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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**THIS ROUND IS NOW CLOSED FOR NEW
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
Also posted here.
“Tommy, I don't know....”
Adam's eyes were trained on the bedspread next to the little black case, almost as though that would make it disappear. Tommy had very pointedly set it next to him, giving him this look that was equal parts hopeful and encouraging.
“Maybe this isn't such a good idea.”
He felt bad for saying it, like he was betraying Tommy by being so reluctant. Tommy was always down for anything - happy to be put on his knees, or to be face-down and taking it. He loved toys, and games, and couldn't get enough of Adam's hands on him. He never asked for anything, really, and he never, ever, told Adam no.
That Adam was ready to put an end to things before they even started didn't sit right with him at all.
Tommy looked over at him, sitting quietly on his knees and taking the time to really study Adam and whatever was showing in his face. The longer he sat there, the more Adam fidgeted.
Tommy's sigh was soft, unconscious, but it still cut through Adam. A bright flare of hurt deep in his chest.
“If you're really uncomfortable, I'm not going to make you do it. You know I'm not that big an asshole,” Tommy told him.
“I know,” Adam said, aware that he was feeling a little defensive.
“I am going to do this, though,” Tommy continued. “It's something that I enjoy. I'd really like it if you stayed, but I won't stop you from leaving.” The look on his face was serious, far more serious than Adam was used to seeing.
“No, I can stay,” Adam said said quickly. If he had his doubts, he could keep them to himself. He knew it wasn't right, to feel like he owed this to Tommy, but he hoped the fact that he only wanted Tommy to be happy kind of balanced out the way he was ignoring his own instincts. They'd already had that conversation, after all.
Tommy kept looking at him, examining him in that piercing way. After a minute or two, apparently satisfied by what he saw, he reached for the case and quickly unzipped it, laying it out for Adam to see. There were six gleaming pieces of metal inside, held securely by small bits of elastic. They looked so innocuous, those smooth, eight-inch rods of surgical steel. Only the fact that Adam knew what they were for had him squirming uncomfortably.
Sensing the turn Adam's thoughts had taken, Tommy shuffled closer on the bed, picking up the case and reaching for Adam's hand. He ran Adam's fingers across the sounds, letting him get a feel for the cool metal, their widths and lengths. Adam's eyes were trained on his fingertips, on the way his chipped nails looked against the smooth, shiny metal.
“We can start with the smallest,” Tommy said softly, as though he didn't want to break the trance Adam found himself in.
It happened anyway, Adam blinking as Tommy reached down, slipping the narrowest sound from the case so he could present it to Adam like a gift.
“Just take it. For now. Look at it,” he urged.
Adam didn't think he wanted to, still felt a little squirmy inside, but he did as he was told, turning the sound over in his hands. It was lighter than he expected, and he couldn’t stop his eyes from landing on Tommy's jeans and the hard line of his cock, trapped inside.
“See?” Tommy asked with a small smile. “Not so scary.”
He made short work of his shirt, pulling it over his head and dropping it to the floor. Adam was momentarily distracted by all that bare skin, his hand coming up to rub at Tommy's nipple. He still had the sound clasped between his fingers, and Tommy's whine at the touch of cool metal was both unexpected and very, very welcome.
“Give it back,” Tommy said, his voice low, rough like he'd already spent time on his knees.
Fuck, Adam thought. How long had he been doing this alone? How long had he been wanting Adam here with him? The thought that his mere presence could be such a turn-on for Tommy saw Adam palming his dick through his jeans.
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