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(Anonymous)
Aug. 24th, 2011 08:02 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
sapphirenight9
Aug. 24th, 2011 08:47 am (UTC)
Re: Tommy/non-con
Okay, I'm going to be posting primarilly on AO3, but here is a teaser. Next chapter will be uploaded on AO3 this Friday or Saturday.
http://archiveofourown.org/works/244101


Somewhere Else To Be


Prologue




Tommy was pissed off. Okay, well ‘pissed off’ was maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but he was feeling a strong defiant need to assert his authority. To be his own person. To not just be ‘Part of the band’, ‘Adam Lambert’s bassist’, ‘The guy Adam likes kissing on stage’. Sometimes Glamily 24/7 wore you down. Especially for a continuous 30 whole weeks.


Standing at the bar with a tall drink in his hand, chatting to (up) a couple of very fine blondes, he felt oddly... unaccomplished in his attempt. The girls were hot, practically throwing themselves at him as they tried to convince him onto the dance floor, but for some reason he shrugged them off.


The taller of the girls, the one with smoky dark eyes smiled spitefully and leaned over, talking directly into the other’s ear over the din of the night club. The other, younger one’s eyebrows rose, but she seemed unbelieving of her partner. She seemed to tell her as much. Sisters, perhaps? (That’d be cool.)


The younger, fairer of the two placed her delicately manicured hands on her hips, demanding something to Tommy. He shook his head, taking another sip of his drink. She repeated.


“... You are interested ... us, right?”


Tommy would have ordinarily put on his glowing pulling smile and lowered his voice with a sultry (yes, he could do ‘sultry’, thank you very much Terrance) “of course”, probably running a ghosting hand down a waist for additional emphasis.


He grimaced. “Yes.” he replied, his voice a little harsher then he would have liked.


The younger girl just laughed. She turned to her partner’s ear before enveloping her in a full, open mouthed kiss.


Sisters? Hmmm.


With one swift motion, Tommy drained the rest of his drink, took the girls offered hands and followed them to the dance floor.


*~*~*
zoodlemouse13
Aug. 27th, 2011 03:20 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 9/? ]
I don't want to be a nag but.... more?

F5 F5 F5
sapphirenight9
Aug. 30th, 2011 09:27 am (UTC)
Re: Tommy/non-con
Somewhere Else to Be - Chapter One

It was 1 ½ pints and 7 shots later when Tommy stumbled against the back door of the club. Behind him, the crowd pounded relentlessly on, an endless surge of sweat, gyrating and want. Tommy chuckled sarcastically, his arm braced up against the door, head leaning heavily against his arm.

This was ‘a good time’, and as his world began to tip again, he gave another gasping laugh at the ‘successes’ of the night.

--Read the rest on AO3 here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/244101/chapters/377565 (Full sized chapter!)

PS, Anonymous, if you still have that research, send it to me. Id be really interested to see.
teegun
Sep. 1st, 2011 09:22 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled!! Creature of Habit Part 2b/? - Re: Adam/Tommy (low mental-age Tommy)
I really, really, really love this.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 5th, 2011 04:35 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 10/? ]
Ugh, sorry. Life ate me..

Dawn breaks too fast, and when Tommy gets out from bed to start packing Adam doesn’t stop him. Just watches him from his place in silence, unmoving like he’s already dead.

Packing takes longer than it should. Tommy finds himself automatically folding several of Adam’s night-shirts and sticking them in his bag (Adam generally fills his luggage with glam-clothes and accessories) and has to take them out and put them back again. Surprisingly Adam doesn’t mention it – maybe he’s pretending they’re going on a trip together?

He doesn’t say anything either. Just continues stuffing his shirts and other necessities in his bag. Briefly he wonders if he’ll take one of his guitars along (because his life will be hell if there’s only Richard, with no Adam and no playing too), but he dismisses the thought. There’s no question of not being in the mood. The guitar is his life. He’s just not sure if Richard will let him play it for one thing, and if Richard wants to break him, he just needs to get his hands on Tommy’s guitar.

No. He’ll last through this. It’s just one more thing to look forward to when he’s in Richard’s place.

Tommy drops the bag by the door when he’s done and turns to face Adam, who’s sitting up in bed now, eyes fixed on Tommy.

“Is it now?” he asks, voice loud in the silence. Tommy’s heartbeat is too – he wonders if Adam can hear it, the steadily rising pace of its beating going da-dump, da-dump, da-dump. Is it really that loud? Adam’s staring at him, with that look in his eye that says he wants to hold onto Tommy and never let go.

Tommy can’t handle that. Not now, he’ll be tempted to stay and let Richard come for them. At least we’ll be together.

Can he do that to Adam? Bring Richard to his – their – doorstep? Face him down together?

No. The answer’s no. He can’t.

Adam doesn’t look away. He swallows and meets his gaze.

“Yeah,” he whispers, and then he turns quickly before Adam can get off the bed and is gone.

He tries not to think about the way Adam will look at his back or the way his name sounds from the singer’s mouth as his voice lingers in Tommy’s ears.

It’s harder than it looks.

-

The airport’s large and not quite crowded but Tommy feels strangely claustrophobic, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans (just normal ones, not the skinny jeans he generally wears when he’s out with Adam – if Richard wants to look he’s going to have to fucking work for it) every so often. His backpack is dumped on the seat next to him, the cloth of it as rumpled as his shirt.

When he glances at the screen (for the billionth time) scrolling through the flights and their arrival times, butterflies flutter in his stomach. Richard’s flight has landed. He’ll be getting his luggage.

Whispering a prayer to the God he doesn’t believe in, he slings the backpack over his shoulder and rises. Everything looks blurry and hazy, and he feels vaguely dream-like. Maybe it is a dream and he’s going to wake up next to Adam and they’ll laugh about it together.

He fucking hopes so.

He stumbles into people and trips over several bags lying around carelessly on the floor. It’s like one of those fucking balance tests or whatever the fuck they’re called. He hates those things on his better days. Right now, as he pushes himself back to his feet with stinging palms, he wishes they never existed.

A hand on his back.

“Hello Joey.”

Fucking hell. Always at the worst times. He straightens and turns to look at Richard, feeling bile rise in his throat. It’s a fleeting reaction that he swallows down. He greets his ex-boyfriend with faux-tenderness and a lazy smile that never reaches his eyes.

“’Sup.”He shifts away from Richard’s touch. What can he say to a guy like this? “Um. You’re looking good.” It comes out more a question than anything else. He forges on. “I’d say it’s good to see you but, you know, you just threatened to kill my boyfriend and I don’t particularly like you.”

Yeah, so he’s suicidal in panic. No judgement – it’s just the way he is.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 5th, 2011 05:08 am (UTC)
FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 11/12 ]
“The feeling’s mutual, Joey,” Richard assures him, smiling in the way that makes Tommy want to throw up. Again. “How’s your boy?” he adds, almost sickeningly sweet. “Well, I hope.”

“Better than you,” Tommy fires back, heart hammering. “As per usual, asshole.” He spits the last word out with a fury that rose without his noticing.

Richard’s eyes narrow, his hand sliding to something under his jacket. Fuck. How did he get the gun on the plane? “Have you said goodbye to him, then?” Richard continues. “I’m sure you’ll miss him when he’s gone. But never mind, you’ll be with me again. Did you miss me?”

A gun. He’s got a gun. Now, he thinks desperately in his mind. He took the gun on the plane, now, now, now, for fuck’s sake- He’s got to keep talking. “As much as I miss a thorn in my foot.”

“Bland.” Richard shakes his head, hand still under his coat. “Maybe I’ll let you give your boyfriend a call before my boys get him tonight.”

What?

“They’re instructed to make it look like an accident, but that doesn’t mean they can’t make things very painful for him.”

Tommy stares at him with wide eyes, breaths coming in too fast. “You- you- you bastard,” he chokes out, voice strangled. “You said you wouldn’t-“

“Yeah. I lied.” Richard sounds unconcerned, and Tommy snaps, lunging forwards to hit him square in the jaw.

The next few moments are a blur. He feels cold metal against his chest as he stumbles over Richard, sees his twisted smirk and feels them rolling over. Hears the screams of panic, shouts of authority, the shot ringing and feels their bodies jerking with the force of it. Feels blood draining from his face for a long moment as he stares up at Richard, unable to speak as blood soaks into his shirt.

It takes another moment to realize that it’s not his.

Richard collapses against him, numb fingers dropping the gun. Tommy elbows it out of the way at the same time the body is pulled from his, and Richard’s staring at him, apparently uncomprehending what happened.

“Looks like you’re right, huh, Tommy?” A feminine face is peering down at him, small smile on her otherwise serious face. “We did catch a rat.” A hand wraps around his arm and he’s pulled to his feet. Tommy takes in the scene; Richard being put into handcuffs and practically being dragged away, his expression revealing his shock.

He whirls to the woman, who’s watching them take Richard away.

“I thought you weren’t fucking coming!” he all but yells, and the uniformed woman laughs.

“Language, Tommy.”

“Fuck language, it’s fucking-“ More swearwords spill from his lips until he realizes he’s crying, and then arms are around his shoulders, too slender to be what he really wants. Who he really wants.

“We never abandoned you,” she says, voice soft. “We wanted to be given a solid reason to take him away and lock him up, he could have defended himself better if we hadn’t. We didn’t know about the gun, though,” she adds. “I’m sorry we put your life in danger.”

He doesn’t answer, just crying on her shoulder and hating himself for it. For a long while they stand there, and eventually Tommy sniffles and pulls away, wiping his eyes. “Fucking hell, Grace.”

She grins slightly. “I know. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

-

It takes Tommy the entire ride back to compose himself, but when Grace is leaning on the doorbell, Tommy realizes that he’s on the verge of breaking down again. Fuck.

The door opens. “Neil, thank God, I- Tommy?” The voice rises to a pitch higher than anything Tommy’s ever heard before, and out of the corner of his eye he sees Grace pull a slight face before slipping back into her police demeanour.

“Good afternoon, Mr Lambert. I hope this isn’t a bad time…” Her voice trails off when she notices, as Tommy has noticed, that Adam isn’t paying attention. “I suppose not.”
(Anonymous)
Sep. 5th, 2011 05:09 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 12/12 ]
“Tommy?” Adam whispers again, voice shaking slightly. The blond swallows and looks up at Adam, who’s staring at him with an expression that’s a mixture of shock and tentative hope, like he doesn’t quite know why Tommy’s there but is really, really fucking happy to see him.

Tommy offers a watery smile and opens his arms, backpack dropping forgotten onto the floor.

“Hey Babyboy. I’m home.”

Here, have an ending! I'll be posting the link of the neatened, hopefully bettered version to my journal soon... Just out of curiosity, who do you think I am anyway?
zoodlemouse13
Sep. 6th, 2011 01:37 am (UTC)
Re: FILL: With Hands Behind Your Back [ 12/12 ]
*lets out held breath* Yes. Wonderful!!

My heart actually clenched at Just watches him from his place in silence, unmoving like he’s already dead. Like he's already dead. OMG.

So happy that Grace showed up. And Tommy breaking down...his relief..so perfect.

Hey Babyboy. I’m home.” Home.

Thank you so much. It was just what I wanted only so much MORE. thank you!!

(I asked the person I thought it was and you aren't her so I'm not sure now. Tell me!!


(Anonymous)
Dec. 11th, 2011 04:58 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy - D/s, kitty!play, toys, established relationship
op of the prompt here but i never got this comment! stupid lj! because teehee that's so adorable! :D
qafhappy
Jan. 21st, 2012 06:23 am (UTC)
Re: Tush
Hottest. Fic. Ever.

*bows low*
leela_cat
Feb. 5th, 2012 06:30 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! The Sniff Test 4/4
Damn, that is hot.
wynkat1313
Feb. 5th, 2012 07:04 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! The Sniff Test 4/4
oh hell yes! that was a thing of smutty goodness, thank you, I needed that.
lixi_des92
Feb. 8th, 2012 06:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Tommy&?, badass!Adam
Does it have to be fans or can I change it...?
xglitterbabyx
Feb. 22nd, 2012 02:35 am (UTC)
FILL: Is This Love, or Confusion?
I didn't write this completely to the prompt as my imagination kinda ran with it but the initial idea is still there!!! I wrote it for the SoHotOutTheBed valentines challenge. Enjoy!

Rating: R for Language and Porn
Word Count: 13,389
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Warnings: Possible Dub/Con
Summary: After a hot night out on stage during the Glam Nation Tour, Adam tells Tommy they can’t kiss during Fever anymore.

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