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(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:28 am (UTC)
FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 5/??
“Yo.”

“ . . . . hi. Look, no offense, but I’m really tired—“ Tommy cuts him off.

“Bullshit. You’re not tired, you’re avoiding me.”

“I—“ And that’s true, but he can’t say that to Tommy. Tommy gives him a long-suffering stare.

“Look. You lie so fucking bad a four-year-old on a sugar high could spot it. You sat at the other end of the table when we went to eat, you wouldn’t talk to me on the bus, and I saw you going out the other door when I came in to get into costume. I don’t have the fucking plague, okay? If I was gonna yell at you over the damned text I would have already, okay, so just knock off the shit because now I’m getting pissed over this whole not talking to me thing when you promised all of us you’d play us straight.”

Adam wants to get pissed back, wants to tell Tommy to get the fuck off the bus and let him sleep. Instead he looks down at the floor, because Tommy is right. Adam can’t make excuses for himself; he’s been treating Tommy like shit all day long. “ . . . I’m sorry.”

“You should be. Man, you think this is news to me or something? Monte told me the reason you asked me to audition on bass was because you thought I was cute. I’ve known for months.” Adam’s bed is set on bolted-down risers to provide storage space beneath, and Tommy’s legs dangle over the side. He kicks his feet back and forth. “Only reason I didn’t tell you I was bi when you said I was straight is because I didn’t want to fuck up and lose my job if shit didn’t work out. I like this gig. It’s the shit. It’s what music should be.”

Adam’s sure there should be some kind of intelligent reply to that, but he can’t for the life of him think what it should be, so he settles for staring. Tommy pulls something out of his hoodie pocket and tosses it to Adam, who catches it more by reflex than any kind of actual intention.

“My phone!”

“Dale went back to the hotel to see if Housekeeping just didn’t turn it in yet,” Tommy tells him. “So can we talk, or are you gonna keep being a shit because you got drunk last night?”

Adam sets the phone in its dock and sits on the bed, putting as much space between himself and Tommy as he can without looking like he’s deliberately trying to. “Look, I—“

“You assumed,” Tommy says, and Adam can’t help smirking at the way Tommy makes ‘assume’ sound far filthier than ‘fuck,’ “you just assumed I was going to be pissed off. Even if I was straight I wouldn’t care. If I cared, I would have bugged out a long time ago. You don’t get all pissy when girls say you’re hot, do you?”

“No, but—“

“So why’s it matter what junk you’ve got? It’s still a compliment, right? You’re the one who’s always getting pissy over double standards.” Tommy leans over and puts a hand on the back of Adam’s neck. “And you are shit at picking up nonverbal cues, man. I’m pretty sure this—“ and he presses his mouth to Adam’s, nipping Adam’s lower lip before pulling away and resting their foreheads together—“in front of three thousand people should’ve been what most people call a hint that I’m not scared of you, Adam.”

There is, in some universe, an intelligent reply to what Tommy’s saying, but that universe is not the one in which Adam’s coherent brain has just been wiped completely clean. Instead he touches Tommy’s face, trying to buy himself a couple of seconds of thinking time. “Tommy Joe Ratliff, are you hitting on me?”

It sounds lame, and as soon as he hears Tommy snort laughter he wishes he hadn’t said it, at least until Tommy answers him. “Man, you are so fucking thick. If I was hitting on you, I wouldn’t be on your bed. This is called ‘trying to fuck you’.”
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:30 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 4/??
have more <3
etharei
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:41 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 5/??
:D

I LOVE YOU. WOULD YOU LIKE ME TO BEAR YOUR CHILDREN? This is, like, just what I needed after my own fairly crappy day. Thank you so fucking much ♥
janesgravity
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:48 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 5/??
Lol. I love you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiis much
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 07:53 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 5/??
I have no need of kidlings, but if you feel like feeling any prompts I am the anon who came up with Adam having a kid.


And you are quite welcome. I hope the rest is to the same standard.



recaptcha: samuel opyruts. I had no idea Samuel did that.
janesgravity
Sep. 23rd, 2010 08:05 am (UTC)
MILE HIGH CLUB
Okay, so apparently the flight to Singapore is stupidly long. GIVE ME PORN.

IDGAF what pairing. Hell if you give me femme slash for this, you will win an internet. GO NUTS.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 08:06 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 5/??
*filling. Anon has fail.
etharei
Sep. 23rd, 2010 08:34 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 5/??
I decree that it is not fail if the recipient understood the statement :D
(Anonymous)
Sep. 23rd, 2010 08:36 am (UTC)
FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 6/??
Adam tries to be pissed and can’t. Instead he scoots awkwardly down the bed, wondering whose bright idea it was to set up his bed so even his feet can barely touch the floor (oh yeah, he thinks, probably Neil’s). When he’s close enough to put an arm around Tommy’s shoulders he reaches out, only to find himself flat on his back.

“Uh-uh,” Tommy tells him. “You’re the one who had the shitty day, I think you can stand to chill.” He kicks off his creepers and hoists himself up onto the bed. “Roll over.”

“Hey—“ Adam’s ready to protest when Tommy’s hand covers his mouth.

“Look, cut it out with the Type A anal-retentive bullshit and just roll over before you have an aneurysm or something,” Tommy says, and finally Adam pulls himself up onto the bed and rolls onto his stomach. He dislikes taking orders, but he also knows a futile fight when he hears one, and he’s not in the mood for an argument.

Something cool drizzles over his shoulders, and he twitches involuntarily. Then Tommy’s hands are on his shoulders, rubbing out all the bullshit of this most incredibly shitty day, and Adam nearly melts right through the mattress in relief (and pleasure; rough fingers or no, Tommy could probably pick up a small fortune moonlighting as a massage therapist).

“So what was with Neil putting that shit online, anyway?” Tommy asks, not laughing, just curious, working the heels of his hands down Adam’s spine.

“Probably pissed at me for hooking up his iPod to play Cher at top volume on infinite repeat when he turned it on and changing the language settings so he had to fuck with it to shut it off,” Adam comments. “He probably cracked right around the fifteenth repeat of ‘Life After Love’. You know, the one with all the synth in it.”

“I think that’s called Believe.”

“Same thing.” Tommy hits a spot at the back of Adam’s neck, and Adam moans aloud. He can feel Tommy’s grin in the air as he presses his thumbs against it again.

“Good spot?”

“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit . . . “ Adam doesn’t so much say it as breathe it, and as soon as he does he feels Tommy’s hands travel down his arms, working out the little knots and tensions there. Then Tommy reaches his hands, and even when he’s halfway to being a melted little pool of Adam in the middle of the bed he can’t help hissing and yanking his hand back. He thinks he managed to cover the missing nail all right for the show, but it still hurts like hell. Tommy picks his hand up—from the wrist, obviously not sure where the sore spot is—and then bends one of Adam’s fingers gently.

“When’d this happen?”

“This morning. At the hotel.” The stab of pain from the press against his finger is gone, but the ache lingers a little, and Adam wonders if you’re supposed to get your hand looked at when you’re down half a fingernail. Then Tommy lifts Adam’s hand to his lips and kisses the cut on the pad of his finger, and Adam stops wondering. Instead he rolls onto his side, and Tommy smirks down at him.

“Feeling better?”

“Way better.” Adam sits up and reaches out to pull Tommy into his arms—he’s chilled, he’ll do a bit of cuddling if he feels like it. Tommy obliges, throwing one leg over Adam’s knees to straddle his legs and lean against his chest. Then he reaches for the zip on Adam’s jeans and pulls it, and before Adam can properly get his brain around what’s happening Tommy’s pushed his legs apart and all Adam can do is lean back against the wall that serves him as a headboard and try not to be noisy enough for Dale to stop the bus and come find out if he’s okay.

Tommy isn’t the best at giving head Adam’s ever slept with, but given the choice between enthusiastic but unpracticed and expert but uninterested, Adam’s preference is definitely with the first every time. He runs his fingers through Tommy’s hair, wishing he had a realistic way to pull off Tommy’s hoodie that didn’t involve more acrobatics than Cirque du Soleil and deciding it can wait. In the meantime he’s gaining a much more intimate acquaintance with Tommy’s tongue. And I thought he was a good kisser.

Tommy pulls off, and Adam takes the first opportunity to strip him to the waist. “You wear too many fucking clothes, Tommy.”


Anon regrets that it is 4:30am and she needs sleep. Back tomorrow for more!
janesgravity
Sep. 23rd, 2010 08:49 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 6/??
anon is awesome
anathema64
Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:37 am (UTC)
FILL OF SORTS: MILE HIGH CLUB PT. 1
So I've never actually written femmeslash, but I enjoy a challenge, so have a quickly written comment fic. (Also, it’s like 2:30 in the morning, so forgive any incoherency. <3)

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"Shh," Sasha whispered, fingers trailing up under Cam's blanket and dipping down into her shirt. "We can't do this if you wake everyone up."

"Easy for you to say," Cam huffed, biting her lip to muffle a whimper when a nail scraped lightly over her nipple.

Sasha leaned closer, tongue trailing along the curve of Cam's ear. "I have an idea," she said, unbuckling her seat belt. "Wait a couple of minutes and then meet me in the bathroom."

Before Cam could question, Sasha was out of her seat and walking towards the back of the plane, eyebrows raised in a clear challenge. Cam had never been one to refuse a challenge, so after a few minutes (excruciating ones with her skin still tingling and her hands twitching) she was following in the same direction Sasha had gone in.

She found the occupied restroom and only knocked once before the door was opening and Sasha's hand was closing around her wrist to pull her in.

"It's about time," Sasha teased, locking the door and trapping Cam against it.

"You're awfully pushy tonight," Cam commented, arching into the body pressed flush against hers and the mouth hot on her neck.

Sasha licked up to her ear, teeth biting gently at the lobe. "You're the one who said you were too wound up to sleep," she said, pushing Cam's shirt up with one hand. "Now shut up and get up on the counter."

Cam obeyed, careful to avoid the faucet as she hopped up onto the small space. Sasha went back to sucking kisses onto her neck, pulling at the waist of Cam's pants and groaning in disapproval when they refused to budge. Cam lifted herself up enough to help, the sink cold against her now bare skin as her pants were pushed down around her ankles. Sasha shoved her shirt up just enough to expose her breasts, cupping one with her hand and working on the other with her mouth.

"Don't have a lot of time," she mumbled, tongue flicking against a nipple, immediately followed by the scrape of teeth.

"Don't need a lot of time," Cam breathed, her skin already burning hot.

Sasha's mouth continued to work at the oversensitive flesh as her hand moved south, nails scraping across Cam's stomach. She pressed against Cam's clit, laughing when she jerked in response, before continuing the path and slipping a finger inside her. It slid in easily, Cam already so wet for it, and she pulled it out to add another, pushing in slower this time.

"You need this so bad, don't you?" she asked, lips trailing across Cam's skin to her other breast and locking around the nipple.

"Don’t tease, faster," Cam moaned, hands scrabbling to find a grip on something and setting for the soft hairs at the back of Sasha's head.

Sasha picked up her pace, pumping her fingers in and out of Cam and relishing in the small sounds escaping her mouth and the way she moved against Sasha's hand, always wanting more.

When the plane shook slightly, turbulence hitting, it caused Sasha's fingers to push deeper inside of Cam and she gasped out, "More, please, fuck, more."

Sasha added a third finger, continuing the brutal pace even when Cam's legs suddenly wrapped around her, pulling her closer and changing the angle. The change was obviously better for Cam because her moans grew louder and her hands tightened in Sasha's hair. She was so close, right on the edge, and Sasha rubbed her thumb against her clit as she worked other her fingers deep inside her. The additional sensation was just enough and she came with a choked cry, muscles spasming around Sasha's hand.

"Oh god," she said, still out of breath as she slumped forward against Sasha and whimpering when she pulled her fingers out finally.
anathema64
Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:37 am (UTC)
Re: FILL OF SORTS: MILE HIGH CLUB PT. 2
Sasha grabbed a couple of paper towels, making sure they were both cleaned off and helping her back into her pants. "Think you can sleep now?" she asked, pressing her mouth against Cam's, soft and slow.

"I'm probably good," Cam replied, tongue swiping lightly at Sasha's bottom lip as the kiss deepened.

Sasha pulled away, running her fingers through Cam’s hair to smooth it. "Meet you out there," she said, straightening both of their clothes and stealing one more kiss before Cam slipped out of the bathroom.

When Sasha joined her back at their seats, Cam was already mostly asleep, half curled up and blanket slipping down her arm. She chuckled and sat down, buckling herself in and pulling Cam's blanket up the whole way. Turned out to be a good flight after all, she thought, putting her headphones in and leaning back against her seat.
janesgravity
Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:52 am (UTC)
Re: FILL OF SORTS: MILE HIGH CLUB PT. 2
Oh. ngh THANK YOU
etharei
Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:54 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 6/??
I LOVE YOU ANON AND THANK YOU FOR WRITING ALL THAT YOU HAVE SO FAR ♥
xxvikixx
Sep. 23rd, 2010 09:56 am (UTC)
Re: FILL OF SORTS: MILE HIGH CLUB PT. 2
Hot!
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