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Title: Trapped in the Elevator
Author: rockinhamburger
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Adam and Tommy are trapped in a stuck elevator, and Adam's a little amped up from their recent performance...
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Notes: So this was something I filled out for a prompt at the aianonlovefest. It's my first attempt at writing Adam/Tommy, but hopefully you like it. This is that fill, cleaned up and posted here.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shitfuckingshit!"
Tommy sighs from his spot on the floor of the very stuck elevator; it's stopped somewhere between floors six and seven. "Look, I'm asking you nicely: you gotta stop pacing. The swearing isn't helping the situation either."
Adam ignores Tommy completely. And after another lengthy tirade of various curse words, a great number of them ones Tommy has never heard before (and Tommy considers himself a swear-word connoisseur, so...), Adam slumps against and slides down the wall opposite Tommy.
"Fuck, this sucks," Adam says succinctly.
"Yeah, it does," Tommy agrees, "but someone'll be along to fix it in no time and then we can get out of here." Adam doesn't say anything. Tommy sighs again. "Come on, what's up, man? What's the issue here?"
"I'm really fucking riled up from the performance, okay?" he snaps irritably.
Tommy holds up his hands in surrender. "Okay! Sorry, man."
Adam sighs this time. "No, no, it's not your fault, I'm sorry. I'm just. After I perform, I get really..."
"Antsy?" Tommy guesses. "I get that, too, sometimes."
"Not antsy. I get really..." Adam hesitates for a moment, and the hesitation is what makes Tommy actually look at Adam.
"What?" Tommy prompts when Adam doesn't continue.
"Fuck it. I get super horny," Adam admits, blushing just a little and smiling self-deprecatingly.
Tommy stares openly at Adam for several long moments, incredibly confused. He's not sure why this is such a big deal for Adam. After all, this is the guy who wears studded codpieces and cockrings while he performs in front of hundreds of people. This is the guy who kissed Tommy on stage on national television, in front of the entire country. Why's he being so shy all of a sudden, and about something so tame?
"Dude, don't worry about it," Tommy says graciously. "If you need to... you know, blow off some steam or whatever, I can just listen to some music on my iPod and close my eyes for a while."
Adam blushes a little harder, but he looks relieved at Tommy's offer. "It won't freak you out?"
"What?" Tommy laughs. "Um. I play bass for Adam Lambert, I don't know if you've heard of him? The other day he explained how the game Soggy Biscuit works and then rushed to assure the rest of his concerned, horrified band members that he'd totally never done it before. Are you seriously worried about making me uncomfortable with something as natural as jackin off?"
Adam's laughing really hard by the end of Tommy's monologue. "All right, all right! Okay. Thank you, thanks, that would be really great."
Tommy nods, pulls out his iPod, and slips on his headphones. He's scrolling down to his On-The-Go 3 list when he hears the unmistakable sound of Adam unzipping his pants. Tommy's dick immediately hardens in response, and he freezes in his scrolling to listen breathlessly, painstakingly, to Adam pull out his (enormous; Tommy remembers from their vacay) cock and let out a soft, grateful moan.
Yep. Tommy is rock hard.
Oh, this is not good. Tommy's just finished telling Adam it won't be weird, and now he's got a painful erection straining against his sinfully tight pants. Tommy lets out a near-silent, shaky breath and bites his lip slightly, trying very hard not to listen to Adam's soft gasps and -- oh holy fuck is that whimpering!?
Tommy clamps his jaw shut to stop his mouth from falling open to pant from arousal. He's nearly gotten himself under control again when Adam hums, almost musically, "Mmmm."
And just like that, Tommy's a goner. His eyes snap up to take Adam - fucking gorgeous, walking-sex Adam - in properly, and he jolts in surprise and ridiculously high levels of arousal when he finds Adam staring straight fucking at him.
"Tommy," Adam gasps, eyes widening, pupils blown wide. He's pulling on his cock with long strokes from base to tip, and his eyes are burning holes into Tommy's.
"Adam," Tommy responds, his voice gravelly from lack of use and sheer pleasure.
"Ohgod Tommy, please, fuck, please," Adam moans, and his hips thrust up toward his hand as his head lolls back onto the wall of the elevator. "Could you -?"
Tommy doesn't even need to be asked. He's already crawling, on his fucking hands and knees, across the distance between them to press his face with urgent enthusiasm to Adam's exposed flesh. Adam groans and says, "yeah, come on, suck it, please."
Tommy moans feebly and knocks Adam's hand out of the way, deeply inhaling the smell of Adam. It makes him so horny he feels temporarily dizzy, and has to grasp Adam's left hipbone in his hand to keep from falling face-first into - onto - Adam. Plus, it's good for keeping Adam's hips steady, and it has been a while since he's done this.
Tommy takes Adam's cock into his mouth and sucks hard, right away, which makes Adam twitch and moan under him and try to buck up even as Tommy's hand squeezes his hip hard to keep Adam in place.
"Fuuuuck, Tommy! Damn," Adam laughs shakily, his hands tangling ferociously in Tommy's hair. On a particularly hard suck of Tommy's mouth, Adam's hands tighten around Tommy's strands of hair, and then he's pulling hard, shouting, "Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Yeah!" and Tommy gasps and moans around Adam's cock, swallowing him deeper.
"Dude!" Adam gasps. "Where - when - h-how'd - guh - how'd you learn to - mmmmyeah, just like that - to do that?"
Tommy pulls off for a moment to chuckle and shrug. "Band camp."
Adam's amused laugh turns into another choked-off moan as Tommy swallows him down again again. Adam moans, practically sobbing, "Oh fuck, you're fucking - fucking perfect, Tommy! Yes! Keep going!"
Tommy picks up the pace, his head bobbing up and down and his mouth keeping the suction light but constant. A few minutes later, just when Tomm'y jaw is starting to ache, Adam begins shaking and moaning, and then he comes hard down Tommy's throat with another yank on Tommy's hair and another whimper.
Tommy pulls off and back to survey Adam, who has sagged against the wall with his eyes shut peacefully. He cracks them open slowly after a moment and smiles lazily. Adam sighs happily, "Man, that felt good."
Tommy laughs, "Yeah. Um." He sits up on his knees and looks down at his crotch. His cock is still painfully hard and not so pleased with the lack of orgasm he's currently experiencing. He strokes over the bulge there and bites his lip on a moan.
Adam's right hand closes around his hip and pulls him closer. "Why are you so far away?" he asks.
Tommy grins. "That's a good question."
"Of course it is, I'm fucking brilliant," Adam says, smirking cockily. It's a hot look on him.
"Hmmm. Well, would you mind sharing this so-called brilliance with my cock?" Tommy almost-snaps. He's starting to get Adam's earlier sexual frustration.
Adam laughs throatily, eyes crinkling. "If he's polite," he fires back, but he's already pulling open Tommy's jeans, and Tommy's eyes are rolling back in his head and Adam's hasn't even removed his fucking pants yet!
"Get a move on, Glambert," Tommy growls, stretching awkwardly to help Adam take his pants and underwear off completely. Adam laughs softly and stretches his legs out.
"Climb on," Adam says, gesturing to his own lap where his cock's already stirring again. Jesus.
Tommy tries not to let his desperation show as he scrambles to straddle Adam's thighs, but then his cock is brushing against Adam's stomach and he's throwing his head back to let out a guttural, strained moan. Pressure, finally.
Adam seizes Tommy by the back of the head and hauls him to his mouth, curling his tongue into Tommy's tongue. Tommy kisses back with a vengeance, with a hunger he doesn't remotely understand. He can't remember ever wanting anything - anyone - this desperately in his entire life.
A finger presses against Tommy's hole, and, instead of flinching away like he might have expected himself to, he finds himself leaning into it and trying to get Adam's finger inside him as deep as possible. "Come on, Adam," he gasps, voice destroyed beyond recognition.
"If you insist," Adam singsongs, fucking sexy as hell, and then he's thrusting three fingers inside of Tommy, hard quick jabs that are making Tommy's thighs tremble and clench unconsciously around Adam's.
Business-like, Adam reaches into his own back pocket and fishes out a condom, which he rolls onto his now completely erect penis with practiced ease and a gorgeous little shudder that Tommy can feel all along his body.
"I - fuck," Adam swears, pulling Tommy a little closer. "I don't think I have lube on me."
For the first time, Tommy hesitates. "Uhhhh," Tommy says, trying to think through the haze of arousal. "I think I have some sort of lotion or something in my bag over there. Or," Tommy says suddenly, very unwilling to move away from Adam to retrieve it, "you could use your spit and we'll make it work."
Adam shudders. "That's," he swallows, "that's gonna fucking hurt."
"I don't really fucking care right now," Tommy grits out through his teeth, stroking up his own cock to relieve some of the tension in his body. He moans unconsciously and Adam moans in reply. "Just do it, come on. I'll punch myself over it later when you don't have your fingers in my ass."
Adam laughs again. "You have such a dirty fucking mouth!" he says delightedly. "I had no idea."
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Adam, I'm not kidding, fucking hurry up," he snaps impatiently and Adam groans and spits into his hand, slicking his own cock with it and aligning himself with Tommy's hole in one move.
"Breathe, man. I'm warning you," Adam warns, and then he's pushing inside, the head of his cock entering Tommy. Initially Tommy's body clenches at the intrusion, but with a firm stroke of Adam's hand on Tommy's dick, Tommy relaxes his muscles and Adam pushes in another inch.
It fucking hurts. A lot. But through the pain Tommy can feel a glimmer of pleasure and trusts that goodness is on its way. He exhales a pained breathe and impales himself slowly on Adam's cock, sinking down and arching his back on a hiss of pain and - yeah, there it is, the burn of pleasure with the pain, like an undercurrent.
"Unnnnnh," Adam moans, his eyes closed tightly. "Fuck, Tommy, you're - you're so tight, you must be -"
"Fuckoff," Tommy slurs, and with one quick thrust down, Adam's balls-deep inside him.
Adam cries out, "FUCK! Tommy!"
"Fucking move!"
With those very simple words, Adam seizes Tommy's hips and thrusts up into Tommy, hitting what is most definitely Tommy's prostate.
"Oh fuck!" Tommy shouts, riding Adam hard; he wants Adam to rip him in half. "Harder, Adam! Harder!"
Adam moans with abandon and carefully rearranges them both so that he has Tommy's legs hitched up around his waist to pound harder and deeper into Tommy with thrusts that hit Tommy's prostate every time. Tommy can hardly make out who's moaning and shouting what; he knows he's being really fucking loud, but he can't bring himself to give a flying fuck. He can only angle his hips to meet Adam's thrusts and jack himself off in time with them.
Tommy's not entirely sure how long it goes on for. He thinks it can't be more than a few minutes, since he's been hard for the better part of the last half hour, but when he comes, he comes so hard he screams a throaty, "Adam!" and comes in hot spurts all over the both of them.
Tommy shudders through the aftershocks of his orgasm, moaning distractedly while watching Adam tense up and thrust deep inside Tommy one last time before coming with a shout of, "so fucking GOOD, Tommy!"
And that's when the elevator jolts to a start and grumbles down to the sixth floor, where the doors slide open with a friendly chime to reveal an elderly couple waiting for the elevator, their mouths positively agape.
~*~
END.
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Author: rockinhamburger
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Adam and Tommy are trapped in a stuck elevator, and Adam's a little amped up from their recent performance...
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Notes: So this was something I filled out for a prompt at the aianonlovefest. It's my first attempt at writing Adam/Tommy, but hopefully you like it. This is that fill, cleaned up and posted here.
"Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shitfuckingshit!"
Tommy sighs from his spot on the floor of the very stuck elevator; it's stopped somewhere between floors six and seven. "Look, I'm asking you nicely: you gotta stop pacing. The swearing isn't helping the situation either."
Adam ignores Tommy completely. And after another lengthy tirade of various curse words, a great number of them ones Tommy has never heard before (and Tommy considers himself a swear-word connoisseur, so...), Adam slumps against and slides down the wall opposite Tommy.
"Fuck, this sucks," Adam says succinctly.
"Yeah, it does," Tommy agrees, "but someone'll be along to fix it in no time and then we can get out of here." Adam doesn't say anything. Tommy sighs again. "Come on, what's up, man? What's the issue here?"
"I'm really fucking riled up from the performance, okay?" he snaps irritably.
Tommy holds up his hands in surrender. "Okay! Sorry, man."
Adam sighs this time. "No, no, it's not your fault, I'm sorry. I'm just. After I perform, I get really..."
"Antsy?" Tommy guesses. "I get that, too, sometimes."
"Not antsy. I get really..." Adam hesitates for a moment, and the hesitation is what makes Tommy actually look at Adam.
"What?" Tommy prompts when Adam doesn't continue.
"Fuck it. I get super horny," Adam admits, blushing just a little and smiling self-deprecatingly.
Tommy stares openly at Adam for several long moments, incredibly confused. He's not sure why this is such a big deal for Adam. After all, this is the guy who wears studded codpieces and cockrings while he performs in front of hundreds of people. This is the guy who kissed Tommy on stage on national television, in front of the entire country. Why's he being so shy all of a sudden, and about something so tame?
"Dude, don't worry about it," Tommy says graciously. "If you need to... you know, blow off some steam or whatever, I can just listen to some music on my iPod and close my eyes for a while."
Adam blushes a little harder, but he looks relieved at Tommy's offer. "It won't freak you out?"
"What?" Tommy laughs. "Um. I play bass for Adam Lambert, I don't know if you've heard of him? The other day he explained how the game Soggy Biscuit works and then rushed to assure the rest of his concerned, horrified band members that he'd totally never done it before. Are you seriously worried about making me uncomfortable with something as natural as jackin off?"
Adam's laughing really hard by the end of Tommy's monologue. "All right, all right! Okay. Thank you, thanks, that would be really great."
Tommy nods, pulls out his iPod, and slips on his headphones. He's scrolling down to his On-The-Go 3 list when he hears the unmistakable sound of Adam unzipping his pants. Tommy's dick immediately hardens in response, and he freezes in his scrolling to listen breathlessly, painstakingly, to Adam pull out his (enormous; Tommy remembers from their vacay) cock and let out a soft, grateful moan.
Yep. Tommy is rock hard.
Oh, this is not good. Tommy's just finished telling Adam it won't be weird, and now he's got a painful erection straining against his sinfully tight pants. Tommy lets out a near-silent, shaky breath and bites his lip slightly, trying very hard not to listen to Adam's soft gasps and -- oh holy fuck is that whimpering!?
Tommy clamps his jaw shut to stop his mouth from falling open to pant from arousal. He's nearly gotten himself under control again when Adam hums, almost musically, "Mmmm."
And just like that, Tommy's a goner. His eyes snap up to take Adam - fucking gorgeous, walking-sex Adam - in properly, and he jolts in surprise and ridiculously high levels of arousal when he finds Adam staring straight fucking at him.
"Tommy," Adam gasps, eyes widening, pupils blown wide. He's pulling on his cock with long strokes from base to tip, and his eyes are burning holes into Tommy's.
"Adam," Tommy responds, his voice gravelly from lack of use and sheer pleasure.
"Ohgod Tommy, please, fuck, please," Adam moans, and his hips thrust up toward his hand as his head lolls back onto the wall of the elevator. "Could you -?"
Tommy doesn't even need to be asked. He's already crawling, on his fucking hands and knees, across the distance between them to press his face with urgent enthusiasm to Adam's exposed flesh. Adam groans and says, "yeah, come on, suck it, please."
Tommy moans feebly and knocks Adam's hand out of the way, deeply inhaling the smell of Adam. It makes him so horny he feels temporarily dizzy, and has to grasp Adam's left hipbone in his hand to keep from falling face-first into - onto - Adam. Plus, it's good for keeping Adam's hips steady, and it has been a while since he's done this.
Tommy takes Adam's cock into his mouth and sucks hard, right away, which makes Adam twitch and moan under him and try to buck up even as Tommy's hand squeezes his hip hard to keep Adam in place.
"Fuuuuck, Tommy! Damn," Adam laughs shakily, his hands tangling ferociously in Tommy's hair. On a particularly hard suck of Tommy's mouth, Adam's hands tighten around Tommy's strands of hair, and then he's pulling hard, shouting, "Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Yeah!" and Tommy gasps and moans around Adam's cock, swallowing him deeper.
"Dude!" Adam gasps. "Where - when - h-how'd - guh - how'd you learn to - mmmmyeah, just like that - to do that?"
Tommy pulls off for a moment to chuckle and shrug. "Band camp."
Adam's amused laugh turns into another choked-off moan as Tommy swallows him down again again. Adam moans, practically sobbing, "Oh fuck, you're fucking - fucking perfect, Tommy! Yes! Keep going!"
Tommy picks up the pace, his head bobbing up and down and his mouth keeping the suction light but constant. A few minutes later, just when Tomm'y jaw is starting to ache, Adam begins shaking and moaning, and then he comes hard down Tommy's throat with another yank on Tommy's hair and another whimper.
Tommy pulls off and back to survey Adam, who has sagged against the wall with his eyes shut peacefully. He cracks them open slowly after a moment and smiles lazily. Adam sighs happily, "Man, that felt good."
Tommy laughs, "Yeah. Um." He sits up on his knees and looks down at his crotch. His cock is still painfully hard and not so pleased with the lack of orgasm he's currently experiencing. He strokes over the bulge there and bites his lip on a moan.
Adam's right hand closes around his hip and pulls him closer. "Why are you so far away?" he asks.
Tommy grins. "That's a good question."
"Of course it is, I'm fucking brilliant," Adam says, smirking cockily. It's a hot look on him.
"Hmmm. Well, would you mind sharing this so-called brilliance with my cock?" Tommy almost-snaps. He's starting to get Adam's earlier sexual frustration.
Adam laughs throatily, eyes crinkling. "If he's polite," he fires back, but he's already pulling open Tommy's jeans, and Tommy's eyes are rolling back in his head and Adam's hasn't even removed his fucking pants yet!
"Get a move on, Glambert," Tommy growls, stretching awkwardly to help Adam take his pants and underwear off completely. Adam laughs softly and stretches his legs out.
"Climb on," Adam says, gesturing to his own lap where his cock's already stirring again. Jesus.
Tommy tries not to let his desperation show as he scrambles to straddle Adam's thighs, but then his cock is brushing against Adam's stomach and he's throwing his head back to let out a guttural, strained moan. Pressure, finally.
Adam seizes Tommy by the back of the head and hauls him to his mouth, curling his tongue into Tommy's tongue. Tommy kisses back with a vengeance, with a hunger he doesn't remotely understand. He can't remember ever wanting anything - anyone - this desperately in his entire life.
A finger presses against Tommy's hole, and, instead of flinching away like he might have expected himself to, he finds himself leaning into it and trying to get Adam's finger inside him as deep as possible. "Come on, Adam," he gasps, voice destroyed beyond recognition.
"If you insist," Adam singsongs, fucking sexy as hell, and then he's thrusting three fingers inside of Tommy, hard quick jabs that are making Tommy's thighs tremble and clench unconsciously around Adam's.
Business-like, Adam reaches into his own back pocket and fishes out a condom, which he rolls onto his now completely erect penis with practiced ease and a gorgeous little shudder that Tommy can feel all along his body.
"I - fuck," Adam swears, pulling Tommy a little closer. "I don't think I have lube on me."
For the first time, Tommy hesitates. "Uhhhh," Tommy says, trying to think through the haze of arousal. "I think I have some sort of lotion or something in my bag over there. Or," Tommy says suddenly, very unwilling to move away from Adam to retrieve it, "you could use your spit and we'll make it work."
Adam shudders. "That's," he swallows, "that's gonna fucking hurt."
"I don't really fucking care right now," Tommy grits out through his teeth, stroking up his own cock to relieve some of the tension in his body. He moans unconsciously and Adam moans in reply. "Just do it, come on. I'll punch myself over it later when you don't have your fingers in my ass."
Adam laughs again. "You have such a dirty fucking mouth!" he says delightedly. "I had no idea."
"Shut the fuck up and fuck me, Adam, I'm not kidding, fucking hurry up," he snaps impatiently and Adam groans and spits into his hand, slicking his own cock with it and aligning himself with Tommy's hole in one move.
"Breathe, man. I'm warning you," Adam warns, and then he's pushing inside, the head of his cock entering Tommy. Initially Tommy's body clenches at the intrusion, but with a firm stroke of Adam's hand on Tommy's dick, Tommy relaxes his muscles and Adam pushes in another inch.
It fucking hurts. A lot. But through the pain Tommy can feel a glimmer of pleasure and trusts that goodness is on its way. He exhales a pained breathe and impales himself slowly on Adam's cock, sinking down and arching his back on a hiss of pain and - yeah, there it is, the burn of pleasure with the pain, like an undercurrent.
"Unnnnnh," Adam moans, his eyes closed tightly. "Fuck, Tommy, you're - you're so tight, you must be -"
"Fuckoff," Tommy slurs, and with one quick thrust down, Adam's balls-deep inside him.
Adam cries out, "FUCK! Tommy!"
"Fucking move!"
With those very simple words, Adam seizes Tommy's hips and thrusts up into Tommy, hitting what is most definitely Tommy's prostate.
"Oh fuck!" Tommy shouts, riding Adam hard; he wants Adam to rip him in half. "Harder, Adam! Harder!"
Adam moans with abandon and carefully rearranges them both so that he has Tommy's legs hitched up around his waist to pound harder and deeper into Tommy with thrusts that hit Tommy's prostate every time. Tommy can hardly make out who's moaning and shouting what; he knows he's being really fucking loud, but he can't bring himself to give a flying fuck. He can only angle his hips to meet Adam's thrusts and jack himself off in time with them.
Tommy's not entirely sure how long it goes on for. He thinks it can't be more than a few minutes, since he's been hard for the better part of the last half hour, but when he comes, he comes so hard he screams a throaty, "Adam!" and comes in hot spurts all over the both of them.
Tommy shudders through the aftershocks of his orgasm, moaning distractedly while watching Adam tense up and thrust deep inside Tommy one last time before coming with a shout of, "so fucking GOOD, Tommy!"
And that's when the elevator jolts to a start and grumbles down to the sixth floor, where the doors slide open with a friendly chime to reveal an elderly couple waiting for the elevator, their mouths positively agape.
~*~
END.
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