Fic: The Grass is Greener
Title: The Grass is Greener
Pairing: Lambliff
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Thanks to janescott for being my beta and cheerleader when I was super blocked on this! Also, the title is hers, because she's cleverer than I!
Summary: Adam gets a grass skirt as a fan gift, and he and Tommy pass a rainy afternoon in the hotel together.
The hotel couch was big, but Tommy was close to Adam, his legs flung over Adam's lap as they sipped cheap wine from hotel mugs. Adam's hand was hot where it rested against Tommy's thigh, just beneath where his shorts ended, fingers sliding up underneath them as Adam tipped his head back to rest against the cushions. “We come all the way to Hawaii, and it rains so hard we have to spend all our time in the hotel. So much for a tropical vacation, huh?”
Tommy leaned over to the coffee table to set down his mug, and slid closer to Adam, wrapping his arms around Adam's shoulders. “At least we aren't sunburnt? I don't think a sunburn would match your costume, plus you're a wimp when you're burnt.” He leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Adam's neck, Adam's skin tasting a little salty under his tongue.
Adam leaned against Tommy, sighing at the feeling of Tommy's lips and tongue sliding down his neck. He pulled away long enough to drain his mug, and as he leaned forward to set it down, a gift bag under the coffee table caught his eye. “Ooh, a fan gave me this earlier. Wait till you see what they got me!” He reached into the bag and pulled out the item inside, shaking it out over his and Tommy's laps.
“They got you a grass skirt? Do I get a coconut bra or something?” Tommy's lips curved up in a half smile and he ran his fingers over the crinkly green strands of the skirt. He shifted back on the couch and curled his legs under himself, gesturing to the bathroom. “So, are you going to put it on, or what? Bring the tropical inside?”
“Since you asked so nicely...” Adam gathered up the skirt in his hands and tossed a smirk in Tommy's direction before getting up and only stumbling a little on the way to the bathroom. Tommy took advantage of the few moments that Adam was in the bathroom to drain the wine from his mug, and he nearly choked on it when the bathroom door flung open, and Adam stepped out.
Yeah, he'd put on the grass skirt, but he'd also taken everything else off. The band of the skirt was tied low on his hips, and as he slowly walked towards Tommy, the strands swished just enough that Tommy caught brief glimpses of the bare skin beneath it. Adam's hips swivelled as he moved closer, and he made little hula motions with his hands, a smile spreading across his face. It should have been ridiculous, and Tommy thought he should have been laughing ... but he wasn't. His mouth was a little dry and his hands were a little sweaty, the palms itching to touch as Adam moved closer.
Adam was standing right in front of Tommy now, his hips making widening circles that made the grassy strands of the skirt swish and sway, revealing teasing glimpses of Adam's thighs and his cock. Tommy could see that Adam's cock was getting hard, the strands of the skirt starting to catch on it as they swirled. Adam turned around and shimmied his ass a little, looking over his shoulder at Tommy and waggling his eyebrows with a grin. “So, you like?”
“Maybe just a little.” Tommy's voice was husky as he reached forward and hooked his fingers in the waist band of the skirt, turning Adam around and pulling him forward. He kept tugging until Adam sat down, thighs pressed on either side of Tommy's. Tommy rested one hand on Adam's waist, fingers tangling in the strands of the skirt while he ran the other up Adam's back, wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. The kiss was slow but deep, Tommy's mouth hungry against Adam's as he dug his fingers hard into Adam's hip, nails scraping as he slid his hand around to move over Adam's belly.
Tommy's hand moved lower still, wrapping around Adam's half-hard cock where it was pushing out through the strands of the grass skirt. He stroked it firm and slow, swallowing the soft sighs that spilled from Adam's mouth as he swiped his thumb around the sensitive head. Adam's hips started to rock into Tommy's hand, the only sounds in the room his soft sighs, the crinkling of the grass skirt and the distant sounds of rain.
Adam pulled his mouth away from Tommy's and dragged it wetly down Tommy's throat, pausing to suck and nip just underneath his jaw, causing Tommy's hand to stutter a little on Adam's cock as he gasped in a sharp breath. Tommy's other hand ran down Adam's back and pushed through the strands of the skirt to cup his ass, fingers running lightly between Adam's cheeks. Adam's breath hitched on a sigh, and he tipped his head back, the long pale line of his throat filling Tommy's vision.
Tommy let his eyes sweep over Adam's face, soft and slack, lips parted, his tongue darting out every time Tommy's fist tightened around his cock. Tommy's eyes moved lower, down Adam's throat and his bare chest, just starting to flush pink, and down to his waist, circled by the green band of the grass skirt, cock poking obscenely through strands of the skirt. His pushed his fingers harder against Adam's hole, rubbing around the opening to watch the way that Adam's eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders relaxed, even as his fingers gripped hard into Tommy's shoulders.
“Adam ... I need ... can I fuck you? Like this, with the skirt on?” Tommy was babbling, and his fingers were rubbing hard over Adam's hole, his other hand moving fast on Adam's cock. “It's so fucking hot, you look so fucking amazing, can I, please?” He let just the tip of his finger press inside, hot and dry and a promise of so much more to come, and Tommy could see the moment that Adam made his decision.
“Oh fuck, yeah, you can. Just ... we need. Hang on.” Adam's eyes were dark and a little wild as he bent to kiss Tommy full on the mouth, the kiss wet and messy and not quite hitting centre. He got up on shaky legs and hurried to his bag, giving Tommy enough time to stand and shuck his clothing, settling back on the couch when Adam returned with a condom and lube. He settled back on Tommy's lap, arranging the strands of the skirt so they fell delicately over their laps, both of their cocks pushing hard and red through the green.
Tommy breathed in, deep and shaky, lubing his fingers and circling Adam's hole. With his other hand he tangled his fingers in Adam's hair, pulling him down to kiss him hard and deep as he pushed two slick fingers into Adam's ass. It was probably too much, too fast for Adam, but he took it, biting down a little on Tommy's lip before moaning and collapsing forward against him. Adam's mouth was wet and open against Tommy's neck, words and noises spilling from him that didn't really mean anything, but all Tommy wanted was more of it.
He pushed his fingers deeper, twisting and pulling until he felt Adam's muscles give around him and his hips start to push back. Tommy crooked his fingers, twisting them just right until Adam's noises turned into this gorgeous whimpering sob. He did it again and again, pushing in a third finger and thrusting them harder and deeper until Adam's noises became words again.
“Fuck me, Tommy, please. I want it, and you'll be so good, I know you will be. Fuck.” Adam's voice was broken, and his face was kind of loose and desperate at the same time and Tommy thought he could come just from looking at him like this, knowing it was his fingers taking Adam apart and making him beg. Tommy was usually the one doing the begging (and if he was honest, he loved the way Adam broke him down), but he could definitely see the appeal of being on this side of things too.
“You want it, Adam? I'm going to fuck you like you fuck me, deep and hard until you can't even see straight. Is that what you want?” Tommy was making the most of this opportunity, letting whatever filth words came into his mind spill out of his mouth, his fingers pushing fast and hard into Adam's ass, even as his other hand grabbed for the condom.
“Yeah, that's what I want, give it to me, please.” Adam took the condom from Tommy with shaking hands and ripped it open, leaning in to suck a hot mark on Tommy's neck as he rolled the condom down Tommy' cock.
Tommy shuddered out a breath at the feeling of Adam's hand on his cock and his lips on his neck, and he slowly pulled his fingers from Adam's ass. He curved his hands around Adam's hips, lifting him and positioning over his cock. Tommy could feel his heart thudding, pounding like it might hammer out of his chest and he took a deep breath before bringing Adam down, Tommy's cock pushing into him slow and easy.
When Adam was all the way down on Tommy's cock, they paused just for a minute, foreheads resting together as they breathed. It was Adam that started moving, rising and falling on Tommy, taking his cock as deep as he could every time, his own cock bobbing between their bellies as he moved. Tommy let Adam do all the work for awhile, just absorbing the sensation of being deep in Adam's body, his ass hot and tight and perfect and better than Tommy could have ever imagined it being. His fingers clenched tight on Adam's hips, hard enough that there were sure to be bruises in the morning, and that idea made Tommy's stomach clench and he wanted more.
“Adam, Adam ... I want ... lay down.” Tommy pushed at Adam's chest until his cock slid out of Adam's ass, and they could shift on the couch. He took a minute just to look at Adam spread out in front of him, legs spread as wide as they couch would let them go, the grass skirt still not looking nearly as silly as Tommy thought it should. He pushed the strands out of the way and shoved back into Adam, pounding into him hard and fast. Adam's legs wrapped eagerly around Tommy's waist, his heels digging into Tommy's ass, urging him on, telling him wordlessly to go faster, to go deeper.
Tommy felt his orgasm already building in his balls, and his thrusts were already starting to become shallow and erratic when he reached his hand between their bodies to wrap around Adam's cock. He pumped it hard, a few strands of the skirt caught between his palm and Adam's cock, rubbing just a little too hard over the sensitive skin. Adam's throat was stretched out gorgeously, one arm thrown carelessly over his head and he was making that whimpering noise again, the one that shot straight down Tommy's spine to his cock.
Fucking into Adam with short, sweet little thrusts, Tommy rubbed against the spot that made him make that noise again and again until Adam's legs tightened around him. Tommy knew Adam was close, and he tightened his grip around Adam's cock, smearing the pre-come down from the head to ease the slide. When Adam came, it was with a long moan, his voice soft and rough at the same time. His muscles clenched tight around Tommy, and only a few shallow thrusts later, Tommy was coming, falling forward onto Adam's chest as his hips stuttered. His mouth worked against Adam's chest silently, just kissing and sucking the smooth skin there as their hearts thudded together.
After a few moments, Tommy lifted himself on shaky arms to pull out of Adam and toss away the condom, settling himself back on Adam's chest, and tangling his fingers in the grass skirt. “So, you're going to bring this home, right?”
“I don't know, maybe. What do you think?” Tommy could hear the smile in Adam's voice and leaned his head back as Adam's fingers worked their way into his hair.
Tommy lifted his head just enough to look Adam in the eye, both of the faces relaxed and sated. “I think fuck tropical vacations. Leaving the hotel is over-rated.”
Adam's laugh was loud, and his arms were warm as they wrapped around Tommy, pulling him impossibly closer, the crinkling of the grass skirt mingling with the soft sounds of the rain outside. “Totally over-rated.”
Pairing: Lambliff
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Thanks to janescott for being my beta and cheerleader when I was super blocked on this! Also, the title is hers, because she's cleverer than I!
Summary: Adam gets a grass skirt as a fan gift, and he and Tommy pass a rainy afternoon in the hotel together.
The hotel couch was big, but Tommy was close to Adam, his legs flung over Adam's lap as they sipped cheap wine from hotel mugs. Adam's hand was hot where it rested against Tommy's thigh, just beneath where his shorts ended, fingers sliding up underneath them as Adam tipped his head back to rest against the cushions. “We come all the way to Hawaii, and it rains so hard we have to spend all our time in the hotel. So much for a tropical vacation, huh?”
Tommy leaned over to the coffee table to set down his mug, and slid closer to Adam, wrapping his arms around Adam's shoulders. “At least we aren't sunburnt? I don't think a sunburn would match your costume, plus you're a wimp when you're burnt.” He leaned in and pressed his lips softly against Adam's neck, Adam's skin tasting a little salty under his tongue.
Adam leaned against Tommy, sighing at the feeling of Tommy's lips and tongue sliding down his neck. He pulled away long enough to drain his mug, and as he leaned forward to set it down, a gift bag under the coffee table caught his eye. “Ooh, a fan gave me this earlier. Wait till you see what they got me!” He reached into the bag and pulled out the item inside, shaking it out over his and Tommy's laps.
“They got you a grass skirt? Do I get a coconut bra or something?” Tommy's lips curved up in a half smile and he ran his fingers over the crinkly green strands of the skirt. He shifted back on the couch and curled his legs under himself, gesturing to the bathroom. “So, are you going to put it on, or what? Bring the tropical inside?”
“Since you asked so nicely...” Adam gathered up the skirt in his hands and tossed a smirk in Tommy's direction before getting up and only stumbling a little on the way to the bathroom. Tommy took advantage of the few moments that Adam was in the bathroom to drain the wine from his mug, and he nearly choked on it when the bathroom door flung open, and Adam stepped out.
Yeah, he'd put on the grass skirt, but he'd also taken everything else off. The band of the skirt was tied low on his hips, and as he slowly walked towards Tommy, the strands swished just enough that Tommy caught brief glimpses of the bare skin beneath it. Adam's hips swivelled as he moved closer, and he made little hula motions with his hands, a smile spreading across his face. It should have been ridiculous, and Tommy thought he should have been laughing ... but he wasn't. His mouth was a little dry and his hands were a little sweaty, the palms itching to touch as Adam moved closer.
Adam was standing right in front of Tommy now, his hips making widening circles that made the grassy strands of the skirt swish and sway, revealing teasing glimpses of Adam's thighs and his cock. Tommy could see that Adam's cock was getting hard, the strands of the skirt starting to catch on it as they swirled. Adam turned around and shimmied his ass a little, looking over his shoulder at Tommy and waggling his eyebrows with a grin. “So, you like?”
“Maybe just a little.” Tommy's voice was husky as he reached forward and hooked his fingers in the waist band of the skirt, turning Adam around and pulling him forward. He kept tugging until Adam sat down, thighs pressed on either side of Tommy's. Tommy rested one hand on Adam's waist, fingers tangling in the strands of the skirt while he ran the other up Adam's back, wrapping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss. The kiss was slow but deep, Tommy's mouth hungry against Adam's as he dug his fingers hard into Adam's hip, nails scraping as he slid his hand around to move over Adam's belly.
Tommy's hand moved lower still, wrapping around Adam's half-hard cock where it was pushing out through the strands of the grass skirt. He stroked it firm and slow, swallowing the soft sighs that spilled from Adam's mouth as he swiped his thumb around the sensitive head. Adam's hips started to rock into Tommy's hand, the only sounds in the room his soft sighs, the crinkling of the grass skirt and the distant sounds of rain.
Adam pulled his mouth away from Tommy's and dragged it wetly down Tommy's throat, pausing to suck and nip just underneath his jaw, causing Tommy's hand to stutter a little on Adam's cock as he gasped in a sharp breath. Tommy's other hand ran down Adam's back and pushed through the strands of the skirt to cup his ass, fingers running lightly between Adam's cheeks. Adam's breath hitched on a sigh, and he tipped his head back, the long pale line of his throat filling Tommy's vision.
Tommy let his eyes sweep over Adam's face, soft and slack, lips parted, his tongue darting out every time Tommy's fist tightened around his cock. Tommy's eyes moved lower, down Adam's throat and his bare chest, just starting to flush pink, and down to his waist, circled by the green band of the grass skirt, cock poking obscenely through strands of the skirt. His pushed his fingers harder against Adam's hole, rubbing around the opening to watch the way that Adam's eyes fluttered shut and his shoulders relaxed, even as his fingers gripped hard into Tommy's shoulders.
“Adam ... I need ... can I fuck you? Like this, with the skirt on?” Tommy was babbling, and his fingers were rubbing hard over Adam's hole, his other hand moving fast on Adam's cock. “It's so fucking hot, you look so fucking amazing, can I, please?” He let just the tip of his finger press inside, hot and dry and a promise of so much more to come, and Tommy could see the moment that Adam made his decision.
“Oh fuck, yeah, you can. Just ... we need. Hang on.” Adam's eyes were dark and a little wild as he bent to kiss Tommy full on the mouth, the kiss wet and messy and not quite hitting centre. He got up on shaky legs and hurried to his bag, giving Tommy enough time to stand and shuck his clothing, settling back on the couch when Adam returned with a condom and lube. He settled back on Tommy's lap, arranging the strands of the skirt so they fell delicately over their laps, both of their cocks pushing hard and red through the green.
Tommy breathed in, deep and shaky, lubing his fingers and circling Adam's hole. With his other hand he tangled his fingers in Adam's hair, pulling him down to kiss him hard and deep as he pushed two slick fingers into Adam's ass. It was probably too much, too fast for Adam, but he took it, biting down a little on Tommy's lip before moaning and collapsing forward against him. Adam's mouth was wet and open against Tommy's neck, words and noises spilling from him that didn't really mean anything, but all Tommy wanted was more of it.
He pushed his fingers deeper, twisting and pulling until he felt Adam's muscles give around him and his hips start to push back. Tommy crooked his fingers, twisting them just right until Adam's noises turned into this gorgeous whimpering sob. He did it again and again, pushing in a third finger and thrusting them harder and deeper until Adam's noises became words again.
“Fuck me, Tommy, please. I want it, and you'll be so good, I know you will be. Fuck.” Adam's voice was broken, and his face was kind of loose and desperate at the same time and Tommy thought he could come just from looking at him like this, knowing it was his fingers taking Adam apart and making him beg. Tommy was usually the one doing the begging (and if he was honest, he loved the way Adam broke him down), but he could definitely see the appeal of being on this side of things too.
“You want it, Adam? I'm going to fuck you like you fuck me, deep and hard until you can't even see straight. Is that what you want?” Tommy was making the most of this opportunity, letting whatever filth words came into his mind spill out of his mouth, his fingers pushing fast and hard into Adam's ass, even as his other hand grabbed for the condom.
“Yeah, that's what I want, give it to me, please.” Adam took the condom from Tommy with shaking hands and ripped it open, leaning in to suck a hot mark on Tommy's neck as he rolled the condom down Tommy' cock.
Tommy shuddered out a breath at the feeling of Adam's hand on his cock and his lips on his neck, and he slowly pulled his fingers from Adam's ass. He curved his hands around Adam's hips, lifting him and positioning over his cock. Tommy could feel his heart thudding, pounding like it might hammer out of his chest and he took a deep breath before bringing Adam down, Tommy's cock pushing into him slow and easy.
When Adam was all the way down on Tommy's cock, they paused just for a minute, foreheads resting together as they breathed. It was Adam that started moving, rising and falling on Tommy, taking his cock as deep as he could every time, his own cock bobbing between their bellies as he moved. Tommy let Adam do all the work for awhile, just absorbing the sensation of being deep in Adam's body, his ass hot and tight and perfect and better than Tommy could have ever imagined it being. His fingers clenched tight on Adam's hips, hard enough that there were sure to be bruises in the morning, and that idea made Tommy's stomach clench and he wanted more.
“Adam, Adam ... I want ... lay down.” Tommy pushed at Adam's chest until his cock slid out of Adam's ass, and they could shift on the couch. He took a minute just to look at Adam spread out in front of him, legs spread as wide as they couch would let them go, the grass skirt still not looking nearly as silly as Tommy thought it should. He pushed the strands out of the way and shoved back into Adam, pounding into him hard and fast. Adam's legs wrapped eagerly around Tommy's waist, his heels digging into Tommy's ass, urging him on, telling him wordlessly to go faster, to go deeper.
Tommy felt his orgasm already building in his balls, and his thrusts were already starting to become shallow and erratic when he reached his hand between their bodies to wrap around Adam's cock. He pumped it hard, a few strands of the skirt caught between his palm and Adam's cock, rubbing just a little too hard over the sensitive skin. Adam's throat was stretched out gorgeously, one arm thrown carelessly over his head and he was making that whimpering noise again, the one that shot straight down Tommy's spine to his cock.
Fucking into Adam with short, sweet little thrusts, Tommy rubbed against the spot that made him make that noise again and again until Adam's legs tightened around him. Tommy knew Adam was close, and he tightened his grip around Adam's cock, smearing the pre-come down from the head to ease the slide. When Adam came, it was with a long moan, his voice soft and rough at the same time. His muscles clenched tight around Tommy, and only a few shallow thrusts later, Tommy was coming, falling forward onto Adam's chest as his hips stuttered. His mouth worked against Adam's chest silently, just kissing and sucking the smooth skin there as their hearts thudded together.
After a few moments, Tommy lifted himself on shaky arms to pull out of Adam and toss away the condom, settling himself back on Adam's chest, and tangling his fingers in the grass skirt. “So, you're going to bring this home, right?”
“I don't know, maybe. What do you think?” Tommy could hear the smile in Adam's voice and leaned his head back as Adam's fingers worked their way into his hair.
Tommy lifted his head just enough to look Adam in the eye, both of the faces relaxed and sated. “I think fuck tropical vacations. Leaving the hotel is over-rated.”
Adam's laugh was loud, and his arms were warm as they wrapped around Tommy, pulling him impossibly closer, the crinkling of the grass skirt mingling with the soft sounds of the rain outside. “Totally over-rated.”