Title:Tommy and the Very Cold, No Good Situation
Pairing/Characters: Adam, Tommy
Rating (Word Count): PG-13 (10 X100)
Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Beta by leela_cat . Thank you so much <3

Since Tommy’s alone, he can admit it : this is the stupidest, most ridiculous situation he  has ever found himself in. Ever.
 
What sounds like a good idea when you’re drunk out of your mind? Most likely isn’t. But he’s forgotten that. Which is why he’s sitting ass-deep in the snow, pants around his ankles, junk shriveling from the cold. Stuck there because his so-called-friends ran away on him after taking that fucking picture. There’s no way he can stand up by himself with that thing in his ass.
 
He starts to reach for his cell phone, then stop himself.
 
***
 
Before Tommy retrieves his phone, he tries one last time to get up. No one will see him like this if he can help it. He moves the hand protecting his dick, puts both hands on the ground and pushes.
 
He only succeeds in falling again, screaming like a child when it feels like the icy dick is pushed even deeper into his ass. No, forget it. His head might be clear, but he’s drunk enough he doesn’t have the coordination to get himself off this thing without help. Which means he has to call someone.
 
His life really sucks.
 
***
 
Tommy thumbs through his contacts, dismissing every single one of them. What he needs is someone who isn’t going to laugh at him, or who’ll at least keep quiet. So that once he deletes the pictures from that traitor’s phone, the story of tonight’s humiliation won’t be all over school.
 
At least the cold sobered him enough that he has control of his brain again. He’s aware that most of the friends he could call in this kind of situation are the ones who put him there in the first place.
 
The one major exception is sleeping at this hour.
 
***
 
“Tommy?” Adam’s sleepy voice confirms that Tommy just woke him up, but Tommy doesn’t allow himself to feel guilty. He needs someone to get him out of this mess before he dies of hypothermia. Or before his dick falls off. “What’s happening?”
 
“I’m in trouble. Can you come and get me?”
 
Tommy’s aware asking like that makes him a shitty friend who will make Adam worry over nothing, but he needs Adam to get out of bed and get Tommy out of this mess. Right. The fuck. Now.
 
“Tommy, what the hell…”
 
“I’m okay, I just need a lift. Please?”
 
***
 
After that Tommy waits. He’s cold all over, wet, and is doing his very best not to think of that thing in his ass.
 
He hears a car slowing down, the engine stopping, then someone moving through the snow. Tommy catches himself right before he calls out Adam’s name. No way is anybody else seeing him like that.
 
“Tommy?” It’s Adam’s voice, thank fuck. Tommy looks at him and is welcomed by the sight of Adam trying his hardest not to laugh. “Did they just tie you up and ran away?”
 
Tommy shows him the hand not protecting his junk.
 
***
 
“No. But they still left me alone here. Can’t move.”
 
Adam’s gaze passes over him. “Are you still drunk?”
 
Tommy sighs, pushes himself up on one elbow after pointing somewhere behind him. “Look.”
 
He doesn’t dare look as Adam drops to his knees in the snow. Adam doesn’t even try to hold in the laughter when he sees the big, icy dick coming out of Tommy’s ass.
 
“How the fuck…” Adam can’t finish his sentence and just double over laughing.
 
“Fucker,” Tommy mumbles. “I was drunk, took a stupid dare, didn’t think my fucking friends would leave me like that.”
 
***
 
“Are you going to help me or not? My dick’s about to fall off.”
 
 The only answer Tommy gets is Adam’s hands on his hips. Adam’s voice is still lit up with laughter as he says, “If you wanted something up your ass that bad, all you had to do was ask.”
 
Tommy sighs. Adam will never let him forget this. Never. “Are you done mocking me? Help me up, please?”
 
Adam grabs Tommy’s hips to help him stand again. They both nearly fall over, since Tommy’s still holding one hand over his junk to protect it from the cold.
 
***
 
“It would be easier if you’d just give me your hand. I’ve seen your dick before. I’m not going to molest you.”
 
Adam’s still laughing a bit, and while Tommy wants to hit him, he also doesn’t want Adam to leave him there. He moves his hand, and finally, Adam manages to pull him up and off. Tommy couldn’t pull his pants up faster if he was on fire.
 
When Adam finally stops laughing, it’s to say “You should know better by now.”
 
“Thanks, Mom,” Tommy replies.
 
“You could have just… moved, no?” Adam asks, looking over at the sculpture.
 
***
 
Tommy points to the sculpture. “No. It’s like ice.” He shivers, sure he’s never going to get warm again.
 
Adam grabs one of his hands. “Come on. Let’s get you home, and dry.”
 
Tommy lets Adam pulls him along toward his car. “My mother will freak out…”
 
“I know that. I’m taking you to my place. My parents won’t mind,” Adam says as they reach the car.
 
Tommy sinks into the car seat, turning the heat as high as he can. He curls in on himself, trying to find some warmth. He’s still shivering. He swears he’s never drinking again.
 
***
 
They stay silent for the whole ride. Shivers are still rippling all over Tommy’s skin, but some warmth is coming back to his limbs. At least.
 
Adam looks over at him.
 
Tommy doesn’t let Adam say a word. “I know. I owe you one big time.”
 
There’s nothing more to say. For Adam to get out of bed in the middle of the night when he has a school concert the next day is a big deal, they both know it.
 
Adam smiles at him, laughter dancing in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ll always be there to save your ass.”