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(Anonymous)
Oct. 19th, 2010 06:31 pm (UTC)
Re: Second fill
It's just that everyone seems really protective of Tommy? And also, that younger sibling have an ability to rile you up as no one else does.
fritzie2a_t
Oct. 19th, 2010 06:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Second fill
I never comment, just read. But this is too good not to respond. Love it!! My phone is going nuts with the updates and comments !! Please keep going---funny,believable, and a good diversion to RL right now !! <3333
(Anonymous)
Oct. 19th, 2010 07:16 pm (UTC)
Second fill Warnings
Crack! Crack I say! A bit too late, I know, but I still felt should put it out there. Also, snark of the Neil kind. He's such a bitter little soul...
litsasecret.dreamwidth.org
Oct. 19th, 2010 07:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Second fill
I kind of want this to end up as Tommy/Neil now, negl.

But I kind of have a thing for that pairing, so yeah.

ANYWAY I AM GRINNING SO HARD RN MARRY ME PLZ?!
(Anonymous)
Oct. 19th, 2010 08:14 pm (UTC)
Adam/OC tentacle porn! \o/
litsasecret.dreamwidth.org
Oct. 19th, 2010 08:37 pm (UTC)
Filled: Birthday Sex
"Happy birthday," Adam growled again the second they were off the stage, invading Tommy's personal space as usual.

"You know it's not really my birthday until tomorrow, right?" he asked, aware that he was smiling like an idiot. His cheeks hurt.

"Hmm," Adam said noncommittally. "Does it matter?"

He leaned in to kiss Tommy some more, and Tommy considered that he should, possibly, put a stop to this, but he liked the attention. And it was his birthday, after all.

When Adam pulled away, he murmured "Off to never-neverland" in his lowest register, which still wasn't quite low enough, and Tommy laughed.

"You know the song isn't really about sex, right?"

Adam licked his lips. "All music is about sex," he said, ridiculously. Then he palmed Tommy's cock through his pants and Tommy moaned and decided to let it go, just this once.

Adam leaned down to kiss him again, undoing Tommy's pants effortlessly so he could touch Tommy's cock, bare skin on skin.

Tommy gasped at the friction, and Adam brought his palm up to Tommy's mouth. Tommy licked obediently, staring into Adam's eyes, wondering if he looked as wrecked as Adam did.

Then Adam closed his fist around Tommy's cock and Tommy stopped wondering anything at all.

He reached up to brace himself on Adam's shoulders, digging his fingers in and using the grip as leverage as he rocked his hips into Adam's fist, whining a little.

"It's okay, baby, I've got you," Adam whispered into Tommy's hair, and fuck, Tommy knew all that, he just. Wanted. More.

He bit his lip to keep from screaming as he came, hard, Adam's free hand supporting him as he thrust erratically into Adam's fist. Adam continued whispering soothing words as he nursed Tommy through his orgasm.

When Tommy came back to himself, Adam shifted him around, then licked the come off his hand with a lascivious smile.

Tommy shoved his hair out of his face and scowled up at Adam.

"I hope your ideas about acceptable birthday sex don't actually extend to a backstage handjob," he said.

"You said it yourself, baby. Your birthday isn't 'til tomorrow."
(Anonymous)
Oct. 19th, 2010 08:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Second fill
**Late come the warnings, but ahead there be crack.
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Brooke had spent the rest of the make up session womanhandling him to Sutan's direction, and never mind that Neil said he'd cooperate and go quietly.

After they were finished with the standard makeup, Brooke let him loose, tossed her hair and sashayed out of the room to go get dressed herself. Sutan happily informed Neil he wasn't done, though; he had to cover the marks that Brooke left, because by the end of the concert they'd become bruises. Apparently, those clashed with the color theme the tour was going for.

Neil was was the first to admit that he'd never been a little ray of sunshine, but he was discovering new heights of bitterness.

When Sutan declared him done, he stood up with as much dignity a 6 foot man decked in tight faux strangely colored leather pants, glitter and make-up could muster, walked to the door, and informed Sutan it would be in his best interests to loose those 10 pounds he had gained, because his ass looked just weird.

Then he ran as if a banshee was chasing him. You'd have though it was, what with the high pitched murderous shrieking.

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It was stupid. It was amazingly, unspeakably stupid, to be worrying about the performance five minutes to stepping on stage, and after all they had put him through. It'd serve them right if Neil got up there and started to jam out a jazzy version of Ave Maria.

But even after all the punches, the wise-ass cracks, the manipulation and tattle telling, the bullying and overall relentless torturing of each other, Adam was still his older brother. And a tiny part of Neil, that he usually refused to admit existed at all and would gladly uproot if able to... wanted his big brother to be proud of him.

Suddenly he felt a little faint with nerves (that, or the pants were cutting circulation), and it just figured he'd have to go lean on the wall even if there was a chair not two feet from him. Stupid Adam and his stupid pants, and he never got why his mom didn't use her veto card to demand he stop wearing pants tight enough that you coudn't put on any underwear in them because it wouldn't fit.

He was leaning and grumbling, and planning a dark, sarcastic and profoundly negative facebook post for after the concert, when he felt a long fingered hand in his arm.

He looked up and saw no one, then looked down again, and yup. It was Tommy alright.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 19th, 2010 08:45 pm (UTC)
Re: Second fill
He waited to feel the burst of anger (or guilt) at seeing the root of all his problems, except that the root still had the doe eyes that said things, and this time they were saying something along the lines of 'lean on me and I shall give you love and comfort'. It was a testament to the shitty day he'd had that he didn't burst out laughing right there at the sheer ridiculous idea of it all, or do tell Tommy's eyes where he could shove his feelings this time.

"Are you OK?" He asked, and Neil opened his mouth, speechless, because seriously? seriously? Except that Tommy's face was guileless, and it seemed such an honest question.

That alone saved Tommy from a verbal lashing the likes of which this earth had never seen before. Well, that and the fact that he could feel many, many pairs of eyes at the back of his neck, and he had the certainty that if he was mean to him, they'd probably never find his body.

He was floored. He wasn't gonna run away from Tommy. His pride had had enough of a beating without him running-stumbling away from a guy that looked like an over sized Tinkerbell, and was just about as fierce.

Tommy just looked at him, and then he smiled, all sweet and puppies and flowers and cotton candy, and ugh, was Disney making replicants or something now? And then

"He is proud, you know? And I thinks he's really happy that we are having you play with us" Which, what the actual fuck.

And then Tommy hugged him, and he felt reality suspend for a moment. 'Hello, my dear readers. This is Negative Neil, reporting from glamnation tour. I am currently being hugged by a gay glittery Christmas elf who, after reading my mind, has assured me I am loved and wanted can thus lay my fears of inadequacy at rest'.

Except he did feel a little better. Maybe. And not hugging back was just rude, and he'd been rude enough to this particular guy. For today. So he looped his arm around Tommy's hip (the one on the wall's side, so people wouldn't see), and leaned his head down a bit, because goddam, it had been a long day and the actual concert hadn't even started.

"I'm sorry" he blurted, taking advantage of the fact that he was feeling charitable. It didn't happen very often, so he tried to fit as many apologies and good deeds as possible when it did, in the hope he'd get some karmic credit for the rest of the time.

Tommy let go and looked at him, and smiled again "It's OK. I get that you didn't want to do it. I'm sorry too, for pushing you."

Which made no sense. And, oh. So that was the thing about Tommy.

Neil smiled (it felt weird) "let's just call it even, OK?".

And that was that.



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Except for the part where he started planning bloody revenge on all of his torturers. Starting with Adam.

He stepped close to his brother, smiled, and just when they called the band into the stage, he leaned in and whispered "I'm gonna miss all of your high notes"

Adam's indignant squawks kept him smiling all through the concert.
litsasecret.dreamwidth.org
Oct. 19th, 2010 08:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Second fill
EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

**dances madly!**
untamedfilly
Oct. 19th, 2010 09:09 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Birthday Sex
Ummmm, what were you telling me about your porn skills last night? JFC!

ilu bb!
retrochic_21
Oct. 19th, 2010 09:35 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Birthday Sex
Ummm, I second the comment above me and think you need to be punished on top of it!

Just DEAD!

KJDAHS;DKFLJA;SKLDFHBAJHSD:FDLKAJSDGB

You're ridiculous and I love you!♥
litsasecret.dreamwidth.org
Oct. 19th, 2010 10:18 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Birthday Sex
You should have seen the IM convo I had with my bff while i was writing this!

So much agony, but I wanted to fill this one.
litsasecret.dreamwidth.org
Oct. 19th, 2010 10:19 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Birthday Sex
Wait til you see the Guitar Hero: Metallica fic I am writing, bbgirl! THEN YOU WILL NOT PUNISH ME.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 19th, 2010 10:57 pm (UTC)
Adam-centric angst
Because of an accident/illness/whatever, Adam loses his voice. Possibly permanently. How does he deal with the loss?

Everything else is up to the author, even though I'm an Adam/Tommy shipper who loves happy endings.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 19th, 2010 11:02 pm (UTC)
Re: Second fill
... please don't give me ideas. Please?

AND OK =D
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