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Aug. 8th, 2011 05:32 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 4/? ]
omg I am so in love with this story now. Thank goodness Tommy told Adam. The next chapter is going to be heartwrenching ..... "So what does this guy want?" gahhhhhh

Poor Tommy...feeling so conflicted between saving people and breaking Richard's trust. He did the right thing but I can see how it hurt him. this fill is just awesome & I'm so glad you're writing and I WISH you'd unanon so we can thank you properly!!!
Aug. 8th, 2011 10:47 pm (UTC)
Re: Tommy/non-con
D'you still need this fic? Because I think I have some ideas.
Had an idea previously for something very very similar, but without the roofies- gonna have to see whether they really fit in or whether I wanna go with something else. Though, I could do two similar versions- one forced (or whatever), the other drugged?
But one point- I think it would be really cool if Tommy true to character- in so much as keeping him straight and not being in a relationship with Adam, before or after. Well, a bit of leeway after, but I do want to keep it friendship based- messing with that makes it easy to warp out of the realism of the situation. This is non-con. You dont get over that with a quick f*ck with your hubby. But I think it makes it more interesting for the story that they're not intimate.

So- d'you still want me to write it?
Aug. 9th, 2011 02:21 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 4/? ]
f5 f5 f5 f5 More?
Aug. 12th, 2011 12:35 pm (UTC)
FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 5/? ]
(Crap, wow, sorry for my disappearance... Have more!)

Tommy’s eyes close. There’s no easy way to put this, he knows. But he wants to try his best, say it in a way that might get him the chance to have Adam back once Richard’s gone again, someone to heal the old scars Richard will undoubtedly reopen, as well as patch up the new ones, ones that Richard will want to give him. The price for his betrayal.

“Tommy?” Adam’s voice is gentle, coaxing. “What does he want now?”

No way to put this nicely. He wishes Monte’s here, Monte will know how to say this better than him. Monte’s the one to talk to. Not him.

He swallows.

“He wants... he wants me,” he admits. “He wants me to join him… to break us up because I took his dad away.” Adam's expression remains unreadable as he continues, mostly rambling now, wanting to know that Adam's okay with this, will want to be there for him when he returns, no matter how broken he is.

He can't say he'll be surprised if he doesn't.

"He wants to break me and take away what makes me happy, like I took away his father, and he hates me so he'll-"


“-make me feel guilty and unwanted and-“


“-and you won’t stay, will you, you’ll be going and then I’ll be alone and he’ll come back and-“

“Tommy, listen to me for a moment-“ Adam starts again.

“No, shut up,” Tommy snaps suddenly, heart thundering in his chest. What am I doing? he wonders, but there’s a torrent of words building up and he can’t stop them. “He’s going to hurt me, Adam, and he’ll want to hurt you, and I can’t even stop him if he tries, and you’re going to run away but he’s given me a chance, a deal that will make you safe and you’ll better fucking be here whenever I come back or I swear I’m going to find you and-“

“Tommy,” Adam tries again.

“Shut up! He’ll fucking kill you when he’s sick of me, I know him, if he thinks you’re a de- against his cult you’re marked for life and no matter what you do you’ll never be able to outrun him unless you’re going to kill him too and-“

He doesn’t notice the hands resting on his shoulders as he rants, voice rising higher and higher with each word, or Adam stepping closer to him, his blue eyes full of concern and love. But he does notice when he’s cut off by a pair of desperate lips.

The kiss is rough, messy and desperate and uncoordinated. Nothing like Adam, nothing like either of them. Nothing like this thing between them that’s usually slow and dirty and sweet and perfect. This is a different kind of insanity. Adam’s kissing him like he’s going to die if it ends and Tommy’s clinging to him, just letting it happen.

He has no idea how long it goes on like that, Adam’s grip bruising on his shoulders, his own hands twisted into Adam’s hair, pulling and bleach-knuckled where he’s hanging on. Desperate and burning, shivers racing through his limbs when Adam finally pulls back. He stares up at him, shaking like he’s going to crumble away. He’s not really sure if it’s him who’s shaking or if Adam’s shaking him but it doesn’t matter. Everything is too harsh, too bright. The bedside light casting Adam’s face into stark relief, light and shadow making him mysterious all over again. Their breath, panting harshly like they’re drowning on air.

He swallows.

“Adam-” he tries, stepping back like that little bit of distance is going to change anything. All he gets is a look, Adam coming towards him again, intent clear in his eyes. He backs up, hands held out in a feeble warning gesture but Adam catches his wrists, backing him up until the cool glass of the window is at his back, shoulder-blades pressing against fragile skin. “Adam,” he says again, eyes falling shut. Not fighting anymore, resigned to whatever this is, Adam’s breath against his lips, the weight of Adam’s eyes on him even with his own closed. The trembling is less now, and all his own.
Aug. 12th, 2011 12:36 pm (UTC)
FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 6/? ]
Adam’s fingers are tight on his wrists, Tommy’s hands folded together between them like they haven’t been since he pretended to pray to a god he didn’t believe in. He doesn’t know what he’s expecting. Doesn’t know what he wants. So he stays quiet and waits. Willing to take whatever Adam’s going to give him. Always willing.

Then Adam leans down and kisses him, slow and gentle and soft and like nothing else on earth or anywhere else. When he pulls back the trembling’s increased, vibrating through them both like they’re caught in the middle of an earthquake. Their whole little world tumbling down around them into some kind of private hell.

“Please.” Adam’s voice is barely a whisper, barely a breath against Tommy’s. “I don’t care. I don’t- I want-” His voice breaks but Tommy doesn’t need to know what he’s asking for, every word tearing at him until he needs Adam to shut up. Needs him to stop talking and do whatever he needs, take whatever he wants.

“Yes,” he whispers the reply, eyes still closed. “Anything.” Adam breathes, stale and dry against Tommy’s lips.

“You,” he finishes anyway, useless in the face of Tommy’s willing agreement. “I want you Tommy, no matter what he- no matter what. I don’t care what he threatens. I don’t care what you feel like you owe him.” Tommy doesn’t reply, mouth open, breathing weak. He doesn’t even try to get any words out. Adam already owns him, body and soul. There’s nothing left for Richard to take.

When Adam steps back he nearly crumples, stumbling forward instead, sending them reeling. Adam guides the motion and they somehow end up in a tangle on the bed. Adam all long limbs and inexorable movement, every touch leaving Tommy feeling like he’s being cut to pieces.

He twists as Adam drags his shirt up, baring the smooth lines of his back, dipping his head to nose along the stark line of his spine as Tommy fumbles for the bedside light. He doesn’t want to see this. Doesn’t want to see whatever’s in Adam’s eyes but before he makes it even halfway there Adam’s on top of him. Weight bearing him down against the mattress, strong fingers on his wrist again.

“No.” The tone is dark, possessive and invasive. More Adam on stage than Tommy’s cuddly, freckly Adam. There’s more than a hint of it in the air as Adam eases up, running his fingers down Tommy’s arm, pausing to trace a little bit of ink before smoothing a broad palm over the cut of his shoulder. “I want to see you.” Already trapped Tommy gives up, sinking into the mattress.

“Okay,” he murmurs, turning his head so he can watch Adam out of the corner of his eye through the feathering of blond hair. There’s no hint of that priceless smile as Adam’s fingers continue to roam aimlessly over the bare skin on his back, their legs tangled together until Tommy has to think to figure out whose toe is moving. There’s just a weird intensity thrumming in the air as Adam finally eases back, lets Tommy roll over and look up at him, still trapped between his knees.

“I don’t care, Tommy Joe.” It’s barely a whisper, the faintest hint of vulnerability as Adam leans down, hands braced either side of his head. “I want you.”
Aug. 12th, 2011 02:29 pm (UTC)
FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 7/? ]
It’s not like the words render him breathless, or that they strike him like a bolt of lightning and everything turns brighter all of a sudden. Life is not like one of those romance novels Lisa used to love to read (probably still does), he knows that. And he’s no damsel in distress (he didn’t undergo spy training to end up with nothing), and Adam may fancy himself the knight on a white horse but he’s really not (Tommy loves him anyway).
But he’s left with a very warm feeling blossoming in his chest as he looks up into Adam’s dark, possessive gaze, and he’s willing to believe, to put his trust in Adam.

“I want you too,” he says quietly, so soft that it would be inaudible to Adam if he wasn’t so close to his lips. Adam smiles - not his usual adorable, wide smile that causes Tommy’s heart to stop for a minute, but a smile that sends shivers up and down his spine, makes his breath catch in his throat. It’s Adam in his element.

And Tommy will give anything to see him this way off the stage forever.


There’s usually music in the house. Whether it’s just Adam’s voice ringing from the bathroom, or Tommy practicing on his guitar, or the radio itself (and Adam singing along to whatever song that’s on, and, to Tommy, sounding much better, but his love could just be candy-coating his ears). Whatever it is, music dominates their lives and their house.

But today the only music there is the sound of silence playing its song on their ears. Tommy tries turning it into a normal day but Adam switches off the radio and takes his guitar – and eventually his bass – away. Adam wants this silence.

Or maybe he just wants to listen to the sound of their breaths. Tommy asks him, wants to know.

Adam shrugs, looks down. “Music is time,” he says. “I don’t want to count how much time we have left before you have to go. I just want this to be endless – I want to remember it.”

They make love three times that day, and they try to make it slow, beautiful, memorable, like they have all the time in the world. Tommy can feel Adam’s hands trembling as they slide over his skin, can feel the tension and desperation behind each gentle touch, the need to keep, to claim and never let him go.

He feels the same way.

But for all Adam does that day he leaves no mark on his skin that won’t be gone by the next day. Tommy can see the effort it takes for him to keep from marking his skin, from claiming him fully. Making Tommy his.

Tommy wonders how Adam knows it will only make Richard furious. But Adam knows him so well, he supposes it’s his own fault. Maybe he’s let something slip that he hasn’t said. Adam will pick it up. He will understand.

There’s no one quite like him, not for Tommy.

“How are we going to get through this?” he asks after the second time, which was on the bed in the guestroom. Adam’s drawing lazy circles on his back, soothing the aches out of his muscles, and he doesn’t reply for a long while. Tommy pushes himself up slightly, looking at him over his shoulder, questioning.

Adam’s expression is unreadable; the singer pushes him back down.

“Let’s not talk about that, Kitten. Not right now.” There’s something in his voice Tommy can’t quite identify but it hurts him too. There's this urge to press, to demand they talk about it now (he files it under his sudden and inexplicable insanity and irritating need to fight with someone), but he doesn't want his last day with Adam for who knows how long to end that way. He doesn't want to regret.

“Alright,” he whispers instead, lowering his head back into his arms to let Adam continue rubbing the stiffness out of his muscles. Blond hair falls into his face, and, after a moment, Adam brushes it back. Tommy waits for him to speak, but he just turns back to massaging him.

Adam will talk when he’s ready.

Aug. 13th, 2011 01:14 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 7/? ]
You...I...I just can't...you....this is.... *thud*
Aug. 13th, 2011 11:01 pm (UTC)
Re: Tommy/non-con
Not the op. But damn, I really want you to write this!!! :) Please??
Aug. 17th, 2011 11:22 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 7/? ]
This is not the end, right? just more, pleeeeeeease..
Aug. 18th, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: Humanistic 3/3
Hey, my prompt! *dances*
I love I love I lovelovelove it! Angst+porn+it´scomplicated is one of my most favorite things, and as usual, madam, you wrote some art. Porny art.
Aug. 18th, 2011 05:28 pm (UTC)
Re: Tommy/non-con
Not the OP, but I think you should write what you like. It´s always cool to get fic, and the prompt will still be open if someone wants to be more exact.
As a side note, there are a lot of drugs that leave you awake and just lower your inhibitions to pretty much nothing. That doesn´t mean you don´t have free will though, or that you won´t remember. It´s just that if at some point you want to say no and whoever you are with isn´t stopping, you might not be able to fend them off. Anyway, what I mean is that you can swing a Tommy that´s both drugged and fighting. Just my two cents, in case you find them useful. If you want more info abour drugs and medication, let me know and I´ll PM you.
Aug. 19th, 2011 10:17 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 8/? ]
(... aheh. *hides* sorry for the wait)

Neither of them sleep that night. Maybe for Tommy it's his insomnia hitting him again in the light of the situation - it's known to do that, especially before concerts - but he's not sure the depth of Adam's feelings. Clearly they're deep enough to keep him wide awake that night.

All night it's been like they can't look away from each other. Over their uneaten dinner; throughout the entire movie (Halloween, Tommy's favorite, and it takes a lot to get him to stop paying attention to the screen once it's started); all the while they were getting ready for bed; the muted, desperate kiss they shared, inviting suffocation (Tommy's never been a believer of those kind of romantic bittersweet endings but dimly he thinks that it'll be nice right now, a way to get past the iron bars Richard has put up around his life, in his mind).

Adam's arms are around him, and his eyes are closed - feigning sleep, when Tommy knows he's awake. No one falls asleep and forgets to breathe sometimes. Maybe Adam thinks he's doing a really good job or something. Tommy really wants to shake him, 'wake' him up to talk to him. But he remains still, memorizing the features he's sure will be his salvation in the hideous face of whatever Richard's got in mind.

A sad smile flickers briefly over Tommy's face, and he reaches to run thumb over Adam's bottom lip. Adam's breath washes over his thumb, warm and, he's sure, smelling of Adam's toothpaste.

He sighs softly. They should talk. It's for the best, for Tommy's head and Adam's own. Like, they should make a pact or something that they'll always only love each other. Or maybe that's just being paranoid. Adam will always love him, right? Right?

So why is it so hard to reach over to wake him up? To talk them both through this while they can? Fuck, he needs to sleep. Needs to fortify before the inevitable heartbreak tomorrow (today, time's running out so fast, he wishes he has a time turner, he wants to relive the past week over and over and over-).

Does sleep count if it isn't your brain that's sleeping? Because Tommy's arm is fast asleep, completely numb and oblivious to the world, the lucky bastard.

"Tommy?" Adam's voice breaks the silence. He must have given up sleeping. Tommy's gaze refocuses on him and he rests his hand on the singer's cheek. Adam turns into the touch, fingers wrapping around Tommy's wrist, holding him in place.

But there's space to pull back.

“S’up, Babyboy?” Tommy tries for his usual lazy bravado but his voice is too soft and sad. Ah, well, fuck. Adam picks up on it and instantly his eyes turn sad too. Tommy offers a smile (he’s afraid it comes out sad too – he really needs to work on his poker face, especially since he’ll be slumming with Richard for the next couple of weeks or so).

“Nothing,” Adam says quietly. “Just…” he hesitates. “I really, really love you. I just… wanted you to know that. Remember,” he corrects himself after a moment. “I’m sure you know.” He does.

So Adam clearly has read his mind once again. They know each other so well, and Tommy’s always known that they were (cheesy as it sounds) born to be together. The sudden realization of the depth of their relationship brings a lump to Tommy’s throat. He has to swallow a few times before he can reply without sounding strangled.

“I know, Babyboy,” he whispers, hand reaching out to rest against Adam’s cheek. “I know.” There’s so much he wants to say, that he can’t say because there’s still a part of the whole deal Tommy hasn’t told Adam – that he’s doing this for him. (Adam will freak out if he knows – all he knows is that it’s urgent and Tommy has to do this; no exceptions).

He settles for whispering, “I love you too.” And Adam smiles that beautiful smile of his.

Don't let me go, Adam?
Aug. 19th, 2011 10:48 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 9/? ]
(Also, I realize this is all very messy. Therefore once I'm done writing I will un-anon and post a link to my journal :) )

“I won’t stop fighting,” Adam adds. “I’ll call everyone I can.” He looks deadly serious too, and somehow Tommy doesn’t quite have the heart to tell him no, he can’t. Who knows what Richard might do? But still, he keeps silent, moving to burrow into the crook of Adam’s neck, the place where his freckled skin joins his neck and shoulder together.

It’s safe there.

Tommy nods in answer to Adam, arms tightening around him. “I’ll miss you,” he says. “So much.”

Adam quite literally softens in Tommy’s arms (and under his lips). “Me too, Kitten.” Tommy wonders if Adam’s going to say something really cheesy like ‘I’ll think of you all the time’ or ‘think of me when you look at the sky’ or ‘remember me when he fucks you’. Adam doesn’t. And Tommy doesn’t know what he wants to hear right now, anyway.

“We’ll survive this,” Adam adds in his ear, breath hot. “We’ll get someone to stop this guy – we’re not famous for nothing – and he’ll get locked up or something. Especially if he’s doing something illegal in his business.” There’s a pause in which neither of them say a word, because what Richard will be doing is illegal – it’s non-consensual. Or at least, does it count as non-consensual if he’s being blackmailed? He hopes it does. Adam shifts again, and Tommy feels his warm body against his own – he can’t help it, he clings. “At the least, the fans will stand outside his house with a whole bunch of glitter bombs until they get you back.”

Tommy laughs at that, and Adam joins in, but then one of them – Tommy can’t quite remember who, maybe it’s both, but he just knows that all of the sudden there’s a hitching breath and they were both crying, tears rolling down their faces and soaking into Adam’s pillow as they cling to each other like it’s their dying day.

“Fuck,” Tommy says eventually (it’s more of a catch in breath than a profanity, but Adam understands and that’s all that matters, isn’t it?), swiping at his eyes with his sleeve. “Fuck, I’m so not going to cry over this. He’s not worth fucking shit.” His voice rises on a hiccup at the last word, and Adam lets out a watery laugh.

“No, he isn’t,” Adam says in agreement, but that doesn’t explain why he can’t seem to stem his tears. Maybe he’s not trying. Then he lets out a muffled sob, like he can’t help it.

“No!” Tommy says fiercely. “No, no more tears. He’s not worth it. Fuck, Adam, no more fucking tears. We’re not going to cry over him, stop crying now or I swear-“

“I’m not crying over him,” Adam fires back, pulling Tommy close and burying his tearstained face in his hair. “I- fuck, Tommy, I’m going to miss you so much.”

“We’ve been through this,” Tommy says, but the fire in his voice is gone and he sighs, melting into Adam. “Fuck, Adam. If there was a God I’d be fucking begging for him to stop this.”

“I know. I am.” Tommy has to resist rolling his eyes at that, and maybe Adam knows. Maybe he smiles, but Tommy doesn’t see.

“We’ll get him locked up somehow,” Adam whispers a promise into his ear. “And then you can come home. I promise. I fucking love you, Tommy Joe.”

That gets a smile from the bassist. Tommy presses his face into Adam’s neck again, arms draped around Adam as big hands settle on his waist and tangle in his hair. “I know. I fucking love you too, Adam.”

There’s no more talking for the rest of the night.

Just silent, uncounted breaths and treasured heartbeats.

Aug. 19th, 2011 12:36 pm (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 9/? ]
OMGGGGGGGGGGGgggggggggggggggggg. *sobbing* I know I said angst but HOLY SHIT.

Okay *sniffles* I'll try to be coherent. .. The love in this is so amazing and awesome. And I hate Richard with a firey passion. And I think I know who this is but I'm gonna be quiet till you un-anon.

"And then you can come home". Home. *still crying*

Non consensual. Blackmailed. omg....."‘remember me when he fucks you’. "

This is just exactly what I wanted only MORE. So damn good. Thank you so so much. Not sure I can take much more angst ... God this is good.

Don't forget...happy ending? oh lord promise there will be a happy ending. omg....if Richard touches Tommy I will probaby leap through the computer and puch him. Wait....he's not real....this is a story....*repeats to self a few times*

This is so good I can see it in my head like a movie and Richard should die a painful death. Just saying.

Thank you so much for writing this!!!
Aug. 24th, 2011 07:46 am (UTC)
Re: Tommy/non-con
Yep, definatly taking it on- I've already written the first two chapters!!
And I've warmed up to the drugged idea, figured out how to wind it in and it looks to be going well. Been doing a bit of research on rohypnol, but actually if you've got more research on other types of date-rape drugs, that would be really really appreciated. I'm a stickler for realism- I like to get descriptions sounding authentic, characters sounding/behaving as realistically as possible, and for my facts to be straight, so yeah, when necessary, I do do research, so thanks!
As I say, I've got the first two chapter written, but I'm only just up to where the druggs have just kicked in, I havent done the actual scene yet, so your additional research comes at the best point.

I'm posting this on AO3 (my computer doesnt like cookies, so I'm having a hard time keeping online here so you can PM me) so you're best contacting me via there.
I'm SapphireNight by the way, pleasure to accept your prompt!!

Story's called 'Somewhere Else to Be', and is available here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/244101
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