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(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 02:21 pm (UTC)
Re: Bali Romance
Awwwww <333333333333333333
valress
Oct. 7th, 2010 02:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex 1/??
*bows at your feet* I will give you anything you want... ILUSFM
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 04:38 pm (UTC)
It's Terrance's birthday. He's been flirting with Tommy for months. Tommy stays after the party to give Terrance his real present. ;)
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 04:39 pm (UTC)
Tommy and Isaac are bicurious. They fuck. It's hot. PWP.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 05:11 pm (UTC)
Adam accidentally hurts Tommy on stage and doesn't realize it. Later, he sees the bruise/mark/whatever and is horrified. H/C ensues, with lots of caretaker!Adam.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 05:40 pm (UTC)
I was listening to John Mayer's Split Screen Sadness and this part in particular made me want breakup fic:

I called because I just need to feel you on the line
Don't hang up this time
And I know it was me who called it over but
I still wish you'd fought me 'til your dying day
Don't let me get away
Cause I can't wait to figure out what's wrong with me
So I can say this is the way that I used to be

Adam and Tommy start dating. Tommy's first time being with a man. Adam's having a hard time accepting that Tommy really wants to be with him and isn't going to change his mind or leave him for a woman. Tommy's about to come out publicly as bi and acknowledge the relationship but before he can tell Adam his decision, Adam breaks up with him. He very quickly realizes that he loves Tommy and he's made a huge mistake not trusting him. Also that he may have lost not only a soulmate but one of his best friends. Tommy comes out like he planned via Twitter. There are guys asking him out and coming on to him almost immediately. Adam's worried that Tommy will move on with someone else before he can win him back. But Tommy is so hurt and furious because he let himself be vulnerable and Adam broke his heart so he's not going to make it easy on him. Happy ending please.
valress
Oct. 7th, 2010 05:41 pm (UTC)
*drops to knees and prays to the Fic gods* PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! I need this... I will do ~things if someone writes this... PLEASE
dangerous_47
Oct. 7th, 2010 06:04 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 10
Awwww. D:
etharei
Oct. 7th, 2010 07:01 pm (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex 3/??
noooooooo you can't stop there.

omg my ANTICIPATION for the next parts is a little crazy ♥
(Anonymous)
Oct. 7th, 2010 10:37 pm (UTC)
Victorian era Lambliff.

Adam hails from a very rich family, Tommy is from a well off family, but they are not as rich as the Lambert's. They have to keep their relationship a secret.
hadmyheart
Oct. 7th, 2010 11:36 pm (UTC)
THISSSSS
(Anonymous)
Oct. 8th, 2010 12:45 am (UTC)
Want Your Hex 4/??
Adam's not exhausted, exactly, but he still feels drained by the time Tommy shepherds him to the hotel, and when he drags himself into the shower he doesn't even bother taking off most of his jewelry—he'll be putting it back on in the morning anyway, it's not like one night on him instead of on the nightstand is going to kill it. Instead he tries to scrub his hair out as fast as he can, cursing at it for being so thick and wondering if maybe he should lay off the Red Bull if this is how it's going to make him crash. Finally he gives up on getting all the glitter out—he can always shower again in the morning—and grabs a washcloth to clean the last of the glue and foundation off his face, swiping his hair back from his forehead so he can—

Feel a hand that isn't his in a place where his hands definitely aren't.

For a second Adam forgets to breathe. More than a second, actually, because when he does take a breath in it all comes in a giant whoosh and he realises he's seeing spots.

It's a dream, he decides. It's a dream, I'm already sleeping, or maybe I really did conk out backstage . . . this venue has some wicked couches in the dressing room. But being a dream doesn't explain how he can still feel water trickling down his face from his hair and pounding against his back from the shower head, the terry of the washcloth in his hand rough against his skin, and something he doesn't have moving against a hand that—he reaches down just to check—no, isn't between his legs. If this were a dream, Adam thinks, he'd at least like someone cute to go with all this weird, because he also feels like he's almost ready to come and he's not even hard.

He sags against the wall of the shower and moans through an orgasm he doesn't actually have, washcloth falling out of his hand to land at the bottom of the tub. It's been years since Adam's come hard enough to shake, but that's what he's doing now, sinking down into the tub before his legs can go right out from under him, and now he's hard, staring bewildered down at himself and trying in a very absent way to not swallow the water that's still pounding down on him. He's almost ready to pull himself out of the tub and call Neil when he realises two things at once: Neil would never believe him, and he does not want to be explaining to some ER doctor that his medical complaint is feeling someone who's not there jerking him off in a locked hotel room. He finally reaches out and paws at the spigot handle until it turns off, leaving him sitting wet and still panting at the bottom of the shower, trying to figure out what the hell just happened to him.

It wasn't him: that's the first conclusion Adam comes to. His hands were in his hair trying to find and rinse out the last of his conditioner, nowhere near his cock. More importantly (to Adam, at least), he's gotten himself off often enough to know what it feels like, and that wasn't it. It occurs to him as he sits in the tub with water streaming down his back that the sensation in his hands wasn't like stroking someone off at all—more like running his hand down one of those funky fabric ropes some venues use to herd people into lines. The touch was skin on skin, but the actual sensation had that same kind of looseness—not a naked erection, but something covered, and intense enough to leave him shaking at the bottom of the tub like he's still 14 and figuring out that cock and balls are not the only good places you can touch.

Finally he decides it doesn't matter—he's tired, he's wet, he has another show tomorrow (because apparently the venue sold out in under ten minutes, and why they didn't just move it to the local arena is beyond him, but they didn't, so two shows it is), and mysteries, like the last clinging bits of glitter in his hair, can wait until morning. And so he drags himself out of the tub, ignoring the hardon that's slowly deciding it's not getting any further attention and going away, towelling his hair (and not using a hair dryer on it, but right now he really doesn't care) and collapsing into his bed without even bothering to pull anything on (something else he may regret, but he's taking it in good faith that the sheets were bleached before they hit the bed), and five minutes later he's asleep.
glamneko
Oct. 8th, 2010 01:01 am (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex 4/??
YUMMY!!!!!!! *bows to your prowess*
medea_aries
Oct. 8th, 2010 01:05 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Fly Away With You 10/10
So much love I can't even...

You. Are high ruler of all things.
medea_aries
Oct. 8th, 2010 01:20 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 10
Oh my God... >.<
This is incredible, honey. Can't wait for more
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