Fic: Say it ... and you can have it
Title: Say it ... and you can have it
Author: Maggy_97
Beta: Thraceadams
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC 17
Wordcount: 7482
Warning: bottom!Adam; it gets a bit angsty occasionally, but that's just a phase :)
Summary: This fic was heavily inspired by this picture. A coincidence and getting caught by Adam leads to Tommy getting what he wants - fulfilling a fantasy.
Notes: First: thanks go to the wonderful Thrace_Adams for being my beta and my friend. She's doing a great job! All remaining mistakes are totally mine.
Second: this fic comes 9 months too late, basically. It should have been posted in January, and I actually started writing it back then, but yeah, it didn't happen. But that's why events/circumstances mentioned here aren't really matching the RL we know, such as Adam is not living in a hotel room/apartment and he's actually not in a long distance relationship.
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!
Say it … and you can have it
The evening started out completely innocent. They were just supposed to have dinner together, they hadn't really had time to see each other and just talk since … forever. But when Adam opened the door at half past seven, just dressed in briefs and nothing else, Tommy knew dinner was going to be late. When Adam let him in he'd taken his boots and jacket off and Adam had vanished into the bathroom.
Using each others' laptops had never been an issue between the two of them. They basically knew everything about each other, there was enough trust and knowledge not to destroy important data; and what was there to hide anyway. So, Tommy made himself at home and when he saw Adam's laptop on a small table, he went over and opened it up. He was immediately greeted by a picture. A picture of Adam on stage. On all fours. His head up, looking somewhere off to the right out of the shot, biting his bottom lip just slightly. His knees were spread, making his thighs form a nice triangle with his crotch.
Tommy found himself staring at the picture, remembering the moment on stage instantly. He hadn't been able to do much else but stare then too. And he remembered that all he'd been able to think was Holy Shit! and then Adam was rocking back on his heels. And a strange feeling had shot through Tommy's mind, something weird and unfamiliar and surprising and totally confusing. It had burned itself into Tommy's head and hadn't taken him much effort to figure out what it was - lust.
But, What the hell? He'd still felt it long after Adam had gotten off his knees and off the stage that night; and he'd found himself thinking about it quite often afterwards, usually in situations where he was alone and a bed was involved and his hand was working quick and sure between his legs, his mind focused on a single image of Adam's ass.
Tommy had tried to push these thoughts away, not very succesfully, he had to admit. He was straight, right? He liked curves and a nice shaped ass as much as the next guy. But he also liked Adam, there was no doubt about that. Adam was his friend. And damn, what a nice view it had been from his spot on stage!
Looking at the picture now, he saw that the people on the other side of the stage had gotten a pretty good view too. The longer Tommy stared at the picture, the more his pants tightened, an all too familiar feeling. And when the picture in his head began to move, he closed his eyes. He could see it in his mind - the stage, the audience in front of him, Adam arching his back, rocking back and forth. And Tommy let his hand drop to his crotch, rubbing just slightly, just enough to provide a little bit of the delicious friction he needed and he couldn't help the small sigh that escaped his lips.
"I see you like the picture" came Adam's voice from behind him, a barely hidden teasing tone in it.
Tommy froze in his chair. He resisted the impulse to shut the laptop, because yeah, what would have been the use of that? He felt his cheeks heating up knowing he'd been caught. The feeling of utter embarassment overwhelmed him and there was no way he could turn and face Adam.
"I like it too, you know!" Adam didn't bother to move from where he was standing behind Tommy, he just leaned down to whisper in his ear in that same teasing voice. "Anything you want to tell me, Tommy? Hmm?"
It was totally unfair. Adam must have known Tommy would see the picture as soon as he opened the laptop. He could've warned him at least. Somewhere in his head Tommy knew he was being irrational, that Adam had no idea he'd open his laptop immediately and see that picture. But now Adam had caught him staring at it; and with a hand palming his dick through his jeans. There'd be no use denying how he felt about the picture, not when it was so obvious.
When Tommy didn't answer Adam stepped in front of him, still smiling. And he was still only wearing his briefs. He turned just so and looked over his shoulder down at his ass, impishly declaring, "Oh, Tommy. It's nothing to be ashamed of, I know I have a fairly nice ass. You wouldn't be the first one who wants a piece of it." His tone teasing and a smirk on his lips.
Tommy felt a blush creeping up, he cast his eyes down and looked at his hands instead of Adam's ass, the picture still mocking him from the screen in front of him.
When Adam spoke next, his voice had changed and Tommy could hear a bit of surprise and something he couldn't quite decipher. "You … you really do want a piece of it, don't you?" Adam asked incredulously. "Tommy Joe? I've known you long enough by now and believe me, you really don't have a pokerface!"
"Adam … I … I'm ... " And wasn't that fucking great, he was so nervous he was tripping over his words! What was he, 12? Frustrated and anxious under Adam's scrutiny, he got up and crossed the room, putting a few steps between himself and Adam. He felt like a kid, caught doing something forbidden, it was ridiculous. But when he looked at Adam, standing there, bare chest, long, naked legs and hands on his hips framing a tiny pair of briefs, he couldn't help but feel that way. He'd seen Adam like that a dozen times before, but now these thoughts, these images of Adam on all fours, his ass up and that needy look on his face were burning themselves into his head. And Tommy could barely hide his arousal.
"Just tell me, Tommy." The amusement in Adam's voice was almost gone. Sometimes Tommy really wondered if Adam was able to read his mind. Scary as this thought was, he wouldn't really mind it. But he couldn't bring himself to tell Adam what he was thinking.
"Don't ..." His voice broke, when Adam came closer, because that was so not a good idea right now.
"Don't what, Tommy?" Adam was standing just mere inches away from him now. Tommy could smell him, could see him breathing. He didn't dare to look up and meet Adam's eyes. Adam bent down a bit and spoke directly into Tommy's ear "I'm pretty sure I know what you want. And so do you. Come on, admit it!"
It was barely a whisper and it sent shivers down Tommy's spine.
"You're really full of yourself, aren't you?" Tommy went for a casual voice, but failed by a mile, his voice betraying the scattered emotions he was feeling. He tried to get away with it, tried to find a way out of this embarrassing conversation. But it was clear that Adam wasn't budging. He was still calm, his eyes piercing, demanding an answer.
"Please, Adam, don't. Don't make me say it. I can't … I'm ..." God, this was just so embarrassing.
"Look at me, Tommy!" The same tone, reassuring, calm, but firm.
Tommy took a deep breath and lifted his head up, his eyes slowly following. He let his gaze linger on Adam's bare chest. It was so different from everything he was used to being attracted to. It was broad and muscular, covered with hair, and the small pink nipples that he just wanted to lick, but most of all - there were no breasts. Still, Tommy found himself wanting to touch his chest anyway, to kiss it, to let his nose nuzzle into the soft hair. He had to shut his eyes at that thought. What was wrong with him?
"Look at me!" Adam demanded again. And when Tommy opened his eyes he finally met Adam's gaze. There was no mocking there, no deceit, just honesty and an openness that was almost frightening.
"I saw what you did, Tommy, staring at that picture. I saw where your hand was and I heard you."
Tommy could feel Adam's hands taking his own and guiding them around his body, planting them on his ass. Tommy didn't think he could blush more, but he felt his face heat and his first instinct was to pull his hands away. But Adam pressed his larger hands over his and he could do nothing else but feel it. Feel the taut, soft flesh under his palms, heat radiating through the thin cotton covering Adam's skin.
Adam held his gaze, as if searching for something in Tommy's eyes, something he already seemed to know. And Tommy couldn't look away, those blue eyes holding him hostage. Adam must have found what he was searching for, because he pulled his hands away, slowly, and Tommy was left simply enjoying the feel of Adam's warm round ass in his palms. Again he was reminded of how different this was from anything he'd experienced so far, but it wasn't any less arousing.
Adam's arms came up around his shoulders, holding him close. Tommy closed his eyes, his head falling onto Adam's shoulder. He let himself breathe in Adam's scent and finally let himself rub his palms over Adam's ass, squeezing it, stroking it.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Adam whispered in his ear. He darted his tongue out, licking over Tommy's piercings.
"Don't tell me otherwise, because I can feel how much you want it!" He pressed his thigh against Tommy's erection and Tommy flexed his hands in response, kneading the flesh of Adam's ass. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted.
"I want you to say it, Tommy Joe!" Adam's voice still just a breath, but something else lay under it now, something darker, more heated.
"Say it … and you can have it. I'll give you everything you want, I just want to hear it." And this time his tongue darted out and slid right into Tommy's ear and Tommy couldn't help the moan that escaped him and the shiver that ran through his body. His hands slipped underneath Adam's briefs and he could feel the soft skin, the velvet hair covering Adam's ass and he felt like he was in heaven.
He sucked a deep breath in, trying to find his voice. "I want you Adam!" He whispered raggedly.
He could feel Adam chuckle more than he could hear it. "I know you do, Tommy. But you have to tell me what exactly it is that you want!"
With a finger under his chin, Adam lifted Tommy's head up until their eyes met. "You don't have to beg for anything, Tommy. I'll happily give you what you want. I just want you to say it out loud. I need to hear you say it out loud." And then he kissed him softly on the lips.
But Tommy couldn't bring himself to say it. If he'd had some alcohol, it would have loosened his tongue, maybe made it easier to say. But he was stone-cold sober, nothing to lower his inhibitions and he just couldn't say it.
He's always considered himself open-minded. There'd been a couple of guys in his past he'd been close with physically, nothing more than handjobs but still, they'd been close. But he'd never actually been attracted to a man, not like this.
He was straight. Yes, he liked to play with gender stereotypes, liked to put on make up, liked how his slightly feminine appearance got construction workers in his favorite taco place confused. But he couldn't deny that he'd always been attracted to girls. Nothing wrong with that, right?
So how could it be that he wanted nothing more right now than to never have to release his grip on Adam's ass? Adam's ass. As in Adam, his friend, his very male friend. Dammit, maybe Adam was right after all and he really was Tommy's only exception. But if so, how could you tell your friend that you want … that? If he said it out loud, it would become real … he couldn't take it back, once Adam heard it.
Maybe I can show him, Tommy thought. And he closed his eyes, let his head fall against Adam's shoulder again and let his hands wander. He stroked Adam's beautiful, round, soft yet muscular ass and let his forefingers slip into the warm cleft between Adam's cheeks. Just briefly, just to test. He smiled when he felt Adam harden against his belly. And he dared to do it again, because maybe Adam would let it go, maybe he wouldn't make him say it after all.
He let his left hand palm Adam's round cheek, softly kneading, and slid the middle finger of his other hand down the cleft, let it circle Adam's hole for a short second with just the slightest bit of pressure. And he could hear Adam's breath hitch in response. Yeah, maybe …
"Tell me, Tommy!"
That sounded a bit more like a demand.
Dammit! Tommy groaned. "I can't! Adam, please … "
Adam sighed and suddenly Tommy's hands were pulled out of Adam's briefs, his wrists held by strong hands while Adam took a small step backwards. He brought Tommy's hands up to his lips and kissed the knuckles. Tommy was left wondering how the energy could shift so drastically in so little time and if maybe he'd missed something.
"If you can't say it, Tommy, it isn't going to happen. I know what you want. But I won't give you the satisfaction of actually getting it and then pretending it never happened or saying that you didn't really want it to. Because you do!" And with that Adam gave his hands one last kiss and turned to leave the room, heading for the bathroom.
Tommy was dumbfounded. He watched Adam turn around, watched him go and couldn't help but let his gaze fall right to Adam's ass. He wanted it. Maybe … "Adam!" he paused, shocked at how loud his voice sounded in the empty room "Wait!"
When Adam turned slowly Tommy totally expected to see a smug smirk on his face, but it wasn't there. Adam looked at him,those blue eyes, open, and asking. "What, Tommy?"
And that's when realisation struck Tommy. The fact that Adam is his friend made this whole situation and his current desires kind of weird, but it also made it the easiest thing on Earth. Everything was right there in Adam's eyes; Tommy doesn't need to hide anything from him. He could make a complete fool of himself here and it would still be okay. He could bare his deepest thoughts and Adam wouldn't make fun of him, wouldn't judge him. He could make mistakes and he would be forgiven. They would be alright, no matter what he said or did. All Adam was asking for, all he was demanding, was honesty. The least Tommy could do was give him that.
Tommy went over to the small table where he'd left the laptop. He turned the screen so that Adam could see the picture. Adam looked at it and up at Tommy again.
"Tommy, I told you and I'll say it again, I know what you want, just ..."
"I ..." and Tommy had to swallow, because fuck, this was a huge thing for him to say. But he knew if he couldn't say it now, he'd never say it and that would make him feel like a loser. "I want to fuck you!"
And wow that came out way louder than he expected and much bolder than he felt. But, it was out there. He couldn't take it back. He couldn't pretend it wasn't what it was. He could see the surprise in Adam's face and then Adam smiled and closed the distance between them with two long steps, wrapping Tommy in his arms.
He held him close for a few moments and Tommy's arms wrapped around Adam's waist and he let himself touch the soft skin at the small of Adam's back. Adam kissed the top of his head. "Thank you!"
Tommy could hear him smiling and he thought he could hear a bit of pride too. Smug fucker! But Tommy actually didn't mind very much. He was quite proud of himself too.
He didn't know how many minutes passed when he heard Adam whisper "Touch me, Tommy!"
It wasn't until then that he allowed himself to let his hands drop from Adam's naked back down to his ass. His fingers slipped right under the briefs and he thought he could do this forever, could get lost in the feeling of the silky soft skin of Adam's ass underneath his fingers. He gave it a good squeeze and Adam made a noise that he thought he wouldn't mind hearing forever either. And when Adam bucked his hips in response, Tommy could feel he wasn't the only one enjoying this.
"Tell me what it looked like!" Adam demanded in the same whisper, heat and desire lying underneath.
"You know what it looked like, you've seen the pictures." Tommy answered, his own voice laden with heat and desire as well. His hands and fingers were restless now on Adam's ass, being more daring than before, dipping into the cleft, teasing the hole randomly.
"Yeah, but ..." Adam let out shuddering sigh when Tommy squeezed his ass again. Both of their hips snapping forward, creating a beautiful friction. "... I mean from your perspective!"
But before Tommy could answer he captured his mouth, kissing him deeply and thoroughly until they had to break apart to breathe.
Tommy had kissed some people in his life and this was by no means the first time he'd kissed Adam, they'd kissed almost every night for half a year. But this? This was entirely different, this was purely Adam. The way his voice was just a breath, the way his hips bucked in unison with Tommy's, the way he was just … Adam.
"Tell me Tommy, how did it look?" Adam said, his voice cracking with need.
He released his grip on Tommy's shoulders and stepped back, slowly, almost hesitantly, but Tommy could see the smirk forming on his lips. He watched Adam going over to his bed, climbing onto it with his back towards Tommy, his ass in the air.
Tommy knew Adam was making a show of it but he couldn't bring himself to look away. When Adam was kneeling on the bed, in the exact same position from the picture, he looked back at Tommy over his shoulder. "Did it look like this, Tommy?"
His mouth dry, all Tommy could do was nod. He was afraid of swallowing his own tongue if he tried talking.
"Come closer, Tommy! Tell me what you thought when you saw me like that ... offering myself to you, on stage, in front of two thousand people, hmm? Come on, what did you think? Tell me, Tommy!" And this time, Adam's voice definitely held a demanding tone.
Tommy willed his legs into motion and when his knees hit the bed he couldn't help but reach out and touch the curve of Adam's ass. Stepping behind him, taking that ass in both of his hands, Tommy wanted to say something that would answer Adam's questions, but then one sentence shifted into focus. He looked up, following the line of Adam's spine to his shoulders and his head. And that's when Tommy noticed the mirror right in front of them, he could see Adam's piercing eyes right on him.
"Offering to … me?" He sqeezed Adam's ass and pressed his erection forward.
"Yeah, who else … silly!" Adam groaned and shut his eyes. When he looked up again, he bit his bottom lip, arched his back just so and rocked back against Tommy. Tommy couldn't help but think that the image in the mirror looked just like the picture, only closer and with less people around. And this time he had the opportunity to actually look, touch and feel, and suddenly he was overwhelmed. He stepped back and his hands jerked off Adam and he just … he had to breathe. Fuck, what's happening here? Nervously, he ran a hand through his hair.
"Tommy Joe, look at me!" Adam's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked back up and right into the mirror. "Whatever you're thinking, don't!"
"Adam, I … I just … I don't know what I'm doing here … I can't … And you are … I forgot! Oh my God, how could I forget? He … and … " Great, now he's back to stuttering again and just this close to hyperventilating.
In no time Adam jumped off the bed and was holding Tommy in a tight embrace. "Shh … stop it, Tommy!", he murmerd into Tommy's hair. "You are not freaking out here. I won't let you! Everything is okay. Long distance relationships are something special. Whatever we do here, he is okay with it."
"But how ..."
"I know this for a fact and you have to trust me in this. It is my responsibility and I'm taking it. I am not cheating on him, stop worrying!"
He pulled back to look at Tommy, pushed Tommy's long hair behind his ear and smiled at him before kissing him on the lips, sweet and almost chaste.
"Although I really appreciate that you're thinking of him, Tommy"
He pulled Tommy back into his arms, holding him tightly. "And about you: I'll stop pressuring you, I promise. I know what you want, you don't have to say it again if you don't want to, okay?"
Another sweet kiss then Adam pressed their foreheads together. "I really don't want to scare you, Tommy, but you just have to know I am with you here, we're on the same page. You don't know how often I've thought about this. You make me wanna do things … I was always hoping you'd want it, want me, was hoping I would be your only exception. Tommy, you have no idea." The last words came out as a small laugh.
Tommy moved his head so he could rest his temple on Adam's shoulder. He needed a few moments, just breathing, feeling Adam close, letting himself calm down, letting Adam's words sink in. He didn't know how long they stood like that, but after some time he noticed the skin of Adam's shoulder against his cheek and the feeling of want came back to his mind, without its ugly partner remorse; and when he opened his eyes he caught their image in the mirror. It looked so familiar, but at the same time strangly unbalanced. Adam's tall figure, half-naked, beautiful, calm and at peace with himself, pressed close against his own, small, fragil, unconfident, fully clothed one.
Adam followed his gaze. "You still want this?", he asked quietly, almost cautious.
And Tommy nodded. Yeah, he wanted this, that much he knew. "But …"
Adam interrupted him. "We don't have to. Not now, not never. Don't ever feel like you have to. But um, you can, you know, if you want to."
"No, 's not that!" God, Adam really needed to shut up. He did want it and tonight was as good a moment as any other night. Actually no, tonight was better than many other nights, because they had it all to themselves, nowhere to go, and no one expected to see either of them. So, tonight was perfect.
But yeah, as embarrassing as this probably was, he had to fess up now, because do it properly or not at all, right? and as much as he liked to think of himself as experienced, he clearly was kind of out of his zone here. "I have no idea what I'm doing here! I … I don't want to fuck it up and I don't know how ..."
Adam leaned slightly backwards, so he could look into Tommy's eyes. He cupped Tommy's cheek with one hand, again stroking the hair away that covered his eyes. "I know."
"So ..."
Adam wiggled his eyebrows and smiled "Mind if I guide you?" That made Tommy laugh, because damn, Adam was just one adorable motherfucker, he went from hot to sweet to dorky in less than a minute. And all of a sudden the tension was gone, replaced by something else, equally noticeable, but much better.
He got up on his tiptoes and pressed his lips to Adam's and for a few seconds Adam let him have it, let him command the kiss, but then he tilted his head just so and took over and Tommy melted into his arms. He let his hands roam over Adam's naked body, the broad shoulders, the back, trying to feel every inch of skin. And when he reached Adam's lower back he let his fingertips slip under the waistband of Adam's briefs and stripped them down until Adam's ass was bare. It was one of the hottest things he'd ever experienced and he wasn't going to be shy about admitting it anymore.
"Tell me how to do this right, Adam." His voice held a desperate edge to it and he was unconcerned. "Show me how to do this right, how to make it good for you. Because that's what I want, to make it good for you!"
Adam pulled him into another breathstealing kiss and when he pulled away the smirk on his face was the one Tommy had been expecting to see all night.
"Well, first ... clothes off!"
Tommy did as he was told and put his clothes on a chair. When he turned around Adam was sitting on the edge of the bed, fishing around in the open drawer of the bedside table. When he tossed a condom package and a small bottle of lube on the bed Tommy felt his face heating up again. Oh shit! I'm really gonna do this!? Fuck! Am I really?
Adam looked at him and crooked a finger "C'mere!" He patted the bed beside him. "We need to talk about some things first."
Oh no, Adam expected him to talk again? But …
"Don't look at me like that! I promised I wouldn't make you talk again and I won't. I'll do the talking, most of it at least."
Tommy nodded and sat down beside Adam. He felt like a schoolboy all of a sudden and was very aware of his nakedness.
"I know this is probably a one time thing, besides also being kind of a first time thing for you. So, I need to know some things too, okay? I need to know where the line is between 'feels okay' and 'not okay anymore.' " He looked Tommy in the eyes, tenderness and care written over his features, tilting his head to one side.
"Okay" Tommy answered, although he wasn't entirely sure what Adam meant.
"So … is this okay?" Adam grabbed a fistful of Tommy's hair, turned his head and then they were kissing.
Tommy shouldn't really be surprised anymore about the thousand and one ways Adam kisses. This wasn't one of those intense breathstealing kisses like they'd shared just moments ago. This kiss was tender, thorough, and slow as if they had all the time in the world. He opened to Adam's tongue, let him taste and explore and when Adam pulled away Tommy sucked in a shaky breath.
"Well, I'll take that as a yes", Adam chuckled, visibly pleased with himself and all Tommy could do was nod vigorously.
"How about this?", Adam asked and Tommy was pulled up and spun around and before he realized what happened he found himself straddling Adam's lap. Adam gave him a short moment to recover before he was pulled into another kiss and Adam's hand was on his dick. He jumped a little, startled, but it wasn't the first time he'd had someone else's hand stroking him. It was just the first time that it was Adam's hand and his dick was obviously okay with it.
"That okay too?" Adam asked tenderly against Tommy's lips and Tommy nodded again.
"Good. Would you mind me doing that with my mouth?"
Holy Shit! Did Adam really just ask him that? Adam's hand was still stroking his cock, slow but sure strokes, not meant to get him anywhere, just to keep him interested. And when he slid his thumb across the head, Tommy imagined Adam's tongue, his mouth, these beautiful lips closed tight around his cock. Warm, wet, sucking and … oh yes, he was definitely okay with that. He said as much and couldn't help the groan that came with it.
"Good", Adam said huskily, smiling against Tommy's lips before kissing them again.
When Adam didn't seem to want stop kissing, Tommy realized the conversation was done. As much as he was relieved by that, he felt like he missed something really important if that was all the 'guidance' Adam was going to give. He wanted to enjoy being here with Adam, bathing in all the sensations of Adam's lips on his and Adam's hand on his dick, but he needed more.
"Adam, I need to know … I mean, what do I have to, you know, like, do to you? I mean, I kinda know, I'm not that stupid, but what if I do it wrong … or …" Tommy hated himself a little right now. He often felt terribly inarticulate compared to Adam, but this was actually embarrassing.
Adam's hand stopped its movements, but didn't leave his dick, his fingers staying loosely wrapped around the shaft.
"Don't worry, Tommy! I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. And if there's anything you want to do and are unsure about, or maybe something you need me to do, just say it or find a way to show me, 'kay?"
Nodding was all Tommy was able to do.
"So, is there anything I can do for you right now?" Adam asked and the lightness in his voice somehow loosened the knot that Tommy hadn't noticed building in his chest.
There was one thing Tommy would like right now and Adam was sitting on it. And Tommy was still sitting on Adam. There was just no way he could go all caveman on Adam and manhandle him, so he was going to have to say it. He leaned back a bit, so that he could look at Adam. Those blue eyes, totally focused on him, like there was nobody else in the world Adam would rather look at and making Tommy feel like the most interesting thing on Earth right now.
"Yeah, um," he swallowed hard, "there is something you could do for me. Would you um, please lay down on your stomach?"
He huffed out a breath, relieved at finally putting his wants to voice and remembering to be a gentleman about it. He knew how to use the words please and thank you.
"Oh, and um, these are gonna have to come off too, please?" he hooked his forefinger into the waistband of Adam's briefs and let them snap back, causing Adam to yelp and then laugh.
"Well Tommy Joe, since you asked so politely!"
Tommy was pushed off Adam so he could stand and remove his briefs. He turned around and lay down on the bed as Tommy had asked, but not fast enough that Tommy didn't get an eyeful of his cock. And yeah, Tommy couldn't wait to get Adam's ass in his hands, but he would be lying if he wasn't curious to spend some time exploring Adam's front side too. But before that thought could fully manifest itself in Tommy's brain, Adam was lying in front of him, flat on his stomach, long legs stretched out, arms folded underneath the pillow his head was lying on, and all thoughts in Tommy's head were gone.
Adam turned his face to look at Tommy with a smile "Like that?"
All Tommy could do was nod again and damn, it seemed like that was his signature move tonight. But the sight in front of him was so good that he feared destroying it by talking.
"You're fucking beautiful!" The whispered words stumbled out of his mouth before he even realized it.
"Thank you!" Adam beamed at him. Then, in a more serious voice "It's all yours. Take what you want!"
***
Tommy hadn't really known what to expect. But now, listening to his own heartbeat slowly coming back to normal, he thought if he'd ever had expectations of how sex with Adam would have been, they'd've all been met.
Adam hadn't just let Tommy take his time, getting used to the idea and feel of being with a man and how different that was, he'd even encouraged him, had made him feel safe and secure in exploring what felt good and what had made Adam feel good.
He couldn't believe how soft the skin on Adam's back had felt when he'd traced every possible line with his fingertips. He'd found himself staring at his own hands, kneading the flesh on Adam's ass, amazed by the look and feel of it.
He still couldn't tell where the sudden urge to kiss and lick and taste came from, but it had been there and he'd just wanted. And when Adam hadn't stopped him, when he'd even told him again, to do what he wanted, Tommy had just gone for it.
There had been this one millisecond when the thought of What the fuck am I doing here? had crossed his mind, but he'd just closed his eyes and had done what felt right and had let himself explore; and Adam had made these amazing noises that Tommy just wanted to hear more of. He'd bathed in the knowledge that he was the one pulling pleasure-filled sounds from Adam and he'd loved every second of it.
Through the fog that had apparently replaced his brain Tommy noticed that Adam had gotten up and gone into the bathroom. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it wasn't right, at least it didn't feel right, he should be the one getting up, taking care of Adam. But his knees still felt like jelly and his eyelids were so heavy that he just couldn't seem to open them so he just concentrated on breathing and staying awake.
He remembered how much he'd enjoyed making Adam writhe beneath him just by using his tongue and lips; kissing, licking, sometimes sucking or biting the delicate skin. But there had been one point when Adam hadn't been able to take it anymore, when he'd turned around and gripped Tommy by his upper arms, hauling him up and spinning him around, pressing his back down onto the mattress.
And Tommy knew he'd probably never forget the way Adam had looked up at him from between his legs, just before he'd ducked his head to press a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock, the way he let his tongue run over the head, dipping into the slit, tasting a drop of precum. Tommy had fought to keep his eyes open, he'd wanted to watch. And he was glad he did when he had seen Adam parting his lips just slightly and sucking lightly on the tip of Tommy's cock a few times before opening up and swallowing him.
Tommy hadn't noticed Adam grabbing and opening the lube, and he probably wouldn't have noticed Adam preparing himself while continuing to suck Tommy's cock, if it hadn't been for the moan he'd let escape. It went through Tommy's whole body - and had prompted him to open his eyes.
The scene that had met him was straight out of one of his fantasies. His dick had been sliding in and out of Adam's mouth through his sinfully plump wet lips, held in place by Adam's left hand, while Adam's right hand had disappeared between his own spread legs. Tommy had stared open-mouthed and could tell from the movements of Adam's wrist exactly what he was doing. He'd almost come right then and there.
But Adam had just looked up at him and with one last lick he'd let Tommy's dick go and moved up to kiss him. Grabbing the condom package he'd looked at Tommy.
"How do you want it?" he'd asked, but Tommy was too busy staring at Adam's hands and what they were doing, tearing the foil apart and getting the thin latex out, to even think of an answer.
When Adam had rolled the condom down on Tommy's cock, adding a bit more lube, Tommy had to close his eyes again. I'm going to fuck him! No, I'm not!... Yes, I am! Fuck, I'm really going to fuck him! Oh my God! was all he'd been able to think.
Adam had given him one more stroke before he'd wiped his hand on the bedspread and leaned forward to kiss him again. "You want to do it like this, lay back and have me riding you?"
Another kiss. "Or do you want me on my hands and knees, just like on that picture, hmm?"
Another kiss. ´"Tell me, Tommy Joe! How do you want me?" It had barely been more than a whisper.
Tommy couldn't remember if he'd said it out loud or if he'd just moved into position on his knees behind Adam. It didn't matter. He could remember how he'd looked down and watched his cock disappear into Adam's body, his hands holding and spreading the beautiful musculature of Adam's ass. He could remember the heat he'd been surrounded by, the feeling of being engulfed, swallowed by Adam's body. He thought he still could feel Adam surrounding his dick, even now.
He'd gone completely still when he'd sunk in all the way to the base, just savoring the feeling, trying to breathe, trying not to think too much about what was happening, but just enjoy and memorize the sensation. When he'd been able to breathe again, he'd looked up and caught Adam's eyes in the mirror. And one moment later Adam was smirking and rocking back onto Tommy's dick with short little thrusts.
"Don't!" It was hardly more than a shuddered breath coming out of Tommy's mouth. "Don't move or it'll be over too soon!"
Adam had taken a deep breath, quivering with the effort to keep still to give Tommy time to regain at least some of his control.
But then Adam had bitten his bottom lip and had arched his back and Tommy might have let out an embarrassing sound and had let go.
It was exactly what he'd been dreaming of so many times and as much as he'd tried to make it last longer, he hadn't been able to slow down. He'd vaguely noticed Adam jerking himself while meeting Tommy's every thrust. And then a firework had exploded behind Tommy's eyelids when his orgasm hit.
Tommy shuddered and stretched, his heartbeat was almost back to normal now. He felt the condom being removed from his dick and when he opened his eyes he saw Adam throwing it in the trash. He felt a deep blush creeping up his cheeks. Now wasn't this embarrassing? " 'm sorry!" he mumbled.
Adam just smiled and climbed onto the bed, lying on his side beside Tommy, not touching, just looking at him with his head resting on one hand. "You okay?", he asked tenderly, carding a hand through Tommy's hair, wiping some sweaty strands away from his forehead.
Tommy turned onto his side, looking at Adam. Oh shit! Fuck, we just … I did … I'm screwed! was the first thought Tommy's brain unhelpfully provided and he had to look away. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach, an uneasy feeling flooding through him. He felt Adam's finger on his chin turning his head slightly, demanding eye-contact.
"Hey! Look at me!"
It did nothing to help Tommy's panic attack, in fact it made it worse.
"I fucked everything up, didn't I? Oh my God, what was I thinking?", he blurted out before he made a move to get out of the bed, to get out of there, away from Adam.
"No, hey, hey ... HEY!"
Adam was quick. And strong. He grabbed Tommy and didn't let him get way, instead he pulled Tommy towards his chest. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He closed his long arms behind Tommy's back and held him close, pressing a kiss to his head. "You're thinking too much Tommy Joe!"
Tommy let himself relax a bit against Adam's body, let the calmness that Adam was radiating slowly seep into his body, let the feeling of soft warm skin on his own wash the anxiety away. He breathed deeply, surrounded by the smell of Adam. "So, we are still okay?" he asked quietly.
"Of course we are! Why wouldn't we be, hmm?"
"Dunno, I just ... I mean, this was ..."
Adam stopped him, shushing him. "Shh … everything is okay Tommy!"
Tommy wanted to believe him. He felt they could be okay. It was just too damn weird to lie there with Adam, in Adam's arms. They'd done it a million times before, but now they were naked and they'd just had sex and somehow it seemed awkward. But he let himself be held by Adam and after a few more minutes of silence he felt calm again, the short panic attack almost subsided.
"So …" Adam started.
"Hmm?"
"Did you like it?", Adam asked.
Tommy lifted his head, frowning at Adam, surprised by the question. Adam's face was serious though, his blue eyes warm and full of questions.
"Yeah … yeah, I did." Tommy nodded. "I have to say …" and a giggle erupted and Tommy had to hug Adam tighter. He buried his face in Adam's neck when he added "God, you have such a beautiful ass!" It was muffled by Adam's skin and Tommy didn't know if Adam was able to hear it or not, he didn't even know if he wanted Adam to hear it.
"Well, thank you!" Adam laughed, and so much for that.
"Was it … I mean, was it okay for you too? I think you don't often … you know. And I'm sorry I didn't do anything, I mean, you know, I just … I couldn't do anything else, I was just, it was … Fuck!" Tommy felt awkward like a teenager after his first time. Well, this kinda was his first time and well, it was kinda awkward. He just wanted to know if it was terrible for Adam or something.
Adam moved his head so that he could look at Tommy. "I've had my fun, don't worry!" And he broke into a laugh.
Tommy groaned and rolled his eyes at that. "Oh, great! Yeah, keep laughing at me, why don't you?" That's not quite what he wanted to hear, but at least it didn't suck completely for Adam.
Adam's laugh rumbled through his chest and Tommy couldn't help but join too. He could feel the last bit of awkwardness falling away from him. This was okay, they were okay. They would be just fine. When the laughter subsided and they went quiet again his stomach made an embarrassing noise.
"So … um, do you think we could still go somewhere to eat? I mean, that was the plan for tonight after all."
"Shower first, then dinner, okay?"
"Sounds good to me!" Tommy extracted himself from Adam and got off the bed. When he looked down on Adam, lying there with a satisfied smile not moving an inch, he stretched out a hand "Come on! I'm starving!"
"Ah, now you get all demanding on me and say what you want? Why not like an hour ago, Tommy Joe?"
"Oh shut up!" And they fell into another fit of giggles as they stumbled toward the bathroom.
Author: Maggy_97
Beta: Thraceadams
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC 17
Wordcount: 7482
Warning: bottom!Adam; it gets a bit angsty occasionally, but that's just a phase :)
Summary: This fic was heavily inspired by this picture. A coincidence and getting caught by Adam leads to Tommy getting what he wants - fulfilling a fantasy.
Notes: First: thanks go to the wonderful Thrace_Adams for being my beta and my friend. She's doing a great job! All remaining mistakes are totally mine.
Second: this fic comes 9 months too late, basically. It should have been posted in January, and I actually started writing it back then, but yeah, it didn't happen. But that's why events/circumstances mentioned here aren't really matching the RL we know, such as Adam is not living in a hotel room/apartment and he's actually not in a long distance relationship.
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!
Say it … and you can have it
The evening started out completely innocent. They were just supposed to have dinner together, they hadn't really had time to see each other and just talk since … forever. But when Adam opened the door at half past seven, just dressed in briefs and nothing else, Tommy knew dinner was going to be late. When Adam let him in he'd taken his boots and jacket off and Adam had vanished into the bathroom.
Using each others' laptops had never been an issue between the two of them. They basically knew everything about each other, there was enough trust and knowledge not to destroy important data; and what was there to hide anyway. So, Tommy made himself at home and when he saw Adam's laptop on a small table, he went over and opened it up. He was immediately greeted by a picture. A picture of Adam on stage. On all fours. His head up, looking somewhere off to the right out of the shot, biting his bottom lip just slightly. His knees were spread, making his thighs form a nice triangle with his crotch.
Tommy found himself staring at the picture, remembering the moment on stage instantly. He hadn't been able to do much else but stare then too. And he remembered that all he'd been able to think was Holy Shit! and then Adam was rocking back on his heels. And a strange feeling had shot through Tommy's mind, something weird and unfamiliar and surprising and totally confusing. It had burned itself into Tommy's head and hadn't taken him much effort to figure out what it was - lust.
But, What the hell? He'd still felt it long after Adam had gotten off his knees and off the stage that night; and he'd found himself thinking about it quite often afterwards, usually in situations where he was alone and a bed was involved and his hand was working quick and sure between his legs, his mind focused on a single image of Adam's ass.
Tommy had tried to push these thoughts away, not very succesfully, he had to admit. He was straight, right? He liked curves and a nice shaped ass as much as the next guy. But he also liked Adam, there was no doubt about that. Adam was his friend. And damn, what a nice view it had been from his spot on stage!
Looking at the picture now, he saw that the people on the other side of the stage had gotten a pretty good view too. The longer Tommy stared at the picture, the more his pants tightened, an all too familiar feeling. And when the picture in his head began to move, he closed his eyes. He could see it in his mind - the stage, the audience in front of him, Adam arching his back, rocking back and forth. And Tommy let his hand drop to his crotch, rubbing just slightly, just enough to provide a little bit of the delicious friction he needed and he couldn't help the small sigh that escaped his lips.
"I see you like the picture" came Adam's voice from behind him, a barely hidden teasing tone in it.
Tommy froze in his chair. He resisted the impulse to shut the laptop, because yeah, what would have been the use of that? He felt his cheeks heating up knowing he'd been caught. The feeling of utter embarassment overwhelmed him and there was no way he could turn and face Adam.
"I like it too, you know!" Adam didn't bother to move from where he was standing behind Tommy, he just leaned down to whisper in his ear in that same teasing voice. "Anything you want to tell me, Tommy? Hmm?"
It was totally unfair. Adam must have known Tommy would see the picture as soon as he opened the laptop. He could've warned him at least. Somewhere in his head Tommy knew he was being irrational, that Adam had no idea he'd open his laptop immediately and see that picture. But now Adam had caught him staring at it; and with a hand palming his dick through his jeans. There'd be no use denying how he felt about the picture, not when it was so obvious.
When Tommy didn't answer Adam stepped in front of him, still smiling. And he was still only wearing his briefs. He turned just so and looked over his shoulder down at his ass, impishly declaring, "Oh, Tommy. It's nothing to be ashamed of, I know I have a fairly nice ass. You wouldn't be the first one who wants a piece of it." His tone teasing and a smirk on his lips.
Tommy felt a blush creeping up, he cast his eyes down and looked at his hands instead of Adam's ass, the picture still mocking him from the screen in front of him.
When Adam spoke next, his voice had changed and Tommy could hear a bit of surprise and something he couldn't quite decipher. "You … you really do want a piece of it, don't you?" Adam asked incredulously. "Tommy Joe? I've known you long enough by now and believe me, you really don't have a pokerface!"
"Adam … I … I'm ... " And wasn't that fucking great, he was so nervous he was tripping over his words! What was he, 12? Frustrated and anxious under Adam's scrutiny, he got up and crossed the room, putting a few steps between himself and Adam. He felt like a kid, caught doing something forbidden, it was ridiculous. But when he looked at Adam, standing there, bare chest, long, naked legs and hands on his hips framing a tiny pair of briefs, he couldn't help but feel that way. He'd seen Adam like that a dozen times before, but now these thoughts, these images of Adam on all fours, his ass up and that needy look on his face were burning themselves into his head. And Tommy could barely hide his arousal.
"Just tell me, Tommy." The amusement in Adam's voice was almost gone. Sometimes Tommy really wondered if Adam was able to read his mind. Scary as this thought was, he wouldn't really mind it. But he couldn't bring himself to tell Adam what he was thinking.
"Don't ..." His voice broke, when Adam came closer, because that was so not a good idea right now.
"Don't what, Tommy?" Adam was standing just mere inches away from him now. Tommy could smell him, could see him breathing. He didn't dare to look up and meet Adam's eyes. Adam bent down a bit and spoke directly into Tommy's ear "I'm pretty sure I know what you want. And so do you. Come on, admit it!"
It was barely a whisper and it sent shivers down Tommy's spine.
"You're really full of yourself, aren't you?" Tommy went for a casual voice, but failed by a mile, his voice betraying the scattered emotions he was feeling. He tried to get away with it, tried to find a way out of this embarrassing conversation. But it was clear that Adam wasn't budging. He was still calm, his eyes piercing, demanding an answer.
"Please, Adam, don't. Don't make me say it. I can't … I'm ..." God, this was just so embarrassing.
"Look at me, Tommy!" The same tone, reassuring, calm, but firm.
Tommy took a deep breath and lifted his head up, his eyes slowly following. He let his gaze linger on Adam's bare chest. It was so different from everything he was used to being attracted to. It was broad and muscular, covered with hair, and the small pink nipples that he just wanted to lick, but most of all - there were no breasts. Still, Tommy found himself wanting to touch his chest anyway, to kiss it, to let his nose nuzzle into the soft hair. He had to shut his eyes at that thought. What was wrong with him?
"Look at me!" Adam demanded again. And when Tommy opened his eyes he finally met Adam's gaze. There was no mocking there, no deceit, just honesty and an openness that was almost frightening.
"I saw what you did, Tommy, staring at that picture. I saw where your hand was and I heard you."
Tommy could feel Adam's hands taking his own and guiding them around his body, planting them on his ass. Tommy didn't think he could blush more, but he felt his face heat and his first instinct was to pull his hands away. But Adam pressed his larger hands over his and he could do nothing else but feel it. Feel the taut, soft flesh under his palms, heat radiating through the thin cotton covering Adam's skin.
Adam held his gaze, as if searching for something in Tommy's eyes, something he already seemed to know. And Tommy couldn't look away, those blue eyes holding him hostage. Adam must have found what he was searching for, because he pulled his hands away, slowly, and Tommy was left simply enjoying the feel of Adam's warm round ass in his palms. Again he was reminded of how different this was from anything he'd experienced so far, but it wasn't any less arousing.
Adam's arms came up around his shoulders, holding him close. Tommy closed his eyes, his head falling onto Adam's shoulder. He let himself breathe in Adam's scent and finally let himself rub his palms over Adam's ass, squeezing it, stroking it.
"This is what you want, isn't it?" Adam whispered in his ear. He darted his tongue out, licking over Tommy's piercings.
"Don't tell me otherwise, because I can feel how much you want it!" He pressed his thigh against Tommy's erection and Tommy flexed his hands in response, kneading the flesh of Adam's ass. Yes, this was exactly what he wanted.
"I want you to say it, Tommy Joe!" Adam's voice still just a breath, but something else lay under it now, something darker, more heated.
"Say it … and you can have it. I'll give you everything you want, I just want to hear it." And this time his tongue darted out and slid right into Tommy's ear and Tommy couldn't help the moan that escaped him and the shiver that ran through his body. His hands slipped underneath Adam's briefs and he could feel the soft skin, the velvet hair covering Adam's ass and he felt like he was in heaven.
He sucked a deep breath in, trying to find his voice. "I want you Adam!" He whispered raggedly.
He could feel Adam chuckle more than he could hear it. "I know you do, Tommy. But you have to tell me what exactly it is that you want!"
With a finger under his chin, Adam lifted Tommy's head up until their eyes met. "You don't have to beg for anything, Tommy. I'll happily give you what you want. I just want you to say it out loud. I need to hear you say it out loud." And then he kissed him softly on the lips.
But Tommy couldn't bring himself to say it. If he'd had some alcohol, it would have loosened his tongue, maybe made it easier to say. But he was stone-cold sober, nothing to lower his inhibitions and he just couldn't say it.
He's always considered himself open-minded. There'd been a couple of guys in his past he'd been close with physically, nothing more than handjobs but still, they'd been close. But he'd never actually been attracted to a man, not like this.
He was straight. Yes, he liked to play with gender stereotypes, liked to put on make up, liked how his slightly feminine appearance got construction workers in his favorite taco place confused. But he couldn't deny that he'd always been attracted to girls. Nothing wrong with that, right?
So how could it be that he wanted nothing more right now than to never have to release his grip on Adam's ass? Adam's ass. As in Adam, his friend, his very male friend. Dammit, maybe Adam was right after all and he really was Tommy's only exception. But if so, how could you tell your friend that you want … that? If he said it out loud, it would become real … he couldn't take it back, once Adam heard it.
Maybe I can show him, Tommy thought. And he closed his eyes, let his head fall against Adam's shoulder again and let his hands wander. He stroked Adam's beautiful, round, soft yet muscular ass and let his forefingers slip into the warm cleft between Adam's cheeks. Just briefly, just to test. He smiled when he felt Adam harden against his belly. And he dared to do it again, because maybe Adam would let it go, maybe he wouldn't make him say it after all.
He let his left hand palm Adam's round cheek, softly kneading, and slid the middle finger of his other hand down the cleft, let it circle Adam's hole for a short second with just the slightest bit of pressure. And he could hear Adam's breath hitch in response. Yeah, maybe …
"Tell me, Tommy!"
That sounded a bit more like a demand.
Dammit! Tommy groaned. "I can't! Adam, please … "
Adam sighed and suddenly Tommy's hands were pulled out of Adam's briefs, his wrists held by strong hands while Adam took a small step backwards. He brought Tommy's hands up to his lips and kissed the knuckles. Tommy was left wondering how the energy could shift so drastically in so little time and if maybe he'd missed something.
"If you can't say it, Tommy, it isn't going to happen. I know what you want. But I won't give you the satisfaction of actually getting it and then pretending it never happened or saying that you didn't really want it to. Because you do!" And with that Adam gave his hands one last kiss and turned to leave the room, heading for the bathroom.
Tommy was dumbfounded. He watched Adam turn around, watched him go and couldn't help but let his gaze fall right to Adam's ass. He wanted it. Maybe … "Adam!" he paused, shocked at how loud his voice sounded in the empty room "Wait!"
When Adam turned slowly Tommy totally expected to see a smug smirk on his face, but it wasn't there. Adam looked at him,those blue eyes, open, and asking. "What, Tommy?"
And that's when realisation struck Tommy. The fact that Adam is his friend made this whole situation and his current desires kind of weird, but it also made it the easiest thing on Earth. Everything was right there in Adam's eyes; Tommy doesn't need to hide anything from him. He could make a complete fool of himself here and it would still be okay. He could bare his deepest thoughts and Adam wouldn't make fun of him, wouldn't judge him. He could make mistakes and he would be forgiven. They would be alright, no matter what he said or did. All Adam was asking for, all he was demanding, was honesty. The least Tommy could do was give him that.
Tommy went over to the small table where he'd left the laptop. He turned the screen so that Adam could see the picture. Adam looked at it and up at Tommy again.
"Tommy, I told you and I'll say it again, I know what you want, just ..."
"I ..." and Tommy had to swallow, because fuck, this was a huge thing for him to say. But he knew if he couldn't say it now, he'd never say it and that would make him feel like a loser. "I want to fuck you!"
And wow that came out way louder than he expected and much bolder than he felt. But, it was out there. He couldn't take it back. He couldn't pretend it wasn't what it was. He could see the surprise in Adam's face and then Adam smiled and closed the distance between them with two long steps, wrapping Tommy in his arms.
He held him close for a few moments and Tommy's arms wrapped around Adam's waist and he let himself touch the soft skin at the small of Adam's back. Adam kissed the top of his head. "Thank you!"
Tommy could hear him smiling and he thought he could hear a bit of pride too. Smug fucker! But Tommy actually didn't mind very much. He was quite proud of himself too.
He didn't know how many minutes passed when he heard Adam whisper "Touch me, Tommy!"
It wasn't until then that he allowed himself to let his hands drop from Adam's naked back down to his ass. His fingers slipped right under the briefs and he thought he could do this forever, could get lost in the feeling of the silky soft skin of Adam's ass underneath his fingers. He gave it a good squeeze and Adam made a noise that he thought he wouldn't mind hearing forever either. And when Adam bucked his hips in response, Tommy could feel he wasn't the only one enjoying this.
"Tell me what it looked like!" Adam demanded in the same whisper, heat and desire lying underneath.
"You know what it looked like, you've seen the pictures." Tommy answered, his own voice laden with heat and desire as well. His hands and fingers were restless now on Adam's ass, being more daring than before, dipping into the cleft, teasing the hole randomly.
"Yeah, but ..." Adam let out shuddering sigh when Tommy squeezed his ass again. Both of their hips snapping forward, creating a beautiful friction. "... I mean from your perspective!"
But before Tommy could answer he captured his mouth, kissing him deeply and thoroughly until they had to break apart to breathe.
Tommy had kissed some people in his life and this was by no means the first time he'd kissed Adam, they'd kissed almost every night for half a year. But this? This was entirely different, this was purely Adam. The way his voice was just a breath, the way his hips bucked in unison with Tommy's, the way he was just … Adam.
"Tell me Tommy, how did it look?" Adam said, his voice cracking with need.
He released his grip on Tommy's shoulders and stepped back, slowly, almost hesitantly, but Tommy could see the smirk forming on his lips. He watched Adam going over to his bed, climbing onto it with his back towards Tommy, his ass in the air.
Tommy knew Adam was making a show of it but he couldn't bring himself to look away. When Adam was kneeling on the bed, in the exact same position from the picture, he looked back at Tommy over his shoulder. "Did it look like this, Tommy?"
His mouth dry, all Tommy could do was nod. He was afraid of swallowing his own tongue if he tried talking.
"Come closer, Tommy! Tell me what you thought when you saw me like that ... offering myself to you, on stage, in front of two thousand people, hmm? Come on, what did you think? Tell me, Tommy!" And this time, Adam's voice definitely held a demanding tone.
Tommy willed his legs into motion and when his knees hit the bed he couldn't help but reach out and touch the curve of Adam's ass. Stepping behind him, taking that ass in both of his hands, Tommy wanted to say something that would answer Adam's questions, but then one sentence shifted into focus. He looked up, following the line of Adam's spine to his shoulders and his head. And that's when Tommy noticed the mirror right in front of them, he could see Adam's piercing eyes right on him.
"Offering to … me?" He sqeezed Adam's ass and pressed his erection forward.
"Yeah, who else … silly!" Adam groaned and shut his eyes. When he looked up again, he bit his bottom lip, arched his back just so and rocked back against Tommy. Tommy couldn't help but think that the image in the mirror looked just like the picture, only closer and with less people around. And this time he had the opportunity to actually look, touch and feel, and suddenly he was overwhelmed. He stepped back and his hands jerked off Adam and he just … he had to breathe. Fuck, what's happening here? Nervously, he ran a hand through his hair.
"Tommy Joe, look at me!" Adam's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked back up and right into the mirror. "Whatever you're thinking, don't!"
"Adam, I … I just … I don't know what I'm doing here … I can't … And you are … I forgot! Oh my God, how could I forget? He … and … " Great, now he's back to stuttering again and just this close to hyperventilating.
In no time Adam jumped off the bed and was holding Tommy in a tight embrace. "Shh … stop it, Tommy!", he murmerd into Tommy's hair. "You are not freaking out here. I won't let you! Everything is okay. Long distance relationships are something special. Whatever we do here, he is okay with it."
"But how ..."
"I know this for a fact and you have to trust me in this. It is my responsibility and I'm taking it. I am not cheating on him, stop worrying!"
He pulled back to look at Tommy, pushed Tommy's long hair behind his ear and smiled at him before kissing him on the lips, sweet and almost chaste.
"Although I really appreciate that you're thinking of him, Tommy"
He pulled Tommy back into his arms, holding him tightly. "And about you: I'll stop pressuring you, I promise. I know what you want, you don't have to say it again if you don't want to, okay?"
Another sweet kiss then Adam pressed their foreheads together. "I really don't want to scare you, Tommy, but you just have to know I am with you here, we're on the same page. You don't know how often I've thought about this. You make me wanna do things … I was always hoping you'd want it, want me, was hoping I would be your only exception. Tommy, you have no idea." The last words came out as a small laugh.
Tommy moved his head so he could rest his temple on Adam's shoulder. He needed a few moments, just breathing, feeling Adam close, letting himself calm down, letting Adam's words sink in. He didn't know how long they stood like that, but after some time he noticed the skin of Adam's shoulder against his cheek and the feeling of want came back to his mind, without its ugly partner remorse; and when he opened his eyes he caught their image in the mirror. It looked so familiar, but at the same time strangly unbalanced. Adam's tall figure, half-naked, beautiful, calm and at peace with himself, pressed close against his own, small, fragil, unconfident, fully clothed one.
Adam followed his gaze. "You still want this?", he asked quietly, almost cautious.
And Tommy nodded. Yeah, he wanted this, that much he knew. "But …"
Adam interrupted him. "We don't have to. Not now, not never. Don't ever feel like you have to. But um, you can, you know, if you want to."
"No, 's not that!" God, Adam really needed to shut up. He did want it and tonight was as good a moment as any other night. Actually no, tonight was better than many other nights, because they had it all to themselves, nowhere to go, and no one expected to see either of them. So, tonight was perfect.
But yeah, as embarrassing as this probably was, he had to fess up now, because do it properly or not at all, right? and as much as he liked to think of himself as experienced, he clearly was kind of out of his zone here. "I have no idea what I'm doing here! I … I don't want to fuck it up and I don't know how ..."
Adam leaned slightly backwards, so he could look into Tommy's eyes. He cupped Tommy's cheek with one hand, again stroking the hair away that covered his eyes. "I know."
"So ..."
Adam wiggled his eyebrows and smiled "Mind if I guide you?" That made Tommy laugh, because damn, Adam was just one adorable motherfucker, he went from hot to sweet to dorky in less than a minute. And all of a sudden the tension was gone, replaced by something else, equally noticeable, but much better.
He got up on his tiptoes and pressed his lips to Adam's and for a few seconds Adam let him have it, let him command the kiss, but then he tilted his head just so and took over and Tommy melted into his arms. He let his hands roam over Adam's naked body, the broad shoulders, the back, trying to feel every inch of skin. And when he reached Adam's lower back he let his fingertips slip under the waistband of Adam's briefs and stripped them down until Adam's ass was bare. It was one of the hottest things he'd ever experienced and he wasn't going to be shy about admitting it anymore.
"Tell me how to do this right, Adam." His voice held a desperate edge to it and he was unconcerned. "Show me how to do this right, how to make it good for you. Because that's what I want, to make it good for you!"
Adam pulled him into another breathstealing kiss and when he pulled away the smirk on his face was the one Tommy had been expecting to see all night.
"Well, first ... clothes off!"
Tommy did as he was told and put his clothes on a chair. When he turned around Adam was sitting on the edge of the bed, fishing around in the open drawer of the bedside table. When he tossed a condom package and a small bottle of lube on the bed Tommy felt his face heating up again. Oh shit! I'm really gonna do this!? Fuck! Am I really?
Adam looked at him and crooked a finger "C'mere!" He patted the bed beside him. "We need to talk about some things first."
Oh no, Adam expected him to talk again? But …
"Don't look at me like that! I promised I wouldn't make you talk again and I won't. I'll do the talking, most of it at least."
Tommy nodded and sat down beside Adam. He felt like a schoolboy all of a sudden and was very aware of his nakedness.
"I know this is probably a one time thing, besides also being kind of a first time thing for you. So, I need to know some things too, okay? I need to know where the line is between 'feels okay' and 'not okay anymore.' " He looked Tommy in the eyes, tenderness and care written over his features, tilting his head to one side.
"Okay" Tommy answered, although he wasn't entirely sure what Adam meant.
"So … is this okay?" Adam grabbed a fistful of Tommy's hair, turned his head and then they were kissing.
Tommy shouldn't really be surprised anymore about the thousand and one ways Adam kisses. This wasn't one of those intense breathstealing kisses like they'd shared just moments ago. This kiss was tender, thorough, and slow as if they had all the time in the world. He opened to Adam's tongue, let him taste and explore and when Adam pulled away Tommy sucked in a shaky breath.
"Well, I'll take that as a yes", Adam chuckled, visibly pleased with himself and all Tommy could do was nod vigorously.
"How about this?", Adam asked and Tommy was pulled up and spun around and before he realized what happened he found himself straddling Adam's lap. Adam gave him a short moment to recover before he was pulled into another kiss and Adam's hand was on his dick. He jumped a little, startled, but it wasn't the first time he'd had someone else's hand stroking him. It was just the first time that it was Adam's hand and his dick was obviously okay with it.
"That okay too?" Adam asked tenderly against Tommy's lips and Tommy nodded again.
"Good. Would you mind me doing that with my mouth?"
Holy Shit! Did Adam really just ask him that? Adam's hand was still stroking his cock, slow but sure strokes, not meant to get him anywhere, just to keep him interested. And when he slid his thumb across the head, Tommy imagined Adam's tongue, his mouth, these beautiful lips closed tight around his cock. Warm, wet, sucking and … oh yes, he was definitely okay with that. He said as much and couldn't help the groan that came with it.
"Good", Adam said huskily, smiling against Tommy's lips before kissing them again.
When Adam didn't seem to want stop kissing, Tommy realized the conversation was done. As much as he was relieved by that, he felt like he missed something really important if that was all the 'guidance' Adam was going to give. He wanted to enjoy being here with Adam, bathing in all the sensations of Adam's lips on his and Adam's hand on his dick, but he needed more.
"Adam, I need to know … I mean, what do I have to, you know, like, do to you? I mean, I kinda know, I'm not that stupid, but what if I do it wrong … or …" Tommy hated himself a little right now. He often felt terribly inarticulate compared to Adam, but this was actually embarrassing.
Adam's hand stopped its movements, but didn't leave his dick, his fingers staying loosely wrapped around the shaft.
"Don't worry, Tommy! I'm a big boy, I can take care of myself. And if there's anything you want to do and are unsure about, or maybe something you need me to do, just say it or find a way to show me, 'kay?"
Nodding was all Tommy was able to do.
"So, is there anything I can do for you right now?" Adam asked and the lightness in his voice somehow loosened the knot that Tommy hadn't noticed building in his chest.
There was one thing Tommy would like right now and Adam was sitting on it. And Tommy was still sitting on Adam. There was just no way he could go all caveman on Adam and manhandle him, so he was going to have to say it. He leaned back a bit, so that he could look at Adam. Those blue eyes, totally focused on him, like there was nobody else in the world Adam would rather look at and making Tommy feel like the most interesting thing on Earth right now.
"Yeah, um," he swallowed hard, "there is something you could do for me. Would you um, please lay down on your stomach?"
He huffed out a breath, relieved at finally putting his wants to voice and remembering to be a gentleman about it. He knew how to use the words please and thank you.
"Oh, and um, these are gonna have to come off too, please?" he hooked his forefinger into the waistband of Adam's briefs and let them snap back, causing Adam to yelp and then laugh.
"Well Tommy Joe, since you asked so politely!"
Tommy was pushed off Adam so he could stand and remove his briefs. He turned around and lay down on the bed as Tommy had asked, but not fast enough that Tommy didn't get an eyeful of his cock. And yeah, Tommy couldn't wait to get Adam's ass in his hands, but he would be lying if he wasn't curious to spend some time exploring Adam's front side too. But before that thought could fully manifest itself in Tommy's brain, Adam was lying in front of him, flat on his stomach, long legs stretched out, arms folded underneath the pillow his head was lying on, and all thoughts in Tommy's head were gone.
Adam turned his face to look at Tommy with a smile "Like that?"
All Tommy could do was nod again and damn, it seemed like that was his signature move tonight. But the sight in front of him was so good that he feared destroying it by talking.
"You're fucking beautiful!" The whispered words stumbled out of his mouth before he even realized it.
"Thank you!" Adam beamed at him. Then, in a more serious voice "It's all yours. Take what you want!"
***
Tommy hadn't really known what to expect. But now, listening to his own heartbeat slowly coming back to normal, he thought if he'd ever had expectations of how sex with Adam would have been, they'd've all been met.
Adam hadn't just let Tommy take his time, getting used to the idea and feel of being with a man and how different that was, he'd even encouraged him, had made him feel safe and secure in exploring what felt good and what had made Adam feel good.
He couldn't believe how soft the skin on Adam's back had felt when he'd traced every possible line with his fingertips. He'd found himself staring at his own hands, kneading the flesh on Adam's ass, amazed by the look and feel of it.
He still couldn't tell where the sudden urge to kiss and lick and taste came from, but it had been there and he'd just wanted. And when Adam hadn't stopped him, when he'd even told him again, to do what he wanted, Tommy had just gone for it.
There had been this one millisecond when the thought of What the fuck am I doing here? had crossed his mind, but he'd just closed his eyes and had done what felt right and had let himself explore; and Adam had made these amazing noises that Tommy just wanted to hear more of. He'd bathed in the knowledge that he was the one pulling pleasure-filled sounds from Adam and he'd loved every second of it.
Through the fog that had apparently replaced his brain Tommy noticed that Adam had gotten up and gone into the bathroom. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew it wasn't right, at least it didn't feel right, he should be the one getting up, taking care of Adam. But his knees still felt like jelly and his eyelids were so heavy that he just couldn't seem to open them so he just concentrated on breathing and staying awake.
He remembered how much he'd enjoyed making Adam writhe beneath him just by using his tongue and lips; kissing, licking, sometimes sucking or biting the delicate skin. But there had been one point when Adam hadn't been able to take it anymore, when he'd turned around and gripped Tommy by his upper arms, hauling him up and spinning him around, pressing his back down onto the mattress.
And Tommy knew he'd probably never forget the way Adam had looked up at him from between his legs, just before he'd ducked his head to press a gentle kiss on the tip of his cock, the way he let his tongue run over the head, dipping into the slit, tasting a drop of precum. Tommy had fought to keep his eyes open, he'd wanted to watch. And he was glad he did when he had seen Adam parting his lips just slightly and sucking lightly on the tip of Tommy's cock a few times before opening up and swallowing him.
Tommy hadn't noticed Adam grabbing and opening the lube, and he probably wouldn't have noticed Adam preparing himself while continuing to suck Tommy's cock, if it hadn't been for the moan he'd let escape. It went through Tommy's whole body - and had prompted him to open his eyes.
The scene that had met him was straight out of one of his fantasies. His dick had been sliding in and out of Adam's mouth through his sinfully plump wet lips, held in place by Adam's left hand, while Adam's right hand had disappeared between his own spread legs. Tommy had stared open-mouthed and could tell from the movements of Adam's wrist exactly what he was doing. He'd almost come right then and there.
But Adam had just looked up at him and with one last lick he'd let Tommy's dick go and moved up to kiss him. Grabbing the condom package he'd looked at Tommy.
"How do you want it?" he'd asked, but Tommy was too busy staring at Adam's hands and what they were doing, tearing the foil apart and getting the thin latex out, to even think of an answer.
When Adam had rolled the condom down on Tommy's cock, adding a bit more lube, Tommy had to close his eyes again. I'm going to fuck him! No, I'm not!... Yes, I am! Fuck, I'm really going to fuck him! Oh my God! was all he'd been able to think.
Adam had given him one more stroke before he'd wiped his hand on the bedspread and leaned forward to kiss him again. "You want to do it like this, lay back and have me riding you?"
Another kiss. "Or do you want me on my hands and knees, just like on that picture, hmm?"
Another kiss. ´"Tell me, Tommy Joe! How do you want me?" It had barely been more than a whisper.
Tommy couldn't remember if he'd said it out loud or if he'd just moved into position on his knees behind Adam. It didn't matter. He could remember how he'd looked down and watched his cock disappear into Adam's body, his hands holding and spreading the beautiful musculature of Adam's ass. He could remember the heat he'd been surrounded by, the feeling of being engulfed, swallowed by Adam's body. He thought he still could feel Adam surrounding his dick, even now.
He'd gone completely still when he'd sunk in all the way to the base, just savoring the feeling, trying to breathe, trying not to think too much about what was happening, but just enjoy and memorize the sensation. When he'd been able to breathe again, he'd looked up and caught Adam's eyes in the mirror. And one moment later Adam was smirking and rocking back onto Tommy's dick with short little thrusts.
"Don't!" It was hardly more than a shuddered breath coming out of Tommy's mouth. "Don't move or it'll be over too soon!"
Adam had taken a deep breath, quivering with the effort to keep still to give Tommy time to regain at least some of his control.
But then Adam had bitten his bottom lip and had arched his back and Tommy might have let out an embarrassing sound and had let go.
It was exactly what he'd been dreaming of so many times and as much as he'd tried to make it last longer, he hadn't been able to slow down. He'd vaguely noticed Adam jerking himself while meeting Tommy's every thrust. And then a firework had exploded behind Tommy's eyelids when his orgasm hit.
Tommy shuddered and stretched, his heartbeat was almost back to normal now. He felt the condom being removed from his dick and when he opened his eyes he saw Adam throwing it in the trash. He felt a deep blush creeping up his cheeks. Now wasn't this embarrassing? " 'm sorry!" he mumbled.
Adam just smiled and climbed onto the bed, lying on his side beside Tommy, not touching, just looking at him with his head resting on one hand. "You okay?", he asked tenderly, carding a hand through Tommy's hair, wiping some sweaty strands away from his forehead.
Tommy turned onto his side, looking at Adam. Oh shit! Fuck, we just … I did … I'm screwed! was the first thought Tommy's brain unhelpfully provided and he had to look away. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach, an uneasy feeling flooding through him. He felt Adam's finger on his chin turning his head slightly, demanding eye-contact.
"Hey! Look at me!"
It did nothing to help Tommy's panic attack, in fact it made it worse.
"I fucked everything up, didn't I? Oh my God, what was I thinking?", he blurted out before he made a move to get out of the bed, to get out of there, away from Adam.
"No, hey, hey ... HEY!"
Adam was quick. And strong. He grabbed Tommy and didn't let him get way, instead he pulled Tommy towards his chest. "What the hell are you talking about?"
He closed his long arms behind Tommy's back and held him close, pressing a kiss to his head. "You're thinking too much Tommy Joe!"
Tommy let himself relax a bit against Adam's body, let the calmness that Adam was radiating slowly seep into his body, let the feeling of soft warm skin on his own wash the anxiety away. He breathed deeply, surrounded by the smell of Adam. "So, we are still okay?" he asked quietly.
"Of course we are! Why wouldn't we be, hmm?"
"Dunno, I just ... I mean, this was ..."
Adam stopped him, shushing him. "Shh … everything is okay Tommy!"
Tommy wanted to believe him. He felt they could be okay. It was just too damn weird to lie there with Adam, in Adam's arms. They'd done it a million times before, but now they were naked and they'd just had sex and somehow it seemed awkward. But he let himself be held by Adam and after a few more minutes of silence he felt calm again, the short panic attack almost subsided.
"So …" Adam started.
"Hmm?"
"Did you like it?", Adam asked.
Tommy lifted his head, frowning at Adam, surprised by the question. Adam's face was serious though, his blue eyes warm and full of questions.
"Yeah … yeah, I did." Tommy nodded. "I have to say …" and a giggle erupted and Tommy had to hug Adam tighter. He buried his face in Adam's neck when he added "God, you have such a beautiful ass!" It was muffled by Adam's skin and Tommy didn't know if Adam was able to hear it or not, he didn't even know if he wanted Adam to hear it.
"Well, thank you!" Adam laughed, and so much for that.
"Was it … I mean, was it okay for you too? I think you don't often … you know. And I'm sorry I didn't do anything, I mean, you know, I just … I couldn't do anything else, I was just, it was … Fuck!" Tommy felt awkward like a teenager after his first time. Well, this kinda was his first time and well, it was kinda awkward. He just wanted to know if it was terrible for Adam or something.
Adam moved his head so that he could look at Tommy. "I've had my fun, don't worry!" And he broke into a laugh.
Tommy groaned and rolled his eyes at that. "Oh, great! Yeah, keep laughing at me, why don't you?" That's not quite what he wanted to hear, but at least it didn't suck completely for Adam.
Adam's laugh rumbled through his chest and Tommy couldn't help but join too. He could feel the last bit of awkwardness falling away from him. This was okay, they were okay. They would be just fine. When the laughter subsided and they went quiet again his stomach made an embarrassing noise.
"So … um, do you think we could still go somewhere to eat? I mean, that was the plan for tonight after all."
"Shower first, then dinner, okay?"
"Sounds good to me!" Tommy extracted himself from Adam and got off the bed. When he looked down on Adam, lying there with a satisfied smile not moving an inch, he stretched out a hand "Come on! I'm starving!"
"Ah, now you get all demanding on me and say what you want? Why not like an hour ago, Tommy Joe?"
"Oh shut up!" And they fell into another fit of giggles as they stumbled toward the bathroom.