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Aug. 13th, 2010 10:51 pm (UTC)
Sasha/Cam, stripper pole
Adam has a stripper pole in his ~lair. Sasha puts on a show for Cam.
Aug. 13th, 2010 11:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: i like my body when it is with your body, 2/2
Just gorgeous :)
Aug. 14th, 2010 12:33 am (UTC)
Adam recieved the invitation in the mail two weeks before the wedding, so obviously he was a last minute addition. You never sent someone a wedding invitation two weeks prior to the event unless you were filling a seat, or worse, Katy was being a bitch about Adam attending. The invitation was all white with lace around the edges, completely unlike Kris, completely like Katy. The part that really got his attention was that the invite admitted him plus a guest. Half of him didn't want to bring anyone, the other half wanted Kris to see him with someone else. The big question was who? Both Brad and Cassidy were out of town. He had a handful of other guy friends but no one that would be willing to pretend to be his date. Adam slipped the invitation back into it's heavy envelope and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. He actually laughed when he saw some of the names, imagining their reactions when he asked them to the wedding. He paused when he reached Tommy's name.

No, that was just a stupid idea. There's no way he would...right now though Adam didn't really have any other options. He clicked the CALL button and held his breath as the phone rang.

"Hello?" The small voice chirped on the other end of the line.

"Tommy! Hey, it's Adam."

"What's up man?"

"Listen, Kris invited me to his wedding and I need to bring a date. I would bring Brad or Cassidy but they're gone, and I would bring a girl but-"

"But you want Kris to see you with someone pretty, which is why you called me." Tommy finished his sentence.

"...Yeah, that's pretty much it." Adam said after a pause.

"Sure, I'll do it. All I need is a suit, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, do you own a suit?" Adam asked carefully.

Tommy snorted. "Of course I own a suit, Adam." He responded, laughter in his voice.

"Alright, just checking. It's in two weeks." He told Tommy.

"Sounds good. I'll see you then."

"Thank you, Tommy." Adam said gratefully, exhaling quickly.

"Yeah, you owe me." Tommy said before hanging up.
Aug. 14th, 2010 12:34 am (UTC)


The church was huge and white, both inside and out. Tulle, lace, and flowers covered almost every inch of the inside, all white. Intricate stained-glass covered every window and the light made pretty patterns on the cherry wood floors. It should've been pretty but everything seemed too big and...holy. Adam adjusted his tie a little and felt a little overwhelmed.

"You're ruining it, let me help you." Tommy said quietly from beside him, clearly not wanting to be here either.

Tommy looked incredibly beautiful in an all black suit, hair blonde and silky, eyes dark and hooded, lips red and glossy, cheeks defined and shimmering with glitter powder. Adam looked equally as dazzling to Tommy in a dust-gray suit with a leopard print tie and matching heeled shoes. Tommy's small fingers quickly loosened Adam's tie slightly without making it look stupid and smiled up at him when he was done.

"There. Now stop acting so nervous. I'm your date, don't even think about Kris. Just be happy for him ,okay?" He said.

Adam sighed and grabbed Tommy's hand. "You're right."

"Adam?" A familiar voice called.

Adam turned quickly toward's Kris' voice. The man was in a tux and looked brilliant. He smiled and hugged Adam upon reaching him and shook Tommy's hand.

"I don't believe we've met, I'm Kris."

"I'm Tommy, Adam's..." Tommy glanced at him in slight confusion. Were they doing this or not?

"Boyfriend, he's my boyfriend." Adam finshed the sentence, slipping an arm around Tommy's waist.

"That's cool." Kris smiled lazily. "But, last I heard you were straight?"

"Oh, that. Haha, well, you know how it is." Tommy laughed casually. "Don't knock it till you try it, that sort of thing."

"I see." Kris said evenly and smiled at Adam. "Well then, go find some seats guys, I have to go find my best man."

Adam and Tommy found a seat a ittle ways back from the alter, Adam not exactly wanting to be the center of attention. Tommy held Adam's hand in his lap and leaned into him. "Makes me want to get married, honey." He said sweetly.

"Haha, yeah." Adam chuckled nervously. Tommy really knew how to keep up appearances.

An elderly woman sitting across from them in the next pew was shooting them the evil ey. Tommy saw thi and tried to bite his lip to keep from laughing. An idea struck him and he leaned up into Adam's neck, nuzzling it softly. Adam looked at Tommy curiously and Tommy cleared his throat and flicked his hair in the direction of the woman. Adam glanced up casually and saw that she was trying to avoid looking at them. Adam grinned.

"You're evil." He hissed at Tommy and Tommy just hummed in agreement, leaning up and capturing Adam's lips in a kiss.

Adam kissed him back and a hand flew up to caress Tommy's cheek softly. When they seperated, Tommy was smiling at him through heavy-lidded eyes.

Aug. 14th, 2010 12:34 am (UTC)

Adam sat cross-legged at a white-cloth covered table, staring out at Kris and Katy sharing their first dance as husband and wife. Adam downed his second glass of champagne and slammed the glass back down.

"Don't get your panties in a twist, Adam. It wouldn't have worked out between you two." Tommy said and patted his knee reassuringly.

"Oh shut up." Adam said, only half-kidding. He sighed after a second and continued. "I just hate that she's so bloody perfect for him."

"I know." Tommy replied and quickly stood up, grabbing Adam's arm and hoisting him up too. "Come on."

"What? I want to sit here and drown my sorrows in cheap booze." Adam deadpanned but followed him.

"We'll drown our sorrows in expensive booze." He said, plucking a bottle of Polar Ice blackberry vodka from the head table where the bridal party was sitting. The maid of honor calld out to Tommy but he ignored her and grabbed two bottles of Pepsi from the nearby beverage table.

"Where are we going?" Adam asked and took the bottles of Pepsi from Tommy.

"To that one room, I don't know what it's called, they put all the coats in there." Tommy muttered, only half-listening to Adam and looking around. "Aha! Found it!" He said triumphantly and pushed open the door.

People had indeed thrown their coats in here, they littered every piece of furniture. Tommy pushed some overcoats aside and plopped down onto the sofa. He unscrewed the bottle of vodka and took a swig. Tommy made a face and gestured to Adam for the Pepsi. Adam handed it to him and Tommy quickly chased the vodka with the soda.

"It's not bad actually." Tommy said after he swallowed, handing the bottle over to Adam who did the same.

"It was a nice ceremony." Adam mumbled and sat down beside him.

"Oh yeah, Katy looked lovely." Tommy replied and took another drink.

"Mhmm...she...she looked nice."

"Let's stop thinking about it, take another drink." Tommy insisted and pushed the bottle into Adam's hands.

"Are you trying to get me drunk Mr. Ratliff?" Adam accused but took a drink all the same.

"Of course not, what a horrible thought." Tommy said sarcastically.


Adam slammed the empty bottle onto the coffee table. "That. That was yummy." He slurred.

Tommy hummed in agreement and leaned into him. "Yes it was." He said, snuggling into Adam's warm body.

"Did you know that....alcohol makes you frisky?" Adam said, having to pause and try to make his tongue form the words correctly.

"Does the same to you." Tommy mumbled into the front of Adam's jacket.

Adam's hands wrapped around Tommy's waist and he sighed. "Thank you for being my boyfriend tonight."

"No problem, I enjoyed it." Tommy replied and moved back a bit to look up at him, leaning up and placing a chaste kiss on Adam's mouth. "I wouldn't mind doing it again." He said quietly.

"Oh really?" Adam said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, there doesn't even need to be a hetero marriage involved." Tommy ducked his head into Adam's neck, kissing it softly, open-mouthed, hot breath sending shivers down Adam's back.

"Okay." Adam smiled and ran a hand up the back of Tommy's neck, threading his fingers through Tommy's hair and bringing their mouths together again.
Aug. 14th, 2010 12:38 am (UTC)
Re: Tommy/Terrance/Taylor threesome
Aug. 14th, 2010 01:15 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Terrance: friends become more
Ummm I need this like burning!!! PLEASE MAKE THIS HAPPEN!!
Aug. 14th, 2010 01:23 am (UTC)
Re: Tommy/Terrance/Taylor threesome
YES. >:D
Aug. 14th, 2010 01:25 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy/maybe more people
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:03 am (UTC)
Re: Filled 1/2
This is awesome so far!!
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:23 am (UTC)
Silence 1/4
The bus shuddering to a stop wakes Adam from his fitful sleep, and he rolls over, punching his pillow in an effort to get more comfortable. You'd think after two summers of bus life he'd be accustomed to sleeping through the bus's change in motion, he thinks blearily, but apparently not. A gap in the curtains allows in a near blinding sliver of bright flourescence from the service station's lighting, and Adam rolls over again to escape the glare. He is weighing the effort it would take to get out of bed and pull the curtain shut versus the risk of suffocation from just putting a pillow over his head to block the light when he hears the soft click of the latch on his bedroom door. Curious, he pushes himself up onto his elbows in time to see a slight, hooded figure slip into his room, shutting the door behind him.

Adam sits up fully. "Tommy?" His sleepiness vanishes, pushed aside by the adrenaline of worry. Tommy showing up here -- coming to Adam in his room, in the middle of the night -- simply does not happen, and Adam can't help but fear the worst.

Tommy does't answer, but walks closer, to the side of the bed, pushing the hood of his jacket back.

"What is it, baby?" Adam asks, his tone gentle. "Is it your dad? Have you heard anything --"

"No," Tommy cuts Adam off with a word, running a hand through his wildly disordered hair. "I … no." Everything about him seems wrong to Adam, from his stance to the tone of his voice.

Adam wishes he could read Tommy's expression, but he is silhouetted by the glare from the service station, obscuring his face. "Hey." Adam reaches out, tugging on Tommy's sleeve. "Do you want to talk --"

Tommy flinches, pulling his arm away. "No," he says again, an edge to his voice this time. "Fuck, no. Please no talking." His voice breaks a little on the last word, and Adam has to stop himself for reaching out for Tommy again.

"OK baby, we don't have to talk." Adam is a man of many talents, but not talking is not one of them. The nurturer in him wants nothing more than to talk this out, find a way to fix this, to fix it for Tommy, even if he knows there is nothing he can do to fix it. "How about . . . do you just want to try to get some sleep?" Adam keeps his tone neutral, hoping he is on the right track here because, despite the most fervent wishes of countless fangirls, he and Tommy have never shared a bed, not as friends, or as anything else.

Tommy gives a slight nod, to Adam's great relief. Adam pulls back the sheet and moves over to the far side of the bed, giving Tommy some room. He's flying blind here, not sure what Tommy wants from him, and it's more than a little unnerving. Slowly, Tommy unzips his stiped hoodie and slides out of it, tossing it in the direction of the small chair in the corner of the room. Adam can't help but think of the few unguarded moments in which he'd imagined Tommy undressing next to his bed -- and this is so far removed from any of those feverish scenarios that he slams the lid on that inappropriate train of thought immediately.

In the muted light of the room, the tattoos on Tommy's arms stand out in sharp relief against the black of his t-shirt. He sits on the edge of the bed, removing his shoes and nothing else, and then slides into bed fully dressed, keeping a small space between himself and Adam. Tommy lays on his back, staring at the ceiling, arms rigidly at his sides. Now closer, Adam can see his eyes are red. Tentatively, Adam reaches out and smooths Tommy's hair off his forehead. Tommy doesn't look at him, but sighs a little and closes his eyes, and the tension seems to leave his body to some small degree.

"Try to get some sleep," Adam says, leaning over to press a gentle, chaste kiss to the top of Tommy's head. “I’m right here if you need me.” Adam rolls onto his side, his back to Tommy, giving him some privacy. Not long after, the bus's engine growls to life and the bus jolts into motion as they leave the service plaza.
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:24 am (UTC)
Silence 2/4
Adam tries to let the familiar rocking motion of the bus lull him to sleep, but it is useless; his every nerve ending is hyper-aware of Tommy's presence next to him. They've teased and flirted; at times their relationship had been on the razor's edge of something more, but they have always pulled back from it by what Adam assumed to be mutual agreement. Lately, their friendship had seemed to settle into an easy companionship. The on-stage flirting -- while being occasionally frustrating for him, yes -- was all for show, all in fun. Adam had successfully pushed aside all thoughts of there ever being something more with Tommy, or so he'd thought, and had instead enjoyed the friendship that they do have. And now, Tommy needs him, needs his comfort as a friend, Adam reminds himself again, and he feels helpless.

Adam feels the bed shift as Tommy moves, and then a hand rests on Adam's shoulder. His breath catches, and he starts to turn to face Tommy, but the hand tightens, holding him still. "Don't," Tommy whispers, and Adam freezes. Tommy moves closer, until the entire warm length of him is pressed against Adam's back. Tommy's hand moves down Adam's arm past the sleeve of his t-shirt, reaching bare skin, and Adam concentrates on suppressing a shiver. Tommy's hand comes to a rest on top of Adam's, and he laces his fingers through Adam's, bringing their joined hands to rest just below Adam's heart.

It's a struggle for Adam to keep his breathing even, to keep his thoughts on friendship and comfort because his dick has taken this opportunity to wake up and take an interest in the proceedings. Adam hopes Tommy keeps his hand right where it is, or else this could become embarassing for both of them. Breathe, Adam he tells himself, concentrating on thinking unsexy thoughts in the hope that Tommy will just fall asleep now and he'll be able to extricate himself from Tommy's grasp.

Then Tommy moves again, closer still if that's even possible, and Adam can feel Tommy's warm breath on his neck, and then -- god -- his lips.

"Adam," Tommy whispers, his lips moving against the back of Adam's neck and Adam finds it impossible not to shiver now.

Adam tries to turn his head "God, Tommy, what are you --"

"Don't! Please. Don't say anything Adam, god just don't talk, don't look at me, I'll fucking leave if you do I swear." The desperate note in his voice scares Adam.

And what can Adam do except nod his agreement, squeezing Tommy's fingers reassuringly. He has no idea what's going on, but whatever it is Tommy needs from him right now, he'll do it.

Tommy huffs out a small breath against Adam's neck, and disengages his hand from Adam's. Tommy's hand moves lower, skimming down Adam's stomach, and Adam's heart is pounding out of his chest. Tommy slides his hand under the hem of Adam's shirt, and Adam flinches a little as Tommy's warm, calloused fingers trace across his skin. He wants to kiss Tommy so much it's almost a physical pain, but he remains still and quiet. Tommy's hand moves higher still, pushing up Adam's shirt, moving slowly, maddeningly up his skin until at last, Tommy’s thumb brushes across a nipple, and Adam bites down on his lip to keep from crying out. Adam's cock is so hard now it's aching, desperate for a something,a touch, some friction, but with superhuman effort Adam keeps still, one hand still tucked under his pillow, the other resting on his hip.

Tommy circles Adam's nipple with his thumb, pinches it experimentally, then harder still. He tugs on the piercing, making Adam jump a little under Tommy's warm hand. Adam's harsh, ragged breaths are the only sounds to be heard in the room above the steady rumble of the bus's engine. Tommy's other hand is in Adam's hair, tugging Adam's head back so Tommy can map the warm skin of Adam's throat with his lips.
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:25 am (UTC)
Silence 3/4
Kiss me Adam wills, but Tommy doesn't. He licks at Adam's neck, tugging his hair and moving his hand to Adam's other nipple. Adam's hips roll involuntarily and Tommy stills; his hands leave Adam's body and Adam almost groans in frustration until Tommy starts pulling Adam's shirt up and over his head, Adam raising his arms obediently as Tommy pulls it off and away. And then Tommy is back, pressing against Adam's skin and Adam wishes he could feel Tommy's skin against his own, but Tommy remains fully clothed. Tommy spoons up against Adam, and Adam can feel that Tommy is hard, too, his erection flush against Adam's ass, and how Adam keeps from grinding back against him is just another testament to his strength of character, he supposes.

Then Tommy's mouth is on him again -- his neck, his shoulder -- little kisses and bites that he soothes with his tongue. Adam is sure his own bottom lip must be bitten raw by now from keeping silent and still. Tommy's other hand is back on Adam's chest, moving slowly, maddeningly lower until he's brushing the waistband of Adam's boxer briefs. Adam feels taught as a bowstring, on the edge of a precipice as he waits for Tommy's hand to move lower, desperate for Tommy's hand on his cock. Finally Tommy slides his hand inside, gripping Adam's cock firmly, his thumb brushing over the head and fuck, Adam loses his control for a moment, arching up into Tommy’s hand.

Tommy removes his hand abruptly, and Adam lets a small whimper escape his lips because god, no, Tommy can’t be stopping this now. Tommy tugs at the waistband, whispering "Off." Adam practically sprains his hand in his haste to comply, sliding the briefs downs his legs and kicking them away.

Adam knows this should be strange, naked in bed with a fully clothed Tommy’s hand on his cock, but right now all he can think is more, yes, please.

It's not in Adam's nature to be passive in any area of his life, and most especially not when it comes to sex. He knows that he could easily press the issue; he could easily turn over, hold Tommy down, and do to him all the things he's been afraid to admit to himself that he's wanted for far too long. He knows Tommy wouldn’t fight it, not really; but it would be a betrayal of Tommy's trust. Tommy needs this right now, for whatever reason, so Adam won't fight him. He gives himself over to the feel of Tommy against him, on him.

Tommy’s breathing turns ragged, his hand on Adam is unpracticed and unsure. Adam is so close, he throws caution to the wind and puts his hand over Tommy’s on his cock, and it only takes a few strokes before Adam is shuddering and coming over both their hands. Tommy grinds himself against Adam’s ass, sucking on his neck almost brutally, then thrusts once, twice, and stills. He is panting, his breath hot against Adam’s neck. “I don’t want this, I don’t want this,” Tommy grits out, and Adam feels a coldness spread through his chest. “I don’t want you.” The words cut through Adam, and he is frozen.

The feel of Tommy's tears against the back of his neck is what finally undoes him. Adam turns around at last, and Tommy flinches away but he's not quick enough. No matter what Tommy does or does not feel for him, Adam is powerless in the face of Tommy's need, and he will not fail him. Adam holds Tommy in place by his upper arms, their eyes meeting. Even in the faint light, Tommy looks wrecked. His remaining stage makeup is hopelessly streaked and smeared on his face. His eyes are red and swollen. "Jesus, Tommy," Adam breathes, pulling him close, stroking his hair, close to crying himself. Tommy is stiff and unyielding at first, but then he goes limp, leaning into Adam's body, burying his head against Adam's shoulder, arms coming up to return the embrace. Adam feels his heart start beating again, lets out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. Tommy does't cry, doesn't say a word, but he’s boneless, pliant. Adam gathers him closer, running his hands soothingly over Tommy's hair, his back, his arms, until Tommy's deep, even breathing tells Adam that Tommy has fallen asleep.
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:26 am (UTC)
Silence 4/4
Adam thinks he’ll never be able to sleep that night, his heart aching and his mind racing, but close to dawn he succumbs.

Despite his exhaustion Adam wakes once briefly, only to be lulled back to sleep by the slow glide of a warm, gentle hand, stroking down the length of his back.

Adam sleeps through the bus rolling to a stop at their destination in the morning. He sleeps through the dancers waking and getting ready for the day. When finally he does wake, reality returns to him in a rush.

"Tommy?" Adam bolts upright in bed, looking around the tiny room. He is alone.

He has the presence of mind to locate his discarded t-shirt and boxer briefs from the night before, stumbling and cursing as he pulls them on, before bursting through the door of his lair into the common area of the bus. Sasha, Taylor and Terrance are seated at the table having breakfast and look up as he approaches. From their expressions, Adam realizes he must look frantic, but he doesn't care.

"Where's Tommy?" he says urgently.

Sasha and Terrance exchange glances. "He's probably on his way to the airport by now," Sasha says, her face full of compassion.

Adam shakes his head. "Airport -- what? What happened? Is it his dad?"

Sasha looks puzzled, then stands and approaches Adam, putting her hand on his arm gently, tentatively. "His father passed last night. Didn't you know? I mean, wasn't he here, with you . . . " she trails off, clearly embarassed.

Adam feels a sick, sinking feeling in his gut. Tears prick at his eyelids, and he sinks in to a nearby seat, running a shaky hand through his hair. "Oh my god. Of course." It all makes sense to him now.
Aug. 14th, 2010 02:31 am (UTC)
Sensual massage with lots of oil. It's up to you which one gives it, & how far you take it :D
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