The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 3
The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 3
By: We_Dreamerz
Betaed By: atomic_dawn
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff
Genre & Timeline: RPS - AU Fantasy
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 2,439
Status: WIP
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: It's not true...it didn't happen and Adam and Tommy belong to themselves. This is fiction. (Or so they want us to believe)
Summary: Adam has just stepped off of the American Idol tour and into the exhausting life of a rock star. It's everything he's always wanted but something is missing. Tommy has dreams; dreams that don't include living the ordinary, boring life laid out for him. But when you're a Pixie, what other choice do you have? They come from different worlds, but when they touch, the magic is undeniable.
NotesThanks to everyone who's given this a chance. =) I'm glad you haven't been disappointed.
Chapter 3
Tommy had started to doze, the warmth of Adam's knee at his back, the fresh, cool air ruffling his hair. When Adam touched his hand, Tommy was reminded of where he was and reality had quickly set in.
But Adam's soft voice had stopped him in his tracks.
"Stay...please."
Tommy heard so many things in those two small words. But most of all, he could feel Adam's sincerity. It filled him with a sense happiness that was so complete it was almost painful.
Tommy nodded and looked down at his hands. "All right. If you want."
A strange look passed over Adam's face and Tommy could feel the wave of desire that accompanied it. He shivered, trying not to imagine where Adam's mind had gone.
Tommy was invited into his room, into his bed. While Adam showered, Tommy pressed his face into his pillow, inhaling his scent. He snuggled into the soft material and closed his eyes, dozing, listening to the sounds coming from the other side of the bathroom door.
He could almost see Adam, body sparkling under the shower of water, naked and soapy. Tommy groaned and shook his head, willing his hard-on away. It was just silly, these thoughts. It was time he recognize that. But somewhere in the back of his mind, Tommy laughed, knowing it was already too late.
When Adam came out of the bathroom he was dressed in grey pajama pants, no shirt. His hair was damp and he smelled fresh and clean, with just a hint of something spicy and sinful.
Adam smiled when he saw Tommy on the pillow. It was a sweet smile, almost as though he was relieved to see that Tommy hadn't left. From under his fringe of bang, Tommy watched Adam crawl into bed, his heart beating wildly.
He could feel Adam's unspoken invitation to touch and wasted no time in finding his place on Adam's chest, curling up against his warm hand.
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In the darkness, Adam felt his heart clench as Tommy curled up on his chest. Their eyes met in a pool of moonlight and Adam couldn't help but reach out to touch him, gently stroke his wings. Tommy closed his eyes and hummed contently, leaning into his touch.
They laid together, the crickets singing them a symphony. Adam's rapidly pounding heart slowly calming. On the verge of sleep, he heard Tommy whisper, "Adam, do you believe in God?"
Adam nodded. "I believe in a higher power, a purpose," Adam answered softly.
He felt Tommy nod once, felt his warm breath against his chest. "I'm not so sure I do. All the good things in life, the little moments, they seem so random and fleeting."
"Maybe it's just our job to take those moments, the little random strings of fate...and make something of them."
Tommy was silent but Adam could feel his tiny fingers on his skin, drawing little shapes that Adam swore he could almost see. The faint blue glow faded before Adam could know for certain it was there.
"Then why us?" Tommy's voice was almost sad.
Adam didn’t know what to say. He wondered himself, why had fate pushed Tommy out in the open for him to see? Why couldn’t he get Tommy off of his mind? The universe was so strange sometimes. He’d received more in the past year than he could ever have dreamed was possible.
But this was a mystery. He could feel the pull, the connection. He was certain Tommy could too. So why had the universe delivered this kindred spirit in a package so tiny? He had no idea. But he’d learned that the universe, though mysterious, usually had his back.
“I’m not sure we’ll ever know why. Why do we meet anyone who comes into our lives? I guess…we just have to figure out…what now?”
Adam watched as Tommy smiled and wiggled closer to his hand. He seemed to like that answer and it wasn’t long until his breaths came deep and even. With Tommy asleep, Adam closed his eyes.
What now, indeed.
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Crickets and stars, the soft press of moss at his back, Tommy could feel the breeze caress his skin as he spread his thighs wider. Adam’s eyes were sin as they looked up from between them, Tommy’s shaft slick with his spit, so hard between Adam’s wet lips. Tommy could see the pink tip of Adam’s tongue as it swirled around his aching head and he reached down to caress his face, run a finger over his lips. So warm, so sweet. He tipped his head back and rocked his hips, moaning when Adam opened his throat, taking him deep, letting Tommy fuck his mouth.
When Adam pulled off with a little wet pop, Tommy groaned. He needed so badly.
Touch me…taste me.
“I have you, let me just…” Adam’s voice was dark and low, a little growl that curled around the base of Tommy’s spine.
Adam’s fingers were at his entrance, wet and insistent. Tommy pushed down, taking them inside, unable to wait. He felt Adam groan against his neck, the sharp nip of teeth along his throat.
Adam slowly fucked him open, adding fingers, rubbing against the spot that made him ache, giving him just enough before pulling back. Tommy’s back was bowed and Adam played him like a finely tuned instrument, plucking all the right strings.
His lips were soft and slick as he kissed his way to Tommy’s nipples, flicking them with his tongue before sucking hard. Tommy dug his fingers into the soft ground and rocked his hips restlessly.
Give it to me…let me just…come on, baby.
Adam pulled his fingers free and Tommy moaned, grinding down, breath hitching when he felt the hard tip of Adam’s cock at his hole.
Need you…want you.
With the heat of Adam’s breath on his cheek, Tommy clenched down on the hardness inside him, entranced by Adam. Ecstasy, love, Adam’s face was pleasure filled and Tommy reached out, cupping his cheeks to bring him closer.
So full of you.
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Adam’s eyes flew open as the spasms rocked his body. With a groan, he moved his hips, feeling the swiftly cooling wetness on his stomach. Breathing out in a huff, he closed his eyes, visions of Tommy beneath him, thighs spread, lips swollen and red.
“Fuck,” he whispered, feeling himself harden again. Tommy was still fast asleep on his chest but his breath was coming fast and Adam groaned when he realized what was happening. Tommy bit his lip and then opened his mouth, moaning in a way that made Adam want to find the nearest white rabbit and invite him for a drink.
Tommy’s body was tight. In the moonlight, Adam watched, motionless, as he came, fingers digging into Adam’s skin, hips rocking, his glorious wings spreading out beneath him and shimmering. Adam desperately longed to hold him, kiss him. Instead he stroked softly down Tommy’s face, whispering to him.
Tommy settled back against him, calm, a look of contentment on his face that made Adam’s heart ache.
What the fuck just happened?
Adam cradled Tommy with his hand, so careful to be gentle. His heart was pounding. He wondered if Tommy had dreamed the same thing.
In the garden, on a cool patch of moss?
Adam closed his eyes but he could still see Tommy’s body, his skin almost opal in the moonlight. He forced himself to relax, telling himself it was only a sex dream. He tried to focus on the warm weight of Tommy’s body, on the rise and fall of his small chest. Just as he was finally drifting off, he heard Tommy sigh contently and he smiled, thinking that if it gives Tommy pleasure, it can’t be all bad.
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When Adam awoke, the sun was barely creeping through the window. He was surprised to see that Tommy was awake, sitting cross-legged on his chest.
“Good morning,” Adam said softly and Tommy jumped, a blush spreading out along his cheeks.
“Oh…um…good morning. I um. I should go. I’m sure you have so much to do and I…” Tommy stood up and started to fly away but Adam frowned.
“Tommy, don’t. Don’t be awkward. Tell me what happened last night. Help me understand.” It was obvious from Tommy’s expression that he knew exactly what Adam was talking about. With a little huff he sat down, and inspected his nails, mumbling something Adam couldn’t understand.
“Honey, speak up. I can’t hear you when you talk softly.”
Tommy’s eyes were dark and guarded when they looked into Adam’s. He opened his mouth and closed it, looking away. “Did you…”
“Yeah. Like I haven’t since I was twelve,” Adam answered Tommy’s unspoken question.
Tommy nodded and picked at his nails. “It seems that…that you shared my dream.”
Adam couldn’t help the little bubble of amusement that rose in his chest. “So…you were dreaming and I…what, tapped into it?”
Tommy nodded. “When we touch, when we’re so close, there is an energy exchange.”
Adam nodded, remembering that from their earlier discussion. “I remember. I’ve felt that with humans. On stage, I can feel it.”
Finally, Tommy looked up with a little smile. “It’s stronger with magic. You give and I take. And I give and you take and sometimes…thoughts, dreams, desires…they’re shared too.”
Adam reached out a finger to touch him, softly caressing his cheek. “You don’t have to be ashamed of your desires with me.”
Tommy’s skin was heated and he breathed in, shaking his head. “I’m not ashamed. I’m…fucking confused.”
“Tommy,” Adam breathed just before Tommy’s body went stiff and he looked up at the window.
“Jon,” he said softly and then called out, in a voice that was surprisingly loud, “Hold your pants on, asshole. I’m coming!” Tommy stood up, and hovered over to Adam’s cheek. Quickly he kissed it, a little smile curling his lips. “I have to go.”
“Wait…are you…will you…” Adam didn’t know what to say, what to ask. He only knew that the thought of not seeing Tommy again made his stomach ache. But Tommy nodded and caressed Adam’s cheek.
“Yeah. I’ll be back when I can,” he said and flew swiftly through the window, leaving Adam feeling a little cold and the room a little less bright.
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“Shut up,” Tommy said, stomping across his bedroom in just a towel to find something to wear.
“I didn’t say anything,” Jon said, reclining on Tommy’s unused bed.
“I can hear your thoughts, dumb ass. I know what you’re thinking.”
“No you can’t. You just think you know, because that’s what you’d be thinking if you were me. I, on the other hand, am completely behind this crazy little adventure of yours.”
Tommy stopped throwing his clothes out of the closet to look at Jon. “Really?”
“Yep. You’re twelve kinds of crazy and I’m convinced that this will end badly. But I saw you with him, man. I saw the way he looked at you. And I can’t ignore that.”
Tommy smiled and ran at Jon, jumping on him to plant a kiss on his luscious lips. “Thank you, man. You have no idea how much I need someone to talk to about this shit.”
Jon pushed him off and onto the bed. “Dude, put some pants on. You’re apparently off limits now so no more of that shit, all right?”
Tommy grinned at Jon and reached for his pants, shaking his head. Jon was his best friend, and one time, first time lover. They’d grown up together and had always been close. When Tommy had started to fantasize about him, they’d ended up together for awhile. But they wanted different things and although the sex was amazing, they’d learned long ago that what they had was a great friendship. They hadn’t fucked in a long time. But it happened now and then, usually when they were drunk or high.
Tommy dressed quickly and threw his towel in the growing laundry pile in the corner of his room then flopped down on the bed. But Jon was there, poking him in the side. “Come on, Romeo. We have work to do. You can talk and work.”
They flitted out of his room, situated in the crook of a tree branch, and down to the main house inside the tree. Flying in through a split in the ancient wood, Tommy shushed Jon as they entered the kitchen.
“Tommy…Jon, you’re late.” His mother stood at the stove, glaring.
“I’m sorry, Mom. I was out late. Jon woke me up.”
Tommy bowed his head, hating to have to lie, hating the disappointment in his mother’s eyes. But she just smiled and hurried them into their seats. “Come on, boys, come on. You need a hearty breakfast and I saved you some.”
Tommy exchanged a smile with Jon and they ate quickly as his mother droned on about responsibility and being on time. Tommy loved his parents. More than that, he respected them. They had given so much of themselves to ensure Tommy’s future. Tommy had been educated in the finest schools of magic they could afford, and had been given every opportunity of which he could possibly dream. Every opportunity but the one he wanted.
His parents dreamed for him a life of service to their King. He’d shown great talent for communing with nature at a very young age and was trained in the art of healing. He was working through an apprenticeship program with Jon; an apprenticeship his parents hoped would lead to an appointment with the King’s healers.
Tommy enjoyed his job, loved to see things grow and flourish. But music was in his soul and every time he picked up his guitar, magically amplifying the music to fill his little garden, he felt alive. He got lost in it, found his heart in it. But he knew his parents would never understand. So he kept it a secret. Sure, they knew he played; they loved to hear him play. But they had no idea how tenuously he grasped on to their dreams for him, or how much he longed to let go.
Their breakfast finished, Jon waited outside while Tommy kissed his mother goodbye. She grasped his wrist and pulled him closer, looking into his eyes. Tommy offered a smile and she returned it, shaking her head, pulling him in for a hug. Her cheek was soft and she smelled of vanilla. Tommy let himself be hugged, regret in his chest.
“Bye, Mama,” he said softly and fled from the tree before she could ask what was wrong.
TBC