Fic: Kiss me when you come home
Title: Kiss me when you come home
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1000
Summary: You can stay out late...as long as you kiss me when you come home.
Notes: The idea for this popped into my head while listening to my iPod, and it wouldn't leave me alone. It may not be the most creative story, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about it. The title (and the idea) are from Hanson's song of the same name. Thanks to janescott for the beta!
The music in the club thumped loud enough that Adam could feel the bar stool vibrating underneath him when he slid in to order another drink. The martini slid cool and easy down his throat, and he scanned his eyes over the crowd, searching the dance floor until the lights illuminated what he was looking for. He watched as the lights flashed red and blue and purple, and Tommy's long fringe glowed and whipped around his face as he danced, his eyes shut and his mouth open.
Adam leaned forward just a little as he watched Tommy lean back against the chest of another man, tall and broad with his muscled arms bulging out from his snug t-shirt. Tommy threw an arm back to wrap around the man's neck and pulled him even closer, their bodies swaying together easily to the beat of the music. Adam's stomach did a little flip when he saw how the man's hands closed around Tommy's waist, how they were so big they could almost go all the way around. He drained his martini and set the glass down on the bar, signalling for another before wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.
When he turned his eyes back to the dance floor, Tommy was facing the man, his hands clasped behind the man's neck, their bodies pressed together from chest to knee. Adam watched as the man's hands slid down Tommy's back to cup his ass, and for a moment Adam could imagine the familiar feeling of Tommy under his own hands. His heart started beating faster when the man brought one hand up to run through Tommy's hair, fisting in the blond strands and tipping Tommy's head back. The man bent forward and pressed his lips to Tommy's ear, and Adam found himself turning his head as if he'd be able to hear. He watched as Tommy shook his head and laid his hand against the man's chest, and Adam's heart slowed as the man stepped back, disappearing into the crowd and leaving Tommy alone again.
He wasn't alone for long however; he never was. The music changed and suddenly Tommy had his arms wrapped around a woman, smaller than him with dark hair that cascaded down her back and a dress that hugged every curve. Adam smiled against the rim of his martini glass, shaking his head just a little at how predictable Tommy could be. With her, Tommy took charge, his hands resting strong on her hips. Adam could see the little dips where Tommy's fingers dug in to hold her close, and he could see the way she melted against him, her breasts pressing against his chest as he reached one hand up to run through the length of her hair.
Tommy moved across the dance floor as the music shifted; fast songs to slow and back again as Tommy danced with what felt like everyone. Women in short skirts and heels and women in jeans and sneakers; men so big they could've lifted Tommy and men so slight that Adam was tempted to call them boys. Just when Adam was nearing the bottom of his third martini and starting to think about getting up and heading out to the dance floor himself he watched as Tommy pulled himself away from his latest partner, a man not much larger than Tommy himself in a brightly coloured tank with a deep tan and messy hair.
The crowd just seemed to part as Tommy walked towards him, and Adam wondered if Tommy had been watching him too. He moved towards him unerringly, and when he got close enough Adam could see the sheen of sweat on Tommy's face, could see the way his shirt clung tighter to him than it had when they'd got to the club. Adam stood just as Tommy broke through the crowd and stepped into the open space surrounding the bar, and a wide, joyful smile spread across Tommy's face. Before Adam even had time to smile back, Tommy's arms were around him and their bodies were so close that not a breath of air could slip between them.
Tommy kissed him like he was starving, deep and long and messy and with every inch of his body. Adam could feel Tommy's cock pressing hard against his hip and he grabbed Tommy's ass, pulling him closer. He was hard too, had been since the moment Tommy pushed the first man away, and he groaned when he finally got to tangle his own hand in Tommy's hair, got to tug Tommy's head back and drag his teeth down Tommy's throat to taste the salty tang of his sweat. Tommy lifted one leg to wrap it around Adam's waist and lifted himself higher onto his toes until he could grind their cocks together. The music of the club still thumped around them and it swallowed every sound that spilled from Tommy's mouth, even if it did nothing to obscure the sight of them.
Adam moved his mouth back up Tommy's throat to catch his mouth again, pushing his tongue between Tommy's lips, swallowing the moans that made him drunker than those three martinis. He could feel when Tommy's breathing sped up, could feel when it started hitching every time Adam moved his hips, and he swore he could taste the moment that Tommy came, his body arching in Adam's arms. Tommy rocked against him as he gasped, and Adam slipped a hand between their bodies to feel the wet heat spreading on the front of Tommy's tight jeans. He felt Tommy's hand join his, shaking just a little when it pressed against Adam's cock, stroking it through the thick fabric until Adam let go, his cock twitching under Tommy's hand.
Tommy sagged against Adam's chest, his breath hot and damp even through Adam's t-shirt. Adam's own legs were shaky, but they'd moved far enough away from the bar that he had nothing to lean against. He stroked a hand through Tommy's hair until Tommy looked up at him, a blissed out and dreamy look in his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. Adam bent to kiss him softly, his fingers feathering a light touch down Tommy's cheek until Tommy leaned into the touch.
Adam cupped Tommy's cheek gently, cocking his head and smiling down at him. “Home?”
Tommy nodded, turning his head until he could press a kiss against Adam's palm. “Home.”
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~1000
Summary: You can stay out late...as long as you kiss me when you come home.
Notes: The idea for this popped into my head while listening to my iPod, and it wouldn't leave me alone. It may not be the most creative story, but for some reason I couldn't stop thinking about it. The title (and the idea) are from Hanson's song of the same name. Thanks to janescott for the beta!
The music in the club thumped loud enough that Adam could feel the bar stool vibrating underneath him when he slid in to order another drink. The martini slid cool and easy down his throat, and he scanned his eyes over the crowd, searching the dance floor until the lights illuminated what he was looking for. He watched as the lights flashed red and blue and purple, and Tommy's long fringe glowed and whipped around his face as he danced, his eyes shut and his mouth open.
Adam leaned forward just a little as he watched Tommy lean back against the chest of another man, tall and broad with his muscled arms bulging out from his snug t-shirt. Tommy threw an arm back to wrap around the man's neck and pulled him even closer, their bodies swaying together easily to the beat of the music. Adam's stomach did a little flip when he saw how the man's hands closed around Tommy's waist, how they were so big they could almost go all the way around. He drained his martini and set the glass down on the bar, signalling for another before wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.
When he turned his eyes back to the dance floor, Tommy was facing the man, his hands clasped behind the man's neck, their bodies pressed together from chest to knee. Adam watched as the man's hands slid down Tommy's back to cup his ass, and for a moment Adam could imagine the familiar feeling of Tommy under his own hands. His heart started beating faster when the man brought one hand up to run through Tommy's hair, fisting in the blond strands and tipping Tommy's head back. The man bent forward and pressed his lips to Tommy's ear, and Adam found himself turning his head as if he'd be able to hear. He watched as Tommy shook his head and laid his hand against the man's chest, and Adam's heart slowed as the man stepped back, disappearing into the crowd and leaving Tommy alone again.
He wasn't alone for long however; he never was. The music changed and suddenly Tommy had his arms wrapped around a woman, smaller than him with dark hair that cascaded down her back and a dress that hugged every curve. Adam smiled against the rim of his martini glass, shaking his head just a little at how predictable Tommy could be. With her, Tommy took charge, his hands resting strong on her hips. Adam could see the little dips where Tommy's fingers dug in to hold her close, and he could see the way she melted against him, her breasts pressing against his chest as he reached one hand up to run through the length of her hair.
Tommy moved across the dance floor as the music shifted; fast songs to slow and back again as Tommy danced with what felt like everyone. Women in short skirts and heels and women in jeans and sneakers; men so big they could've lifted Tommy and men so slight that Adam was tempted to call them boys. Just when Adam was nearing the bottom of his third martini and starting to think about getting up and heading out to the dance floor himself he watched as Tommy pulled himself away from his latest partner, a man not much larger than Tommy himself in a brightly coloured tank with a deep tan and messy hair.
The crowd just seemed to part as Tommy walked towards him, and Adam wondered if Tommy had been watching him too. He moved towards him unerringly, and when he got close enough Adam could see the sheen of sweat on Tommy's face, could see the way his shirt clung tighter to him than it had when they'd got to the club. Adam stood just as Tommy broke through the crowd and stepped into the open space surrounding the bar, and a wide, joyful smile spread across Tommy's face. Before Adam even had time to smile back, Tommy's arms were around him and their bodies were so close that not a breath of air could slip between them.
Tommy kissed him like he was starving, deep and long and messy and with every inch of his body. Adam could feel Tommy's cock pressing hard against his hip and he grabbed Tommy's ass, pulling him closer. He was hard too, had been since the moment Tommy pushed the first man away, and he groaned when he finally got to tangle his own hand in Tommy's hair, got to tug Tommy's head back and drag his teeth down Tommy's throat to taste the salty tang of his sweat. Tommy lifted one leg to wrap it around Adam's waist and lifted himself higher onto his toes until he could grind their cocks together. The music of the club still thumped around them and it swallowed every sound that spilled from Tommy's mouth, even if it did nothing to obscure the sight of them.
Adam moved his mouth back up Tommy's throat to catch his mouth again, pushing his tongue between Tommy's lips, swallowing the moans that made him drunker than those three martinis. He could feel when Tommy's breathing sped up, could feel when it started hitching every time Adam moved his hips, and he swore he could taste the moment that Tommy came, his body arching in Adam's arms. Tommy rocked against him as he gasped, and Adam slipped a hand between their bodies to feel the wet heat spreading on the front of Tommy's tight jeans. He felt Tommy's hand join his, shaking just a little when it pressed against Adam's cock, stroking it through the thick fabric until Adam let go, his cock twitching under Tommy's hand.
Tommy sagged against Adam's chest, his breath hot and damp even through Adam's t-shirt. Adam's own legs were shaky, but they'd moved far enough away from the bar that he had nothing to lean against. He stroked a hand through Tommy's hair until Tommy looked up at him, a blissed out and dreamy look in his eyes, a soft smile on his lips. Adam bent to kiss him softly, his fingers feathering a light touch down Tommy's cheek until Tommy leaned into the touch.
Adam cupped Tommy's cheek gently, cocking his head and smiling down at him. “Home?”
Tommy nodded, turning his head until he could press a kiss against Adam's palm. “Home.”