Fic: I like it when you're wrong
Title: I like it when you're wrong
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: R
Word count: 674
Notes: Written for on_a_halfshell, for a charity drive that was so long ago I've forgotten. Charity:water maybe? Her prompt was "ice cream, heat, longing." Hope you like it bb!
It was the first really hot day of the summer, the air hanging thick and oppressive around Tommy's shoulders. The bottle of beer in his hand was sweating nearly as much as he was, and he took a swig, sighing as the cold liquid took the edge off the heat, at least for a second.
“Maybe you wouldn’t be so hot if you wore a few less clothes.” Tommy looked up to see Adam plunk down in the lawn chair next to him, thin tank top and swim shorts showing off his long, lean limbs. He sighed, leaning back heavily into his lounge chair, letting the sun beat down on his skin instead of hiding under the umbrella like Tommy.
“And maybe if you wore long sleeves like me, you wouldn’t have so many freckles.” Tommy took another swallow of his beer, already much less refreshing than it had been.
Adam shrugged those freckled shoulders, grinning. “You love my freckles.”
Tommy was about to answer, because of course he loved Adam’s freckles, but then he noticed that Adam had an ice cream cone in his hand, already starting to melt. His mouth actually stopped halfway to being closed, going a little dry as Adam’s tongue darted out to lick up the drips from around the bottom of the cone, just before they reached his fingers. Tommy must have made noise, because Adam turned just enough to look at him over the top of the ice cream, his eyes twinkling as he worked his tongue around the cone, closing his lips around the top before pulling them off.
He licked the ice cream off his lips, a smirk playing around the edges of his mouth, and held the ice cream out towards Tommy, one eyebrow raised. “Wanna lick?”
Tommy groaned, his eyes rolling even as he tried to hold back a smile. “God, you’re ridiculous.” He reached out, wrapping his fingers around Adam’s sun-warmed wrist, pulling it closer. “I do want a lick though.” The ice cream was melting again, this time dripping low enough to run over Adam’s fingers. Tommy chased the drips with his tongue, and the cool creaminess of the ice cream might have cut through the heat of the day if it wasn’t for the taste of Adam’s skin beneath the sweetness. Tommy lapped up all the ice cream from Adam’s fingers, but he didn’t stop there. He licked up Adam’s hand to his wrist, pulling Adam’s arm closer still so he could trace his tongue over the lines of Adam’s tattoos, feeling his pulse through the thin skin.
Adam breathed in sharply, his fingers clenching on the ice cream cone hard enough to crack it. The sound perked Tommy’s ears, and he sat back enough to grab the ice cream cone from Adam and drop it to the ground, the ice cream melting almost immediately against the hot concrete. Adam was about to protest, but then Tommy was out of his chair and throwing a leg over Adam’s waist, straddling him easily and bending down to kiss every taste of ice cream from Adam’s lips, and then moving lower to taste every inch of Adam’s warm, freckled skin.
Later, Tommy was stretched out on the cool cotton of Adam’s bed, with Adam rubbing aloe on places Tommy didn’t even want to think about being sunburnt.
“You know, you were wrong earlier.” Tommy’s voice sounded sleepy even to his own ears, Adam’s hands rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back and thighs.
“Oh? About what?”
“Clothes. I wasn’t less hot when I was wearing less clothes.” Adam’s fingers slid over Tommy’s inner thigh, and Tommy’s sentence ended on a groan, his legs parting easily as Adam’s fingers crept higher, brushing over where he was still slick from earlier.
Adam leaned in to press his lips against Tommy’s ear, his breath hot as his fingers pushed slowly into Tommy’s hole, bringing a moan up from deep in Tommy’s chest. “Well, I’ll just have to work harder at being right, won’t I?”
Tommy's voice was breathy when he answered, hitching as Adam's fingers twisted inside of him. "I like it when you're wrong."
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: R
Word count: 674
Notes: Written for on_a_halfshell, for a charity drive that was so long ago I've forgotten. Charity:water maybe? Her prompt was "ice cream, heat, longing." Hope you like it bb!
It was the first really hot day of the summer, the air hanging thick and oppressive around Tommy's shoulders. The bottle of beer in his hand was sweating nearly as much as he was, and he took a swig, sighing as the cold liquid took the edge off the heat, at least for a second.
“Maybe you wouldn’t be so hot if you wore a few less clothes.” Tommy looked up to see Adam plunk down in the lawn chair next to him, thin tank top and swim shorts showing off his long, lean limbs. He sighed, leaning back heavily into his lounge chair, letting the sun beat down on his skin instead of hiding under the umbrella like Tommy.
“And maybe if you wore long sleeves like me, you wouldn’t have so many freckles.” Tommy took another swallow of his beer, already much less refreshing than it had been.
Adam shrugged those freckled shoulders, grinning. “You love my freckles.”
Tommy was about to answer, because of course he loved Adam’s freckles, but then he noticed that Adam had an ice cream cone in his hand, already starting to melt. His mouth actually stopped halfway to being closed, going a little dry as Adam’s tongue darted out to lick up the drips from around the bottom of the cone, just before they reached his fingers. Tommy must have made noise, because Adam turned just enough to look at him over the top of the ice cream, his eyes twinkling as he worked his tongue around the cone, closing his lips around the top before pulling them off.
He licked the ice cream off his lips, a smirk playing around the edges of his mouth, and held the ice cream out towards Tommy, one eyebrow raised. “Wanna lick?”
Tommy groaned, his eyes rolling even as he tried to hold back a smile. “God, you’re ridiculous.” He reached out, wrapping his fingers around Adam’s sun-warmed wrist, pulling it closer. “I do want a lick though.” The ice cream was melting again, this time dripping low enough to run over Adam’s fingers. Tommy chased the drips with his tongue, and the cool creaminess of the ice cream might have cut through the heat of the day if it wasn’t for the taste of Adam’s skin beneath the sweetness. Tommy lapped up all the ice cream from Adam’s fingers, but he didn’t stop there. He licked up Adam’s hand to his wrist, pulling Adam’s arm closer still so he could trace his tongue over the lines of Adam’s tattoos, feeling his pulse through the thin skin.
Adam breathed in sharply, his fingers clenching on the ice cream cone hard enough to crack it. The sound perked Tommy’s ears, and he sat back enough to grab the ice cream cone from Adam and drop it to the ground, the ice cream melting almost immediately against the hot concrete. Adam was about to protest, but then Tommy was out of his chair and throwing a leg over Adam’s waist, straddling him easily and bending down to kiss every taste of ice cream from Adam’s lips, and then moving lower to taste every inch of Adam’s warm, freckled skin.
Later, Tommy was stretched out on the cool cotton of Adam’s bed, with Adam rubbing aloe on places Tommy didn’t even want to think about being sunburnt.
“You know, you were wrong earlier.” Tommy’s voice sounded sleepy even to his own ears, Adam’s hands rubbing slow, soothing circles on his back and thighs.
“Oh? About what?”
“Clothes. I wasn’t less hot when I was wearing less clothes.” Adam’s fingers slid over Tommy’s inner thigh, and Tommy’s sentence ended on a groan, his legs parting easily as Adam’s fingers crept higher, brushing over where he was still slick from earlier.
Adam leaned in to press his lips against Tommy’s ear, his breath hot as his fingers pushed slowly into Tommy’s hole, bringing a moan up from deep in Tommy’s chest. “Well, I’ll just have to work harder at being right, won’t I?”
Tommy's voice was breathy when he answered, hitching as Adam's fingers twisted inside of him. "I like it when you're wrong."