Fic: Pictures of You
Title: Pictures of You
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word count: 650
Summary: Adam's been taking pictures...lots of pictures.
Notes: Written for fireangel8723 for the Glam-a-Classroom drive, and also filling the film/photography on my kink bingo card. The title is from The Cure's Pictures of You, and this is unbetaed so all mistakes are my own.
It started innocently enough. One day, Adam found Tommy sleeping backstage and he just had to snap a picture. He was curled up in an armchair, squeezed in so tightly Adam had to wonder how he got there. His arms were wrapped around his knees, and his sock-feet extended just past the seat, toes curling and uncurling as he slept. His face was smooth, his mouth open just a little bit, and Adam smiled to himself as he pushed the button on his iPhone, capturing the moment. Later that night when Adam was curled up in bed himself, he opened that photo, rubbing his thumb over the screen as he fell asleep.
Adam kept snapping photos of Tommy, sneaking them when no one was looking and he could pretend to be tweeting. His phone filled up with dozens of pictures of candid and unguarded moments, the kind that always made him smile when he looked at them. Tommy laughing, his head thrown back and his cheeks flushed. Tommy putting on his makeup for the show, mouth hanging open just a little as he swiped the eyeliner pencil across his lids or his lips pouting as he posed after slicking them with gloss.
One of Adam's favourite photos was of Tommy on some nondescript couch in a venue Adam couldn't remember now. He was stretched out, iPod headphones in his ears, the fingers of one hand drumming out a beat against his hip. The other arm was thrown behind his head and there was a thin strip of skin showing between his shirt and the waist of his jeans, but what Adam always focused on was his face. Tommy's eyes were shut, his eyelashes fanned out across his cheeks, a little smile spread across his lips, his teeth just digging into his lower lip. It was a still photo, of course, but when Adam look at it he could remember the way that Tommy's back arched as he stretched, the way that he chewed on his lip and tossed his head just a little to the music. He looked happy and calm, and just looking at it made Adam's pulse slow down, made his muscles relax.
When it ended, it wasn't so innocent. Adam was laying in bed like he did every night, thumbing through the pictures, pausing on his favourites and trying to remember the story behind each photo; the reason Tommy was laughing or the song that he'd been listening to. He was startled when his phone buzzed in his hand, and even more startled when he saw it was a text from Tommy. Tommy never texted him at night, teasing him about beauty sleep, and Adam quickly opened message, his mouth going dry when he read it.
opened a txt on ur phone today to make it stop ringing. saw the pics.
Before Adam could even think of a response, his phone vibrated again.
if u want pics of me, just ask.
This message had an attachment, a picture Tommy had obviously taken of himself in the hotel mirror. He was shirtless and posing in a way that could only be called campy, bending forward and blowing a kiss at the mirror. Even in the blurry camera phone picture Adam could see the twinkle of mischief in Tommy's eyes, and he laughed, even as his phone vibrated once more.
if ur still up, you know where my room is. bring ur camera ;)
The next morning, Adam had a new favourite picture on his phone. Tommy was lying on his stomach in bed, his face turned towards Adam, a sleepy grin on his face. The sheets were pulled down so the entire smooth length of Tommy's back was visible, and one of his hands was reaching out to pull Adam back to bed. After snapping the picture, Adam took Tommy's hand, and let himself be pulled into warmth of the bed and Tommy's arms.
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Word count: 650
Summary: Adam's been taking pictures...lots of pictures.
Notes: Written for fireangel8723 for the Glam-a-Classroom drive, and also filling the film/photography on my kink bingo card. The title is from The Cure's Pictures of You, and this is unbetaed so all mistakes are my own.
It started innocently enough. One day, Adam found Tommy sleeping backstage and he just had to snap a picture. He was curled up in an armchair, squeezed in so tightly Adam had to wonder how he got there. His arms were wrapped around his knees, and his sock-feet extended just past the seat, toes curling and uncurling as he slept. His face was smooth, his mouth open just a little bit, and Adam smiled to himself as he pushed the button on his iPhone, capturing the moment. Later that night when Adam was curled up in bed himself, he opened that photo, rubbing his thumb over the screen as he fell asleep.
Adam kept snapping photos of Tommy, sneaking them when no one was looking and he could pretend to be tweeting. His phone filled up with dozens of pictures of candid and unguarded moments, the kind that always made him smile when he looked at them. Tommy laughing, his head thrown back and his cheeks flushed. Tommy putting on his makeup for the show, mouth hanging open just a little as he swiped the eyeliner pencil across his lids or his lips pouting as he posed after slicking them with gloss.
One of Adam's favourite photos was of Tommy on some nondescript couch in a venue Adam couldn't remember now. He was stretched out, iPod headphones in his ears, the fingers of one hand drumming out a beat against his hip. The other arm was thrown behind his head and there was a thin strip of skin showing between his shirt and the waist of his jeans, but what Adam always focused on was his face. Tommy's eyes were shut, his eyelashes fanned out across his cheeks, a little smile spread across his lips, his teeth just digging into his lower lip. It was a still photo, of course, but when Adam look at it he could remember the way that Tommy's back arched as he stretched, the way that he chewed on his lip and tossed his head just a little to the music. He looked happy and calm, and just looking at it made Adam's pulse slow down, made his muscles relax.
When it ended, it wasn't so innocent. Adam was laying in bed like he did every night, thumbing through the pictures, pausing on his favourites and trying to remember the story behind each photo; the reason Tommy was laughing or the song that he'd been listening to. He was startled when his phone buzzed in his hand, and even more startled when he saw it was a text from Tommy. Tommy never texted him at night, teasing him about beauty sleep, and Adam quickly opened message, his mouth going dry when he read it.
opened a txt on ur phone today to make it stop ringing. saw the pics.
Before Adam could even think of a response, his phone vibrated again.
if u want pics of me, just ask.
This message had an attachment, a picture Tommy had obviously taken of himself in the hotel mirror. He was shirtless and posing in a way that could only be called campy, bending forward and blowing a kiss at the mirror. Even in the blurry camera phone picture Adam could see the twinkle of mischief in Tommy's eyes, and he laughed, even as his phone vibrated once more.
if ur still up, you know where my room is. bring ur camera ;)
The next morning, Adam had a new favourite picture on his phone. Tommy was lying on his stomach in bed, his face turned towards Adam, a sleepy grin on his face. The sheets were pulled down so the entire smooth length of Tommy's back was visible, and one of his hands was reaching out to pull Adam back to bed. After snapping the picture, Adam took Tommy's hand, and let himself be pulled into warmth of the bed and Tommy's arms.