Title: Quiet Together
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6 x 100
Content/Warning(s): werewolves
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #011: quiet during Open Week. For @moodwriter who picked the prompt and the pairing. Many thanks to @aislinntlc for the preread.


Their home is quiet. No music playing. The TV is turned off. Even their phones have been set on airplane mode to avoid annoying vibrations and left in the living room to make sure they aren't tempted to check twitter or instagram or whatever.

There's just the sound of the wind rustling through the trees, an occasional street noise that seems to come from faraway.

And them, of course.

Tommy's lying on their bed, propped up on pillows, covers pooled around his hips. Adam's sprawled out over Tommy's legs with his head resting in the crook of Tommy's left arm.

o0O0o

With so much silence, Tommy's feelings, his fears, his needs, leak out in words. Though he talks about everything except what matters.

"It's like the calm before the storm. The eye of a fucking hurricane. Or maybe that weird ass feeling that comes seconds before an earthquake."

In response, Adam nuzzles meaningfully at Tommy's arm.

"It's like that, huh? Greedy bitch."

When Adam nuzzles again, Tommy relents and moves his other hand from Adam's back, up to the back of Adam's neck. The fur is denser there, more than long enough for Tommy to dig his fingers in and scratch.

o0O0o

Adam's tail thumps hard against the bed, and Tommy's leg. He makes a sound of contentment.

"Yeah, I know. I'll always have you." Tommy snickers, or at least that's what he means to do, no matter how it comes out. "Christ, I sound like one of those crappy old romance movies that my mom loves so much."

The thought of his mom sends a sharp pain through Tommy's chest, sends him back to the precipice that had Adam declaring this a quiet night. Tommy's distracted, though, pulled away from the edge, when Adam drags a sharp canine over his skin.

o0O0o

"You know I'm right." Tommy tugs on Adam's fur. "Give me that much."

Adam answers with a whine and he nudges at Tommy's arm, until Tommy's hand is under his chin. Tommy obediently rubs his knuckles along the length of Adam's jaw.

After a moment, everything becomes too much again. As much as he finds comfort in the simplicity of Adam's wolf, in the rhythm of petting and scratching and the solid weight of Adam's lupine body, Tommy needs more than this.

He stops petting Adam and slides down, curving himself until he's curled around Adam, not just beneath him.

o0O0o

Tommy hugs Adam, pressing his face into Adam's fur. "Need you," he mumbles. "Not like this. It's not enough tonight."

Adam huffs a sigh. His skin ripples and flows, reforms, feeling soft, almost silken against Tommy's skin as the shift happens. Then, Tommy's holding onto a human Adam.

"Your mom loves you." Adam turns to face him. "And she's not going to stop loving you. Not even over this."

The words feel so much like a slap that Tommy flinches. Adam holds him tighter and brushes a kiss over Tommy's lips that feels so gentle, so loving, it's exquisitely painful.

o0O0o

Adam skims his fingers beneath Tommy's eyes, as if to wipe away tears that aren't there.

"It's just love, baby. Nothing to be ashamed about."

"I'm not ashamed. I'll never be ashamed, not of you, of me, or of us. No matter what the assholes think," Tommy says. "They don't have a fucking clue."

Tommy curls closer to Adam, revels in his solidity, in his surety.

Nothing anyone says, no matter how much they know or don't know, Tommy thinks, can come close to this. To this man who had the patience to wait for Tommy to change his life.


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