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(Anonymous)
Sep. 27th, 2010 08:57 pm (UTC)
Adam/Tommy
Horror flick.

Being chased by a crazy dude with an axe shouldn't get them so horny.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 27th, 2010 09:26 pm (UTC)
FILL: Fly Away With You 7/??
“When was the last time I said something to you I didn’t mean, Adam?” Tommy asks, not quite irate but getting close to it, and Adam, damn him, actually looks like he’s thinking about it.

“Probably when you said you’d be okay in Hong Kong. You looked scared shitless.”

“When was the last time I said something to you I didn’t mean when I wasn’t trying to make you feel better about me getting my stupid ass stranded in a foreign country I’d never been to before with no passport and your first-day-in-Singapore money?” Tommy shoots back. “And don’t say the time I said I was wondering during Idol if you knew 16 to 27 is illegal in most of the United States, because I was serious about you two being on.”

The tension in Adam’s shoulders finally relaxes as he snorts laughter. “We were not ‘on,’ we were having a good time, at least to people who don’t turn their TVs off before the show’s over.” Tommy reads nerves in Adam’s face, but he also sees something else, and he’s pretty sure the something else is going to win out. “If we’d been ‘on’ I would’ve done something more like this.”

This time the kiss is a little harder, and after a few seconds of it Tommy pulls away to push Adam’s shirt up over his head. “No fucking fair not getting down here with the rest of us mere mortals,” he says, and this time when he runs his fingers over Adam’s freckles Adam doesn’t flinch away. Instead he tugs off Tommy’s shirt, then pulls him into another kiss, this one altogether different because it’s skin on skin and Tommy’s not quite sure what to do when there’s no breasts for him to mess around with. Finally he just puts his hands on the fronts of Adam’s shoulders before landing back on the flats of his feet.

“My legs feel like hell,” he admits. “I can’t keep doing this stretching thing, I spent all fucking day in lines and shit.”

He’s expecting Adam to suggest sitting down. What he isn’t expecting is for Adam to slide his hands under Tommy’s knees and lift him right off the ground so his legs are dangling on either side of Adam’s waist, one arm beneath him and the other between his shoulderblades.

“Hey!”

Adam just sort of grins at him. “Could back you up against a wall for added support. It’s good for your back,” he adds, and after trying his damnedest to figure out whether or not Adam’s joking Tommy smacks him in the shoulder. Adam laughs, and when Tommy looks down at him (and that’s kind of trippy, because his eyes look a completely different colour when they’re in light instead of shadow) their eyes catch in a particular kind of way and then Adam really is backing him against a wall and bending just at the knees to scrabble one-handed through his nightstand while somehow kissing Tommy’s neck at the exact same time.

“Okay, see, you don’t describe this as ‘probing gently at a virgin entrance,’ you call it ‘fucking against a wall’,” Tommy manages to get out, before something that doesn’t really sound like a word comes out of his mouth. Adam glances up at him with sudden concern.

“You know, this is kind of illegal here—“

“Hasn’t been enforced since 1999, I looked it up,” Tommy murmurs, because okay, it’s still kind of weird but Adam’s a good kisser and a good guy in general, and why not round out a totally fucking surreal day by getting laid by his boss?

Adam finds what he’s looking for and goes back to kissing Tommy’s neck and shoulders. “You’re gonna have to get your own jeans, I’m out of hands.”

Tommy manages to work a hand between Adam’s stomach and his crotch and pulls his fly, then wonders how he’s supposed to slide his jeans down both legs at once when they’re pointing in opposite directions. As though the thought itself is some kind of signal Adam shifts his arm, and Tommy slides just enough to push them down his hips with a little creative manoeuvring. “You do this kind of thing often?” he asks, and he means it as a joke, but somehow it doesn’t quite come off as one, and to cover how awkward it feels he decides to take care of Adam’s jeans, too.

“No,” Adam says, pushing Tommy’s jeans to one side with his foot. “No drugs lately, not a whole lot of alcohol, no beating up the tour staff, no fucking the groupies . . . you’d almost think I was trying to break a mould or something.”
janesgravity
Sep. 27th, 2010 09:33 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Fly Away With You 7/??
ICU in my inbox. ICUUUU *_*
2db1234
Sep. 27th, 2010 10:00 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Fly Away With You 7/??
Nice... :)
shinywhimsy
Sep. 27th, 2010 11:27 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Modern Romance 4
This was sooooooooooooooooo goooooooooooooooooooooood *__* I don't think I've said it before but I'm SO glad you've been tempted to the dark sparkly side! \o/
xxpinkwritesx
Sep. 28th, 2010 12:17 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: auctioned!sub!Tommy/Dom!Adam - 2/2
Oh, my god. That was amazing. And the last line literally gave me goosebumps. :D
<3
medea_aries
Sep. 28th, 2010 12:48 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (13/?)
HERE HERE I'M READING I AM *SHAKES HAND IN THE AIR FRANTICALLY*
etharei
Sep. 28th, 2010 12:55 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Fly Away With You 7/??
*DRAWS HEARTS ALL OVER THIS*
fobsessed54
Sep. 28th, 2010 12:57 am (UTC)
Re: filled: Mirage
oo liked it! :-)
(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 01:02 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Give and Take 7/7
It took me an embarrassingly long time to remember that this prompt was one of mine (I think XD). Anyways, I LOVE this! ♥_♥

--OP
(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 01:14 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy + Taylor/Terrance/Tommy
DW, DW Sooooo bad!
(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 01:46 am (UTC)
Adam is Dr. Dolittle, Tommy is a man trapped as a cat who has some kind of issue with sex that if Adam can resolve will make Tommy human again. #CrackInMyBrain
(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 01:49 am (UTC)
*dies laughing* That sounds insane, and I WANT!
(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 02:52 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (14/?)
A/N: The beginning of the end. Please see the warnings in the first post. Some of you may want to skip the next couple of parts.

For several minutes, Adam stayed exactly where he was, a solitary figure shrouded in darkness. He watched Tommy the entire time, taking in the steady rise and fall of his chest and the way he lay motionless on the bed, eyes shut, one pale arm hanging over the edge of the bed.

Deciding that Tommy had fallen asleep, Adam finally shifted, muscles protesting the sudden movement after an hour and a half of absolute stillness. He ran a hand through his hair roughly and straightened his black, button-down shirt unnecessarily. Then he reached out for the doorknob, pulled the bathroom door open and ventured back out into the bedroom.

Tommy didn’t move. Adam made his way across the room quietly, footfalls cautious and silent against the carpeted floor until he reached the bedroom door. And still, Tommy didn’t move. But when Adam opened the door, flooding the room with more light from the hallway and breaking the silence with the low creaking of the door’s hinges, Tommy finally reacted.

“No,” he murmured, shifting in the bed. “Go away. I don’t want any more. I don’t want any more.”

Adam turned around a little, left hand still curled around the doorknob. In the additional light from the hallway, Tommy was perfectly illuminated, pale, bruised, skin glistening with sweat and lube and traces of semen, reddened lips parted, pleading with an unseen stranger. Adam turned his head, looking out at the empty hallway. He thought of the party still raging downstairs, blaring music assaulting his senses now that the door was open. He thought of the crushing boredom to be had down there and then he looked back toward the bed. The party could keep. Adam shut the door quietly, and with a rapid-fire flick of his wrist, he flipped the lock closed.

He walked towards toward the bed with quick, sure strides and settled down on the edge, jostling Tommy’s body a little. Tommy turned then, large brown eyes staring up at him, bright with fear and confusion. Adam reached out to slide a hand through his wild blond hair but stopped short when Tommy gasped and shied away in response.

“I don’t want any more,” Tommy repeated in that same small, broken voice.

Adam hushed him, moving his hand again until it rested on Tommy’s hair. “It’s okay,” he said, “I’m not going to hurt you.” He petted Tommy’s hair slowly. “See? It’s okay.”

Tommy stared up at him, doubt threading through the mix of fear and confusion in his gaze. Adam didn’t look away; instead, he smiled, that open, gentle smile he knew put people at ease around him and gave them the sense of having been life-long friends. Something in it must have gotten through Tommy’s haze, because a spark of recognition suddenly brightened his eyes.

“I know you,” he whispered. “You…you sing…in a band. You’re…Adam. Your name is Adam.”






(Anonymous)
Sep. 28th, 2010 02:54 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: The Kindness of Strangers (15/?)
Adam smiled again. “Yes, that’s right.”

“But…why are you here? I don’t understand. Why…?”

“I’m here for you. Cade wasn’t sure you could get cleaned up by yourself. So he sent me up here to make sure you get downstairs alright.”

“Cade sent you?”

“Yes, he did.”

Tommy stared up at him for a long moment. Then he turned his head to the side and began to cry.

“I’m a mess,” he whispered, sobs making his words almost indecipherable.

“We can fix that.”

Tommy turned back to face him. “Will you…will you help me? Please? Please help me.”

Adam slid his hand down to wipe away the tears streaming down Tommy’s cheeks. “Of course.” Adam drew back. “Can you stand up on your own?” he asked.

“I think—I don’t know.”

“Come on. I’ll help you.”

Adam got up from the bed and unbuttoned his shirt rapidly, slipping it off his shoulders and tossing it to the floor. Then he bent down and told Tommy to wrap an arm around his neck. When Tommy obeyed, Adam gripped his wrist and wrapped his free arm around Tommy’s waist, pulling him off the bed and up onto his feet.

Tommy cried out in pain, sobs coming harder as he straightened up, body pressed tightly against Adam’s.

“I’m going to get you to the bathroom, okay, Tommy?”

“It hurts. It hurts everywhere,” Tommy gasped, wincing with pain.

“You can do it. Slowly, okay? One foot, then the other.”

Adam glanced down at Tommy as they moved slowly toward the bathroom. His blond hair hung down, damp and stringy around his face. He pressed his lips tightly together in concentration, clearly fighting through the pain as they walked. When they made it into the bathroom, Adam lifted his arm from Tommy’s waist to flick the light switch. Then he told Tommy to lean against the wall and hold on to the towel rack while Adam turned on the shower.

A minute later, he helped Tommy into the bathtub, arms getting wet in the spray when Tommy flinched away from the nearly scalding water and Adam had to hold him in place.

“It’s burning hot,” Tommy protested, twisting weakly in Adam’s grip.

“I know, but you need it,” Adam said in a low, soothing voice. “It’ll help. I promise.”

Finally, Tommy’s body went slack in Adam’s hold and he moved without any resistance when Adam pushed him forward into the spray of water.

“Let me know when you’re done,” Adam said, reaching out to pull the half-transparent shower curtain closed.

“Wait,” Tommy called out hoarsely. “Don’t leave me alone in here. Stay. Please?”

Adam stared at him for a moment, barely noticing the errant drops of water connecting with his skin. An image arose without warning, a clear image of Tommy on his back, upper body hanging over the edge of the bed while some nameless man fucked into him with hard, vicious strokes of his cock. Tommy had sounded the same then too, voice rough and broken, begging “please.”

“I’ll be right here,” Adam said. “I won’t leave you.” Then he pulled the curtain the rest of the way and leaned back against the bathroom counter.
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