Why Is It That Every Time I’m with You, You Make Me Believe in Magic? (Chapter 1/?)
a/n: I'm so excited to be writing again. Remember, COMMENTS are my MOTIVATION <3
Chapter 1
Adam laid on the lush red carpet of his living room floor with a notebook and pen in hand. The house was quiet this morning, which was a perfect reason to try his hand at writing more songs for the album but he had not a single ounce of inspiration left in him.
Adam groaned, shooing away a stay piece of hair from that was in the middle of his forehead. This was harder than his dick when having sex, and that is painfully hard. 19 E had been on him like a stinger on a bee for the last month pressuring him to write more and do more, but all he could write was sappy break up songs and he was positive his album had enough of those.
He couldn’t do anything right. He couldn’t please Blake properly, he couldn’t find a decent boy, he couldn’t even keep in touch with most of his friends and now, he was even doing his job incorrectly. If Adam had thought about it any longer he would have broken down in tears. Just like he had done countless times this week.
Although the weed or whatever that drug was that Adam took last week got rid of his stress at the time, it didn’t get rid of it permanently. Though he used all of that stuff he was trying to refrain from drinking himself into oblivion, until he couldn’t even remember his name because well, that wouldn’t be professional. Actually Adam was sort of glad he didn’t have any more of that substance. His mind had been on that little fairy thing he had seen ever since. He knew it wasn’t real, it was a hallucination but it just seemed like he could have reached out and touched it. Stupid fucking hallucinating drug, Adam muttered under his breath before closing his notebook and sitting up. There was no point in writing right now if nothing was working, might as well wait until his studio session later on.
Adam spent the next couple of hours with a glass of wine and gossip girl reruns. He laughed for the first time in weeks, he was positive this is not what his fans expected him to be doing on a random Friday afternoon. Most just thought his life was all glitz and glam but of course Adam liked to relax, he liked it more than anything.
Oh shit! I’m going to be late, He thought to himself once he had realized the time, he needed to be at the studio in 15 minutes and with New York traffic that was never going to happen. Luckily he was already dressed, he just needed to grab his sunglasses and keys and leave.
Adam had spent the next 10 minutes looking for his glasses. He was positive he had put them right in the bowl on his kitchens countertop. He remembered putting them there so he would stop losing them, he was sure of it, but they were gone. He looked under his bed, in his secret stash of porn, in his cupboards but they were still nowhere to be seen. They had to have been somewhere. Lately he had been losing everything.
Half a crappy song and a fight with his producer later Adam is back home, fixing himself some soup in his kitchen. The session today was terrible, probably the worse one he had even had. But Adam wanted to forget about it and he could do so by cooking. Food fixes everything.
Adam dropped his spoon on the ground. Fuck. he murmured to himself, he was such a klutz. He leaned down to pick it up, but on his way up he could have sworn he had seen something out of the corner of his eye. But just blamed it on his hair being in the way. It’s not like his new house was haunted. Ghost aren‘t real. Adam decided to ignore the fact that he felt constantly watched and was always seeing and hearing things because honestly, it gives him the shivers thinking of something, anything in his house.
As the week went on Adam kept hearing and seeing more and more little noises and blurs. He blamed it on the wooden floors and wind but in the back of his mind he could swear it was something else.
Tonight Adam was going to ignore his work and stress, tonight Adam had a date. It was just a young boy named Jonathan coming over for dinner and a movie, he was a friend of a friend so Adam already knew him, and if he was a dud, maybe he would be a good fuck.
The night continued on and was going smoothly. Sure Jon was a great guy anyone would be happy with him. Successful, cute, funny, romantic everything was right with this one, except the fact that Adam didn’t see any sparks.
Adam was in the middle of a sentence, something about True Blood when he noticed Jonathan inching himself closer to Adam. Adam lost his train of thought with the first touch of lips on lips. Sure Adam didn’t see any sparks right now, but his dick sure liked the action he was getting. Sex didn’t need sparks.
Jonathans tongue was probing at Adam’s lips begging for entrance, which Adam granted and the two boys began making out heavily. They peeled off their shirts just needing to feel skin on skin, just to feel anything. Right now all Adam could think of was pinning Jon to the couch and fucking him until the only thing in his mind was Adam’s name and then some more until all he could do was make incoherent noises until he came. Yes, that’s what Adam would do.
Jon pulled away from Adam’s lips to try and work on his belt, but stopped when he noticed something. “Why are you stopping sexy?” Adam groaned looking down at the cute boy in front of him. “Did you see that?” Jonathan asked looking up at Adam and then back to that spot where that, thing had been. “Nope, whatever it was I was too busy too look because I was looking at you.” Adam cooed, petting the boys hair. “Alright.” Jon replied hesitantly, before going back to working at Adam’s belt.
Halfway through a blow job the younger boy had taken too much of Adam in his mouth and had to stop for a moment. He looked up and saw something again. His eyes grew wide, he blinked a couple of times and his erection automatically went down. “What’s wrong?” Adam questioned staring down at Jon. “I just remembered, I have to go!” Jon hurried, pulling up his pants and practically running for the front door. “What about the-” Adam called out after the boy, stopping once he had realized Jonathan had already left. Well he could certainly say it was the first time someone had ran out on him during a blow job. What a way to loose all of your self confidence.
Adam decided he was better off just going to bed, maybe tomorrow would be better, he thought. Right before his mind finally drifted to the peaceful place of sleep he could have sworn he had seen a familiar shade of blonde hair in front of his eyes but was too tired to care.
Tommy watched the black haired boy sleep, sure he wasn’t supposed to show himself to a human but he really didn’t like that boy Adam was canoodling with, he seemed just well, not right for Adam. Although Tommy had only known well, not even known just seen Adam for a couple weeks he felt an indescribable pull towards him. A kind of pull he had never felt towards any other pixie or human. It was weird, but at least it made Tommy smile for the first time he could remember since he was a young child.
Chapter 1
Adam laid on the lush red carpet of his living room floor with a notebook and pen in hand. The house was quiet this morning, which was a perfect reason to try his hand at writing more songs for the album but he had not a single ounce of inspiration left in him.
Adam groaned, shooing away a stay piece of hair from that was in the middle of his forehead. This was harder than his dick when having sex, and that is painfully hard. 19 E had been on him like a stinger on a bee for the last month pressuring him to write more and do more, but all he could write was sappy break up songs and he was positive his album had enough of those.
He couldn’t do anything right. He couldn’t please Blake properly, he couldn’t find a decent boy, he couldn’t even keep in touch with most of his friends and now, he was even doing his job incorrectly. If Adam had thought about it any longer he would have broken down in tears. Just like he had done countless times this week.
Although the weed or whatever that drug was that Adam took last week got rid of his stress at the time, it didn’t get rid of it permanently. Though he used all of that stuff he was trying to refrain from drinking himself into oblivion, until he couldn’t even remember his name because well, that wouldn’t be professional. Actually Adam was sort of glad he didn’t have any more of that substance. His mind had been on that little fairy thing he had seen ever since. He knew it wasn’t real, it was a hallucination but it just seemed like he could have reached out and touched it. Stupid fucking hallucinating drug, Adam muttered under his breath before closing his notebook and sitting up. There was no point in writing right now if nothing was working, might as well wait until his studio session later on.
Adam spent the next couple of hours with a glass of wine and gossip girl reruns. He laughed for the first time in weeks, he was positive this is not what his fans expected him to be doing on a random Friday afternoon. Most just thought his life was all glitz and glam but of course Adam liked to relax, he liked it more than anything.
Oh shit! I’m going to be late, He thought to himself once he had realized the time, he needed to be at the studio in 15 minutes and with New York traffic that was never going to happen. Luckily he was already dressed, he just needed to grab his sunglasses and keys and leave.
Adam had spent the next 10 minutes looking for his glasses. He was positive he had put them right in the bowl on his kitchens countertop. He remembered putting them there so he would stop losing them, he was sure of it, but they were gone. He looked under his bed, in his secret stash of porn, in his cupboards but they were still nowhere to be seen. They had to have been somewhere. Lately he had been losing everything.
Half a crappy song and a fight with his producer later Adam is back home, fixing himself some soup in his kitchen. The session today was terrible, probably the worse one he had even had. But Adam wanted to forget about it and he could do so by cooking. Food fixes everything.
Adam dropped his spoon on the ground. Fuck. he murmured to himself, he was such a klutz. He leaned down to pick it up, but on his way up he could have sworn he had seen something out of the corner of his eye. But just blamed it on his hair being in the way. It’s not like his new house was haunted. Ghost aren‘t real. Adam decided to ignore the fact that he felt constantly watched and was always seeing and hearing things because honestly, it gives him the shivers thinking of something, anything in his house.
As the week went on Adam kept hearing and seeing more and more little noises and blurs. He blamed it on the wooden floors and wind but in the back of his mind he could swear it was something else.
Tonight Adam was going to ignore his work and stress, tonight Adam had a date. It was just a young boy named Jonathan coming over for dinner and a movie, he was a friend of a friend so Adam already knew him, and if he was a dud, maybe he would be a good fuck.
The night continued on and was going smoothly. Sure Jon was a great guy anyone would be happy with him. Successful, cute, funny, romantic everything was right with this one, except the fact that Adam didn’t see any sparks.
Adam was in the middle of a sentence, something about True Blood when he noticed Jonathan inching himself closer to Adam. Adam lost his train of thought with the first touch of lips on lips. Sure Adam didn’t see any sparks right now, but his dick sure liked the action he was getting. Sex didn’t need sparks.
Jonathans tongue was probing at Adam’s lips begging for entrance, which Adam granted and the two boys began making out heavily. They peeled off their shirts just needing to feel skin on skin, just to feel anything. Right now all Adam could think of was pinning Jon to the couch and fucking him until the only thing in his mind was Adam’s name and then some more until all he could do was make incoherent noises until he came. Yes, that’s what Adam would do.
Jon pulled away from Adam’s lips to try and work on his belt, but stopped when he noticed something. “Why are you stopping sexy?” Adam groaned looking down at the cute boy in front of him. “Did you see that?” Jonathan asked looking up at Adam and then back to that spot where that, thing had been. “Nope, whatever it was I was too busy too look because I was looking at you.” Adam cooed, petting the boys hair. “Alright.” Jon replied hesitantly, before going back to working at Adam’s belt.
Halfway through a blow job the younger boy had taken too much of Adam in his mouth and had to stop for a moment. He looked up and saw something again. His eyes grew wide, he blinked a couple of times and his erection automatically went down. “What’s wrong?” Adam questioned staring down at Jon. “I just remembered, I have to go!” Jon hurried, pulling up his pants and practically running for the front door. “What about the-” Adam called out after the boy, stopping once he had realized Jonathan had already left. Well he could certainly say it was the first time someone had ran out on him during a blow job. What a way to loose all of your self confidence.
Adam decided he was better off just going to bed, maybe tomorrow would be better, he thought. Right before his mind finally drifted to the peaceful place of sleep he could have sworn he had seen a familiar shade of blonde hair in front of his eyes but was too tired to care.
Tommy watched the black haired boy sleep, sure he wasn’t supposed to show himself to a human but he really didn’t like that boy Adam was canoodling with, he seemed just well, not right for Adam. Although Tommy had only known well, not even known just seen Adam for a couple weeks he felt an indescribable pull towards him. A kind of pull he had never felt towards any other pixie or human. It was weird, but at least it made Tommy smile for the first time he could remember since he was a young child.