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thrace_adams
Sep. 12th, 2010 12:42 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Through Caverns Measureless to Man (6)
This was hot and sensual and dreamy and just perfect and all the bodies together, and just. UNF
thrace_adams
Sep. 12th, 2010 12:51 pm (UTC)
Re: Filled: Asunder Part 4
OH DAMN BB you have to keep going!!!! I need more of this...and will you PLEASE PLEASE let me know when there is more?????
thrace_adams
Sep. 12th, 2010 01:09 pm (UTC)
Re: FILLED: unwinding, brad/adam/tommy, nc-17, (9/9)
Oh damn, I'm so glad this was finished. They may be my OT3 :) So much pretty. And this was so hot!!! Well done.
nemesis1108
Sep. 12th, 2010 02:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Sequel: Tag, You're It 4/4
This was great! Loved Neil acting like a badass :D
medea_aries
Sep. 12th, 2010 05:02 pm (UTC)
Re: Sequel: Tag, You're It 4/4
LMAO 4EVAH!

Loved it! The mental images killed me ded. Some of my favorite parts are
So he screams. It’s not the most masculine sound he’s ever made, but seriously Because he totally just squeaked, didn't he?

Adam’s in the crowd chasing after them, along with all of the security guards and quite a few of the fans, but it’s actually Neil in the lead.
Probably he just doesn’t want to be screamed at later, but seriously, who knew the guy could run so fast? Jesus.
it's the stupidest, most delightful mental image ever. It's like a marathon, except really not. And go Rambo!Neil!

there are just people staring at them going by in the street, wide-eyed.
Tommy resists the urge to wave
Oh, Tommy, you utter, survival-instinct-lacking sweetheart.

he sees the van waiting, side door open, at the end of the street.
And shit gets real serious real fast.
It does indeed. I stopped giggling, because I really didn't see that one coming.

And then there was fighting!Tommy. Yey! Go Tommy, you are tough! Mostly. And Rambo!Neil is coming, so never fear.

And it wraps up with fretting Adam and porn, which is perfect and hot, and might make this one the craziest ride-in-4-comments I've ever read. It's fantastic work, so than you so so much for going along with this one. I loved it! <--*is redundant*
sulwen
Sep. 12th, 2010 06:43 pm (UTC)
Fill: Slipping Under
Here you go, lovely anon!

Slipping Under

Edited at 2010-09-12 06:44 pm (UTC)
(Anonymous)
Sep. 12th, 2010 07:03 pm (UTC)
14 year old Tommy somehow ends up on the Glam Nation tour, and takes a shine to Adam. Adam resists because, hi, illegal and weird, but fourteen year old Tommy ends up getting what he wants. Now!Tommy can be involved, too.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 12th, 2010 07:43 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Slipping Under
ALSKJGFHSJL

That's insanely hot! I can't even.

*goes to reread*
(Anonymous)
Sep. 12th, 2010 08:06 pm (UTC)
OP from the prompt above yours speaking so... obviously. DW. I have a thing for bloody stuff.
fobsessed54
Sep. 12th, 2010 10:14 pm (UTC)
Re: Fill: Slipping Under
I FUCKING LOVE YOU MORE THAN LIFE!!!!

ok i guess i should go read it now
(Anonymous)
Sep. 13th, 2010 12:59 am (UTC)
Filled: Give and Take 1/7
“Do you even know where you’re going?” Adam demands, shoving a branch away from his face irritably. Ahead of him, Tommy mutters something under his breath and lets another branch swing wildly.

Adam’s scowl deepens as he shoves it away. “What?”

“I said, if I knew where I was going then I would’ve fucking told you,” Tommy snaps, shoving his way through some more bushes. Adam stops and stares at his back.

“So I’ve just been following you around for hours and you have no idea where you’re going?” Adam asks. He’s trying to keep calm, he really is, but it’s hard. This entire situation is so fucked, and all the fear and anger and resentment that he’s felt towards Tommy the past couple of months is threatening to spill out.

“No one asked you to,” Tommy points out, finally stopping a few steps in front of Adam. He doesn’t turn around, though, surveying the land in front of him like a fucking king or something.

Adam inhales deeply, trying not to let his frustration bleed out. Keeping calm is the only way they’re gonna get out of this. “Why didn’t we just stay in the cabin?” he asks.

Tommy looks at him over his shoulder, an incredulous expression on his face. “You wanted to stay in a cabin with two dead guys bleeding all over the place? We don’t even know where we are, there might be a road somewhere close by.”

“At least we would’ve had food and water if we did,” Adam says. Tommy rolls his eyes and starts walking again.

“No one’s asking you to stick around,” Tommy says, and then proceeds to ignore him.


Adam’s never been fond of being ignored – it used to be Neil’s surefire way of getting what he wanted from him when they were kids – and being ignored by the only person around for hours on end makes him more and more frustrated.

He’s been glaring holes into Tommy’s back for at least half an hour by the time Tommy finally stops in a clearing and looks around.

“What are you doing?” Adam asks when Tommy starts kicking dirt around.

“Going to sleep,” Tommy answers shortly, tugging his hood up over his head before plopping onto the ground and curling up on his side. Adam looks around, taking in the trees and plants and leaves all over the place and makes a face. Here, really?

He doesn’t voice the thought out loud, but he’s thinking it loud enough that Tommy glares at him over his shoulder for a second, until he sits his ass on the ground. It’s not like there’s going to be a better place.

He lies back and folds his arms underneath his head, staring up at the sky. He’s tired, but not enough to fall asleep right away.

Tommy clearly isn’t experiencing the same difficulties. His breathing evens out within five minutes, and he stops squirming.

Adam watches his back move for a few minutes before he starts feeling like a creep and rolls over, closing his own eyes resolutely. He needs to get some sleep in order to deal with this shit.


When he wakes up, it’s still dark. For a minute, he’s not entirely sure what woke him up.

Then he looks over and sees Tommy curled in on himself, hugging his knees tightly, staring at him.

He’s tempted to ignore it and go back to sleep, but there’s still that part of him that’s wired to respond to that look – the wide eyed vulnerable one that Tommy used to give him whenever he wanted something from Adam that he thought he couldn’t ask for.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, trying to keep his voice as gruff as possible.

It doesn’t exactly work, but he’s tired and cold and scared so he doesn’t even really care.

“Nothing,” Tommy mumbles, curling in tighter. That’s when Adam notices Tommy’s shivering.

It is pretty cold, and it’s not like Tommy exactly generates a lot of body heat on his own, so he rolls over until he hits Tommy’s side and then slings his arm over his waist.

“What are you doing?” Tommy asks.

Adam resists the urge to bite him on the jaw – it always shuts him up fast, but he can’t do things like that anymore. “Keeping you from freezing,” Adam says, and then physically moves him until he can spoon up behind him.

Tommy must seriously be cold, because he doesn’t even protest once.

And this time it’s much easier to fall asleep.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 13th, 2010 01:01 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Give and Take 2/7
He wakes up slowly this time, still pressed up against Tommy’s back. He’s hard, in more than just the morning wood way – his body thinks that Tommy in close proximity must mean things are good.

He would be surprised, but chemistry’s never been their problem.

“Get your dick out of my ass, you fucking caveman,” Tommy says abruptly, elbowing him until he moves back a bit.

Adam exhales angrily. “My dick wasn’t in your fucking ass,” he says. He visualizes wrapping his hands around Tommy’s neck and squeezing very briefly before letting the thought go reluctantly, pretty as it is.

Tommy scrambles to his feet and adjusts his clothes. “Whatever,” he says, jams his hands in his pockets, and starts walking.

Adam seriously considers not following for a couple of minutes.


They walk for a long time. Adam’s beginning to get seriously worried – he has no idea where they are, and they haven’t eaten in a long time.

When they finally come across a stream, he could kiss the ground, he’s so relieved. Water is always a good sign, right?

They drink for a couple minutes, and then Adam looks around. “I think we should head downstream,” he says.

“That’s stupid,” Tommy says, poking at the ground with the toe of his shoe. “What if it rains and we get caught in a flashflood? We’ll drown.”

“I don’t think flashfloods happen very often in this part of the country,” Adam says.

Tommy fixes a belligerent look on him. “How would you know? Do you know where we are? No, you have no idea, which means that we could be in flashflood territory for all you know and going upstream is a better idea.”

Adam sighs and rubs a hand across his jaw. He’s never had much in the way of facial hair, but it’s been days and what he does have is prickly and making him itch.

“More people live downstream than they do upstream,” he says.

“Yeah, unless they live in flashflood areas,” Tommy insists. Adam grits his teeth and resists the urge to shake him until his brain rattles around in his head.

Then again, if he knocked Tommy out he could just drag him along and not have to worry about his complaining.

“I’m going upstream,” Tommy declares, and then actually turns around and starts walking. He doesn’t wait for Adam, and he doesn’t even turn around to see if Adam’s following – just keeps trudging along.

Adam grits his teeth harder and follows.


Tommy stops a couple of times during the day and picks berries off of leaves and proceeds to eat them, ignoring Adam’s warnings. For all they know these things could be poisonous and kill them, but Tommy doesn’t seem to care.

Adam’s pissed about that, and they keep arguing as they walk – about everything from the path that Tommy picks to whether even walking is a good idea.

They’re in the middle of fighting over whether Tommy should be in the lead or not when Tommy stumbles over something and goes down.

“I told you so,” Adam says. He stops where he is and waits for Tommy to get up, but after a few seconds it becomes clear that isn’t happening.

Fuck,” Tommy spits into the ground. Adam’s on his knees at his side in a second, turning him over gently.

“What happened? Are you okay?” he asks. Tommy looks fine, no sign of blood or anything besides dirt, really.

“My ankle,” Tommy says, biting his lower lip. “Shit, I think I broke it.”

Adam winces. A broken ankle is very bad, especially given their current situation. “Can you sit up?” he asks, already moving him into a sitting position. He lets Tommy lean against him while he runs his fingers over Tommy’s ankle gently, trying to ignore his sounds of pain.

“I don’t think I can walk,” Tommy says after a minute, voice small. He leans into Adam’s side.

“We’re so screwed,” Adam says to the top of his head. They sit there for a few minutes before Tommy opens his mouth again.

“We should probably get away from the stream for the night,” Tommy says. Adam nods and stands up, and then hauls Tommy to his feet, careful of his ankle.

Together, they make their way to a suitable place for sleeping, their progress hindered by Tommy’s limp. By the time Tommy settles on a place, he’s pale and shivering, and he looks like he’s gonna throw up.

(Anonymous)
Sep. 13th, 2010 01:03 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Give and Take 3/7
Adam settles him on the ground and then pulls him close, trying to keep him warm and as comfortable as possible.

It’s going to be a long night.


Things don’t look any better in the morning. Tommy’s miserable – he’s stopped bitching at Adam altogether, and every time Adam disappears from his sight he sits there, curled in on himself, shivering, until Adam comes back, and then he clings for a while.

Adam hurts for him. Tommy’s tough, he always has been, but this is pushing him. Fuck, Adam’s terrified, he can’t even imagine how Tommy must feel, a broken ankle on top of everything else.

So he’s shocked when Tommy says that he needs to leave him and find some shelter.

“What? No, that doesn’t even fucking make sense!” Adam explodes. “How the fuck am I supposed to even find you again, huh?”

“Well, it’s either that or you’re gonna have to carry me,” Tommy says. Adam barely even lets him finish before he’s scooping him up, arranging him carefully over his shoulder.

“Which way am I going?”


It’s slow going. Tommy’s not heavy, but carrying him is awkward, regardless of how Adam tries it. It’s actually easiest to keep him over his shoulder, but it makes it hard for Tommy to breathe, so they have to alternate every so often.

He worries the entire time he’s walking. Tommy’s ankle needs to be wrapped or something – it’s never going to heal properly if it stays the way it is. They need to get some real food into their systems soon, otherwise they’re going to be too weak to keep walking. They need to find some form of real shelter, preferably with some form of heat, so they don’t catch hypothermia. Finding civilization would also be a really good thing.

He tries to push his worries to the back of his mind and concentrates on walking.


Of course, things have to get worse before they can get better. Tommy starts sweating at some point in the early afternoon, and by the time the sun goes down he’s completely out of it.

Adam stopped a couple hours ago and laid him down, but now he doesn’t really know what to do. He checked Tommy’s ankle, but there’s nothing visibly wrong with it that wasn’t there yesterday, and he’s been giving Tommy water – he made a leaf cup. Never let it be said that he’s not resourceful.

But other than that and trying to keep Tommy’s body at a good temperature, he’s been sitting around holding Tommy’s hand and worrying.

A few hours later, he’s pretty much accepted that he has no other choice and is currently trying to explain to a delirious Tommy why he has to leave him.

Eventually he has to give up and wait until morning.


Tommy’s a little better in the morning – he understands what Adam’s trying to tell him, but he looks as bad as ever. He’s paler than normal, lips cracked, fingertips cold, and his voice is scratchy when he tries to talk.

Adam can’t let him go on like this much longer. He really has no choice, so he picks a direction and starts walking. He’s paranoid about getting lost and not being able to find Tommy again, so he goes as straight as possible and examines his surroundings carefully.

There are a few trees that he commits to memory, hoping that it’s gonna be enough to bring him back to Tommy.

He gets lucky. He gets really, really lucky. About an hour after he’s started walking he stumbles across a cabin.

For a few minutes, he just stands there, staring at it. He actually thinks that he’s imagining it at first, but he works up the courage to go up to it, and as soon as he knocks, he knows it’s real.

No one comes to the door, as he tries the knob. It’s locked, of course, but it’s a cabin in the middle of nowhere, so Adam really isn’t giving up that easily. He tries breaking the door down, but it’s sturdier than it looks.

He settles for smashing a window in and hauling himself through. It’s not the most ideal solution, considering that it’ll let the cold in, but it’s either that or nothing.

Once he’s inside, he tries flipping a light switch, but nothing happens, of course. Whatever. So it’ll be dark.

He finds the kitchen and starts opening cupboards. There’s dishes, pots and pans, but no food.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 13th, 2010 01:06 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Give and Take 4/7
There is food in the pantry, though, canned stuff and stuff that won’t go bad, and he stands there looking at it for a few long minutes, feeling like he’s about to cry. It’s gonna be okay. As long as he can bring Tommy back here, they’ll be okay.

He checks the taps before he leaves, and although there’s no hot water, there is running water, so they’ll be able to hole up here for a while, until Tommy’s ankle heals.

He heads back the way he came, praying to a god he doesn’t really believe in that this will be over soon.


By the time he gets back to Tommy, the sun’s starting to set. Tommy’s sleeping, curled up into a tight little ball on the ground in the exact same position that Adam left him in.

Adam crouches down next to him and shakes his shoulder a little. Tommy’s eyes open slowly, and he blinks at Adam heavily. “I found a cabin,” Adam says, keeping his hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “There’s food and water, but the sun’s setting. You wanna try to go now or in the morning?”

Tommy blinks again, and for the first time Adam notices the dark smudges underneath his eyes. As far as Adam can tell, they’ve been here for a week, and those shadows are way darker than that. It’s like Tommy hasn’t been getting enough sleep for a month, which is ridiculous, because he’s been sleeping more than ever lately.

“In the morning, then,” Adam decides for him when he doesn’t answer. He settles down behind Tommy and lines up their bodies tightly, trying to give Tommy some of the body heat he so desperately needs.

Tommy shivers the entire night, and neither of them sleeps very well.


Adam has to carry Tommy towards the cabin, and Tommy doesn’t complain once, even when Adam stumbles and nearly drops him.

Tommy’s really quiet, actually, which only increases the fear in Adam’s chest. It’s just a broken ankle, Tommy really shouldn’t be this sick, right?

And when Tommy stops talking altogether, Adam knows there really is something wrong. Tommy’s not ever the loudest person in a room, but he’s never had a problem talking to Adam, not even after they broke up. Granted, it was usually just to throw insults at him, but Tommy talked. Even when he was actively ignoring Adam he made more noise than this.

Tommy not talking is probably the scariest thing Adam’s ever had to face.

When they finally get to the cabin, Adam carries Tommy in carefully and sets him down on the bare mattress in one of the bedrooms. It’s already getting cold in there, so he turns to try to find some linen, some blankets, even some wood to start a fire, anything to keep Tommy warm.

Tommy’s fingers tangle in his sweatshirt, though, and he doesn’t seem willing to let go. “I have to find blankets,” Adam says, turning around and covering Tommy’s hand with his own. Just like always, Adam’s hand dwarfs Tommy’s, but Tommy’s fingers are colder than Adam’s ever felt them.

Tommy doesn’t say anything, just stares up at Adam in the dimness of the room, face pale and tired. “I’ll be back in five minutes, baby, I promise,” Adam says, prying Tommy’s fingers off.

The sound that Tommy makes when Adam turns around is heart wrenching, but Adam forces himself to ignore it and walk out.

True to his word, he heads back into the bedroom in less than five minutes, blankets piled high in his arms.

Tommy watches him come in, eyes glittering in the dimness, and still doesn’t say anything. Adam swallows hard and sets about tearing a sheet into strips before sitting on the edge of the bed and dragging Tommy’s foot into his lap gently.

He peels Tommy’s sock off, trying to ignore the soft, pained sounds that Tommy’s making and starts winding a strip of sheet around his ankle, trying to make a brace solid enough for it to start healing.

He takes his time, winding strip after strip of cloth onto Tommy’s foot, and by the time he’s finished, Tommy’s edged closer and closer to him until he’s finally near enough to rest his head on Adam’s back.

Once he’s done, he lets go of Tommy’s foot but leaves it in his lap, and tilts his head down a little, staring blindly at Tommy’s toes peeking out of the makeshift bandages.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 13th, 2010 01:08 am (UTC)
Re: Filled: Give and Take 5/7
There are tears prickling behind his eyelids, but he ignores them, concentrating on keeping his breathing steady and even. He has to keep it together for Tommy’s sake.

Tommy, whose arms are creeping slowly around his waist, until his fingers lace together on Adam’s belly.

Adam covers Tommy’s hands with his own, and they sit like that, Tommy’s face pressed into Adam’s back, for a long time.


Adam forces water into Tommy for a while, and then, when he seems like he can handle it, canned soup. It’s actually warm, because Adam managed to start a fire, which he’s kind of impressed by, and a few minutes later, Tommy’s coherent enough to start talking again.

“This tastes like ass,” is the first thing he says, and in that instant, Adam couldn’t love him more.

But then, love was also never their problem.


Tommy bitches at him for the rest of the day, almost literally whenever Adam’s within earshot.

Needless to say, Adam spends as much time out of earshot as possible. He takes an inventory of the food in the pantry, of the linen in the closet, of the wood readily accessible. They can probably survive in this place for a solid two weeks if they have to, although Adam’s really hoping they don’t.

It isn’t until he heads down to the basement that he finds the flares, though.

“Jesus,” he whispers to himself. There’s ten flares just sitting there, waiting to be lit up so they can be saved.

He leaves them all where they are and goes back upstairs. At first he’s figuring that they’ll be most useful at night, when it’s easier to see them, but when he’s lying awake in the middle of the night with Tommy in his arms, he can admit, if only to himself, that that’s not the reason.

This has been the worst week of his life, but it’s the first time he’s held Tommy in his arms in nearly three months, and he just wants one more night before Tommy walks out of his life.

And he knows that he’ll never admit it out loud, even if he’s directly questioned about it.


One night turns into two, two turns into three, and three turns into a week before Adam can even blink.

They fight – of course they do, that’s what they’re best at, after all – and Adam takes care of Tommy, makes sure he eats when he’s hungry, makes sure the bandage on his ankle is wrapped properly, makes sure they both get as clean as possible in a sink, makes sure he gets enough sleep, and the bags under Tommy’s eyes start to go away.

For the first time in three months, Tommy’s face is open and happy, and he laughs at all of Adam’s jokes, despite having heard them a thousand times already, and Adam listens to him ramble about his favourite movies and why he got the tattoos he did, stories that Adam’s heard a million times, and it feels like it used to, when they could curl up in bed together and fight and fuck and talk and be happy.

And Adam doesn’t want to let him go. Not now, not ever.

Too bad he can’t figure out how to get past their problems.


And of course, they get rescued before he has the chance to figure it out. It’s edging into the early hours of the morning when the knock comes, and Adam thinks it’s a figment of his imagination at first.

So he doesn’t get up, just rolls over a little, tucking Tommy into him absently, and is about to fall back asleep when there’s a burst of sound at the bedroom door. He sits up and stares at the full fledged SWAT team, mouth dry, and pulls the blanket up over Tommy’s bare shoulders.

Beside him, Tommy goes, “fucking took you guys long enough,” all pissy, and Adam smiles at them weakly.

He has a feeling that there’s a lot of questioning in his future.


They get airlifted to the closest hospital, where Tommy’s ankle gets looked at and both of them get checked over.

After he’s pronounced fine, and Tommy’s cast has been set, there’s hours of talking to the police, both with Tommy and without him, and then he sits in the chair in Tommy’s room, staring at him while he sleeps.

He doesn’t know how long he sits there for, nurses going in and out, checking on both of them, before the door bursts open and Adam’s mother comes in, his dad and Neil trailing a step behind her.
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