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(Anonymous)
Aug. 19th, 2010 02:30 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy - dance
Guh. Waaaaaannnnnnnnnntttttttt.
fairfax_verde
Aug. 19th, 2010 04:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled - Take It and Run 3/3
This was wonderful! Two of my favorite things are h/c and protective!Adam. Nicely done.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 19th, 2010 04:40 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy / fanboys
Please, PLEASE write this! I'll make you cookies? Or bring you tequila?
(Anonymous)
Aug. 19th, 2010 05:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 3b/?)
OMG just discovered this. I LOVE IT!!! <3_____<3
vlredreign
Aug. 19th, 2010 06:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled - Take It and Run 3/3
God, this was....*grabs Tommy, puts him in my purse*

I loved this so much!!! Overprotective!Adam is a kink!!!
blueeye01
Aug. 19th, 2010 06:45 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled - Take It and Run 3/3
This was awesome!
sulwen
Aug. 19th, 2010 07:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 3b/?)
Oh honey, you're incredible. I tried to make myself wait until this story was complete to start reading it, but I couldn't resist...and now I NEED MORE, LIKE RN. So keep at it! It's amazing. <3
corrinedesign
Aug. 19th, 2010 07:45 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 3b/?)
Okay screw going anon, I'm just going to fuck it up.

God this is amazing! <3____<3 It's like a real episode of House! I still love you for filling this bb! :DDDDD -hugs- More soon?

Edited at 2010-08-19 07:45 pm (UTC)
(Anonymous)
Aug. 19th, 2010 07:46 pm (UTC)
I like this suggestion.
valress
Aug. 19th, 2010 08:13 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy/Terrance Public sex (or close to) in club
Alright... I can't help it.. I'm sort of working on this.... Damn them for being so hot!!
thrace_adams
Aug. 19th, 2010 08:59 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Teardrop on the Fire (Part 3b/?)
GAh my obssessive hitting of F5 finally pays off. GAH this is so good. Love Foreman and Wilson arguing over House, LOVE that he has two patients that are huge fans...and damn I want MORE MORE MORE. I feel like I'm watching the show and now I'm on a really long commercial break...
(Anonymous)
Aug. 19th, 2010 10:40 pm (UTC)
Fill: Just Like Notting Hill 1/7
A/N: I was watching Notting Hill when I read the prompt, like right at that scene, so I feel that fate made me write this. LOL

Tommy didn't read the gossip sites (this was the lie he told people who asked if he'd seen this or that rumor). In truth, Tommy pulled them up daily while he was eating breakfast, which was what he called the Cocoa Pops he ate at two p.m. while still in his underwear and t-shirt, having just rolled out of bed. The sad thing about this was that he wasn't even the last one awake out of his roommates. Tommy saw the pictures on TMZ.com a half second before his phone alerted him, via Twitter, that they existed. Glambert's One Night Stand, the headline blared. Exclusive Pictures! Tommy didn't want to click through them, but they were right there. He didn't actually have to click anything. All he had to do was use his eyes to see Adam, shirtless, lying on his side on some stranger's bed with a sheet slung over his hip as he smiled up at the camera, one arm extended, caught in the motion of reaching for the unseen photographer.

In the next shot he was on his back with one arm behind his head while the other was across his chest, fingers disappearing beneath the sheet which had been arranged so that only his crotch and part of a hip was covered, leaving his long legs to taper out beneath it. Even through the diffusing lens of the camera, there was a mischeviousness obvious in his eyes. It wasn't exactly artistic. More like--Tommy's stomach clenched at this thought because this would hurt Adam the most, he knew--two boys having fun.

The third and final shot was a full nude. Adam stretched out on his stomach, one arm dangling off the side of the bed and one side of his face visible, eyes closed in sleep. Based on the time Adam chased him through the bus early in their working relationship when Tommy tried snapping him in that same situation (but not naked), Tommy knew for damn sure that that picture wasn't taken with his consent.

He didn't want to check Perez, but he pretty much had to. If Perez had boosted the signal, this could get bad.

Fuck. The third picture was Perez's top post, complete with a jizzing cartoon penis pointing at Adam's ass like a fucking arrow. Tommy didn't bother reading the comments. He could guess what they said. When his phone chirped, he welcomed the excuse to look away.

Can I come over? It was Adam.

He almost typed 'yes', but then caution fortunately showed up and he slowed down. tmrw' hedline: Glambert seeks solace in arms of bassist.

BB, plz. Can't stay here. U saw pics?

Tommy could feel Adam's desperation in the rushed sentences and it burned against him, but if Adam came over, the paps would eat it up. They were probably camped out waiting to see what he would do. Can U get to my frnd Nat's pl?

U trust him?

Tommy had the feeling that trust was going to be a big part of today. Poor stupid Adam, he never knew how to judge people... Sure, it was this blind tendency to see the bright side of everyone that had endeared Adam to Tommy in the first place, but it also meant that shit like this was bound to happen and bound to hurt even more because of it. Yes. Tommy sent the address. After he got Adam's confirmation, he shut his computer down, shoved his half-eaten soggy cereal into the garbage disposal, and put a pair of pants on. When he ran out of the house, he was still wearing the shirt he'd
(Anonymous)
Aug. 19th, 2010 10:41 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Just Like Notting Hill 2/7
slept in.

He called Nat on the way. He did his best, but there wasn't really a low key way to tell someone that a persistently scandalous rockstar was about to turn up on his doorstep and that he should not, under any circumstances 1) tell anyone this or 2) ask the rockstar to listen to him sing, even if his self-appointed nickname was Nat the Nightingale. (Tommy emphasized the 'self-appointed' part.)

"What am I supposed to do with him?" Nat asked. "And when is he coming?" Tommy heard rustling and knew that Nat was kneeling on his couch looking out the curtains to see the road.

"Give him something shiny to look at," Tommy said. "He likes pretty things."

"I could dangle my keys at him," Nat said dryly.

Tommy ignored that. This was fucking serious. "Show him that thousand dollar espresso machine you've got. He'll love it. And don't have sex with him!"

There was a pause. "Is this something I'm likely to do?"

Tommy took his own moment. For most people he might say 'no', but in this case...

"Oh my god, you fucked him!" There was a touch too much joie de vivre in Nat's tone--not that pointing that out would do Tommy any good. He decided not to grace the comment with an answer, especially since he needed to be concentrating on speeding around cars as he drove out of the city.

"Or he fucked you?" Nat asked, making Tommy realize the downside of not responding--it gave people ideas. "Oh, I'm sooo straight," Nat sing-songed in the high-pitched voice that he used for mimicking all their friends, insisting with each one that he was dead on no matter who he was doing.

"Nat," he said pointedly, "I will be there in five minutes. If he gets there first, get him in the house, put his car in the garage and do not open the door to anyone. Got it?"

"Yeah. Geez. Yes."

"And I'm going to need you to leave when I get there."

"In case he needs a safe space to emote?"

"Yes." Tommy sighed in relief. Nat was only a jackass sometimes, like when Tommy's sex life was involv--

"And by 'emote' I mean 'fuck your skinny little ass'," Nat said. "Just in case you were wondering."

"Bye, Nat." Tommy tossed the phone into the passenger seat. Time to concentrate on getting there...preferably before Nat and Adam got their eyes on each other. Logically, Tommy knew he shouldn't be worried. Nat was a three hundred fifty pound six foot five inch Asian man for a start. Not exactly Adam's type. And Nat was straight. But Tommy was straight, too. Or had been. He wasn't really sure where he fell on that scale when his dick ended up in Adam's mouth more often than a girl's anymore and he woke up way too many mornings in the same bed as his boss. But he still slept with
(Anonymous)
Aug. 19th, 2010 10:42 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Just Like Notting Hill 3/7
girls. Sometimes. O.K., hardly ever, but he totally would. It wasn't like he was dating Adam. If they were dating, he'd be jealous right now and probably angry that Adam had stepped out.

Instead, he was just worried that Adam was hurt and he really, really wanted to sucker punch the asshole who'd released the pictures.

Only by the grace of God (and the fact that the car behind him was also speeding), did he avoid getting pulled over. He made it to Nat's house, which was just outside of L.A. nestled into a dirt-colored hill scattered with patches of grass. No sign of Adam, which was a good thing if he was there. Tommy drove past the house first. He'd do a quick check of the nearby cars to see if he recognized any as paparazzi.

His phone chirped. He's here. Park ur ass.

One more sweep and Tommy pulled into the garage, which opened as he drove up the driveway. Nat had moved his car out already, and Adam's car was in his spot. Tommy turned his phone off and left it. He wasn't going to need it. If he could, he'd get Adam to turn his off, too. Day like this, surely he'd agree that was a good idea. Bracing himself for anything, Tommy opened the door into the kitchen. Yeah, Nat was straight, which should mean he wouldn't be interested in Adam and not Adam's type, which should mean Adam wouldn't be interested either, but there was something about the both of them, and Tommy could just see their auras attracting each other in some kind of New Agey shit that made people fuck first and ask questions later. Depending on how much earlier Adam had arrived, they could have already frolicked around the house with incense.

So he opened the door slowly, sniffing for bitter scents.

"There you are!" It wasn't Adam but Nat who grabbed him and yanked him into a hug. Well. O.K. When Nat released him and Tommy got his breath back, he saw Adam leaning over Nat's table. Nat had the sushi kit out and Adam was carefully laying pieces of avocado down on beds of white rice. He glanced up, smiled tightly, and returned to his task.

Tommy grabbed Nat's wrist, started to tug him towards the door, realized he couldn't tug Nat anywhere he didn't want to go, and stopped. "Out, you promised," he whispered. It was more of a stage whisper since Nat's ear was about sixteen inches away from Tommy's mouth, but if Adam heard he didn't acknowledge it.

Nat smiled and for a second Tommy thought he'd have to get rough with him--he could do it. They'd been friends since they were kids and Tommy knew right where to push. He had a bad left knee. It was a low blow to kick him there (and also probably a stupid move since the object was to get Nat to leave, not to make him roll around and cry), so Tommy would go for the elbow in the gut instead, which was the insult equivalent of calling him a 'doody head', but it would wake Nat up enough to get him to be serious.

"Well, I'm off," Nat said brightly. Tommy relaxed. "Back later!" He breezed out the door without even saying good-bye to Adam. It seemed slightly rude until Tommy realized that Adam hadn't looked up once, not even when the door slammed.

He walked over to the table and sat down. "So," he said.
(Anonymous)
Aug. 19th, 2010 10:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Just Like Notting Hill 4/7
"So," Adam echoed. His brow furrowed as he laid down fake crab over top of the avocado.

"How about those pictures?" He was taking a chance getting right into it, but when Adam looked up and his eyes were watering, Tommy knew he'd gotten it right. He reached for Adam's hand and got it, fishiness and all. "What happened?" He tugged until Adam sat down, too.

"He said they were just for him and I...I really liked him." Adam said this last as if it were the worst part of all this, which, knowing him, it was. He was still learning how to navigate his way through people who liked him and famewhores who just wanted to make a buck off him.

"Adam, do you ever think that maybe you trust too quickly?"

From the stunned look on Adam's face, Tommy could guess the answer pretty easily.

"I've been lucky, I guess," Adam said. "I used to think I was smart, but maybe it's just been luck."

Tommy sighed and squeezed Adam's hand a little tighter.

"It was bound to happen eventually, I guess. Hell, I should be used to pictures, right?"

"Adam..."

Adam shook his head. "No, really. I should just expect people to want to publish pictures of me. Even the private ones. I guess I don't have private ones anymore, do I?"

"Adam." Tommy got up and moved into Adam's lap. He wrapped his arms around his neck. "You have the right to private pictures."

"I was so stupid--"

Tommy held onto him, trying to stop Adam from beating himself up, but Adam didn't even seem to know he was there, even though his arms were tight around Tommy's waist. Tommy finally kissed his neck, which stopped his head from shaking back and forth in a continuous 'no'. He took his chance and pulled Adam's face down so he could catch his lips and stop his rambling self-abuse.

"You aren't stupid. That guy was a dick, but you couldn't have known that. And it doesn't mean you shouldn't trust people, either. One bad apple shouldn't ruin the barrel for you. What?" He leaned back when Adam snorted, but Adam pulled him back against his chest.

"You think metaphors make everything better."

"For you? They usually do." Brushing his head under Adam's chin, Tommy went for the buttons on Adam's shirt. Usually, Tommy didn't have much to say about Adam's clothes--he was either glam or he was average Joe and it was all fine--but this shirt he felt more than able to have an opinion against. It was just plain ugly. Green and yellow and black stripes that looked like a monster had vomited on him. Adam didn't have many shirts that buttoned in his offstage wardrobe, though, so Tommy allowed himself to appreciate it for this factor as he opened it and let the sides fall open.
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