Glam Kink Meme - Round #2
Welcome to the second round of glam_kink! The first round was an overwhelming success, and I'm so pleased to see our little community producing so many awesome fills and prompts - keep it up!
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READ THE RULES BEFORE POSTING.
All prompts, filled and unfilled, are archived here.
Glam Kink flat view
Glam Kink regular view
**THIS ROUND IS NOW CLOSED FOR NEW
Tommy was boneless as he sprawled across Adam's chest, his head tilted to the side so that strands of sweaty hair caught against Adam's jaw. It didn't take long for their breathing to sync, or for a soft sigh to slip from Tommy's lips. The adrenaline spike was no doubt starting to wear off, though it would take more than just ten or fifteen minutes of relaxation to get him back to himself. Adam wasn't the most patient of men, but he was willing to dig deep.
“It's dumb,” Tommy said a few minutes later. He skimmed his hands across the top of the water, watching the ripples as they broke against the side of the tub.
“Don't say that,” Adam told him. “It can be a million different things, but stupid isn't one of them.”
Tommy just snorted.
“Will you tell me what it was?” Adam asked. “I won't force you to talk to me, but I'd like it if you did.”
“You're not allowed to laugh,” Tommy warned.
“It's really not funny,” Adam said.
“You know how I haven't been sleeping well?” Tommy began. He fidgeted awkwardly, but Adam's arms tightening around his middle put a stop to that.
“Yeah,” Adam murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of Tommy's head. “Bad dreams, you said.”
Not brought on by any one thing, they'd been more of an annoyance than anything else at first. After a couple days of fitful sleep, they'd apparently begun taking a bigger toll than Adam had realized, if they were causing Tommy trouble.
“I can handle my shit,” Tommy insisted. “I'm a big boy. The dreams didn't even have anything to do with you.”
“But?” Adam prompted.
“It was just the way your hand moved,” Tommy admitted. “It reminded me of one of those fucking dreams and for a second, I wasn't ... here. You know?” He was quiet for a moment before adding, “I told you it was dumb.”
“It's not dumb,” Adam said, unable to stop his irritation from showing. “You were uncomfortable. Your head wasn't where you needed it to be, so you put an end to it. That isn't a bad thing, Tommy. It's smart.”
“Yeah, well....”
“There's no 'yeah, well...' about it,” Adam said firmly. “It's okay. And now we can move on.”
Tommy nodded, settling quietly against Adam and lacing their fingers together under the water. Now that Adam knew what was wrong, he felt a lot better, like he could focus his attention solely on Tommy without having even a small part of himself left to wonder. Pressing a kiss to the side of Tommy's neck, Adam tipped his head back against the tile and let his eyes fall closed, making a list of plans in his head. He was pretty sure they still had some massage oil in the nightstand, and barring that, there was definitely some lotion.
Soon enough Tommy would get antsy and want out of the tub, and Adam intended to spread him out in the middle of their bed and make sure none of that tension had a chance to come back.
[End - I made a mistake with the first header. It is not 3 parts]
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I figure being honest is key. Shit happens, you say something, you move on.
And then, you know. Massage. :D
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Glad you liked the fic. :)
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I know how Tommy feels, I had this dream that my SO was being really cutting cruel to me, verbally, emotionally, just slashing into me... and when I awoke, I immediately hit him on the shoulder - hard!
Luckily, the alarm went off right then, and he awoke, startled, and (probably) thought he'd dreamed it, too.
I felt dumb, for sure... but it felt so *real*...
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Thanks for reading!
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