FIC: Hysteria
Title: Hysteria
Author: samanthablah
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3545
Notes: HI. WOW. I don't know why this took forever to get up, but it's here now so yay? Blah idek anymore. Title from the song by Muse.
Summary: Done for my lovely argeneau for the fic/art drive thingymajig. A continuation of this fic. Adam and Tommy head out to a gay bar for the night before taking the ~party back home. Hope it's okay!
Disclaimer: In my other life, I'm fairly sure this kind of thing happens. Until then, I'll continue trying to sneak a video camera in every time I'm there.
Hysteria
It always seemed that after waiting for ridiculous amounts of time, the outcome would always be something completely incredible, or in contrast, something completely disappointing. There never seemed to be any shades of grey for him. Years of waiting for a break in his career. Incredible outcome. Years of having to live off his determination. Incredible outcome. Years of persisting to Monte to meet Madonna. Incredible outcome.
Throwing the local newspaper to the table, Adam Lambert sighed as he walked over to the middle of his hotel room and threw himself down onto the couch. Despite incredible patience, that still didn’t mean he liked waiting. It was now the fourth time he had skimmed through the mostly positive reviews in that newspaper. And when that third review mentioned that he maybe should have ‘toned’ it down for the younger fans in the audience, he simply scoffed as it only gave him more incentive to be even more obscene at the next concert.
Conscience smirking at its soon-to-be-played comeback, he kept his mind focused on the night ahead of him. After flying down from New York, the band and crew had the chance to stay an extra day in Florida before getting onto a tour bus and heading to the next city. Generally for Adam, it was rather simple. Another night in a city on the other side of the country, another night of hitting it up at whatever club was in the vicinity, another night of scoping out the local meat and another night of finally being able to have some time to himself. Even though, that didn’t seem to be the case when he knew that sooner or later he would have a lovely memorabilia of his night, plastered over whatever paparazzi website had scheduled to invade on Adam’s life.
Humming a random song to himself and flattening out his low cut black top, Adam sat and just waited. Waited for that incredible moment when his blonde, skinny, pretty partner in crime would strut through that fucking door.
***
Tommy Ratliff was always the first one to be ready. Gigs, television performances, parties. It always seemed that he never really needed too much effort to look pretty. Which of course, Adam always seemed to playfully give him a hard time about. But now, despite Adam’s boredom, Tommy insisted that he should wait in his hotel room for him. It clearly had suspicion written all over it. Tommy knowing he would take a while, not letting Adam come into his room, so much fucking waiting. But the possibilities that swept across Adam’s mind as he contemplated, seemed to be more entertaining than he probably should have found.
Then suddenly, like music to his fucking ears, the door of his hotel room clicked open, and Adam hitched a breathe as Tommy pranced inside with his get up for that night.
“Could you be any fucking longer?” Adam said, immediately getting to his feet. Tommy raised an eyebrow and scoffed as he moved closer into the light.
“Oh, so the one time that caring about how I actually look takes longer than you, I get into trouble?” he teased. Adam laughed and rolled his eyes as he took a couple of steps towards Tommy. And now, in this moment, Adam was glad that this time around, his ridiculous amounts of waiting led to something so- actually, he couldn’t even find words to describe just how fucking hot Tommy was.
Adam didn’t even know where to fucking start. As if Tommy Ratliff, his Tommy Ratliff, was standing there in front of him looking like that. His brain couldn’t even manage to string together a coherent sentence. Tommy’s eyes we framed with his usual black eyeliner, with silver glittery eyeshadow dusted immaculately over his eyelids. Bright red lipstick and hair swept in its usual style, he wasn’t going to deny that it took a shitload of effort for him to look all primped up like this.
“A-Are you sure about that outfit Tommy Joe?” Adam said, surprised when his voice sounded just a little more high-pitched than usual. He eyed him up and down slowly, drinking it all.
“Oh yeah,” he replied twirling around, knowing that this would only just be the beginning. Tommy had this whole scenario already planned out in his head.
“I haven’t seen you wear any outfit like that since… Cabo, last year.”
“I know,” he smiled. That fucking smile. That smile which instantaneously made Adam curious. Mind racing at numerous speeds of how the night would end rushed through his mind, but he managed to cram it away for later as the two of them left and headed downstairs.
Adam drew his eyes along Tommy’s body. Completely hypnotised from the sway of left to right of that black mini skirt that clung to Tommy’s hips, the way his tight black jeans shaped his legs.
“You know, I’ve never been to Florida before,” Tommy said as they headed towards the nearest vacant taxi. Adam blanked on a response as he watched Tommy walk in front of him. That white corset that Tommy had on was tied on so tightly, and the way it stuck and moved with his skinny frame made Adam’s mind get restless.
“I-I’ve been here a few times. And I know a drag queen who works in a bar downtown. That is, if you’re up for it.”
“Is there any other kind?”
Adam cocked an eyebrow at Tommy as they felt the taxi pull away from the curb. He had never seen this side of Tommy before. This over-confident, almost cocky side of him. Whatever this Tommy, the kind that Adam was now sitting next to in this dingy downtown taxi, was on could only get better from here.
***
Finding himself completely enthralled by Tommy’s mindfucks of bending his sexuality, he wasn’t sure what Tommy intended Adam to feel from his clothes or enthusiasm. Despite confusion, one thing that Adam did know was that he loved how Tommy put in effort for the places that he took him. He really did. Whether it was Tommy wanting to make sure that Adam was happy by doing this, or because his confidence wasn’t actually a façade and he actually was indeed up for it, Adam didn’t really care. With people dressed up in whatever the fuck they wanted, he grinned at Tommy’s crazy and confusing self as he grabbed him by the hand and led him inside.
“What are you smiling at?” Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh nothing,” Adam replied.
They stepped into the club and looked around, people dispersed to the far corners of this whole other reality.
“You just look so fucking amazing right now that’s all.”
“I know I fucking do.”
And there it was again. That newfound side of Tommy that had surfaced. The words went straight to Adam’s head, this bizarre tension of the night making him hard.
Adam’s friend seemed to have finished up earlier that night, but after New York, Tommy was soon getting the hang of how these places worked. And after New York, Tommy learned how the correct amount of flirting, fringe flipping and eye batting could score him and Adam free drinks.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Adam laughed before downing his drink. Tommy shook his head as he leaned against the counter.
“I’m just that good,” he whispered into Adam’s ear. Adam cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh really?”
“Yes really.”
Adam stood agape at just how fucking ridiculous this all was now.
“Seriously, what the fuck has gotten into you tonight?” he said, putting his glass down on the counter.
“I just want to have fun that’s all,” Tommy said innocently, shrugging his shoulders.
“But really, this,” Adam said looking his outfit up and down, “and that,” he said, pointing to his make-up, “are you even real right now?”
Tommy laughed hysterically.
“I guess this is one of those situations that’s not supposed to have a proper explanation then?” Adam concluded.
“Aw, I just wanted to make sure that you’re happy while we’re out. You need a break from everything, that’s all,” Tommy smiled. Now it was Adam’s turn to laugh hysterically.
“No really, are you even fucking real right now? Oh, Tommy,” Adam leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “But seriously, I’d watch your back if I was you. You’ve been getting ‘the eye’ a lot tonight already.”
“Who’s to say I wouldn’t want to hook up with them though?”
There were actually no fucking words that Adam could say at the risk of sounding too repetitive anymore. He wanted to bottle up and stash this side of Tommy away forever.
“Don’t be stupid.”
“But my confidence is totally a turn-on for you right now isn’t it?”
Adam smirked.
“Of course.”
“Excellent.”
And with that, Tommy downed the last of his drink before scampering away to the dancefloor.
“What the fuck.”
And thus what it seemed to be for the rest of the night. An endless game of cat and mouse between the two of them. Adam would watch and hold his breath at the sight of a boy coming up behind and grinding against Tommy. Tommy would try not to look too offended when he saw Adam with his tongue down some pretty boy’s throat. It was all about power. Both of them wanted the upper hand, so both of them tried to continue to find new ways of acting like an obscene tease. Purposely pushing at each other’s buttons, wanting the other to get worked up. Leading on and letting down. Jealousy caused from the boys that seemed to latch themselves onto the other. Want of something they couldn’t have. Lust from them both knowing how this would end tonight.
Neither of them knew why it always seemed to end like this. Why they found a sick sense of pleasure through the other person’s torture. Whether it was out of some strange kind of competitive love, in the end, pain and longing seemed to make pleasure taste that much more sweeter.
***
Adam didn’t remember when he finally decided he couldn’t contain himself anymore, but before either of them knew it, they were scrambling into the hotel lobby, itching to lock themselves in the confinements of a room.
Waiting for the elevator doors to open, this was definitely one of those moments when excruciating moments of ordeal would instantly end into the ultimate outcome.
Absolutely overjoyed as they opened up, Adam managed to hit the button of their floor before he had Tommy up against a wall. It was a good thing that their floor was second from the top. Hands roaming all over each other’s body, just wanting to be able to touch. Adam pulled on Tommy’s jaw as he forced his lips upon him. Licking along his bottom lip as he invitingly explored the inside’s of Tommy’s mouth. Just like before, and always a game of power, Tommy’s hands found their way up Adam’s back before pulling hard at fistfuls of black hair. He moaned in response, Tommy feeling that buzz against his lips. Then slowly, Adam’s hands moved from Tommy’s jaw before resting on his hips.
“No, not here. Just wait,” Tommy said, pulling Adam off by the hair. Adam seemed to take that as a challenge. Feeling his breath seeming to steady itself out, he turned, finger lingering over the emergency stop button on the control panel.
“Are you fucking crazy, Lambert?”
“Of course I am.”
Tommy scoffed. However before they even had time to even actually contemplate, the doors slid open and Adam scooped Tommy up, carrying him over his shoulder hurriedly back to the room.
***
Adam caught Tommy’s mouth as he threw him onto his bed, bodies scrambling for more heat and friction. It was frantic and a complete and utter rush. The rush of not knowing how long this would last, the need for skin on skin, the want of that perfect pleasure running through the course of their veins. Now that they were finally here together, at their last destination of the night, it no longer was a game of self-centred power, but more about making that other person feel fucking incredible.
“Why the fuck must this corset be so hard to remove?” Adam sighed, frustrated as tangled fingers tangled with tangled strings. Tommy laughed as he batted Adam’s hands away replacing them with his own.
“Hold on… oh Jesus fucking Christ,” Tommy groaned, as his attempts weren’t any better. He didn’t actually realise how tight he must have had it on until now.
“Wait, move your hands,” Adam said. Tommy obliged and soon enough found Adam bending over using his teeth to pull apart at the strings.
“Ha, someone’s eager.”
Finally able to rid Tommy of the corset, Adam threw it into oblivion before licking painfully slow from the bottom of Tommy’s neck and up along his jaw. He stopped right beside his ear.
“You are such a motherfucking tease, Tommy Ratliff,” Adam whispered, voice husky, glazed over with need. Tommy shuddered underneath him.
Leaving trails of kisses back down along his jaw and neck, sucking gently around both of Tommy’s nipples before reaching the top of his pants and skirt. Tommy moaned out loud as Adam squeezed the bulge that could be seen, even through that fucking skirt. He looked at up Tommy from beneath his eyelashes, their stares now both unbelievably intense. It seemed impossible to break away. It was what the entire night had been building up to. Words unnecessary, Adam ravaged to rip Tommy’s jeans off.
“No underwear? Impressive,” Adam smirked. Tommy rolled his eyes.
Adam immediately began to run his tongue up the insides of Tommy’s thighs, sucking on sensitive flesh.
“Adam,” Tommy managed to stutter out as he lifted his head off the pillow to look down at him. “The skirt. Remove the skirt.”
“No, I want to keep it on.”
Tommy smiled as he let his head fall back.
Flipping the top of the skirt over Tommy’s stomach, Adam let his fingers trace before taking his cock in his hands. He carefully pumped it up and down a couple of times before flicking the tip of it with his tongue. He could sense Tommy’s growing impatience, but Adam loved it when he drew it all out like this. Slowly.
“Oh god, Adam,” he moaned as he took a chunk of Adam’s hair and used it to help him shove Adam’s mouth around his cock. He wasn’t in the mood to play games. He hated waiting.
Excited by this immediate reaction, Adam gripped onto Tommy’s thighs as he swirled his tongue around Tommy’s cock. Bobbing up and down, each movement now seemed to be getting faster. As heat and friction increased and Tommy’s breathing became rough and incoherent, he involuntarily began to lift his hips up everytime Adam went down. He just wanted more. Despite that, Adam held his hips still before slowing the pace. Tommy groaned out loud at his actions.
“What are you doing? Not now,” Tommy grunted through disjointed breathes. Adam ignored his plea. He wasn’t stopping, that was for sure. But he just wanted to make sure Tommy was ready. He ripped off the skirt so that Tommy was now completely naked. He didn’t want anything to get in the way.
Tommy saw white as he unexpectedly felt his cock touch the back of Adam’s throat. This was why Adam slowed down. Carefully, Adam began to deep throat Tommy and all he could do was just continue falling apart with the passing seconds.
“That feels so fucking amazing. Yeah, suck my fucking cock,” Tommy managed, looking up at the sight in front of him. Eyelashes splayed immaculately on his face, cheeks hollowed out and those lips continuing to sink over inch by inch of flesh. Adam looked up at those words, his eyes hammering through Tommy. Neither of them broke contact as Adam’s pace picked up once again.
Unable to help himself anymore, Tommy let his head fall back into the pillow as he let Adam wash this new feeling over his body. He thrust up violently into Adam’s mouth, but immediately regretted it after hearing him gag on top of him. Head shooting back up, his eyes shot Adam an apologetic look.
“It’s okay. Keep going. Fuck my mouth,” he could feel Adam hum around his cock. Tommy gripped on Adam’s shoulders as he let out a low guttural moan.
As movements soon became incredibly erratic, Tommy continued to fuck Adam’s mouth. He was so fucking close now. His hands scrambled to grip onto the bedsheets.
“Oh fuck, Adam. I-”
Upon that, Adam abruptly slid off Tommy’s cock, mouth now replaced with the slow pump of his hand.
“Are you fucking crazy, Lambert?!” Tommy cried out. He thrashed his hands in front of him in an attempt to grab Adam by the hair and pull him back down, but he had already let go of his cock and moved out of reach.
“Shhh, you’ve already asked me that. Now yes, I will fuck you like crazy once I get out of these motherfucking clothes,” he exhausted, as his fingers fumbled at the button on his pants hurriedly. He hated waiting.
***
Relieved from the first touch of skin on skin, Adam cupped Tommy’s face as his mouth enveloped over the smaller boy underneath him. In a crazed frenzy, he explored the depths of his mouth, letting his tongue run along against Tommy’s before sucking on his bottom lip. Adam was able to taste the alcohol mixed with desire. He could feel his hard-on pressing against Tommy. He could feel Tommy’s hand cup Adam’s ass as he pushed their cocks even closer together.
“Oh god. So hot,” Tommy managed between breathes.
“Wait, hold on. Let me.”
Adam briefly broke away as he leaned over to frantically rummage around for condoms and lube. Finally finding what he was looking for, he shared one last heated kiss with Tommy. He propped himself up above with one hand by Tommy’s side and the other lining his cock up with Tommy’s hole. Adam stared at before feeling the breathe of Tommy’s words escape in front of him.
“Fuck me.”
With that, Adam had no mercy. He slammed into Tommy hard and fast.
Everything had just been building one on top of the other and finally this was it. Here in this moment, with Adam fucking Tommy mindlessly into the sheets, the heated air all but rough and rasping breaths, nails digging into Adam’s back. All the teasing, all the ridiculous games and all that fucking waiting. Incredible.
Tommy writhed helplessly under Adam as his cock sunk in deeper. Adam bent over and caught his mouth again, but this time, Tommy seemed to take over the kiss. He needed it as a form of purchase as Adam dominated over him.
Adam finally broke away and placed his hand underneath Tommy’s back. He flipped the two of them over so that soon enough, Tommy was straddling on top of him. With both of them now so close, Tommy began to lift himself up, almost completely off Adam’s cock, before slamming his whole body weight back down. With the new position, Adam was able to get deeper, each thrust now hitting Tommy’s prostate.
“Fuck, Tommy. Oh god, keep doing that,” Adam murmured, continuing to push up everytime he slammed down.
No longer having the physical energy to hold himself up anymore, Tommy collapsed onto Adam’s chest. Adam grabbed onto his ass and spread it wide as he thrust in even faster than before.
“Fuck, Adam. I’m-”
Tommy breathed in shakily as he scrambled to sit back up. Adam placed one hand on his hip while the other worked away fisting Tommy’s cock. Tommy spread his hands out over Adam’s chest to support him as that growing feeling built up inside of him. Adam moaned out loudly as their last, few, desperate moments began to dawn upon them.
Tommy screamed out Adam’s name as he came all over his stomach. Adam was not too far behind as he hit Tommy’s prostate one last time before coming deep inside him. Sticky, hot and sweaty, Tommy rolled off Adam as the two of them caught their breathes in synchronisation. Tommy reached over to the side table and grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess all over Adam’s stomach. Chucking them onto the floor, he breathed in deep and turned on his side to face Adam. Adam cupped the side of Tommy’s face, thumb caressing over his cheek. He brought his hand up to meet Adam’s before breaking out into a smile.
“At least we got to spend an extra night in Florida,” Tommy said, the words sounding strange against the silence.
“Why? So that we’d be able to get dressed up, go out to a bar and have amazing sex afterwards?”
Tommy paused.
“Hmmm, no. Because I think I’d die from laughter if I saw Monte or LP’s face after doing that if we were on the tour bus.”
Adam’s eyes grew large before erupting with uncontrollable laughter.
“Jesus Christ, Tommy. Well, what about Lisa?”
“Ha, I’m 99.9% sure that she’d be filming us.”
Author: samanthablah
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3545
Notes: HI. WOW. I don't know why this took forever to get up, but it's here now so yay? Blah idek anymore. Title from the song by Muse.
Summary: Done for my lovely argeneau for the fic/art drive thingymajig. A continuation of this fic. Adam and Tommy head out to a gay bar for the night before taking the ~party back home. Hope it's okay!
Disclaimer: In my other life, I'm fairly sure this kind of thing happens. Until then, I'll continue trying to sneak a video camera in every time I'm there.
Hysteria
It always seemed that after waiting for ridiculous amounts of time, the outcome would always be something completely incredible, or in contrast, something completely disappointing. There never seemed to be any shades of grey for him. Years of waiting for a break in his career. Incredible outcome. Years of having to live off his determination. Incredible outcome. Years of persisting to Monte to meet Madonna. Incredible outcome.
Throwing the local newspaper to the table, Adam Lambert sighed as he walked over to the middle of his hotel room and threw himself down onto the couch. Despite incredible patience, that still didn’t mean he liked waiting. It was now the fourth time he had skimmed through the mostly positive reviews in that newspaper. And when that third review mentioned that he maybe should have ‘toned’ it down for the younger fans in the audience, he simply scoffed as it only gave him more incentive to be even more obscene at the next concert.
Conscience smirking at its soon-to-be-played comeback, he kept his mind focused on the night ahead of him. After flying down from New York, the band and crew had the chance to stay an extra day in Florida before getting onto a tour bus and heading to the next city. Generally for Adam, it was rather simple. Another night in a city on the other side of the country, another night of hitting it up at whatever club was in the vicinity, another night of scoping out the local meat and another night of finally being able to have some time to himself. Even though, that didn’t seem to be the case when he knew that sooner or later he would have a lovely memorabilia of his night, plastered over whatever paparazzi website had scheduled to invade on Adam’s life.
Humming a random song to himself and flattening out his low cut black top, Adam sat and just waited. Waited for that incredible moment when his blonde, skinny, pretty partner in crime would strut through that fucking door.
***
Tommy Ratliff was always the first one to be ready. Gigs, television performances, parties. It always seemed that he never really needed too much effort to look pretty. Which of course, Adam always seemed to playfully give him a hard time about. But now, despite Adam’s boredom, Tommy insisted that he should wait in his hotel room for him. It clearly had suspicion written all over it. Tommy knowing he would take a while, not letting Adam come into his room, so much fucking waiting. But the possibilities that swept across Adam’s mind as he contemplated, seemed to be more entertaining than he probably should have found.
Then suddenly, like music to his fucking ears, the door of his hotel room clicked open, and Adam hitched a breathe as Tommy pranced inside with his get up for that night.
“Could you be any fucking longer?” Adam said, immediately getting to his feet. Tommy raised an eyebrow and scoffed as he moved closer into the light.
“Oh, so the one time that caring about how I actually look takes longer than you, I get into trouble?” he teased. Adam laughed and rolled his eyes as he took a couple of steps towards Tommy. And now, in this moment, Adam was glad that this time around, his ridiculous amounts of waiting led to something so- actually, he couldn’t even find words to describe just how fucking hot Tommy was.
Adam didn’t even know where to fucking start. As if Tommy Ratliff, his Tommy Ratliff, was standing there in front of him looking like that. His brain couldn’t even manage to string together a coherent sentence. Tommy’s eyes we framed with his usual black eyeliner, with silver glittery eyeshadow dusted immaculately over his eyelids. Bright red lipstick and hair swept in its usual style, he wasn’t going to deny that it took a shitload of effort for him to look all primped up like this.
“A-Are you sure about that outfit Tommy Joe?” Adam said, surprised when his voice sounded just a little more high-pitched than usual. He eyed him up and down slowly, drinking it all.
“Oh yeah,” he replied twirling around, knowing that this would only just be the beginning. Tommy had this whole scenario already planned out in his head.
“I haven’t seen you wear any outfit like that since… Cabo, last year.”
“I know,” he smiled. That fucking smile. That smile which instantaneously made Adam curious. Mind racing at numerous speeds of how the night would end rushed through his mind, but he managed to cram it away for later as the two of them left and headed downstairs.
Adam drew his eyes along Tommy’s body. Completely hypnotised from the sway of left to right of that black mini skirt that clung to Tommy’s hips, the way his tight black jeans shaped his legs.
“You know, I’ve never been to Florida before,” Tommy said as they headed towards the nearest vacant taxi. Adam blanked on a response as he watched Tommy walk in front of him. That white corset that Tommy had on was tied on so tightly, and the way it stuck and moved with his skinny frame made Adam’s mind get restless.
“I-I’ve been here a few times. And I know a drag queen who works in a bar downtown. That is, if you’re up for it.”
“Is there any other kind?”
Adam cocked an eyebrow at Tommy as they felt the taxi pull away from the curb. He had never seen this side of Tommy before. This over-confident, almost cocky side of him. Whatever this Tommy, the kind that Adam was now sitting next to in this dingy downtown taxi, was on could only get better from here.
***
Finding himself completely enthralled by Tommy’s mindfucks of bending his sexuality, he wasn’t sure what Tommy intended Adam to feel from his clothes or enthusiasm. Despite confusion, one thing that Adam did know was that he loved how Tommy put in effort for the places that he took him. He really did. Whether it was Tommy wanting to make sure that Adam was happy by doing this, or because his confidence wasn’t actually a façade and he actually was indeed up for it, Adam didn’t really care. With people dressed up in whatever the fuck they wanted, he grinned at Tommy’s crazy and confusing self as he grabbed him by the hand and led him inside.
“What are you smiling at?” Tommy asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Oh nothing,” Adam replied.
They stepped into the club and looked around, people dispersed to the far corners of this whole other reality.
“You just look so fucking amazing right now that’s all.”
“I know I fucking do.”
And there it was again. That newfound side of Tommy that had surfaced. The words went straight to Adam’s head, this bizarre tension of the night making him hard.
Adam’s friend seemed to have finished up earlier that night, but after New York, Tommy was soon getting the hang of how these places worked. And after New York, Tommy learned how the correct amount of flirting, fringe flipping and eye batting could score him and Adam free drinks.
“I can’t believe you just did that,” Adam laughed before downing his drink. Tommy shook his head as he leaned against the counter.
“I’m just that good,” he whispered into Adam’s ear. Adam cocked an eyebrow.
“Oh really?”
“Yes really.”
Adam stood agape at just how fucking ridiculous this all was now.
“Seriously, what the fuck has gotten into you tonight?” he said, putting his glass down on the counter.
“I just want to have fun that’s all,” Tommy said innocently, shrugging his shoulders.
“But really, this,” Adam said looking his outfit up and down, “and that,” he said, pointing to his make-up, “are you even real right now?”
Tommy laughed hysterically.
“I guess this is one of those situations that’s not supposed to have a proper explanation then?” Adam concluded.
“Aw, I just wanted to make sure that you’re happy while we’re out. You need a break from everything, that’s all,” Tommy smiled. Now it was Adam’s turn to laugh hysterically.
“No really, are you even fucking real right now? Oh, Tommy,” Adam leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “But seriously, I’d watch your back if I was you. You’ve been getting ‘the eye’ a lot tonight already.”
“Who’s to say I wouldn’t want to hook up with them though?”
There were actually no fucking words that Adam could say at the risk of sounding too repetitive anymore. He wanted to bottle up and stash this side of Tommy away forever.
“Don’t be stupid.”
“But my confidence is totally a turn-on for you right now isn’t it?”
Adam smirked.
“Of course.”
“Excellent.”
And with that, Tommy downed the last of his drink before scampering away to the dancefloor.
“What the fuck.”
And thus what it seemed to be for the rest of the night. An endless game of cat and mouse between the two of them. Adam would watch and hold his breath at the sight of a boy coming up behind and grinding against Tommy. Tommy would try not to look too offended when he saw Adam with his tongue down some pretty boy’s throat. It was all about power. Both of them wanted the upper hand, so both of them tried to continue to find new ways of acting like an obscene tease. Purposely pushing at each other’s buttons, wanting the other to get worked up. Leading on and letting down. Jealousy caused from the boys that seemed to latch themselves onto the other. Want of something they couldn’t have. Lust from them both knowing how this would end tonight.
Neither of them knew why it always seemed to end like this. Why they found a sick sense of pleasure through the other person’s torture. Whether it was out of some strange kind of competitive love, in the end, pain and longing seemed to make pleasure taste that much more sweeter.
***
Adam didn’t remember when he finally decided he couldn’t contain himself anymore, but before either of them knew it, they were scrambling into the hotel lobby, itching to lock themselves in the confinements of a room.
Waiting for the elevator doors to open, this was definitely one of those moments when excruciating moments of ordeal would instantly end into the ultimate outcome.
Absolutely overjoyed as they opened up, Adam managed to hit the button of their floor before he had Tommy up against a wall. It was a good thing that their floor was second from the top. Hands roaming all over each other’s body, just wanting to be able to touch. Adam pulled on Tommy’s jaw as he forced his lips upon him. Licking along his bottom lip as he invitingly explored the inside’s of Tommy’s mouth. Just like before, and always a game of power, Tommy’s hands found their way up Adam’s back before pulling hard at fistfuls of black hair. He moaned in response, Tommy feeling that buzz against his lips. Then slowly, Adam’s hands moved from Tommy’s jaw before resting on his hips.
“No, not here. Just wait,” Tommy said, pulling Adam off by the hair. Adam seemed to take that as a challenge. Feeling his breath seeming to steady itself out, he turned, finger lingering over the emergency stop button on the control panel.
“Are you fucking crazy, Lambert?”
“Of course I am.”
Tommy scoffed. However before they even had time to even actually contemplate, the doors slid open and Adam scooped Tommy up, carrying him over his shoulder hurriedly back to the room.
***
Adam caught Tommy’s mouth as he threw him onto his bed, bodies scrambling for more heat and friction. It was frantic and a complete and utter rush. The rush of not knowing how long this would last, the need for skin on skin, the want of that perfect pleasure running through the course of their veins. Now that they were finally here together, at their last destination of the night, it no longer was a game of self-centred power, but more about making that other person feel fucking incredible.
“Why the fuck must this corset be so hard to remove?” Adam sighed, frustrated as tangled fingers tangled with tangled strings. Tommy laughed as he batted Adam’s hands away replacing them with his own.
“Hold on… oh Jesus fucking Christ,” Tommy groaned, as his attempts weren’t any better. He didn’t actually realise how tight he must have had it on until now.
“Wait, move your hands,” Adam said. Tommy obliged and soon enough found Adam bending over using his teeth to pull apart at the strings.
“Ha, someone’s eager.”
Finally able to rid Tommy of the corset, Adam threw it into oblivion before licking painfully slow from the bottom of Tommy’s neck and up along his jaw. He stopped right beside his ear.
“You are such a motherfucking tease, Tommy Ratliff,” Adam whispered, voice husky, glazed over with need. Tommy shuddered underneath him.
Leaving trails of kisses back down along his jaw and neck, sucking gently around both of Tommy’s nipples before reaching the top of his pants and skirt. Tommy moaned out loud as Adam squeezed the bulge that could be seen, even through that fucking skirt. He looked at up Tommy from beneath his eyelashes, their stares now both unbelievably intense. It seemed impossible to break away. It was what the entire night had been building up to. Words unnecessary, Adam ravaged to rip Tommy’s jeans off.
“No underwear? Impressive,” Adam smirked. Tommy rolled his eyes.
Adam immediately began to run his tongue up the insides of Tommy’s thighs, sucking on sensitive flesh.
“Adam,” Tommy managed to stutter out as he lifted his head off the pillow to look down at him. “The skirt. Remove the skirt.”
“No, I want to keep it on.”
Tommy smiled as he let his head fall back.
Flipping the top of the skirt over Tommy’s stomach, Adam let his fingers trace before taking his cock in his hands. He carefully pumped it up and down a couple of times before flicking the tip of it with his tongue. He could sense Tommy’s growing impatience, but Adam loved it when he drew it all out like this. Slowly.
“Oh god, Adam,” he moaned as he took a chunk of Adam’s hair and used it to help him shove Adam’s mouth around his cock. He wasn’t in the mood to play games. He hated waiting.
Excited by this immediate reaction, Adam gripped onto Tommy’s thighs as he swirled his tongue around Tommy’s cock. Bobbing up and down, each movement now seemed to be getting faster. As heat and friction increased and Tommy’s breathing became rough and incoherent, he involuntarily began to lift his hips up everytime Adam went down. He just wanted more. Despite that, Adam held his hips still before slowing the pace. Tommy groaned out loud at his actions.
“What are you doing? Not now,” Tommy grunted through disjointed breathes. Adam ignored his plea. He wasn’t stopping, that was for sure. But he just wanted to make sure Tommy was ready. He ripped off the skirt so that Tommy was now completely naked. He didn’t want anything to get in the way.
Tommy saw white as he unexpectedly felt his cock touch the back of Adam’s throat. This was why Adam slowed down. Carefully, Adam began to deep throat Tommy and all he could do was just continue falling apart with the passing seconds.
“That feels so fucking amazing. Yeah, suck my fucking cock,” Tommy managed, looking up at the sight in front of him. Eyelashes splayed immaculately on his face, cheeks hollowed out and those lips continuing to sink over inch by inch of flesh. Adam looked up at those words, his eyes hammering through Tommy. Neither of them broke contact as Adam’s pace picked up once again.
Unable to help himself anymore, Tommy let his head fall back into the pillow as he let Adam wash this new feeling over his body. He thrust up violently into Adam’s mouth, but immediately regretted it after hearing him gag on top of him. Head shooting back up, his eyes shot Adam an apologetic look.
“It’s okay. Keep going. Fuck my mouth,” he could feel Adam hum around his cock. Tommy gripped on Adam’s shoulders as he let out a low guttural moan.
As movements soon became incredibly erratic, Tommy continued to fuck Adam’s mouth. He was so fucking close now. His hands scrambled to grip onto the bedsheets.
“Oh fuck, Adam. I-”
Upon that, Adam abruptly slid off Tommy’s cock, mouth now replaced with the slow pump of his hand.
“Are you fucking crazy, Lambert?!” Tommy cried out. He thrashed his hands in front of him in an attempt to grab Adam by the hair and pull him back down, but he had already let go of his cock and moved out of reach.
“Shhh, you’ve already asked me that. Now yes, I will fuck you like crazy once I get out of these motherfucking clothes,” he exhausted, as his fingers fumbled at the button on his pants hurriedly. He hated waiting.
***
Relieved from the first touch of skin on skin, Adam cupped Tommy’s face as his mouth enveloped over the smaller boy underneath him. In a crazed frenzy, he explored the depths of his mouth, letting his tongue run along against Tommy’s before sucking on his bottom lip. Adam was able to taste the alcohol mixed with desire. He could feel his hard-on pressing against Tommy. He could feel Tommy’s hand cup Adam’s ass as he pushed their cocks even closer together.
“Oh god. So hot,” Tommy managed between breathes.
“Wait, hold on. Let me.”
Adam briefly broke away as he leaned over to frantically rummage around for condoms and lube. Finally finding what he was looking for, he shared one last heated kiss with Tommy. He propped himself up above with one hand by Tommy’s side and the other lining his cock up with Tommy’s hole. Adam stared at before feeling the breathe of Tommy’s words escape in front of him.
“Fuck me.”
With that, Adam had no mercy. He slammed into Tommy hard and fast.
Everything had just been building one on top of the other and finally this was it. Here in this moment, with Adam fucking Tommy mindlessly into the sheets, the heated air all but rough and rasping breaths, nails digging into Adam’s back. All the teasing, all the ridiculous games and all that fucking waiting. Incredible.
Tommy writhed helplessly under Adam as his cock sunk in deeper. Adam bent over and caught his mouth again, but this time, Tommy seemed to take over the kiss. He needed it as a form of purchase as Adam dominated over him.
Adam finally broke away and placed his hand underneath Tommy’s back. He flipped the two of them over so that soon enough, Tommy was straddling on top of him. With both of them now so close, Tommy began to lift himself up, almost completely off Adam’s cock, before slamming his whole body weight back down. With the new position, Adam was able to get deeper, each thrust now hitting Tommy’s prostate.
“Fuck, Tommy. Oh god, keep doing that,” Adam murmured, continuing to push up everytime he slammed down.
No longer having the physical energy to hold himself up anymore, Tommy collapsed onto Adam’s chest. Adam grabbed onto his ass and spread it wide as he thrust in even faster than before.
“Fuck, Adam. I’m-”
Tommy breathed in shakily as he scrambled to sit back up. Adam placed one hand on his hip while the other worked away fisting Tommy’s cock. Tommy spread his hands out over Adam’s chest to support him as that growing feeling built up inside of him. Adam moaned out loudly as their last, few, desperate moments began to dawn upon them.
Tommy screamed out Adam’s name as he came all over his stomach. Adam was not too far behind as he hit Tommy’s prostate one last time before coming deep inside him. Sticky, hot and sweaty, Tommy rolled off Adam as the two of them caught their breathes in synchronisation. Tommy reached over to the side table and grabbed some tissues to clean up the mess all over Adam’s stomach. Chucking them onto the floor, he breathed in deep and turned on his side to face Adam. Adam cupped the side of Tommy’s face, thumb caressing over his cheek. He brought his hand up to meet Adam’s before breaking out into a smile.
“At least we got to spend an extra night in Florida,” Tommy said, the words sounding strange against the silence.
“Why? So that we’d be able to get dressed up, go out to a bar and have amazing sex afterwards?”
Tommy paused.
“Hmmm, no. Because I think I’d die from laughter if I saw Monte or LP’s face after doing that if we were on the tour bus.”
Adam’s eyes grew large before erupting with uncontrollable laughter.
“Jesus Christ, Tommy. Well, what about Lisa?”
“Ha, I’m 99.9% sure that she’d be filming us.”