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Aug. 13th, 2010 02:44 pm (UTC)
I don't care which of the two but I want one of them waking up to the other giving attention to the other's cock. Just that or actual sex is to the author's discretion :)

That reads as confusing, right. Either Tommy wakes up to Adam paying attention to his cock or Adam wakes up to Tommy doing that *grins*

Edited at 2010-08-13 02:45 pm (UTC)
Aug. 13th, 2010 03:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy: Plot line of song “Lola” by the Kinks
I'mma just shamelessly jump in here and bat my eyelashes too pllleaseeee
Aug. 13th, 2010 03:17 pm (UTC)
Adam/Tommy/Terrance threesome in which Terrance is helping Tommy ~open Adam's eyes.

Tommy is absolutely crazy about Adam but Adam just assumes its hero worship or Tommy being curious. Tommy is frustrated and desperate and Terrance offers to help Tommy get Adam's attention. Maybe in Adam's ~lair after a show or even better if they get into Adam's hotel room and are fooling around when he shows up.

Terrance is not ignored but is totally okay with and maybe even hoping for being a bit neglected when things click into place for Adam and Tommy
Aug. 13th, 2010 04:07 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Adam/Tommy Crossdressing Pt 7 (END)
Ohmygod there aren't enough words in the English language to describe how fucking happy this made me. Thank you so much, I absolutely adored it! :D It was hot but you really did well with the humor and with drunk!Tommy and making him seem realistic.
Aug. 13th, 2010 06:23 pm (UTC)
Adam/Tommy - chair!sex, costumes off, lipstick smear
Aug. 13th, 2010 07:12 pm (UTC)
Terrance and Tommy
Seriously why has this not been written?? I mean come on!! Tommy talking about Terrance's abs on twitter... being jealous of fans getting to hang out with "Dante" (terrance's ass) Seriously!! Tommy makes it too easy...

Please.. I need Tommy all hot and bothered about how FREAKING HOT Terrance is... and then does something about it... PLEASE!!

Aug. 13th, 2010 07:23 pm (UTC)
Re: Terrance and Tommy
Aug. 13th, 2010 10:27 pm (UTC)
Tommy/Adam, with possible Tommy/OC
Based on trufax, and made possible by the wonder of internetz.

Someone tweets Tommy a pic of himself in a very compromising position. I'd like it if his reaction to it was somewhere along the lines of O_O, and then he calls someone and screams "YOU SWORE THERE WERE NO PICTURES OF THAT". Cue to questions, admissions and possible sexytiemz
Aug. 13th, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
Oh... want. Also, Tommy and Terrance would look so, so pretty together...
Aug. 13th, 2010 10:28 pm (UTC)
Re: Tommy/Terrance/Taylor threesome
Yey! I second this!
Aug. 13th, 2010 10:33 pm (UTC)
Adam/Tommy/maybe more people
The glamily, too much alcohol and a sort of game of truth or dare. Everyone has to name three bulletproof kinks. Go crazy!
Aug. 13th, 2010 10:41 pm (UTC)
Fill: Fame is No Excuse for Bad Behavior 1/4
note to OP: I wrote this based off the prompt in the prompts post, which doesn't mention that you wanted sex. Hence, no sex. Sorry! Angst, though! Anggggssstttt. Seriously, someone else should write this and make it sexy but I fail at sexy + punishment spanking.

Tommy had the dressing room to himself for once, if only because everyone else had a thing that they had to get to, which no one articulated, but Tommy was pretty sure that it involved a phone plus sex for at least two of them. In any case, he was alone about five minutes after the show ended. It had been an O.K. show. Not great, but they hadn't had a bad show and from the looks of things they weren't going to. He had his bag sitting on the make up counter and was just rifling through it looking for his iPod when Adam flung himself into the room. He'd changed already, into a t-shirt and jeans, but rhinestones still surrounded his eyes and his hair dripped with glitter and sweat. Tommy hadn't had a chance to say anything to him after the show, since Adam had taken off and shut himself into his private dressing room. He'd wanted to pop in, but Monte had dragged him away. ("Dude. Trust me, now is not a good time.") Tommy had taken Monte's word for it, since he'd known Adam the longest and tended to have a better sense of his signs.

His first indication that Monte was right came when Adam yelled 'Fuck!'. The second was the flying vase that missed Tommy by inches. It smashed into the wall in front of him and dropped to the floor in a mess of shards, water and cut flowers. Shit, Adam never could make a quiet entrance, could he? "Problem?" Tommy asked. He wondered if the vase was expensive as he looked at it out of the corner of his eye.

"The sound was shit, the lighting guy couldn't find me again, and if I have to sing Mad World again I'm going to throw up. Right on the fucking stage." Adam was prowling the perimeter of the room, probably looking for something else to throw. Tommy subtly moved in front of his iPhone and swept it into his bag for safety.

"Adam, you know some venues have better local help than others. And no one is making you sing that song."

"Tell me why we have rehearsal, then? I'm fucking sick of these podunk venues." He found a bottle of nail polish. It exploded against the wall in a mess of green shrapnel.

"Quit it," Tommy said. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Using one hand to shake his hair free of bits of glass, he grabbed Adam's wrist with the other and gave him a good tug. Adam shoved him off.

"You know how serious I take my performances. When people are fucking it up night after night--"

Tommy shoved right back. Monte might be able to read Adam's signs, but there was one thing he'd never truly get, and that was the fine art of bratdom. A person needed to be one to understand one, and Tommy had that covered. What he was looking at now was a full-scale meltdown. And God help him if he didn't throw himself in front of it, the repercussions could be endless if Adam were allowed to leave the room in this state of mind. Just between here and the exit were thirty people he could piss off, thirty people who could call into radio stations and create a PR nightmare. Adam stumbled backwards, but caught himself before he went far. "It's not 'night after night', " Tommy said. "It's been two nights and not even consecutive ones, so whatever bug you've got up your ass, get it out."

"Wouldn't expect you to understand." Adam glared at him like he was going to come again. Like he wanted to. Tommy should let him, maybe. Burning a little steam off was obviously what he needed, but there was no way Tommy was putting his face at risk just because Adam was playing rockstar. He ignored Adam's attempt at baiting him. It was needless distraction. "You know what you need?"

Aug. 13th, 2010 10:42 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Fame is No Excuse for Bad Behavior 2/4
"What?" Adam bit the word at him, snapped it like celery between his teeth.

Tommy eased forward, as cautious as if he were approaching a feral animal, but confident too because that was how such animals needed to be approached. "You know what you need," he said again, not a question this time. "That's why you're in here. You could have thrown things in your own dressing room. But you came here. You came where you'd be seen because you want me to stop you, don't you? Want me to punish you for acting like this." He reached for Adam's wrist again, brushed his fingers over the bare skin. Holy shit if he had this wrong, Adam would fire him. He'd be out of the best job he'd ever had, Adam would never speak to him again; it would be shit. Jobless in this economy. Not good. "Is that what you need, Adam? Need me to punish you? Like a little kid? You think I won't?" He kept his eyes on Adam's face as he crept forward, easing in bit by bit until his thumb and forefinger circled as much of Adam's wrist as they could. "Should I put you over my knee and spank the obnoxious right out of you?" Adam had gone totally still. His expression was a blank mask that stopped most people cold.

But not Tommy. Not now. "Say it," he said. He kept his voice low, the better to let Adam know who was in charge. Adam didn't move. "You think I can't?" Tommy asked. "You think I won't?"

Finally, Adam turned his head, just a tiny bit, and a smirk bloomed on his lips. "Think you can't unless I let you."

"Let me guess," Tommy said. "You're not planning on that?" He couldn't help the smile...no, make that grin that was pushing up from his inside, hot on the trail of the adrenaline that always came when people were underestimating him. It was a mistake they rarely made twice.

Adam shoved him backwards, with more force this time. Precious seconds passed as Tommy caught his breath from landing against the wall. Adam started to walk away. Tommy pushed himself off the wall, took two running steps and launched himself at Adam. He dove into Adam's knees, knocking him to the floor with a curse and guttural protest. Moving quickly to take advantage of the shock, Tommy wrapped his legs around Adam's to hold them together. He yanked Adam's belt open, pulling it off as Adam started bucking beneath him. Tommy clenched his thighs tighter, wrapped his arms around Adam's waist and held on.

"Get off!" Even without seeing Adam's face, Tommy could imagine how red it had to be. He sounded like he was spitting fire.

Tommy bore down, gritting his teeth against the image that he was wrestling a dragon. "No. Not unless you tell me you don't want this."

"Get the fuck off!" Adam pushed Tommy's arms, but his hands glanced off them. His struggle was all just for show. Tommy wasn't for show, though, and if Adam didn't realize that yet, he was about to because Tommy got Adam's zipper down, squeezed his fingers into the zero-space between Adam's hips and his underwear, and shoved them down his ass along with his jeans. For a second, neither Tommy nor Adam moved. Tommy lay plastered against Adam's back and legs, his chest flat against Adam's ass, Adam's belt gripped in his mouth since he couldn't hold it with his hands. Then Adam bucked again, right when Tommy was starting to relax. He should have known that would be a mistake. Tommy still had good hold of him, though, so he rode it out as Adam thrashed. Adam pitched forward, almost dislodging him. The belt fell from his mouth. Tommy grabbed his hair and yanked, forcing Adam's head backwards until Adam finally stopped moving. He eased forward, keeping his grip tight, until he could look at Adam's face and saw tears beading in the corners of his eyes from the pain. The unapproachable mask was gone, replaced with confusion as if Adam couldn't understand why Tommy would hurt him like this.
Aug. 13th, 2010 10:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Fame is No Excuse for Bad Behavior 3/4
"This isn't how I want to do it," Tommy said, giving him another tug. Adam's mouth fell open and a whimper escaped. "But you don't get to fight me off. Now you tell me what you need. Not what you want, but what you need. You understand the difference?" He eased up enough to allow a nod. "All right. So what does the bratty, obnoxious, self-entitled rockstar need?"

Adam mumbled something. Tommy lifted off him enough to get his hand over Adam's ass. He gave him a single smack. Adam hitched up, but the hand in his hair kept him from going anywhere. Tommy smacked him again.

"Say it so I can hear you," he said.

"Please. Don't make me ask--" He sounded so lost. Tommy's heart almost broke, but that was exactly the wrong thing, the opposite of what Adam needed.

"You don't have to ask. I'm going to give it to you. You only have to say it." He wanted to kiss Adam's shoulder, but that was softness for another time. He eased his grip, though, a minor sign of faith. Adam seemed to accept it full fold, collapsing as much as his new freedom allowed. Tommy spanked him again to bring his focus back around. "Well?"

"Spank me," Adam said. His voice sounded rough. It was more a challenge than a request.

"That's what you need?"

"Yes." It didn't sound like he quite believed it. Tommy entertained the notion that maybe Adam wasn't very good at being a brat, maybe he hadn't even been exposed to this aspect of it. From Tommy's own experience, he'd out grown those tendencies that got him spanked when he was thirteen, but maybe being suddenly famous was like a second childhood and in this one Adam was throwing fits when before he hadn't been like that at all. He wondered if there was a subtle way to bring this up with Adam's mother.

There was a towel on the floor that he had used for taking his makeup off. He grabbed it and pushed it into Adam's hand. "Bite on this if you think you're going to scream." Wordlessly, Adam folded it and gagged himself.

Tommy didn't wait for Adam to change his mind. He got off him and just as quickly slid his legs underneath so they were pushing Adam's ass up. It was a soft shade of pink already, nicely warmed for the belt that Tommy now raised over it. He checked on Adam's expression first and saw that he was hiding his face in his folded arms. The towel spilled over them. Placing his hand on Adam's back to steady him, Tommy laid down the first blow. He heard a muffled cry and held on as Adam kicked out, but his movements were constricted by his jeans so he didn't get fair. Tommy didn't wait for him to settle before he hit him again, placing this one below the first. He laid stripes all the way down Adam's ass as Adam snuffled beneath him. His back was tense, though, as if he would bolt any second--as if with each blow he was imagining flipping them over and reversing the circumstances.

That wouldn't do.
Aug. 13th, 2010 10:47 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Fame is No Excuse for Bad Behavior 4/4
Tommy yanked Adam's pants down further and struck him over his fragile thighs to make sure that Adam understood that. Even with the towel in his mouth, Tommy could hear the scream. A renewed effort to get away followed, but a little bit of pressure on his back stopped that. Tommy knew that Adam didn't really want to get away. If he did, Tommy would probably be unconscious, having been knocked out from hitting his head on the wall when Adam threw him. There wasn't all that much stopping Adam from getting up--nothing but a bit of pressure from Tommy's hand and Adam's conscience, maybe, and if he was using that then things couldn't be all bad. Tommy might even call it progress.

He whacked Adam's thighs again. The skin pinked up even faster than his ass had. It already looked like it was going to bruise. Looking up Adam's back to see if he had moved, Tommy saw shoulders heaving and settling and Adam rolling his face against his arms. "Adam?"

Adam lifted himself up to his hands and knees. Tommy's hand slid off his back. He wobbled above Tommy. The towel laid on the floor below his head.

"All right?" Tommy asked. Adam rolled backwards, grabbed his jeans and slowly stood up, pulling them up too. He winced as he dragged them over his ass, but otherwise his face was just as blank as before. Only the still-wet trail of tears indicated that anything had happened. Tommy got up. "Adam?" He reached for him, but Adam twisted just enough to keep him from reaching. It could have been an unconscious movement, since Adam didn't seem to be aware that Tommy was even next to him.

"I'm fine," he said. "Thank you." He spoke stiffly, leaving no question that the 'thank you' was a rote response to Tommy's asking how he was, not gratitude for what Tommy had done. Pants zipped, he held his hand out. After a second, Tommy gave him the belt. He started threading it back into the loops.

Tommy hadn't expected this. What experience he had with spanking had been with girls and had been fun, mostly, but they'd always wanted hugs after and to be cuddled. Adam was acting like he didn't even know Tommy's name. "Well, look, I'm around if you want or if you need--"

"Have to get to the bus," Adam said, cutting him off. "I'm going to go apologize to the sound guy. I may have been a little sharp with him earlier."

"Oh." Tommy wanted to grab him and force a hug on him, but things were different now than they had been ten minutes earlier. They were different. This might be one thing that he couldn't wrestle Adam into admitting he needed.

"See you later," Adam said. He walked out, shoulders held in a perfect line. At the door, he turned and his eyes held Tommy frozen in place. "Thanks."

"Any time," Tommy said, but he was choking on it. The punishment might have helped Adam, but the result wasn't what Tommy had wanted at all.

The End
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