DRABBLE MEME: BATCH 15 & Surprise!Mod Post
QUICK MOD NOTE FIRST:
Coming up sometime this week/weekend we will be hosting our first Comment Fic Train post. Here's how it'll work: We'll start out with a prompt and (ideally) someone will respond to the prompt with a short comment fic. Once they've filled the prompt they are allowed to leave their own prompt request which someone else will fill (who then will get to leave another prompt and so on and so forth). Prompts can be filled multiple times. You must fill a prompt before you can request your own. Anon commenting will be on, so we'll just kind of have to use the honors system and assume that if an Anon leaves a prompt it means that they have filled someone else's prompt.
If you have any questions about how this works or need clarification, please leave any questions or comments in this post and I'll get back to you!
Also, please spread the word about this so it can be a success!
Now, on to the drabbles!!:
Anoop Desai* - voice, fantasy, bottom!adam by i_amthecosmos
It always started at the mansion. The tour had been too crowded and chaotic, and he hadn't had much of a chance to see Adam since then. Texting was nice, but there's only so much to be done with that.
So in his mind, it was always the mansion. Anoop would imagine it being unsually empty, everyone having gone somewhere but Adam in his room because of a slight headache or because he just didn't feel up to being the center of attention that night. He could be very introverted, and that only attracted Anoop more.
Anoop would come into Adam's room to talk to him, because they always loved to talk. Adam would sit up on his bed, hair messed up from the pillow, and they would talk about things that didn't involve "vintage guitars and how much they missed home", as Adam once said, skewering Kris but a couple of other people in the house could fit that description as well. They would talk about real-world things, then Anoop would shift the conversation to more personal matters, all the while getting closer. When he would be on the bed, leg resting against Adam's, Adam would give him a sexy smile and pull him closer.
(It was always daylight, it had to be, because Anoop loved the idea of sunlight streaming through the windows as they fucked. He loved daytime sex, and that was never going to stop.)
Since it was Anoop's fantasy, he imagined it slow at first but then becoming more heated as Adam pushed him on his back. Adam would put a condom on Anoop and finger himself as Anoop watched. Adam would sound beautiful, his voice wavering as he growled and moaned, before slicking Anoop with lube and sliding on him.
At this point, Anoop could change it around. Sometimes Adam fucked himself on Anoop's cock until he came, splattering on Anoop's stomach, then finishing Anoop with his hand. Other times, Anoop would come first, inside Adam, hands gripping at his thighs. That generally ended with Anoop sucking Adam down, blowing him until Adam pulled his head up and came over Anoop's hand. Fuck....
When Anoop opened his eyes, it was dark inside his rented LA apartment. This was Adam's town, or it had been. But now Adam was making it his world, he was touring and working and getting everything he wanted after so many years. They were friends, they still texted and stuff, but Anoop was now a footnote to that success, and there was nothing he could do about that.
Now he had to concetrate on his own career, and not think any more about sunlit rooms, sleepy boys, and regrets.
Pete Wentz* - parties, alcohol, stars by i_amthecosmos
Pete was drinking that night, so what. It's not like he was a straight-edge hero anymore, if he ever had been. And anyway, alcohol was the only thing that was going to get him through tonight.
It was an industry party. He remembered when these used to be fun, when everything was new and shiny. When he could meet stars and be overwhelmed, that a dumb Chicago kid was even being paid attention to.
Now he was just surrounded by people who craved attention so much, they made it their living. He was one of them, but now he had no band, a wife that spent his money freely, and (at least, at least), a wonderful child he loved so much it made him hurt inside.
Pete was kind of a has-been and he knew it. New decades were brutal to the big stars from the old one.
Pete drank more of his whiskey-gulp-and looked around the room. And from a distance the guy with the biggest crowd around him looked like Gerard Way on growth serum, but Pete knew who it was. The biggest, shiniest star now, Adam. The guy who was partially responsible for putting a stake in emo whining music once and for all. Pete had to hand it to him, it was kind of a relief. He was sick of it too.
Pete didn't mean to approach him, but before he knew it he was standing in front of Adam. He'd never met him before, but that wasn't a problem at Hollywood parties, no need to be introduced. "Hi, I'm Pete," he said, and he could hear the dullness in his voice.
Adam looked his way and smiled, and it was like all that New Age bullshit about energy was true, he could feel happiness and damn near joy radiating from this motherfucker. Then Adam clasped his hand and said "Pete Wentz, god, it's good to meet you. I saw you play in San Francisco a few years back. It was a great show. How are you doing?"
Two minutes ago, Pete would have been lying, but instead he grinned back and said "I'm doing great."
Tommy Ratliff* - quiet, dark, kissing by i_amthecosmos
It's Oh So Quiet
The show, the meet and greet, the bus ride to another city-all were noisy to varying degrees. The degrees went from "teenage girls shrieking" to "Neil sleep-snorting two bunks over", but there was still noise. Tommy was a musician, sound was part of what he did. It was hard to block out sometimes.
Until now, in Adam's hotel room. The door was shut, the windows had blackout curtains and it was dark. Tommy couldn't see, he couldn't move, and he sure as hell couldn't speak with Adam's mouth on his.
There was no sound-the a/c didn't even kick on. It was nothing but quiet darkness, and Adam leaning down to take his mouth, to control the kisses until he couldn't anymore, until Tommy took them over.
But there was no noise, except their mouths. There were no words, ever. Adam never talked to him before, during or after when they met like this. They would trade kisses in the dark for up to an hour and that was generally it. One time Adam laid him down, put his hand down Tommy's pants and gave him the best handjob of his life.
With his other hand over Tommy's mouth.
It always ended the same way. Adam would step back, turn on a light, and Tommy would walk out, go back to his room. Nothing was said, ever. The next day the sweet, friendly Adam would be back, hugging Tommy and teasing him about his Marilyn Manson fetish. He would put an arm around Tommy, squeezing him slightly, and Tommy would fight not to remember how hot they were, in the dark.
In the silence.
Coming up sometime this week/weekend we will be hosting our first Comment Fic Train post. Here's how it'll work: We'll start out with a prompt and (ideally) someone will respond to the prompt with a short comment fic. Once they've filled the prompt they are allowed to leave their own prompt request which someone else will fill (who then will get to leave another prompt and so on and so forth). Prompts can be filled multiple times. You must fill a prompt before you can request your own. Anon commenting will be on, so we'll just kind of have to use the honors system and assume that if an Anon leaves a prompt it means that they have filled someone else's prompt.
If you have any questions about how this works or need clarification, please leave any questions or comments in this post and I'll get back to you!
Also, please spread the word about this so it can be a success!
Now, on to the drabbles!!:
Anoop Desai* - voice, fantasy, bottom!adam by i_amthecosmos
It always started at the mansion. The tour had been too crowded and chaotic, and he hadn't had much of a chance to see Adam since then. Texting was nice, but there's only so much to be done with that.
So in his mind, it was always the mansion. Anoop would imagine it being unsually empty, everyone having gone somewhere but Adam in his room because of a slight headache or because he just didn't feel up to being the center of attention that night. He could be very introverted, and that only attracted Anoop more.
Anoop would come into Adam's room to talk to him, because they always loved to talk. Adam would sit up on his bed, hair messed up from the pillow, and they would talk about things that didn't involve "vintage guitars and how much they missed home", as Adam once said, skewering Kris but a couple of other people in the house could fit that description as well. They would talk about real-world things, then Anoop would shift the conversation to more personal matters, all the while getting closer. When he would be on the bed, leg resting against Adam's, Adam would give him a sexy smile and pull him closer.
(It was always daylight, it had to be, because Anoop loved the idea of sunlight streaming through the windows as they fucked. He loved daytime sex, and that was never going to stop.)
Since it was Anoop's fantasy, he imagined it slow at first but then becoming more heated as Adam pushed him on his back. Adam would put a condom on Anoop and finger himself as Anoop watched. Adam would sound beautiful, his voice wavering as he growled and moaned, before slicking Anoop with lube and sliding on him.
At this point, Anoop could change it around. Sometimes Adam fucked himself on Anoop's cock until he came, splattering on Anoop's stomach, then finishing Anoop with his hand. Other times, Anoop would come first, inside Adam, hands gripping at his thighs. That generally ended with Anoop sucking Adam down, blowing him until Adam pulled his head up and came over Anoop's hand. Fuck....
When Anoop opened his eyes, it was dark inside his rented LA apartment. This was Adam's town, or it had been. But now Adam was making it his world, he was touring and working and getting everything he wanted after so many years. They were friends, they still texted and stuff, but Anoop was now a footnote to that success, and there was nothing he could do about that.
Now he had to concetrate on his own career, and not think any more about sunlit rooms, sleepy boys, and regrets.
Pete Wentz* - parties, alcohol, stars by i_amthecosmos
Pete was drinking that night, so what. It's not like he was a straight-edge hero anymore, if he ever had been. And anyway, alcohol was the only thing that was going to get him through tonight.
It was an industry party. He remembered when these used to be fun, when everything was new and shiny. When he could meet stars and be overwhelmed, that a dumb Chicago kid was even being paid attention to.
Now he was just surrounded by people who craved attention so much, they made it their living. He was one of them, but now he had no band, a wife that spent his money freely, and (at least, at least), a wonderful child he loved so much it made him hurt inside.
Pete was kind of a has-been and he knew it. New decades were brutal to the big stars from the old one.
Pete drank more of his whiskey-gulp-and looked around the room. And from a distance the guy with the biggest crowd around him looked like Gerard Way on growth serum, but Pete knew who it was. The biggest, shiniest star now, Adam. The guy who was partially responsible for putting a stake in emo whining music once and for all. Pete had to hand it to him, it was kind of a relief. He was sick of it too.
Pete didn't mean to approach him, but before he knew it he was standing in front of Adam. He'd never met him before, but that wasn't a problem at Hollywood parties, no need to be introduced. "Hi, I'm Pete," he said, and he could hear the dullness in his voice.
Adam looked his way and smiled, and it was like all that New Age bullshit about energy was true, he could feel happiness and damn near joy radiating from this motherfucker. Then Adam clasped his hand and said "Pete Wentz, god, it's good to meet you. I saw you play in San Francisco a few years back. It was a great show. How are you doing?"
Two minutes ago, Pete would have been lying, but instead he grinned back and said "I'm doing great."
Tommy Ratliff* - quiet, dark, kissing by i_amthecosmos
It's Oh So Quiet
The show, the meet and greet, the bus ride to another city-all were noisy to varying degrees. The degrees went from "teenage girls shrieking" to "Neil sleep-snorting two bunks over", but there was still noise. Tommy was a musician, sound was part of what he did. It was hard to block out sometimes.
Until now, in Adam's hotel room. The door was shut, the windows had blackout curtains and it was dark. Tommy couldn't see, he couldn't move, and he sure as hell couldn't speak with Adam's mouth on his.
There was no sound-the a/c didn't even kick on. It was nothing but quiet darkness, and Adam leaning down to take his mouth, to control the kisses until he couldn't anymore, until Tommy took them over.
But there was no noise, except their mouths. There were no words, ever. Adam never talked to him before, during or after when they met like this. They would trade kisses in the dark for up to an hour and that was generally it. One time Adam laid him down, put his hand down Tommy's pants and gave him the best handjob of his life.
With his other hand over Tommy's mouth.
It always ended the same way. Adam would step back, turn on a light, and Tommy would walk out, go back to his room. Nothing was said, ever. The next day the sweet, friendly Adam would be back, hugging Tommy and teasing him about his Marilyn Manson fetish. He would put an arm around Tommy, squeezing him slightly, and Tommy would fight not to remember how hot they were, in the dark.
In the silence.