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(Anonymous)
Jun. 26th, 2011 05:54 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam-centric angst
Considering writing something for this... how do you feel about Brad, though? I don't really connect with Tommy as a character.
blue_soaring
Jun. 27th, 2011 04:37 pm (UTC)
FILLED: Show Me Where Your Dick's At Re: Tommy+Anderson
I FORGOT MY TITLE, I AM SORRY. Should not post when just woken up. ^^'

Ahem. Any capacity, check! Tommy/Anderson, crossdressing & tucking.
3oclockrock
Jun. 28th, 2011 12:30 am (UTC)
Filled: Innocent as a Fucking Rose
http://3oclockrock.livejournal.com/3677.html

Sorry it took so long. (This is the same anon as a year ago.) It turned out pretty cracky and I'm sorry for any sensibilities you have to my lack of research. I started it back in August, got stuck, and finally powered through the rest today.
radiogaga33
Jun. 28th, 2011 01:04 am (UTC)
FILLED: Tommy/Sutan: makeup, dressup, submissive - 1/?
Raja

No matter how far he travelled and what wonders he saw, in far-flung cities and vast battlefields alike, nothing could ever compare to the beauty of his own kingdom and the sweet heat of summer on the Lake Pichola.

This was the thought pulling a wide smile from Sutan, Lord Amrull, Raja of Udaipur, as he walked along the lily pond in the courtyard of the Lake Palace, the grand edifice that measured the full length of an island in the middle of one of the great lakes of his kingdom. He had commissioned the palace seven years ago upon his legendary victory over Jaisalmer at the Battle of the Three Tigers, and since then he’d retired here at the peak of every summer to spend long, lazy days in a haze of pure hedonism. Wine, men and song: all the pleasures the mighty Raja considered his due. And why not? He had defeated twelve armies in his ten years as king. In some parts of the Western Lands, men swore seas would part if Lord Amrull gave the word.

“What is it that pleases you so, Sutan?”

The question pulled Sutan from his brief reverie. He turned to the man walking beside him and smiled even wider. Adam had served at his right hand for as long as Sutan could remember. In battle, he was Sutan’s second-in-command in all things, and at home, Adam kept his house and his affairs, second to none save the king.

“I was simply thinking, there is nothing quite like home.”

Adam smiled brightly and nodded. “I couldn’t agree more.”

Only two months ago, they had been locked in heated battle with the invading Mughals from the North. Now, more than ever, to be home again felt like the greatest reward.

“So, my friend, what revelry have you planned for tonight? What do the courtiers have to look forward to?”

“Lord Pratab Singh of Jaipur has sent you a troupe of acrobats and musicians—a late congratulatory gift for your victory over the northerners. And the Fateh Sagar courtesans have been brought to perform the dance of the—”

A loud crashing noise swallowed up the rest of Adam’s words. Both men stopped dead in their tracks and reached instinctively for the long daggers sheathed by their sides. Sutan’s blade was already half-drawn before he looked across the courtyard and saw that there was no cause for alarm.

He re-sheathed his blade as he watched a short, slim boy gasp with fear and embarrassment as he dropped down to his knees to reset the large silver tray he had dropped. The boy crawled across marble stones, picking up silver goblets that had rolled away and placing them back on the tray. Sutan’s lips hitched up into a half-smile as he took in the sight of golden hair swaying and gleaming in the sunshine and lean hips forming the most delectable shape as the boy crouched low on his hands and knees. Sutan could picture the boy like that in his bed, naked with his knees spread wide, ass raised and tight clenching hole exposed, slick with oil and waiting to take his cock.

Instantly, a wave of unadulterated lust shot straight through him, racing down his spine and pooling hot and tight in his groin.
radiogaga33
Jun. 28th, 2011 01:05 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Tommy/Sutan: makeup, dressup, submissive - 2/?
“That boy, who is he?” Sutan asked, gaze still trained on the figure in the distance.

“He’s no one,” Adam replied. “One of many gifts from the Rani of Jaisalmer. Part of their yearly tribute.”

“A gift? It’s a shame I haven’t noticed him until now. Such beautiful hair. How is it that a boy from Jaisalmer came about such golden hair, do you think?”

“I don’t know. Only he could answer that.”

“Then I suppose I shall have the story directly from the source.” Sutan finally turned to face his right hand man. “Have him bathed and brought to my rooms after the banquet tonight.”

Adam frowned in confusion. “Sutan, he’s just a serving boy. He knows nothing. If it’s a fresh face you want, there are newly trained pleasure slaves in your harem. I can have them all brought to your rooms instead. You can choose from among them.”

“No, I want this one,” Sutan insisted.

“But Sutan, he’s a serving boy, not a pleasure slave.”

“I am Raja of Udaipur. The boy is whatever I say he is.” Sutan drew himself up to his full height, dark brown eyes flashing bright with warning. “Do not contradict me, Saman’ya,” he added, using Adam’s formal title.

The warning wasn’t lost on the other man. Instantly, he bowed in a show of subservience. In this moment, they weren’t two old friends.

“Forgive me, Raja. I shall have him brought to you tonight.”

“Good. Go now. I want you to attend to this personally.”

“As you wish.

Adam turned to go, but before he did, Sutan spoke again.

“Adam.”

“Yes, my lord?”

“See to it that he’s prepared in the usual way.”

“Of course.”

When he was gone, Sutan turned to look across the courtyard again, but the golden-haired boy had disappeared. It was no great loss. After all, tonight, Sutan would have his fill. With that pleasing thought, he smiled once again and continued his lazy stroll through the palace courtyard.
deliriousminuet
Jun. 28th, 2011 01:36 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Innocent as a Fucking Rose
You finished it, I'm so excited! Don't worry, I have fic that's even more overdue. This is amazing, thank you!
radiogaga33
Jun. 28th, 2011 04:04 am (UTC)
FILLED: Re: Tommy!sandwich, DP
A/N: largely experimental; trying out a kind of stream of consciousness thing.


Untitled

The details of how they work their way there are largely inconsequential. Suffice it to say, it happens in Berlin. Which is fitting really, because everything worth recounting happens in Berlin.

The concert is a crazy rush of sound and light and raw feeling. It bleeds into the hours afterward, carries them through endless shots of vodka and a couple hits of White Widow, tendrils of smoke curling into the air, laughter echoing all around. Rock and roll life. Sweet and right and Tommy knows he’s gonna live forever.

Suite empties out in the dark of night and suddenly it’s just him and Adam and Terrance, all tied up in each other, freckled arms, muscles bunched tight beneath gorgeous dark skin, lean pale thighs, rolling in the deep. Kisses, bites, tongues licking, hands touching, teasing, bodies burning up.

Tonight. He knows it. Tonight they’ll give him what he’s been begging for every time he spreads his legs, every time he takes their cocks, one after the other, all the way inside, pretty hole stretched out tight around throbbing flesh. Want you both, he says, sometimes with words, sometimes with greedy little rolls of those lean hips. And tonight, he knows he’ll finally have it.

He sucks Terrance lying on his back, head turned to take him in, moaning. Between his legs, Adam works him slowly, so fucking slow, so wet, lube warm and slick around one finger, then two, three, four and fuck, the world is fire and need and he wants. He tries to talk but Terrance’s grip holds him tight, keep his mouth stuffed full of cock, unable to beg for more. Now, want, please, please.

Patience. Don’t want to hurt you. Words he can’t process as they switch places over and over again.

Terrance’s cock fucking his throat.

Four of Adam’s fingers reaming his dripping wet hole.

Terrance’s fingers in him—all of them, thumb tucked in, pushing him to his limit and far beyond.

Adam’s cock leaking precum on his tongue.

Fucking want it. Both of you in me. Fill me so full. Want you to fuck me and leave me dripping with you, cum leaking down my thighs all day. Words he can’t say while he’s gagging on Adam’s cock and clenching around Terrance’s fist.

So goddamned wet. Thighs slick and messy with sweat and spit and lube. So ready. And still it drags on, until finally, finally, Adam is beneath him and Terrance behind him, thick cocks pushing into him, building a rhythm. Adam thrusting in, Terrance pulling out, sliding against each other inside him.

Tommy’s heart pounds, frantic and loud, a chaotic bass line. Rock and roll life. Adam rocks, Terrance rolls, two cocks fucking him harder than he ever imagined. Lost for you. So lost. Running hot and cold, desperate for an anchor, stretched wide and pulled taut, getting fucked.

Can’t breathe, can’t speak, can’t think.

So fucking full.

Cries and gasps and moans lost to the night. An ode to Berlin. To pleasure. To skin on skin, slippery with sweat. Vital. Visceral. Cocks pounding, moving in tandem, reaming his hole. Gorgeous mouth hanging open, skin flushed red, spreading his legs wider.

Beautiful. Sweet little slut. So good at taking cock. Keep you like this all day, Tommy. Keep you filled with cock. Tie you to the bed, make you come over and over.

Words edging along his senses. Too far gone. Can’t process anything but this. Fire streaking up his spine. Burning. Coming. Cock spilling hot and wet against Adam’s stomach.

Rock and roll.

And later, Adam’s hands pressing Tommy’s fingers between his legs. Feeling how stretched out he is. Gaping open. Raw and swollen and so fucking wet.

Falling. Flying. Whimpering. Begging.

Again.

Do it again.


Edited at 2011-06-28 04:06 am (UTC)
michira_70
Jun. 28th, 2011 06:52 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Re: Tommy!sandwich, DP
WELL.FUCK.ME.SIDEWAYS. *iz ded*
sulwen
Jun. 28th, 2011 07:01 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Re: Tommy!sandwich, DP
I ADORE this! The experimental style you used really paid off - I love the idea of being inside Tommy's head during this crazy over-the-top experience, all the little snapshots of sensation and thought. Perfect. <33
wynkat1313
Jun. 28th, 2011 08:42 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Re: Tommy!sandwich, DP
Oh. Wow. I adore this. The rythmn and flow and wow... Just fucking beautiful.
pyrosgf
Jun. 28th, 2011 10:32 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Re: Tommy!sandwich, DP
This is just beautiful. Although I did snicker about it being in Berlin because it reminded me of Euro Trip.
superbia_jace
Jun. 28th, 2011 11:31 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Re: Tommy!sandwich, DP
UNF.
*dies a little bit*
THIS. IS. HOT.
SRSLY.
silentdescant
Jun. 28th, 2011 07:47 pm (UTC)
FILL: Dirty
sugarmaus
Jun. 28th, 2011 08:15 pm (UTC)
FILL: Just Drunk (1/2)
I ofc had to make it a little angsty...oh dear.

The hot wet breath against his ear, the fingers grabbing onto the material of his designer shirt, wrinkling it, the accidental knee in his side as Tommy crawls into his lap, it’s all become far too familiar to Adam. Tommy can certainly handle his drink, usually. There are times like this one when the whole gang goes out to a club on one of their free nights in a good city to party in, end up in the VIP area where the drinks are free flowing, the music is pumping and Tommy is really, really drunk.


He starts out dancing, headbanging a bit with whoever is already on the dance floor. Tommy on the dance floor of his own free will is always the first sign that he’s far more than a little drunk, especially when the music is all thumping bass and the kind of dance beats that Tommy usually rolls his eyes at. He’s uncoordinated and carefree and Adam can’t help but laugh at him, at how much he really lets go on nights like this.


Ultimately, nights like this just end up being some of Adam’s worst, staying sober and responsible, watching Tommy like a hawk. He’s tried to entrust the Tommy wrangling to Neil or Lane or anyone else but they all laugh and tell him he’s overreacting. The phrase mother hen has been bandied about. Adam just doesn’t want anything to happen to Tommy, not when he’s like this.


Tommy is a little too relaxed as the evening wears on. Brooke calls him slutty, Adam says he’s just a little too merry for his own good. He agrees with Brooke though he tries to preserve at least some semblance of Tommy’s dignity. Tommy who ends up grinding up against whoever’s open to it, guys mostly, on the dance floor. Adam always catches glimpses of him with whoever has his attention tonight, every time Adam tries to hold back, tells himself that Tommy is a grown man. Every time Adam gives in and strides across the dance floor, cutting in and taking Tommy’s attention for himself.


The problem with a really drunk Tommy at their table is of course, that Tommy doesn’t particularly differentiate them. A warm body is a warm body. Tommy’s probably made out with (or at least attempted to make out with) every single one of them. Tommy sticking his tongue down Neil’s throat has proved to be their most memorable tour moment so far. As far as Adam’s concerned it’s for all the wrong reasons. He really didn’t need to see that.


Tommy is pliable though, if someone is adverse to kissing him or putting up with him touching them or climbing in their lap, it’s a simple case of redirecting his attention elsewhere. They all steer Tommy towards Adam when he reaches for any of them. Brooke and Sasha have gotten good at deflecting Tommy’s wandering hands. Adam pouts and pretends that it’s some hardship. Sutan says that if Adam is going to complain about Tommy wanting to make out with him he’ll happily take over. He laughs at Adam’s attempt at conveying concern and innocence.


Adam convinces himself that it’s all about being honourable, of protecting his friend from ending up all over some stranger who’ll take advantage of him. Adam makes out with Tommy when he’s sober all the time, their drunken escapades are okay. It’s not as though he seeks Tommy out, people just push them towards each other. Keeping both of them out of trouble, away from strangers.

sugarmaus
Jun. 28th, 2011 08:15 pm (UTC)
FILL: Just Drunk (2/2)

Having Tommy straddling him, rocking his pelvis against him, hot tongue against his ear, slurred attempts at dirty talk spoken far louder into his ear than necessary, Adam feels like he needs a drink just to handle it on nights like this. Times like this Adam wishes he weren’t so honourable, that doing anything wouldn’t be a horrible breach of trust. He can’t, it’s too wrong and not what their relationship is about. Tommy trusts him to take care of him, to look after him when he’s so out of it that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, what he’s saying.


When Tommy rocks his erection against Adam’s, through their clothes, clutches at Adam’s shirt, speaks into Adam’s ear telling him how much he wants his cock, how he wants Adam and how he’s so certain this is what he wants, tries to assure Adam that he’s not that drunk...it kills Adam to cup his face, place a chaste kiss against his lips and look into those pleading eyes. He brushes Tommy’s hair back behind an ear to speak against his head over the music. He tells Tommy he’s drunk, the same as he does every time, tells him he’s just drunk and he doesn’t really feel that way. Adam tries not to read too much into Tommy’s disappointment. It’s not like Tommy ever remembers any of it in the morning.

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