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(Anonymous)
Oct. 8th, 2010 11:22 pm (UTC)
I third this one!
(Anonymous)
Oct. 8th, 2010 11:31 pm (UTC)
YES. THIS.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 9th, 2010 01:02 am (UTC)
Re: Tommy/Justin Tranter
I never realized how much I want this in my life, omg. ♥_♥ dw
(Anonymous)
Oct. 9th, 2010 03:27 am (UTC)
Love it! I want this too
toxic_led
Oct. 9th, 2010 06:55 am (UTC)
Adam/Tommy, Bodyswap
It just needs to happen, okay? A kinkmeme classic.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 9th, 2010 07:11 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: Fly Away With You 10/10
Thank you. ♥
(Anonymous)
Oct. 9th, 2010 09:51 am (UTC)
Want Your Hex: 9/??
“Babe, don't you know this way you're livin', where you're the only one who's givin', don't you know it kills you in the end?” Adam sings, feeling the intensity of the near-silence and the energy in it. It's just him and Monte's guitar right now, and for the first time all day he and Tommy are doing the exact same thing—sitting, touching nothing—and Adam's relishing the lack of alien sensations while he tells the audience this story about every struggling artist he's ever met—in some ways, his own story, although he didn't write the song about himself. “So let's play pretend just for tonight, hold on while we're falling, it'll all be all right, we'll say that we're lovers and dream of a day when we're free . . . “

He feels Tommy take a sip of water and nearly commits serious lyrics fail when Adam goes to swallow before remembering there's nothing actually in his mouth. Finally he gets to the end of the number, which is also the end of the acoustic set, and then he feels Tommy's guitar strings under his fingers again as they both stand.

Somehow he makes it to the end of the night (without dropping the bass over the edge of the platform during “Fever” this time, thank God or whatever applicable power felt like being kind), through makeup, through signing, and breaking the set so they can roll out first thing after breakfast.

Adam waits to consult with some of the roadies before they head out, and so when he heads into the grand front lobby of the building beneath the giant lighted marquee (and he fucking loves this venue for still having its 1930s marquee, complete with roughly one gazillion tiny lightbulbs to draw attention to it) he's startled to see a figure still standing there, just staring out the doors.

“Tommy?”

Tommy turns and smiles at him. “It's fucking unreal, isn't it?” he asks, and points across the street to the radio stations in the building opposite where Adam did an interview yesterday morning.

“Yeah,” Adam agrees. “What are you doing still here?”

Tommy shrugs. “Everybody else decided to go to a bar. I didn't feel like it.”

Adam raises both eyebrows at once. “You didn't feel like going?”

Tommy just shrugs again. “I thought you might not want to walk back alone if you're not going.”

Adam holds open the door, and they're both hit with a swirl of icy air. Adam shivers when Tommy does, and shrugs out of his jacket. “Here.”

“Man, no—“

“It's my fault you didn't get somewhere to get a new jacket today,” Adam argues. “Take it.”

Tommy finally takes the jacket and slides into it, shaking the sleeves back so he can zip it. Adam tries to not scratch his wrists when the sleeves tickle.

“I still can't believe there's snow here in October,” Adam says as he takes a picture of the marquee (because that thing is just fucking sick, “Adam Lambert” sitting on the same letterboard that's seen Bob Hope and James Cagney and even Nat King fucking Cole come and go through this town, how rad is that?) and then pushes his phone back into his pocket. “I mean, not just snow. Snow in October.

“And if you took any of these people and threw them into San Diego in January they'd probably think it was totally fucked to be standing in sixty-five degrees,” Tommy points out. “One of the old guys who was ushering told me there used to be a john under here. They filled it in back in the sixties.”

Adam takes a sip from his water bottle. “What for? Health hazard?”

“No,” Tommy says, and veers off into the park, as though he thinks he can find the underground bathroom for an old curiosity. “He said back before Stonewall there were too many guys who'd go in there for more than just a piss.”

Adam sprays his mouthful of water when he starts laughing, then coughing on what little of it was already on its way down his throat. It's not really funny, if anything it's fucking sad that within his parents' lifetimes there were men who had nowhere to go but a public underground toilet, but the way Tommy says it—the kind of not-quite-prudish way Adam would never expect to be directed at him, of all people—is just fucking hilarious.
etharei
Oct. 9th, 2010 09:57 am (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex: 9/??
♥_♥

Have I mentioned I love the Adam-Tommy friendship? BECAUSE I DO. And it makes me so happy that you're focusing on that, on a close relationship that doesn't have to involve sex to be intimate. ALSO I LOVE READING ABOUT THIS PLACE :D

[popcorn gif]
(Anonymous)
Oct. 9th, 2010 10:56 am (UTC)
Want Your Hex: 10/??
Tommy just smiles that smile Adam's pretty sure only his friends can see and stands in front of the gazebo, waiting for Adam to finish. Then Adam's fingers are cold, and there's a snowball hitting him in the stomach.

“Hey—!”

Tommy chuckles, and Adam grabs a snowball of his own. Then he slides in the snow and grabs Tommy's shoulders before he can lose enough of his footing to actually land on his ass. He feels his own hands on his shoulders when he does, and then he feels the genuinely weird sensation of having two pairs of hands at once, because his hands are also on his waist where Tommy grabbed him to keep him from pitching over.

Adam's ready to say thanks and suggest they get their asses over to the hotel when his eyes catch Tommy's, some smartass comment remaining unspoken between them, and instead he feels his breath on his lips where he's breathing against Tommy's mouth for just a second before they're kissing in the snow, just a press of lips on lips Adam almost immediately pulls back from, already berating himself for getting carried away until Tommy leans up and then instead of Adam kissing Tommy it's the other way around.

Adam considers pulling away, cracking a joke, apologising for his own lack of impulse control. Instead he relaxes into the kiss, feeling the rough touch of a mop that could really use some kind of treatment when Tommy runs his fingers into Adam's hair, letting his hands drift from Tommy's shoulders down to his waist, and then—when the kiss still hasn't stopped and they're standing here pretty much slow-dancing to the sound of falling snow—getting a little bolder than he probably should and sliding one hand beneath the hem of Tommy's shirt to rest on bare skin.

Then both of them are gasping and jerking back, because fuck, Adam forgot he is wearing metal jewelry and isn't wearing gloves and his rings against Tommy's unprepared skin are fucking cold. Tommy rubs at his side where Adam just froze his skin and then glances up at Adam. “What?”

“I forgot, I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to give you a—“ Tommy cuts him off.

“Not that. You jumped.”

“I—“ And yes, shit, he did. Finally he shakes his head. “It's nothing.”

“You still can't lie for shit,” Tommy tells him. “What?

“It's—“ But Tommy is right, and there's really only one thing Adam can do about it. “It sounds nuts. It is nuts. You wouldn't believe me.”

“Try me.”

“Only if you promise you're not going to call for the guys in white coats when we get back to the hotel,” Adam says, and Tommy just looks up at him, waiting. Finally Adam closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, holds it, lets it out, feels himself relax a little.

“I don't know how the hell this is happening,” Adam tells him. “But I've been feeling everything you do since the show last night. Anything that touches you touches me, too.” He decides that's as simple as it's going to get, and waits for Tommy to curse him out.

Instead he sees Tommy looking at him, sizing him up, and finally giving him the first straight-out command he thinks he's ever heard Tommy direct at anyone. “Close your eyes.”

Adam complies, even though he has the horrible sinking feeling Tommy's going to walk off. Then he feels a hand on the side of his face and reaches up instinctively to grab it, until the sensation melts away and he realises it was Tommy touching Tommy's face, not Tommy touching Adam's. There's a long pause, and then cold metal under Adam's fingers.

“Tell me what I'm doing right now.”

“You're pulling the zipper on my jacket,” Adam says, and then the cold metal shape is gone and his hands get a little warmer, at least. “And sticking your hands in my pockets.”

“Now?” Tommy asks, and Adam shakes his head.

“Nothing. I don't know.” Something brushes his forehead. “Getting your hair out of your face.”

There's a long silence. Then—

“Holy fuck,” Tommy breathes. “You're not shitting. What's this?”

Adam considers the shape he can feel in his fingers. “Neil's lighter.”

Tommy sighs. “All right. I'm not calling Neil. Let's get back to the hotel.”

Adam opens his eyes. “You believe me?” he asks. That was way too easy. Tommy just nods.

“I believe you,” he says. “And I need a drink before we say another word about this.”
xxvikixx
Oct. 9th, 2010 11:09 am (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex: 10/??
OMG this is so fucking awesome!!!

:D
aislinntlc
Oct. 9th, 2010 12:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex: 10/??
Oh, very cool. I'm glad that you made Tommy observant enough to pick up on Adam's reaction. Now that he knows, experimentation seems in the works. Love the interactions between the two of them - can't wait for the next part!
(Anonymous)
Oct. 9th, 2010 02:03 pm (UTC)
Orgy
As a thank you at the end of the tour, Adam offers himself up to the glamily. All the boys get to fuck him or be sucked off and the girls can participate as well. Bonus for Brooke, Cam, or Sasha involved with some strap-ons.

While Adam offers himself as a thank you, I'd love for there to be an element of the rest of the cast taking really good care of Adam as a thank you back.
vampgirle
Oct. 9th, 2010 10:53 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Brooke/Cam - Show and Tell part4 (final)
FUUUUUCK! This is HAWT! O.O I think meesa gonna try and find some more in this pairing.

And don't worry, this doesn't seem like your first time writing femmeslash at ALL! :D

But seriously GURRL (or guy :/)... DAMN THIS WAS HAWT! XD
radiogaga33
Oct. 9th, 2010 11:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Want Your Hex: 10/??
Whoa. Didn't realize this had gotten so far. Omg thank you so much for writing this anon. Somehow this manages to be everything I expected and never imagined all at once. Love the pacing.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 9th, 2010 11:36 pm (UTC)
Adam/Glamily, h/c
One of the Glamily members finds Adam crying. The motive is up to you, I'm just in the mood for some good old H/C with Adam being the one in need.
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