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technicolornina
Oct. 30th, 2010 09:32 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 21/??
Welcome to the party ♥!
technicolornina
Oct. 30th, 2010 09:35 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 22/??
Even when Monte starts playing something that's definitely not "20th Century Boy," Tommy doesn't suspect a thing.

It's not until Adam puts a hand on his shoulder and says "and in celebration, tonight we're going to sing one of his favourite songs" that Tommy starts getting the idea Monte isn't just fucking around, and then Adam says "and I . . . kind of know the words, sorta" and yeah, they're playing fucking Metallica, man, Neil wasn't kidding about Adam coming up with the most totally fucking rad gifts in this or any other universe.

Tommy bites his lip to keep from busting out laughing when Adam says it's going to be like karaoke (because if there's one thing he knows about Adam it's that Adam's pretty much incapable of just singing along like it's karaoke) and listens to the beat to pick up the bass line, then wonders when Cam and Isaac even had the time to learn this because Monte knows it but Cam isn't a Metallica fan and Tommy's not so sure Isaac is, either, and then he remembers Adam sending him for lunch with Neil and Tommy mutters "you sneaky son of a bitch" under his breath, grinning like an idiot the whole time.

Tommy hears, somewhere far off and distant, Adam telling everyone "this is all for Mr. Tommy Joe" before he waits a couple of bars to get his bearings and start singing, but Tommy's already totally headbanging away and blissed out on those first few measures, he's playing Metallica with the most awesome fucking band ever in front of a few thousand screaming people, and he can hear a couple of them in the front row singing along a little off-key but totally making up for lack of experience with enthusiasm, easing Adam over those first couple of lines. Tommy looks over between verses and sees Adam still sitting on his knees, apparently completely unembarrassed by having to sing off the back of a bunch of old set lists (and how big did he write those lyrics, exactly?), belting out the words like he's been singing them since birth. Tommy comes back to the front of the stage for a peek, and then he looks out at the faces he can see before they're swallowed by darkness and yeah, he totally feels like a real fucking rock star right now.

And then Adam starts bouncing on his heels, and yeah, it's probably just because Adam fidgets when he can't move but fuck if it doesn't look like something completely different, and Tommy has to go back to the back of the stage, he's got to, before he does something embarrassing like jumping Adam's bones in front of two thousand screaming fans (who'd probably love it even if that's not the show they paid to see, but there are some things the fans just don't need to see). Except it's like Adam's chasing him all around the stage without ever moving, because as soon as Tommy gets comfortable in the back Adam turns and spreads his legs and yeah, normally Tommy wouldn't be able to see jack shit from this angle but Adam's far enough out front that he can see everything, he's getting a free show from the kitty pen, and it only takes a couple of seconds before he decides he's going to be a lot more comfortable up at the front, where all he'll be able to see is the back of Adam's head.

Finally, finally Adam stops being sin personified (or at least, stops looking like he is) and stands up, and Tommy flips his hair out of his face to see if there's some cue he's going to need. Adam raises an eyebrow and crooks a finger, and after standing his ground for just a second—you can only boss me around so much—Tommy goes. He can already hear people in the audience screaming, they know what Adam doing that kind of thing means (or at least, they think they do), and so as Adam tells him "happy birthday" Tommy decides to flip the tables. There's only so much he can do at his height, but he leans and stretches up and he can feel Adam's surprise in his lips and teeth and tongue as Tommy kisses him back with as much enthusiasm as he can spare while trying not to fuck up a progression he doesn't actually know.

It's never not been real for me, Tommy hears in the back of his head, and yeah: even under the lights, even where everyone can see and cameras are flashing right and left, this time it's real for him, too.
nolechica
Oct. 30th, 2010 10:10 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 22/??
I love how you fit his birthday in.
technicolornina
Oct. 30th, 2010 10:44 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 23/??
They're barely in the wings before Tommy has Adam pressed against a wall, up on his toes with his arms around Adam's neck, fingers tangling in his hair, probably smearing his lipstick all to hell and not caring as Adam takes Tommy's weight on his arms and helps him stretch.

"That was fucking amazing," Tommy breathes against Adam's lips when they break apart just long enough to take a breath, and then he goes back to kissing Adam before he can get any kind of response because yeah, whoever said music was the world's best high (and maybe it was somebody famous and maybe it was one of his friends, he doesn't remember right now and really doesn't care) was totally right, Tommy could totally stand here covered in sweat and glitter forever, and when Adam pulls away Tommy puts a hand on the back of his neck to keep him from trying to escape off to one side.

"I'm sorry I lied to you," Adam murmurs, and Tommy stretches as far as he can to kiss him again.

"Oh, shut up," he says, wondering what he'll do if Adam starts squirming and then not needing to worry about it because that's Adam's tongue tracing his lips, and yeah, they could be here for awhile, at least until Tommy needs to breathe again. "If that's what I get—" and Adam looks like the most incredible hot mess backed against one of the wings with traces of Tommy's lipstick clinging to his gloss and his makeup faded out by an hour under the stage lights, so Tommy interrupts himself to press another kiss against Adam's mouth—"when you—lie to me—you can do it—whenever the fuck you want," he finally finishes, and Adam's hand is just creeping under his shirt when both of their earpieces crackle and Neil's voice comes over the channel.

"Adam, tech wants to know when they can unwire you," he says. "And you might both want to know I've been keeping people out of this wing for the last three minutes because I can totally see every single thing you're doing right now. You're on Channel 4."

Tommy jumps. Adam flicks on his mic—off the public channel, according to Neil—and raises it. "Are you standing over there watching me make out?"

"It's a dirty job," Neil's voice buzzes in Tommy's ear. "But somebody's got to to it."

"Fuck you, Neil."

When Neil's voice comes back, it sounds shocked, in that I'm-faking-but-totally-genuine way Tommy's convinced only the Lambert boys can actually pull off. "Hey, only that once when I was trying to pay for college!"

Adam snickers and leans his forehead against Tommy's, stroking his back beneath the damp black cotton trying to cling to Tommy's skin. "I'll be back in a minute. Go ahead and let the crew out," he says, then raises the mic high enough for Neil to see and switches it off again. "We should go."

"Yeah," Tommy answers, and he's a little bit startled to realise he doesn't really want to. Adam leans over to talk into his ear, tugging out Tommy's earpiece so he can speak low.

"We don't have to be up early tomorrow," is all he says, but Tommy feels every slowly-relaxing nerve in his body coil right back up to full tightness, and he knows what it is Adam means by that so-innocent-sounding statement. And yeah—tonight he could really go for that.

Tommy never does quite figure out how he gets out of makeup and costume and out to sign, into the car, off to the party the crew planned—it's all a blur, mixed in with lightning-fast touches and glances that don't do anything to cool him down. Some girl in the crowd giggles and tells him she hopes he enjoys his birthday head, and Tommy blinks at her while she giggles with the girl next to her—shit, is it that obvious? Then he sees the flash of an iPhone and gets it; the badgers are up to something again, and he'll probably see it all over his feed later.
(Anonymous)
Oct. 30th, 2010 11:00 am (UTC)
Re: Mod Note
ty bb :3
(Anonymous)
Oct. 30th, 2010 11:01 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy
omg i love that song
etharei
Oct. 30th, 2010 11:23 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 23/??
OMG I AM IN LOVE. LEMME HAVE YOUR BABIES.

I've been wanting to read a fic that features Tommy's experience with his 'birthday song' AND OMG I LOVE HOW YOU DID IT HERE. (LOL I totally saw you tweeting your ~observations about Tommy's onstage ~movements for that song.) It must have been such a surreal and amazing moment for Tommy, a childhood (or teenagehood) dream come true. Even IRL it was a demonstration of how much the band loves him ♥

And LOL with Neil watching them make out. Can I say again how much I really, really love how you write the brothers? I bet Neil was grinning the entire time, before he put on his grump face.
technicolornina
Oct. 30th, 2010 11:28 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 24/??
Adam sits down next to him somewhere around the time Neil hits the dance floor with Sasha, both of them holding the remains of a beer each and Sasha giggling madly. Tommy watches Adam pull out his phone casually, like he's going to check his feed or play a couple of rounds of Angry Birds, and then Tommy hears the little shutter-click sound and Adam grins impishly at him, turning the phone to show him a picture of Neil and Sasha in a position Neil would find horribly compromising, namely, having fun. Adam leans over and puts his lips against Tommy's ear to be heard, and Tommy fights a shiver.

"Should we go while they're occupied?" he asks, and Tommy nods. He appreciates Neil's help at the theatre, but he likes the idea of tonight uninterrupted.

The hotel isn't far from the club the group dragged him to, and Tommy breathes deep as they set off down the block. New Zealand smells like spring instead of fall, even if it's a very different kind of spring, and Tommy intends to enjoy it while he can. Adam glances around—the streets are still moderately full, mostly of partiers, but nobody's given them so much as a passing glance, and after a moment's hesitation on Adam's part Tommy feels a couple of ringed fingers brush against his. He brushes back, and their fingers hook and catch, Adam grinning down at him like a kid and squeezing Tommy's hand. Tommy's return smile is more in his eyes than on his mouth, but they're walking under a streetlamp when he gives it, and he can tell Adam sees.

They're barely through Adam's door when Adam pulls off Tommy's jacket, hangs it on the hook by the door, and folds Tommy into his arms. "We need to talk."

Tommy tenses—is this really how the night ends? Dinner and that fucking awesome set and . . . this, because Tommy's never heard "we need to talk" end well—and then Adam kisses his neck, just a gentle press of lips to skin. "Chill," he says, and nuzzles against Tommy's neck. "It's nothing you've got to worry about."

Tommy relaxes a little, just enough to let Adam lead him by the hands from the door to the bed, where Adam sits and pats the spread. Tommy hesitates, then sits next to him.

"So you know by now I'm a total idiot," Adam tells him, and Tommy blinks. Not quite the opener he was expecting. "Relationships are like a game. You've got rules and outcomes and rewards and penalties for things you do. It sounds really unromantic when you put it that way, but it's true. And we've been playing by my rules for six weeks, and I never even bothered to ask about yours."

"Adam—"

Adam puts a finger to Tommy's lips. Then he reaches for Tommy's hands, folds his own around them, stares directly into Tommy's eyes with that gaze so perfectly honest it could shame a newborn. "I'd like to learn your rules, Tommy Joe," he says, and it's a dumb kind of metaphor and Adam was totally right about it sounding like the least romantic thing on earth, but it still makes something catch way back in Tommy's throat. "Nothing's off-limits. Show me what you want."

Tommy's pretty sure that sound wasn't really a gasp when it started, but somewhere along the way part of it died and the air was the only thing left. Adam pulls Tommy into his arms.

"If you want to go to bed right now, we can do that," Adam tells him. "Separate or together." He pauses. Tommy stays silent. "Or we can . . . do pretty much anything as long as you don't need something that's not in one of our bags," he continues, and Tommy can tell from Adam's tone that Adam's trying to not box him in. "The sky's the limit if you're a little creative. I've been told I do really good backrubs." And he really starts kneading the spot at the base of Tommy's neck with his thumbs, the promise of something a little more exciting than that in every tiny circle his fingers make. "I could see if I can make you come without either of us touching your cock," he suggests. "I've always wanted to try that with somebody." Another pause. "You could top."

Tommy feels his fingers tighten on Adam's arm and wills himself to not leave nail-prints. He knows what kind of commitment it takes for Adam to offer something like that. "Really?"

Adam's hand runs through his hair. "Yeah."

Tommy reaches up to catch the hand before it can get away.

"Yeah."
etharei
Oct. 30th, 2010 11:37 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 24/??
NNNNGGGGHHHHHHH

That said, this was actually a really sweet moment. I love how you showed how caring and understanding Adam is. He's totally gone out of his way to give Tommy a memorable birthday, and the thought of what he's offering JUST MELTED MY BRAIN.

I also loved their little journey back to the hotel. Like, clearly it was in public and they were nervous about that, but when I was reading it I was focused more on their little wordless exchanges, and it felt really intimate because they were so careful about it, which is totally what it feels like when you're trying not to show obvious affection in public.

COCKTEEEEEAAAAASE THO.
2db1234
Oct. 30th, 2010 11:49 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 24/??
"I'd like to learn your rules, Tommy Joe," he says,
Ok, I just melted.. I love this story :)
xxvikixx
Oct. 30th, 2010 12:46 pm (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 24/??
*___*

Edited at 2010-10-30 12:47 pm (UTC)
charly2004
Oct. 30th, 2010 06:19 pm (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 24/??
OMG I just read this all from the start.
I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!!
<333
blueeye01
Oct. 30th, 2010 07:37 pm (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 24/??
Nnnnngggghhh *________*
(Anonymous)
Oct. 30th, 2010 10:44 pm (UTC)
Gen? Adam/Tommy?
The glamtroupe think it would be hilarious to enter Tommy in a beauty pageant. Tommy is reluctant but just sits and laughs while Sutan does his make up and hair. Adam helps him with the swimsuit section, Sasha and Terrance help him with the beauty section and Isaac advises him what to do for the talent section. In the mean time, Monte, Cam and Neil think it is ridiculous and make sure all of it is remembered by taking photos and videos. Idc about the outcome, but I am totes welcome to beauty-ed up sexy tiems after the show with Adam.

LOL long detailed prompt is long and detailed. I guess tl;dr, hilarious glamtroupe beauty pageant tiems. :D
medea_aries
Oct. 31st, 2010 12:30 am (UTC)
Re: My Fair Tommy
Oooooh... I love this!
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