I Finally Wrote Something!
Title: Number-One Fan
Author: glambaby66
Genre: AU, Porn with very little plot
Pairing: Adam/Tommy Joe
Word Count: 2,194
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, I don't think?
Summary: Tommy Joe is a rock star, and Adam is...well, his number-one fan.
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. This is all make believe.
Additional Note: This is the first time in a long time that I've written anything, so I'm a bit rusty. Please be kind. :)
He was not a groupie.
Sure, he owned all of Tommy Joe Ratliff’s albums, had gone to see him in concert nearly a dozen times, and was a fixture on the internet message boards devoted to the talented young guitarist. So what if he thought Tommy Joe was kinda hot - okay, really hot - and would gladly sleep with him if asked. But, that didn’t make him a groupie, did it? That word called to mind someone desperate and pathetic, who was willing to do anything, no matter how sleazy or degrading, to be with a certain celebrity. Adam wasn’t like that. He admired Tommy Joe Ratliff’s musical genius, as well as his pretty-boy looks. It was admiration, nothing more. No, Adam Lambert was no groupie.
He stood in front of his mirror, putting on his eyeliner, part of his pre-concert ritual. He had to look just right for this evening. Tonight was a milestone: his tenth time seeing Tommy Joe Ratliff live. He was wearing his favorite t-shirt, adorned with just the right amount of glitter, his snuggest pair of jeans (torn just so), and his favorite pair of black, high-heeled boots. His dark hair was perfectly styled. Now, he just had to finish his makeup.
Five minutes later, a knock came at his bedroom door. James, Adam’s friend and roommate, poked his head inside. “You ready yet?”
“Almost,” Adam replied. He took a final glance in the mirror, asking, “How do I look?”
James shook his head with a smile. “Tommy Joe’s gonna notice you for sure.”
“He better,” Adam said, grinning. He tugged on his black, fingerless gloves and then grabbed the envelope containing the concert tickets from the top of the bureau, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. He and James had managed to get front-row tickets for the show. Tonight, he would see Tommy Joe Ratliff in all his glory, up close. “Let’s go,” he said to James. They headed out the door, with Adam letting out a whoop of joy.
The place was already crawling with fans when they arrived. People of all ages and walks of life, many sporting outrageous clothes and makeup, were milling around or clustered together in small groups. Several of them had their hair dyed blonde and combed over to the right side, in an effort to look like Tommy Joe himself. The air was heavy with excitement.
Adam couldn’t get to his seat fast enough. By the time he and James had sat down, Adam’s heart was in his throat just seeing how close they really were to the stage. I could reach right out and touch him, he thought, smiling at the mental image of him grabbing Tommy Joe’s slim ankle.
The arena filled up quickly. The energy was electric. Then the lights went down, and the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, jumping to their feet. Adam joined them, his heart beating a mile a minute. This was it!
The crowd began chanting, “Tom-my Joe! Tom-my Joe!” A loud guitar chord rang out, driving the audience even wilder. Adam struggled to see his idol, but all he could make out on the stage were shadows.
Suddenly, a spotlight came on, illuminating center stage…and there stood Tommy Joe, looking his usual small but perfect self. He wore tight leather pants and a red shirt with ruffles at the collar and cuffs. His face was exquisitely painted. He took Adam’s breath away.
Tommy Joe walked slowly toward the edge of the stage, his fingers on his guitar moving rapidly. The music was brash and beautiful. Adam thought, This is what the angels play in Heaven.
Adam lost count of how many songs Tommy Joe played. He couldn’t take his eyes off the guitarist, couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing about running up on stage and kissing him (and doing other things as well). He gazed up longingly at the tiny figure and sang along with every song. Every so often, a scream would come from somewhere in back of him: “I love you!” or, “Marry me, Tommy!” Adam would just roll his eyes. Tommy Joe was allegedly bisexual (if the rumors were to be believed), but Adam thought that if he ever got a chance with him, Tommy Joe would never want another girl ever again.
Sometime in the middle of the concert, as Tommy Joe was having some banter with the audience, he looked down and his gaze locked with Adam’s for a split second. Adam’s breath caught in his throat. He did the only thing he could think of…he flashed his most seductive smile. Tommy looked away, but not before Adam could see the answering flush on the young guitarist’s cheeks. Several more times, their eyes met; with each time, Adam got braver. He arched his eyebrow, he licked his lips, he mouthed the words, I want you. Each time, Tommy would grin a little and then look away.
I got you, Adam thought.
Then, shortly before the encore, a large, muscular man in a yellow shirt came up to Adam and asked, “You wanna come backstage?”
“Hell, yeah!” Adam cried. Suddenly, he remembered James. “Can my friend come, too?”
“Yeah, sure, I guess,” the guy said. He led them off to the side of the stage.
“Holy shit,” Adam said, grabbing James’ arm. “Do you believe this? I hope I don’t pass out.”
“You’re so dramatic,” James said, laughing. “You’ll be fine.”
Adam was so excited, he was afraid he was going to start hyperventilating. The yellow-shirted guy led them backstage to a room lined with couches and chairs and with tables covered with drinks and food. “Wait here,” he said gruffly, and left Adam and James alone in the room.
Adam bounced up in down like a small child. He could barely believe he was actually going to meet Tommy Joe Ratliff!
“You gonna ask him for his autograph?” James asked, half-jokingly.
“I’m gonna ask for his ass!” Adam replied, and they both laughed.
They could hear the concert wrapping up, the music of the band mixing with the screams of the crowd. They heard Tommy Joe bidding everyone goodnight…seconds later, the door flew open, and in he came, followed by the rest of the band. He immediately walked over to Adam. “Hey,” he said, a tad shyly.
“Hey,” Adam said.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Adam. This is my friend, James.”
Tommy Joe nodded at James but barely looked at him. His eyes were focused entirely on Adam. He was tiny, Adam realized. Even with those silly platform shoes on, he was still quite a bit shorter than Adam. Adam was taken with a sudden urge to envelope the other man in a big, protective hug.
“Let me go get cleaned up,” Tommy said, “and I’ll be right back.”
It seemed to take forever, but he finally re-emerged, now dressed in jeans and a gray-and-white-striped hoodie, his face devoid of all makeup. Adam thought he looked positively gorgeous.
His thoughts must have shown plainly on his face, for Tommy Joe looked at him intently for a moment before asking, “You wanna come on the bus for a while?”
“The tour bus?” Adam asked, instantly feeling stupid. Of course he meant the tour bus! “Yeah, sure!” He looked over at James and smiled widely.
“I’ll, uh, stay here,” James said. “I’ll talk to the band. Just come back and get me before you leave.”
Adam followed Tommy Joe outside. A large crowd had gathered near the bus, and when they saw Tommy, they began screaming and asking for autographs and pictures. Tommy indulged them for a few minutes, as Adam watched from the sidelines, trying to calm his breathing. Finally, Tommy reached out and put his arm around Adam, steering him onto the bus.
The doors closed behind them and Tommy tilted his head toward the back. Adam merely nodded and followed him. Behind a heavy curtain was a king-sized bed. Tommy Joe kicked off his shoes and got on the bed. Adam did likewise, sitting as close to the other man as he dared.
“Did you like the show?” Tommy Joe asked, glancing up at Adam from under his fringe of blonde hair.
“Yeah, it was awesome,” Adam said. “I’ve seen you lots of times, and this was the best one yet.”
“Thanks.” He was silent for a moment, then he leaned over and placed a hand on Adam’s arm. “You know, you’re really hot.”
“So are you,” Adam said. “I’ve always thought so.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’m really into blondes that are smaller than I am.”
Tommy Joe grinned. “This isn’t my real hair color.”
“That’s okay,” Adam told him. And, suddenly, he couldn’t take it anymore; he had to kiss Tommy Joe.
They came together perfectly, lips open, tongues exploring hungrily, bodies pressed together, hands touching everywhere they could reach. Adam was dizzy with lust. Brazenly, he pushed Tommy Joe onto his back, breaking the kiss to stare down at him. They were both breathless. Adam ground his hardness against Tommy’s, secretly elated that the other man was just as aroused as he was.
“Take your clothes off,” Tommy Joe said. “I wanna see all of you.”
“You, too,” Adam said, and sat up to disrobe.
Once they were both naked, Tommy Joe stared at Adam’s impressive erection. “Oh, wow,” was all he could say.
Adam smiled proudly. He reached for Tommy again, eager to feel naked skin against naked skin, but Tommy Joe stopped him.
“Hold on,” he said. He leaned over to the side of the bed and opened a drawer, taking out a condom and a tube of lubrication. These he placed on top of the bed, before crawling onto Adam’s lap to commence making out again.
Adam’s brain was so fogged over with lust that he could barely think straight. He was vaguely aware that they didn’t have a whole lot of time. Licking his way up Tommy Joe’s neck, he paused for a moment to play with the piercings in his ears before saying roughly, “What do you want? I’ll do anything.”
Tommy didn’t hesitate. “I want you to fuck me.” He slid off of Adam’s lap and back onto the bed, where he rolled over onto his stomach.
“Wait,” Adam said. “Can we…do it face-to-face?”
“Yeah, okay,” Tommy Joe replied, turning over onto his back.
Seeing him that way - legs spread, cock hard and beginning to leak - drove the last traces of rationality from Adam’s mind. He slicked up his fingers with lube, and slowly began to breach Tommy’s hole, causing the blonde to shudder and moan deliciously. Adam leaned down and kissed him deeply, as his fingers moved and stretched inside.
“So tight,” Adam said. Finally, he couldn’t take any more. Hurriedly rolling the condom down his cock, he positioned himself at Tommy Joe’s entrance. “You ready?”
“Fuck, yeah,” came the breathless reply.
Adam thrust himself inside. They fucked hard and fast, Tommy Joe’s legs over Adam’s shoulders. Adam desperately wanted it to last, wanted to make it go on forever. Being inside Tommy felt so damn good, so damn right…
Tommy Joe grabbed hold of the sheets on either side of him and began cursing as Adam went deeper, harder. “Motherfuckin’ yes!” he cried, and reached down to jerk himself off in time to Adam’s thrusts.
Too soon it was all over. Tommy Joe came with a final shout, spilling over his hand and onto his stomach. Adam was right behind him; he felt his release from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced.
“Damn,” Tommy Joe said, “that was fantastic.”
“Yeah,” was all Adam could say. He was still tingling. He took off the condom and threw it away. Tommy grabbed a towel from off the floor and cleaned himself up.
“Well…the band’ll be coming on the bus soon.”
Adam’s heart sank. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay and fuck again, maybe even talk for a little while. But that obviously wasn’t going to happen. Swallowing his disappointment, he reached for his clothes.
“That was really great, thanks,” Tommy Joe said quietly, as they made their way back up to the front of the bus.
“You’re welcome,” Adam replied proudly. Suddenly, he stopped walking. He put his hand on Tommy’s shoulder so that he would stop, too. Tommy looked up at him questioningly. “Can I, uh, give you my phone number?” Adam asked. “In case you ever want to…”
“Hook up again?” Tommy Joe smiled. “Okay, sure.”
“This has been the greatest night of my life,” Adam told James on the drive home.
“So, how was he?” James asked.
“He was…scrumptious.” They both laughed.
“So, you finally got to fuck Tommy Joe Ratliff,” James said. “What’s your goal now?”
Adam grinned. “To do it again, of course!” But, truthfully, he wanted more than just sex.
He hoped that Tommy Joe would call him. In some strange way, Adam knew that they were meant to be together…and not just as a rock star and his number-one fan.
Author: glambaby66
Genre: AU, Porn with very little plot
Pairing: Adam/Tommy Joe
Word Count: 2,194
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None, I don't think?
Summary: Tommy Joe is a rock star, and Adam is...well, his number-one fan.
Disclaimer: I don't know these people. This is all make believe.
Additional Note: This is the first time in a long time that I've written anything, so I'm a bit rusty. Please be kind. :)
He was not a groupie.
Sure, he owned all of Tommy Joe Ratliff’s albums, had gone to see him in concert nearly a dozen times, and was a fixture on the internet message boards devoted to the talented young guitarist. So what if he thought Tommy Joe was kinda hot - okay, really hot - and would gladly sleep with him if asked. But, that didn’t make him a groupie, did it? That word called to mind someone desperate and pathetic, who was willing to do anything, no matter how sleazy or degrading, to be with a certain celebrity. Adam wasn’t like that. He admired Tommy Joe Ratliff’s musical genius, as well as his pretty-boy looks. It was admiration, nothing more. No, Adam Lambert was no groupie.
He stood in front of his mirror, putting on his eyeliner, part of his pre-concert ritual. He had to look just right for this evening. Tonight was a milestone: his tenth time seeing Tommy Joe Ratliff live. He was wearing his favorite t-shirt, adorned with just the right amount of glitter, his snuggest pair of jeans (torn just so), and his favorite pair of black, high-heeled boots. His dark hair was perfectly styled. Now, he just had to finish his makeup.
Five minutes later, a knock came at his bedroom door. James, Adam’s friend and roommate, poked his head inside. “You ready yet?”
“Almost,” Adam replied. He took a final glance in the mirror, asking, “How do I look?”
James shook his head with a smile. “Tommy Joe’s gonna notice you for sure.”
“He better,” Adam said, grinning. He tugged on his black, fingerless gloves and then grabbed the envelope containing the concert tickets from the top of the bureau, his heart beginning to pound in his chest. He and James had managed to get front-row tickets for the show. Tonight, he would see Tommy Joe Ratliff in all his glory, up close. “Let’s go,” he said to James. They headed out the door, with Adam letting out a whoop of joy.
The place was already crawling with fans when they arrived. People of all ages and walks of life, many sporting outrageous clothes and makeup, were milling around or clustered together in small groups. Several of them had their hair dyed blonde and combed over to the right side, in an effort to look like Tommy Joe himself. The air was heavy with excitement.
Adam couldn’t get to his seat fast enough. By the time he and James had sat down, Adam’s heart was in his throat just seeing how close they really were to the stage. I could reach right out and touch him, he thought, smiling at the mental image of him grabbing Tommy Joe’s slim ankle.
The arena filled up quickly. The energy was electric. Then the lights went down, and the crowd erupted into cheers and applause, jumping to their feet. Adam joined them, his heart beating a mile a minute. This was it!
The crowd began chanting, “Tom-my Joe! Tom-my Joe!” A loud guitar chord rang out, driving the audience even wilder. Adam struggled to see his idol, but all he could make out on the stage were shadows.
Suddenly, a spotlight came on, illuminating center stage…and there stood Tommy Joe, looking his usual small but perfect self. He wore tight leather pants and a red shirt with ruffles at the collar and cuffs. His face was exquisitely painted. He took Adam’s breath away.
Tommy Joe walked slowly toward the edge of the stage, his fingers on his guitar moving rapidly. The music was brash and beautiful. Adam thought, This is what the angels play in Heaven.
Adam lost count of how many songs Tommy Joe played. He couldn’t take his eyes off the guitarist, couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing about running up on stage and kissing him (and doing other things as well). He gazed up longingly at the tiny figure and sang along with every song. Every so often, a scream would come from somewhere in back of him: “I love you!” or, “Marry me, Tommy!” Adam would just roll his eyes. Tommy Joe was allegedly bisexual (if the rumors were to be believed), but Adam thought that if he ever got a chance with him, Tommy Joe would never want another girl ever again.
Sometime in the middle of the concert, as Tommy Joe was having some banter with the audience, he looked down and his gaze locked with Adam’s for a split second. Adam’s breath caught in his throat. He did the only thing he could think of…he flashed his most seductive smile. Tommy looked away, but not before Adam could see the answering flush on the young guitarist’s cheeks. Several more times, their eyes met; with each time, Adam got braver. He arched his eyebrow, he licked his lips, he mouthed the words, I want you. Each time, Tommy would grin a little and then look away.
I got you, Adam thought.
Then, shortly before the encore, a large, muscular man in a yellow shirt came up to Adam and asked, “You wanna come backstage?”
“Hell, yeah!” Adam cried. Suddenly, he remembered James. “Can my friend come, too?”
“Yeah, sure, I guess,” the guy said. He led them off to the side of the stage.
“Holy shit,” Adam said, grabbing James’ arm. “Do you believe this? I hope I don’t pass out.”
“You’re so dramatic,” James said, laughing. “You’ll be fine.”
Adam was so excited, he was afraid he was going to start hyperventilating. The yellow-shirted guy led them backstage to a room lined with couches and chairs and with tables covered with drinks and food. “Wait here,” he said gruffly, and left Adam and James alone in the room.
Adam bounced up in down like a small child. He could barely believe he was actually going to meet Tommy Joe Ratliff!
“You gonna ask him for his autograph?” James asked, half-jokingly.
“I’m gonna ask for his ass!” Adam replied, and they both laughed.
They could hear the concert wrapping up, the music of the band mixing with the screams of the crowd. They heard Tommy Joe bidding everyone goodnight…seconds later, the door flew open, and in he came, followed by the rest of the band. He immediately walked over to Adam. “Hey,” he said, a tad shyly.
“Hey,” Adam said.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m Adam. This is my friend, James.”
Tommy Joe nodded at James but barely looked at him. His eyes were focused entirely on Adam. He was tiny, Adam realized. Even with those silly platform shoes on, he was still quite a bit shorter than Adam. Adam was taken with a sudden urge to envelope the other man in a big, protective hug.
“Let me go get cleaned up,” Tommy said, “and I’ll be right back.”
It seemed to take forever, but he finally re-emerged, now dressed in jeans and a gray-and-white-striped hoodie, his face devoid of all makeup. Adam thought he looked positively gorgeous.
His thoughts must have shown plainly on his face, for Tommy Joe looked at him intently for a moment before asking, “You wanna come on the bus for a while?”
“The tour bus?” Adam asked, instantly feeling stupid. Of course he meant the tour bus! “Yeah, sure!” He looked over at James and smiled widely.
“I’ll, uh, stay here,” James said. “I’ll talk to the band. Just come back and get me before you leave.”
Adam followed Tommy Joe outside. A large crowd had gathered near the bus, and when they saw Tommy, they began screaming and asking for autographs and pictures. Tommy indulged them for a few minutes, as Adam watched from the sidelines, trying to calm his breathing. Finally, Tommy reached out and put his arm around Adam, steering him onto the bus.
The doors closed behind them and Tommy tilted his head toward the back. Adam merely nodded and followed him. Behind a heavy curtain was a king-sized bed. Tommy Joe kicked off his shoes and got on the bed. Adam did likewise, sitting as close to the other man as he dared.
“Did you like the show?” Tommy Joe asked, glancing up at Adam from under his fringe of blonde hair.
“Yeah, it was awesome,” Adam said. “I’ve seen you lots of times, and this was the best one yet.”
“Thanks.” He was silent for a moment, then he leaned over and placed a hand on Adam’s arm. “You know, you’re really hot.”
“So are you,” Adam said. “I’ve always thought so.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I’m really into blondes that are smaller than I am.”
Tommy Joe grinned. “This isn’t my real hair color.”
“That’s okay,” Adam told him. And, suddenly, he couldn’t take it anymore; he had to kiss Tommy Joe.
They came together perfectly, lips open, tongues exploring hungrily, bodies pressed together, hands touching everywhere they could reach. Adam was dizzy with lust. Brazenly, he pushed Tommy Joe onto his back, breaking the kiss to stare down at him. They were both breathless. Adam ground his hardness against Tommy’s, secretly elated that the other man was just as aroused as he was.
“Take your clothes off,” Tommy Joe said. “I wanna see all of you.”
“You, too,” Adam said, and sat up to disrobe.
Once they were both naked, Tommy Joe stared at Adam’s impressive erection. “Oh, wow,” was all he could say.
Adam smiled proudly. He reached for Tommy again, eager to feel naked skin against naked skin, but Tommy Joe stopped him.
“Hold on,” he said. He leaned over to the side of the bed and opened a drawer, taking out a condom and a tube of lubrication. These he placed on top of the bed, before crawling onto Adam’s lap to commence making out again.
Adam’s brain was so fogged over with lust that he could barely think straight. He was vaguely aware that they didn’t have a whole lot of time. Licking his way up Tommy Joe’s neck, he paused for a moment to play with the piercings in his ears before saying roughly, “What do you want? I’ll do anything.”
Tommy didn’t hesitate. “I want you to fuck me.” He slid off of Adam’s lap and back onto the bed, where he rolled over onto his stomach.
“Wait,” Adam said. “Can we…do it face-to-face?”
“Yeah, okay,” Tommy Joe replied, turning over onto his back.
Seeing him that way - legs spread, cock hard and beginning to leak - drove the last traces of rationality from Adam’s mind. He slicked up his fingers with lube, and slowly began to breach Tommy’s hole, causing the blonde to shudder and moan deliciously. Adam leaned down and kissed him deeply, as his fingers moved and stretched inside.
“So tight,” Adam said. Finally, he couldn’t take any more. Hurriedly rolling the condom down his cock, he positioned himself at Tommy Joe’s entrance. “You ready?”
“Fuck, yeah,” came the breathless reply.
Adam thrust himself inside. They fucked hard and fast, Tommy Joe’s legs over Adam’s shoulders. Adam desperately wanted it to last, wanted to make it go on forever. Being inside Tommy felt so damn good, so damn right…
Tommy Joe grabbed hold of the sheets on either side of him and began cursing as Adam went deeper, harder. “Motherfuckin’ yes!” he cried, and reached down to jerk himself off in time to Adam’s thrusts.
Too soon it was all over. Tommy Joe came with a final shout, spilling over his hand and onto his stomach. Adam was right behind him; he felt his release from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. It was the most incredible thing he’d ever experienced.
“Damn,” Tommy Joe said, “that was fantastic.”
“Yeah,” was all Adam could say. He was still tingling. He took off the condom and threw it away. Tommy grabbed a towel from off the floor and cleaned himself up.
“Well…the band’ll be coming on the bus soon.”
Adam’s heart sank. He didn’t want to leave. He wanted to stay and fuck again, maybe even talk for a little while. But that obviously wasn’t going to happen. Swallowing his disappointment, he reached for his clothes.
“That was really great, thanks,” Tommy Joe said quietly, as they made their way back up to the front of the bus.
“You’re welcome,” Adam replied proudly. Suddenly, he stopped walking. He put his hand on Tommy’s shoulder so that he would stop, too. Tommy looked up at him questioningly. “Can I, uh, give you my phone number?” Adam asked. “In case you ever want to…”
“Hook up again?” Tommy Joe smiled. “Okay, sure.”
“This has been the greatest night of my life,” Adam told James on the drive home.
“So, how was he?” James asked.
“He was…scrumptious.” They both laughed.
“So, you finally got to fuck Tommy Joe Ratliff,” James said. “What’s your goal now?”
Adam grinned. “To do it again, of course!” But, truthfully, he wanted more than just sex.
He hoped that Tommy Joe would call him. In some strange way, Adam knew that they were meant to be together…and not just as a rock star and his number-one fan.