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(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:24 am (UTC)
Terrance and Sutan both want Tommy. They flirt with him a lot but would never do anything about it because Tommy's with Adam. Adam mentions it to Tommy who admits he thinks they're both hot too. Cue Adam having a talk with Terrance & Sutan and then all three pleasuring Tommy. Fingering, rimming, blowjobs. All of them are doing something to Tommy the entire time. They take turns fucking him. No jealousy from Adam (he's secure in his relationship with Tommy), just a hot filthy time had by all.
valress
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:25 am (UTC)
Re: Jealous!Tommy
OMG!! Really?!?!? *spins in circles* TY TY TY
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 04:27 am (UTC)
Adam and Tommy have feelings for each other but they're both oblivious and think the other doesn't want them. Adam thinks Tommy isn't an option. Tommy thinks Adam isn't interested off stage. Show after show they get worked up, act surly towards everyone, then go off by themselves and jerk off. The band, dancers, crew & Neil are all onto the fact that these two are into each other. They work together to make Adam & Tommy get a clue and realize what's right in front of them. The day they finally fuck and tell the glamily they're in love, Sasha throws a party.
etharei
Sep. 23rd, 2010 06:16 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 3/??
*POPCORN GIF*

This is amazing! I mean, poor Adam, but schadenfreude and all and you write him so adorably. Can't wait to see what happens next!
valress
Sep. 23rd, 2010 06:33 am (UTC)
Come On, Kick the Bass
Alright... This prompt has been assaulting me for... well since the first time I saw it... so I decided to write it... TY to Isolde for the beta and helping me along the way *hugs*


~~~~~~

Scanning the slowly thinning crowd, Adam looked for the tell tale blond hair. He saw said hair and its owner stumble through the crowd towards his spare room.

“I think Tommy’s had a little too much to drink,” he chuckled to Danielle and Sasha as he turned back to the conversation.


~~~~~~~~~~~

Sprawled face down on the bed; Tommy didn’t hear the door open. He was too busy trying to make the world stop spinning. He felt someone press a hand to his back, just above his jeans, fingers sliding under his shirt.

“Adam?” he asked, voice slightly slurred. He attempted to roll over only to find the hands pinning him to the bed, pushing back he tried to turn his head. “What the fuck?”

“Shut up. Not a word…” an unrecognizable voice growled against his ear, as rough hands jerked him to his knees, pulling at the button on his jeans. Getting enough in his own head to realize what was going on, Tommy started numbly pushing at the hands.

“Wh—No… NO! Get . . . OFF!” Tommy slurred over his thick tongue. ”It’s not Adam,” he realized, pushing feebly at the much stronger man at his back. Trying to crawl away he only found himself pushed flat against the bed on his stomach, rough hands dragging his jeans over his hips… Squirming, he felt real fear, not the “Oops, I’m in the wrong part of town” fear, this was real, “Oh My God, what the fuck is going on?” fear, the kind that makes your gut clench, your hands sweat and tears prick your eyes.

“Don’t say a word… Just…” he grunted as he pushed too dry fingers against Tommy, causing him to pull away. Gripping his hip harder, the man held him down, pressed them in.

“Stop… please… I…” Tommy sobbed as he tried in vain to get away, twisting, and turning, grabbing at the bed. A hand slapped hard over his mouth cutting off his cries, the fingers replaced by something larger. Knowing what it was made him fight harder, tears rolling down his cheeks, shaking his head, a hand fisted in his hair… hard.

“Just shut up, and be a good boy… come on pretty, you know you want this, I saw you hanging all over Adam…” the voice said in his ear as he pushed harder. A scream ripped from Tommy’s throat, his head pulled back, tears running in grey streaks down his cheeks.

~~~~~~~~

Watching people slowly make their way out the door, Adam looked around, frowning. Where was Tommy? Walking toward the kitchen, he heard a strange sound, turning he walked through the living room, the sound getting louder. Muffled grunts, and what sounded like crying. Cocking his head to the side, he grabbed the doorknob, and pushed the door open. Walking in he stopped suddenly, he was not seeing this.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” he yelled, grabbing the guy by the shirt and wrenching him off the bed and Tommy. He had no idea where it came from, but his right hand immediately fisted and he punched the guy in the face while screaming for Monte and Terrance. He didn’t look over at the bed, he couldn’t, all he could see was this guy, on top of Tommy, hand fisted in his hair…

In a rage, he punched, over and over. He felt his knuckles break, felt the slick slide of his blood mixed with this guy’s smearing over knuckles and splattering over him.

“ADAM!!! ADAM STOP!”

Adam felt hands grabbing his arms, pulling him back.

“Adam, baby calm down, breathe with me,” Terrance said soothingly as he wrapped Adam’s hand in his shirt. Pushing away from Terrance, Adam looked wildly around the room, his eyes falling on the bed, and on Tommy, still on his stomach, face obscured by his hair.

“Tommy? Baby, talk to me, please,” Adam said as he rushed to the bed and knelt next to Tommy’s head. Pushing his hair back, Adam saw the tears still slipping down his cheeks. “Oh god… Terrance, pull the sheet over his hips please.”

“Adam? I tried to stop it… I couldn’t… I’m sorry…” Tommy whispered softly, his voice raw and broken. Shaking his head, Adam grabbed Tommy’s left hand in his, rubbing his thumb over Tommy’s knuckles.

valress
Sep. 23rd, 2010 06:34 am (UTC)
Re: Come On, Kick the Bass(2)
“Not your fault. I should have made sure you were alright. Shouldn’t have left you alone,” Adam said as he rested his chin on the bed, brushing his thumb over the tear streaks. He barely heard Terrance and Monte talking to him. All he could see was the blank look in Tommy’s eyes, the tear tracks on his face. Reaching his good hand out, he ran it over Tommy’s cheek, reassuring them both that it would be okay. “Terrance, how long till the ambulance gets here?”

“They should be here soon, calm down. It’ll be okay,” Terrance said softly as he placed a hand on Adam’s shoulder and the other on Tommy’s. Glancing over at Monte, Terrance felt a tear slip down his cheek, turning he went to open the front door to let the EMT’s inside.

Glancing over his shoulder at Monte, Adam felt a tear slip down his cheek. “How long is it gonna take for them to get here? He’s hurting, Monte,”

“I know Ad, they will be here soon,” Monte said as they heard talking and rapid footfalls coming closer.

“Hey, Adam the police are here, and so are the EMT’s. They need to look at your hand and take care of Tommy,” Terrance said as he walked in the room followed by the EMT’s. Monte walked over and grabbed his arm, pulling him to his feet.

Not taking his eyes from Tommy, Adam watched as the EMT’s asked him questions and helped him on the stretcher.

A voice shook him from his haze.

“Mr. Lambert, we need to look at your hand, you’re bleeding,” a voice said as an EMT started pulling the shirt off his hand. Wincing, Adam looked down at the swollen bloody mess.

“I think it’s safe to say it’s broken. Come on, you can ride with your friend.”

~~~~~~~~~
It seemed like days later but it was only hours, Adam and Tommy finally stumbled through the front door of the house. Adam didn’t really give Tommy a choice on where he was going; they just ended up back here. Not a word was spoken, it was like they both knew what the other needed. Adam needed Tommy next to him, to make sure he was safe, and Tommy needed to be next to Adam to feel safe.

Silently they changed, Tommy took another shower, and Adam put on some tea and took a pain pill for his throbbing hand. As he was headed back to the bedroom he heard the sobbing. Rushing towards the sound, he found Tommy standing in front on the full-length mirror, staring at the bruises on his hips, his neck and jaw.

Stopping in the doorway, Adam just stared. He had allowed that to happen, allowed the bruises to be made, allowed his best friend to be hurt, violated.

“Adam? What did I do wrong? Why me?” Tommy asked softly as he brushed his fingers over the bruises, looking at Adam through the mirror. “Is it the make-up? Am I too pretty?? What? Why would he do that?”

Biting back the tears, Adam crossed the room and wrapped his arms around Tommy’s waist. “You did nothing wrong.”

“But he said…”

“Tommy, listen to me,” Adam said as he turned Tommy in his arms, holding him close and resting his chin on top of Tommy’ head. “You did nothing wrong, no matter what happened, no matter what he said. You did nothing wrong. Do you understand?”

“Okay,” Tommy whispered as he tightened his arms around Adam and sighed heavily. “I’m tired,”


“Alright baby, let’s get you tucked in.” Adam said as he guided Tommy back to the bed. Tucking the blankets around tiny shoulders, he pressed a kiss to Tommy’s forehead. “I’m gonna take a shower, I won’t take long, I promise.”


Just nodding Tommy closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Pushing Tommy’s hair behind his ear, Adam looked down at the beautiful, troubled face; he felt his chest get tight. Turning he walked to the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack he stripped as quickly as his casted arm would let him. Stepping into the shower careful to keep the cast out of the spray, he washed himself as fast as he could and grabbed a towel. Stepping out of the shower, he leaned on the counter, looking at his reflection.


“How could I let that happen? I let my friend get hurt, not just hurt, raped.. in my house.”


valress
Sep. 23rd, 2010 06:34 am (UTC)
Re: Come On, Kick the Bass(3)

“Oh my god, why didn’t you protect him?” he asked his reflection angrily. Tears started falling freely down his cheeks, struggling he pulled on a pair of cotton pajama pants. “How could you let this happen, Adam? You’re supposed to watch out for him, what kind of friend are you? You couldn’t even protect him in your house! Your own fucking house!! You let this happen!”


Dropping to his knees, his shoulders shaking with his sobs.

“Adam?”


“Wh.. Tommy? I thought you were sleeping,” Adam said as he wiped his face and moved to stand up, Tommy’s hand on his shoulder stopped him. Slowly, Tommy knelt in front of him, one hand on his cheek.


“What’s wrong?”


“Nothing, It’s fine,” Adam said quickly.


“Adam…” Tommy said softly, his thumb caressing Adam’s cheek. “You can’t hide it from me, talk, please”


“Tommy, god…” Adam said as he shattered “I’m so sorry. I should have protected you, I should have stopped it”


“Adam, you did stop it! It’s not your fault,” Tommy said as he crawled on to Adam’s lap, tucking his head against Adam’s shoulder. Running his hands over Adam’s shoulders, he breathed softly, letting his tears slide down his cheeks. Sitting together, they cried for the innocence lost, the broken trust.


Together on the bathroom floor, light and dark, large and small, they held each other. Each helping the other, giving what was needed, taking what was given. Both sides loving the other, giving what was needed.


Two voices together saying the same words “It’s not your fault”
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 06:37 am (UTC)
FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 4/??
He’s on edge the rest of the day, all the way up to setup and sound check—when one of the strobe lights blows. It can be fixed, he knows it can be fixed, but finally he snaps and tells everyone he’s going to his dressing room and wants to be left alone. He hasn’t done his own stage makeup since Idol, but he hasn’t lost the knack for it, either, and brushing on stage gloss and rouge soothes him enough to calm down for warm-ups.

Sutan finally demands to be let in to make sure the face jewellery is on right, and finally approves Adam to get into costume after a couple of touch-ups. Adam goes, particularly mindful to be sure he’s not going to trip on something or yank a cord, and does some deep breathing while he pulls off his socks and jeans and gets into his stage bottoms. Eventually he sees Tommy come in, apparently deep in a conversation with Terrence, and ducks behind a costume rack, still pulling his shirt on when he heads out the door.

The show is beyond bad—it’s absolutely brutal. Adam’s always a little amused by the fans online who think Tommy is some kind of fainting, fragile flower, but he’s not amused now. Tommy isn’t sadistic, exactly, but like a cat he tends toward play that can be viewed as either endearing or cruel and, to some twisted minds, both at once. Adam’s just gotten past the broken strobe, into his stride in “Fever,” ready to touch Tommy’s face and move off, when Tommy reaches up and pulls him down for the kiss he wasn’t planning on giving tonight. Adam plays along, opening his mouth and ruffling Tommy’s hair, but at the same time wondering: what the hell, Tommy Joe? Tommy lets up after that, but during the introduction he practically melts into Adam’s back, and it takes everything Adam’s got to not either swat him away or kiss him senseless (and at this point, he’s not entirely sure which of those would be worse).

Autographs seem to take forever, although he’s gratified—if a little puzzled—to see a couple of faces he knows from other tour stops. He’s hoping to get out, onto the bus, and in bed before he has to talk to Tommy—it’s coming, he knows it is, but his day’s been hell, and if he’s about to lose both his bassist and one of his very good friends because of a very shitty decision, he’d rather not find out right now. He’s been holding it together okay so far, but he’s pretty sure that would be the straw that would break him right now.

He nods hello to Dale. “Everything okay?” Please say yes, please say yes . . .

“Got it figured out,” Dale tells him. “You just head on back. Heard you’ve been having a rough day.”

“That’s one way to put it,” Adam says, chuckling a little ruefully. “See you in the morning. We stopping anywhere?”

“Probably around three so’s I can get some sleep,” Dale confirms. “Don’t you worry about me, I’ll get you where you need to go.”

Adam smiles at him and nods and heads to the back of the bus, pulling the curtain and switching on his light to get dressed for bed. He yanks his shirt over his head and turns around to grab his T-shirt off the bed, then freezes like a statue in a child’s game.

Tommy is sitting on his bed.
janesgravity
Sep. 23rd, 2010 06:46 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 4/??
I WILL OUT YOU IF YOU LEAVE IT THERE THAT'S MEAN
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 06:49 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 4/??
Working on more, bb. Patience. The best things come to those who wait. Currently talking to a friend I haven't talked to in four months because he had a serious hand injury and couldn't internet.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 06:56 am (UTC)
Adam/anyone (including gen)
It's time for a SONGFIC, ladies and gentlemans.


We need Adam fic based on this song (http://www.mediafire.com/?mwwzcbjyhte). Any pairing, sex or no sex, friendshippy, doesn't matter...but we need it.
janesgravity
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:01 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 4/??
.... >.<





fine. you're excused


Also - ouch for your friend D:
etharei
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:08 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 4/??
THANK YOU FOR SPEAKING MY THOUGHTS.

*gnaws on furniture in anticipation*
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:20 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 4/??
*waits for more* ♥

--OP
deliriousminuet
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:22 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 4/??
This is so much fun! I never even thought of writing cathartic fic about generally crappy days, this should be a whole genre!
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