Title: If You Send It, They Will Read
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 3 x 100
Content/Warning(s): LOL No.
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #012: picture prompt. Thanks to batdina for the beta.


"In your dreams, Lambert." Tommy snickers at the 'snow sculpture' on his screen. He responds to Adam's DM:

Too thin. And yours doesn't curve that much. Try again.

A few minutes later, Adam DMs him back with another picture.

You're good for my ego, bb. You like this one any better?

This time Tommy outright giggles as he shakes his head. He clicks through to the gallery and starts checking out the selection. When he's sure he has the right one, he returns to Twitter.

I've had that thing of yours in my ass, Lambert. This one's closer to reality.

#@#

A half second later, Tommy's phone is just about jumping off the table, buzzing with texts, and the Twitter app on his laptop is flickering from all the @replies and tweets.

"Christ," he mumbles. "What the fuck did you just do?"

His churning stomach and shaking hands pretty much answer that question, as he tries to remember whether you actually can reply publicly to a DM. Hell, whether he actually replied or sent a new tweet. Fuck if he can remember.

He's about to check when his Twitter app flings up a message of doom and then crashes and burns.

#@#

At least, Tommy's phone is still working. This is so not the time for Adam to be in New York, doing fucking interviews. Then again, if Adam were home, Tommy wouldn't have done what he's sure he did.

"Tommy?" Adam's gentleness almost breaks him. "You okay?"

"Fuck." And then, because there's nothing else to say, he asks, "Who won the bet?"

"Cam. No one else thought you'd last this long."

"Nice to know my friends have faith in me."

"You're not alone," Adam says.

Tommy curls up on the couch. "Talk to me," he says, and Adam does. All night.