Fic: A Promise Fated to be Broken
Title: A Promise Fated to be Broken
Author: Maggy_97
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: G
Wordcount: 980
Warning: None
Notes: Thanks go to the wonderful Thrace_Adams for being my beta and my friend. She's doing a great job!
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on real people. The events in this story are entirely fictional and all mine. Adam and Tommy are not. I am not making any profit off of this, it's only for fun.
Please, do NOT copy or link this to Facebook or Twitter and most of all: DON'T tweet a link to the people involved or link them otherwise!
A Promise Fated to be Broken
“It's just a kiss Adam!” Tommy whispers.
He is standing close, our bodies almost touching, but they don't, intentionally so. It's probably our last conscious decision to not let this get completely out of control, to not lose this fight against our desires. Again. But it feels like I'm fighting a futile fight. His face is so close; the tip of his nose almost touches mine. I can feel his breath on my lips. I think, if I just concentrate hard enough, I might even feel his heartbeat too.
“Please, let me!” Tommy begs and it's hardly more than a breath, but I can hear the desire, the want, the desperate need, in it.
It's all I can hear. Everything around us is quiet and dark, nothing else exists. All my senses are focused on him. I can't see him, wouldn't be able to see more than his silhouette in the dark anyway, even if I were to open my eyes. So I don't. I just let myself feel. And worry.
“It's not just a kiss, Tommy, and you know that!” My voice breaks, but I don't pull away. I never pull away from Tommy. I can't. I should, and I know that. But I can't. I'm weak.
“I just want to feel your lips on mine, wanna taste you. I know you want that too. Please, Adam!” God, why does he have to say things like that? How can he expect me to resist him?
And then his lips are on mine, ghosting over the thin sensitive skin. Not kissing, not quite, he's still trying to fight it just as much as I am. But it's there, soft and smooth and dry and for a short moment I wonder, if it's just my imagination. And I open my mouth, just a little bit. I wish Tommy's brain would kick in and he would stop this and step back and let me breathe again, let me think properly and collect myself. But there's also this self-destructive part of me that hopes Tommy will finally stop begging and just do it; hopes, that he will take the responsibility himself, instead of laying it all in my hands, begging me to say the final Yes, to give up the fight. Why are we doing this to ourselves? We both know it will never be 'just a kiss'. It means so much more, it always has, but we could never … we stepped over that line already once and we almost didn't make it back as friends. It was too much. It was not enough. It was intense and confusing and amazing. But I was scared and Tommy freaked and it caused a lot of tears and required a lot of talking between us, before we were sure that we were going to be fine again. And we were fine and we said we would never let it happen again. Could never let it happen again. So, what the hell are we doing here?
Why are we torturing ourselves like this? We are struggling, fighting to keep the promise we made to hold back, the one made in a stark moment of realization, knowing that it was the right thing to do. So, why aren't we able to keep our promise? The need to touch, to feel, to taste is almost overwhelming. But I can't let it happen. Not again. I know there are feelings involved and with 'just a kiss' the floodgates will open wide and then we will take it farther than ever before, too far. Maybe farther than we can bear. But it would be amazing and God, I want it, I want it so badly and the worst thing is, I know Tommy wants it too.
“Tommy ...” I try to stop him, but I know it's not working. It's just a shaky whisper.
He knows it's a warning, I'm not going to be able to resist this sweet allure much longer. And I know he doesn't really want me to. But it's also a plea, my last plea on his consciousness to stop this train, to spare us the tears, the hurt. But I know how it sounds, I know Tommy can hear my desire loud and clear in only this one word. I should stop this, but I can't bring myself to do anything. Can't bring myself to step away from this temptation. From Tommy. Still so close, the tip of his nose playfully nudging at mine, his warm lips still grazing mine. The dry, feathery touch of lips. Teasing. Promising.
But it's not a real kiss if there's no pressure, if our lips aren't really locked, right? This is just … it is not a kiss. I know I'm lying to myself here, but I have to. I have to, because I'm supposed to be the stronger one, I'm supposed to hold it together, I'm supposed to keep my promise. And his. But all I can think about is, how it would feel if it was a real kiss, how it would feel if I could just wet my lips and press them to Tommy's, if I could feel Tommy's tongue tangling with mine, if I could taste him. And suddenly his tongue darts out to lick at the corner of my mouth, just for a second, smooth, warm and wet. And my resistance shatters into million pieces. I can feel the pain of the sharp-edged tiny fragments stabbing into my chest and my stomach from the inside, but I can't stop it. I give up fighting. I'm losing it; a small whimper escapes my lips as I grab the back of Tommy's neck and press our lips together. I'll have to figure out how we can put the pieces of this mess together and make it a friendship again.
Later.
Author: Maggy_97
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: G
Wordcount: 980
Warning: None
Notes: Thanks go to the wonderful Thrace_Adams for being my beta and my friend. She's doing a great job!
Disclaimer: This is a fictional story based on real people. The events in this story are entirely fictional and all mine. Adam and Tommy are not. I am not making any profit off of this, it's only for fun.
Please, do NOT copy or link this to Facebook or Twitter and most of all: DON'T tweet a link to the people involved or link them otherwise!
A Promise Fated to be Broken
“It's just a kiss Adam!” Tommy whispers.
He is standing close, our bodies almost touching, but they don't, intentionally so. It's probably our last conscious decision to not let this get completely out of control, to not lose this fight against our desires. Again. But it feels like I'm fighting a futile fight. His face is so close; the tip of his nose almost touches mine. I can feel his breath on my lips. I think, if I just concentrate hard enough, I might even feel his heartbeat too.
“Please, let me!” Tommy begs and it's hardly more than a breath, but I can hear the desire, the want, the desperate need, in it.
It's all I can hear. Everything around us is quiet and dark, nothing else exists. All my senses are focused on him. I can't see him, wouldn't be able to see more than his silhouette in the dark anyway, even if I were to open my eyes. So I don't. I just let myself feel. And worry.
“It's not just a kiss, Tommy, and you know that!” My voice breaks, but I don't pull away. I never pull away from Tommy. I can't. I should, and I know that. But I can't. I'm weak.
“I just want to feel your lips on mine, wanna taste you. I know you want that too. Please, Adam!” God, why does he have to say things like that? How can he expect me to resist him?
And then his lips are on mine, ghosting over the thin sensitive skin. Not kissing, not quite, he's still trying to fight it just as much as I am. But it's there, soft and smooth and dry and for a short moment I wonder, if it's just my imagination. And I open my mouth, just a little bit. I wish Tommy's brain would kick in and he would stop this and step back and let me breathe again, let me think properly and collect myself. But there's also this self-destructive part of me that hopes Tommy will finally stop begging and just do it; hopes, that he will take the responsibility himself, instead of laying it all in my hands, begging me to say the final Yes, to give up the fight. Why are we doing this to ourselves? We both know it will never be 'just a kiss'. It means so much more, it always has, but we could never … we stepped over that line already once and we almost didn't make it back as friends. It was too much. It was not enough. It was intense and confusing and amazing. But I was scared and Tommy freaked and it caused a lot of tears and required a lot of talking between us, before we were sure that we were going to be fine again. And we were fine and we said we would never let it happen again. Could never let it happen again. So, what the hell are we doing here?
Why are we torturing ourselves like this? We are struggling, fighting to keep the promise we made to hold back, the one made in a stark moment of realization, knowing that it was the right thing to do. So, why aren't we able to keep our promise? The need to touch, to feel, to taste is almost overwhelming. But I can't let it happen. Not again. I know there are feelings involved and with 'just a kiss' the floodgates will open wide and then we will take it farther than ever before, too far. Maybe farther than we can bear. But it would be amazing and God, I want it, I want it so badly and the worst thing is, I know Tommy wants it too.
“Tommy ...” I try to stop him, but I know it's not working. It's just a shaky whisper.
He knows it's a warning, I'm not going to be able to resist this sweet allure much longer. And I know he doesn't really want me to. But it's also a plea, my last plea on his consciousness to stop this train, to spare us the tears, the hurt. But I know how it sounds, I know Tommy can hear my desire loud and clear in only this one word. I should stop this, but I can't bring myself to do anything. Can't bring myself to step away from this temptation. From Tommy. Still so close, the tip of his nose playfully nudging at mine, his warm lips still grazing mine. The dry, feathery touch of lips. Teasing. Promising.
But it's not a real kiss if there's no pressure, if our lips aren't really locked, right? This is just … it is not a kiss. I know I'm lying to myself here, but I have to. I have to, because I'm supposed to be the stronger one, I'm supposed to hold it together, I'm supposed to keep my promise. And his. But all I can think about is, how it would feel if it was a real kiss, how it would feel if I could just wet my lips and press them to Tommy's, if I could feel Tommy's tongue tangling with mine, if I could taste him. And suddenly his tongue darts out to lick at the corner of my mouth, just for a second, smooth, warm and wet. And my resistance shatters into million pieces. I can feel the pain of the sharp-edged tiny fragments stabbing into my chest and my stomach from the inside, but I can't stop it. I give up fighting. I'm losing it; a small whimper escapes my lips as I grab the back of Tommy's neck and press our lips together. I'll have to figure out how we can put the pieces of this mess together and make it a friendship again.
Later.