Title: Say It
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 13x100
Content/Warning(s): A little bondage, a lot of teasing
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #051: Lustful Cockmonster. Many thanks to aislinntlc for the beta and to batdina for talking through all the ideas with me until I found one that worked.


Tommy curled his hands around the rope connecting his cuffs to the headboard and tugged on them. Firm enough to give him something to hold on to, just prickly enough to lightly irritate his skin and to ground him. He smirked at Adam, giving him his best "go for it, I dare you" look.

"I'll win," Adam said, sounding more confident than Tommy knew he felt. "Eight minutes is more than enough time."

In answer, Tommy glanced over at the clock. The numbers clicked slowly. 12:58... 12:59...

When it gleamed 1:00, Adam murmured, "Say it."

Tommy shook his head. "No."

.:.

Seconds, possibly even minutes, ticked by as Adam just sat there. Occasionally, he'd reach out and skim a finger over Tommy's skin, barely touching him, until Tommy's chest, arms and legs were covered in goosebumps.

Muscles twitching, skin shivering, Tommy licked his lips and focused on Adam. He was so intense, so fixated on Tommy, as if Tommy was his entire world in that moment.

A rush of feeling, of arousal twisted through Tommy, settling in his ass, his balls, his dick. Bastard was doing nothing, and already he had Tommy wanting.

"Say it," Adam said.

Tommy shook his head.

.:.

The first touch of Adam's mouth, the suck of his lips, the lick of his tongue over Tommy's nipple came as a surprise. Tommy arched up into it, and Adam pulled back and blew.

The cool air on damp, sensitive skin was like an electric shock running along a wire between Tommy's nipple and his dick.

Again and again, from one nipple to the other, moving down to Tommy's stomach, up to his neck, back down again. Adam licked and sucked, wetting Tommy's skin, blowing on it, until Tommy could do nothing but feel.

"Say it."

Tommy muttered, "No way."

.:.

A few seconds of peace gave Tommy time to get his shit back together. Then Adam curled up, resting his head on Tommy's stomach, his mouth so close that each breath was a silken caress on Tommy's dick.

Bastard. Tommy twisted his hands until the rope pressed into his wrists and palms, and fucking didn't thrust into Adam's mouth.

Adam placed a hand on Tommy's leg, firm and heavy, possessive in all the right ways. Then he dragged his nails lightly over Tommy's thighs in curving trails that brushed against his balls, sent want aching through him.

"Say it."

"Nope."

.:.

Adam straddled Tommy's hips. He shifted position again and again and again, rubbing his ass over Tommy's dick, slowly, deliberately, with only precome for lube, and that wasn't anywhere near slick enough.

"So good," Adam just about fucking moaned. He arched back, raised his ass until it was barely touching Tommy and then ground down slowly, over and over, until every movement dragged over Tommy's dick, pulled on the skin, made Tommy harder and harder. And Tommy had to fucking clutch at the ropes, to curl his goddamn toes, in an attempt to hold on.

"Say it."

"No," Tommy moaned.

.:.

Adam's mouth was fucking sinful, his tongue an absolute master, but the scrape of Adam's teeth on Tommy's ass was the goddamn worst.


Each lick from ass to balls, each nip, each sucking kiss, was a fucking promise that had Tommy spreading his legs, opening himself up.

The press of Adam's tongue around the rim of Tommy's hole was a spike of need straight to Tommy's dick. Again and again, until Tommy was writhing, thrusting up and grinding down, faster and faster.

Until Adam stopped, whispered, "Say it," against Tommy's ass.

Tommy bit his lip to hold the words in.

.:.

Adam's fingers drummed a light beat over Tommy's dick. Inconsistent, almost but not quite fitting any rhythm Tommy recognized. Pop that Lock meets Enter Sandman meets Is This Love, repeated in different combinations, adding in random percussive notes.

Tommy's breathing sped up and slowed down. His heart raced and thudded. His entire fucking body throbbed to Adam's beat. He twisted and turned. He clung to the ropes, to the prickle of pain from the rough hemp. But it wasn't enough. He fucking needed.

"Say it?" The strain in Adam's voice turned it into a question.

"Fuck," Tommy breathed out, "Can't."

.:.

Adam's fingers were slick, and big enough to stretch and burn, create that perfect fucking pain. He didn't start with one, but with two, not giving Tommy any warning as he thrust them roughly inside Tommy's ass.

A strangled groan dragged its way out of Tommy's throat. His hips bucked up and he took the fingers deeper, all the way inside, until the knuckles of Adam's other fingers were pressing against Tommy's hole.

Twisting them, crooking them and pressing against Tommy's prostate, Adam sparked a fire inside him.

"Say it," Adam pleaded.

"Ngh" was all Tommy could manage in response.

.:.

And then Adam pulled out, moved away until Tommy only knew Adam was still on the bed because he could feel the mattress shift with Adam's weight.

"Say it," Adam said.

Tommy forced his eyes open, raised his head until he could see Adam, see the sweat that rolled down him, the redness of his lips from where he'd bitten them, the gleam of light on his slicked up fingers and dick. "No?"

Crawling forward, Adam ran his fingers over Tommy's stomach, brushing the head of his dick.

"Say it."

Muscles quivering, biting his lips closed, Tommy shook his head.

.:.

Pushing Tommy's legs up and apart, Adam leaned forward. His weight was almost unbearably comfortable, ratcheting Tommy's need up that much higher. The head of Adam's dick pressed against Tommy's hole, spreading the muscles, not quite entering him.

His lips touching Tommy's, Adam said, "Say it."

Tommy gritted out, "Please" and "No."

Resting on his elbows, Adam stared into Tommy's eyes, licked Tommy's lips. His dick twitched, and it was all Tommy could do not to press against it, to try to take it inside him.

"Say it."

"You... fuck, Adam. God...damn you. I can't."

"Say it."

Tommy whined, "Adam."

.:.

A twist of Adam's hips dragged his dick away, rubbed his belly over Tommy's dick. Tommy ground up against him and fucking moaned.

Drawing in a sharp, quick breath, Tommy tasted Adam, felt a drop of salt-sharp sweat splash onto his mouth and the tip of his tongue. He wanted to turn his head, to check the time, because he was fucking sure it had been longer than eight minutes, but he didn't fucking care anymore. Stupid goddamn bet anyway.

"Say it?" Adam's plea wasn't much more than air puffing against Tommy's lips.

Tommy squeezed his eyes shut and nodded.

.:.

"You—"

Tommy shifted restlessly when Adam's fingers trailed over his balls, tugged lightly on the hairs, dragged words out of him.

"—fucking turned my—"

Down and down, Adam's fingers moved, teasing and taunting, sending sharp-edged need curling through Tommy.

"— straight ass," Tommy panted, "into a—"

The last word turned into a groan as Adam fumbled his dick into place and pressed it against Tommy's hole, stretching the muscle just a tiny bit.

Tommy cursed. "Fuck, Adam."

Sighing, Adam rested his forehead against Tommy's. "Baby, please... fucking say it."

Before he could change his mind, Tommy blurted out, "Lustful cockmonster."

.:.

Then Adam goddamn fucking finally was inside Tommy with a single thrust that bumped his dick over Tommy's prostate.

Want, need, touch sizzled through Tommy. He tightened his grip on the ropes, dug his heels into Adam's back, and met him stroke for stroke.

Adam chanted, filthy words, encouraging words, begging, pleading, cursing, loving words.

Tommy swallowed every one of them, as he opened up wider, took Adam deeper than ever before.

And when Adam pressed up against him, grinding into him, they came together, and Tommy murmured the words that only Adam ever heard from him.

"Always" and "you."


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