Title: Bar Snacks
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 5x100
Content/Warning(s): AU
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #057: candy cock ring (click to see the image). Many thanks to aislinntlc for the preread.

This continues from last week's drabble-set, Call and Answer.


"You need to eat," Leo says. "Starving yourself isn't going to solve anything."

His elbow on the table, head resting on the hand clutching his phone, Tommy nods in agreement without looking up. He drags his fork back through the pool of hoisin sauce on his plate, adding a swirl.

When Leo doesn't react, Tommy flattens his fork and erases his doodle. It didn't look anything like a guitar anyway. "I can always nuke the leftovers if I get the munchies later, you know."

"I know." Leo pulls his plate away. "Come on. Let's get the fuck out of here."

.o0O0o.

"Hey!" Tommy grabs his plate back, feeling possessive, even though that doesn't make any sense at all. Not even to him. "What if I wasn't done yet?"

"Fine. Be a dork. Sit there with your dinner getting cold like a little kid being punished by Mummy and Daddy."

Leo stands up and starts closing up the take-out containers and putting them away in the fridge.

"Not a dork." Tommy sighs. "Just a fucking loser."

"Oh, for fuck's sake. That's enough." Leo yanks the plate back. "Go get your pretty on. We're going out."

"But you're sick."

"I'm not that sick."

.o0O0o.

The conversation is louder than the music when they get to Angel's. Leo's hand wrapped firmly around his wrist, Tommy follows her across the room. She waves at some friends but doesn't stop to join them. Instead she heads straight for a booth that's still covered with the detritus of the women who abandoned it.

He lets her push him into the booth and slides over without protest.

When she leaves to get them drinks, he leans to one side, digs into his pocket, and pulls out his phone. He feels stupid, but somehow, having it in his hand helps.

.o0O0o.

"Here."

Without looking up from his phone, Tommy wraps his free hand around the bottle of PBR. "Thanks."

Leo mumbles something and then Tommy hears a cracking noise. He jumps and glares at her. Then his brain kicks in, and he registers what he's seeing, what she's holding and eating, and his jaw drops open.

"What the fuck is that?"

Grinning at him, Leo lifts up the purple neon dildo and grabs another candy from the string that's wrapped around it and bites down.

When she's finished crunching, she says, "Bar snacks," and waves the dildo at him. "Want one?"

.o0O0o.

"I... no!"

"But it's tasty. All sweet, and crunchy, and shit." Leo licks around the candy cock ring, streaking her tongue a rainbow of colors.

"That is, like, so many kinds of wrong," Tommy says, grinning.

"Yeah, but you love it."

Tommy slides over to snuggle under her arm. "And you."

"And my magic dick." Snickering, she rubs the dildo over Tommy's lips. The smell of too-sweet candy and rubbery latex fills his nose, and he makes a face.

"That is so gross," he says, shoving at it with both hands.

His phone touches the dildo and starts to vibrate.

Promises in Purple Ink continues in Good Vibrations.