leela_cat: Adam with lighter from BTIKM vid (Adam-Fire)
leela_cat ([personal profile] leela_cat) wrote in [community profile] glam_100 on August 10th, 2013 at 09:07 pm
Prompt #094: Fire
Title: Fire Signs
Author: Leela ([personal profile] leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 8x100
Content/Warning(s): Playing with Fire
Author's notes: Written for [community profile] glam_100, prompt #094: fire. Many thanks to @MyPrivateAffair and @aislinntlc for the preread.


Fire dances over Tommy's skin, creating shadows in the night. Flames curl up his arms and over his shoulders, meeting at the back of his neck, flaring down his spine, and fading out at the base.

He shifts his stance, digging his toes into the ground beneath his feet. Spreading his arms wide, he arches back and flicks his fingers.

Two more flames follow the same path. Despite his nakedness, they warm him inside and out in a way that no amount of clothing ever has.

Closing his eyes, groaning with the sheer pleasure of it, he does it again.



"Oh my god."

The words are soft, more breathed than spoken, but they're a splash of frigid reality that extinguishes Tommy's fire and brings him back to the night, to the chilly air. He shivers as he opens his eyes.

"Fuck," Tommy blurts out, then bites his lip.

Adam's standing a few feet away, by the fence that Tommy had thought would protect him from spying eyes.

Another shiver wracks Tommy's body, and he wraps his arms around his chest. It's fucking useless at warming him up or protecting him, but his clothes are hanging on a branch near Adam.



A cloud moves over the moon, and the scant light in the tree-covered corner of the backyard vanishes. At this time of night, with no close neighbors and no lights on in the house, it leaves them in almost complete darkness.

Before Tommy can think about it being a bad idea, he snaps his fingers and lights a flame in his right hand.

Adam moves forward to stand in front of him. He seems mesmerized by the fire, lifting his hand and running his fingers through the tip of the flame.

It feels like he's brushing them over Tommy's skin.



Adam's touch is too gentle, tickling Tommy's palm in a way that's almost painfully arousing. Unable to handle it for long, needing to hide his reaction, he snaps his hand closed, shutting off the flame and trapping Adam's fingertips.

The breeze sends goosebumps prickling across Tommy's skin as he's caught by Adam's eyes.

This shouldn't have fucking happened. Nobody's ever supposed to know about his fire. He's so damn careful, keeping it doused in public, only letting it out in the dark of night, behind locked doors, when nobody else is around.

He can't believe he's blown it this badly.



He's never shared it with a boyfriend or a girlfriend. If they get too close, he backs away, breaks things off, or fucks around until they tell him to fuck off. That way nobody gets burned again.

But Adam doesn't seem to understand. He moves closer, until he's bare inches away, and whispers, "So fucking hot, Tommy. Like I was touching you."

Releasing Adam's fingers, Tommy doesn't say you were, because that's not safe. Instead, he ducks around Adam and heads for his clothes.

Or, at least, he tries to.

Adam catches him around the waist and pulls him back.



The sensation of Adam's lightly furred chest and stomach are almost more than Tommy can bear against the fire-sensitized skin of his back. He wants to run away and to curl in tighter; he settles for straightening up and trying to keep his skin away from Adam's.

"Is this why you turned me down?" Adam asks, and then he pulls Tommy close again.

Arousal and need wash through Tommy and start the fire dancing under his skin. "Don't," he grits out. "Please just fucking don't."

But Adam just slides his arms around Tommy's waist and holds him tighter. "Why not?"



Fear drags the truth out of Tommy. "Because I'll burn you."

He releases his fire, making it just hot enough to shock Adam into letting him go. He moves quickly, getting himself out of reach, and grabs for his clothes.

"You wouldn't."

"I totally fucking would," Tommy says, before Adam can continue.

Adam licks his lips, wetting them. They shine in the scant light from Tommy's flames, as brightly as the hunger in Adam's eyes.

"What if I don't mind?"

An image of flames washing over Adam's skin almost blinds Tommy, makes him hesitate long enough that Adam catches him.



At least Adam has the sense to grab Tommy by the wrist, where there's no fire.

After a few seconds that stretch out into eternity, Adam repeats, "What if I don't mind?"

"You should." Tommy's voice is hoarse with a hope that's so fucking painful he can hardly stand it.

"I like fire," Adam murmurs. "It's hot. Beautiful. Mesmerizing."

Before Tommy can respond, Adam releases Tommy's wrist to cup his jaw, and he runs his other hand through Tommy's flame.

Tommy's hard, swamped by a rush of desire he didn't know was possible. He almost comes just from Adam's kiss.


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