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hadmyheart
Oct. 2nd, 2010 06:08 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Bendy Bendy Bangy Bangy (Part 2/2)
Oh my god. So you need to write more. Forever. Cause this was fucking hot and you pretty much nailed Tommy's attitude. Awesome job.
isolde13
Oct. 2nd, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 9
Again, thank you guys so, so much for the comments
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tommy doesn't wake, the drugs and the exhaustion dragging him under deeper than he thought possible.

Doesn't wake until the sun is bright in the sky, its rays streaming through the top of the drawn curtain, peeking out from underneath it.

Things aren't fuzzy anymore. Not dull. Not dead. Things are bright again and there's pain and senses and memory and he hates it. Hates it so much.

Things were better dead. So much better when things were dead.

He feels a hand slide over his.

Adam.

He knows that touch. Knows the feel of his skin.

He turns his head, slow, easy. Turns to see Adam. Sitting on a chair, keeping a safe distance. The same chair that he slept in all night.

"How are you feeling?"

Tommy shrugs, unwilling to give the answer to the question.

How is he feeling?

Like he'd rather be dead.

"I have to go to the bathroom," he says instead. He winces at the sound of his voice, dry like chalk and dust and smoke.

"Do you want some help?"

He shakes his head, avoiding Adam's gaze. He can't even look at Adam. Can't. Unwilling, unable, to see what's in Adam's eyes. Adam's eyes . . . windows to the soul . . . a cliche come to life. And Tommy can't look.

"No, I can do it."

And he tries. He does. But the pain, it takes his breath away when he tries to move. Steals his breath and cripples him and brings tears to his eyes.

"Come on. Just lean on me."

Tommy nods, helpless. Can't make it on his own. Can't even walk ten feet to the bathroom.

Adam leaves him at the door, tells him that he'll be right outside. Tommy thanks him, grateful, keeping his gaze down. Unwilling, unable, to look into Adam's eyes.

He manages not to fall over, gets it done, stops at the sink to wash his hands. Catches sight of his face in the mirror.

A mistake.

A really huge, fucking mistake.

He sees his own face, bruised and swollen and misshapen. He lifts his t-shirt, sees the bruising over the cracked ribs. Looks at his hands. The cuts and scrapes on his hands, on his elbows.

He turns away, unwilling, unable, to see how badly he is broken. He'd smash the mirror if he could. Smash it, disintegrate it, annihilate it.

But he can't. He can barely lift his arms. Can barely move.

So he settles for turning away with a cry, shutting his eyes as if that will make it all disappear.

Adam helps him walk back, helps him slide underneath the sheets.

"Jesus, Tommy. You're shaking. Are you-"

"It hurts," he says, his voice a rasp that is barely above a whisper. "Worse than yesterday."

"The doctor said it would happen, remember? She said that you'd be really sore."

"I guess," he mumbles. "Yeah. I guess."

Still not looking. Still unwilling. Unable.

"Here. It's time for another pill."

Adam slides the pill into Tommy's hand. Helps him drink the water he'd prepared in a glass. Helps Tommy sink down to the pillow.

"What time is it?" Tommy asks.

"Almost one in the afternoon."

His eyes widen. Not quite meeting Adam's. Not quite.

"What are you doing here? You had stuff to do."

Adam shakes his head and places a hand atop Tommy's. So careful. So gentle. "I'll leave in a bit. I just didn't want you to wake up alone."

Tommy closes his eyes, opens them. Looks at Adam. Really looks.

Sees love. Caring. Worry.

No pity.

No judgement.

Adam's eyes . . . windows to the soul.

He turns his hand, linking it with Adam's.

"Can you stay a little bit longer? Just a little?"

"Yeah." Adam gives his hand a small squeeze. "Yeah, Tommy, I can."



thrace_adams
Oct. 2nd, 2010 06:32 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 9
OH wow....I really love that Adam isn't showing him pity...I think that's really important to him. Just wow. Such a powerful story!!!
6jenn
Oct. 2nd, 2010 06:34 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 9
I think I actually held my breath until Tommy looked into Adam's eyes. Seriously. Huge sigh.
pikespeak22
Oct. 2nd, 2010 06:39 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 9
I love the quiet emotion of this...and then when Tommy finally looks into Adam's eyes and asks Adam to stay, it feels like a subtle turning point...
greyhound798
Oct. 2nd, 2010 06:51 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 9
GAHHH...It kills me that Tommy has to go through the aftermath, in agony, frustrated bc he can't make his body work the way he wants and so damned scared.

Adam is going to be his rock. I'm so glad Tommy looked, really looked at Adam and realizes, even through his pain, that Adam cares for him and wants him to feel safe and loved.

Thank you for a chapter with a ray of hope...finally. <3 <3
pikespeak22
Oct. 2nd, 2010 06:57 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Bendy Bendy Bangy Bangy (Part 2/2)
I loved this...~accidental sex and Tommy's attitude about it. LOL at the 'princess carry'. I hope you write more Adam/Tommy in general...and I'd also vote for a sequel to this...as obvs Tommy should get to do this again when he can actually remember it. ;)
qafhappy
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:07 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Adam/Tommy, wall!sex in public
Fucking crazy hot!

I need a drink...
(Anonymous)
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:13 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 1/??
Formatting is deliberate. Just saying.

It reminds him a little of his high school changing room, except for the part where the guys looking at his ass have no towels in hand to deliver a rattail the second he reaches for his locker. Also the part where the changing rooms had no beds or condoms. It doesn't smell like old socks or somebody’s cheap body wash, either, so maybe it's only because he's naked—and self-conscious in spite of the couple of appreciative glances he's picked up—that it reminds him of that particular room from hell. That and the drains in the floor, he's guessing.

Troy was supposed to come with him, but Adam pretty quickly got ditched when Troy saw some guy he liked, so now Adam's wandering from room to room feeling like a stereotypical ignorant American asshole whenever someone asks him a question he doesn't understand and he has to answer with “Do you speak English?” If somebody would just ask him “de donde está?” he could answer them, but apparently this is the one place in Berlin where nobody speaks anything but German.

He finally grabs a towel from the shower room to wrap around his waist so he can sit in one of the few areas that isn't full of men doing all kinds of interesting things Adam never heard described in his sex ed class, and it isn't long before a tall man with a hand-rolled cigarette sits down next to him and asks him a question. Adam doesn't understand a word, but the man holds out his cigarette, and Adam shakes his head.

“I don't smoke,” he says, but before he can try to apologise for his lack of German (“Tut mir leid” is the one phrase he picked up fast) the man leans over and speaks directly into his ear in an accented voice that kind of makes Adam want to shiver.

“It is not a cigarette,” the man tells him, still offering it, and finally Adam takes it and takes a drag—his lungs will hate him for it in forty years, but in forty years it'll be okay if he sounds like one of those old-guy baritones and he doesn't really believe in sixty yet anyway—waiting for the coughing fit that's sure to follow and doesn't. Instead he feels sort of like the strings that've been holding him up since he woke up for rehearsal with a monumental hangover have all been cut, and when the guy rubs Adam's back between his shoulderblades he leans into the hand instead of pulling away in shock.

“You should go back in, American boy,” the man suggests, and Adam decides not to bother with the explanation of how he was supposed to be here with a castmate just to look around because the plans he has for what remains of his virginity don't involve losing it in a one-night-stand in a sex club and instead of looking and leaving he got ditched by the castmate. Instead he nods and goes, sure he probably looks like he's never sucked someone off in his life and resisting the urge to tell the guy he has, and heads back into the heart of this weird conglomeration of rooms and curtains and glory holes and television monitors that would make Adam incredibly paranoid if he were actually doing anything but watching tonight.

He's passing one of those curtains that don't really hide a damned thing when he hears the kind of moan he associates with really good kissing, and since he can always use a couple of pointers, he peeks beyond the curtain into the not-really-screened-off area where there are indeed two men kissing passionately in the middle of the floor.

They came here as a couple; Adam's not sure how he can tell, unless maybe it's the way the taller one's hand is resting in the small of the shorter one's back instead of against his ass, or maybe how they're leaning against each other. Whatever it is, whatever vibe they're giving off or whatever energy is surrounding them to make him believe that, it's got Adam spellbound. There's one thing he can definitely say he likes about this place: if he's watching somebody, it's because they want to be watched, not because they need to eat, and yeah, that's pretty hot.
qaffangyrl
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:18 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 9
Oh my god. this is a tough read but so beautiful. Thank you! And now damnit i have to wait for updates of this AND golden? you're gonna be the death of me.
janesgravity
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:19 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 1/??
*_* *chinhands* NOW GIVE ME THE REST /ENTITLED
atomic_dawn
Oct. 2nd, 2010 07:57 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 9
Looking in the mirror must have been frightening. So glad Adam is still there.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 2nd, 2010 08:34 am (UTC)
Anywhere For You: 2/??
The kiss breaks—for breath, Adam guesses, when you really get into it the oxygen you can get through your nose just isn't enough—and Adam sees them both glance in his direction, maybe both laughing a little inside at the not-exactly-virginal American boy staring in at them and probably looking like he just fell off the high-school bandwagon. Then they go back to looking at each other before kissing again, and when Adam sees that look he's sure—they're a couple, not a hookup.

He watches as the smaller of the two slips to his knees, and Adam's about to move on when the taller one takes a step back and that's not particularly conducive to getting head, so he stays to see what's going on, instead.

At first he's shocked—horrified—when the taller one takes his unerect cock in hand and a thin stream of bright yellow liquid catches the shorter one just under his chin. Then the shorter one relaxes completely as it spreads over his chest and face and neck, and as the remains trickle off into the floor drain the taller one gets to his knees beside the shorter one and wipes his face clean with a convenient washcloth, and when they kiss again, passionate and loving and caring and all the things a really good kiss should be, Adam's pretty sure he's never been so hard in his life.


“And you're telling me this story why, again?” Tommy asks, looking down at Adam's head in his lap. “Or should I be asking 'how many beers are telling this story, again'?”

Adam makes a swipe for the joint in Tommy's mouth. “Because it was cool,” he protests, and if the T in “it” is almost completely slurred out, well, Tommy's “this” is missing a couple of letters too. “It was like . . . it wasn't about feeling bad or anything, it was sharing everything with each other.”

“It was piss,” Tommy protests. Adam takes a hit off the joint.

“Which is mostly nitrogen and that shit makes plants grow like crazy,” he contributes. “I looked it up online. And since energy travels with anything that gives life—“

“If you try to tell me pissing on someone is like inducting them into the Mother Earth Club or some shit I'm going to laugh at you, just so you know,” Tommy interrupts.

“Maybe to you it's not,” Adam says, trying to sit up and swaying on the bed as only the very sick or very drunk can. “But it's like. Elemental. You're taking what society says you should never do and saying 'fuck it, I'm sharing it with somebody I care about.' That's pretty fucking deep, Tommy Joe.”

“And you're probably the only person on earth who gets that out of pissing in someone's face,” Tommy tells him. Then he flops back against Adam's pillows. “Shit.”

“Can't walk?”

“Can't even sit. How does the big fucking rockstar feel about sharing his hotel room?”

“How does the hot fucking bassist feel about everyone thinking he's taking the walk of shame tomorrow?”

“Tonight, tomorrow, what's a few hours?”

Adam stretches and flops back on the pillows next to him. “I dunno if I have anything that'll fit you.”

Tommy snorts. “We're not in middle school, god. Unless you think your hormones can't handle me in shorts.”

“And here I had you pegged for a thong, Tommy Joe.”

Tommy swats at him and misses by a wide margin. “Asshole.”

“Sure,” Adam agrees, not even entirely sure what he's agreeing to, and he stubs out what remains of the joint—he's sure he has a bobby pin somewhere he could use to finish it, but he doesn't really feel like getting up—before pulling down the covers and burrowing beneath, and he's out before he can even turn off the light.

As usual: More after sleep.
janesgravity
Oct. 2nd, 2010 08:39 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 2/??
Sleep is for the weak -_- ilu tho <3
antigone921
Oct. 2nd, 2010 09:51 am (UTC)
Re: Anywhere For You: 2/??
OMG, I love you and your Adam and Tommy.
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