Title: No Escaping...
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 4 x 100
Content/Warning(s): Implied prior sexual abuse
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #006: you'd be calling out my name. Many thanks to vlredreign for the preread and the reassurance.


Tommy's walking through the house when the Google alert hits his phone. It's been so long that he'd forgotten he'd set the damned thing. But nowhere near long enough to stop his hands from shaking, his gut from churning, or his heart from pounding somewhere up in his throat as he taps the link.

The motherfucker's dead. Murdered by his latest victim. Stabbed through the chest, eyes, and oh hell yeah, his goddamned dick.

"If I'd done it myself," he mutters, as his knees buckle and he crashes down to the hardwood floor, "you'd have been calling out my name."

o0o

When Adam finds Tommy, he's still on his knees in the hallway. Harsh breaths scrape in and out of Tommy's throat. He's got his arms wrapped around his stomach, and he's rocking ever so slightly in place. His phone lies dark and abandoned on the floor in front of him.

Adam waits for five beats, then another ten, before he feels calm enough to sit beside Tommy. Keeping his voice quiet, gentle, he says, "Hey."

"Died too fucking easy," Tommy says. "Should've done him myself."

A thousand questions wash through Adam's mind, but he hasn't a clue what to say.

o0o

They stay like that, not touching, until Tommy can't stand it any longer. He scoops up his phone and tosses it at Adam. "Check it out."

Not wanting to see, unable to look away, he watches through a protective curtain of hair as Adam flicks on the phone and reads.

Each microscopic change in Adam's expression, each tightened muscle make Tommy flinch. He can see Adam putting one and nothing together and coming up with an answer that Tommy never wanted anyone else to have.

"He—" Adam drops the phone "—you."

Tommy clutches himself tighter, bracing for rejection, and nods.

o0o

Anger and bile rise in the back of Adam's throat. "Fuck," he chokes out and then clears his throat. "I wanna kill the motherfucker for you."

Tommy's head jerks up. He stares at Adam, wide-eyed and shocked. His mouth works, but no words come out.

That's when Adam realizes what Tommy was expecting. "Oh," he says, reaching out and then pulling his hand back. "I need—" He stops, not wanting to force anything more on Tommy.

A painful sound tears out of Tommy, and he falls towards Adam.

Adam catches him and holds him as tightly as he's being held.