Some Things Cannot Be Undiscovered, 1/1... maybe
Some Things Cannot Be Undiscovered
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: R
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary: It all started when Adam snagged Tommy's iPod... Basically a funny little fic about Tommy's strange little mind and Adam's reaction to it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, total work of fiction, blah blah blah
Author's Note: Okay, so we all know how Tommy is a massive fanboy sometimes, right? Well, this was spurred into existence by a certain playlist that may or may not exist somewhere that may or may not have both some Manson and some Adam on it (among other things)... won't say who, what, when, or where (or if it's even true, lol) but it is worth the hilarity to read this. NOTE: Currently it was in the process of being made into a LONGER oneshot but I'm kinda happy with where it is now... HOWEVER if I do write a second part (probably continuing right from where this leaves off)I'll let you guys know, K?
It all started when Adam snagged Tommy’s iPod rather than his own on the way out the door. It wasn’t necessarily a mistake, his was dead and he forgot to charge it, but he planned on telling Tommy it was (they were similarly shaped and colored after all).
However, whilst waiting before an interview was slated to start, he was flipping through and found a playlist that… well, it stuck out.
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Adam sat down at the table and smiled. “Hi Sutan, great to see you,” he started, and then thrust the iPod at him. “Look at this and tell me if I’m misreading because I’m a filthy minded pervert,” he demanded and Sutan raised an eyebrow s he took the iPod.
Sutan frowned. “Does that title say what I think it says?!” he asked, reading the playlist titled seckzeetymez comp. “Sexy times compilation?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow. “What the fuck?’ he asked, then clicked a few buttons before frowning. “Dude… this isn’t yours,” he said and Adam snorted.
“No it’s not,” he said, then gestured. “Look at what’s in that playlist and tell me what the fuck I’m clearly out of the loop on at home,” he instructed and Sutan snickered.
“Dude… this is Tommy’s sex-soundtrack playlist?” he asked, smirking. “Why Adam, you dirty, dirty boy-“
“I had no clue that existed,” he defended. “I sure as hell have never once had sex listening to my own damn voice,” he said, then shuddered. “Or that other shit,” he pointed out.
Sutan snickered softly, eyes trained on the playlist. “Don’t let TommyJoe hear you calling his Manson ‘shit’,” he warned teasingly and Adam groaned.
“Please God tell me my formerly straight boyfriend doesn’t actually have a sexual crush on that man. Please,” he whined, his fingertips against his temple as he looked around.
Sutan snickered. “Well this masturbation playlist is full of your songs and Marilyn Manson, honey,” he teased. He smirked. “Aww, at least you know he thinks about you-“
Adam glowered. “That’s not helping at all, bitch,” he said.
Sutan rolled his eyes. “Come on, Adam, it’s not like you caught him sucking Manson’s dick or something. Besides he was openly a huge fanboy before you even won his heart. You can’t expect his level of fanboy-ing to be any less creepy and dramatic than all those girls and boys who want to dip you in honey and roll around on a bed of roses with you,” he pointed out.
Adam snorted. “It’s just weird, you know? He’s pretty much a straight man who happened to fall for another guy, you know? It’s just weird that his obsession is that far, you know?” he said.
Sutan shrugged. “The guy’s a pretty intense boy, Adam. His obsession is just another part of his intensity,” he said simply. He snickered. “Besides, I’d be more concerned about why my boyfriend has the music that was his job for a long tour on his naughty alone time list,” he pointed out. “That’s fucked up. Does that mean he was playing the same songs he listened to later alone?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Adam frowned. “That would explain so much,” he said distantly. “Really,” he pointed out.
Sutan burst into giggles. “Your boyfriend’s a freak,” he said and Adam rolled his eyes.
“Hey now, he’s not a freak. He’s just… odd,” he said, shrugging. He groaned. “Now I’m gonna keep wondering about the whole ‘listening to Manson when he’s jerking off’ thing though,” he said, groaning. “Oh my God why did I grab his iPod?!?” he whined dramatically.
Sutan snickered. “Just ask him about it when you get home,” he suggested and Adam shot him a look.
“Would you like someone asking you about what you listen to when you masturbate?!” he hissed.
Sutan shrugged. “Wouldn’t care really. Especially if it was my boyfriend,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, no,” Adam said, shaking his head. “If he gets embarrassed and defensive, I’ll probably go a week or two without sex. No thanks,” he said, and Sutan snorted.
“You really think he’d hold out on you-“
“He’s done it before and he gets evil about it,” Adam stressed. “We had an argument once and I said something about all he wanted me for was sex and then he refused to sleep with me for three weeks, damn it. And he walked around in his hottest outfits the whole time. On purpose,” he pointed out. “He can be evil when he wants and I am not putting up with that shit again, I’ll tell you right now.” He cringed. “The first few days he went and slept in the guest room and that was almost worse than weeks without sex right there,” he said, shrugging.
Sutan snickered. “You sappy bastard-“
“I love my boyfriend, kiss my ass,” he whined. “It’s bad enough when he’s off with his buddies and off playing with those bands he plays with and I don’t really see him for a few days. It’s ridiculous to live with somebody and not see them because you’re asleep when he gets home and he’s asleep when you leave,” he said, pouting.
Sutan smirked. “Oh yeah, that guy who keeps trying to kiss Tommy, right?” he asked and Adam frowned.
“Say what?”
Sutan nodded. “Oh yeah, I found a link on twitter. That guy keeps trying to kiss him and Tommy like… is having none of it,” he said, snickering. “Well, okay, he may not actually be trying to kiss him, sometimes they do the whole heads-together playing in rock bands, but it looks like he’s going in and Tommy always turns away like a big ‘access denied’ sign,” he said, giggling gleefully. “I love your boyfriend, by the way,” he pointed out.
Adam hummed. “I haven’t heard a damn thing about one of Tommy’s friends trying to kiss him.” His eyes darkened. “That’s fucked up, dude. Tommy’s like… mine. Even when it was just for show, stage-kisses are mine.”
Sutan snickered. “Better hope he never magically becomes friends with Marilyn Manson then,” he said and Adam glared.
“That is not even funny,” he whined, pouting suddenly. “He’d totally leave me to go hang out with that crazy old bastard,” he grumbled, earning a teasing grin from Sutan.
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When Tommy got home, Adam was sitting up, stalking twitter from his spot on the bed with his laptop in his lap. Tommy came walking in and smiled when he spotted Adam still awake. “Hey, you’re still up,” he said, walking over. He shucked his jacket and held it in one hand as he leaned over, kissing Adam.
“Good show?” Adam asked and Tommy snickered, nodding.
“Dude, we played at a strip club,” he said and Adam raised an eyebrow. “Seriously, there was a naked chick swinging on a pole like… right beside me the whole time. It was great,” he said, taking off his boots.
Adam hummed. “Who watches a band playing when there are naked people swinging on poles there?” he asked in confusion.
Tommy shrugged. “Apparently it’s not unheard of to have live music at strip clubs,” he said.
Adam snickered. “Hey remember that time you drank all that tequila-“
Tommy shot him a look and pointed. “That night didn’t happen!” he cried. “I haven’t ever stripped OR spun on a stripper pole. No,” he said.
Adam smirked. “Oh yeah?” he teased and Tommy whined, flopping back on the bed. Adam raised an eyebrow at the spot on Tommy’s jaw. “Uh… the fuck happened to your face?” he asked, putting aside his laptop to lean closer. He reached out and brushed his finger along the bruised area, frowning more when Tommy flinched away.
“Ow, fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his face. He sat up. “I may have punched one of my friends and he punched me back,” he said and Adam gaped. “Nothing serious, we were drinking and when I hit him he just swung back on instinct,” he said, shrugging.
“Why did you hit him?” he asked curiously.
Tommy groaned. “There was whisky and an argument about whether or not industrial is a valid genre of metal,” he said, shaking his head. “It was stupid to get into a fistfight but I’ve fought over less,” he said. “I should tell you the story about the great Last Beer Battle of oh-three,” he said and Adam rolled his eyes.
“I swear sometimes,” he snorted at himself as he flopped back against the pillows propping him up. “Out of all the nice boys I’ve met and great guys I’ve dated, how the fuck did you end up being the one for me?” he asked, smiling a crooked little smile with a raised eyebrow.
Tommy sat up, gasping. “I resent that,” he said, then crawled up the bed to flop down on his side beside Adam. “You like my kind of crazy,” he said, nudging Adam’s hip.
Adam rolled his eyes. “I think it’s just the alternative thing. You’re so unlike any of the nice guys I’ve been with and yet still attractive,” he said. He shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just finally gone round the bend,” he said and Tommy smiled up at him.
“Maybe I’m just your Curt Wilde?” he teased and Adam snorted.
“If anybody is Curt Wilde it’s me,” he said then frowned. “Without the whole methadone thing,” he mentioned in passing.
Tommy smirked. “Maybe next tour around you should light the stage on fire one night,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Adam laughed. “Or we can just put up a stripper pole beside you-“
“THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN!” he cried indignantly. He whined, flopping against Adam’s leg, hiding his face in Adam’s thigh. “If I don’t remember it in perfect detail, it didn’t happen!”
Adam petted his head. “Keep telling yourself that, baby,” he said with a teasing smile.
Tommy glowered, then frowned. “The fuck?” he asked, lifting his head to look at the screen. “Is that my twitter account?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Adam chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not signed on as you, I’m just stalking your page,” he said, smirking. “Fangirls are really filthy towards you,” he pointed out. “This one here sent you a picture of her tits,” he said, pointing.
Tommy hummed. “Are they good tits?” he asked, pillowing his head on Adam’s leg as he looked at the screen.
Adam shot him a look. “Gay here,” he pointed out. “I know objectively what a nice set of boobs is like, but I’m not the best judge here,” he pointed out. “Now cocks, I can tell a quality cock at a glance,” he said and Tommy laughed.
“Oh yeah?” he asked and Adam nodded. “So, how’s mine?” he teased wiggling his eyebrows.
Adam snickered. “Terrible,” he said flatly. “Worst cock ever.”
Tommy rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh, I see how it is,” he said, then grinned up at him. “Alright, objectively, how are the tits in the picture?” he asked.
Adam shrugged. “Too big for my taste. And seemingly most likely fake,” he added.
Tommy just rolled his eyes. “God you are gay,” he groaned. “Big fake tits aren’t usually that bad of a thing. Actually they’re usually a good thing!”
Adam shrugged. “I like medium sized natural boobs. All the times I’ve ever had any experience with boobs, I like the ones that are soft and fit in my palms,” he said and Tommy just looked at him with his jaw hanging open. “What?” he asked.
“Forgive me for saying this, but that may be the hottest thing I ever heard you say,” Tommy said in a shocked flat voice. “Wow, boyfriend talking about playing with a chick’s tits can now go on my list of ‘hottest things ever’,” he said.
Adam rolled his eyes. “Only it was never anything dirty, just… well okay there was that one girl the summer after I graduated high school where I thought maybe I could be bisexual, not gay, and we made out and I played with her boobs, but that doesn’t count cause it just cemented that I’m probably a solid five on the Kinsey scale, if not a five and three quarters.”
Tommy raised an eyebrow. “I think someone that close to a six would be afraid of boobs,” he pointed out.
Adam shrugged. “You were pretty damn close to a one and you’re not afraid of dick,” he said.
Tommy smirked. “I’m nowhere near a one. I’d say a solid two. Don’t even try and think you’re the only guy I’ve ever messed around with,” he said, grinning. “Just the only one where it went past the clothes.”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Whatever, TommyJoe.”
Tommy grinned up at him. “I’m serious! I had this friend, Joe, right-“
Adam glowered. “No, I like thinking it’s only me you like,” he said.
Tommy smiled. “Adam, baby, you’re he only one I ever let get me naked,” he asserted. “Like you said with that chick, minimal groping went down but nothing past the clothes.” He snickered. “Hell, I’ve gone that far with Isaac,” he pointed out.
Adam snorted. “You making out with Isaac fucks with my head cause he’s not personally attractive to me but when you’re kissing him he is suddenly hot,” he said.
Tommy sat up, leaning over for a kiss. “Cause you looove me,” he teased, pecking his lips again. “And I’m the right kind of pretty to make anybody hot,” he added. He smirked. “What would you do if I was making out with a really hot chick? Think it would make you semi-bisexual?” he asked.
Adam glared. “No kissing hot chicks. Isaac’s off the market so it’s okay, but hot girls are your normal thing and I’ll be so jealous,” he said.
Tommy gave him a sweet smile. “Adam,” he said softly, reaching out to stroke his cheek before leaning in for a kiss. “You’re my normal thing now. My Babyboy,” he said, kissing him slowly.
Adam whined. “Alright that was so sweet,” he said, smiling at him with a bright smile.
Tommy grinned. “I can be sweet for you,” he said shrugging. He leaned into his side and looked at the laptop. “Whoa those are some pretty sweet tits,” he said and Adam shot him a look. Tommy smirked. “Don’t worry,” he said solemnly. “Your tits are the best-“
“Oh my God, fuck you, TommyJoe,” Adam laughed, shoving him to the side, rolling his eyes as Tommy just laughed.
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Adam waited until the next morning to bring up the iPod at possibly the most unusual time. Tommy was still mostly asleep as Adam practically cuddle-raped him to death. Adam usually woke up either already alone or about to leave Tommy alone so waking up when they both had nothing to do all morning made it impossible to not curl himself as twisty-around Tommy as possible and touch Tommy’s sleep-warm body all over. It was mostly innocent, since Adam was still half-asleep himself. He was snuggled up behind Tommy, who was half-way to his stomach, arms around his middle, hands stroking his belly, and lips caressing the bare neck exposed to him.
“Adam,” Tommy grumbled sleepily. “Stop molesting me and let me sleep,” he whined, pressing his face into the pillow.
Adam smiled gleefully. “But you’re my Tommy,” he said sleepily, pushing his face into the hollow between Tommy’s shoulder blades. The old-ass tee shirt Tommy was wearing was so soft and warm from being trapped between a tiny Tommy and Adam’s broad chest all night. “Cuddles are obligatory,” he grumbled, throwing a leg over Tommy’s thigh as he clung as close as possible.
Tommy whuffed out tiny little sleepy giggles. “It’s too early to use big words,” he claimed and Adam hummed, sliding a hand up Tommy’s shirt to pet his warm skin.
“S’not big,” he mumbled, nuzzling Tommy’s shoulder like a cat.
Tommy snickered, pressing his hips back. “Not what I’d call little,” he said and Adam giggled at his dirty little mind.
“Pervert,” he said, sneakily rocking against his ass before wiggling around to manhandle Tommy into being a teddy bear again, not a little spoon. “Mine,” he said playfully, kissing Tommy’s head.
Tommy sighed, relaxing. “Yep, yours and metal’s minion,” he mumbled and Adam chuckled, only to stop suddenly.
“Tommy… I borrowed your iPod yesterday,” he said and Tommy paused.
“Um, okay?”
Adam sighed, suddenly feeling awake. “I have… well, I needed to talk to you about it,” he said and Tommy wiggled around to face him, a confused little pout firmly in place that made Adam’s inner girl go ‘awwwww!’.
“Did you break my iPod?” he asked flatly.
“NO!” Adam said, then winced. “I just… well…” he sighed heavily. “Why is there a playlist with a suspicious title full of nothing but me and Marilyn Manson?” he asked in a rush.
Tommy’s eyes widened and he blinked. “Okay, nevermind, going back to sleep now!” he said quickly, rolling over fast.
Adam rolled his eyes, catching Tommy. “Nu-uh Glitterbaby,” he said, sitting up to lean over Tommy and look at his face. “Not so fast.”
Tommy whined, pressing his face into the pillow. “No comment!” he said, voice muffled by pillow.
Adam smacked his flat little ass, earning a squeak as his hand connected with pajama pants. “TommyJoe, explain why your fantasizing playlist involves songs you play for a living and songs by a really ugly old creep,” he said and Tommy frowned as he twisted around and sat up quickly.
“Hey, Manson isn’t ugly!” he said, then blushed. “Um… much?” he tried.
Adam just blinked. “You’re at least nine-tenths heterosexual,” he stressed. “Why on earth are you fantasizing about that ugly old fuck?” he asked, confused.
Tommy whined, turning bright pink. “I just… oh look a squirrel!” he cried, gesturing to the window before leaping out of bed quickly.
Adam snorted. “Where are you gonna go, Tommy?” he asked, facing him with the covers piled around his waist. “You kinda live here and I’m not gonna let this go,” he said and Tommy pouted.
“I never tease you about your fantasies!” he said. “And you have some fucked fantasies,” he pointed out.
Adam held his chin up defiantly. “I say the one of you being a fairy with pretty glittery wings and us having mid-air sex is not at all fucked up!” he defended.
Tommy snorted. “Then neither is the one of Manson licking my thighs,” he said, then froze, looking horrified at himself.
Adam gaped. “HUH?!?” he cried, eyes bugging out.
Tommy squeaked. “NOTHING!” he cried then ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
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Adam’s shoulder’s stiffened as he heard Tommy creeping into the kitchen behind him as he fixed them both breakfast. “So,” he said, hearing bare-feet stop on the way to the refrigerator. “Licking your thighs, huh?” he asked, making a disgusted face down at the counter in front of him.
“Eurgh,” Tommy groaned. “Can we please not go there?” he asked, whimpering.
Adam turned to glance at him, gesturing with a spoon. “I want to wrap my head around my semi-straight boyfriend having fucked up fantasies about possibly the grossest of all the rock stars ever,” he stressed. “I mean, it’s not even Johnny Depp, which is most straight guy’s man-crush… hell, it’s not even Antonio Banderas, which is any guy’s man-crush!” he said dramatically.
Tommy whined. “Aaddaaaaaammmmm,” he whined, pouting at him dramatically. “Don’t tease me about my freaky mind, okay? I don’t tease you about the sex dream about Monte-“
“WE AGREED TO NEVER BRING THAT UP AGAIN!” Adam cried, shuddering. “And besides, that wasn’t a fantasy, it was a nightmare,” he pointed out.
Tommy snickered. “You dreamed about sucking Monte’s dick, dude. How is that not worse than Manson for me?” he asked.
Adam snorted. “At least Monte’s semi-attractive.” He groaned. “I don’t know, if it were like… Isaac, I’d understand. Or at least someone half-hot. It’s just… Manson!”
Tommy shrugged. “There used to be this girl I dated that would strip to Manson songs and it kinda made me start thinking about Manson in a sexy way and realized ‘oh hey… he kinda does it for me’ you know?”
Adam blinked. “A girl stripped to that shit?” he asked and Tommy shot him a look. “There is nothing sexy at all about any song ever!” he said pointedly.
Tommy snickered. “The beats are totally slow and dirty sometimes or fast and hard sometimes. The music itself is like sex, okay? Sure, my fantasies about him are fucked up, I admit this. But the music itself, if you ignore the words, can be pretty much ear-fucking,” he pointed out. He suddenly smiled sweetly as he slinked over to Adam’s side. “Kinda like how your voice owns me,” he said, fluttering his eyelashes.
Adam snorted, rolling his eyes. “Baby, I know all your tricks by now,” he said and Tommy huffed and pouted.
“You’re no fun!” he whined, stomping over to the table. “You aren’t even trying to give me benefit of the doubt about my fantasies but I don’t blame you for your fucked up brain.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “What’s fucked up about my brain?” he asked.
Tommy shot him a look. “You dated a hyper monkey slut and then a dirty creep in succession. For ages,” he stressed.
Adam snickered. “Baby, first off, do you want to be the pot or the kettle?” he said and Tommy flipped him off. “And he’s not a dirty creep, he just wants you naked so he gets sorta intense,” he said.
Tommy snorted. “Two of your friends threatened to disembowel me if I made you monogamous again and actually sent me threatening tweets when I succeeded,” he pointed out.
Adam blinked. “Eh, okay, I do have some fucked up friends,” he pointed out. “But really, they just wanted me to give in and do them both,” he said, walking over with toast and fruit for them both. “Besides,” he leaned across the table and kissed Tommy sweetly. “You’re my little creep,” he said affectionately.
Tommy snickered. “So you can put aside my fantasies?” he asked.
Adam scoffed. “Hell no, I’m exploiting them to get what I want,” he said and Tommy whined dramatically.
“I hate you sometimes,” he grumbled.
Adam just grinned. “Love you too, baby-cakes!” he said brightly, fluttering his eyelashes playfully. “I think that today we’re going shopping for you some new clothes,” he said and Tommy gaped.
“You wouldn’t-“
“And if you don’t let me dress you up how I want, I’ll be sure to ‘accidentally’ tell Sutan about your thigh-licking fantasies,” he threatened and Tommy glowered but then bit his lip, grinning.
“You know,” he started, looking down at his plate. “I’m sure you could always… replace that fantasy,” he suggested and Adam raised an eyebrow. Tommy smirked. “I may just have a thigh thing, no Manson’s involved.”
Adam snickered, rolling his eyes. “Nice try, we’re going shopping!” he said brightly.
Tommy just groaned. “Damn it.”
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: R
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary: It all started when Adam snagged Tommy's iPod... Basically a funny little fic about Tommy's strange little mind and Adam's reaction to it.
Disclaimer: Not mine, total work of fiction, blah blah blah
Author's Note: Okay, so we all know how Tommy is a massive fanboy sometimes, right? Well, this was spurred into existence by a certain playlist that may or may not exist somewhere that may or may not have both some Manson and some Adam on it (among other things)... won't say who, what, when, or where (or if it's even true, lol) but it is worth the hilarity to read this. NOTE: Currently it was in the process of being made into a LONGER oneshot but I'm kinda happy with where it is now... HOWEVER if I do write a second part (probably continuing right from where this leaves off)I'll let you guys know, K?
It all started when Adam snagged Tommy’s iPod rather than his own on the way out the door. It wasn’t necessarily a mistake, his was dead and he forgot to charge it, but he planned on telling Tommy it was (they were similarly shaped and colored after all).
However, whilst waiting before an interview was slated to start, he was flipping through and found a playlist that… well, it stuck out.
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Adam sat down at the table and smiled. “Hi Sutan, great to see you,” he started, and then thrust the iPod at him. “Look at this and tell me if I’m misreading because I’m a filthy minded pervert,” he demanded and Sutan raised an eyebrow s he took the iPod.
Sutan frowned. “Does that title say what I think it says?!” he asked, reading the playlist titled seckzeetymez comp. “Sexy times compilation?” he asked with a quirked eyebrow. “What the fuck?’ he asked, then clicked a few buttons before frowning. “Dude… this isn’t yours,” he said and Adam snorted.
“No it’s not,” he said, then gestured. “Look at what’s in that playlist and tell me what the fuck I’m clearly out of the loop on at home,” he instructed and Sutan snickered.
“Dude… this is Tommy’s sex-soundtrack playlist?” he asked, smirking. “Why Adam, you dirty, dirty boy-“
“I had no clue that existed,” he defended. “I sure as hell have never once had sex listening to my own damn voice,” he said, then shuddered. “Or that other shit,” he pointed out.
Sutan snickered softly, eyes trained on the playlist. “Don’t let TommyJoe hear you calling his Manson ‘shit’,” he warned teasingly and Adam groaned.
“Please God tell me my formerly straight boyfriend doesn’t actually have a sexual crush on that man. Please,” he whined, his fingertips against his temple as he looked around.
Sutan snickered. “Well this masturbation playlist is full of your songs and Marilyn Manson, honey,” he teased. He smirked. “Aww, at least you know he thinks about you-“
Adam glowered. “That’s not helping at all, bitch,” he said.
Sutan rolled his eyes. “Come on, Adam, it’s not like you caught him sucking Manson’s dick or something. Besides he was openly a huge fanboy before you even won his heart. You can’t expect his level of fanboy-ing to be any less creepy and dramatic than all those girls and boys who want to dip you in honey and roll around on a bed of roses with you,” he pointed out.
Adam snorted. “It’s just weird, you know? He’s pretty much a straight man who happened to fall for another guy, you know? It’s just weird that his obsession is that far, you know?” he said.
Sutan shrugged. “The guy’s a pretty intense boy, Adam. His obsession is just another part of his intensity,” he said simply. He snickered. “Besides, I’d be more concerned about why my boyfriend has the music that was his job for a long tour on his naughty alone time list,” he pointed out. “That’s fucked up. Does that mean he was playing the same songs he listened to later alone?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
Adam frowned. “That would explain so much,” he said distantly. “Really,” he pointed out.
Sutan burst into giggles. “Your boyfriend’s a freak,” he said and Adam rolled his eyes.
“Hey now, he’s not a freak. He’s just… odd,” he said, shrugging. He groaned. “Now I’m gonna keep wondering about the whole ‘listening to Manson when he’s jerking off’ thing though,” he said, groaning. “Oh my God why did I grab his iPod?!?” he whined dramatically.
Sutan snickered. “Just ask him about it when you get home,” he suggested and Adam shot him a look.
“Would you like someone asking you about what you listen to when you masturbate?!” he hissed.
Sutan shrugged. “Wouldn’t care really. Especially if it was my boyfriend,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, no,” Adam said, shaking his head. “If he gets embarrassed and defensive, I’ll probably go a week or two without sex. No thanks,” he said, and Sutan snorted.
“You really think he’d hold out on you-“
“He’s done it before and he gets evil about it,” Adam stressed. “We had an argument once and I said something about all he wanted me for was sex and then he refused to sleep with me for three weeks, damn it. And he walked around in his hottest outfits the whole time. On purpose,” he pointed out. “He can be evil when he wants and I am not putting up with that shit again, I’ll tell you right now.” He cringed. “The first few days he went and slept in the guest room and that was almost worse than weeks without sex right there,” he said, shrugging.
Sutan snickered. “You sappy bastard-“
“I love my boyfriend, kiss my ass,” he whined. “It’s bad enough when he’s off with his buddies and off playing with those bands he plays with and I don’t really see him for a few days. It’s ridiculous to live with somebody and not see them because you’re asleep when he gets home and he’s asleep when you leave,” he said, pouting.
Sutan smirked. “Oh yeah, that guy who keeps trying to kiss Tommy, right?” he asked and Adam frowned.
“Say what?”
Sutan nodded. “Oh yeah, I found a link on twitter. That guy keeps trying to kiss him and Tommy like… is having none of it,” he said, snickering. “Well, okay, he may not actually be trying to kiss him, sometimes they do the whole heads-together playing in rock bands, but it looks like he’s going in and Tommy always turns away like a big ‘access denied’ sign,” he said, giggling gleefully. “I love your boyfriend, by the way,” he pointed out.
Adam hummed. “I haven’t heard a damn thing about one of Tommy’s friends trying to kiss him.” His eyes darkened. “That’s fucked up, dude. Tommy’s like… mine. Even when it was just for show, stage-kisses are mine.”
Sutan snickered. “Better hope he never magically becomes friends with Marilyn Manson then,” he said and Adam glared.
“That is not even funny,” he whined, pouting suddenly. “He’d totally leave me to go hang out with that crazy old bastard,” he grumbled, earning a teasing grin from Sutan.
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When Tommy got home, Adam was sitting up, stalking twitter from his spot on the bed with his laptop in his lap. Tommy came walking in and smiled when he spotted Adam still awake. “Hey, you’re still up,” he said, walking over. He shucked his jacket and held it in one hand as he leaned over, kissing Adam.
“Good show?” Adam asked and Tommy snickered, nodding.
“Dude, we played at a strip club,” he said and Adam raised an eyebrow. “Seriously, there was a naked chick swinging on a pole like… right beside me the whole time. It was great,” he said, taking off his boots.
Adam hummed. “Who watches a band playing when there are naked people swinging on poles there?” he asked in confusion.
Tommy shrugged. “Apparently it’s not unheard of to have live music at strip clubs,” he said.
Adam snickered. “Hey remember that time you drank all that tequila-“
Tommy shot him a look and pointed. “That night didn’t happen!” he cried. “I haven’t ever stripped OR spun on a stripper pole. No,” he said.
Adam smirked. “Oh yeah?” he teased and Tommy whined, flopping back on the bed. Adam raised an eyebrow at the spot on Tommy’s jaw. “Uh… the fuck happened to your face?” he asked, putting aside his laptop to lean closer. He reached out and brushed his finger along the bruised area, frowning more when Tommy flinched away.
“Ow, fuck,” he groaned, rubbing his face. He sat up. “I may have punched one of my friends and he punched me back,” he said and Adam gaped. “Nothing serious, we were drinking and when I hit him he just swung back on instinct,” he said, shrugging.
“Why did you hit him?” he asked curiously.
Tommy groaned. “There was whisky and an argument about whether or not industrial is a valid genre of metal,” he said, shaking his head. “It was stupid to get into a fistfight but I’ve fought over less,” he said. “I should tell you the story about the great Last Beer Battle of oh-three,” he said and Adam rolled his eyes.
“I swear sometimes,” he snorted at himself as he flopped back against the pillows propping him up. “Out of all the nice boys I’ve met and great guys I’ve dated, how the fuck did you end up being the one for me?” he asked, smiling a crooked little smile with a raised eyebrow.
Tommy sat up, gasping. “I resent that,” he said, then crawled up the bed to flop down on his side beside Adam. “You like my kind of crazy,” he said, nudging Adam’s hip.
Adam rolled his eyes. “I think it’s just the alternative thing. You’re so unlike any of the nice guys I’ve been with and yet still attractive,” he said. He shrugged. “I don’t know, maybe I’m just finally gone round the bend,” he said and Tommy smiled up at him.
“Maybe I’m just your Curt Wilde?” he teased and Adam snorted.
“If anybody is Curt Wilde it’s me,” he said then frowned. “Without the whole methadone thing,” he mentioned in passing.
Tommy smirked. “Maybe next tour around you should light the stage on fire one night,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
Adam laughed. “Or we can just put up a stripper pole beside you-“
“THAT DIDN’T HAPPEN!” he cried indignantly. He whined, flopping against Adam’s leg, hiding his face in Adam’s thigh. “If I don’t remember it in perfect detail, it didn’t happen!”
Adam petted his head. “Keep telling yourself that, baby,” he said with a teasing smile.
Tommy glowered, then frowned. “The fuck?” he asked, lifting his head to look at the screen. “Is that my twitter account?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Adam chuckled. “Don’t worry, I’m not signed on as you, I’m just stalking your page,” he said, smirking. “Fangirls are really filthy towards you,” he pointed out. “This one here sent you a picture of her tits,” he said, pointing.
Tommy hummed. “Are they good tits?” he asked, pillowing his head on Adam’s leg as he looked at the screen.
Adam shot him a look. “Gay here,” he pointed out. “I know objectively what a nice set of boobs is like, but I’m not the best judge here,” he pointed out. “Now cocks, I can tell a quality cock at a glance,” he said and Tommy laughed.
“Oh yeah?” he asked and Adam nodded. “So, how’s mine?” he teased wiggling his eyebrows.
Adam snickered. “Terrible,” he said flatly. “Worst cock ever.”
Tommy rolled his eyes. “Uh-huh, I see how it is,” he said, then grinned up at him. “Alright, objectively, how are the tits in the picture?” he asked.
Adam shrugged. “Too big for my taste. And seemingly most likely fake,” he added.
Tommy just rolled his eyes. “God you are gay,” he groaned. “Big fake tits aren’t usually that bad of a thing. Actually they’re usually a good thing!”
Adam shrugged. “I like medium sized natural boobs. All the times I’ve ever had any experience with boobs, I like the ones that are soft and fit in my palms,” he said and Tommy just looked at him with his jaw hanging open. “What?” he asked.
“Forgive me for saying this, but that may be the hottest thing I ever heard you say,” Tommy said in a shocked flat voice. “Wow, boyfriend talking about playing with a chick’s tits can now go on my list of ‘hottest things ever’,” he said.
Adam rolled his eyes. “Only it was never anything dirty, just… well okay there was that one girl the summer after I graduated high school where I thought maybe I could be bisexual, not gay, and we made out and I played with her boobs, but that doesn’t count cause it just cemented that I’m probably a solid five on the Kinsey scale, if not a five and three quarters.”
Tommy raised an eyebrow. “I think someone that close to a six would be afraid of boobs,” he pointed out.
Adam shrugged. “You were pretty damn close to a one and you’re not afraid of dick,” he said.
Tommy smirked. “I’m nowhere near a one. I’d say a solid two. Don’t even try and think you’re the only guy I’ve ever messed around with,” he said, grinning. “Just the only one where it went past the clothes.”
Adam rolled his eyes. “Whatever, TommyJoe.”
Tommy grinned up at him. “I’m serious! I had this friend, Joe, right-“
Adam glowered. “No, I like thinking it’s only me you like,” he said.
Tommy smiled. “Adam, baby, you’re he only one I ever let get me naked,” he asserted. “Like you said with that chick, minimal groping went down but nothing past the clothes.” He snickered. “Hell, I’ve gone that far with Isaac,” he pointed out.
Adam snorted. “You making out with Isaac fucks with my head cause he’s not personally attractive to me but when you’re kissing him he is suddenly hot,” he said.
Tommy sat up, leaning over for a kiss. “Cause you looove me,” he teased, pecking his lips again. “And I’m the right kind of pretty to make anybody hot,” he added. He smirked. “What would you do if I was making out with a really hot chick? Think it would make you semi-bisexual?” he asked.
Adam glared. “No kissing hot chicks. Isaac’s off the market so it’s okay, but hot girls are your normal thing and I’ll be so jealous,” he said.
Tommy gave him a sweet smile. “Adam,” he said softly, reaching out to stroke his cheek before leaning in for a kiss. “You’re my normal thing now. My Babyboy,” he said, kissing him slowly.
Adam whined. “Alright that was so sweet,” he said, smiling at him with a bright smile.
Tommy grinned. “I can be sweet for you,” he said shrugging. He leaned into his side and looked at the laptop. “Whoa those are some pretty sweet tits,” he said and Adam shot him a look. Tommy smirked. “Don’t worry,” he said solemnly. “Your tits are the best-“
“Oh my God, fuck you, TommyJoe,” Adam laughed, shoving him to the side, rolling his eyes as Tommy just laughed.
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Adam waited until the next morning to bring up the iPod at possibly the most unusual time. Tommy was still mostly asleep as Adam practically cuddle-raped him to death. Adam usually woke up either already alone or about to leave Tommy alone so waking up when they both had nothing to do all morning made it impossible to not curl himself as twisty-around Tommy as possible and touch Tommy’s sleep-warm body all over. It was mostly innocent, since Adam was still half-asleep himself. He was snuggled up behind Tommy, who was half-way to his stomach, arms around his middle, hands stroking his belly, and lips caressing the bare neck exposed to him.
“Adam,” Tommy grumbled sleepily. “Stop molesting me and let me sleep,” he whined, pressing his face into the pillow.
Adam smiled gleefully. “But you’re my Tommy,” he said sleepily, pushing his face into the hollow between Tommy’s shoulder blades. The old-ass tee shirt Tommy was wearing was so soft and warm from being trapped between a tiny Tommy and Adam’s broad chest all night. “Cuddles are obligatory,” he grumbled, throwing a leg over Tommy’s thigh as he clung as close as possible.
Tommy whuffed out tiny little sleepy giggles. “It’s too early to use big words,” he claimed and Adam hummed, sliding a hand up Tommy’s shirt to pet his warm skin.
“S’not big,” he mumbled, nuzzling Tommy’s shoulder like a cat.
Tommy snickered, pressing his hips back. “Not what I’d call little,” he said and Adam giggled at his dirty little mind.
“Pervert,” he said, sneakily rocking against his ass before wiggling around to manhandle Tommy into being a teddy bear again, not a little spoon. “Mine,” he said playfully, kissing Tommy’s head.
Tommy sighed, relaxing. “Yep, yours and metal’s minion,” he mumbled and Adam chuckled, only to stop suddenly.
“Tommy… I borrowed your iPod yesterday,” he said and Tommy paused.
“Um, okay?”
Adam sighed, suddenly feeling awake. “I have… well, I needed to talk to you about it,” he said and Tommy wiggled around to face him, a confused little pout firmly in place that made Adam’s inner girl go ‘awwwww!’.
“Did you break my iPod?” he asked flatly.
“NO!” Adam said, then winced. “I just… well…” he sighed heavily. “Why is there a playlist with a suspicious title full of nothing but me and Marilyn Manson?” he asked in a rush.
Tommy’s eyes widened and he blinked. “Okay, nevermind, going back to sleep now!” he said quickly, rolling over fast.
Adam rolled his eyes, catching Tommy. “Nu-uh Glitterbaby,” he said, sitting up to lean over Tommy and look at his face. “Not so fast.”
Tommy whined, pressing his face into the pillow. “No comment!” he said, voice muffled by pillow.
Adam smacked his flat little ass, earning a squeak as his hand connected with pajama pants. “TommyJoe, explain why your fantasizing playlist involves songs you play for a living and songs by a really ugly old creep,” he said and Tommy frowned as he twisted around and sat up quickly.
“Hey, Manson isn’t ugly!” he said, then blushed. “Um… much?” he tried.
Adam just blinked. “You’re at least nine-tenths heterosexual,” he stressed. “Why on earth are you fantasizing about that ugly old fuck?” he asked, confused.
Tommy whined, turning bright pink. “I just… oh look a squirrel!” he cried, gesturing to the window before leaping out of bed quickly.
Adam snorted. “Where are you gonna go, Tommy?” he asked, facing him with the covers piled around his waist. “You kinda live here and I’m not gonna let this go,” he said and Tommy pouted.
“I never tease you about your fantasies!” he said. “And you have some fucked fantasies,” he pointed out.
Adam held his chin up defiantly. “I say the one of you being a fairy with pretty glittery wings and us having mid-air sex is not at all fucked up!” he defended.
Tommy snorted. “Then neither is the one of Manson licking my thighs,” he said, then froze, looking horrified at himself.
Adam gaped. “HUH?!?” he cried, eyes bugging out.
Tommy squeaked. “NOTHING!” he cried then ran into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
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Adam’s shoulder’s stiffened as he heard Tommy creeping into the kitchen behind him as he fixed them both breakfast. “So,” he said, hearing bare-feet stop on the way to the refrigerator. “Licking your thighs, huh?” he asked, making a disgusted face down at the counter in front of him.
“Eurgh,” Tommy groaned. “Can we please not go there?” he asked, whimpering.
Adam turned to glance at him, gesturing with a spoon. “I want to wrap my head around my semi-straight boyfriend having fucked up fantasies about possibly the grossest of all the rock stars ever,” he stressed. “I mean, it’s not even Johnny Depp, which is most straight guy’s man-crush… hell, it’s not even Antonio Banderas, which is any guy’s man-crush!” he said dramatically.
Tommy whined. “Aaddaaaaaammmmm,” he whined, pouting at him dramatically. “Don’t tease me about my freaky mind, okay? I don’t tease you about the sex dream about Monte-“
“WE AGREED TO NEVER BRING THAT UP AGAIN!” Adam cried, shuddering. “And besides, that wasn’t a fantasy, it was a nightmare,” he pointed out.
Tommy snickered. “You dreamed about sucking Monte’s dick, dude. How is that not worse than Manson for me?” he asked.
Adam snorted. “At least Monte’s semi-attractive.” He groaned. “I don’t know, if it were like… Isaac, I’d understand. Or at least someone half-hot. It’s just… Manson!”
Tommy shrugged. “There used to be this girl I dated that would strip to Manson songs and it kinda made me start thinking about Manson in a sexy way and realized ‘oh hey… he kinda does it for me’ you know?”
Adam blinked. “A girl stripped to that shit?” he asked and Tommy shot him a look. “There is nothing sexy at all about any song ever!” he said pointedly.
Tommy snickered. “The beats are totally slow and dirty sometimes or fast and hard sometimes. The music itself is like sex, okay? Sure, my fantasies about him are fucked up, I admit this. But the music itself, if you ignore the words, can be pretty much ear-fucking,” he pointed out. He suddenly smiled sweetly as he slinked over to Adam’s side. “Kinda like how your voice owns me,” he said, fluttering his eyelashes.
Adam snorted, rolling his eyes. “Baby, I know all your tricks by now,” he said and Tommy huffed and pouted.
“You’re no fun!” he whined, stomping over to the table. “You aren’t even trying to give me benefit of the doubt about my fantasies but I don’t blame you for your fucked up brain.”
Adam raised an eyebrow. “What’s fucked up about my brain?” he asked.
Tommy shot him a look. “You dated a hyper monkey slut and then a dirty creep in succession. For ages,” he stressed.
Adam snickered. “Baby, first off, do you want to be the pot or the kettle?” he said and Tommy flipped him off. “And he’s not a dirty creep, he just wants you naked so he gets sorta intense,” he said.
Tommy snorted. “Two of your friends threatened to disembowel me if I made you monogamous again and actually sent me threatening tweets when I succeeded,” he pointed out.
Adam blinked. “Eh, okay, I do have some fucked up friends,” he pointed out. “But really, they just wanted me to give in and do them both,” he said, walking over with toast and fruit for them both. “Besides,” he leaned across the table and kissed Tommy sweetly. “You’re my little creep,” he said affectionately.
Tommy snickered. “So you can put aside my fantasies?” he asked.
Adam scoffed. “Hell no, I’m exploiting them to get what I want,” he said and Tommy whined dramatically.
“I hate you sometimes,” he grumbled.
Adam just grinned. “Love you too, baby-cakes!” he said brightly, fluttering his eyelashes playfully. “I think that today we’re going shopping for you some new clothes,” he said and Tommy gaped.
“You wouldn’t-“
“And if you don’t let me dress you up how I want, I’ll be sure to ‘accidentally’ tell Sutan about your thigh-licking fantasies,” he threatened and Tommy glowered but then bit his lip, grinning.
“You know,” he started, looking down at his plate. “I’m sure you could always… replace that fantasy,” he suggested and Adam raised an eyebrow. Tommy smirked. “I may just have a thigh thing, no Manson’s involved.”
Adam snickered, rolling his eyes. “Nice try, we’re going shopping!” he said brightly.
Tommy just groaned. “Damn it.”