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leela_cat ([personal profile] leela_cat) wrote in [community profile] glam_100 on November 16th, 2013 at 07:14 pm
Prompt #108: Make It Sweet
Title: And Go Down All Below
Author: Leela ([personal profile] leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: R
Word Count: 12x100
Content/Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Written for [community profile] glam_100, prompt #108: Make It Sweet. Many thanks to @aislinntlc for the preread.



"What happened to 'write what you know'?"

"I've gone down on a girl, and you know it." Adam stuck his tongue out at Danielle. He was being defensive, and he knew it, but damn it. His friends were such asses.

"Once." Lee wrinkled his nose. "And none of us will ever forget your reaction to it."

"He still won't use Listerine," Scarlett said. "Claims it gives him flashbacks."

The look on Tommy's face, the one that was way too much like a dog with an especially tasty bone, was enough for Adam to want to change the subject. Like yesterday.



"So," Adam said. "I thought we were going to figure out something special for Riff's birthday."

"Pfft. That subject's done and dusted. Baby Zodiac this time, remember?" Scarlett's smirk sent a spike of cold fear down Adam's spine. "Now we're moving on to more interesting subjects."

Adam pulled his feet up off the floor and tucked them underneath him. "No, we're not."

"You don't want to talk about music?"

"I..." Adam trailed off in the face of Tommy's pouting lower lip. He was pretty sure Tommy was kidding. But pretty sure didn't mean shit when faced with that soft, pink...



A poke in the leg made Adam jump. "Huh?"

"I'll make it sweet," Scarlett sang.

Alisan joined in to harmonize with her on, "And go down all below."

"Down below," Lee repeated, more talking than singing, as he stared into Scarlett's eyes and licked his lips, slowly and deliberately.

"Oh my god," Adam said, giggling. "I think Lee's trying to be sexy."

"And changing the subject," Tommy muttered resentfully.

He didn't push it though, just lay back, drank his whiskey, and watched thoughtfully as the conversation moved on to other subjects. Adam wasn't sure if that was reassuring or disturbing.



Disturbing, he decided as he closed his apartment door behind Scarlett and Lee only to turn around and see Tommy still curled up on the floor with a nearly empty glass of whiskey.

A glance around showed that they were alone in his apartment. Everyone else had left.

When Tommy didn't say anything, just kept looking at him with hooded eyes, Adam said, "It's late."

Tommy's gaze flicked to the clock. "I guess." He shrugged, a liquid rise and fall of his shoulder that drew Adam's attention to the curve of his neck. "If you think two a.m. is late."



"Depends." With a brief stop to refill his glass, Adam headed for his favorite chair and slumped back with a sigh. "On days with a six a.m. call, midnight is seriously fucking late."

"You're the one who wanted to be on TV, dude."

Adam couldn't deny it, but he sometimes wondered if he'd have made the same decision if he'd known what it meant. Musicians weren’t morning people at the best of times.

"Yeah but you're kicking ass and having, like, a butt-load of fun."

A memory of swinging on a rope made Adam smile. "Yeah, I am. It's awesome."



Instead of responding, Tommy stared down into his glass and then tossed what was left in it back. The few seconds that left his neck on display left Adam with a dry mouth and the beginnings of a hard-on. He'd call Tommy out for being a fucking dick-tease, but Adam knew that wasn't it.

The clumsy, goofy grace that marked Tommy's movements, the power in his hands and the lost look when he played, they were total aphrodisiacs for Adam.

And life was just fucked up enough that Tommy didn't have a clue about the effect he had on Adam.



At the soft touch on the inside of Adam's knee, he automatically parted his legs. Then he blinked and found himself looking into Tommy's eyes.

While Adam had been contemplating him, Tommy had crawled over to him and was now kneeling between his legs. There was something in Tommy's expression, an emotion Adam couldn't identify, that sent a throb of arousal through Adam.

"What?" Adam croaked, his mouth suddenly dry.

Tommy placed a hand on each of Adam's legs. Heat from the firm touch seemed to wind its way through Adam to his dick.

He couldn't though, not with Tommy.



"Fucking idiot," Tommy said, so fondly that it felt more like a compliment than an insult.

"Takes one to know one," Adam blurted out, unable to keep his mouth closed and trap the words inside.

Tommy's mouth curved into a bright smile that made the air catch in Adam's chest. Then, his lips twisting with dark amusement, Tommy said, "Maybe it's, like, time to change that, you know?"

"Change what?" The question sounded as breathless as Adam felt.

"Us." Tommy rose up on to his knees. "You and me." His hands skimmed to the top of Adam's thighs. "Being idiots."



Then, before Adam could scrape a response out of his lust-clouded brain, Tommy popped the button on Adam's jeans with his long fingers. The sound of the zip sliding down seemed loud enough to hurt Adam's ears. The brush of Tommy's knuckles against Adam's dick took him from half-hard to painfully hard in an instant.

Sliding down in the chair, even as his mind scolded his body for not objecting, Adam licked his lips. "You shouldn't," he managed to get out.

Then Tommy pushed Adam's underwear down and the tip of his thumb rested against the head of Adam's dick.



Tommy raised his head, looked directly into Adam's eyes, sending a flush of heat through him, and said, "I'll make it sweet."

He curled a hand around the base of Adam's dick, so gently that it was barely a touch.

Knowing he shouldn't, that he should ask questions, make sure Tommy was sure, that he knew what he was doing, Adam rolled his hips and thrust up into Tommy's hand.

Because he needed. Because he'd been waiting for so long.

Tommy breathed on the head. Adam made a sound that was all but a whine.

"And go down all below."



The tip of Tommy's tongue was slightly pointed, and Adam's entire body shivered when Tommy dipped it into Adam's slit.

Adam couldn't think, could only feel. So good. So good, echoed through his brain.

Then Tommy swirled his tongue around the head, and Adam's hips shuddered upward.

"Please," he begged.

Tommy's mouth slid over his dick, taking it in. Not deep at first, but... fuck.

So hot and wet and soft as silk.

Up and down.

Slow and sweet as trance music.

So fucking good.

Adam clawed at the arms of the chair and pressed his feet against the floor.



Held the fuck on, as Tommy sucked, licked, took him in. Swallowed him whole.

Swallowed!

"Tommy," Adam breathed. "Oh fuck, baby. Please. Be real."

The aching need in his heart, fed by a thousand dreams, spilled over, crashed through him, and he came with a cry that was half-prayer and half-sob.

And when Tommy tucked him away and crawled up into his lap, Adam kissed him.

Tasted himself. Tasted Tommy. Tasted them.

Tears glistened on Tommy's lashes. His mouth was puffy, more red than pink now.

"I could love you," Adam said.

"Me too," Tommy replied.

Adam kissed him again.


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