Title: Cat Naps
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 4x100
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #018: You're Doing It Wrong. Many thanks to thrace_adams for the beta. This takes place in the same universe as Shifting Claims, my long drabble-set for prompt #003.



"Tommy Joe Ratliff, get your skinny, flea-bitten ass in here!"

Startled out of his nap, Tommy raised his muzzle and stretched. He thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with anything that he could possibly have done wrong. So he settled his head back down, curled up tighter, and closed his eyes.

"I'm not joking," Adam yelled.

Tommy squirmed and put his paws over his ears.

"Now, Tommy! I'm not fucking joking."

Damn it! Tommy yawned and stretched again. Discontent wrung a grumbling whine out of him as he rose to his feet and padded away from his sunbeam.

*|*

To Tommy's dismay, Adam was in his office, hunched over his laptop, picking at his nail polish.

Fuck, Tommy said, although it came out as a growl. Whatever it was, he'd clearly done it wrong.

Adam's attention snapped from the laptop to him. "Human, if you don't mind. We need to talk about this."

Tommy resisted. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to snooze in a sunbeam. But Adam gave him the I'm your alpha, and you will do it look and Tommy shifted in a ripple of muscle and fur that left him standing naked in the doorway.

*|*

Adam's gaze swept over Tommy, sharpening and heating as it paused at his hip and focused on the ridged scarring of his claiming mark. "You told me nothing happened while I was in New York," he said.

"I barely even left the house." Unable to remember anything he could possibly have done wrong, Tommy went over to lean against Adam's chair.

"You didn't need to leave the house for this one," Adam said, wrapping an arm around Tommy, fingers pressing into Tommy's bare hip. "I know you're used to being yourself around here, but couldn't you have tried thinking first?"

*|*

"Oh Christ." Tommy looked at the picture of his cat stretched out in Adam's backyard. "Where the hell was he? Up a tree?"

"Or flying overhead in a helicopter."

They both stared at the screen for a couple of seconds then Adam admitted, "We got lucky. None of the gossip sites are picking it up. Everyone thinks the cat is fake."

Relief had Tommy sagging into Adam's side. "Thank fuck."

Adam still looked serious though as he turned his chair and brought Tommy between his legs. "If you want to keep your cat a secret? You're doing it wrong, baby."