Caught in the Act

[ratbert71]

Caught in the Act by Ratbert71
Oneshot
RPS-Tommy/Adam
All made up. Just a poor girl’s fantasy put to type.
NC-17 PWP
A/N: For my shipmates. Thanks to arealdeal for the beta. Thank you, darling!



Tommy jumped at the loud knock. Before he could say anything, the door opened, and Adam sauntered in, his awesome smile and beautifully made-up eyes leading the way. He threw his gloves down on a table and then walked to where Tommy was sitting on the couch.

“What’re you looking at?” Adam asked, unwinding an impossibly long scarf from his neck.

“Nothing,” Tommy said as he started to close the laptop.

“C’mon-” Adam tried to grab the computer.

“-get way from me.”

“Oh, my God,” Adam said in surprise when he took a closer look at him. “You’re fucking hard, man! Looking at porn?”

“Shut the hell up,” Tommy snapped, trying, but not succeeding, in hiding his obvious boner. Adam wrestled the computer out of his hands, sat down on the couch like he owned the place and plopped it into his own lap.

“You’re reading?” Adam raised the lid higher to get a better look at the screen and tapped at the touch pad a few times. “What’s this…you…fanfiction? You really are a glutton for punishment.”

“I was curious,” Tommy shrugged, trying to act indifferent.

“Must be a pretty damned hot story to get you hard like that.”

Tommy blushed and turned his head away, bringing his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs. Yeah, he was still hard, and with Adam sitting less than a foot away from him, he was having a difficult time sitting still. His hands itched; he wanted to touch Adam that badly. He tried to hide behind his hair, thankful for the moment where Adam’s brain was somewhere else, but Tommy didn’t find much comfort in that, because Adam usually didn’t stay gone long.

Adam’s arrival couldn’t have come at a more inopportune time. Tommy’d been so absorbed by the story-an awesomely hot one at that, one of the better fics he’d read-reading about what he wished he could be doing with Adam in real life. But no…he was reading someone else’s overactive imagination about him and Adam. He decided though that if this was the only way he could be with Adam, he’d take what he could get. But…he could kick himself for getting so caught up in this piece of fiction, because he’d forgotten that Adam was on his way over, and fuck all if he hadn’t been getting to the good part when he’d barged through the door.

So much for self-gratification and wishing it was Adam doing him instead of his own hand.

And there Adam sat, muttering under his breath, his eyes quickly scanning the text, and Tommy knew that Adam was going to give him all kinds of shit judging by the smirk he had on his face.

“Damn.” Adam started to read out loud. “Adam pinned him to the bed, holding Tommy’s wrists over his head while Tommy squirmed, trying to buck the heavy weight of his lover from pressing him further into the mattress.”

Adam paused for a moment, his brow furrowed, then up in surprise. “This is…,” he continued to read, “Don’t fight me, Ratliff, you know you want this as much as me. Adam leaned in and whispered in Tommy’s ear, delighting in the shivers that he could feel from his man. ‘I can feel how much you don’t want to do this.’”

Tommy squirmed where he sat, his dick protesting. Hearing Adam reading that out loud was making him crazy aroused. He tried to get comfortable, but he was also getting pissed because Adam was now cackling like a hyena. “Holy shit…”

Tommy had his head buried in his arms, this side of dying from embarrassment. He could hear Adam again reading in a whispering voice, making little noises in his throat. Then he was quiet as he chewed on the side of his thumb.

“Oh…my…God.”

It was automatic for Tommy to look up, and his gaze was drawn to Adam’s perfectly beautiful face, those lips slightly wet from his tongue, and there…a big-ass grin of satisfaction. “This’s pretty good,” Adam announced, licking his lips again and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Whatever.” Tommy tried to shed the effects of the story, tried to shake Adam’s sexy reading voice out of his head, but Adam wasn’t going to let it go. Tommy hated that Adam was like a dog with a bone.

“How much of this stuff do you read? I got bored with all the Kradam stories. Some were pretty good, but…” Adam wrinkled his nose, “Just not realistic, you know?”

“Uh, sure, whatever you say.”

“Come on. Kris is happily married. And sure, I had a crush on him, but it was kinda creepy reading about me being the one to break up the marriage so we could fuck. Or Kris cheating on sweet Katie so he could satisfy his bi-curiosity.”

Tommy made a squeaking noise in his throat. “Can we drop this? Shit.” Tommy awkwardly stood up and made another attempt at reclaiming his property, but Adam twisted away.

“Oh no, you don’t. I want to read the rest. This is pretty hot.”

Tommy started to walk away because all of a sudden, he needed to put some distance between them. He didn’t think he could keep himself from jumping into Adam’s lap and hump on like a dog in heat. Being that close to Adam-in his current state of arousal-also made him stupid and all fanboy despite the fact they’d been working together for a few months now. But Adam was too quick for him. He grabbed at his arm and hauled him back, while the other arm protected the computer. Tommy was pulled off balance and crashed down to couch, sprawling some on Adam. He didn’t know why, but all of a sudden he was feeling shy, which was ridiculous, because how many times had he rubbed all over Adam in their performances? The urge to rest his head on Adam’s shoulder was strong, the urge to lick and taste Adam’s neck made him breathless.

The laptop started to slide, but Adam’s hand shot out and caught it. Tommy gave up the attempt to retreat and got himself rearranged on the couch in a more comfortable position. He bent his knees off to the side, flipping the black fringe of hair from his face. He probably should have moved further away, but now that he was in the same airspace as Adam, part of him wanted to be near, wanted to touch him, wanted to snuggle into Adam’s side. As he leaned in closer to Adam to see how much was left of the story, his eyes snagged on the image he’d been staring at all afternoon inbetween reading stories. Somehow in the scuffle, the picture had popped up over the fanfic story. He was so caught out by Adam.

“What is…this?” Adam breathed out.

He was so busted. He buried his head in his hand once again, wishing a hole would open up and swallow him.

“Tommy…this pic-”

“-is a screen cap from New Year’s Eve night.”

“How come I haven’t seen this one before?”

“Can’t imagine why you haven’t. It’s been posted all over the internet and the fan sites.”

“Look at you…” Adam traced his finger over the picture. He looked up, and Tommy thought he’d died and gone to heaven. “So beautiful, Tommy. I had no idea you could look like that.” Adam bit his lower lip and went back to staring at the picture.

“What? Look like what?” Tommy peered at the screen nonchalantly, acting like he was seeing it for the first time. He told himself that Adam was just giving him a compliment, because that’s what Adam did. Hearing Adam tell him that he was beautiful was all kinds of awesome. Adam breathing out the way he just had, in awe and wonder, had Tommy going into an irreversible fall that he didn’t think he could ever land softly. He was in deep.

Tommy had no idea how many times he’d stared at that picture. He even had it as his wallpaper for a day or so, but it was too pixely. So he took it down and put in its place the Grim Reaper.

He’d lost count at how many times he looked at that picture. He didn’t even want to think about the number of times he’d stared at the gif. That prize was also stored in his special Adam folder that he disguised with the name of Flights. He bit his tongue thinking about that night’s concert, how he’d rubbed against Adam, then sought out his cheek too. The need to make contact in that way was more powerful than having to breathe. It was all part of the act, right? But he knew he was fooling himself. He did all those things because he had to. He wanted too. Needed to. The only way he knew he could have Adam.

And best of all…Adam had let him do those things.

Tommy scrunched his eyes shut. The sexual tension between them resembled that of a tight-wire stretched over a gaping chasm. At least it was for him. He wondered if he could walk across it, keep his balance, and meet Adam on the other side. He wondered, too, if Adam would catch him should he fall. The two of them had the art of flirting and teasing down pretty pat, but Tommy wondered if maybe Adam wanted him…like the way he wanted Adam. There were signs, but Adam was so open with everyone, flirted with everyone. There were days that Tommy hated seeing Adam acting like that with other people and not just him alone.

Tommy looked at the picture again. Adam hadn’t moved from his spot. He just kept running his finger over the screen, and Tommy felt that gesture through his dick all the way to his toes.

He couldn’t believe the expression on his own face. It was pure rapture, so open, so vulnerable… so…sexy. Sexy wasn’t a word that he would ever use to describe himself, but here was evidence that he could look that way, and it was all Adam’s doing bringing that out of him. Adam was like a beam of light that took up residence in his soul. Tommy felt it inside, and he knew that whenever he was around Adam, he’d be shining. No way to stop it.

And Adam in the picture. The sexiest looking Adam he’d seen yet.  So dominate, so in control, the Master and the Maestro. Tommy didn’t know which title fit Adam best. Adam was a master at what he did. He knew how to work whatever situation he was in to his advantage, and Adam’d been doing a pretty damned good job of leading him to where ever Adam wanted to dance.

And Maestro. Adam knew how to play him, knew what strings to pluck to get him to hum. And not just musically.  He groaned again. He just couldn’t picture himself as sexy, but being around Adam…Adam made him feel that way, and made it easy and okay to be sexy. Tommy glanced at the picture one more time amazed that Adam still remained silent, kept running his finger over the image.

While Adam stared at the screencap, Tommy went into his head to the night of the AMA’s. It’d had been all high action and drama from the get go. And what Adam did to him that night on stage was a shock and cracked him open to find a side of himself that he’d been hiding for almost all his life. What Adam did was not what Adam had told him he was going to do. Adam said he’d just pull at his hair, and maybe give him a peck on the lips and then would be gone, playing it up to the other performing members. But no, that was so not what’d happened. Adam had grabbed him, hard, and before he knew it, Adam was locked down tight on him, lips fused together, then that tongue in his mouth which made Tommy get his own involved as well before he went limp from the magnitude and intensity of being kissed within an inch of life; a kiss he’d never in all his life ever experienced. It was so automatic for him to kiss Adam back….

Adam’s tongue with his…

Tommy wrenched his thoughts away from the AMA night and thought about the New Years’s Eve performance instead. All night long, Adam had tracked him around the stage, those damned eyes on him time and again, burning holes into his skin, and when he made eye contact with Adam, what he saw in those brief moments propelled him to turn his back to Adam, because he knew Adam would be right there, and he was, and his left hand possessively pressed them together. And that’s when he’d sought out Adam so he could rub his cheek with Adam’s.

And that moment had been caught on video.

His seeking out Adam had only lasted about twenty seconds-the approach, a brief glance, turning his back-and Adam was there for him lean against, rub against. And then it was over, Adam’s hand had trailed down his back, scorching him through his jacket, and then Adam pushed him gently and dismissively away.

“Hey.”

Tommy jumped at Adam’s sudden command.

“I want to see you look like that,” Adam said as he tapped the computer, his eyes looking as if they were on fire. “Not in some photo, but in real life. I want to see it…face to face.”

Tommy sucked in a lung full of air and turned his body so he was closer to Adam, his knees bent up under his chin again. He made fists out of his hands and brought them to his lips, waiting…for….

Adam set the computer aside. “What would you do if I did this?” Adam grabbed him by the back of the head, his big hand tugging at his head just like he’d done awards night. Tommy’s left foot hit the floor, his right knee flopped against the back of the couch as his fists landing on Adam’s thighs, fingers clawing for purchase. Adam shook him a little, and Tommy let himself go all rag-doll like he did that night. His heart hammered in his chest, making him light-headed, and he was rock hard again.

“Hmm? What if I did this?” Adam yanked his head roughly to the side so that his neck was exposed. Tommy blinked when Adam came at him and his eyes rolled back in his head when Adam licked him from his collarbone all the way up to his ear where he stopped and breathed. “You like that?”

Tommy’s eyes fluttered closed, his lips parting in a soft O, and he didn’t even think about struggling or getting away. He just gave himself up to Adam and what he was doing to him…to his body. For so long he’d been waiting for this most anticipated moment.

Adam wanted him.

“Tell me…you like this?” Adam blew softly in his ear. Tommy arched forward while Adam tangled his fingers in the longer pieces of his hair at the top of his head. Tommy was trapped, and he didn’t care. He wanted this to happen. He wanted Adam and whatever Adam was willing to give to him-make him take.

“Answer me. You like this?”

Tommy peered at him through his eyelashes. “Yes. You asshole.”

“Then you might like this.”

Tommy was expecting more roughness, but Adam kissed his neck sweetly, then nibbled at him, his teeth scraping along his pulse. His world tipped sideways when Adam sucked at the tender skin, and Tommy moaned and squirmed, loving and hating the fact that he’d be sporting a purple bruise for the next couple days. His cock surged upward, the need to come making him whine. He arched forward again, wanting more.

“You’re like a damned cat in heat, you know that?” Adam said in a low voice as he yanked on Tommy’s hair again.

Tommy bared his teeth and then pressed his lips together to keep the moan he wanted to utter from escaping. He was worse than that; more like a bull in heat. He was so fully aroused that it wouldn’t take much at this point for him to explode. He tried to shake his head, but Adam held him firm. “Oh no, you don’t. I’m not done playing with you.”

Air whistled passed Tommy’s teeth. He wriggled again, and Adam shook him. “Stay."

Tommy’s eyes drifted closed once more when Adam alternated nipping at his neck, then sucking. He felt the sting of another bruise at his collarbone where Adam worried the skin with his teeth.

“So fine…”

The sting…

“So hot…”

Hurts when he bites me…

“So m-mine…” Adam breathed out, and then he paid homage to the other places on Tommy’s neck that had been neglected. Tommy loved every fucking minute of what Adam was doing to him.

This was so much better than what he’d been reading all afternoon.

Lost in a haze of sensation, Tommy thought that there was no way anyone could capture in type the feelings he was drowning in as Adam licked, bit, and nuzzled at his neck. Those writers had no idea how amazing it felt to have Adam pawing at him, breathing in his ear, or how awesome it was to feel Adam’s beating heart under his fingertips. And the best of all…how mind blowing it was to see Adam’s erection straining the fabric of his loose fitting jeans, and him being the one to make it so.

“Kiss me, you bitch,” Tommy snarled, trying to wrench his head from Adam’s death-grip, punching Adam with his forearm.

“Oohhh, no, no, Glitterbaby. Not yet. If I kiss you, I won’t be able to see how pretty you look right now.” Adam dragged his fingers down Tommy’s cheek, none to gently, three fingers pulling down on Tommy’s bottom lip, then letting it go with a pop, those fingers stopping to rest at his chin. Adam leaned in, his lips barely touching Tommy’s. “You want me so bad, I can smell it.”

Tommy bit his lower lip, a moan escaping this time. Fuck. He couldn’t keep his eyes open, and he shuddered, completely giving himself up and letting Adam’s powerful spell blanket him with its ferocity. What was happening to him, this slow seduction, was almost too much to bear. “Please,” he whimpered, his eyes locking with Adam’s.

Adam granted his plea, releasing the back of Tommy’s head. He clasped Tommy’s face between his hands., and Tommy brought his own hands up to Adam’s arms and clung. He didn’t care. If he could, he’d crawl inside Adam and stay there forever.

Adam pressed his lips to Tommy’s and then sucked in his lower lips between his teeth.

This kiss was nothing like the AMA kiss that rocked his world, nor was this kiss similar to any of the other brotherly-love kisses he’d shared as a joke with Adam. This kiss made him let go, and he surrendered to the tide that pulled him from shore and set him out to sea.

He’d fantasized about Adam claiming him with his forceful but loving kisses. His dreams at night were filled with Adam lavishing sweet torture all over his body, building him up to the breaking point and then letting him hang there, totally at Adam’s mercy, him begging Adam to let him come. But Adam wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t allow him. Instead, Adam would kiss his breath away, then grab him, flipping him to his knees, yanking down his jeans and going at him until he was finally able to howl his release….

And on more occasions than not, Tommy woke to wet sheets, his balls throbbing in gratitude.

Adam forced his mouth open, his tongue deep inside, conquering him, possessing him. Tommy wanted it happen, all of it with Adam. When Adam shoved his t-shirt up under his chin, capturing a nipple between his fingers, Tommy hissed and thrashed. He whimpered when Adam pinched and squeezed the tender nubbin, almost causing him to come from the insane pleasure that raced straight to his dick.

“Harder?”

Tommy tried to shake the haze out of his head. “Huh?”

Adam whispered in his ear, “Can you take me pinching you like this…harder?”

Tommy cried out at the pain but it was pure pleasure to him. Adam did it again, and he pressed his chest toward Adam wanting more.

“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Adam said, his eyes fierce and penetrating as he pawed at Tommy’s face.

“And you have no idea what you’re doing to me,” Tommy gasped, and he didn’t care that he sounded desperate and needy.

“Then show me.”

Tommy’s hands flailed when Adam pushed him in the chest, knocking him to his back on the soft cushions of the couch. He blinked, stunned at the suddenness of the move.

“You want me doing you like the story says?” Adam smirked as he leaned down, kissing him, but this time the kiss was long and deep and meant business. Adam never broke the kiss as he fumbled for Tommy’s wrists, and Tommy didn’t resist when Adam hauled them up over his head, pinning him. Adam kissed him some more, biting and sucking at his tongue. “Do you?”

Tommy heaved in much needed air when Adam spoke, and he bucked at Adam’s words. He could only nod yes, because Adam had a knee wedged between his legs that pressed tightly against his nuts. It took every bit of willpower not to thrust against Adam.

“And I can feel you, so fucking hard. You hard for me, Tommy?”

Tommy felt himself blush crimson, clearing his head some from the sex induced haze he’d been drowning in, his heart hitching when he heard the slight pitch change in Adam’s voice. As much as Adam had been in charge of this moment, Tommy heard the uncertainty, the questioning, the surprise that maybe Tommy might want him.

“I’ve always been this way for you…you’re amazing,” Tommy whispered.

“Oh, God.” Adam pressed down on him, his tall frame covering Tommy, their hard cocks lining up nicely as Adam thrust against him. “I wasn’t sure. All this time…I thought…”

Tommy struggled against Adam’s hands that still had him restrained. He was let go, and with slightly numb fingers, Tommy brought his hands up to cup Adam’s face. “I had to play like it was just fun between us, because I didn’t know what to do. I…” Tommy turned his head away, biting his lip. What could he tell Adam? Where could he start?

“Look at me.” The dominance was back in Adam’s voice. Slowly, Tommy brought his gaze back and met Adam staring longingly at him. “Just tell me one thing.”

“What?” Tommy asked, his stomach pitching at the raw need that Adam wore on his face.

“How do you feel? About me.”

Tommy melted at the little boy eagerness and vulnerability he saw in Adam’s eyes. “You don’t have to ask. You can feel how badly I want you. I’m here, right? And…I…I want you.”

“Me?” Adam choked out, tapping his heart. “Not Adam the superstar, but me, as a man?”

Adam eased up into a sitting position, his knee bent again so that it wedged against his aching balls one more time. Tommy needed relief, and soon, but he forced himself to just wait a little while longer. He bit the inside of his cheek to distract himself.

“Yes. All of you. Especially your heart, the whole package, ya know?” Tommy whispered that sentiment with meaning, but shyness ghosted over him at those words. He’d never been this vulnerable before, and giving his own heart to Adam was a totally foreign but incredibly liberating feeling. But he had to know as well from Adam what he wanted. “Me? What part of me do you want?”

His answer was a soul-searing kiss that needed no words to let him know Adam’s intentions. Adam made slow sweet love to his mouth, and Tommy’s heart sang with fulfillment, while his fingers raked through Adam’s hair.

Then Adam stopped, his lips nipping at Tommy’s lower lip, his body trembling as if he were standing out in the cold.

“I want to see you,” Adam said.

Frowning, Tommy shook his head, confused. “See me?”

“Yeah.” Adam pulled Tommy’s T-shirt off and flung it across the room, grinning madly when he noticed the piercing Tommy had on his left nipple. Adam had only played with the right, and Tommy could see the delight on Adam’s face at discovering this newly found treasure. With a trembling hand, Adam tugged at it gently, and Tommy arched, but when Adam flicked the ring again, the intense sensation caused a deep moan in the back of Tommy’s throat.

“You’re killing me, Lambert.”

Fingers still shaking, Adam undid Tommy’s belt buckle, and slid the black leather from the loops of Tommy’s jeans. Tommy’s heart skipped a few beats when he caught onto what Adam was doing. He shook his head so he could hide behind his hair. Then Adam undid the button, slowly pulling the zip down that seemed to last a lifetime. Cool air hit his stomach when Adam parted the fabric, revealing his treasure trail, and when Adam lightly caressed his stomach, his fingers scratching his sensitive skin, Tommy’s breath whooshed out. “Adam….”

“Shhh. Lift up.” Adam tugged on the jeans, and he lifted up so Adam could pull them and his boxer briefs down. Not off, just to his knees, trapping him.

Tommy knew his face was flaming red. He could feel the burn along his cheekbones, laying there totally exposed, but this was the moment he’d been dreaming of-waiting for- since the first time he’d ever met Adam.

Adam sat transfixed, his fingers kneading the area where Tommy’s thighs connected to his torso.

“Adam…"

“So…fucking beautiful.”

“Ohhhhhh….” Tommy yelped when Adam fingered the head of his cock and then followed the vein down and back up to his slit. He was so sensitive. He bit down on his lip hard, because if Adam decided to do that again, this show was over. He grabbed Adam’s hand in his. “No. Stop, stop, stop. Just wait…I’m so close…need to breathe…can’t come yet.”

“I want to make you come.”

Panting, Tommy took two of Adam’s fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. Adam’s head tipped back, then rolled forward, his eyes blazing with desire. In a flash, he had his shirt unbuttoned and off, the top of his jeans undone, never letting loose the fingers still stuck in his mouth.

When Adam had his jeans open, he reached inside and pulled himself out, lazily stroking. Tommy squirmed and made little chirping sounds, as he watched Adam masturbate himself. His fingers flexed, wanting to get his hands on Adam and end this sweet torture. But Adam wasn’t going to have any of that. He let go of himself and wrapped his warm hand around Tommy.

“No. Hands off.,” Adam said when Tommy tried to still Adam from working him. “Put your hands over your head and let me do this.”

Tommy’s hands were shaking so badly from being so exposed, so aroused. His need to come more urgent than ever, his balls throbbing and aching. And no matter what he did to get some relief, Adam stopped him, moving such that it was impossible for him to thrust.

“Be still, baby. I’m going to take care of you, don’t worry.”

Tommy did as Adam asked, but it wasn’t easy. He bit down on his lip again, and Adam moved the hair out of his eyes. “I want to see you. I want to see what you look like when I do this.”

Tommy cried out when Adam started to stroke him. Slowly at first and being a bastard about it, because he wasn’t going anywhere close to where Tommy needed him most. His hips strained upward trying to get that much needed friction so he could unload. But Adam wasn’t having any of it. He played until Tommy broke out in a sweat and started to shake.

“Adam, pleeeeeeeazzzzz,” Tommy begged, his heart pounding in his ears.

“You can take it, just a little bit longer, right?” Adam smiled seductively as he continued to tease.

Tommy’s balls were pulled up tight, and he didn’t think he could take it anymore. Adam must have seen something in his eyes, because he finally took mercy on him. Adam’s hand slid up his shaft, his thumb and fingers right where Tommy’d been needing Adam all along. It only took three light and steady strokes before he was shooting, a deep guttural moan sluicing from his throat. At the peak of his orgasm, he was keening loudly, and then he was done, his body shuddering from the after shocks as he lay limply and totally rung out.

White sparks dotted the inside of his eyelids when they closed on their own. His breath still hitched from the intensity of his coming. He was vaguely aware of Adam moving off his legs, but then his eyes popped open when he heard Adam’s voice catch. Adam was jacking himself fast and furious. From somewhere deep within himself, Tommy found the strength to move his hand, and he wrapped it around Adam’s. Within a minute, Adam had his head thrown back as his own orgasm raced out of him, coating Tommy’s hand, and mingling with his own release that covered his stomach and chest.

When Adam finished, oddly silent, he slumped forward, his forehead resting on Tommy’s shoulder, his breathing labored. Instinctively, Tommy carded his fingers through Adam’s hair as he recovered, then cupped the back of his head, turning his own head so that he could nuzzle Adam’s ear. He blew softly, smiling when Adam scrunched his shoulders up and giggled.

“Tickle?” Tommy asked. He still felt like he was floating.

“Yeah.”

“You okay?”

“Hmmm,” Adam mumbled. “The best. You?”

Tommy continued massaging Adam’s scalp. “I think so. Can’t ever remember coming that hard before.” He kissed Adam’s hair and felt himself dosing off.

He didn’t know how long they’d slept, but Adam somehow had wedged himself between him and the back of the couch, Adam’s head on his chest. Tommy chuckled, wondering how his hand had come to firmly cup Adams’s bare ass, and how the two of them were still on the couch.

Adam stirred and then sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His pants were still open and his goods dangled limply to the side. Tommy felt a blush stain his cheeks looking at what Adam owned. If only those authors really knew how well Adam was hung. Moaning in embarrassment, his covered his face.

“What’s the matter,” Adam asked, trying to pull his hands away so he could look at him. “You’re blushing. Why?”

Tommy squeaked, and Adam laughed at him. “What we did better than what you read?” He cackled for a few moments, trying to get a hold of one of Tommy’s hands.

Taking in a deep breath, Tommy looked at him, and gave up the struggle. “You know it was. Next time it’s my turn to exact revenge.”

Adam gave him a sassy smile and a wiggle of his eyebrows. “Looking at that picture helped.”

“Did I measure up?” Tommy asked shyly, remembering what Adam had said about seeing him looking that way.

“Way better. You’re so beautiful.”

Tommy blushed again and struggled to sitting. He rose up and slipped his pants back up, but left them undone. Adam slid his pants up as well, reaching for the computer again. He clicked on the image to make it full screen and stared at it for a few beats.

“I want us to be like this for real, not a stage act. I had no idea we looked that way up there...”

Tommy laughed. That moment may have looked like a stage act, but for him it was real. They were caught in the act of starting something new. On the inside, Tommy was smiling, his heart so full of Adam.

The End