Prompt #099: Double Trouble
Title: Double Trouble
Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2x100
Content/Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #099: Double Trouble. Many thanks to @moodwriter for the preread and reassurance.
"So," Ashley said, sliding onto the stool next to Tommy and resting her back against the bar. "How're double trouble doing?"
Keeping his eyes on the dance floor, Tommy sipped his whiskey. "Twice the Adam, twice the stupidly ridiculous attractiveness to guys."
She gave him a sharp look, which he totally ignored, and said, "Even with that ugly sweater on, which is..."
"Utterly irrelevant when you're playing twinky in the middle, getting rubbed on by two Adams. That kid is fucked."
"Looks like the sweater wins tonight."
Tommy made a face because, well, Light Adam. Not that he'd bitch but...
∞
"Then again, Dark Adam is looking fine tonight."
Tommy's mouth dried when he saw Adam walking towards them. Fitted leather boots merged into tight leather pants. Silver chains curled around his forearms. And his shirt was so opaque it needed warnings.
Tommy was so totally fucked for this guy.
Ashley murmured something, but Tommy ignored her. Every word, everything in him had been stolen by the man who was stopping in front of him.
"Dance," Adam said, taking Tommy's hand and twining their fingers.
He smelled like smoke and pomegranates, and Tommy couldn't help hoping that dance was a euphemism.
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Author: Leela (leela_cat)
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2x100
Content/Warning(s): None
Author's notes: Written for glam_100, prompt #099: Double Trouble. Many thanks to @moodwriter for the preread and reassurance.
"So," Ashley said, sliding onto the stool next to Tommy and resting her back against the bar. "How're double trouble doing?"
Keeping his eyes on the dance floor, Tommy sipped his whiskey. "Twice the Adam, twice the stupidly ridiculous attractiveness to guys."
She gave him a sharp look, which he totally ignored, and said, "Even with that ugly sweater on, which is..."
"Utterly irrelevant when you're playing twinky in the middle, getting rubbed on by two Adams. That kid is fucked."
"Looks like the sweater wins tonight."
Tommy made a face because, well, Light Adam. Not that he'd bitch but...
∞
"Then again, Dark Adam is looking fine tonight."
Tommy's mouth dried when he saw Adam walking towards them. Fitted leather boots merged into tight leather pants. Silver chains curled around his forearms. And his shirt was so opaque it needed warnings.
Tommy was so totally fucked for this guy.
Ashley murmured something, but Tommy ignored her. Every word, everything in him had been stolen by the man who was stopping in front of him.
"Dance," Adam said, taking Tommy's hand and twining their fingers.
He smelled like smoke and pomegranates, and Tommy couldn't help hoping that dance was a euphemism.
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