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Sep. 26th, 2010 11:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 7
I am blown away by this. You are bringing such a tenderness to this horrible set of circumstances. I'm not even sure how to put my reaction to this into words rn.
Sep. 26th, 2010 11:29 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 7
Love it. Poor Tommy. He really is in hell. At least he has two good friends nearby. TY.
Sep. 26th, 2010 11:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 7
Wow, this is so good hun!
Sep. 26th, 2010 11:49 pm (UTC)
filled: Mirage
typing this in the comment box so sorry for errors.

There was something in the weed. Probably there were other reasons for Isaac to have accidentally walked into a utility closet--hotel with a billion rooms, bad sense of direction, hadn't slept in twenty-four hours--but he was going to blame it on the weed.

The other thing he was going to blame on it? The hallucination in front of him that looked a hell of a lot like Tommy with his pants down and his shirt rucked up, legs around Adam's naked hips and his back sliding up and down the wall.

These hallucinations passed if he stood still a minute.

"Think he wants to join in," Tommy said. Adam turned around. He arched an eyebrow. Isaac gave him an up-nod. He didn't normally interact with the hallucinations. Except that one time. L.A. Desert. Woke up with a cactus. Not good.

"Nah," Adam said. "Think he wants to fuck you. That it Isaac?" Adam was still staring at him, looking a little evil with his half-smile smug as a boss. "You thinking about how tight our Tommy is? He loves cock sliding into him. Don't you, baby?" Adam kept right on fucking him while he talked. Tommy writhed and shook, his head lolling back and forth as he fisted Adam's shirt to keep himself upright.

"Love it," Tommy said. He pulled himself up and bit Adam on the shoulder.

Isaac pinched his nose. Usually it didn't take this long. He palmed his cock over his jeans, then figured 'what the hell' and took it out. Fantasizing about two guys was new, but he wasn't going to waste an erection, was he? Might make it awkward at breakfast, but he was hardly going to tell Tommy and Adam they'd been his wank material.

"Nice," Adam said.

"Thanks." Isaac responded automatically to the compliment. Manners and all.

"Don't think he wants to fuck me," Tommy said. He had dropped his legs down to Adam's thighs and hoisted himself up higher like Adam was a tree to be climbed.

"No?" Adam asked. "What's he want then?"

"He wants you to fuck him."

They both looked over at Isaac; Adam with renewed interest and Tommy now with that smugness. Isaac spit on his hand and jerked off a little faster.

"You want to feel Adam's cock in you? Think you can take it? Feels so good inside you, stretching you out, stroking you on the inside so perfect." Tommy dropped down again, startling a grunt out of himself and Adam as he slid down his cock. Adam held onto Tommy's hips and fucked him hard a few times. Tommy's mouth fell open as he stared at Isaac. "Yeah. Fucking biggest I've ever. Fuck."

"Coming baby. Where do you want it?" Adam asked between stuttered breaths.

"Face," Tommy said with as much difficulty.

Adam pulled him off his cock and lowered him to the floor. Tommy dropped to his knees; mouth open, eyes closed. "You decide which one of us you want to be yet?" Adam asked as he emptied himself in stripes across Tommy's cheeks and eyes and lips.

Isaac shuddered out his release. It splattered on the linoleum floor. He gave himself a few seconds to come back down before putting himself away. He looked up, expecting to be alone. Instead, Tommy and Adam were standing next to the utility sink. Adam was gently washing Tommy's face. They didn't turn around when Isaac tripped over his feet turning towards the door.

He stood out in the hall going over it. Since when did hallucinations seem more into each other than him? That was some kind of fucked up fantasy, right? His hand was still on the doorknob. He could open it again and just check. Maybe it was real...

Laughing to himself, he pulled his hand away and stumbled down the hall. There was no fucking way that was real.

the end
Sep. 26th, 2010 11:54 pm (UTC)
Re: filled: Mirage
jfc, hot like burning
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:06 am (UTC)
Based on this tweet from Isaac: "We can't wait to be there! Tommy and I are going to do yoga and get ripped next week so you might not even recognize us though." Do with it what you will.
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:14 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (8/?)
It didn’t quite go like Adam was expecting, not at first. He’d expected Mike to fall on Tommy, hold him open and fuck him into the mattress without a second thought. He hadn’t expected this, the way Mike was staring down, face drawn tight with concentration as he rimmed Tommy’s hole with the tip of a lube-slick finger. Mike was on his knees in front of the bed while Tommy laid on his back so that his ass was right at the edge of the mattress while his hands gripped the backs of his own knees, holding himself open for what Mike was doing.

And what he was doing was teasing, the tip of his finger a gentle pressure at Tommy’s hole, circling, working the puckered flesh slowly. Finally, Mike began to press in, tipping the bottle of lube in his other hand so that more slick moisture slid over his fingers as he pushed two of them in, slowly still. Adam didn’t understand it. If he didn’t know better, if he hadn’t seen everything that came before, if he wasn’t looking away every once in a while to see the way the other men in the room stared, fixated, he would have mistaken Mike and Tommy for two lovers, alone, with all the time in the world.

He watched Mike push his fingers in to the hilt, holding steady for a moment before pulling them back out, twisting his wrist as he went. He pushed them back into Tommy again, still twisting his wrist, concentrating, biting his lip until something made Tommy gasp, eyes going wide. The tension on Mike’s face eased at that, self-satisfied smile hitching his lips as he did whatever it was over and over again, until Tommy’s gasps flowed together and softened into moaning. Eventually, Mike let go of the bottle of lube, dropping it onto the bed and wrapping his free hand around Tommy’s cock, stroking it softly, working it into full hardness while his fingers kept thrusting in and out of Tommy, wrist twisting, catching against that spot inside him.

Instead of settling into it, falling completely into the pleasure betrayed by the way his body instinctively thrust into Mike’s fist and pushed down on his fingers, Tommy began to struggle against it, letting go of his legs to push against Mike’s hand on his cock. Tommy looked frantic, ashamed at his own reaction to what was being done to him.

“I don’t want…I don’t….” he murmured weakly, trying to shake Mike off him.

Instantly, Cade was back, one hand pressing down on Tommy’s chest and holding him still.

“Stop it. You don’t deserve what Mike’s doing for you. You don’t deserve to enjoy it. So stop fighting it, you worthless idiot, and be fucking grateful.”

“Yeah, Tommy, let everyone see how hot you’re getting for me. Let them see you come for me,” Mike said, screwing his fingers into Tommy and stroking his cock at the same time.

Adam stared at the man for a long moment, stared at the half-mocking smile on his face for almost a minute before he realized what he was playing at. Mike was showing off, putting on a display for the others, preening, wanting to prove how good he was by making Tommy come. And maybe, there was something darker to it as well, maybe Tommy’s humiliation at his own body’s betrayal did something for Mike. Maybe he got off on the way Tommy bit his lips and fresh tears streaked down his face as Mike finger-fucked him and stroked his cock, working him, teasing, stroking until Tommy arched up, body seizing as he came, cum spilling past Mike’s hand and onto his abdomen.
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:20 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (9/?)
“Such a good boy,” Mike murmured after pulling his fingers free and wiping them on Tommy’s inner thigh. Then he tipped the bottle of lube over his raging erection, slicking himself before batting Tommy’s hands away and gripping the backs of his knees himself, holding Tommy open as he pushed in, slipping past the puckered rim and sliding in deep until he was completely buried in Tommy’s ass.

Tommy whined when Mike bottomed-out inside him, a high, keening sound, as his hands clutched at the bed sheets. For his part Mike gasped out, pulling out a few inches before slamming his cock back in to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he groaned out as he did it again, jerking Tommy’s body with the force of his thrust. “You guys need to feel this,” Mike said over his shoulder. “The little slut feels so fucking good around my dick, so hot and tight and—fuck—so good.” He turned back then, ignoring the others now, face screwed tight with concentration again as he slid his cock in and out of Tommy’s wide-spread ass, fucking him hard, pounding his small body into the mattress.

He fucked Tommy for a long while, minutes passing by in a haze filled with Mike’s groans and Tommy’s gasps and whimpers as the man above him used him, ramming into his body over and over again. Finally, after what seemed like an hour, Mike came, head flung back, crying out as he jerked against Tommy, pumping his cum into him.

The moment Mike rolled away, another man stepped up to the bed, meaty fingers stroking his cock as he looked down at where Tommy lay spread-eagled on the bed, inner thighs slick with lube.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said, reaching down to pull Tommy up when Tommy failed to move immediately.

There was no preamble this time, just a hand curled around Tommy’s right shoulder and another around his left hip as the new man shoved his cock in deep and began to fuck Tommy on his hands and knees. They were positioned on the bed so that Tommy was almost directly facing the bathroom door, so this time, Adam could see his entire face. This time, he saw the way Tommy’s lips hung open, little gasps and whimpers pushed out by the cock driving deep into his ass. He saw the way Tommy bit down on his bottom lip every once in a while in a futile attempt to hold back the sounds escaping him. He saw the way Tommy’s eyes squeezed shut in a shamed expression each time the man using him spoke to him, calling him every filthy name Adam had ever heard before and some that he hadn’t.

Tommy collapsed onto the bed with a moan after the second man pulled away only to be repositioned by the next man. This time, he was on his side in the middle of the bed while the man pushed his cock in from behind him, one arm holding Tommy’s right leg up in the air. Adam watched the man press his lips to Tommy’s ears, whispering things to him that Adam couldn’t hear. Adam saw Tommy shake his head after something the man said, only to cry out in pain when the man responded with a particularly brutal thrust. Instantly, Tommy’s hand was on his own cock, stroking it, murmuring how he loved the cock pounding into his ass, how badly he wanted it, how he wanted to take it over and over every day of his life. Tommy kept on stroking his cock as the man fucked him from behind, sobbing when orgasm took him, body betraying him for the second time while a roomful of men looked on, waiting for their turn.
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:22 am (UTC)
I want Terrance and Isaac ~fighting for Tommy's attention.

(If this ends in sex, fantastic!)
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:30 am (UTC)
Re: filled: Mirage
This was really good, would love to see what happens the next morning, lol.
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:35 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (9/?)
I'm going to hell, but this is hot. Please keep going.
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:37 am (UTC)
FILL: Fly Away With You 4/??
Adam’s waiting to crush Tommy’s ribs when Tommy finds the dining room, and then there’s a momentary holdup on dinner while the entire crew piles on top of him. “I worried about you,” Adam scolds, and Tommy can’t help grinning against Adam’s shirt.

“I only look like a blushing virgin, you know,” he says, and he’s immediately thankful it got half-mumbled into Adam’s shoulder. The problem with flirting onstage is that it eventually bleeds offstage, and then the second-guessing starts. Adam finally lets him go, and Tommy finds a seat.

“They said we might have over ten thousand people tonight,” Sasha says, and Tommy pauses in the middle of grabbing a skewer of meat. Ten thousand people is even more than Puyallup, and that was huge. Ten thousand people is enough to fill a small town, and they have to bring it. He glances in Adam’s direction to see what Adam thinks of the idea of performing to a crowd that size, but Adam’s deep in conversation with Monte, snickering into a glass of water. No stage fright there, Tommy thinks.

The rest of the night passes in a rushed blur; a couple of times Tommy sees Adam trying in vain to keep enough concealer on his face to hide at least most of his freckles, and then they’re all onstage in front of a sea of people so big Tommy can’t even try to make out individual faces. He just plays his bass, more than happy with Adam scaling back the kiss to little more than a quick peck—apparently Adam’s also had a peek at the local laws, and if it serves to keep Tommy on-track, well, that’s nobody’s damn business but his own, right. He’s pretty sure they’re going to have to talk about this at some point, because he’s fairly sure it’s all innocent on Adam’s end and getting incredibly complicated very fast on his—or maybe it’s been complicated for awhile and he was just too damned close to the whole fucking thing to see it—but that’s a conversation he’s more than willing to put off for awhile . . . like maybe until after he doesn’t have to worry about getting thrown off the tour.

Tommy’s never heard such loud screaming for his name as when Adam pulls him forward in front of a bunch of F-1 fans and tells them it’s Tommy Joe Ratliff on bass, and then he nearly passes out when the lights flash over the audience. That’s not ten thousand people. There’s no way that’s only ten thousand people. “Only,” right. He doesn’t think he’ll ever know how he got through the rest of the set.

Adam gives him a bottle of water on the walk back to the hotel, and Tommy doesn’t bother trying to hide his shakes. “You’re not on something, are you?” Adam asks, and Tommy shakes his head even as he drains half the bottle in a single swallow.

“No. That was just . . . fuck, Adam, that was intense.”

Adam grins at him, and Tommy has to admit he has a point about looking twelve years old with no makeup on. “Yeah. Wasn’t it awesome?”

“Sure,” Tommy agrees. “It would’ve been even more awesome if I’d had some kind of warning.”

“Want me walk you up to your room?” Adam asks, and after debating briefly with himself Tommy nods, sighing in pleasure as they walk into the lobby and the air conditioning blasts icy coolness over his skin. Adam hits the button for the lift and changes the topic to where Tommy can get a good cheeseburger and a Coke if he wants one—apparently he asked people during the meet and greet. Tommy smiles; it’s only been two days, but until Adam suggested it Tommy didn’t realise how homesick he already is for the States and the kind of junk food that makes Adam cringe.

“Do they have tofu or whatever it is you call that shit you eat?” he asks, and Adam elbows him in the ribs.

“It’s soy, not tofu, and I want to go to Telok Ayer tomorrow,” Adam tells him. “Someone on the website said there’s really good nasi lemak at one of the food stands there.”

“I’m not even going to try to pronounce that,” Tommy answers. Adam laughs.

“It’s rice cooked in coconut milk.”

“What the fuck is it with you and coconuts?” The doors to the lift open. “One of these days you’re going to get cut and instead of bleeding like a normal person you’re going to be oozing fucking coconut water.”
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:41 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Adam Lambert & the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, 8/8
just read all of it and LOVED it!!
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:42 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Fly Away With You 4/??
Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *_*
Sep. 27th, 2010 12:43 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Fly Away With You 4/??

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