his neck, and then Adam feels a decidedly not male hand slide down his chest and close around his shaft, stroking in entirely different ways from his own hand or the few other guys he’s done this with—softer, longer, and then she drags her fingernails so very lightly from balls to tip and okay, that was a noise nobody will ever hear him making onstage.

“Ready?” she asks, directly into his ear, and he’s not, not really, but there’s not really a way to go into training for straight sex, so he just nods. Tommy is waiting, the condom packet already open in his hand, and as Brooke lies back and shifts around to get her skirt up to her waist Tommy slides the condom one-handed over Adam’s cock.

Adam immediately gets derailed when he gets a look at just what’s between Brooke’s legs, exactly; he either skipped or slept through all the fun diagrams on what everything in the reproductive tract is called (although he has some vague sense that fallopian tubes come into it somewhere, because he remembers suggesting on the unit exam that a fallopian tube was some kind of contraceptive equipment and having to have A Very Serious Talk with his gym teacher), and he’s pretty sure there shouldn’t be so much loose skin hanging around. It doesn’t even look like a particularly loose ball sac, just . . . skin with no visible purpose, hanging out in the middle of nowhere. He feels around it with a couple of fingers to make sure he’s not about to do serious damage, and when he does Brooke’s entire body jerks on the bed and she gasps. Adam draws back, concerned—was that a good gasp or a bad one?

“You okay?”

Brooke nods. Adam makes a mental note: loose skin is not an injury, even when it’s very loose. He hears Tommy snort behind him.

“Virgins,” Tommy says, and then he grabs Adam’s hand and manipulates his fingers up into the skin. Adam feels moisture and hears another interesting noise out of Brooke. “It’s supposed to look like that.”

(Anonymous)
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:56 am (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 6/??
Adam nods and pulls his fingers back. Okay; it’s not all exposed and obvious, but once he’s gotten over his initial what the hell is that? reaction it makes sense. If he had something that required embarrassing television commercials about “feminine itching” and “restoring pH balance” he guesses he wouldn’t want it out in the open for every organism in the universe to find, either. He sees Tommy’s arms sliding around his sides again, and then Tommy’s lifting Brooke’s legs over his shoulders. Adam thinks briefly I didn’t know straight people could do it in this position and then he pushes forward, getting a low groan out of Brooke and a similar one out of Tommy.

“Fuck, we need a video camera,” he announces, and in between oh shit that’s good and this feels way different Adam manages enough coherency to tell Tommy they will quickly be man, woman, and eunuch if he even thinks about touching his phone. They might all be friends, but all it takes is one button pushed by accident, and Adam doesn’t relish the idea of his name being the first two words in a headline that ends “SEX TAPE SCANDAL.”

“God, you’re a tightass,” Tommy says, and Adam considers making some kind of snappy comeback and then decides now, pulled into delicious and welcoming warmth with Brooke’s legs around his neck and Tommy’s hands on his back, isn’t the time. Instead he lets his eyes flutter shut and focuses on how it brings everything else into sharper focus, the feeling of light hands running slowly over his back and sides and buttocks and the insides of his legs, the light salt taste of Brooke’s skin when he turns his head and licks the skin at the inside of her knee, the lingering scent of the cinnamon incense they lighted earlier just to piss off Neil, the sound of Brooke’s breathing and the sensation of organic damp instead of the kind manufactured and sold in a little plastic tube.

“Teach you a trick,” Tommy suggests, not bantering anymore, just enjoying the show, and Adam nods. Tommy’s fingers lace through his and lift his hand off the bed. “Down here.” He drags Adam’s hand down Brooke’s side, across her thigh, and then his fingers leave Adam’s for a moment. Brooke groans again, and her hips slam upward into Adam’s. Tommy’s fingers touch his again. “Here.” He rubs Adam’s fingers against what feels like more loose skin but apparently isn’t, if Brooke’s reaction—loud and immediate, throwing her head to one side and tangling her fingers in Adam’s hair—is any indication. Tommy’s fingers leave his, and Adam feels them working alongside his own, occasionally bumping into each other. “Don’t go too fast, I used to have this girlfriend who said it hurt like a bitch if you do.”

Adam nods. Tommy’s weight leaves his back, and Adam considers protesting. Then Tommy spreads his legs at the knees and worms between them, one pointy elbow digging momentarily into Adam’s thigh as he squirms underneath, and then there’s a mouth down there licking where Adam is inside Brooke and occasionally across his balls, and it’s Adam’s turn to make loud noises. Brooke moans again and tightens her fingers in Adam’s hair, and then Tommy’s fingers are pressing against his again, a little clumsy because of the angle and a lot good because fuck, that’s Adam he’s touching, too. It’s insane, surreal, but very very good and he hears his name coming out of Brooke’s mouth as her legs tighten on either side of his neck for just a minute and Tommy goes crazy down there, licking away and pulling Brooke slowly away from Adam, who’s still hard and wondering what Tommy’s going so nuts for, since the last Adam knew women didn’t jizz, hence why the guys got a class on “nocturnal emissions” while the girls learned about what to do on certain days of the month.
radiogaga33
Sep. 21st, 2010 03:59 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy
Hahahaha. I have the opposite problem I guess. I start out intending not to go over a certain wordcount cos I really don't have the time, and I end up with massively long fic. My college AU lambliff fic for example was supposed to be 7K words. The end product was over 20K.

And if I go starting with subplots and evil advisers etc for this slavefic, I'll be screwing myself. 15K. That's it. Lol. Exposition, UST, Epiphany, screwing ten ways to sunday, obligatory angst, happy ending. In and out. Done.
neednotwant
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:04 am (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 6/??
F5F5F5F5F5
janesgravity
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:10 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy
Wham bam thank youuuuuuu ma'am!!!!




Sigh. I hate my brain.
matertenebrarum
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:14 am (UTC)
Re: adam/tommy labyrinth
*cheerleads*
valress
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:21 am (UTC)
Re: adam/tommy labyrinth
Please! *bats eyelashes at you*
(Anonymous)
Sep. 21st, 2010 04:53 am (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 7/??
Brooke lies still, legs spread, while Tommy finishes up—whatever it is he’s doing, maybe bringing Brooke down from whatever place they took her up to—and reaches for Adam to stroke his hair.

“Thanks,” she murmurs, and he nods a little, not entirely sure how to respond—he likes Brooke, but sure, anytime isn’t exactly appropriate. The corner of her mouth twitches. “Your turn.”

“Huh?” Adam knows there’s something here he’s supposed to know, but like hell if he can remember what. Then Tommy sits up, lips shining as he licks off the last of Brooke, and then Adam remembers. Brooke first. Right. He still has a lesson of his own to teach.

“Oh, Tommy Joe,” Brooke says, a little too dazed to be a singsong but definitely in the neighbourhood. “I think Adam has something for you.”

Adam expects Tommy to come back with some smartass comment, and when Tommy holds up the tube Adam was looking for earlier he almost gapes. Then Tommy tosses it at him, a light underhand throw that still catches Adam so much by surprise he nearly drops it. “You better make it good, Babyboy.”

“Hey, do you know who you’re talking to?” Adam asks, not quite putting on Adam Fucking Lambert (yeah, he knows what the fans call him, and occasionally he feels like telling them the Fucking comes after the Mitchell on his driver’s license just to see what happens) but comfortable, now, falling just a little into the stage persona that stalks poor little virgin Tommy-kitty around the back half of the set.

“Yeah, a guy who still cries at the end of The Lion King,” Tommy answers, digging another condom out from under the head of the bed. “Over a fucking cartoon lion having ‘a touching moment’ or some shit.”

“Hey, if you don’t cry at least once during The Lion King you have no soul,” Adam protests. Tommy grins at him, and Brooke stifles something Adam sincerely hopes really is a cough.

“So what’s your moral standpoint on fucking soulless people?” Tommy asks, and Adam snaps the top of the lube bottle in response.

“My standpoint is we’re gonna see who’s a tightass, glitterbaby,” Adam answers, grabbing both of Tommy’s arms at once to pull him across the bed. Then they’re kissing, and it’s nothing like the fast, open kisses they share onstage—it’s not gentle, like the one he shared with Brooke, but it’s just as deep, and after a few seconds it occurs to Adam that the taste in Tommy’s mouth, not just warm skin and beer but something else, is Brooke. He hears Brooke moving, feels the bed sink a little, and then her hands are on his back again, tonight is Adam’s night for getting backrubs, and her nails scrape gently across his skin as Tommy settles against him and Adam snakes a hand between his legs.

Tommy isn’t lubed up, but he’s already relaxed, probably a combination of beer and Brooke and close to a hundred concerts learning that he can trust Adam not to pull fast shit on him, and Adam doesn’t feel the need to be overly thorough making sure Tommy is ready to learn his lesson—he applies lube like glitter, but he isn’t going to bother spending ten minutes stretching and fingering when Tommy’s already practically putty in his hands. Instead he relaxes back into Brooke’s hands and puts his hands on Tommy’s hips, suggesting with a twist of his hands that Tommy turn. Then he pauses.

“Back or belly?”

“Which one’s better?”

Adam gives him the best are-you-really-fucking-kidding-me look he can muster while hard and in the process of living out one of those rare but unavoidable fantasies. “If one of them was ‘better,’ Tommy Joe, don’t you think I’d just do it that way?”

Brooke’s hand comes to rest on Adam’s cock again, stroking slowly, keeping him hard, offering him a little relief while Tommy sorts through the wide range of two possibilities. Finally Tommy shifts. “Back, I guess. Man, you better not go telling people I just said I’d bottom, I don’t—“

“Lie back and stop talking shit,” Adam scolds. “You should know me better than that, Tommy.”
janesgravity
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:01 am (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 7/??
IF YOU KEEP BEING THIS AWESOME, I WILL BE FORCED TO OUT YOU.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:03 am (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 7/??
But then there couldn't be any more fic, because the only reason I'm comfortable writing things like "Adam's cock" is THE WONDERFUL SCREEN OF ~*~*~ANONYMITY~*~*~.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:06 am (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 7/??
And outing me is kind of impossible. I've been out since I was 18.
janesgravity
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:07 am (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 7/??
DAMMIT, FOILED
etharei
Sep. 21st, 2010 05:08 am (UTC)
Re: Eyes Not Minds, 7/??
Please write more. This is just hilarious and fun and beautifully intimate, kinda what sex between friends should be like. Absolutely loving it ♥
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