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Aug. 25th, 2010 05:28 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! Fresh Meat 2/5
Adam rolls his eyes. “Sorry I don’t live up to your standards,” he says dryly. He gestures at Tommy sharply, and Danny lets go of him reluctantly. Adam’s fought hard for his place in here, and his place definitely isn’t prison bitch, not like fresh meat’s is shaping up to be.

Luckily, fresh meat’s smart enough to know when he’s beat, and he scurries over to Adam’s shower head and turns the spray back on.

And then the little shit takes his time rewashing his hair with Adam’s shampoo, clearly thinking that being Adam’s means being entitled to his stuff.

Adam would prove him wrong, but that’s the kind of lesson that’s reserved for a room with three walls and bars, so he just waits for him to finish, not making any secret of the fact that he’s watching fresh meat wash himself.

He doesn’t realize he’s being played until he realizes that two weeks of him protecting fresh meat without so much as a handjob have gone by.

And okay, fresh meat is still sleeping on the floor, but it’s time for this shit to stop. So Adam casually offers him the use of the bottom bunk and then, when he’s almost asleep, shoves him into the wall and presses up against him.

Tommy goes completely still. He doesn’t fight, which is interesting. “Is this the part where you rape me?” he asks, resigned.

“This is the part where you shut up and go to sleep,” Adam says. He closes his eyes resolutely, ignoring the way his dick thinks this is a fucking awesome turn of events, and goes to sleep.


Soon turns out to be the next day in the showers. Danny makes a grab for Tommy while Adam has his back turned, but before Adam can actually do anything Tommy knees him in the balls.

Danny drops to his knees, clutching his crotch and making ugly pained noises. Tommy flounces back over to Adam’s side and wiggles under the shower head, grabbing Adam’s soap.

“Better watch your bitch, Lambert,” Danny manages, hauling himself to his feet and retreating to a corner. Adam turns back to fresh meat, who’s rinsing soap off his body.

Adam can’t see his face, but he’s pretty sure that Tommy’s smiling. “I’ve got him,” he says, just loud enough to be heard by everyone else in the room. He’s not really sure of the truth of that statement, but as soon as he puts a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, he turns around and sinks down to his knees.

So apparently Adam really has got him.

“Open up, sweetheart,” he says, gripping his cock between his fingers and guiding it towards Tommy’s mouth. Tommy glances up at him from beneath his eyelashes and leans forwards to mouth at the head of Adam’s cock.

Adam groans and braces his forearm against the wall, watching Tommy lap at the head of his cock. There’s water streaming down over both of them, making Tommy’s hair stick to his head and his cheek, and he looks beautiful.

Tommy’s mouth feels amazing, too. Warm and wet and not really experienced – Adam can tell – but it’s been four months since he’s gotten any action that hasn’t been from his own hand. He’ll pretty much take anything he can get at this point, and the fact that it’s coming from a pretty little blonde only makes it better.

He pushes Tommy’s head down a little further, feeding him another inch of his cock. Blowjobs are fucking amazing, and Tommy’s doing an awesome job of covering his teeth and sucking, so this isn’t going to take long.

“Such a good little cocksucker,” he murmurs, watching Tommy’s eyes flit back up to his face. He guides Tommy down just a little bit further, watching Tommy’s mouth stretch a little more.

Tommy’s hands come up to grip Adam’s thighs while his tongue drags up the underside of Adam’s cock. He pushes in a little more and meets the back of Tommy’s mouth.

For a split second he considers pushing in farther – the way Tommy’s taking this leads him to believe that he could take more with little effort – but dismisses the idea and starts actually moving his hips, a long slow slide out of Tommy’s mouth and then a faster one back in.

Tommy has the perfect mouth for this. Adam’s thinking idly about keeping him on his knees all the time, and as unrealistic as the idea is, it makes him start coming, one hand on the back of Tommy’s head keeping him where he is and subsequently forcing him to swallow.
Aug. 25th, 2010 05:30 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! Fresh Meat 3/5
He thrusts a few more times, gently, riding out the aftershocks, before pulling back. “That’s my boy,” he says, reaching down to wipe off the corner of Tommy’s mouth. Tommy shoots him an unreadable look and lets Adam haul him to his feet.

The fact that Tommy’s hard doesn’t slip Adam’s attention.

By the time they’re back in the cell that night, it’s pretty obvious that Tommy’s been doing his best to avoid him.

It only makes Adam want to chase him more, so he’s decided what he’s going to do about it. Not that it was a hard decision.

He spreads out on the lower bunk before Tommy can even move to get into bed, and then raises his eyebrows when Tommy glares at him.

“There’s a new toll,” he says easily, spreading his legs so his dick’s pretty much on display in his pants. He’s not hard, not yet, but he thinks he could get there, no problem, with the way Tommy’s looking at him.

“And what’s that?” Tommy asks, struggling to look bored with the situation. Adam can see it in his face, and not for the first time, he’s thankful that he’s good at reading people.

“Ten bucks a night,” he says. One of Tommy’s eyebrows rises.

“And where exactly am I supposed to get ten bucks a night?” he asks.

Adam rubs his fingers over his upper thigh, close enough to his dick that Tommy’s attention is drawn to it. “Well, you’ve got three choices. Ten bucks a night or sleeping on the floor again.”

Tommy sighs. “And the third choice?”

“Well, I’d be willing to let you sleep with me, but you’d have to be naked. I hate sleeping with clothes on.”

“You seemed perfectly fine sleeping with clothes on for the past two weeks,” Tommy points out. Adam doesn’t say anything – just throws a pillow onto the floor and waits.

Tommy makes a face and strips his shirt over his head. “Slower,” Adam says. Tommy looks at him incredulously, so Adam shrugs and gestures to the pillow on the floor.

Tommy looks down and mutters something under his breath, but he slides his hands to the drawstring of the prison uniform and unties it slowly, pulling the pants out a little before wiggling them down over his hips.

They slide down easily, revealing his half hard cock, and Adam takes a minute to examine Tommy’s body. He’s little and pale all over, and he has pretty little nipples that are hard from being exposed to the cool air.

Adam wants to suck on them until they’re puffy and Tommy’s begging him to stop.

He shakes the thought away and continues looking down Tommy’s body, taking in his flat stomach and brown pubes, trimmed neatly, then his thighs, which look like they’re the perfect size for Adam to fit his hands around.

He may be the prettiest boy Adam’s ever laid eyes on. “Yeah, okay, you can come to bed now,” he says, moving enough so Tommy can get underneath the blanket. He rubs at his dick absently while Tommy moves around, thinking about how sweet this fuck is going to be.

Once Tommy’s settled he lies down beside him, making sure that he’s facing him. He watches Tommy fidget for a couple minutes, and then strips out of his own clothes.

Tommy avoids looking at him while he stretches and gets back into the bed, which Adam kind of finds adorable.

“New toll,” he says suddenly.

Tommy drags the blanket up over his shoulders. “Let me guess, it’s you putting your dick in me again,” he says dryly.

Adam drags him out by an arm and leg, until he’s lying flat on his stomach. “You got it, baby. Only this time, I’m gonna put my dick into your ass,” he says, pulling the blanket down and exposing Tommy’s bare ass.

“And I suppose that I’m going to have to take it dry?” Tommy asks. He sounds oddly okay with this, so Adam frowns at his naked back for a minute before shrugging it off. He can worry about it later.

“No, honey, I don’t want you limping around tomorrow,” he says, and it’s almost true. Except for the tiniest part of him that does want to see Tommy limping around tomorrow, but he can ignore that part.

For now.

“So what, you have lube lying around here some – ” his voice dies off when Adam grabs his ass, pulls his cheeks apart, and licks a stripe right over his hole.
Aug. 25th, 2010 05:32 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! Fresh Meat 4/5
“Not quite lube,” Adam says, wiggling his tongue into that tiny little hole as far as he can get it before drawing it out and then stabbing it back in quickly.

“Jesus,” Tommy moans, a little stifled. Adam keeps doing it until his tongue is getting sore, and then he pulls it out and licks over the rim a few times before getting his fingers wet and sliding one inside.

Tommy makes a sound like he’s dying, which Adam can only take as encouragement, so he slides another one in, scissoring them to open him up. He fucks his tongue down into the gap he’s created, tasting Tommy’s sweat.

He’s being so good, too, just opening up for Adam’s fingers and tongue so easily, and Adam really can’t wait anymore. He spreads spit on his cock, trying to do it as quickly as possible, and then pushes himself inside.

It’s tight. Like, really, really fucking tight, so tight it’s almost hurting Adam, so he can’t even imagine how Tommy must feel.

He pushes all the way in and then stops, trying to give Tommy time to adjust. “You good?” he asks, trying not to over react at the way Tommy’s trembling beneath him. It’s probably just nerves.

He hopes, anyway. “How fucking big is your cock?” Tommy asks after a minute. “Fucking feels like you put a goddamn baseball bat in me.”

“You say the sweetest things,” Adam says, and figures that means Tommy’s good. He pulls out and slides back in slowly, enjoying the feeling of that tight heat clinging to his cock.

This is the best part of jail, hands down. Finding a guy who’s willing to play sub to you means one thing – fucking bare.

And fucking bare is one of the best things in the world. Top that with a gorgeous little blonde who might as well be a virgin he’s so tight and Adam’s on top of the world.

He settles into a rhythm easily. It’s not a particularly fast one – he’s got all night, after all – but it’s rough, and his hips are smacking into Tommy’s ass hard enough he thinks there might actually be bruises forming.

Tommy’s body is fucking nice, too. He’s got these tiny little hips that are awesome to grab onto, and he’s little enough that Adam can move him around without any real effort.

He doesn’t know if Tommy’s actually into it until he starts talking, though. “Please,” he says, and at first Adam doesn’t know if it’s a good please or a bad please.

Then he keeps talking. “Please, please, I need you,” he moans. Adam stops completely. He’s trying to figure out if that’s real or not – and he’s thinking not – when Tommy pushes back hard.

It doesn’t really matter if it’s real or not, it’s good to hear. “I know, baby,” he murmurs, settling back and pulling Tommy with him by the hips. It gives him more room to work with, which consequently gives him a better angle to thrust at, which really makes a difference.

Tommy’s noises turn less porn worthy and more real. “I knew it,” Adam says, gripping Tommy’s hips and thrusting faster. Fresh meat was faking, but he’s not anymore, Adam’s sure of it.

And when he reaches around, Tommy’s cock is hard and wet at the tip. “Oh,” Tommy breathes, and yeah, that sound is definitely real.

“Such a pretty little slut,” Adam says, and Tommy levels a glare at him over his shoulder.

“Fuck you,” he snarls.

Adam laughs and fucks him a little harder, really giving it his all. “No, baby, I fuck you,” he corrects. “And you love it, don’t you?” He twists his hand up Tommy’s cock and doesn’t wait for an answer. “Yeah, you do.”

He squeezes Tommy’s cock at the base and rubs his fingers over his balls before returning to jerking him off, and it turns out that he must really like having his balls played with, because he starts coming, gasping into the sheets.

“Yeah, baby,” Adam says, laughing a little. Tommy just looks so pretty when he comes, and that’s only his back. Imagine what his front must look like.

He doesn’t take too much longer to follow Tommy over the edge, won over by Tommy’s ass clenching around him, and spills into that tight heat. He shoves Tommy down into the mattress completely with the force of his thrusts, and he lies on top of him for a good long time before Tommy wiggles his way out.
Aug. 25th, 2010 05:33 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! Fresh Meat 5/5
Tommy makes his way over to the toilet and cleans himself off as best he can while Adam watches him, one arm tucked underneath his head.

When he comes back, Adam’s expecting him to try to get into the top bunk, or at least stay as far away from Adam as possible, but he curls right into him, slinging a leg over his and an arm over his stomach.

And then Adam gets it. “I just got played, didn’t I?” he asks, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Tommy shrugs nonchalantly. “What can I say, I saw you watching me.”

“You mean you saw me watching you when you intentionally did things to draw my attention,” Adam corrects. Tommy shrugs again.

“I had a feeling you’d be able to protect me,” he says.

Adam laughs, tucking his arm around his boy. “You were doing a good job of protecting yourself, baby,” he says. “I sincerely doubt you needed me to help you.”

“Maybe I just wanted someone to watch my back while I showered,” Tommy says, looking up at Adam from underneath his eyelashes.

“Maybe you just wanted someone to hold you down and give you their dick,” Adam says.

Tommy pulls his lower lip into his mouth and bites down on it softly, leaving it pink and glistening when he releases it. “Not just anyone,” he says.

“You’re a very devious individual, Tommy Joe,” Adam says, tugging Tommy to him properly, so that he can kiss him for the first time.

And just like how everything else has gone, Tommy opens up for it sweetly and easily, and Adam has no doubt he’ll be wrapped around Tommy’s finger in no time at all.

He’s already halfway there.
Aug. 25th, 2010 05:47 am (UTC)
I'm glad all these mpreg people are coming out, because from what I've seen this fandom is pretty anti-mpreg, and I'm like, "But, but! It's a fandom classic!"

By that, I mean to say, seconded!
Aug. 25th, 2010 06:20 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! Fresh Meat 5/5
That was...wow. I need to go over...there for awhile. Yeah...
Aug. 25th, 2010 06:55 am (UTC)
This would adorable. ^.^
Aug. 25th, 2010 08:02 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Blurred Lines and Broken Rules (4/4)
awwww i really like this :)
Aug. 25th, 2010 08:17 am (UTC)
Re: Adam/Kris/Tommy, seduction
OMG I fucking love you.
Aug. 25th, 2010 08:38 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! Fresh Meat 5/5
WOW! Awesome!!!!
Aug. 25th, 2010 09:10 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Blurred Lines and Broken Rules (4/4)
Awwwww, it's so cute! )))
I didn't even know I've had this kink until now )))))
Aug. 25th, 2010 09:43 am (UTC)
Re: FILLED! Belly Up 3/3
I totally agree with that. With all of that.

Love ya lots
Aug. 25th, 2010 01:36 pm (UTC)
Re: Adam/Tommy, and Tommy's new boots
I have my moments...
Aug. 25th, 2010 05:21 pm (UTC)
Filled: The Art of Launching Rockets (1/4)
"Green doesn't look good on you, honey."

Tommy jumped. It took Tommy longer than he would've liked to admit to get it, and when he did, he turned the death-glare he'd been giving Adam—and that ugly little shit he'd been making out with all night—on Cheeks. "What do you want?"

Cheeks gave him an innocent look, which he didn't believe for a second. "What? I can't come over just to make conversation?" Tommy crossed his arms over his chest, careful not to spill his beer, and he stared. Finally, Cheeks huffed and rolled his eyes. "Fine. I saw the way you kept looking like you were gonna bash their heads in any second with that bottle of yours, and I got concerned, okay?"

Tommy still didn't believe him, but whatever. He tried to take a drink, but the bottle was empty. Fuck. "I'm not jealous," he said, and it sounded just as untrue in his head as it did out loud.

"Of course not. You're just acting." Cheeks looked at him closely, so closely Tommy almost felt invaded. "Nobody is that good at acting. Except maybe a few Academy Award winners, but you—"

"What do you want?" Tommy repeated, through gritted teeth.

"Let's see." Cheeks tapped a finger on his chin. "A few billion dollars, a harem of pretty boys, freedom from idiots, world peace...but I'd settle for a damn good fuck right now, to be honest." He took a sip of the obnoxiously pink drink in his martini glass and he fluttered his lashes at Tommy. Tommy snorted, and Cheeks lowered his glass, suddenly looking serious. "I don't like it anymore than you do," he said, softly. Tommy didn't have to ask what. He could see the hurt in Brad's brown eyes—and he wasn't Cheeks anymore, he was Brad. Tommy bit his lip. "But it probably won't last." Brad waved a hand, and just like that, his persona armor was on again. "The boy'll turn out to be bad in bed, or he'll sell a bunch of naked pictures to the tabloids or something like that."

Tommy smirked. "Green doesn't look good on you, either."

Cheeks smirked. "Everything looks fabulous on me."

Tommy couldn't quite deny that. Brad Bell was rather stunning. Big, dark eyes, nice lips, good body, and shit, Tommy wasn't used to thinking of guys that way. Fucking Adam Lambert. The man was like a whirlwind or some shit, storming into everyone's lives like a glitter tornado and throwing everything they'd thought they'd known about themselves into a pile of rubble somewhere in Kansas. Somewhere along the lines, his mind had gone from tarting up rock and roll with Adam to wanting to be thrown against the nearest hard surface and ravished by Adam.

Or to do the ravishing himself. He wasn't picky about these things. But Adam didn't seem to notice him like that offstage, dammit.

"You poor thing," Cheeks said, and his sympathetic pout was almost believable. Tommy half expected him to follow it with a bright, "Now you know how I feel," but instead, Cheeks put down his glass and untangled Tommy's bottle from his clenched fist, and set it aside as well. The Cheeks façade was gone again, and it was Brad said, "I can't decide if you look like someone kicked your puppy or if you are the kicked puppy." Brad looked toward Adam and so did Tommy, and they both winced. Adam had his tongue down the ugly little pretty boy's throat again and looked like he was seconds away from coming in his pants. "Wanna make him crazy jealous?"

Tommy didn't even get the chance to say "God, yes," before Brad's mouth was on his, tasting of fruity liquor and heat and...God, Brad was a good kisser. Tommy melted against him, clutching Brad's slim shoulders as his eyes fluttered shut and he gave himself over to the kiss, as their tongues slid against each other and Brad tangled his fingers in Tommy's hair and Tommy's cock went hard against Brad's thigh.

Brad pulled back, breathless and beautifully wrecked. "Oh. Not just Adam, then."

Tommy shrugged. "Apparently not," he said, and leaned in for another kiss.

They made out for what felt like hours, until Tommy's legs turned to water and all the blood in his body had gone south. "I think it's time to take this somewhere more private, don't you?" Liquor and lust and jealousy had turned Tommy brave, and he added. "If you think you can handle it."
Aug. 25th, 2010 05:23 pm (UTC)
Filled: The Art of Launching Rockets (2/4)
"You bitch." Brad grinned, clearly amused, and Tommy gave him a wicked smirk. "I am really starting to like you."

"Then let's get the fuck out of here." Tommy didn't give him time to argue. He grabbed Brad by the wrist and tugged, and Brad went willingly behind him. They spared a glance toward Adam, who was staring at them, eyes wide and hurt. His loss. Tommy shrugged it off and kept going, until they were outside, and Brad pulled him into another kiss.

Tommy had no idea whose car it was, but he slammed Brad against it anyway, his mouth never pulling away from their bruising, scorching kiss. His hands gripped Brad's hips until his fingers ached as the two of them writhed against each other, and oh God. He threw his head back and let out a moan, and Brad leaned down and nipped at his neck, over his throbbing pulse.

Fuck, he could come like this, from nothing more than the two of them grinding their hips together as Brad soothed the sting of his bite with his tongue and slid his slender hands down Tommy's waist to his ass, pulling them closer still, but that wasn't the plan, wasn't what they'd agreed on the minute they'd started making out. Somehow, Tommy managed to pull himself away to ask, "Do you have—"

"Front pocket." Somehow Tommy managed to free a condom and a packet of lube from those painted-on jeans that he couldn't quite manage to yank down all the way. Brad grinned. "I come prepared. And I swear to God, if you make a Boy Scouts joke—"

"Do I look like someone who would?" And fuck, he wasn't doing any better at getting his own loose jeans off, and Brad was being completely fucking useless, leaning back against the car, smirking, hand sliding down his chest toward his cock as he looked up at Tommy with hooded eyes. "You could help, you know."

"Mm, I could, couldn't I?" Brad stroked his cock with a slow pace and a lazy smile, and fuck, finally, Tommy's jeans hit the ground, and he really should have skipped the underwear tonight. "Never let it be said that Cheeks isn't a gentleman." And then his palm was on Tommy's cock, stroking him through his underwear, and oh fuck, that was not what he had in mind, but there was no way he was gonna complain, except—

"If you don't stop now, you're never gonna get that damn good fuck you were talking about." Tommy couldn't hold back a whimper as the hand pulled away, and Brad smirked at him again. When Tommy could remember how to breathe and think, he kicked off his shoes and his jeans, and he flung his annoying boxers off to the side, not caring where they landed.

"Ooh, enthusiastic, are we?"

"Shut up." It suddenly struck him that he had no idea what he was doing. In theory, he knew, but in practice...so he decided to try to cover up his uncertainty by asking, "So, are we gonna do this here, or—"

"No, on a bed with satin sheets, covered in rose petals." Brad rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you've never done this before. I thought your straight was bendy?"

"Does it look like this is for a woman?" Tommy gestured emphatically toward his crotch.

Brad stared at him closely for a moment, then shouted, "Oh my God, you are a gay sex virgin!" Tommy clapped a hand over the amused son-of-a-bitch's mouth. Brad licked his palm, and Tommy jerked his hand away and wiped it on Brad's shirt. "I thought for sure Adam had—"

"Shut. The fuck. Up. I've done stuff with guys before; I've just—"

"Never fucked anyone before?" From the way Brad said it, it sounded like he was implying that Tommy was a complete virgin. Tommy glared.

"Never fucked a guy before. I've fucked plenty of girls!"
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