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Oct. 13th, 2010 10:06 pm (UTC)
:-D! ♥

Heh, I can try writing at least bits of it, but I make no promises about whether it'll read like Wilde wrote it! I'm a good stylistic mimic, but hurrrr . . . . so totally not where poetry is concerned.

Oh, I'm a sucker for happy endings, but it's that much happier when there's angst first. And I ended up beating out an ending I like better than my initial plan that doesn't require side pairings, so . . . hee ^///^;; could still change at a moment's notice, though, so.

<3! I hope I will do it well for you.
Oct. 14th, 2010 04:17 am (UTC)
Seconded, with a firstborn thrown in for whoever writes it.
Oct. 14th, 2010 09:55 am (UTC)
Here In The Dark, 1/??
I could drown in your eyes, die in your arms, live for these moments here in the dark
I don't know where I end, I'm not sure where you start when we're body to body, heart to heart.
~ "Body to Body, Heart to Heart," Cher

It starts in the middle of August.

It's just a stage kiss, yeah, but Adam has this thing about not kissing someone if he can't mean it, even if it's just some kind of energy-sharing thing (and Tommy would have to admit he totally stopped paying attention when Adam started going on about chi and tantra and whatever other kooky stuff he has stored in his brain, just nodding and pretending to pay attention), and so Tommy wasn't expecting Bethlehem at all. It's a short kiss, but it's open and inviting and there's the barest flicker of Adam's tongue against Tommy's lower lip before Adam pulls back, intimate and somehow sweet, nothing like the let's-see-how-loud-we-can-make-them-scream licks and caresses they've restricted themselves to before.

Adam flees to the buses after the show before Tommy can find him and ask what that was all about, because Adam never does anything without a good reason, it's practically some kind of law, and when Tommy tries to follow he finds himself blocked by Monte.

“Just let him go, man,” Monte advises, and for a moment Tommy would gladly hit him. “It'll just make things worse.”

“Yeah, because telling him I don't care is going to make things worse when he's embarrassed as fuck,” Tommy snaps, and that all by itself is reason for him to want to go to Adam, sit on his bed, bring a gift of beer or playing cards or plain old quiet companionship, hug him and tell him it's okay. Adam doesn't get embarrassed. After the one time that ended with Adam and Brooke mostly naked chasing each other through the dressing room with a hanger in Brooke's hand and a single shoe in Adam's (Tommy still doesn't know why and doesn't want to know why, because he has the feeling it'd stop being so fucking funny put in context), when Tommy wanted to be embarrassed for him and then realised there was no point, the idea of Adam being flustered by anything is absolutely alien. Now he's seen Adam embarrassed, and he doesn't like it, wants to fix it, and Monte's just shaking his head no.

“Might as well take a shotgun to him first,” Monte says. “It'd hurt him less.”

“What—“ And Tommy hasn't even thought the whole question before he knows the answer. Adam wasn't acting. Adam was using the choreography as an outlet for something he won't actually say aloud, offstage, where it might mean something even Adam doesn't dare it to mean.

We both know it isn't time, but would you be mine?

Monte must see comprehension dawning, because he finally drops his arm. Tommy drags him off to one side, where even Neil—who makes it his business to know pretty much every single thing said about Adam so he can be rumour control, if he has to be—won't hear them.

“Are you going?”

“Of course I'm going. But you're a bad idea right now.”

Tommy digs his fingers into the material of Monte's shirt to hold him in place. “Listen. If he feels like talking, tell him I told you I didn't care—you know. I mean, it didn't bother me. Not that I don't care about him—you're his friend, you know,” he finally manages, pretty sure he sounds like he's making excuses and hating it because he shouldn't have to make excuses, this should be easy, but it's not, and shit, it'd be easier if he didn't have to think about Adam's lips on his or about what Adam might think because Tommy just kissed back a little.

Monte doesn't come back to the crew bus that night, but around four in the morning Tommy gets a text.

hes ok sleeping now

Tommy tries not to think about what it means that it bothered him enough to stay awake until he knew for sure, when Monte's presence on Adam's bus pretty much rules out Adam doing something stupid by default (not that Adam's the kind who solves his problems that way, Tommy's only known him for nine months but he remembers when they thought the AMAs might have blown everything and if Adam could get through that okay he can get through fucking anything), because he'll have to ask himself enough of those questions tomorrow, and he can't deal with them twice.
Oct. 14th, 2010 10:01 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 1/??

Oct. 14th, 2010 10:03 am (UTC)
Re: Shut the Light off
Oct. 14th, 2010 10:58 am (UTC)
Here In The Dark, 2/??
Tommy manages to hide himself on Adam's bus the next day, thinking to himself that it'll be a joke on him if the crew decides to join Adam or if Neil pops over for a visit or if Adam goes to one of their buses, but no, it's just Adam, staring concernedly at his phone and flopping onto one of the seats with a throw pillow against his stomach before he even realises Tommy's there. Then he looks petrified. Tommy tries to ease things up by smiling. It feels fake, probably because it is fake, he's just as scared as Adam looks, but the mental image of Adam slinking away from him onstage instead of embracing him and ruffling his hair (whether it'd be accurate or not Tommy doesn't know and doesn't really give a shit) keeps him moving forward.

“Hey,” he finally says, and when Adam's answering greeting is quiet, the voice of someone who just wants to disappear, Tommy knows his first plan—pretending he came to chitchat and working what he has to say into the conversation—needs to be scrapped, pronto. There's no small-talking with the expression on Adam's face, and finally he just goes for it. “Hey, about last night—“

“I'm sorry,” Adam spits out, and Tommy can see panic rising. “I don't know what got into me, I really need to not get so caught up like that—“

And because hearing Adam try to make excuses is so painful, doubly so because he never does it so he's stupidly bad at it, Tommy leans forward and puts a finger on Adam's lips.

“It's okay,” he says, and when Adam's eyes meet his he feels completely and totally naked, not the good kind of naked where two minds are meeting and sharing some kind of revelation with each other but the bad kind where you're the skinny kid in the middle of a changing room full of jocks, and Adam must see it because the fear in his own eyes softens. “I told you last November it was okay.”

“And I really overstepped my boundaries last November, Tommy,” Adam protests. “I don't regret doing it on TV because somebody had to, but I didn't have any right—“

“Did you miss the part where I said it's okay?” Tommy asks, trying to give Adam an irritated look. He's seen the phrase “Adumb” pop up on Twitter a few times, and yeah, at times like this he totally gets where it comes from. “You gave them what they wanted.” And this is the part that scares him, in some desperate fundamental way he doesn't quite get because he's talked to Adam about this before, by their age he's pretty sure you should know, but it has to be said. “It—I mean, if you wanted to do it again . . . I'd be okay with that too.” Adam glances up at him, and Tommy lets himself grin. This time it doesn't feel as fake.

“They already think we're fucking anyway. Come on, it'll be funny to watch them go nuts.” Tommy feels his finger creeping toward his mouth and forces himself not to chew on it. “And . . . uh . . . “

He ends up just spitting out as much as he can—if you want to try, you know, offstage—and then being really fucking grateful when Adam gets it, gets it and kind of smiles a little, kind of shy like they're sixteen and haven't even popped the asking-someone-out cherry (which makes Tommy feel better about not really knowing what to call I'm-not-sure-if-I'm-straight-or-not-anymore-fuck-you-very-much-Adam dating kind of stuff, at least), and holds out a hand for Tommy to take and it's so fucking chick flick Tommy can't help smiling when he takes it, like they're a pair of high-schoolers instead of, well, Adam's the rockstar and Tommy's just the bassist, but they're big enough to play on television and have their names in the paper, and it's kind of weird but good to know it's still okay to be awkward.

Monte comes after them at the next rest stop, probably afraid Tommy's left Adam a sobbing wreck on the floor of the bus, and when Tommy wakes up peering up into Monte's face he has to blink twice before he remembers why he's on Adam's bus with Adam's arms around his waist and Adam's head nuzzled against his shoulder, like he's some kind of humanoid golden retriever puppy.

“I hope you know what you're getting into,” is Monte's only comment. “We have twenty minutes here.”

“I do,” Tommy says, thinking of the long conversation with their hands linked on the seat between them.

He doesn't.
Oct. 14th, 2010 11:47 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 2/??
Oct. 14th, 2010 11:55 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED (Again): Break. Rebuild. 6/6
AMAZING. My new fav fic in this meme :D
Oct. 14th, 2010 02:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 2/??
ICU SORRY I FELL ASLEEP BUT OMG YAAAAY. I can't wait to see where you go with this! It feels like it's gonna be angsty (yummmm) but you also said there'll be a happy ending eventually which makes me feel better. I really love how you conveyed the awkwardcakes nature of the beginning of a foray into more-than-friends territory, because there's something about Adam that always makes me think about him being a pre-experienced young man.

Can't wait to read moar!
Oct. 14th, 2010 02:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 2/??
Loving this already <3
Oct. 14th, 2010 02:50 pm (UTC)
Adam/Tommy: Ass play
Even tho he's still not on board with the whole cock up his ass bsnss, Tommy really gets off on having Adam rimming him and rubbing the hole with his cock.
Oct. 14th, 2010 02:51 pm (UTC)
Oct. 14th, 2010 03:49 pm (UTC)
Tommy has confessed his feelings to Adam and they've decided to be together. They haven't done more than make out yet. Tommy assumes Adam's just being really patient and understanding and doesn't want to pressure him. He thinks it's obvious that he wants Adam and just isn't ready yet. But Adam thinks since Tommy's always considered himself straight, never been with a man and never wanted to be before him that they aren't going to have sex. He figures just because Tommy loves him and enjoys kissing him doesn't mean he's attracted to him sexually. He's trying to accept that their relationship won't be sexual but he's frustrated. What Adam doesn't know is Tommy's been practicing when he's alone. Fingering himself, playing with a vibrator. Teaching himself on a dildo how to give a blowjob. He wants everything to be perfect and doesn't want to disappoint Adam. I want Adam feeling kind of bad about himself and unwanted but trying not to let it show. Then so relieved and happy when the night comes that Tommy's ready because he wasn't expecting it. Sweet, emotional (and of course HOT) sex when it finally happens.
Oct. 14th, 2010 04:17 pm (UTC)
Here In The Dark, 3/??
They punk the shit out of the crowd in Providence, and Tommy doesn't know how he doesn't piss himself laughing when Adam makes a stern face at the crowd and tells them if he sees anybody with their mouths shut he's going to have to kiss them, because Tommy knows what's coming, Adam confessed on the road out of Bethlehem that he had this idea but wouldn't go through with it if Tommy didn't give him the okay. Tommy said yes, of course, because what he won't admit is that if everyone else thinks it's so hot to watch him and Adam kiss he wants to know what it looks like. And then there was that kiss when Adam introduced him, possibly the best prank since fanservice was invented, and prank or not Tommy was ready to melt right through the stage—and oh yeah, he could totally live with being kissed like that more often. Yes, Tommy likes girls and Tommy also likes that. Tommy also likes that a lot.

The entire crew piles onto Adam's bus to celebrate another successful show, and when Tommy has a couple of beers in him he curls up by Adam's side and snuggles against him, leaning up to kiss his cheek because yeah, okay, it's a little more clingy than they used to be but it's not the scary as hell roller-coaster he thought it was going to be, at least until Adam tells the group the truth when Sasha asks: they're trying it, Tommy Joe Ratliff the straight bassist is perhaps not so straight, and suddenly Tommy thinks maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Then Longineu grins at him. “Hey, Tommy, does this mean I can have your bunk? Getting off the bottom would fucking rock.”

“I—“ And Tommy wants to make some snappy comeback, but fuck you very much, Longineu, Tommy can't think past the mental image of a pair of bodies fit together in certain ways, the accompanying mental audio of what Adam might sound like speaking certain words into Tommy's ear, and now this whole thing really seems like a bad idea. Then Adam wraps his arms around Tommy's waist.

“Screw off, LP, it's only been two days,” Adam says. “Unless you're implying I'm easy.”

Monte reaches for his beer. “I'm just going on the record here saying he doesn't have to imply it.”

Brooke starts coughing, trying to laugh and swallow beer at the same time. Taylor whacks her on the back and then collapses against her shoulder. The entire bus is laughing, in fact, even Adam, when he lets go of Tommy's waist to find one of the throw pillows scattered all over so he can smack Monte with it. Tommy has the feeling he should probably say something to defend Adam's wounded honour, or some shit like that, but all he can do is watch as a pillow fight ensues and be glad he doesn't have to get involved in it. Eventually Sasha plunks down next to him while Adam and Brooke laugh and pelt each other, and she challenges Tommy to poker and he realises halfway through calling a raise that maybe not so much changed when Adam told the crew. They're still all family, and if he and Adam do end up, well . . . long-term, the people around him are the last people in the world who'll judge either of them. If anything, Tommy thinks, he'll be subject to a lot of catcalls and sly winks, and okay, he can live with that.

Three rest stops later everybody's wandered back to the other bus to sleep, and it's just Adam and Tommy nuzzling sleepily in the back and, yeah, okay, making out a little, slow and sweet.

“You were amazing tonight,” Adam says during a break in the kissing, and Tommy shakes his head.

You were amazing, I was just—“

“Helping me explode the Internet,” Adam cuts in, and then there's a brief pause in the conversation while Tommy demonstrates how they were exploding the Internet, and yeah, he could definitely get used to this.

Then Adam pulls Tommy into his lap, and that's when the sleepy sweetness of the whole thing explodes because yeah, okay, they've been making out, Adam's human, there is no forcing anyone into anything against their will on this tour, Tommy knows all that but when he feels Adam's cock pressing against him he still panics. He knew when he said yes that he was talking about dating a guy, but there's a difference somehow between knowing and, you know, knowing it, and the unvarnished reality literally just poked him in the ass.
Oct. 14th, 2010 04:58 pm (UTC)
Angst followed by happy ending sounds absolutely superb :D Any storyline is fine be me, just write whatever you want, I will continue to squee until I get to read the first chapter ♥
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