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thrace_adams
Aug. 17th, 2010 01:10 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Like Chewing on Pearls (3/3)
Damn....
(Anonymous)
Aug. 17th, 2010 01:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Adam/Tommy, wall!sex in public
PERFECTION. Your writing is always freaking amazing. <3333
(Anonymous)
Aug. 17th, 2010 04:33 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy - Taylor (watching)
I want this so much :D
repowife
Aug. 17th, 2010 05:27 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Adam/Tommy, wall!sex in public
guh...i may never recover from this one, srsly
argylepiratewd
Aug. 17th, 2010 07:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 2a/?)
...Pretend I labeled those parts up there 1a and 1b, 'kay? Oops. Also, this future!verse thing is going to EAT MY BRAIN, I swear.

"Dammit, they interrupted my show for this? Oh, come on! The guy's famous—it's always drugs with people like him!" Adam tried to ignore the man sitting in on the corner of the desk, who was ranting to himself while obnoxiously slurping a large soda and watching a loud and tiny TV, but it was hard to ignore someone like that when everyone else at the hospital was so serious. The man looked up, and he grinned at Adam. "Oh. It's you guys they're talking about on here. Interesting. Yeah, drugs are great." For emphasis, he pulled a bottle from his pocket and popped a pill in his mouth, then swallowed it dry. "They make all that glitter and all those lights loads of fun, don't they?" Adam didn't answer.

"House!" Dr. Cuddy, the woman Adam had been told was the head of the hospital or something—Dean of Medicine—stood in the doorway, glaring at the man. He could've sworn he saw a pained look flash across her face at the sight of the man's bottle, but it was gone too quickly for Adam to be sure. "What are you doing in here?"

"I'm not here. I'm just a figment of your imagination. Sort of like that top you put on this morning, I mean, mrow!" The man ogled her chest, and Dr. Cuddy heaved a heavy sigh.

"I am so sorry, Mr. Lambert; we don't usually let Dr. House out of his cage."

Adam didn't care much about the asshole on the desk, so long as someone made him shut up. Instead of complaining, he asked, "How's Tommy doing? Do you know what's wrong with him?"

"We're still running some tests, but right now your, er—friend?"

"We're together," he said, almost daring Nicky, their bitchy new drummer, or House to say something. But Nicky was too busy glaring at House, and House was too busy making suggestive faces as he sucked on his straw, so Adam continued. "He's my—would you stop that, please?"

"Nope!" House said, and went back to fellating his straw.

Dr. Cuddy winced. "Is there a reason you're in my office, Dr. House, and could you please be a bit more mature?"

"Nope and nope!" Dr. House scooted off the desk and snatched the chart from Dr. Cuddy's hands. "Though I did hear that the idiots in the ER were gonna send the Fairy Princess of Darkness out of here for a bad back and a nasty case of the flu."

"What?" Adam gaped, more offended by the diagnosis than the doctor's insult. "They're releasing him?"

"Don't listen to House," Dr. Cuddy said. "They're still running tests."

"Yeah, and they'd better make sure they got the good malpractice insurance before the lawsuit, let me tell you. What kind of idiot says a guy with a hundred and six degree fever, a headache, a stiff neck, and all that other fun stuff needs to go home? Especially when 'home' is a tour bus? Those lights are hot, and this guy's hotter," Dr. House gestured toward Adam and gave him the most unconvincing leer Adam had ever seen, "but they're not that hot."

"I—" Dr. Cuddy apparently didn't have an answer for that. "Since when do you care about what kind of home your patients have?"

"I thought you thought it was drugs?" Camila asked.

"Not with symptoms like this—though it could be drugs. Is it drugs?" Adam shook his head. "Right. And all the ER docs are idiots—never trust what you see on TV. Unless it's soap operas. Those are real." Dr. House flipped through the pages of the chart, and he stopped suddenly. "Wait, you guys got shot?"

Adam swallowed, and he nodded. He and Tommy had been through enough therapy in the year since then to be as close to back-to-normal as possible. He didn't want to risk wrecking that now by talking about it with this jerk. "Cool," House said. "Me too." Adam wasn't surprised.

"You mean you didn't hear about it, with all the garbage you read?" Dr. Cuddy sat down behind her desk and began shuffling through some paperwork, clearly no longer interested in the conversation.

"Oh, come on, Cuddy—do you see a pair of magnificent, succulent, perfect breasts like yours on this guy's chest? Does he look like Angelina Jolie?"

"House!"

"Cuddy!"
argylepiratewd
Aug. 17th, 2010 07:31 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 2b/?)
"Okay, for the record, my boss is much prettier than Angelina Jolie." Nicky looked like he was about ready to tear someone's head off, but the two doctors were too busy glaring at each other for them to notice. Any other time, Adam would have smiled at Nicky for defending his honor, but he was too distracted by worrying and by trying not to think of the not-so-distant past.

Finally, Dr. House huffed. "Fine. But come on! How often does one get the chance to stand in the presence of the Gay Messiah and his Secretly-Saved 'Straight' Boyfriend, hm?"

"You expect me to believe you're starstruck?" Dr. Cuddy snorted. "Right."

"As much as anyone believes you're still in your thirties."

Adam sighed. "Are either of you taking any of this seriously? My boyfriend's sick, and all you two can do is—"

"Oh, please, it's not like he's dying." Dr. House rolled his eyes. "Or maybe he is; I dunno. But he probably has meningitis, which is totally boring. Yeah, it's a lot more serious than a backache and the flu, but since he's well enough for some idiot to want to send him home—" And then something else in the chart seemed to catch House's eye. "Unless—" House shook his head, and he tucked the chart under his arm. "I'm taking this case."

Adam started to protest, but House wasn't listening, his long legs already carrying him quickly out the door. It wasn't like he'd have a chance at winning an argument with someone who wouldn't listen anyway. "Is he always like this?"

"I'm afraid so. I'm sorry for his behavior, Mr. Lambert." Dr. Cuddy looked genuinely ashamed. "But he's the best doctor we have, and if there's something unusual going on with your partner, he'll find it."

Adam was afraid of that. He knew that someone with an awful attitude had to be damn good for them to still be around. But if Dr. House could help, Adam could handle him. "Can I go see him? Tommy, I mean?"

"Let me check." She picked up her phone and made a call, and Adam and the band waited expectantly. "Oh, and you might wanna call your security guys—I probably shouldn't admit this, but House likes to make his team break into things, and he'd love to send them on your tour buses."

"I'll let 'em know," Monte said, and he fished his cell from his pocket and started dialing, then looked around, seeming to remember where he was. "I'll take this outside."

Nicky followed him out, saying, "I need a smoke," and Adam wandered over to the couch and sat next to Cam.

After several minutes, Dr. Cuddy put down her phone, and she looked up at Adam. "They're moving him to a room. Someone from Dr. House's team will escort you up there when they get him settled, okay?"

He nodded, and Cam reached over and patted him on the knee. "Okay." Just as long as it wasn't House himself.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 17th, 2010 07:33 pm (UTC)
FILLED: unwinding, brad/adam/tommy, eventual nc-17, (3/?)
It is entirely possible that Brad’s disguise might not be as awesome as he had previously believed. He had been pretty proud of himself for pulling a nondescript skater hoodie down over his forehead and putting on very sulky eyeliner as well as a matching facial expression. Brad is annoyed and surprised to learn that this does not pass as an effective Glambert disguise at an Adam Lambert concert in Bumfuck, USA.

“A real Glambert would have worn glittery eyeliner,” one fan explains, before the crowd converges on him screaming about autographs and tin hats.

Allison hasn’t even come onstage yet, and Brad’s already started some kind of frenzied mosh pit of overexcited girls wearing--dare he say it--too much glitter. He loves his fans, sometimes, but this? Is kind of scary.

Luckily, security notices what’s going on pretty quickly. Somebody with extremely broad shoulders comes over to rescue him from the fans’ clutches. Brad clings to the security guard as he sweeps him behind the restraining rope and whisks him backstage. Adam and Allison’s various bands and entourages are scattered around, doing things of various importance.

Brad’s savior dumps unceremoniously, but he is quickly greeted by Allison’s enthusiastic arms. He pats her on the back. “Just getting the crowd warmed up for you, sweetie,” he reassures her. A tech herds her away from him in the direction of the stage, and she mouths see you later, her red hair bouncing. “Break a leg out there!” Brad calls after her and blows her a kiss.

He watches her go fondly. She really is a sweet girl, and totally deserving of the spot on the tour. She’s got major star power for seventeen.

“Oh my god, Brad,” A very familiar voice says from behind him. Brad turns to see catch a glimpse of Adam’s earsplitting smile before his face gets pressed into Adam’s chest as his ex-boyfriend hugs him very tightly.

Mmmm, Brad thinks, relaxing into it. Adam’s clearly lost a bit of weight--from stress or dieting or a combination of both--which Brad does not necessarily approve of. Still, he’s solid and strong, and one of the best huggers Brad’s ever met. The fact that he can feel Adam’s cock, semi-hard against his thigh, only plays a minor role in this, of course. Boy really does need to get laid, apparently.

Adam finally lets him go, pulls back to take a look at him. Behind Adam, Brad can see Tommy watching with carefully contained interest while tuning his bass in the background.

“Surprise!” Brad says. “Sorry I’m a little early, I meant to actually, you know, see the show, get the full Adam Lambert experience--”

“Wait,” Adam says as he fingers the hem of the hood of Brad’s sweatshirt. He looks extremely amused. “Were you trying to be in disguise?”

Brad pouts. It was a good disguise! “I was being stealthy!” Adam just rolls his eyes and smiles at him, and Brad can’t help but break a smile too.

They grin at each other for a minute, just soaking it all in. Brad can’t really believe that he’s here with Adam, reunited in the freaking Midwest.

“Adam!” A sound tech says loudly. “Got a minute? It’s urgent,” he adds, sounding a little bit urgent but mostly very annoyed.

Adam releases Brad’s hoodie with a sigh. “Duty calls,” he says, still smiling like a crazy person. He leans over to Brad for a moment, lips brushing his ear. “If you’re still interested in the full Adam Lambert experience after the show, it’s hotel night.”


He winks before he turns away to go deal with the grumpy sound tech. Brad admires Adam’s ass as he walks away. He is so getting some tonight.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 17th, 2010 07:34 pm (UTC)
FILLED: unwinding, brad/adam/tommy, eventual nc-17, (4/?)
Tommy waits to come over until Adam is firmly engaged with the tech. “Nice work,” Tommy murmurs, voice low. “But I told you the disguise sucked.”

“The disguise was awesome,” Brad says. “It’s not my fault half of those people probably follow me on twitter.”

“That’s definitely not why your hoodie didn’t fool anybody.”

“It is,” Brad insists.

Tommy pushes his blond, floppy do out of his eyes and raises his eyebrows. Tommy’s one of those people who looks like a hot mess in pictures but totally hot in real life. The makeup seems neat instead of smudged and his features are sharp and dark and adorable. He’s clearly willing to totally submit himself to the whims of the tour’s styling team.

Brad lets himself wonder for a moment whether Tommy is that cooperative in bed, too. He remembers some YouTube video of Adam cupping a hand around Tommy’s chin during Fever and nipping at his lips, Tommy leaning back and playing his bass and just fucking taking it.

“Besides,” Brad says, shaking off the mental imagery. Tonight certainly isn’t about him and Tommy, it’s about Adam. The one person they have in common. “These skinny jeans make my ass look awesome.”

“Well,” Tommy says. “You’re right about that, at least.”

Brad blinks in shock. Maybe Tommy’s more enthusiastic about Brad’s revised plan than he thought. But before he gets a chance to ask further, Tommy makes some noises about checking over the night’s set list and wanders off.

--

Thanks for all the nice words, you guys! Your feedback really makes my day. I'll try to write more as soon as I can.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 17th, 2010 07:49 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 2/?)
OP Here:

OMG THIS IS PERFECT <3_____<3 More soon please? :DDDDDDD
(Anonymous)
Aug. 17th, 2010 08:03 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 2b/?)
jfgjkabrjknbjrvybbhtmbtj!!!!!!!! I can't believe some filled this. Still so excited over that! :DDDDD This is soooo good! More? :D
thrace_adams
Aug. 17th, 2010 08:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 2/?)
Awww...is this one better?
thrace_adams
Aug. 17th, 2010 08:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 2b/?)
Dude, this sounds JUST LIKE THE SHOW!!!! And now I need more..... :)
wildcat92
Aug. 17th, 2010 08:19 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 2b/?)
OMG I LOVE THIS!!! Thank you so much for filling it! You've managed to capture the characters really well and it's just like watching an actual House episode !!! Can't wait for more :3
xxpinkwritesx
Aug. 17th, 2010 08:22 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 2b/?)
SO MUCH <3
I can actually see House doing /all/ of this.
ILU.
medea_aries
Aug. 17th, 2010 08:23 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Adam/Tommy, wall!sex in public
Bzuh. Speechless. Hot. Love.
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