Title: Rumors and Consequences
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Sauli
Rating: R
Word Count: 6x100
Content/Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #049: Rumor Has It. Many thanks to florida_minxie for the preread and to her and aislinntlc for the twitter convo that sparked this drabble-set.


"Tommy, Taylor, random drag queen... who's the creeper in the pink shirt?" Sauli peered over his laptop at Adam.

Feeling like he was about to step off a cliff, Adam put down his phone. "Who?"

Sauli made a disgusted noise. "Seriously, Adam. How could you dump Tommy for that shirt?"

"What? I never—"

"Also, why Walk of Shame? Better to say Walk of No Shame? Wearing the same clothes on TV the next day."

"Walk of—" Adam blinked at Sauli, his mind racing through years of memories. When had he picked up someone in a pink shirt?

∞

"This cannot be right." Sauli put his laptop on the table with a thud, interrupting Adam's attempts to remember. "Have I turned your life to boring?"

"Boring? You?" Adam shook his head. "What kind of shit is that?"

"That..." Sauli dissolved into Finnish, speaking too rapidly for Adam to catch more than a syllable or two.

As Adam reached for the laptop, which was flashing Rumor Has It... in virulent pink and black, Sauli jumped on him and pushed him back on the couch. Reaching up, Adam smoothed the deep vertical line that had appeared between Sauli's eyebrows.

"Baby, what were you reading?"

∞

Instead of answering, Sauli crawled onto Adam, settling down with a leg on either side of Adam's hips, curling on top of him. Adam opened his mouth to say something, and Sauli kissed him. He licked into Adam's mouth, bit at his lower lip, sucked on his tongue, and stole every word in Adam's head.

Adam made an incoherent noise, licking at Sauli's lips, and wrapped his arms around Sauli. Tried to reassure him with his whole body.

But Sauli sat up, pushed away from him. Sauli's ass rested on Adam's dick. His weight sent shockwaves of want through Adam.

∞

"Not boring," Sauli repeated. He rotated his hips, rubbing his ass slowly over Adam's dick.

"Oh, baby, so not boring." The worn sweats Adam was wearing slid up and down, and the shockwaves became lightning bolts. "Never," panting out the words, Adam bucked up, wanting more, "boring."

A sly smile curved Sauli's lips, and his eyes lit up. He slipped his fingers between Adam's sweats and t-shirt and toyed with the hairs that trailed down from Adam's belly button. He pulled on a few of them, and Adam's need grew. An ache started at the back of his throat.

"Please?"

∞

Adam reached for Sauli, wanting to press him down harder, feel him even more, but Sauli caught Adam's wrists and pushed them down at his sides, trapping them under Sauli's knees.

"No," Sauli said. "No touching. I'm doing this."

And Sauli arched above Adam, sliding his hands up under his own shirt, lifting it off and throwing it away. He ground down on Adam's dick, hard and fast, and shoved his own sweats down. Sauli's dick was damp at the tip; he gave it a rough tug.

Licking his lips, his fingers flexing with the need to touch, Adam writhed.

∞

His hips rolling, every movement of his ass taking Adam closer to the edge, Sauli began to jerk himself off.

Unable to touch, to taste, Adam groaned as just watching, just feeling, was too much. Words spilled from him. "Fuck, baby, please. I need. Touch. Please." Words almost as incoherent as his need.

Then Sauli's other hand, the one not touching his own dick, squeezed the head of Adam's dick. Sauli pushed his thumb into Adam's slit, rubbed, and it was too much.

Adam's back arched, he cried out, and he came as Sauli's release striped his chest and lips.


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