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blue_soaring
Aug. 2nd, 2011 12:06 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Humanistic 3/3
Too soon, Adam's pulling out, Tommy's breath hissing between his teeth at the fresh shock of hurt, and sliding down, nosing at Tommy's hip, the soft curve of his cock. Before Tommy's got a chance to tell him no, Adam's sucking the whole thing into his mouth, insistent pressure and the curl of his tongue making Tommy's dick fill out despite the painful echoes shooting through him every time he breathes. Adam works him over the same as the fucking he got, steady and rough and demanding, forcing his body to do what Adam wants. It's a total fucking shock when the familiar pressure builds, coiling tight, building heavy in his balls then snapping free, pushing out of him on the thick spill of come straight into Adam's mouth. Adam moans for him, weirdly grateful, and Tommy can't help echoing it, miserably, hating how much he likes the soft clench of Adam's throat.

After, Adam's cheek resting against the inside of his thigh, Tommy concentrates on breathing. That's way easier than thinking about all the places that hurt, or how his nerves are strung tight and buzzing weirdly instead of mellowing out in a post-orgasm glow, or the wet, open rawness between his legs. Everything stinks like sex and something darker, organic, something that makes his chest squeeze tight and stomach churn.

Adam's soft, "Baby," comes out of fucking nowhere, making Tommy jump. Laughing quietly, so perfectly content, Adam strokes Tommy's hip, his stomach, the soft, sticky slump of his dick. Tommy shivers. "I'm so glad you wanted to do this tonight. Everything's been going so good, Tommy, better than I thought it would. And you." Pushing up, he brushes a light kiss over Tommy's belly, not caring about the mess of come and sweat. "You're even more gorgeous every show." Tommy opens his mouth and nothing but a ruined croak comes out. Grinning, Adam crawls up to nudge at his mouth, pepper it in light, happy kisses. "You're gorgeous now, like this. For me."

It takes Tommy a long, long time to say, "Yeah," a sick, bitter burn at the back of his throat, souring his mouth, pressure tight behind his eyes. "Yeah, baby, for you."

Adam smiles, and kisses him, and doesn't taste a thing besides Tommy's come clinging to his tongue.
blue_soaring
Aug. 2nd, 2011 12:11 am (UTC)
FILLED: Humanistic = DUBCON, CAREFUL
I really hate that you don't let me edit mah comments, LJ. But not enough to give you money for the privilege.
silentdescant
Aug. 2nd, 2011 04:50 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Humanistic 3/3
I AM SO SPOILED TODAY. ♥____________♥ omg, this is so dark and angsty and perfectly believable even though Adam would never do that, he COULD do it like this, because it would be so EASY for the circumstances to turn out this way and have one thing lead to another and neither of them notice it's too much until it's too late, and oh, TOMMY, oh, Tommy, it hurts too much and he's too good a friend. YOU ARE SO GOOD TO ME WITH YOUR FIC, thank you so muuuuch for writing this. <3
xdawnie
Aug. 5th, 2011 06:20 am (UTC)
Re: Yet another Tommy v/s Twink prompt
Ahahahahhahaha!

Okay I died laughing.

It's like silver!twink broke the dam and now they are everywhere

-hysterics-

Someone needs to write this. -highly amused- Want!
(Anonymous)
Aug. 5th, 2011 08:52 am (UTC)
FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 1/? ]
Omg! Thank you, my muses all just jumped on me. Should not read memes!

A buzzing noise cut through hazy dreams and Tommy hears Adam groan. Feels him roll over and hears the smack as he hits the snooze button on their alarm before rolling back and pulling the tiny blond closer.

Usually this is the cue for Tommy to snuggle closer (smiling in his sleep - Adam is his knight in shining armor, saving him from the evil alarm clock) and fall back into dreamland, feeling safe and warm and ridiculously happy for ten in the morning. And of course, it's the cue for said evil alarm clock to shut up and be good.

But for some reason this morning the buzzing noise won't stop, and Adam groans, rolling over again to peer blearily at the alarm. Tommy refuses to open his eyes, knowing that Adam will deal with it, whatever it is. But it's hard to fall back to sleep with the noise in his ears and eventually he says (whines), "Adam, throw the fucking thing out the window and get back here. I'm getting cold."

There's a sniff and something hard and rectangular falls in front of his face, startling him. "Deal with your phone yourself, don't think you'll appreciate me chucking it out," Adam mumbles in return, checking the clock again. "If you don't stop it buzzing I will, though. Fuck, it's only five."

"Five? Who'll be calling me at five in the morning? S'not even light out yet," Tommy grumbles, picking his phone up and squinting at the screen. It's an unknown number - frowning because he's pretty sure he hasn't given his number out to almost anyone, he glances at Adam, who's dropped the clock back and draped himself over the bed, one arm thrown dramatically over his eyes. "Strange number - d'you know it?" Adam lifts his arm a little to look at the screen with one barely open eye.

"S'from England. Don't recognize it. Want me to pick it up for you?"

"No, I'm a big boy, I can handle this," he tells Adam with an adorable yawn that gets him a bright smile and a hand in his hair. Reaching to untangle Adam's fingers from dyed blond locks, he presses answer and holds the phone up to his ear. "'lo?"

"Good morning Joseph."

The smooth voice causes him to bolt upright in the bed, suddenly wide awake. Adam lifts his arm fully off his face to stare at him in concern.

"Glitter?"

Ignoring Adam for the time being, Tommy swallows and says in a slightly strangled voice (because, who knew, his memory isn't perfect, it can't be him, it can't be-), "Who is this?"

The laugh that comes through the static makes him shudder and Adam's sitting up next to him, an arm around his waist, blue eyes concerned. "I can't believe you've forgotten me already," he says, and there's obviously a smile in his voice. "Shall I refresh your memory, Joey?"

Tommy swallows, shaking his head before he realizes the man can't see him. Clearing his throat, he answers in a whisper, "No, it's not necessary. How did you get this number?" He brushes Adam's arm off his waist, holding a finger to his lips and trying for a reassuring smile. He's afraid it came out more like a sneer because Adam's worried expression doesn't change as he heads out.

"Your pretty friends are only too willing to part with the number when I mentioned I was a family friend."

Family friend my flat ass. "Smart of you," he says with no intonation, heading down the stairs towards the kitchen.

"Don't you think?" The voice is a little mocking now.

"Yeah, I'm in awe at your brilliance." Still flat. "What do you want, Richard?" he demands the moment he's out of Adam's earshot and the door is closed tight behind him.

"What do you think?"

"World domination?"

"Your sense of humor is as tedious as always, Joey."

"It comes naturally."
(Anonymous)
Aug. 5th, 2011 08:53 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 2/? ]
There's a pause and Tommy briefly wonders if Richard's even listening (not that he has much to say) when he speaks again. "How's your new boyfriend?"

Tommy ignores the way he tenses up and can't resist a jab, "Better than you."

"Is that so?" It's silky and smooth but the poison in it causes Tommy to shudder again. "Well you're in luck, Joey - you'll be able to compare us better when your memory is refreshed."

Brown eyes widen, then, warily, "I think I like my life the way it is right now, without you, Richa-"

"As I liked my life before you tore it apart," Richard cut across him. "Do I have to remind you what you did to me?"

Tommy's knuckles turn white, he's gripping the phone so tightly. "He was killing innocent people."

"They were demons," Richard snaps. "Demon hosts, they were unworthy of living-"

"They weren't demons!"

"-and we have reason to believe that your boyfriend is one too. Or at least, we will when I say so." Tommy can't think of anything smart to reply to that; his jaw worked a few times, opening and closing as he thinks of stupid replies that will either a) get Adam killed b) get him killed or c) get them both killed. There is no doubt in his mind Richard's self-satisfied smirk at that moment. He settles for going, "What?"

"You heard what I said," Richard says in a smug tone that makes him feel sick all over again. "Unless, of course..."

Tommy waits for him to speak, but of course the bastard has to trail off and let him snarl, "Fuck you, Richard, what is it?"

"You join me for the duration of my stay in the States, and whenever I'm in the country in the future."

"Join- what?"

There's an exasperated sigh, and Richard elaborates, "You'll come and stay with me whenever I'm the the States. You'll be mine. Like you were before."

Tommy's heart skips a beat, and it wasn't the good kind, either. Not the kind that came with Adam's bright smile and contagious laugh; or hearing him sing without words, for pure pleasure; or the ones that made his breath catch when Adam's hand runs over his stomach and chest, finding places that made him sigh with contented pleasure and those that made him go crazy.

It’s the kind that came with walking across the road and seeing a bus speeding towards you that hasn't seen you yet; the one that came with getting to the top of the highest point of a roller coaster and seeing the vertical drop beneath you; the one when the monster comes out of nowhere in the movie and takes someone back to its lair to be eaten.

He shakes his head, firmly (it takes him a minute to remember Richard can't see). "No," he says aloud, into the phone. "No, I won't. I love Adam, Richard. We're happy together. You have no right to break us up like this."

"I was happy before, too," Richard snaps. "And you had no right to take away my father."

Tommy swallows, lowering his gaze, cursing Richard to Hell and back and back again. "Fuck you," he whispers. "When are you here?"

"Tomorrow."

The word hits him harder than it should. "How long?"

"Just a couple of weeks or so," Richard says lazily. "Meet me at the airport, Joey. I'll text you the time my flight lands. You know I don't like to be kept waiting." Before Tommy can say anything, there's a beep and the bastard's hung up, leaving Tommy with a smart-ass remark on the tip of his tongue and a heart to break.
zoodlemouse13
Aug. 5th, 2011 03:36 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 2/? ]
OMG THIS IS HORRIBLE IN IT'S AWESOMENESS. Keep going please!!! He has to tell Adam though. PLease let him tell adam what is going on. Otherwise there will be even WORSE angst and I CAN'T HANDLE IT. Gahhhhhhhhhhhh.

This is amazing & exactly perfect and KEEP GOING PLEEEEEEEAASE.
kittys_devil
Aug. 6th, 2011 06:28 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 2/? ]
I second that! OMG yes please keep going!! PLEASE and PLEASSSSEEEEE and you left it like that?
Loving the amazingness and pleaseeeeeeeeeee more?? :)
(Anonymous)
Aug. 6th, 2011 03:18 pm (UTC)
FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 3/? ]
Ahaha! Yes I am planning to continue. Lol. Glad you guys like it anyway. Sorry, I had to sleep before :P

"Tommy?"

Adam's outside the kitchen door, sounding concerned, loving and exasperated at the same time. Tommy doesn't reply, staring at the background image of his phone: him and Adam, sitting together, fingers entwined; Tommy's laughing, but Adam isn't - his gaze is on the small blond, and the look is so loving, so beautiful that Tommy can't bring himself to look away.

The picture was taken by a drunk Isaac (Tommy found it when checking his best friend's phone, and had to email it to himself), so it was sort of dark and blurry around the edges; but their expressions are mostly clear (he loves the way Adam's eyes are so light, so bright in the pictures). That and the amount of glitter in their hair, which is always a bonus.

"Tommy, open the fucking door."

The phone buzzes in his hand, and he jumps (and curses himself for jumping). It's from Richard - he'll be here at 2 in the afternoon of the following day.

Somehow, between now and that time, Tommy has to find a way to break a heart (a heart that he would die for), a way that won't end up with Adam wanting to kill him too (somehow he gets that killing fathers isn't exactly the best way to end a relationship). Maybe he could-?

"Now, Tommy. Or I'm going to break it down myself," Adam threatens, and the sound of his voice makes Tommy jump again - he forgot Adam's waiting.

"Um, sorry," he calls back, rapidly saving the information in a place he hopes Adam never checks (a draft text addressed to his mom, starting with the words 'Are you going to-?'. He figures it's the safest place on his phone. Written notes can be lost and found (more often than not lost with him, unless they're stuck on the fridge, but that would be utterly counter-productive). "Give me a moment, I just need to-"

The door clicks and swings open, keys jangling as it does. Adam stands on the other side with a slight smile (and Tommy's breath is taken away by the beauty of his boyfriend - he still can't believe Adam's his$... or rather, that he's Adam's).

"Found the keys," Adam says with a small shrug. He lowers his gaze briefly to Tommy's phone (he automatically starts to hide it behind his back, then stops himself halfway - but it's too late then and Adam sees). "Who was that?"

"Just an old friend," Tommy says evasively. "Are you hungry? Want me to make something for you? The pancakes you love so much, with strawberries. Do we have any strawberries? I can go out to get some now, I'm pretty sure a couple of shops are open now, I'll just grab the car and-" It takes him a moment to realize that Adam's not saying anything, just staring at him, and another three seconds to realize that he's rambling. His jaw snaps close, and he looks down at his feet, wondering how to keep the conversation from turning to Richard and his deal. "So, um, pancakes?"

"I'm fine, Tommy."

"Are you sure? I can totally run out to get the stuff. Do we have batter?"

"Tommy."

"And we'll need sauce, I think we finished the last of it-"

"Tommy." Adam waits patiently until Tommy's looking at him, eyes big and brown and innocent (he's learned that one of the only ways to get what he wants with Adam is to look at him like a child would her father when she wants something - or he; there's a high chance the singer will get very distracted). "I don't care about the pancakes."

Tommy blinks, keeping the expression. "Yes you do, you love pancakes-"

"Who was on the phone, Kitten?"

He swallows. Single-minded artist. Right. "I told you. An old friend. He just wants to meet up and all, catch up with everything that's going on-"

"Please don't lie to me, Tommy Joe." Adam's voice is soft, pleading. Tommy doesn't have to look up to see his beautiful big eyes, staring beseechingly at him, but it will be the end of his lie if he does. "Tell me the truth."

He nearly breaks. It does't even take his eyes to do it.

"I am," he answers in a whisper, slightly strangled, broken because he's only ever lied to Adam once before (and he still regrets it, to this day).

There's a pause. "I know you," Adam murmurs, voice sad. "Please, Glitter. Please?"
zoodlemouse13
Aug. 6th, 2011 09:27 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 3/? ]
OMG YOU'RE KILLING ME. YOu need to un -anon whoever you are so I can flail at you . Plus....oh god TOMMY JUST TELL ADAM. The angst is killing me.

Reminder: Happy ending. Happy ending. Happy ending.

Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
xdawnie
Aug. 7th, 2011 01:07 pm (UTC)
Re: Mentoring Only Goes So Far (Or, Allison Scared the Crap Out of Adam)
Died laughing! Omg!
(Anonymous)
Aug. 7th, 2011 02:36 pm (UTC)
FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 4/? ]
Also, omg! wtf? What happened to my tags? *headdesk* If someone can delete that and let me repost it I'll really, really appreciate it...

The blond swallows and looks away.

"Tommy? Look at me and answer." Adam's hand is - no fair - stroking the back of his head, fingers tangling in the dyed locks again, giving tiny tugs whenever he comes across tangles in order to free them. Tommy swallows, folding his legs and looking up at him.

"He was a friend. Like I said."

Adam opens his mouth to speak, but Tommy's hand is there, pressed against his lips. He waits for permission to continue, and finally Adam nods, indicating he'll be silent.

"I was - and if you repeat this to anyone, Adam, I'll be forced to silence you, no one's supposed to know - in a government-run group... an agency, you could say." Tommy swallows, looking down. "I was with them for quite a while. My first mission alone was to stop the leader of a cult from killing thousands of innocents in a town. He claimed they were all... demons," here he winced at the word, and Adam's hand was there, soothing his back muscles, "and needed to be destroyed. I was to get as close to him as possible in order to kill him. Their plan was for me to get their son to fall in love, at least in lust.

"Details aside, I did my job. He fell for me, I had an opening, and I took it. I killed their leader, and saved many." His tone's bitter, because it hurt - even with all the reasonings in the world, it hurt. "The son never forgave me. He wants to get his revenge and take away... take away what's dear to me." Here he looks straight at Adam, who gives a tiny smile and presses a kiss into his hair. "I don't blame him," he adds softly, looking down again and tracing a finger along their sheets. "I betrayed him. Killed his father." He closes his eyes, recalling the look on Richard's face when he was found with the gun and the papers declaring his father's death. It hurt him then. It hurts him now. Breaking that trust...

"You loved him."

It isn't a question.

"No," Tommy says, instant, eyes flying open. "No. I never did. But I cared for him... a lot." He recalls the times he and Richard shared together, the laughs and the cheerful conversations. "He was a good guy," he murmurs sadly.

"Sounds like his father's a bit of a nutjob, though," Adam says, tone light as his arms wrap around Tommy. The blond turns his face into Adam's chest with a sigh.

"Yeah," he whispers, trying to keep the guilt out of his voice.

There's another pause.

"You did the right thing." Tommy looks up in surprise; Adam knows him so well. "I mean, you saved so many people. That guy, what he's doing, it isn't right. He should be the one to condemn others to death. He has no right to do that." Adam's fingers run through Tommy's hair, and he smiles.

"I know," Tommy answers softly. "But I still broke his trust."

"Sometimes there doesn't seem to be a right answer - just a better solution." Adam pulls back to look at him, gaze serious. "You could've kept his trust and let everyone be killed, or break it to save them. Neither choices are easy, but there's no way you could have done both. It's no use beating yourself up over it, as you tell me when I put in a less-than-stellar performance."

Tommy's lips twitch slightly, and he laughs, voice cracking. "Yeah. Still think those performances are the fucking amazing ones."

"You have no taste," Adam answers. "Or singing talent - but I still love your voice anyway," he adds quickly.

"Good save."

"I thought so." Adam nuzzles his neck. "So what does this guy want?"
sulwen
Aug. 7th, 2011 04:24 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 4/? ]
Went ahead and deleted the last part for you. Let me know if there's anything else I can help with! :)
(Anonymous)
Aug. 8th, 2011 02:17 am (UTC)
FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 3.5/? ]
Tommy swallows, daring a peek at his face. Uh oh. Bad idea. Adam's giving him the puppy-dog look, complete with big, bright blue eyes and the corners of his (sexy, sensual) mouth turned down, front teeth catching on his bottom lip.

His fingers itch.

"I'm telling you the truth, Adam," he says, gathering his breath and looking him in the eye (he nearly falls over in the process). "Richard- he's an old friend and he wants to catch up with me." He shrugs like it's no big deal, and looks down again.

"I've never heard you mention him before."

"He's not exactly worth mentioning," Tommy answers, which is true - but it totally isn't that he mostly doesn't want to think about that part of his life. "He's just... a guy." One who's paranoid that everything and everyone's a demon out to use his body, he adds silently. "We used to be close," too close, "but time sort of came between us and all. I guess he found my number somewhere." Tommy shrugs again.

Adam stares at him, then nods slowly. "Alright," he says at last. "I believe you. Come on, let's go back to bed, it's too early for pancakes." His lips curve as he wraps an arm around Tommy's shoulder. "But you're definitely making them when we wake up later, you need someone to supervise while you cook. We don't want you burning the kitchen down."

"Hark who's talking," Tommy returns teasingly, his expression tinged with relief and love as he looks up at Adam (trying to ignore the niggling guilt in his chest, the one that's going 'tell-him. tell-him. tell-him. tell-him’.). "Weren't you the one who almost destroyed the kettle on the tour?"

"That was an accident! The kettle's wire broke," Adam protests.

"That's what they all say," Tommy informs him smugly as they head back up the stairs and into their room. One of my last nights in this room, he thinks suddenly, and the smile goes crashing off his face. Adam doesn't notice, and he hides it in the singer's chest (memorizing his scent, wanting to remember all he can about Adam while he's got the chance).

He's not planning to sleep that night.

-

He sleeps anyway - dozes, more like - and drifts between hazy half-dreams and Adam's scent, his heartbeat and his steady breathing. The dreams make no sense, but they scare him because he knows what they're about. Richard. Adam. Richard always comes with betrayal, with fury and hurt - Adam comes with sadness, with big blue eyes and broken trusts and broken hearts. The dreams swing between the two, and he can almost hear them speak, know what they're saying. His dream-self eventually cries out, wanting relief and comfort. He doesn't remember what he says.

Someone's shaking him suddenly, and his eyes fly open. Adam's staring at him, worried.

"Tommy, tell the truth." It's the first thing he says, and Tommy squints at him in the early morning light.

"What?" he asks blearily.

"Who's Richard to you?"

Tommy stiffens, eyes clearing as he recalls the early morning call and what came after. "Um."

"I don't want a lie this time, Tommy," Adam says, stern, eyes locked on Tommy's brown ones. "Tell me the truth." There's a pause where no one says anything, and then Adam softens. "Please."
(Anonymous)
Aug. 8th, 2011 02:18 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 4/? ]
Thanks!! Really appreciate it, and sorry >_
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