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janesgravity
Nov. 4th, 2010 06:50 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Through Broken Walls 5/5
THIS IS MY BRAIN ON FIC.

HEY, SOMEONE HAS TO! CAM IS TOTES BADASS. WHY AM I STILL IN CAPS?


Thank youuuuuuuuu <3
neednotwant
Nov. 4th, 2010 07:26 am (UTC)
Re: Mod Note (updated)
<33

And the delicious page is FINALLY up to date again!

http://www.delicious.com/glam_kink
technicolornina
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:18 am (UTC)
Here In The Dark, 28a/??
They're barely into the dressing rooms after encore in Sydney when Tommy's against a wall, one of Adam's hands beneath Tommy's shirt pressing him to the wall and the other wound tightly in his hair, Adam's lips hard against Tommy's mouth and Adam's cock hard against his thigh. But it's not his usual just-this-side-of-too-pushy dominance—the hand in Tommy's hair actually hurts, and Tommy squirms and pushes at him at the same time.

"Ow, Adam, what the hell?" He stares up, and whatever in Adam drove him to a display almost too violent for comfort drains out of him, leaving him with a contrite expression nothing like the whoops-sorry-Ma Cheshire grin he flashed the audience only a few minutes ago. Adam lets go, and when he realises there are strands of Tommy's hair clinging to his hand he visibly winces and then runs his fingers gently through Tommy's hair to ease the sting.

"I'm sorry, shit . . . " Tommy can see Adam getting ready to go into one of his usual rambling apologies and touches a finger to his lips.

"Adam, are you okay?"

At first he thinks Adam's going to say he's just fine, just got carried away, and work his way around the roadblock Tommy threw up so he can make his apology. Then Adam looks down and shakes his head, and Tommy glances at the paper over the mirror before running his own fingers through Adam's hair.

"Get dressed," he says. "Don't worry about taking off your makeup yet unless it's bugging you. I'll be back in five, okay?"

Adam nods, and Tommy heads for the dressing room shared by the band, stripping down fast and pulling on jeans and a T-shirt before having a couple of quiet words with Isaac and borrowing his jacket and a baseball cap. It's too chill even in Australia to go bare-armed (not to mention his tattoos aren't exactly subtle), but his hoodie is too recognisable for what he wants.

Adam's in his own jeans when Tommy gets back, the heaviest of his makeup gone but traces of glitter and eyeliner still clinging to his skin. Street makeup, pretty much. Tommy checks to make sure he's in shoes, then takes the jacket he borrows from Monte and makes Adam shrug into it.

"Tommy, what—"

"There's a maintenance tunnel that'll let us out on the other side of the street," Tommy answers. "We're going for a walk." He sees the look of protest on Adam's face and puts a finger against his lips before he can start. "Just for like ten or fifteen minutes. Fans've waited longer before."

He leads Adam down a tunnel that's supposed to be for staff and Really Important Guests Who Need To Make A Fast Getaway only, feeling weird and still sort of like they shouldn't be there, and then they're breathing the outside air and walking down the street toward the university hand in hand. Tommy doesn't waste the time they've got by musing about how Sydney has incredible light pollution or making small talk; he just gets straight to the point.

"What's going on with you, Adam?" he asks, shifting his hands because he's taller than Isaac but Isaac's arms are longer and his sleeves come down to Tommy's knuckles. Adam takes a breath that sounds like he's not crying yet, but could be.

"Look, this isn't on you, I'm just—"

"Don't give me shit because you don't want me to feel guilty, say it," Tommy interrupts. "I got directions off the tunnel maps and there's not very far we can go before we have to turn around because I don't remember it all."

"I'm really not used to hiding stuff," Adam spits out. "And I know you're probably right and talking about it right now could really derail the tour and I don't want to push you into anything but—I want to be able to go out, you know? Just . . . not have to look around to make sure nobody's getting pictures of us holding hands or asking Neil to hide your keycard so nobody wonders why you're staying in my room or . . . pulling shit like tonight so everyone thinks I'm still single. It's weird."

Tommy takes a deep breath. He knows Adam's been more than patient, and kind about his patience; he also knows he's still scared.

And he knows, too, that being scared for life isn't the way he wants to be.
technicolornina
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:19 am (UTC)
Here In The Dark, 28b/??
"We've got seven weeks until the tour's over," he says. "If—shit," he interrupts himself. It sounds lame even before he says it. Adam glances over at him.

"If what?"

Tommy shakes his head. "It's not fair," he answers, and Adam squeezes his hand.

"Life isn't fair, Tommy. You just say it."

Tommy looks up. He can see a cluster of buildings that can only be the university. Time to turn around. He grabs Adam's other arm to stop him, make them face to face.

"If this is still what you want then, we'll tell everybody," he says. "No matter what, I promise."

Adam shakes his head. "I said I didn't want to make you do something you're not ready for."

"Then I guess I should get ready, shouldn't I?" He tries to smile. It feels too big and fake and afraid, and Tommy does what he did when he was still a teenager a couple of months too young to actually be in the bar with the rest of his then-band for a gig: visualises a stage, and the audience, and then instead of the audience in their underwear or an agent with a giant smile on his face taking enthusiastic notes on how fucking amazing they are he imagines walking onto the stage with Adam's arm around him, protecting him from whatever those people in the audience might say—and as if by magic he sees in that split-second psychological trick faces in the front rows, the people he knows will have their backs—Allison, both their mums and Adam's dad, the band, the dancers, Neil, a few of the TALC ladies, half a dozen of Adam's friends Tommy actually knows, a couple of his old bandmates, Brad (who, Tommy thinks, will probably be more thrilled than can really be healthy to hear Adam's getting laid)—and as he realises how many faces there are to fill those front rows he feels the smile relax, become more natural. "And tonight we're going to go back and you're going to find that guy the deejay wanted to set you up with so fucking bad . . . . Jason?"

"Josh. Tommy—"

"—you're going to find Josh and go out and have a couple of drinks and dance and have a good time." He lets the smile change just a little—playful kitty, Adam might call it onstage. "Maybe make out with him a little if you think he's hot. And when you've got the bugs out of your skin you're going to come back to the hotel, and I'll be waiting. If you're tired we can sleep. And if you want to stay up awhile we can talk about how we're going to explain this to our parents, because they're going to be in Hawaii, right?"

"My mom is, yeah," Adam says. "But—"

"No," Tommy tells him, and puts not one but three fingers on Adam's lips. "No but. I trust you, okay? Go have fun, for real."

"I don't believe in cheating."

"I don't either. Dancing isn't cheating. Dragging him into the bathroom to fuck him would be cheating." And Tommy resists the urge to look around them, make absolutely sure there are no paps hiding, before he goes up on his toes and kisses Adam hard on the mouth. "So let's go, because you're gonna look like a totally insensitive jerk if you stand the guy up, and I can't date an insensitive jerk."

Adam laughs. And when he comes back to the hotel around three in the morning and spoons up behind Tommy and kisses his neck and breathes gratitude into his ear, Tommy finds his hand—he left the light on for Adam, but opening his eyes right now feels like too much effort to be worth waking up for—and drags it up to his heart.

"Hawaii, okay?" he mumbles, and it's probably a good thing Adam's fluent in drunkish because it's the closest thing there is to mostly-asleep-speech and fuck you very much, consciousness, Tommy has no interest in leaving his nice and cosy dream nest. He feels Adam caress his collarbone, and then the lean when he finds the lamp to shut off.

"Okay," he murmurs into Tommy's ear. And then: "Thank you."

And in his sleep, Tommy smiles.
janesgravity
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:24 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
My heart! Oh my god I love Tommy soooooooooooooooo much in this!
technicolornina
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:31 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
O HAI. ♥
janesgravity
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:33 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
HAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII BB HAI

I've been writing/working :DDD
technicolornina
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:35 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYY :-DDDDDDDDDDDDD I didn't even know if you were still reading this monster. 28 pieces, WTF, self, really?
janesgravity
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:38 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
Lol this ~monster could go on forever and I'd still read it. It's awesome <3
xxvikixx
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:40 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
Oh my heart <3
technicolornina
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:45 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
hee ^^;;;;;;;;;;; It won't tho. BUT LONG ENOUGH, GOD.
neednotwant
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:45 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
:DDDDDDDD

"So let's go, because you're gonna look like a totally insensitive jerk if you stand the guy up, and I can't date an insensitive jerk."

ilu Tommy.

(on a side note, I did kind of dig the whole rough hair pulling.. for obvs reasons :P)

I love that Tommy's still afraid but that he's getting there, and that visualisation thing gave me hearteyes omg.

:DDDDDDD MOAR MOAR (that's all I seem to be saying today)

janesgravity
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:46 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
I FAIL TO SEE THE PROBLEM *_*
2db1234
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:58 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
I've been assured by important people that this comment will be in the right place now, lol. Will see. Anyway, still loving this story. I like quiet, calm Tommy, and I like it following the tour schedule. :) (now to see if this worked)
nolechica
Nov. 4th, 2010 10:59 am (UTC)
Re: Here In The Dark, 28b/??
Damn, things are moving faster now.
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