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(Anonymous)
Oct. 21st, 2010 05:00 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy
Oh fuck yes pleaaaaaaase
hadmyheart
Oct. 21st, 2010 06:51 am (UTC)
Re: Post tour Adam/Tommy
:B I want this.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 21st, 2010 07:54 am (UTC)
Here In The Dark, 15/??
"I need to talk to you," Adam says, as Tommy tosses his shaving stuff back into his bag, and Tommy closes his eyes. Even after last night, after that fucking sick concert that left them both so high they just spent their entire last night together kissing and memorising bodies until sometime close to dawn without even thinking about fucking, he knew this was coming.

"Look, I'm sorry about—"

Adam puts a finger on Tommy's lips. "Let's forget about that, okay? You were right, I was being an asshole. That's not what we need to talk about."

Tommy blinks up from his bag. "Then what?"

"Lane said there's a magazine in Japan that wants to interview you. And we already know pretty much the whole country is going to want to interview me."

"Yeah? So?" Tommy zips his bag and looks around the room to make sure he didn't forget anything.

"So I think we should probably decide before we leave what it is we're telling people," Adam says, and then Tommy feels a sudden chill.

"You mean about—"

"Yeah," Adam confirms, and pulls Tommy into his arms. "I don't mind telling. Or not, it's up to you. But someone's going to ask, because that's what they do, and—"

"And it looks better if we're both telling the same story."

"Yeah."

Tommy leans back against Adam and shakes his head. "Fuck, I—I don't know, Adam. I'm not—" Tommy finally breaks off and holds his hands up helplessly. Adam leans over to kiss his cheek.

"If you need more time I can deal with that," he says, and Tommy reaches for the hand on his waist to press his own against it. "I love you." He leaves enough of a beat for Tommy to say it back, if he wants to, but neither of them fill it, and Adam squeezes Tommy's fingers. Tommy has just long enough to be grateful Adam gets it before Adam speaks again. "If I've got any chance at all I don't want it to implode over too many zoom lenses and not enough common decency."

"You're really something else, you know that?" Tommy asks, and Adam chuckles.

"I've been told that," he answers. "But nobody ever seems to know what 'something' is."

"Huh?" Tommy pulls out of Adam's arms so he has the room to twist and look up at him.

"Well, if I'm something else there has to be a something to compare me to, doesn't there?"

Tommy groans, grabs the first pillow he finds on the bed, and swings it. Adam laughs and pulls it out of his hands, swinging it back.

Neither one of them hear the knock on the door, or the click of Neil's key, and neither of them can be really bothered to stop when he yells "Hey, you know, we've got planes to catch!"

They keep going for another ten seconds or so, until Adam abruptly drops his pillow, grabs Tommy's wrist, and ends the whole thing with his mouth. There aren't really any good places to hit somebody who's got their tongue in your mouth, Tommy realises, and finally he goes limp and kisses back. It's going to be the only chance they have to say goodbye, because like hell he's kissing goodbye in an airport bathroom. Somewhere behind them he hears Neil make the kind of gagging noise that is the sole property of younger siblings, and then the door swings shut and they break apart.

"We have to go," Adam murmurs, and Tommy nods before bending down to toss his pillow back on the bed and grab his bag. Then he reaches for Adam's hand.

"Not now," he says, and Adam meets his eyes. "Not . . . not yet."

Tommy actually feels guilty when Adam's smile lights up the room, big and open and almost childish, it's so happy. Just because Tommy said "yet" instead of "no," and suddenly Tommy wants to wrap Adam carefully in those bubbles you're supposed to send fragile items in and put him somewhere safe where he'll never be hurt badly enough to stop smiling that way.

"Okay," Adam says, and tips Tommy's head up with two fingers for one last peck before they go. "I'll see you in Japan."

Tommy wrinkles his nose as Adam's fringe brushes it and tickles. Then he smiles.

"Okay."

It's probably a good thing he has no idea what the rest of Asia's going to be like.
etharei
Oct. 21st, 2010 08:05 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 15/??
EEEEE OMG BOOOOYS. Like, I want to whack Tommy for being so obtuse but I know perfectly well what it's like to be afraid of admitting things, to want to be safe and stick with the familiar. My heart's already breaking a little bit for Adam, though, because he's all patient and sweet and open. And Adam's totally this trusting, which is why some of us fans get pretty mother hen over him.

*WANTS TO WRAP THEM BOTH IN BUBBLES*
blueeye01
Oct. 21st, 2010 11:38 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 15/??
<3 *sigh*
(Anonymous)
Oct. 21st, 2010 12:21 pm (UTC)
WANTTTTTTTT LIKE FUCKING BURNING
(Anonymous)
Oct. 21st, 2010 12:26 pm (UTC)
OH MY GOD, MY HEART. DFW :')
(Anonymous)
Oct. 21st, 2010 12:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy
OMGGGG DW :')
neednotwant
Oct. 21st, 2010 02:03 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: Brooke/Cam - Show and Tell part4 (final)
for some reason the image of a guy writing femmeslash is very amusing :P

Thank you tho :D
glamneko
Oct. 21st, 2010 05:24 pm (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 15/??
I love you for making this so real. For making Tommy scared, but also not wanting to outwardly admit it. For making Adam love him enough to be ok with that fear. <3
dangerous_47
Oct. 21st, 2010 05:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Post tour Adam/Tommy
Do want. :DD
(Anonymous)
Oct. 21st, 2010 06:31 pm (UTC)
FILLED: Here In Your Arms 1/3 - Adam/Tommy - Classic Cliché Miscommunication
This fills the first part of the prompt, the back story, I guess, before Adam breaks down and asks Tommy for slow sex.

Here In Your Arms | Adam/Tommy | NC-17 | ~1,900 words

Warnings: angsty!Adam plus the kinky warnings (to be safe): ||rough sex; barebacking; slight D/s themes; talk of bondage, fisting, and spanking||

**

Adam watches with hooded eyes, fisting his dick, as Tommy reaches back to grip his ass, pulling the cheeks apart to expose the puffy, pink hole between them. The sight sends more blood rushing to Adam's already engorged cock, and he roughly jerks himself, a deep groan torn from his throat. Tommy's the most gorgeous when he's naked, spread out on Adam's bed, waiting, begging to be fucked.

Tommy wiggles, pushing his ass back impatiently. "Come on, Adam," he demands over his shoulder, his voice wrecked from the previous night of fucking. "Are you gonna stare at me or fuck me?"

Adam's eyes narrow at the tone and the challenge in the words. Picking up the lube that's laying on the bed, Adam squeezes some out, coating his fingers. "Oh, I'm gonna fuck you all right, Tommy Joe," he growls, moving forward and smacking Tommy's ass once, his cock nestling in the crack of Tommy's ass. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard you forget your own name."

"Promises, promises," Tommy sing-songs, his words trailing off into a moan when Adam thrusts two slick fingers in him, twisting them around and opening Tommy up.

Adam quickly buries a third finger in Tommy's ass, the muscles clenching rhythmically around him, and Tommy's head drops down so that it's pillowed on his arms. "Fuck," he says, the word barely more than a hiss. "Fuck, so good. More."

Adam thinks about denying him, teasing Tommy instead until he's losing his mind, writhing and sobbing with frustrated lust because apparently Tommy thinks he can give Adam orders, but right now, Adam doesn't have that level of control; he's too worked up himself to draw it out. Maybe after the show tonight, Adam'll tie Tommy up and remind him who's boss. He could lay him out over his leg and spank him until his ass is red and throbbing and Tommy's pleading to be fucked.

Smirking with that thought, mind already racing with ideas to torture Tommy, Adam gives Tommy what he wants, pushing a fourth finger in him, getting in as deep as possible, watching raptly as Tommy's hole stretches obscenely around his fingers, all shiny and wet and gorgeous. One of these days, Adam's going to get his entire fist in Tommy's ass, open him wider than he's ever been. As much of a cockslut as Tommy is, he'll have no problem with that. He'll take it all and demand more.

An impatient huff of "Adam!" brings Adam out of his perverted imaginings, and he curls his finger and presses up, easily finding Tommy's prostate, ruthlessly rubbing on the spot, causing Tommy to tremble, curses and indistinguishable, pleasured sounds spilling from his lips.

The noises enflame Adam, his cock throbbing insistently and painfully between his legs, demanding attention. Deciding enough is enough, he doesn’t want to wait anymore, Adam pulls his fingers out of Tommy's ass, drawing a whine of displeasure from him that the dom in Adam finds very satisfying. Adam ignores it, though – after all, he'll decide when Tommy gets his pleasure – and slicks his dick with lube, lining himself up with Tommy's waiting hole. One smooth thrust later, Adam is buried to the hilt in gripping tightness and searing heat.

"Fuck, Tommy," he rasps, just holding himself inside Tommy, eyes closing as he savors the sensation of being in Tommy again. A few heartbeats later, Adam moves, starting with shallow, slow thrusts, letting Tommy adjust.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 21st, 2010 06:33 pm (UTC)
FILLED: Here In Your Arms 2/3 - Adam/Tommy - Classic Cliché Miscommunication
As always, it doesn't take long for Adam to work up a rhythm, plunging into Tommy with abandon, Tommy eagerly pressing back into him, little, breathy gasps of Adam and more and harder telling Adam just how much Tommy is enjoying himself. Adam clutches Tommy's narrow hips, fingers digging into the delicate flesh, and Adam knows Tommy will wear his brand in blooming yellows and greens tomorrow.

That thought shoots through Adam, possessiveness filling his chest and pushing him dangerously close to the edge. Leaning over Tommy's back, he kisses and licks his shoulder, wanting Tommy to wear his mark there too, while one hand slipping around Tommy's waist to grasp his dick.

"Fuck." Tommy moans at the action, before whimpering and arching into Adam's hand. Smirking, Adam doesn't reply, just tugs roughly on Tommy's cock, his grip just this side of painful, waiting.

Tommy doesn't mind the rough treatment, in fact craves it, and it's confirmed at the desperate, pleading whine Tommy gives. "Adam... please."

That's what Adam was waiting for, that final submission, and as a reward, he increases the frequency and force of his thrusts, battering Tommy's prostate repeatedly, relishing in the sounds Tommy's making. Tommy's cock twitches in Adam's hand, pre-come oozing from the tip and smoothing Adam's motions.

Tommy's close, Adam can tell, and he bites down on Tommy's shoulder, nearly hard enough to break the skin, thrusting once more, deep, and that's all it takes. Tommy tenses in his arms, crying out and spurting over Adam's fingers, Tommy's come thick and hot. Adam strokes him through the tremors, milking as much come as he can from Tommy's cock. With a gasp, Tommy collapses on the bed, his body going lax as he pants, trying to catch his breath.

Adam's so close to his own release he can taste it, furiously thrusting into Tommy.

"Fuck, Adam," Tommy says breathlessly, his fingers curling into the sheets. "Come in me. Fill me up. I want to feel it."

And fuck if that unbearably hot demand doesn't push Adam right over the edge, his hips faltering in their rhythm as his own pleasure reaches its peak. Grunting, he drops his head back as he climaxes, his vision whitening around the edges as he holds himself still and fills Tommy with his come.

Long moments later, the pleasure finally wanes and Adam drops down on the bed, rolling on his side and gathering Tommy in his arms, cock still inside him. When Tommy relaxes against Adam's chest, body soft and pliant and sated, a rush of emotion rises in Adam's chest, threatening to burst free. He ruthlessly suppresses it, swallowing the I love you he wants to say, and instead tenderly kisses and nips at Tommy's neck to express his feelings the only way he allows himself. Tommy turns his head to the side, opening his neck for Adam's attentions, their eyes meeting and locking on each other.

He's so beautiful is the only thought in Adam's mind as he stares into Tommy's sated, dark eyes. Tommy smiles gently at him, and it's like a punch to the gut. No matter how much his wishes otherwise, Tommy isn't in love with him. It was clear from the beginning that it was only physical on Tommy's part.

Ignoring the pain in his heart, Adam forces his lips into a smirk and brings his still come-coated fingers to Tommy's mouth, tracing his bottom lip. "Taste yourself," he rumbles, breath catching as Tommy's pink tongue immediately slips out, searching for Adam's fingers.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 21st, 2010 06:35 pm (UTC)
FILLED: Here In Your Arms 3/3 - Adam/Tommy - Classic Cliché Miscommunication
Tommy eagerly laps up his come, twining his tongue around Adam's fingers and sucking every last drop off, and Adam's spent dick twitches in vain. Tommy smacks his lips together exaggeratedly, raising an eyebrow. "Hmm," he murmurs, "I taste good."

Adam rolls his eyes, and says, "Of course you do," even though he does thinks Tommy tastes good. Delicious, even.

"You know you love it," Tommy says.

I love you. "I know no such thing," Adam replies, trying to be serious despite the smile tugging at his lips.

"Sure you don't," Tommy says, clearly disbelieving, leaning up to placing a light kiss on Adam's cheek. "Now, get out of me. I have to get another shower, thanks to you, and we only have," Tommy quickly glances at the clock on the bedside table, "an hour before we have to met up with everyone."

Reluctantly, Adam eases his cock out of Tommy, running his hands up and down Tommy's side a few times before Tommy bats his hands away, getting out of bed.

"Oh, fuck," Tommy says, one hand going to the small of his back. "I'm gonna be feeling that tonight."

"Sorry, baby," Adam says.

Tommy turns around then, and Adam sees an annoyed yet amused gleam in his eyes. "No, you're not," he says, shaking his head, chuckling a bit. "You like me feeling you for days after. Not that I'm complaining, but what brought that on?" He raises an eyebrow. "We just fucked in the shower a few hours ago. I figured after last night and this morning, you'd have gotten enough fucking in to last a few days."

The casual and dismissive way Tommy calls what Adam thinks of as love making 'fucking' sends a pang through his heart. He hides his reaction, though, settling for smiling sheepishly and scratching the back of his neck as he does when he's embarrassed. "I don't know," he mumbles, looking away. "I was just watching you sitting on the bed in just your boxers, humming softly under your breath as you read a magazine, and well... you were hot." Adam doesn't tell him how his heart sped up, how much he wanted to take Tommy in his arms, just kissing him and telling him how much he means to him and how much he loves him.

"Couldn't resist me, huh?" Tommy says, rolling his eyes. "Just had to have your wicked way with me?"

Adam looks back at Tommy, both his eyes and face unusually serious as he says, "I can never resist you, Tommy, and I always want to have my way with you."

Adam immediately wants to smack himself for saying that. Fuck.

Tommy tilts his head to the side, a puzzled expression on his face at Adam's unexpected answer, and he blinks. "You okay?"

There's a part of Adam that wants to say, 'No, I'm not. My heart breaks every time we have sex because you don't love me like I love you,' but he doesn’t think that'd go over very well. Actually, it'd probably just make things awkward between them and fuck up their stage dynamic. They're too close to the end of the tour for Adam to ruin it because he stupidly wants more than Tommy can give him.

So Adam puts on a fake smile and cheerily says, "Of course, glitterbaby. Never better."

Tommy's not stupid and by now he's well versed in Adam, in telling when Adam's lying, upset, or hiding something, so Adam's sure Tommy's know he's not telling the truth. Adam hopes that Tommy doesn't push the issue, though, because they really don't have time to deal with this now. Or ever. That'd be okay with Adam.

Tommy narrows his eyes at him, and for a few anxious seconds, Adam wonders if Tommy is going to push, but thankfully, Tommy lets it go and just says, "Don't call me glitterbaby, baby boy."

Adam could cry with relief when Tommy breaks the tension with his teasing demand, and Adam follows his lead, saying, "But Tommy! You are my glitterbaby! I cover you in glitter every night and you're my baby! I know you love it."

"Fuck you," Tommy responds, laughing and flipping him the bird before disappearing into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind him. Adam laughs with him, trying to ignore the ache in his chest. It's getting harder to pretend, and Adam wonders how longer he can last.

**

END.
valress
Oct. 21st, 2010 07:37 pm (UTC)
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