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(Anonymous)
Oct. 27th, 2010 11:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy: Ass play
DW!!!
technicolornina
Oct. 28th, 2010 08:06 am (UTC)
Here In The Dark, 19a/??
AN: I was finally convinced to go unanon. Don't abuse the privilege.

Tommy can't believe the week is almost over.

His weeks have been pretty much the same all the time since June, it's true—every day he works he's doing the exact same thing—but they've been in the same tiny country for a week, in the same place for three whole days, it's like somebody found heaven and gave Tommy a temporary pass. It's restful in a way even his time back in LA wasn't, and that's probably why, when he sees the girl sitting in the front row with her many colourful bracelets and the mask covered in feathers and rhinestones, he smiles. Even with half her face covered, she's kind of cute.

Adam sees her too, and Tommy wonders if he's going to have to get bitchy to remind Adam other people are allowed to exist in Tommy's general area. Instead Adam cocks an eyebrow at Tommy that Tommy can't read, so he just sort of smiles and goes back to his bass.

Tommy's scrubbing off his eye makeup—probably harder than he should, but what the hell, it's their last show for a day or two—when Adam comes in, trying to shake glitter out of his hair and only succeeding in spreading it all over everything.

"I saw that group with the masks out by the barricades," he says, and Tommy throws a makeup pad in the trash.

"Yeah?"

"You should go out tonight," Adam tells him. "Get away from the television for awhile." He smiles, and there's something Tommy can't quite place that's wrong with that smile, but then the wrongness vanishes and Tommy figures it was probably, what do they call it, being too tired and getting fucked up. Faulty spacial perception? He doesn't remember. "When's the last time you got to hang out with a bunch of pretty girls?"

"It's been awhile," Tommy admits, and closes one eye to take off his mascara. "You don't want to do anything for the last night in Japan?"

"I'm a little tired," Adam answers, and when Tommy looks at him he can see where, yeah, Adam has circles and could probably use about fourteen hours uninterrupted. "Go on, have fun."

So when Tommy's done cleaning up and kissing Adam an early goodnight he goes, slipping out between the barricades after most of the fans are gone and heading off with the masked group who are just as enthusiastic when the rhinestones and feathers come off and they're left in just technicolor makeup. They're all over 20, too, which is great—it means a karaoke bar that serves actual alcohol.

What's not so great is when the first girl he saw in the audience sits down right next to him, smiling in a way that can only mean one thing, and when she puts a hand on his arm Tommy sees a sudden flash of blue eyes and really, really wishes he and Adam had ever talked about what to do in a situation like this. She's cute, yeah, and if he was single he might consider asking her to text him sometime, but he's got somebody waiting for him back at the hotel, and the mental image of Adam sleeping peacefully with his face buried in Tommy's pillow while Tommy's out, yeah, they have a word for that, it's called "cheating," is enough to stick a knife in his guts and twist it even when he hasn't done anything.

Finally Tommy just glances up at the clock on the wall and pretends to yawn when two of the people in this group—one guy, one girl—finish their song and come back to the table.

"I hate to be the square, but I should get going, I've got to be up really early tomorrow," he says, idiotically happy that Japanese fans don't do the clingy-obsessive thing some people do. Instead they send him off in a cheerful cloud of well-wishes and congratulations, and if that one girl in the blue and green makeup, the one he saw from the stage, looks disappointed, there's not a whole lot Tommy can do about that.
technicolornina
Oct. 28th, 2010 08:07 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 19a/??
He tries to be quiet when he lets himself into Adam's room, but he must make some sound, because Adam shifts and then a voice, small and miserable and not very Adamish at all, comes from the bed.

"I told you I don't need the lecture," he says, and Tommy tries to shut the door quietly, wondering if Adam's on the phone. "I'm old enough to decide how the hell I want to run my relationships."

"Adam?"

Adam rolls over, and Tommy sees several things at once: the first one is the tear-tracks Adam tries to wipe off before Tommy can catch them. The second one is that Adam thought he was someone else.

"Hey," he says, and Tommy doesn't need to speak fluent Adam to know that casual tone is a lie. "You're back early."

Tommy kicks off his creepers and heads across the room to sit next to Adam. "It was fun until one of them started hitting on me," he answers. "I thought you'd be asleep."

"Started—" Adam stops in the middle and looks up at him. Tommy stares back.

"What?"

Adam puts his hands over his eyes, like a kid at one of Tommy's beloved B-reels trying to decide if he should be afraid or not. "I can't keep doing this," he says at last, and Tommy opens his mouth to protest.

"Hey, this hasn't been easy for me, either—"

"I know I'm too self-centred for this kind of a relationship and I can't tell you to spend who the fuck knows how long ignoring what you really want when—"

And that's when Tommy realises what Adam's talking about, and leans to shake him. "Will you fucking stop that? I came back tonight because I'm interested in you, you dumbass, I'm just not—" He takes advantage of Adam's shock to take a breath, because yeah, obviously they need to both put all their cards on the table before everything implodes, and that means saying everything. "If I didn't want to be with you, I'd tell you. I've just never . . . you know, been a bottom before."

"That's easy, you just—" And then what Tommy means sinks in, and Tommy can actually see everything clicking together behind Adam's face. " . . . oh." He scrubs at his eyes with one hand and then lets them drop. "Shit. Shit, Tommy, I'm so sorry."

Adam sits up and wraps his arms around his knees. Tommy leans over and rests his head on Adam's shoulder. "So now what?"

Adam finds Tommy's hand, turns it over, squeezes it. "What do you want to do?" he asks, and he sounds way too miserable for Tommy's liking, so Tommy starts his answer by turning Adam's head and getting to his knees so he can reach properly.

"Just . . . cut me a little slack?" Tommy asks, finally. "You've got ten years on me with this whole discovering-your-sexuality shit. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."

Adam nods. Then he smiles a little. "You're doing way better than I did, for what it's worth," he answers, and Tommy smiles back. Adam's smile breaks apart on a gigantic yawn.

"God, cover your mouth," Tommy chides. "Were you born in a barn?"

Adam laughs and pulls him close, and as they slowly undress each other and slide bare beneath the covers—to sleep, and it's nice, Tommy thinks, to sleep that way with someone—it occurs to Tommy that he's walked away from something he may never get back.

And somehow, he doesn't really mind.
etharei
Oct. 28th, 2010 08:19 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 19a/??
I LOVE YOU FOREVER AND EVER, NON-ANON, THOUGH I CAN STILL PRETEND YOU'RE AN ANON IN THE ~DARK OMG LAME JOKE IS LAME IF YOU WANT ME TO.

Another gorgeous update that I want to cuddle with, like now, because UNF Tommy is being all mature and shit and I was AFRAID at the start of this chapter but it turned out okay! I think I mentioned before that I love how it's the relationship that's causing the characters' development, because usually the development happens and then the relationship is like the ~reward at the end. Silly Adam for being all noble. TOMMY WILL CUDDLE YOU AS PUNISHMENT.
xxvikixx
Oct. 28th, 2010 08:56 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 19a/??
OMG OMG *hugs them both then hugs you*

Thank you for unanoning 'cause I think you're awesome ♥♥♥
technicolornina
Oct. 28th, 2010 10:15 am (UTC)
Here In The Dark, 20/??
"Remind me again why we're going in Sasha's room?" Tommy asks, as Adam slides the keycard into the slot and pulls Tommy inside.

"She forgot her makeup bag," Adam answers, and waits until the door clicks shut. "Because you going to my room here is a bad idea and two days of this is going to drive me fucking crazy." He pulls Tommy into a hug, and they kiss in the tight angle of the room where they're hidden from the windows. "God, I'm glad I don't live here."

Tommy strokes Adam's hair and burrows against his neck. "It's two days."

"Too long," Adam protests. "I can't wait to get to New Zealand." He slips one hand under Tommy's shirt, then slides the bolt on Sasha's door and pulls the zip on Tommy's jeans. Tommy grabs his hand.

"Adam, we don't have a whole lot of time—"

Adam kisses him, then closes his eyes and drops to his knees so fast Tommy would almost swear he fell. Then Tommy's shut up in an entirely different way when Adam yanks Tommy's jeans down around his thighs and goes down on him, all the way down on him, in one single lightning-fast stroke. Tommy makes a kind of high-pitched noise that, fuck you very much, vocabulary, is totally not a squeak, and has at least enough presence of mind to cover his mouth.

Tommy's never gotten head in a dark room with his eyes shut before, and either everything is ten times as intense in the dark or Adam's just really fucking good at this, and when Tommy lets his head fall back against the wall and everything else jerk forward Adam grabs his hips to keep him from either sliding down the wall or breaking Adam's neck, and that's fucking intense, metal too thick to ever get skin-warm against long fingers and the brush of a leather wrist-cuff, and yeah, Tommy's never dating someone who doesn't wear a fuckton of jewellery ever again.
Tommy doesn't dare take his hand off his mouth because he doesn't know what might come spilling out that has the potential to be really fucking loud, but apparently Adam didn't bring a condom, so finally Tommy pries his other hand off the wall and shoves at Adam's shoulder, only to get his hand batted away and then fuck, this is what happens when you don't—

Except as Adam holds him up, pulls off with a single long lick and stands up, as Tommy opens his eyes probably a little too fast, Tommy realises Adam's grinning like an idiot. Then Adam flicks on the lights, and as he turns away Tommy catches him licking the corner of his mouth all the way down to his fucking chin, and Tommy groans.

"Fuck. You," he says, and Adam chuckles low in his throat, but there's a kind of regret in that sound, too.

"No time," Adam answers. "Go clean up. Fast."

Tommy goes, yanking his jeans up and checking in Sasha's bathroom mirror to make sure he doesn't look totally like he just got every man's dream blowjob, and as he comes out Adam hands him the makeup bag. Tommy grabs Adam's belt to stop him.

"You?" he asks, and Adam smiles and shakes his head.

"I'd like you to go down on me sometime," he says, and the way he says it—so casually he could be discussing the weather—reminds Tommy that yeah, they've still got a way to go, because he couldn't do that. "But not like this." He strokes Tommy's hair out of his face. "I want to be able to talk you through it. Slow. Just us. Not speed-fucking in somebody else's hotel room."

And sucking cock shouldn't sound that kind of stupid, hearts-and-stars-in-your-eyes romantic, but after the talk they had in Tokyo it is, somehow, just the right blend of sweet and and dirty to make it sound good—a night in Adam's bedroom learning with no pressure, instead of a five-minute half-anonymous tryst—and Tommy leans up to kiss him one more time before they go, Adam muttering down the hall about how Sasha really needs to learn to pack her stuff so it's all in one place because finding her shit is a total nightmare (a nightmare, yeah, Tommy thinks, it was right in the middle of the bed and it was totally there on purpose, if he knows Sasha and Adam).

They're far apart on the stage that night, and for the first time Tommy feels that separation as an actual ache in his heart.

Adam's right, he thinks. New Zealand can't come fast enough.
etharei
Oct. 28th, 2010 10:21 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 20/??
ALSFJLSAGFJSAKFKLAGJASLFKAL

AJKFSKJDKLAFLSJKLAJFKLSJKLFAJKFAGJAKL;

OKAY SO MY BRAIN HAS MELTED. The darkness, and the relative suddenness, and then the image of Adam's mouth all ~messy, and NNNGGGGHHHHH. Also LOLLL at Sasha and Adam ~scheming.
2db1234
Oct. 28th, 2010 10:31 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 20/??
this is sooo good. I can feel the angst, tears, confusion, and hesitant happiness everywhere.
janesgravity
Oct. 28th, 2010 10:49 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 19a/??
OH HAI NON-ANON NINA. HOW YOU DOING? THIS IS AWESOME. I loooove Tommy. He's so uncertain, but unshakable in the stuff he does know and opuasdfoiasdf IDK. I love it a lot lot.
technicolornina
Oct. 28th, 2010 10:51 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 19a/??
WHY THANK YOU.


. . . your li'l peeping Tommy there makes me feel guilty. He's like "o hai ninalyn y u no let me do fun things? y u make me angst all the time? I can has loves?"
janesgravity
Oct. 28th, 2010 10:57 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 19a/??
that's why I used him

Here, have some pretty Cam :D


.... really going home to my internetless house now ...
blueeye01
Oct. 28th, 2010 11:04 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 20/??
ICU ex-anon ICU ;)

OH BOYS! <333
(Anonymous)
Oct. 28th, 2010 01:43 pm (UTC)
@Sexstrology: Aquarius will be first to try a new sex position they read in ancient texts

Adam/Tommy or Bradam preferred, silliness appreciated, but I'll take whatever I can get.
fobsessed54
Oct. 28th, 2010 01:55 pm (UTC)
i agree with janescott. i need this to live
(Anonymous)
Oct. 28th, 2010 02:13 pm (UTC)
Adam/Tommy
Really angsty, sad, depressing fic based off the song 'What Sarah Said' by Death Cab For Cutie. (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NQuVudn1-RE) In particular:
'But I'm thinking of what Sarah said:
That "love is watching someone die"
So who's going to watch you die?..'

Character death is totes cool if you want to go there, I just really want it to focus on the relationship and ~connection between Adam and Tommy.

Bonus points if you make me cry
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