An Adommy fic
Title: Another Scarf fic
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Over use of the word fuck
Summary: umm this was supposed to be a short 200 word fic, it morphed into this piece of crap. This is my first time posting a fic so please don’t be too harsh.
Word Count: 926
“Damn it’s fucking freezing” Tommy groaned wrapping his coat tighter around himself “who the fuck keeps their studio below 50 degrees”. He went on in this manner cursing out anything and everything near him, before he was cut of by deep laughter, coming from behind him.
“Why is my dear bassist acting like such a diva and throwing a hissy fit” Adam chuckled plopping down into the seat next to Tommy and looking far too comfortable.
“I’m not throwing a hissy fit” Tommy mumbled not looking Adam in the eye. Okay sure he had given Adam permission to pretty much man-handle him on stage, and he hadn’t minded the kiss at all as a matter of fact he had actively participated in it!
But that’s where the problem was, he hadn’t just kissed back, he’d leant into it, his knees had fucking buckled. That reaction doesn’t usually come from a straight guy, last time he’d checked. And he knew he wasn’t gay, he still loved boobs, and he had never checked out any other guys.
He sighed, chancing a side glance at Adam who was busy talking to Monte. He watched as Adam laughed, his eyes lighting up and fucking sparkling, the deep throaty sound coming out of Adam’s throat causing a shiver to climb up his back. He wrenched his eyes away and groaned burying his hands in his hands, he sounded like a fucking love struck teenage girl. A straight guy wouldn’t think like this, a straight guy wouldn’t wonder what it would be like to pull other sounds from Adam’s throat, a straight guy wouldn’t fucking jerk off in the shower listening to Adam’s album on repeat.
He sighed recalling the kiss they had shared earlier, the texture of Adam’ lips, the feeling of his tongue plundering his mouth, the feeling of the hand on the back of his head just forceful enough to make Tommy go weak in the knees.
Maybe he wasn’t as straight as he had always thought, at the very least he knew he was Adam-sexual. And just the thought of that caused slightly hysterical laughter to bubble out of his mouth. Cause this shit should not happen, you should not fall in lo..like with the guy who hired you, with a fucking rockstar!
“Tommy, you alright” Adam asked pulling Tommy out of his musings. “You’re kinda freaking me out man”
“What?” Tommy sighed looking up at Adam, still not making eye contact.
“You’re acting stranger than usual and damn, you are ass-white child!”
“I’m older than you” Tommy laughed trying to will down the butterflies that had erupted in his stomach at the thought that Adam genuinely cared about him..he was turning into such a pussy.
“Yet you’re still tinier then me honey” Adam laughed before becoming serious. He continued on in a softer voice “But seriously you look paler than usual, are you alright? We don’t have to tape the show if you aren’t feeling well”.
“No! I’m fine, you cant not tape the show, its fucking David Letterman. I’m fine” Tommy straightened up trying not to shiver both at the cold and at the tenderness in Adam’s voice.
“Yeah and you’re fucking Tommy Joe Ratliff, who’s more important: an old man who seems perfectly willing to freeze his guests, or my pretty, tiny little bassist?”
“I’m not pretty” Tommy said laughing.
“Have you looked in a mirror, honey? You are fucking hot!” He laughed. Adam reached over into the bag by his side and pulled out a black and grey bundle. “Here ya go, my extra scarf, ,maybe this’ll keep you from freezing.”
“You carry an extra scarf around with you” Tommy said with a raised eye-brow.
“Yes it’s essential, and you should be thankful I’m saving you from freezing to death. Come closer” Adam said pulling Tommy forwards.
“Yes sir” Tommy said jokingly, and despite the fact that he was kidding, he couldn’t help imagining going down that route with Adam. How would it be he wondered, having Adam order him around, maybe even punish him for disobeying a command, he shivered at just the thought of it. Would he tie him up, or would he…Further musings were halted by the feeling of Adam’s fingers brushing his collarbone.
Adam gently looped the scar around Tommy’s neck, his fingers brushing against the pale skin above his pulse point. Both of them noticing, but not commenting upon, the slight hitch in Tommy’s breath. He finished tying the scarf around the other’s neck, but he did not remove his hands.
“Thanks for the scarf” Tommy whispered not wanting to break the moment.
“It looks good on you, black’s totally your color” Adam said smiling letting go of the scarf.
“Why do you think I wear so much black” Tommy said giggling, fucking giggling, and he knew he was flirting but he couldn’t help it. He was just glad that despite his not so new crush on Adam, they could still talk and fuck around.
“Hmm I always thought it was to make you look tougher” Adam said tugging on Tommy’s bangs and laughing.
“Shut up, man. I’m plenty tough.”
“Riight of course you are” he said sarcastically just as he was about to continue, the publicist began calling them over to the stage. “That’s our cue, come on maybe performing will warm you up even more.”
They both made their ways to the platform, and got ready to perform. Right before they started Adam walked over to Tommy and laughingly whispered “and no problem about the scarf…glitter baby.”
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Over use of the word fuck
Summary: umm this was supposed to be a short 200 word fic, it morphed into this piece of crap. This is my first time posting a fic so please don’t be too harsh.
Word Count: 926
“Damn it’s fucking freezing” Tommy groaned wrapping his coat tighter around himself “who the fuck keeps their studio below 50 degrees”. He went on in this manner cursing out anything and everything near him, before he was cut of by deep laughter, coming from behind him.
“Why is my dear bassist acting like such a diva and throwing a hissy fit” Adam chuckled plopping down into the seat next to Tommy and looking far too comfortable.
“I’m not throwing a hissy fit” Tommy mumbled not looking Adam in the eye. Okay sure he had given Adam permission to pretty much man-handle him on stage, and he hadn’t minded the kiss at all as a matter of fact he had actively participated in it!
But that’s where the problem was, he hadn’t just kissed back, he’d leant into it, his knees had fucking buckled. That reaction doesn’t usually come from a straight guy, last time he’d checked. And he knew he wasn’t gay, he still loved boobs, and he had never checked out any other guys.
He sighed, chancing a side glance at Adam who was busy talking to Monte. He watched as Adam laughed, his eyes lighting up and fucking sparkling, the deep throaty sound coming out of Adam’s throat causing a shiver to climb up his back. He wrenched his eyes away and groaned burying his hands in his hands, he sounded like a fucking love struck teenage girl. A straight guy wouldn’t think like this, a straight guy wouldn’t wonder what it would be like to pull other sounds from Adam’s throat, a straight guy wouldn’t fucking jerk off in the shower listening to Adam’s album on repeat.
He sighed recalling the kiss they had shared earlier, the texture of Adam’ lips, the feeling of his tongue plundering his mouth, the feeling of the hand on the back of his head just forceful enough to make Tommy go weak in the knees.
Maybe he wasn’t as straight as he had always thought, at the very least he knew he was Adam-sexual. And just the thought of that caused slightly hysterical laughter to bubble out of his mouth. Cause this shit should not happen, you should not fall in lo..like with the guy who hired you, with a fucking rockstar!
“Tommy, you alright” Adam asked pulling Tommy out of his musings. “You’re kinda freaking me out man”
“What?” Tommy sighed looking up at Adam, still not making eye contact.
“You’re acting stranger than usual and damn, you are ass-white child!”
“I’m older than you” Tommy laughed trying to will down the butterflies that had erupted in his stomach at the thought that Adam genuinely cared about him..he was turning into such a pussy.
“Yet you’re still tinier then me honey” Adam laughed before becoming serious. He continued on in a softer voice “But seriously you look paler than usual, are you alright? We don’t have to tape the show if you aren’t feeling well”.
“No! I’m fine, you cant not tape the show, its fucking David Letterman. I’m fine” Tommy straightened up trying not to shiver both at the cold and at the tenderness in Adam’s voice.
“Yeah and you’re fucking Tommy Joe Ratliff, who’s more important: an old man who seems perfectly willing to freeze his guests, or my pretty, tiny little bassist?”
“I’m not pretty” Tommy said laughing.
“Have you looked in a mirror, honey? You are fucking hot!” He laughed. Adam reached over into the bag by his side and pulled out a black and grey bundle. “Here ya go, my extra scarf, ,maybe this’ll keep you from freezing.”
“You carry an extra scarf around with you” Tommy said with a raised eye-brow.
“Yes it’s essential, and you should be thankful I’m saving you from freezing to death. Come closer” Adam said pulling Tommy forwards.
“Yes sir” Tommy said jokingly, and despite the fact that he was kidding, he couldn’t help imagining going down that route with Adam. How would it be he wondered, having Adam order him around, maybe even punish him for disobeying a command, he shivered at just the thought of it. Would he tie him up, or would he…Further musings were halted by the feeling of Adam’s fingers brushing his collarbone.
Adam gently looped the scar around Tommy’s neck, his fingers brushing against the pale skin above his pulse point. Both of them noticing, but not commenting upon, the slight hitch in Tommy’s breath. He finished tying the scarf around the other’s neck, but he did not remove his hands.
“Thanks for the scarf” Tommy whispered not wanting to break the moment.
“It looks good on you, black’s totally your color” Adam said smiling letting go of the scarf.
“Why do you think I wear so much black” Tommy said giggling, fucking giggling, and he knew he was flirting but he couldn’t help it. He was just glad that despite his not so new crush on Adam, they could still talk and fuck around.
“Hmm I always thought it was to make you look tougher” Adam said tugging on Tommy’s bangs and laughing.
“Shut up, man. I’m plenty tough.”
“Riight of course you are” he said sarcastically just as he was about to continue, the publicist began calling them over to the stage. “That’s our cue, come on maybe performing will warm you up even more.”
They both made their ways to the platform, and got ready to perform. Right before they started Adam walked over to Tommy and laughingly whispered “and no problem about the scarf…glitter baby.”