RPS Fic: Filthy Gorgeous [Adam/Tommy] 2/2
Continued from Part 1. Read that first!
A while later, face scrubbed clean of makeup and hair washed clean of product, Tommy lay in the tub, back to Adam's chest, arms floating along the water's surface as hot jets of water bubbled around them.
"So…." Tommy said, trailing off, not sure where Adam's line was on personal questions. Some clients liked to talk about themselves; some wanted to keep things strictly about the fucking.
"So?" Adam asked, prompting Tommy to continue.
Deciding to just go for it based on how Adam had treated him so far that evening, Tommy asked, "So, I kind of figured from your reaction when I showed up that the escort thing is new, but does your ex usually take such an active role in getting you laid?" Tommy was half joking, but also truly curious. He couldn't imagine one of his exes doing what Brad had done for Adam, let alone letting an ex do it.
Adam chuckled. "You have no idea. He's got this idea that I like, need sex to function, so he makes it his mission to make sure I'm getting some on a somewhat regular basis."
"Maybe he's still got a thing for you?" Tommy suggested.
Adam's chin was resting on Tommy's head and Tommy felt Adam shake no. "Don't think so. I mean, yeah, there's feelings there; there always will be. We were each other's first loves, but…. It's just not like that anymore. And anyway, I can be an overbearing, controlling boyfriend and Brad's way too much of a free spirit to be able to handle that. He tried for a long time, but it ended up exploding in both our faces. It's kind of a miracle we found a way to be friends."
Adam fell silent for a moment and Tommy kept his mouth shut, sensing Adam wasn't done. He was right. "He's my best friend now, and one of the few people in my life who has the balls to call me on my shit and doesn't back down when I lose my temper. I'd never risk all that just to give it another try."
Tommy nodded. "Yeah. I've got a friend like that. Chantella. We dated for a bit, but figured out we were better off friends. She doesn't put up with my bullshit either."
"You're into girls? Or were you still figuring things out when you dated her?"
Tommy shrugged. He hadn't meant to let that slip. Some tricks didn't like the idea that he did women too, both for money and on his own time.
"Truthfully? I prefer women most of the time." Realizing how that might be interpreted, Tommy added, "You definitely make the short list of guys I'm attracted to, though."
Adam chuckled. "Good save."
Tommy grinned. "I thought so." Deciding a change of subject was in order, Tommy glanced around and asked, "What's with the fancy hotel suite, anyway? I thought you were based here in L.A."
"When I bought a house after my last tour, I had it inspected but the guy was incompetent or something because he somehow missed the fact that the wiring wasn't up to code. I smelled smoke the other day and called someone in, only to find out the entire place needs to be rewired so it doesn't burn down. I've got a little less than a month to go until tour, so I figured I'd just settle in here and avoid the mess and stress of that while I'm trying to deal with all the last minute tour crap."
"That sucks," Tommy said.
"Yeah, but here I get room service and I'm closer to rehearsals and most of my friends, who I won't get to see for a while once I'm on the road, so it worked out okay."
They fell silent for a few minutes, just soaking up the steaming water and enjoying the massaging jets, and then Adam sighed and slid down a little behind Tommy, leaning his chin on Tommy's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around Tommy's waist under the water.
"How long do I have you for?"
Tommy ignored the weird twist in his stomach and said, "You paid for the whole night. You've got me 'til the sun comes up."
"Good," Adam said, pressing a kiss to the side of Tommy's neck. "Because I'm so not done with you. Brad was right. I really needed to get laid. I'm a lot less stressed already."
Tommy grinned, turning his head to catch Adam's mouth in a kiss. Against his lips, Tommy said, "Happy to be of service."
~*~
Adam got out of the bath first, dried off, then wrapped himself in a robe and headed out to the living room part of the suite to order them both food. When he'd asked Tommy what he wanted to eat and Tommy told him a burrito and some tacos, Adam had just shaken his head and muttered how unfair it was that some people could eat whatever they wanted and still be skinny little fucks.
Tommy soaked in the tub for a couple of more minutes, then regretfully shut off the jets, flipped up the water stopper, and climbed out, drying off with a ridiculously fluffy towel. He started to wrap it around himself, then remembered the bet and hung it on the towel warmer instead. He pulled a brush through his fringe quickly, getting rid of the tangles, and then headed out to find Adam, a smirk on his face.
Adam did a double take from his spot on a chair when Tommy came out butt naked, and then smiled his approval. "You've got part of it right, but I'm not seeing the hard-on I told you to have."
Tommy's eyebrows quirked up. "Since I'm not allowed to touch my dick, that's gonna take a minute. Besides, you said I had to be hard and on display while you were eating. You only said I had to be naked to serve you."
Adam shook his head. "Oh, you're one of those subs."
Tommy sat on the couch and wiggled around a little until he got comfortable. There'd been a time when he'd been shy about his body-pretty damn insecure about it, actually-but something about getting fucked on a nightly basis by a variety of men and women who usually ended up gushing at some point about how gorgeous he was and how much his body turned them on had gotten Tommy mostly over that.
Tilting his head a little, Tommy asked, "One of those subs?"
"You stick to the letter of the law, so-to-speak."
Tommy shrugged. "I don't like to infer. Some Doms don't like that." Tommy paused, and then asked, "Do you want me to?"
Adam shook his head. "You're fine. I'm just trying to figure you out."
Tommy let out a short bark of laughter. "There's not much to figure out. I'm pretty straight forward."
Adam studied him curiously for a moment before saying thoughtfully, "That's the first time you've lied to me, isn't it?"
Tommy's cheeks heated and he looked away. He didn't like the fact that Adam seemed to be able to see through him so easily. Thankfully, he was saved from answering by a knock at the door.
Figuring it was room service, Tommy's gaze darted back to Adam and he asked, "Should I go in the bedroom until they're gone?"
Adam gave Tommy the once over. "Do you have a problem with room service seeing you naked?"
"Will it turn you on?" Tommy countered.
"Fuck yes," Adam answered.
Tommy grinned. "Then I don't have a problem with it."
Adam's returning grin was wicked. "Good. Check the peephole to make sure it's room service and answer it if it is."
Tommy got up from the chair and took his time walking to the door, feeling Adam's eyes on his ass the entire way. He made a show of getting up on his toes to check the peephole, knowing the action would flex his butt muscles.
"Jesus fuck," Adam said, voice just this side of rough.
After confirming it was room service, Tommy opened the door.
The guy holding the cart did a double take, looking flustered as he took in the sight of Tommy's naked body, his eyes lingering on one of the bite marks on Tommy's shoulders. "Um, you ordered a late dinner?"
Tommy grinned, giving the guy credit for trying to act like someone answering the door naked was the most normal thing in the world.
"I didn't," Tommy answered, then nodded his head toward Adam and added, "He did, though."
"Oh, okay," the guy said, wheeling the cart in when Tommy stepped to the side.
Tommy closed the door and waited by it while the hotel employee stopped the cart in front of Adam, showing him each of the dishes. After he was through and Adam tipped him, the guy started for the door, eyes skimming Tommy quickly before darting away, embarrassed.
When the man got close enough, Tommy grinned wickedly and leaned toward him a little, saying in a stage whisper, "He likes me naked."
"Oh," the man said, gaze darting back and forth between Tommy and Adam as he stumbled toward the door. "Okay. I'll um…. Just. Set the tray outside your room when you're done, sir, and someone will be by to pick it up."
He fumbled with the doorknob before yanking it open and racing out of the suite like there was a fire under his ass.
Tommy chuckled as he flipped the deadbolt.
"You are so bad," Adam said, laughing in delight.
Tommy shrugged and crossed to Adam. "Can't help it. I love shocking people."
Adam started to get up, but Tommy pushed him back down on the couch and climbed on top of him, straddling his lap.
"Not that I'm complaining," Adam said, hands sliding past Tommy's hips to cup his ass, "but aren't you supposed to be serving me dinner naked?"
"In a minute," Tommy said, leaning in for a kiss.
Adam reached up, immediately taking control with a hand at the back of Tommy's head, fisted in the strip of hair that wasn't shaved off.
Tommy groaned and pressed his groin to Adam's through Adam's robe. Adam's other hand squeezed Tommy's ass as Tommy flexed and ground against him, the friction and Adam's kiss getting him halfway to hard.
Adam tugged on Tommy's hair, breaking the kiss, but when Tommy started to protest, Adam pushed Tommy's mouth against his neck and Tommy took the hint, biting and licking his way along the column of Adam's throat, shivering when Adam groaned, the sound vibrating against Tommy's tingling lips.
The hand not in Tommy's hair left his ass to travel around to the front, taking Tommy in hand. Tommy bucked into Adam's fist and moaned, leaning up to lick into Adam's ear. "Fuck yeah. Fucking love your hand."
Adam's hand stilled on Tommy's cock suddenly and he chuckled. "You little shit."
Tommy grinned against Adam's skin, straightening when Adam let go of his hair. "Busted, huh?"
"So busted. Sneaky little fucker."
Tommy laughed, leaning in to nip at Adam's bottom lip before he climbed off his lap and headed for the tray of steaming food, erection bobbing between his legs. "Sneaky, yes. Rule breaker, no. You never said I couldn't use your hand to get hard."
A sudden arm around his waist alerted Tommy that Adam had padded silently over to him. He pressed his front to Tommy's back and ground his hips against Tommy's ass and Tommy groaned, leaning his head back against Adam's shoulder.
Against the side of Tommy's neck, Adam said, "Yeah, but now that I'm on to you, how are you going to keep yourself hard?"
Tommy sucked in a sharp breath and pressed back against Adam's erection. "Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem."
True to Tommy's word, it wasn't difficult at all to stay hard. Sprawled out on the couch, feet up on the coffee table and legs spread wide, he watched Adam watch him from the table as he ate. Adam's gaze felt like a caress on Tommy's skin, following wherever Tommy's fingers led. Tommy ran his hands down his chest, pausing to drag his thumbs over his nipple piercings a couple of times, then down over his thighs before reaching between his legs for his balls. He rolled them around in his hand a few times, then lifted his hand to his mouth to suck on two fingers. Once he had them sufficiently slicked, he put his hand back between his legs and worked his fingers inside himself, grinning as Adam's gaze went dark with lust.
Shoving his chair away from the table, Adam spread his own legs and said, "Come here." Tommy started to get up from the couch, but Adam shook his head. "Crawl."
Tommy's dick jumped and he slid to the plush carpet. On his hands and knees, Tommy crawled over, eyes locked with Adam's, until he was right in front of him. Rising to his knees, Tommy ran his hands up under the robe and along Adam's thighs until he reached his groin.
One hand fisting Adam's dick, the other rolling his balls, Tommy asked, "Want me to take care of this for you?"
"What do you think?" Adam countered.
Tommy pulled his hands out from under Adam's robe to work the belt open. Pushing it aside, along with the freed edges of his robe, Tommy stared down at Adam's huge fucking erection jutting up from a thatch of ginger curls.
Licking his lips, Tommy leaned in, murmuring, "I think it's about time I got my mouth wrapped around your dick."
Adam groaned, one hand flying to Tommy's head, cupping the back of it, not demanding, not yet anyway, just holding on, something to ground him. Tommy got that, even though he didn't actually get blown that often. There weren't that many clients with a dick sucking kink.
"Fuck," Adam said, drawing out the word as Tommy sank down around him, mouth stretching wide to take as much of Adam in as he could on the first go.
Tommy pulled back a little, then sank down again, working Adam's dick a few times, just getting it wet, testing the size and feel of it in his mouth. When Adam started to rock his hips up into Tommy's mouth, Tommy took a deep breath. Relaxing his throat, Tommy sank down again, further and further, until his nose was touching Adam's groin.
"Oh. My. God," Adam said, wonder in his voice.
Tommy would have smiled if he could, but he settled for swallowing repeatedly around Adam's cock, milking it a little before he pulled back to catch his breath. He sank down all the way again and again, until Adam was clutching at his hair and thrusting up into his mouth. Hot, filthy things poured from between Adam's lips as he fucked Tommy's face, turning Tommy the fuck on.
Eyes closed, Tommy moaned around Adam's dick, catching his breath whenever he could, his own dick throbbing as Adam used him for his own pleasure. He didn't usually get all that turned on giving blowjobs, but right then, he was turned on as fuck. He had to fight the urge to rut against Adam's leg, pretty sure he wasn't allowed to come without permission, something he couldn't ask with a mouth full of cock.
When Tommy sensed Adam was getting close by the way he started to gasp and his hips started stuttering out of rhythm, Tommy reached up and massaged his balls, licking at the underside of Adam's cock on every upstroke and dipping his tongue into his slit whenever he could manage it before Adam plunged into his mouth again. Finally, just about the time Tommy's jaw started to ache with the stretch of it, Adam thrust up one last time, pushing Tommy's head down into his lap until Tommy could feel Adam hit the back of his throat.
Tommy fought his gag reflex and held on as long as he could, swallowing everything he could, but when he started seeing spots he tapped the side of Adam's leg, thankful Adam got the hint and let go of his head, letting him up. Tommy pulled off and leaned his cheek against Adam's thigh as he coughed and gasped for air.
"Fuck," Adam said, voice sounding wrecked. "Sorry. I think I blacked out there for a minute."
Tommy chuckled and said in a scratchy voice, throat raw from being fucked, "S'all right."
"Jesus," Adam exclaimed a moment later, slumping in his chair a little and jostling Tommy's head.
He ran a hand down the side of Tommy's face, over his neck, and up through his hair. Tommy sighed and leaned into the touch, earning himself a soft chuckle from Adam.
"Just like a kitty," Adam teased.
Tommy turned his face toward Adam's thigh and bit, just hard enough to sting. Adam yelped and jerked his leg away.
Tommy sat back on his heels and grinned up at him through his fringe. "I'd like to see a cat fucking deep throat you."
Adam stared at him intently as he tugged at Tommy's hair, pulling him to his feet.
"Point taken," Adam said. "Put my dinner back on the tray."
Tommy frowned as he did so, wondering at the order since more than half Adam's dinner was left.
Turning back around to Adam once he was finished, Tommy started to ask, "Why-" only to get cut off when Adam stood and spanned Tommy's waist with his hands, picking Tommy up and setting him down on the freshly cleaned surface. "What-" Tommy started again only to get cut off once more when Adam's mouth descended on his.
Adam's tongue licked at Tommy's lips and Tommy tilted his head, opening to him and sinking into the kiss. He was so lost in the kiss that he barely noticed when Adam's hands spread his thighs and he stepped between them, or how one of Adam's arms wrapped around his waist afterwards, hand splayed out on his back as Adam leaned into him, pressing Tommy back until he was laying on the table, legs dangling over the side. Barely noticed, that is, until Adam's mouth left his and started kissing a path down the side of his neck and over his chest, stopping to lick and suck at each pierced nipple in turn before traveling further south.
Tommy's breath caught in his throat when it finally clicked where Adam was headed. He started to sit up, saying, "You don't-"
Adam cut him off with a hand pressed to his chest, pushing him back down. Adam lifted his head and looked at Tommy. "I want to, so unless you plan on safewording, lie back and let me."
Tommy's eyes widened a little before he closed them and grabbed onto the edges of the table on either side of him, pointedly clamping his mouth shut. When he felt lips press against his stomach, his muscles jerked in response, his whole body suddenly over sensitized. Adam's tongue dipped into his navel and Tommy moaned, back arching off the table. Adam did it again and Tommy squirmed, unable to stay still.
"Shh," Adam soothed, mouth pressed against his hip now. "Just lie there and take it, baby."
Tommy's hands tightened on the sides of the table and he started to pant. Fuck. Adam hadn't even gotten to the main event yet and he was already nearly ready to blow.
Adam continued to lick and nip at his hips, his stomach, his thighs, the shaved base near his dick, sucking up marks and basically putting his mouth everywhere but on Tommy's cock until Tommy was so tightly strung and breathing so hard he was sure he was going to pass out or pull something.
"Please," he finally whimpered, unable to take it anymore.
"That's all I was waiting for," Adam murmured an instant before he swallowed Tommy whole.
Tommy cried out and his legs flew up to wrap around Adam's torso. He canted his hips up off the table, but Adam pressed them back down immediately, holding them there as he bobbed up and down on Tommy's dick, sucking and licking in earnest, not giving Tommy time to ease into the sensation at all. Opening his eyes, Tommy looked down his body at the unbelievable sight of Adam Fucking Lambert's lips wrapped around his dick. Holy fuck.
"Shit," Tommy said on a whimper, head dropping back again. "T-Too much," he panted, trying to squirm away, trying to get a second to catch his breath at least, even as his legs tightened around Adam and his hips tried to thrust up despite Adam's hands holding them down.
"C-Can't-" He broke off as his balls drew up tight to his body. Frantically, he tried to shove Adam off before he came in his mouth, but Adam refused to budge, just grabbed Tommy's wrists and pinned his hands down at his sides. Hips now free, Tommy bucked up into Adam's mouth one last time and cried out as he came so hard everything started to fuzz out around the edges of his vision.
Adam sucked and sucked until Tommy whimpered and tried to twist away, dick too sensitive to take any more. Finally, Adam pulled off with a soft pop and straightened.
Dazed and boneless, Tommy stared up at him, legs falling to once again dangle off the end of the table.
After a moment, he licked his lips and found his voice. "Holy shit. That was…. You…. Holy shit."
Adam chuckled and ran his hands up the fronts of Tommy's thighs to his hips. He curled his fingers around them and squeezed lightly. "That good?"
Tommy nodded. "Fuck yeah."
Adam leaned over him and kissed him, tongue darting into Tommy's mouth. Tommy licked him back, moaning when he tasted himself on Adam's tongue, still unable to believe he'd sucked him off, let alone so enthusiastically. Not for the first time that night, he hoped Adam became one of his regulars.
Eventually, Adam pulled back again and lightly smacked Tommy's thigh. "Hop up. We should eat before everything gets cold and gross."
Tommy chuckled, trying to pull himself together. "I get to eat with you this time?"
Adam nodded, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "But you have to stay naked while you do it."
Tommy hopped off the table and made his way to the other side on shaky legs. Sitting down, he grinned good-naturedly. "Yes, sir."
~*~
Later that night, Tommy lay in bed with Adam spooned behind him, Adam's warm breath, soft and even, tickling over the back of Tommy's neck. Staring at the clock on the bedside table, Tommy watched the minutes tick by, trying not to think too much. He always got himself in trouble when he thought too much, and right now, his brain was in overdrive.
Tonight had been a good night. A very good night. It easily ranked in the top five of all the nights he'd spent on the job. Make that top two, right behind the one trick-Blake-who'd flown them both to Vegas for three days of partying, sex and gambling before his wedding day. That had been the one and only time he'd seen Blake. Blake had told Tommy he had no intention of cheating on his wife once they were married, so he figured one last fling with a guy was in order. Tommy had needed two days off after the fact to recover.
Tommy bit his bottom lip as Adam's arm tightened around his middle. Just like Blake, Adam hadn't treated him like a piece of meat, like a whore, even though that's exactly what Tommy was, and it was fucking with his head a little.
Tommy rolled his eyes at himself. It wasn't like he was angsting over who and what he was, or that he begrudged the men that did treat him like a hole to get off in. It was what it was and Tommy had made peace with that early on. He chose to look at it pragmatically. He was providing a service and getting paid for it. As long as the customer went away happy and Tommy didn't suffer bodily injury and got paid, it was all good.
So it was really pissing Tommy off that he was lying there watching the clock count down the minutes until the night was over and it was time for him to go home, instead of closing his eyes and getting some sleep while he could, in case Adam wanted to go another round before he left in a few hours.
Ten more minutes crawled by and Tommy decided the whole thing was ridiculous. After the blowjobs at dinner, Adam had fucked him twice more, once on the couch with Tommy in his lap, and once up against the tiled shower wall during what was supposed to have been a quick rinse to wash off the mess after they'd recovered. There was no way Adam was going to get it up again anytime soon. Adam had even said as much through a yawn as he tugged Tommy down into the bed with him.
With a soft sigh, Tommy figured he might as well just go now. He'd leave Lorne's number on the notepad next to the lamp in case Adam wanted to schedule another appointment, and then he'd get out of there. It was better this way, he told himself.
It had been Adam's first time paying for it, and chances were he'd wake up with at least some remorse or embarrassment or something over that fact. Most clients did their first time. Tommy expected it and usually had no problem talking them through it, bringing them around and making them see it was alright. Leaving the customer happy was just good business.
With Adam, though, Tommy wasn't so sure he wanted to see that regret in Adam's eyes when he opened them in a few hours and looked at Tommy. Refusing to analyze why that might be, Tommy decided to just go, and tried to extract himself from Adam's arms to get out of the bed.
"Where are you going," Adam asked out of nowhere, voice slurred with sleep, arm tightening around Tommy instead of letting him go.
"I…." Tommy started, stopped, and then started again, "I figured you were done with me for the night. Thought I'd get out of your hair."
"Uh-uh," Adam said, pulling Tommy in against him more fully. "You said I had until dawn. Stay. Sleep."
"But-"
"No buts. I sleep better when I'm holding someone. You're still on the job, honey."
Tommy rolled his eyes, but let himself be spooned again, a warm flush spreading through him. He wasn't buying Adam's story, but he wasn't going to call him on it, either. Setting aside all the over-thinking he'd just been doing, Tommy acknowledged that Adam was right. Tommy was paid for until dawn. If Adam wanted to keep him around until then to use as a body pillow, who was Tommy to argue?
"Fine, get your beauty sleep, then," Tommy teased, keeping his voice light. "Not that you need it. You're fucking gorgeous enough already."
"Oh, so now it's okay to flatter me," Adam teased back, referring to earlier in the evening.
Tommy just snorted and closed his eyes, relaxing into the bed and against Adam as his brain finally shut off, the warm circle of Adam's arms and Adam's insistence he stay settling him.
Within seconds, Adam was out cold. Seconds after that, so was Tommy.
~Fin
The sequel can be found here: It's Not That Deep.
A while later, face scrubbed clean of makeup and hair washed clean of product, Tommy lay in the tub, back to Adam's chest, arms floating along the water's surface as hot jets of water bubbled around them.
"So…." Tommy said, trailing off, not sure where Adam's line was on personal questions. Some clients liked to talk about themselves; some wanted to keep things strictly about the fucking.
"So?" Adam asked, prompting Tommy to continue.
Deciding to just go for it based on how Adam had treated him so far that evening, Tommy asked, "So, I kind of figured from your reaction when I showed up that the escort thing is new, but does your ex usually take such an active role in getting you laid?" Tommy was half joking, but also truly curious. He couldn't imagine one of his exes doing what Brad had done for Adam, let alone letting an ex do it.
Adam chuckled. "You have no idea. He's got this idea that I like, need sex to function, so he makes it his mission to make sure I'm getting some on a somewhat regular basis."
"Maybe he's still got a thing for you?" Tommy suggested.
Adam's chin was resting on Tommy's head and Tommy felt Adam shake no. "Don't think so. I mean, yeah, there's feelings there; there always will be. We were each other's first loves, but…. It's just not like that anymore. And anyway, I can be an overbearing, controlling boyfriend and Brad's way too much of a free spirit to be able to handle that. He tried for a long time, but it ended up exploding in both our faces. It's kind of a miracle we found a way to be friends."
Adam fell silent for a moment and Tommy kept his mouth shut, sensing Adam wasn't done. He was right. "He's my best friend now, and one of the few people in my life who has the balls to call me on my shit and doesn't back down when I lose my temper. I'd never risk all that just to give it another try."
Tommy nodded. "Yeah. I've got a friend like that. Chantella. We dated for a bit, but figured out we were better off friends. She doesn't put up with my bullshit either."
"You're into girls? Or were you still figuring things out when you dated her?"
Tommy shrugged. He hadn't meant to let that slip. Some tricks didn't like the idea that he did women too, both for money and on his own time.
"Truthfully? I prefer women most of the time." Realizing how that might be interpreted, Tommy added, "You definitely make the short list of guys I'm attracted to, though."
Adam chuckled. "Good save."
Tommy grinned. "I thought so." Deciding a change of subject was in order, Tommy glanced around and asked, "What's with the fancy hotel suite, anyway? I thought you were based here in L.A."
"When I bought a house after my last tour, I had it inspected but the guy was incompetent or something because he somehow missed the fact that the wiring wasn't up to code. I smelled smoke the other day and called someone in, only to find out the entire place needs to be rewired so it doesn't burn down. I've got a little less than a month to go until tour, so I figured I'd just settle in here and avoid the mess and stress of that while I'm trying to deal with all the last minute tour crap."
"That sucks," Tommy said.
"Yeah, but here I get room service and I'm closer to rehearsals and most of my friends, who I won't get to see for a while once I'm on the road, so it worked out okay."
They fell silent for a few minutes, just soaking up the steaming water and enjoying the massaging jets, and then Adam sighed and slid down a little behind Tommy, leaning his chin on Tommy's shoulder as he wrapped his arms around Tommy's waist under the water.
"How long do I have you for?"
Tommy ignored the weird twist in his stomach and said, "You paid for the whole night. You've got me 'til the sun comes up."
"Good," Adam said, pressing a kiss to the side of Tommy's neck. "Because I'm so not done with you. Brad was right. I really needed to get laid. I'm a lot less stressed already."
Tommy grinned, turning his head to catch Adam's mouth in a kiss. Against his lips, Tommy said, "Happy to be of service."
~*~
Adam got out of the bath first, dried off, then wrapped himself in a robe and headed out to the living room part of the suite to order them both food. When he'd asked Tommy what he wanted to eat and Tommy told him a burrito and some tacos, Adam had just shaken his head and muttered how unfair it was that some people could eat whatever they wanted and still be skinny little fucks.
Tommy soaked in the tub for a couple of more minutes, then regretfully shut off the jets, flipped up the water stopper, and climbed out, drying off with a ridiculously fluffy towel. He started to wrap it around himself, then remembered the bet and hung it on the towel warmer instead. He pulled a brush through his fringe quickly, getting rid of the tangles, and then headed out to find Adam, a smirk on his face.
Adam did a double take from his spot on a chair when Tommy came out butt naked, and then smiled his approval. "You've got part of it right, but I'm not seeing the hard-on I told you to have."
Tommy's eyebrows quirked up. "Since I'm not allowed to touch my dick, that's gonna take a minute. Besides, you said I had to be hard and on display while you were eating. You only said I had to be naked to serve you."
Adam shook his head. "Oh, you're one of those subs."
Tommy sat on the couch and wiggled around a little until he got comfortable. There'd been a time when he'd been shy about his body-pretty damn insecure about it, actually-but something about getting fucked on a nightly basis by a variety of men and women who usually ended up gushing at some point about how gorgeous he was and how much his body turned them on had gotten Tommy mostly over that.
Tilting his head a little, Tommy asked, "One of those subs?"
"You stick to the letter of the law, so-to-speak."
Tommy shrugged. "I don't like to infer. Some Doms don't like that." Tommy paused, and then asked, "Do you want me to?"
Adam shook his head. "You're fine. I'm just trying to figure you out."
Tommy let out a short bark of laughter. "There's not much to figure out. I'm pretty straight forward."
Adam studied him curiously for a moment before saying thoughtfully, "That's the first time you've lied to me, isn't it?"
Tommy's cheeks heated and he looked away. He didn't like the fact that Adam seemed to be able to see through him so easily. Thankfully, he was saved from answering by a knock at the door.
Figuring it was room service, Tommy's gaze darted back to Adam and he asked, "Should I go in the bedroom until they're gone?"
Adam gave Tommy the once over. "Do you have a problem with room service seeing you naked?"
"Will it turn you on?" Tommy countered.
"Fuck yes," Adam answered.
Tommy grinned. "Then I don't have a problem with it."
Adam's returning grin was wicked. "Good. Check the peephole to make sure it's room service and answer it if it is."
Tommy got up from the chair and took his time walking to the door, feeling Adam's eyes on his ass the entire way. He made a show of getting up on his toes to check the peephole, knowing the action would flex his butt muscles.
"Jesus fuck," Adam said, voice just this side of rough.
After confirming it was room service, Tommy opened the door.
The guy holding the cart did a double take, looking flustered as he took in the sight of Tommy's naked body, his eyes lingering on one of the bite marks on Tommy's shoulders. "Um, you ordered a late dinner?"
Tommy grinned, giving the guy credit for trying to act like someone answering the door naked was the most normal thing in the world.
"I didn't," Tommy answered, then nodded his head toward Adam and added, "He did, though."
"Oh, okay," the guy said, wheeling the cart in when Tommy stepped to the side.
Tommy closed the door and waited by it while the hotel employee stopped the cart in front of Adam, showing him each of the dishes. After he was through and Adam tipped him, the guy started for the door, eyes skimming Tommy quickly before darting away, embarrassed.
When the man got close enough, Tommy grinned wickedly and leaned toward him a little, saying in a stage whisper, "He likes me naked."
"Oh," the man said, gaze darting back and forth between Tommy and Adam as he stumbled toward the door. "Okay. I'll um…. Just. Set the tray outside your room when you're done, sir, and someone will be by to pick it up."
He fumbled with the doorknob before yanking it open and racing out of the suite like there was a fire under his ass.
Tommy chuckled as he flipped the deadbolt.
"You are so bad," Adam said, laughing in delight.
Tommy shrugged and crossed to Adam. "Can't help it. I love shocking people."
Adam started to get up, but Tommy pushed him back down on the couch and climbed on top of him, straddling his lap.
"Not that I'm complaining," Adam said, hands sliding past Tommy's hips to cup his ass, "but aren't you supposed to be serving me dinner naked?"
"In a minute," Tommy said, leaning in for a kiss.
Adam reached up, immediately taking control with a hand at the back of Tommy's head, fisted in the strip of hair that wasn't shaved off.
Tommy groaned and pressed his groin to Adam's through Adam's robe. Adam's other hand squeezed Tommy's ass as Tommy flexed and ground against him, the friction and Adam's kiss getting him halfway to hard.
Adam tugged on Tommy's hair, breaking the kiss, but when Tommy started to protest, Adam pushed Tommy's mouth against his neck and Tommy took the hint, biting and licking his way along the column of Adam's throat, shivering when Adam groaned, the sound vibrating against Tommy's tingling lips.
The hand not in Tommy's hair left his ass to travel around to the front, taking Tommy in hand. Tommy bucked into Adam's fist and moaned, leaning up to lick into Adam's ear. "Fuck yeah. Fucking love your hand."
Adam's hand stilled on Tommy's cock suddenly and he chuckled. "You little shit."
Tommy grinned against Adam's skin, straightening when Adam let go of his hair. "Busted, huh?"
"So busted. Sneaky little fucker."
Tommy laughed, leaning in to nip at Adam's bottom lip before he climbed off his lap and headed for the tray of steaming food, erection bobbing between his legs. "Sneaky, yes. Rule breaker, no. You never said I couldn't use your hand to get hard."
A sudden arm around his waist alerted Tommy that Adam had padded silently over to him. He pressed his front to Tommy's back and ground his hips against Tommy's ass and Tommy groaned, leaning his head back against Adam's shoulder.
Against the side of Tommy's neck, Adam said, "Yeah, but now that I'm on to you, how are you going to keep yourself hard?"
Tommy sucked in a sharp breath and pressed back against Adam's erection. "Oh, I don't think that'll be a problem."
True to Tommy's word, it wasn't difficult at all to stay hard. Sprawled out on the couch, feet up on the coffee table and legs spread wide, he watched Adam watch him from the table as he ate. Adam's gaze felt like a caress on Tommy's skin, following wherever Tommy's fingers led. Tommy ran his hands down his chest, pausing to drag his thumbs over his nipple piercings a couple of times, then down over his thighs before reaching between his legs for his balls. He rolled them around in his hand a few times, then lifted his hand to his mouth to suck on two fingers. Once he had them sufficiently slicked, he put his hand back between his legs and worked his fingers inside himself, grinning as Adam's gaze went dark with lust.
Shoving his chair away from the table, Adam spread his own legs and said, "Come here." Tommy started to get up from the couch, but Adam shook his head. "Crawl."
Tommy's dick jumped and he slid to the plush carpet. On his hands and knees, Tommy crawled over, eyes locked with Adam's, until he was right in front of him. Rising to his knees, Tommy ran his hands up under the robe and along Adam's thighs until he reached his groin.
One hand fisting Adam's dick, the other rolling his balls, Tommy asked, "Want me to take care of this for you?"
"What do you think?" Adam countered.
Tommy pulled his hands out from under Adam's robe to work the belt open. Pushing it aside, along with the freed edges of his robe, Tommy stared down at Adam's huge fucking erection jutting up from a thatch of ginger curls.
Licking his lips, Tommy leaned in, murmuring, "I think it's about time I got my mouth wrapped around your dick."
Adam groaned, one hand flying to Tommy's head, cupping the back of it, not demanding, not yet anyway, just holding on, something to ground him. Tommy got that, even though he didn't actually get blown that often. There weren't that many clients with a dick sucking kink.
"Fuck," Adam said, drawing out the word as Tommy sank down around him, mouth stretching wide to take as much of Adam in as he could on the first go.
Tommy pulled back a little, then sank down again, working Adam's dick a few times, just getting it wet, testing the size and feel of it in his mouth. When Adam started to rock his hips up into Tommy's mouth, Tommy took a deep breath. Relaxing his throat, Tommy sank down again, further and further, until his nose was touching Adam's groin.
"Oh. My. God," Adam said, wonder in his voice.
Tommy would have smiled if he could, but he settled for swallowing repeatedly around Adam's cock, milking it a little before he pulled back to catch his breath. He sank down all the way again and again, until Adam was clutching at his hair and thrusting up into his mouth. Hot, filthy things poured from between Adam's lips as he fucked Tommy's face, turning Tommy the fuck on.
Eyes closed, Tommy moaned around Adam's dick, catching his breath whenever he could, his own dick throbbing as Adam used him for his own pleasure. He didn't usually get all that turned on giving blowjobs, but right then, he was turned on as fuck. He had to fight the urge to rut against Adam's leg, pretty sure he wasn't allowed to come without permission, something he couldn't ask with a mouth full of cock.
When Tommy sensed Adam was getting close by the way he started to gasp and his hips started stuttering out of rhythm, Tommy reached up and massaged his balls, licking at the underside of Adam's cock on every upstroke and dipping his tongue into his slit whenever he could manage it before Adam plunged into his mouth again. Finally, just about the time Tommy's jaw started to ache with the stretch of it, Adam thrust up one last time, pushing Tommy's head down into his lap until Tommy could feel Adam hit the back of his throat.
Tommy fought his gag reflex and held on as long as he could, swallowing everything he could, but when he started seeing spots he tapped the side of Adam's leg, thankful Adam got the hint and let go of his head, letting him up. Tommy pulled off and leaned his cheek against Adam's thigh as he coughed and gasped for air.
"Fuck," Adam said, voice sounding wrecked. "Sorry. I think I blacked out there for a minute."
Tommy chuckled and said in a scratchy voice, throat raw from being fucked, "S'all right."
"Jesus," Adam exclaimed a moment later, slumping in his chair a little and jostling Tommy's head.
He ran a hand down the side of Tommy's face, over his neck, and up through his hair. Tommy sighed and leaned into the touch, earning himself a soft chuckle from Adam.
"Just like a kitty," Adam teased.
Tommy turned his face toward Adam's thigh and bit, just hard enough to sting. Adam yelped and jerked his leg away.
Tommy sat back on his heels and grinned up at him through his fringe. "I'd like to see a cat fucking deep throat you."
Adam stared at him intently as he tugged at Tommy's hair, pulling him to his feet.
"Point taken," Adam said. "Put my dinner back on the tray."
Tommy frowned as he did so, wondering at the order since more than half Adam's dinner was left.
Turning back around to Adam once he was finished, Tommy started to ask, "Why-" only to get cut off when Adam stood and spanned Tommy's waist with his hands, picking Tommy up and setting him down on the freshly cleaned surface. "What-" Tommy started again only to get cut off once more when Adam's mouth descended on his.
Adam's tongue licked at Tommy's lips and Tommy tilted his head, opening to him and sinking into the kiss. He was so lost in the kiss that he barely noticed when Adam's hands spread his thighs and he stepped between them, or how one of Adam's arms wrapped around his waist afterwards, hand splayed out on his back as Adam leaned into him, pressing Tommy back until he was laying on the table, legs dangling over the side. Barely noticed, that is, until Adam's mouth left his and started kissing a path down the side of his neck and over his chest, stopping to lick and suck at each pierced nipple in turn before traveling further south.
Tommy's breath caught in his throat when it finally clicked where Adam was headed. He started to sit up, saying, "You don't-"
Adam cut him off with a hand pressed to his chest, pushing him back down. Adam lifted his head and looked at Tommy. "I want to, so unless you plan on safewording, lie back and let me."
Tommy's eyes widened a little before he closed them and grabbed onto the edges of the table on either side of him, pointedly clamping his mouth shut. When he felt lips press against his stomach, his muscles jerked in response, his whole body suddenly over sensitized. Adam's tongue dipped into his navel and Tommy moaned, back arching off the table. Adam did it again and Tommy squirmed, unable to stay still.
"Shh," Adam soothed, mouth pressed against his hip now. "Just lie there and take it, baby."
Tommy's hands tightened on the sides of the table and he started to pant. Fuck. Adam hadn't even gotten to the main event yet and he was already nearly ready to blow.
Adam continued to lick and nip at his hips, his stomach, his thighs, the shaved base near his dick, sucking up marks and basically putting his mouth everywhere but on Tommy's cock until Tommy was so tightly strung and breathing so hard he was sure he was going to pass out or pull something.
"Please," he finally whimpered, unable to take it anymore.
"That's all I was waiting for," Adam murmured an instant before he swallowed Tommy whole.
Tommy cried out and his legs flew up to wrap around Adam's torso. He canted his hips up off the table, but Adam pressed them back down immediately, holding them there as he bobbed up and down on Tommy's dick, sucking and licking in earnest, not giving Tommy time to ease into the sensation at all. Opening his eyes, Tommy looked down his body at the unbelievable sight of Adam Fucking Lambert's lips wrapped around his dick. Holy fuck.
"Shit," Tommy said on a whimper, head dropping back again. "T-Too much," he panted, trying to squirm away, trying to get a second to catch his breath at least, even as his legs tightened around Adam and his hips tried to thrust up despite Adam's hands holding them down.
"C-Can't-" He broke off as his balls drew up tight to his body. Frantically, he tried to shove Adam off before he came in his mouth, but Adam refused to budge, just grabbed Tommy's wrists and pinned his hands down at his sides. Hips now free, Tommy bucked up into Adam's mouth one last time and cried out as he came so hard everything started to fuzz out around the edges of his vision.
Adam sucked and sucked until Tommy whimpered and tried to twist away, dick too sensitive to take any more. Finally, Adam pulled off with a soft pop and straightened.
Dazed and boneless, Tommy stared up at him, legs falling to once again dangle off the end of the table.
After a moment, he licked his lips and found his voice. "Holy shit. That was…. You…. Holy shit."
Adam chuckled and ran his hands up the fronts of Tommy's thighs to his hips. He curled his fingers around them and squeezed lightly. "That good?"
Tommy nodded. "Fuck yeah."
Adam leaned over him and kissed him, tongue darting into Tommy's mouth. Tommy licked him back, moaning when he tasted himself on Adam's tongue, still unable to believe he'd sucked him off, let alone so enthusiastically. Not for the first time that night, he hoped Adam became one of his regulars.
Eventually, Adam pulled back again and lightly smacked Tommy's thigh. "Hop up. We should eat before everything gets cold and gross."
Tommy chuckled, trying to pull himself together. "I get to eat with you this time?"
Adam nodded, a wicked gleam in his eyes. "But you have to stay naked while you do it."
Tommy hopped off the table and made his way to the other side on shaky legs. Sitting down, he grinned good-naturedly. "Yes, sir."
~*~
Later that night, Tommy lay in bed with Adam spooned behind him, Adam's warm breath, soft and even, tickling over the back of Tommy's neck. Staring at the clock on the bedside table, Tommy watched the minutes tick by, trying not to think too much. He always got himself in trouble when he thought too much, and right now, his brain was in overdrive.
Tonight had been a good night. A very good night. It easily ranked in the top five of all the nights he'd spent on the job. Make that top two, right behind the one trick-Blake-who'd flown them both to Vegas for three days of partying, sex and gambling before his wedding day. That had been the one and only time he'd seen Blake. Blake had told Tommy he had no intention of cheating on his wife once they were married, so he figured one last fling with a guy was in order. Tommy had needed two days off after the fact to recover.
Tommy bit his bottom lip as Adam's arm tightened around his middle. Just like Blake, Adam hadn't treated him like a piece of meat, like a whore, even though that's exactly what Tommy was, and it was fucking with his head a little.
Tommy rolled his eyes at himself. It wasn't like he was angsting over who and what he was, or that he begrudged the men that did treat him like a hole to get off in. It was what it was and Tommy had made peace with that early on. He chose to look at it pragmatically. He was providing a service and getting paid for it. As long as the customer went away happy and Tommy didn't suffer bodily injury and got paid, it was all good.
So it was really pissing Tommy off that he was lying there watching the clock count down the minutes until the night was over and it was time for him to go home, instead of closing his eyes and getting some sleep while he could, in case Adam wanted to go another round before he left in a few hours.
Ten more minutes crawled by and Tommy decided the whole thing was ridiculous. After the blowjobs at dinner, Adam had fucked him twice more, once on the couch with Tommy in his lap, and once up against the tiled shower wall during what was supposed to have been a quick rinse to wash off the mess after they'd recovered. There was no way Adam was going to get it up again anytime soon. Adam had even said as much through a yawn as he tugged Tommy down into the bed with him.
With a soft sigh, Tommy figured he might as well just go now. He'd leave Lorne's number on the notepad next to the lamp in case Adam wanted to schedule another appointment, and then he'd get out of there. It was better this way, he told himself.
It had been Adam's first time paying for it, and chances were he'd wake up with at least some remorse or embarrassment or something over that fact. Most clients did their first time. Tommy expected it and usually had no problem talking them through it, bringing them around and making them see it was alright. Leaving the customer happy was just good business.
With Adam, though, Tommy wasn't so sure he wanted to see that regret in Adam's eyes when he opened them in a few hours and looked at Tommy. Refusing to analyze why that might be, Tommy decided to just go, and tried to extract himself from Adam's arms to get out of the bed.
"Where are you going," Adam asked out of nowhere, voice slurred with sleep, arm tightening around Tommy instead of letting him go.
"I…." Tommy started, stopped, and then started again, "I figured you were done with me for the night. Thought I'd get out of your hair."
"Uh-uh," Adam said, pulling Tommy in against him more fully. "You said I had until dawn. Stay. Sleep."
"But-"
"No buts. I sleep better when I'm holding someone. You're still on the job, honey."
Tommy rolled his eyes, but let himself be spooned again, a warm flush spreading through him. He wasn't buying Adam's story, but he wasn't going to call him on it, either. Setting aside all the over-thinking he'd just been doing, Tommy acknowledged that Adam was right. Tommy was paid for until dawn. If Adam wanted to keep him around until then to use as a body pillow, who was Tommy to argue?
"Fine, get your beauty sleep, then," Tommy teased, keeping his voice light. "Not that you need it. You're fucking gorgeous enough already."
"Oh, so now it's okay to flatter me," Adam teased back, referring to earlier in the evening.
Tommy just snorted and closed his eyes, relaxing into the bed and against Adam as his brain finally shut off, the warm circle of Adam's arms and Adam's insistence he stay settling him.
Within seconds, Adam was out cold. Seconds after that, so was Tommy.
~Fin
The sequel can be found here: It's Not That Deep.