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Dec. 29th, 2010 05:34 am (UTC)
Re: Collision Of Your Kiss Fill 2/3

It much later when Tommy drags me backstage, apparently the blonde failed to tell me he knew them somehow. The burning of my skin hasn't gone down either; it feels like it did when I was singing Whole Lotta Love in La during my last Glamnation show. Tommy pulls the singer into a hug, for a brief second. "Hey, it's been a long time." He says to him.

The redhead laughs. "That it has. Who's your friend?" He looks over at me with haunting hazel eyes, which make the fire harder to control. The things I would do for him.

Tommy speaks for me and for once I'm thankful for that. "This is Adam Lambert." He replies to him and the singer smiles a little.

He reaches his hand out to shake mine. "Gerard Way." I go to shake his hand and when our fingers touch, it's like a fire went off in my skin. The burning is so heavy, so raw. It makes me fight back a moan and his eyes look up at mine, and I can see primal heat in them. Tommy seems to notice, the little fucker and he sniggers and Gerard glances at him.

"What Ratliff?" He says to him.

Tommy chuckles. "I thought you weren't interested in guys." He says to him, and a smile plays at his lips.

"I'm usually not but for him, I'll make an exception. “The singer replies, before adding. "Feel like going clubbing?" He turns to face me, a small grin on his face. "I don't bite promise."

I flush a little at his offer. I should go with him. It feels right if I go. I can feel him tracing patterns on my skin; it feels like my skin is burning up at his slight touch. "I'll go." I answer to him and he grins, almost as if he knows something I don't.
The redhead pulls Tommy into a hug. "Thanks ever so much." He says to the blonde with a smirk, and

Tommy merely grins in response before answering.

"Just don't fuck him up too badly." I barely hear those words come out of my bassist's mouth and I flush like hell.

Dec. 29th, 2010 05:35 am (UTC)
Re: Collision Of Your Kiss Fill 3/4
There wasn't a club to far from where the concert was held. The redhead seemed eager pulling me into the club; it was a two floored club. Downstairs was a dance floor and the normal things you find in a club, a bar and ECT. The upper levels, the place they were headed were for VIP's and there were scattered music artists upstairs.

The layout upstairs was cut into three rooms; two of them being a private dance floor and a bar, the other were a bit different. I had noticed windows hanging over the stairwells. I had assumed those were back rooms, in other words places to have sex. Gerard's fingers pressed against the side of me, holding me almost purposely close to his body as we went upstairs to the private rooms. He opened one of the doors, and I was mildly surprised at what the layout was. The walls overlooking the downstairs dance floor were glass, it didn't look tinted but I wasn't sure. There was a bed on the far side of the room, with various objects that I had seen before. His pale fingers touched my skin, it felt like pure bliss. The heat that came from the simple touch, it lit my bones on fire.

"I've never been so attracted to someone this much." His voice is a low pitch, almost husky, it nearly makes me fall to my knees, he places a finger under my chin, and leans his lips towards mine, kissing me in almost an innocent matter, that really doesn't feel innocent at all. It feels hotter than hell. My fingers pull him closer, almost clinging to the shorter male, his lips eager against mine.

His small hands push me against the nearest wall, as he keeps kissing me hard enough to bruise. The heat is agonizing, and it feels so good. My fingers tug a little on his hair, moaning as he begins to suck on my lower lip, I can feel the sharp bites and nips against my lips and they almost bring me to my knees, he pulls away, his lips trailing against the side of my neck.

His lips press against the skin, biting down on it and nip and suck at the skin. It draws small whimpers from my lips, the fire growing hotter. I moan loudly, as his teeth suck on the side of my neck, my fingers threading though his red locks. I can see my smears of makeup on his lips, on his skin. “You’re a pretty little fuck aren’t you?” His voice is heavy against my ear. It’s arousing. “Even more when you’re moaning and withering underneath someone aren’t you?” Gerard’s voice is arousal, either that or I’m that far gone.

He waves his hand in front of my face, and my throat goes dry at the object in his hands. It’s not like I haven’t seen one before, but I haven’t used one in a long time. At least not on myself. I swallow looking at him, and he pulls me into a heavier kiss than the one before. There’s biting, sucking, nipping, on my nips, and a low moan rips from my mouth, my fingers tugging hard in his hair. He lets out a groan, sucking harshly on my lower lip drawing a whimper from me and he pulls away with a light pop, saliva and a smear of black on his lips.

Dec. 29th, 2010 05:35 am (UTC)
Re: Collision Of Your Kiss Fill 44
“Time to play…Strip…” He orders. I swallow, and obey. My shirt slips off my skin almost effortlessly. Almost as if I’m sheading a second skin. His eyes stare at the skin, watching as I undo my jeans and pull them down. My mouth goes dry as I’m left standing in my boxers; I can feel the heat that’s already there. I slip off my boxers, the last of my clothing falling to the floor.

Gerard walks over his fingers grazing over my hip. “Go over by the glass.” His voice is heavy, husky. I obey again moving, putting my fingers against the glass. “Good.” He whispers to me, kissing the side of my neck again. His hand holding the object- the cock ring slides down to the base of my cock. “This will only hurt if you don’t listen.” Gerard says to me, as he slips the ring onto me and I let out something that sounds like a whine.

“Stay there.” He says to me, as he begins to strip himself of his clothing. He faces me again when his body is exposed, and kisses down the side of my neck, drawing a hickey on my collarbone, which makes me whimper. “Like that don’t you?” He teases, one of his hands on my hip, his tongue flicking against the flesh behind my ear that draws out another whimper. I press my forehead against the glass, the fever spreading in my skin, under my skin, a burning touch.

One of his hands touches the skin of my nipples, teasing it. It draws a cross between a whimper and a moan from my lips. Gerard tweaks it, pinching it and I let out a louder moan, as his fingers play with it. “You’re quite the slut.” He says to me, his eyes a haze. The heat is tight in my stomach; can’t he just do it already? Can’t he just fuck me?

“Get on your knees.” He orders, and I let out a breathy whimper. I don’t move, that’s when I feel the first slap to my ass. “Get on your knees.” He hisses, and slaps me again. I let out a whimper of pain, scrambling to my knees, but he smacks me again. It draws out a cry from my lips, he keeps doing it, and I feel my face burn red, I can feel myself getting harder with every ass to my ass.

By the time he stops slapping me, I’m a panting mess on my knees, my legs spread for him. My head is down on the floor, sweat clinging onto my body, my nerves a mess. “ Please. I whimper, my skin feels like it’s on a never ending fire. The cock ring is heavy on my skin Gerard smirks, his lips pressing against the skin of my ass, kissing it lightly causing a slow burn before placing a finger into me.

I push myself into it. It’s been so long. It feels so raw, and I choke on another whimper moaning. “Just fuck me.” I hiss at him, as he adds another finger, its sweet torture. He does what he’s told though and does it with little prep. It’s rough and his fingers lace with mine as he slams in and out of me, his teeth biting down on my neck, my head thrown back in a helpless moan.

It doesn’t take me long to reach my limit, I cry out moaning loudly, managing to come though the ring, his fingers still tight against me, still fucking my over simulated body. He comes with a breathy moan, and fuck, I can feel the raw heat inside me as he pulls out, his body slumping beside me. I can feel the sticky liquid drip out of my ass. “Fuck.” I mutter, and Gerard laughs.

“You fucker.” I hiss at him.

He smirks a bit. “You let me. Next time don’t take a white pill from Tommy.” Gerard says and I gape at him.

“You knew!”

“Guilty, but you shouldn’t be worried about that, you should go kill him for that.” I roll my eyes getting up ignoring the pain for now in my ass and manage to throw on my clothing fairly quick. Gerard gets up doing the same and we face each other at the door, he pecks me on the lips before leaving out the door.

“You really are kind of cute.” Then he walks off.

Maybe I just won’t kill Tommy Joe this one time.

Dec. 29th, 2010 05:46 am (UTC)
Fill: Under My Skin (1/3)
Tommy groans. "Fuck, how am I still hungover?" he asks, not really talking to Adam, more just addressing the universe in general.

It gets Adam's attention anyway. It's weird. There are a lot of people on this tour, and almost all of them are louder than Tommy...but his voice seems to cut through the others, especially lately, and Adam hardly misses a word. And ok, yeah, he knows exactly what's going on there, because he's fallen a little bit in love more times that he really cares to remember.

"Oh shit, that sucks! Last night was maybe a little too crazy..." Adam replies, glancing up as he settles into his furred-and-fringed jacket. Tommy is just pulling on his costume shirt, and Adam only gets a glimpse of bare skin before it's hidden under layers of black and red, pale and perfect and...wait. Adam narrows his eyes and wonders if he saw that right: light red parallel lines drawn over the curve of Tommy's shoulder blades. Scratch marks - couldn't be anything else. Adam's head supplies him with the rest of the picture, fingers and hands, nails digging almost painfully into sensitive skin...and then he has to force himself to stop thinking, because there's that whole concert thing he has to do now, and that image really isn't conducive to remembering things like lyrics and choreography.

Tommy turns around and squinches up his face, which is pretty much the most adorable thing Adam's ever seen. He kind of stumbles across the room and collapses against Adam's chest, groaning again. "Do we have to do a show tonight? Why can't I go back to that nice hotel and sleep instead?"

Adam puts his arms around Tommy and lets his head fall forward. He's halfway through a reply which is flirting dangerously close to things better left unsaid ("because I'd miss you too much") when he notices something else different about Tommy, something that's even more distracting than the scratches on his back. Tommy's resting his head against Adam, and the angle bares his neck to Adam's eyes. And there, at the junction of neck and shoulder, is a row of light bruises, mottled in a very specific way, the kind of way skin only looks when there's been an overzealous mouth sucking at it. That means someone's been biting, sucking, tasting Tommy. Adam has no idea who it could have been, only that it absolutely definitely wasn't him. And that? That fucking sucks. No pun intended.

He chokes on his words a little, but Tommy really must be out of it, because he doesn't seem to notice. Adam shakes himself and does his best to put it out of his mind. Show. Singing. Career. That whole lifelong dream come true thing. Right.
Dec. 29th, 2010 05:47 am (UTC)
Fill: Under My Skin (2/3)
He stumbles offstage one hour, two lyric flubs, and a dropped cane later, a mess of distraction and frustration and an absolutely ridiculous amount of jealousy. He gets back to the dressing room and shuts the door behind him, knows he only has a few breaths before Tommy follows him back to change into street clothes again. It's not nearly long enough to chase the streak of madness out of his head.

Adam's right there when Tommy opens the door, and it's gratifying that Tommy doesn't jump or pull away when he realizes that Adam's just standing there waiting for him like a stalker or something. Instead, he just takes a long swig from his cup - Tommy's always believed in that "hair of the dog" thing, despite how much Adam's tried to convince him otherwise - and gives Adam a shrug.

"It's ok, man. We all have off nights. You were still fuckin' awesome," Tommy says, squeezing his way into the room and shutting the door behind him.

Adam shakes his head. "All your fault."

And ok, now Tommy's paying attention. "What? Why? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?" he asks, suddenly sounding unsure.

Fuck. Adam will never understand how he gets himself in these situations. Might as well just run with it now. His eyes drift down to where he can see the hickeys on Tommy's neck peeking out again, just exactly how they've been taunting him all night long. "I dunno. Was it good?" he asks, and he can't quite keep the jealous tone out of his voice.

Tommy looks at him blankly for a second. Then he claps his hand to his neck, covering the marks, and a guilty looks comes over his face.

There's a minute where nothing happens, nothing but the two of them staring at each other while a whole lot of complicated shit spins around in Adam's head and Tommy continues to look like Adam's caught him in the act rather than after the fact.

Finally, Adam grabs Tommy's cup out of his hand, drains the rest in one go, and throws it behind him onto the floor. Then he steps forward, one step, just enough to back Tommy right into the door, not pressing into him, not touching him at all, just standing there in his space, looking down at him, just barely meeting his eyes before shifting his gaze to take in those fucking marks again.

"It's just," he murmurs, lost in the moment now, in that place where everything's running on instinct and thinking is a thing that just doesn't happen, "just that if that's what you're into...I can do that. Oh baby, pretty little Tommy, let me do that, let me get my mouth on you..."

Tommy's eyes close and his head falls back against the door, and that just makes his neck even more visible. The light catches the sheen of sweat over his skin, and Adam licks his lips, waits, wants.

Slowly, Tommy's hand slides away, drifting down to hang loose at his side and baring the marks for Adam to see again. He doesn't open his eyes, doesn't speak, but it's all the permission Adam needs.

He closes the last distance between them, presses gently into Tommy, feeling the way their bodies fit against each other. One hand buries itself in Tommy's hair, sweaty and clingy from the heat of the stage, and Adam pulls just enough, loves that he already knows just how much pressure to use to make Tommy weak in the knees. He leans close, breath ghosting over the marks as he speaks, but doesn't quite touch. Not yet.

"Don't tell me who it was, baby. I don't wanna know. Don't need to know who was marking you up. Doesn't matter. Gonna erase it all. Won't even remember last night when I'm done with you."

And still he doesn't move, doesn't make good on the promises that spill off his lips. Finally, finally, Tommy's mouth falls open, and he presses back into Adam's body, and a broken "please" wrenches its way out of him, and Adam's never heard Tommy beg for anything before, but he thinks he likes it. Likes it when Tommy's begging for him.
Dec. 29th, 2010 05:47 am (UTC)
Fill: Under My Skin (3/3)
His teeth close hard on Tommy's neck, digging into the skin and making Tommy cry out, maybe a little surprised at Adam's...enthusiasm. He holds on until he knows there's bruising, imagines he can feel the broken blood vessels, the darkness spreading below the skin. Then he lets go and flattens his tongue over the abused flesh, licking long and hot and slow, and Tommy's making noises again, but they're not sharp anymore, low and dark and needy instead, and oh yeah, Adam could definitely stand to hear a lot more of that. He presses into Tommy's neck again, opens his mouth and sucks, tastes salt and and makeup, imagines he can taste the lingering flavor of the other person, the intruder, and pulls it all away. Tommy should taste like himself, with sometimes a layer of Adam on top, and that's all. The thought pulls an honest-to-god growl out of Adam, and his hands work their way up the back of Tommy's shirt, spread over his back. He drags Tommy closer with the points of painted nails, runs them down the arch of his back, smooth, deep, drawing over the leftover lines that had first caught his eye, replacing them with marks of his own making. And oh, Adam likes that thought, likes that there were others once upon a time but now, right now, there's only him.

He pulls back to look at Tommy's face, and fuck, Tommy is gone, lost in sensation, eyes closed, pretty little mouth open and panting, and he's rutting up against Adam shamelessly, hard and insistent, looking for contact and friction and release. Adam can feel a predatory grin spread over his lips, and he grabs Tommy's hands and raises them over his head, presses them back into the door and holds them there...and then he lets his hips, which have been aching to move themselves, lets them go.

And fucking christ, it's just fully-clothed dry humping against a door, but fire's shooting through Adam's veins, setting every nerve ending aflame, and shit shit shit, he never should have started this, but it's too late now, too high too hard too much, gotta see it through, and he hasn't come in his pants in years, but oh, there isn't time for anything else, because his face is in Tommy's neck again, and his hands are clamped tight around Tommy's wrists, leaving bracelets of bruises, and Tommy sounds like he's died and gone to atheist heaven, louder than Adam's maybe ever heard him, a chant of "Fuck, fuck, Adam, fuck" constantly streaming from him, the words uneven, breaking apart as Tommy does.

Adam thrusts and bites and squeezes one more time, and that's it, that's him gone, coming all over his costume pants, and that's gonna be a fucking problem in a couple minutes but right now he feels too amazing to care, soaring, out of his head.

Tommy's gone still when Adam comes down enough to notice, and a small experimental thrust of his hips finds Tommy softening in his pants as well. Something in him relaxes at that knowledge, and he smiles to himself. He loves it when that happens, when they're totally on the same wavelength, coming up and coming down together.

Adam lets Tommy's arms go and steps back to look at him, take in the image before it's shattered and gone forever. Tommy looks ravaged, his arms still in the air, like they don't want to move just yet, his hair a ruffled mess, his neck mottled blue and black in the shape of Adam's teeth and lips, wet from Adam's tongue. It's gorgeous, so pretty that Adam wants to take a picture, wants to burn it into the inside of his eyelids so he can see it all the time. And yet...

"Fuck...I'm sorry...don't know what came over me," Adam says softly.

Tommy's eyes blink open, and slowly they manage to focus on Adam. "Shit, man, don't apologize! That was..." He trails off, his eyes going hazy again.

"Better than last night?" Adam asks.

Tommy smirks at him and says, "Last night? Was there a last night? I think I forgot..."

And Adam laughs and pulls Tommy away from the door and into his arms, and Tommy laughs too, and for the first time in a long time, things are actually sort of...perfect.

Edited at 2010-12-29 05:59 am (UTC)
Dec. 29th, 2010 06:05 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: Under My Skin (3/3)
*wordless flail*
Dec. 29th, 2010 06:07 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: Under My Skin (3/3)
Oh, lovely. :D
Dec. 29th, 2010 06:08 am (UTC)
Re: Filled - Once More With Feeling 5/5
And upon re-reading for the third time or so, I bow to you, author, because that's some seriously sub Tommy, and that slams into my kink button very, very hard. Thank you so much
Dec. 29th, 2010 06:10 am (UTC)
Re: Collision Of Your Kiss Fill 44
*Stars in my eyes*
You win the internet.
Thank you :)
Dec. 29th, 2010 06:14 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: Under My Skin (3/3)
Dec. 29th, 2010 06:21 am (UTC)
Re: Fill: Under My Skin (3/3)
Um... yes please?

a comment? you want a comment? you expect me to have a brain after THAT? okay. fine, here's my comment. I need to go back and read that again, and by the time I'm done there will miraculously be like 20 more pages JUST LIKE this. That's my reality and I'm sticking to it.

Iz ded now.
Dec. 29th, 2010 06:25 am (UTC)
Re: FILL Re: Adam/Tommy - Taylor (watching)
Fucking hell, woman, you TRYIN to kill me!?!?!!?
Dec. 29th, 2010 07:09 am (UTC)
Re: FILL Re: Adam/Tommy - Taylor (watching)
*__* <--- this is Taylor, not me, of course. *wipes drool*
Dec. 29th, 2010 07:38 am (UTC)
Re: Collision Of Your Kiss Fill 44
You're welcome. :3
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