Prompt #040: PRIDE Collage
Title: Taste the Rainbow
Author: Leela (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Brad
Rating: R
Word Count: 9x100
Content/Warning(s): None
Summary: "Gifts?" Adam stared at Brad, who was standing by the bed, completely naked, with one hand behind his back. "How afraid should I be?"
Author's notes: Written for![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
glam_100, prompt #040: Pride Collage. Many thanks to eeyore9990 and aislinntlc for the preread.
"Damn it. I'm going to miss the parade." Adam threw the rainbow cloak across the room. It landed on top of the platform boots he'd fallen off that morning. "This sucks."
"Yep." Brad nodded. "It does." He pirouetted, making his own cloak flare. "I'll be thinking of you. Every step of the way, as I dance with all the cute boys."
Adam scowled. "You don't have to be such a bitch about it."
"Oh, darling, of course I do." Brad perched on the bed and kissed Adam on the forehead.
"Hate you."
"Me too."
Pouting, Adam rolled away from Brad.
*
The bedroom door bounced off the wall with a bang, and Brad sang out, "Hello, poutful one."
"Fuck off," Adam muttered. He shifted and his sprained ankle sent a sharp ache up his leg.
"Oh, don't be like that." Brad sailed across the room, shedding clothes and glitter as he moved. Curlicues and swirls had been painted over his face, neck, and chest in rainbow colors.
"Why not? I didn't get to strut my shit at Pride. I got to sleep and watch TV."
"But, honey, I come bearing gifts." Brad batted his eyelashes. "Time for you to have fun."
*
"Gifts?" Adam stared at Brad, who was standing by the bed, completely naked, with one hand behind his back. "How afraid should I be?"
"Oh you." Brad tutted and flapped a hand at him. "As if I'd do anything bad to you." He paused and gave Adam a considering look. "Well, nothing bad that you didn't want."
An image of the crop that Brad had found in a garage sale a couple of weeks earlier flashed through Adam's head, and arousal slid thick and heavy down his spine to settle in his balls.
"How—" Adam cleared his throat. "How bad?"
*
Brad gave Adam a bright smile as he yanked the covers off the bed, leaving Adam naked and exposed.
Before Adam could think of how to respond to that, Brad climbed onto the bed, angling so that Adam couldn't see behind him. He settled on Adam's good leg, his ass warm against Adam's thigh.
"Brad? Honey? What have you done?"
"I've brought you a rainbow," Brad said, and then he brought his hand out from behind his back with a flourish.
Adam flinched as Brad coated Adam's chest and stomach with thick liquid. "Oh my god. Cold."
"Not for long."
*
The room filled with the mingled scents of strawberry, orange, lime, and other fruit. He went to run his finger through the liquid, but Brad rapped the back of his hand.
"No, no, no." Brad raised up on his hands and knees. "This is all mine. Hold onto the headboard or I'll stop." Then he licked a hot, damp stripe up from Adam's belly button.
Adam's head went back, and he gripped the brass posts. A groan escaped him as Brads tongue swirled over his nipples. A suck, a gentle bite, and Adam was arching up into Brad's mouth. "Please?"
*
Brad's mouth was everywhere. Liquid splashed down again and again. The cool quickly replaced by the warmth of Brad's mouth. The softness emphasized by a sharp nip of Brad's teeth.
Bending the knee of his good leg, Adam rolled his hips up into Brad. "Love rainbows," he gasped.
"So good." Brad slithered up Adam's body.
A kiss filled Adam's mouth with flavor. Sweet grape and sour lime. He licked his way past Brad's lips, feeling Brad's cock against his own. It was sticky and slippery, as Brad squeezed their cocks, jacked them, and released them, lifting his weight off Adam.
*
"Fucker." Wanting, needing, Adam fought not to pull Brad back down, lick the smirk off Brad's face.
"You should be so lucky." Brad blew him a kiss. Then, tossing the squeeze bottles away, he bent over and slid his mouth down Adam's chest, over his stomach. He paused above Adam's sticky, damp cock and blew lightly.
A shiver went through Adam, curling his toes, raising goosebumps on his skin. "You absolute shi—" He stuttered to a halt when Brad dipped his tongue into the slit of Adam's cock.
And when Brad sucked the tip hard, Adam growled, "Oh my fuck."
*
Brad slipped a hand under Adam's ass, rubbed a finger over his cleft, teasing, as his mouth moved up and down Adam's cock.
Unable to stop himself, Adam let go of the headboard with one hand and reached down to tangle his fingers in Brad's hair. He bucked up into Brad's mouth, his cock bumping over Brad's tongue, into the back of his throat.
Again and again. Faster, harder. Until Adam was lost in the slurping sounds, the scents of sex and fruit, the hot and the wet and the blindingly sharp sizzle that arced through him as he came.
*
"I fucking love rainbows." Pulling Brad upwards, hugging him tightly, Adam kissed him. Tasting himself, tasting everything they were.
Brad's cock was soft and damp against Adam's skin, and his smile was bright and fierce. "Love you, too."
After a few seconds, they looked around and laughed.
"Oh my god, these sheets." Adam ran a finger over a purple stain next to his hip. "Is this even going to come out?"
"I brought Pride home," Brad said. "You can clean it up."
"But I'm hurt."
Brad sighed and settled against Adam's side. "Tomorrow," he said, and Adam kissed him again.
Author: Leela (
leela_cat)Pairing/Characters: Adam/Brad
Rating: R
Word Count: 9x100
Content/Warning(s): None
Summary: "Gifts?" Adam stared at Brad, who was standing by the bed, completely naked, with one hand behind his back. "How afraid should I be?"
Author's notes: Written for
glam_100, prompt #040: Pride Collage. Many thanks to 
eeyore9990 and aislinntlc for the preread."Damn it. I'm going to miss the parade." Adam threw the rainbow cloak across the room. It landed on top of the platform boots he'd fallen off that morning. "This sucks."
"Yep." Brad nodded. "It does." He pirouetted, making his own cloak flare. "I'll be thinking of you. Every step of the way, as I dance with all the cute boys."
Adam scowled. "You don't have to be such a bitch about it."
"Oh, darling, of course I do." Brad perched on the bed and kissed Adam on the forehead.
"Hate you."
"Me too."
Pouting, Adam rolled away from Brad.
The bedroom door bounced off the wall with a bang, and Brad sang out, "Hello, poutful one."
"Fuck off," Adam muttered. He shifted and his sprained ankle sent a sharp ache up his leg.
"Oh, don't be like that." Brad sailed across the room, shedding clothes and glitter as he moved. Curlicues and swirls had been painted over his face, neck, and chest in rainbow colors.
"Why not? I didn't get to strut my shit at Pride. I got to sleep and watch TV."
"But, honey, I come bearing gifts." Brad batted his eyelashes. "Time for you to have fun."
"Gifts?" Adam stared at Brad, who was standing by the bed, completely naked, with one hand behind his back. "How afraid should I be?"
"Oh you." Brad tutted and flapped a hand at him. "As if I'd do anything bad to you." He paused and gave Adam a considering look. "Well, nothing bad that you didn't want."
An image of the crop that Brad had found in a garage sale a couple of weeks earlier flashed through Adam's head, and arousal slid thick and heavy down his spine to settle in his balls.
"How—" Adam cleared his throat. "How bad?"
Brad gave Adam a bright smile as he yanked the covers off the bed, leaving Adam naked and exposed.
Before Adam could think of how to respond to that, Brad climbed onto the bed, angling so that Adam couldn't see behind him. He settled on Adam's good leg, his ass warm against Adam's thigh.
"Brad? Honey? What have you done?"
"I've brought you a rainbow," Brad said, and then he brought his hand out from behind his back with a flourish.
Adam flinched as Brad coated Adam's chest and stomach with thick liquid. "Oh my god. Cold."
"Not for long."
The room filled with the mingled scents of strawberry, orange, lime, and other fruit. He went to run his finger through the liquid, but Brad rapped the back of his hand.
"No, no, no." Brad raised up on his hands and knees. "This is all mine. Hold onto the headboard or I'll stop." Then he licked a hot, damp stripe up from Adam's belly button.
Adam's head went back, and he gripped the brass posts. A groan escaped him as Brads tongue swirled over his nipples. A suck, a gentle bite, and Adam was arching up into Brad's mouth. "Please?"
Brad's mouth was everywhere. Liquid splashed down again and again. The cool quickly replaced by the warmth of Brad's mouth. The softness emphasized by a sharp nip of Brad's teeth.
Bending the knee of his good leg, Adam rolled his hips up into Brad. "Love rainbows," he gasped.
"So good." Brad slithered up Adam's body.
A kiss filled Adam's mouth with flavor. Sweet grape and sour lime. He licked his way past Brad's lips, feeling Brad's cock against his own. It was sticky and slippery, as Brad squeezed their cocks, jacked them, and released them, lifting his weight off Adam.
"Fucker." Wanting, needing, Adam fought not to pull Brad back down, lick the smirk off Brad's face.
"You should be so lucky." Brad blew him a kiss. Then, tossing the squeeze bottles away, he bent over and slid his mouth down Adam's chest, over his stomach. He paused above Adam's sticky, damp cock and blew lightly.
A shiver went through Adam, curling his toes, raising goosebumps on his skin. "You absolute shi—" He stuttered to a halt when Brad dipped his tongue into the slit of Adam's cock.
And when Brad sucked the tip hard, Adam growled, "Oh my fuck."
Brad slipped a hand under Adam's ass, rubbed a finger over his cleft, teasing, as his mouth moved up and down Adam's cock.
Unable to stop himself, Adam let go of the headboard with one hand and reached down to tangle his fingers in Brad's hair. He bucked up into Brad's mouth, his cock bumping over Brad's tongue, into the back of his throat.
Again and again. Faster, harder. Until Adam was lost in the slurping sounds, the scents of sex and fruit, the hot and the wet and the blindingly sharp sizzle that arced through him as he came.
"I fucking love rainbows." Pulling Brad upwards, hugging him tightly, Adam kissed him. Tasting himself, tasting everything they were.
Brad's cock was soft and damp against Adam's skin, and his smile was bright and fierce. "Love you, too."
After a few seconds, they looked around and laughed.
"Oh my god, these sheets." Adam ran a finger over a purple stain next to his hip. "Is this even going to come out?"
"I brought Pride home," Brad said. "You can clean it up."
"But I'm hurt."
Brad sighed and settled against Adam's side. "Tomorrow," he said, and Adam kissed him again.
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