The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 8

[we_dreamerz]

The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 8
By: we_dreamerz
Betaed By: atomic_dawn
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff
Genre & Timeline: RPS - AU Fantasy
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 3,543
Status: WIP
Warnings: AU - This story will varry from canon.
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.



Chapter 8

Tommy felt like he was in a fish bowl. Adam had warned him there might be paparazzi or fans and they’d been lucky enough thus far to have avoided attention. But as he sat there in the familiar, brightly lit restaurant, he felt like everyone was looking at him.

“You okay?” Adam asked. He had a hat on, black baseball cap with a little silver skull on the brim, and Tommy laughed to himself, wondering if anyone ever really bought the disguise.

“Just weird, you know? Being here…actually sitting down to eat a meal instead of swiping some food and flying off to eat it on the beach with Jon,” Tommy shrugged. “I feel like everyone is looking at me.”

Adam laughed, big and hearty. “Baby, they’re looking at you because you’re hot. Not because they know you’re really a pixie on shore leave. Enjoy yourself,” he said, reaching across the table to hold Tommy’s hand. “Watching you eat kinda turns me on.”

Tommy smiled and then shook his head. “Watching me eat turns you on? Adam, you need to eat more real food and less tofu veggie crap.”

“It’s not that,” Adam made a face and took a sip of his water. “It’s the way you eat. You love food. Just like when you play guitar. When you eat, when you play,” Adam paused and then whispered, “when you make love, you do it with such intensity on your face. You just…I don’t know, wrap yourself up in it.”

Tommy had paused to listen to him speak, taco held in midair. He felt a blush creep up his cheeks and wondered how many times a person could blush in one day without giving themselves a heart attack. He was about to respond when a quiet, feminine voice came softly beside them.

“Excuse me,” she said, eyes darting around. The restaurant was packed with lunch time diners. “I’m so sorry to disturb you. But I was wondering if I could have your autograph?” She smiled brightly and Adam smiled in return, speaking quietly with her a few moments.

The girl glanced at Tommy and back at Adam, giving him a wink before leaving, practically flying out to her car.

Adam giggled and touched his boot to the pair that Tommy’s had borrowed from Brad. They were a little tight and not really his style, but Tommy was grateful none the less. He was able to get out and see the world with Adam. That was worth any amount of discomfort.

“See,” Adam said. “I told you you’re hot.”

Tommy grinned and stuffed the rest of his taco in his mouth, groaning. He’d eaten more in that sitting than he’d eaten in his entire life - all one hundred sixty three years of it. He burped behind his hand and slumped back, eyeing Adam, who was trying not to laugh.

“What?”

“I just told you that you’re hot and you’re doing your best to prove me wrong,” Adam laughed, collecting their trash and consolidating their trays. “Come on, there’s somewhere I want to take you.”

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Adam drove, keeping one eye on the road and one on Tommy. He was radiant in the sunshine as they cruised, top down, to the little out of the way boutique Adam wanted to share. Back Stage - they catered to those who favored a unique and distinctly rock n roll sense of fashion - leather and denim, bold patterns and colors, and of course, lots of black. Adam and his friends had found it years ago. It was modestly priced for Los Angeles and was always on the cutting edge while maintaining a stock of classic staples and necessities.

When Adam pulled into the parking space behind the little shop, Tommy brushed the hair from his eyes, raking through the long fringe in the front. He turned to Adam with a grin. "That's almost as amazing as flying."

Adam snorted. "I can't imagine anything being as amazing as that." He put up the top and nudged Tommy's thigh. "Come on. I can't wait for you to see this place."

Inside, Tommy followed Adam, silently gawking at the rows of leather and sparkle, running his fingers over the fabrics, touching everything. Adam guided him to a rack of jeans and pulled out a pair. Skinny, black and tight, they'd sit low on his slim hips and accentuate his stomach perfectly. Adam grabbed a couple different sizes, holding them up against Tommy's body.

"What are you doing?" Tommy asked, looking down at the jeans.

"Buying you an outfit," Adam said, hoping his tone would ward off any argument that Tommy might raise. Although by then he should have known better.

"But," Tommy began and Adam sighed.

"Just let me, okay? It's what I do. I like clothes." Which wasn't necessarily untrue. But there was more to it than that. Adam wanted him to have something. Even if it he would only be able to call it his for a day.

Tommy finally nodded reluctantly. "All right, if it will make you happy." But Tommy smiled and Adam thought maybe he was pleased and a little touched.

Adam touched his hand. "It makes me very happy," he said softly. He looked into Tommy's eyes a moment before shoving the pile of jeans into his stomach. "Now go try these on."

Adam browsed the racks while Tommy tried on jeans. He found a few shirts and some accessories and knocked on the dressing room door before entering.

"Here, try...these." Adam stopped to admire the graceful curve of Tommy's back. He was shirtless and clad only in the black jeans Adam had first pulled off the rack. They fit him perfectly.

Their eyes met in the mirror and Tommy smiled. "I have absolutely no ass to hold these things up." He laughed, turning around to look at his behind in the mirror.

Adam huffed a laugh and came to stand behind him. "I like your ass just fine," he whispered. "Tiny and perfect," he said in Tommy's ear, lips grazing the soft skin.

He cupped Tommy's ass and gently squeezed. "Fits deliciously in my hands, so firm and pretty."

Tommy laughed. "Pretty?"

"Mmm hmm. You are very pretty," Adam whispered, pressing his hard cock to Tommy's ass. "From head to toe."

Adam watched Tommy in the mirror, the way he seemed to melt into Adam's embrace, eyes closing, his lips parting just a little. Adam kissed his neck, nibbling the soft skin. Tommy let out a needy little whine as Adam caressed his stomach.

But there was a knock at the dressing room door and a soft, hesitant voice. "Mr. Lambert. I...I don’t mean to interrupt or nothin but I have the jacket you wanted. Should I just…should I leave it out here?"

Adam kissed Tommy's cheek with a regretful smile and turned to open the door. A tiny girl in her twenties, clad in tight hip huggers, an even tighter tank top and adorned with more metal in her face than Adam had ever seen, stood nervously with the leather jacket he'd requested.

He offered her a grateful smile, meeting her eyes. "Thanks, I think it will be perfect."

She smiled up at him, nodding, clearly beside herself. "Thanks." She blurted out, glancing into the dressing room and immediately back at Adam when he closed the small gap through which she'd been looking. Her face brightened into the most amusing shade of tomato red. "Is there…um…anything else I can get you?"

"No, honey, that will be all for now," he said with a big smile. He wasn't used to it, people treating him differently, acting as though he was a big deal. He'd been going there for years. But now when he went shopping, he was recognized and people tripped over themselves to serve him. It made him feel a little uncomfortable and completely overwhelmed. He hid it well; he tried to take it in stride, part and parcel of the dream for which he’d asked. But sometimes he just wanted to be normal.

I wonder how many pictures were taken of us today, how soon the blogs will be buzzing about our date.

Shoving those thoughts aside, he closed the dressing room door and turned to see that Tommy had tried on one of the shirts he'd picked out - blue and almost lacy. Adam could see through it and he licked his lips.

Tommy took it off and pulled on a soft, cotton, long sleeved t-shirt that Adam hadn’t picked out. It looked worn but was in fact brand new. It had a couple buttons at the collar and was rather plain but for the fact that the sleeves came down over Tommy's hands and hooked round his thumb. Tommy looked up shyly and rubbed his hands over the fabric.

"It looked soft," he said. "I just wanted to see what it would feel like on."

It hugged his body, defining his arms and waist. Adam’s lips twitched and he held open the jacket, silently inviting Tommy into it. It was black leather, structured and worn looking. “Try this,” he said softly, slipping the jacket up Tommy’s arms. Tommy turned this way and that, looking at himself from all angles. He zipped up the jacket and opened it, fingers caressing the buttery soft leather.

“Do you like it?” Tommy asked, looking at Adam with hopeful eyes.

Adam nodded, heart clenching when Tommy smiled. “Yeah, and I think the shirt’s a perfect choice,” he said, pushing aside the fancier shirts that he’d picked out. He ran his hands up the lapels of Tommy’s new jacket and cupped his face, kissed him softly.

Tommy’s lips parted and he sighed pleasantly into their kiss, sucking at Adam’s lips. Adam pressed deeper, taking Tommy’s mouth, pressing him back against the mirror. He palmed Tommy’s cock through his new jeans, rubbing harder until Tommy moaned, grinding into Adam’s touch.

“So fucking sexy,” Adam whispered. “I wanna see you come.” He unbuttoned Tommy’s jeans and reached inside. Tommy gasped when Adam’s hand circled his length, freeing him. Adam stroked gently at first but soon quickened his pace, jerking him off with more urgency.

“Baby, I want you to look at yourself,” he said, sucking Tommy’s ear lobe before turning him around. Tommy’s jeans were around his thighs; his cock was hard, almost purple with need. Adam watched his glassy eyes, staring, heavy lidded as Adam’s hand moved faster, working his dick until Tommy gasped and moaned, eyes closing as he shot rope after thick rope of come against the mirror.

Tommy’s knees gave out and Adam held him, lips against his ear. “So pretty, so fucking pretty.” Tommy opened his eyes and turned, mouth seeking Adam’s, desperate and insistent. He kissed him hard before sliding to his knees.

Tommy’s hands were warm and firm, his mouth like paradise. Adam watched as Tommy’s tongue flicked around the head and moaned when he took his cock in one swallow. Tommy bobbed and hollowed his cheeks as he sucked, hands gripping Adam’s ass. Adam held onto the wall, hips thrusting as Tommy took him fast and hard. Adam came without warning and Tommy swallowed him deep and then pulled back, letting it shoot across his tongue, eyes open, watching Adam’s face.

“Fuck…come here,” Adam rasped, pulling Tommy to his feet, taking his mouth, sucking his come from Tommy’s tongue. Tommy moaned and leaned into him, their bodies hot, hands clutching.

Adam pulled back with a gasp and their foreheads pressed together. Breathing heavily, Adam could feel Tommy’s heart beat hard against his chest and gently reaching inside the jacket, he put the flat of his palm over Tommy’s chest.

Tommy breathed out and kissed Adam softly, little nibbles on his lips and neck until slowly they became aware of the sounds around them. Adam smiled and laughed.

“Shoes,” Adam said. “You need shoes.”

“Adam…”

But Adam cut him off with a kiss. Giggling like teenagers they dressed and cleaned off the mirror. “Come on…out here,” Adam said, tugging Tommy’s hand.

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Tommy’s head was spinning. He’d never really been clothing shopping. Not like that anyway, he thought with a blush, giddy laughter in his belly. They had stores, but it was all either rather plain and earthy or frilly and girly. So he’d just begged his Mother to sew him some things with scraps of fabric he’d found. She’d smile and roll her eyes but she always came through, giving Tommy his own rock n roll style. Now there he was in leather and the softest cotton he’d ever felt. And Adam wanted to buy him shoes. He’d never really worn shoes. He liked to go barefoot and most of the time, he flew.

Tommy raised his eyebrows as they approached the shoes. There were boots and shoes of all shapes and sizes. Adam seemed drawn to the boots, picking them up and touching the leather. Tommy watched him a moment, smiling, before moving on, eyes drifting across the rows of footwear.

“Adam, these are cool,” he said, picking up a flat, thick soled shoe. They looked comfortable, as opposed to the narrow, pointy boots that Adam was holding up with a hopeful look.

Adam opened his mouth and closed it, lips closing in a straight line before curling again into a smile. “Try them on.”

Tommy laughed. He could tell that Adam hated them but it made Tommy’s heart flip that he’d buy them anyway, knowing… Tommy pushed away those thoughts, refusing to spoil their day. He turned to the stack of boxes and frowned. But Adam was there beside him instantly, pulling out a few boxes and smiling. “We’ll find your size.”

Fully dressed, shoes on (Creepers, Adam had called them), Tommy stood before one of the full length mirrors that lined the wall of dressing rooms. He turned again, looking at his ass. Adam had called it perfect and pretty. Tommy laughed and shook his head.

“That’s right, I said pretty,” Adam said firmly, coming up behind him, meeting Tommy’s questioning gaze with a raised, challenging eyebrow that warmed Tommy’s cheeks.

“Do you read minds now?” Tommy laughed as Adam’s arms came around him.

“You had that look on your face,” Adam said softly and Tommy realized he was threading a small studded belt through the loops of his jeans. He watched, amused, as Adam buckled it.

“Why do I feel more like a Barbie doll now than before?” Tommy whispered.

“I just needed time, baby. Wait till I find a line of rocker doll clothes,” Adam answered and they laughed. But Tommy pushed hard at the lump in his throat when the laughter faded and the truth hung between them - heavy and achy.

Adam quickly changed the subject. “There,” he said - pleased, turning Tommy back to face the mirror. Adam beamed, hand warm on Tommy’s back. Tommy touched the belt at his waist and met Adam’s gaze in the mirror.

“I love it,” he admitted, heart breaking, heart soaring. “Thank you.”

But Adam just kissed his cheek and tugged his hand. “It’s my pleasure.”

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“Oh look!” Tommy exclaimed as they came out of the boutique. “Music!”

Adam grinned and took his hand, strolling across the street. There was a record store that carried a lot of the local bands and they passed some time thumbing through the stacks and listening to some selections on the stations the shop had set up. Tommy had a great ear for good music and Adam enjoyed the tracks Tommy insisted he listen to.

“Listen to this, I love their sound,” Tommy said, slipping the head phones over Adam’s ears again. Adam was hooked right away - sexy, dirty blues; the lead singer was a woman and her raspy voice made Adam’s eyes close in appreciation.

He felt Tommy beside him, body swaying to the music. Keeping time with little taps of his foot. He opened his eyes to watch him, eyes closed, face scrunched with emotion - beautiful.

Adam felt the soft vibration of his phone and fished it out of his pocket. It was Brad.

“Hey,” he answered. Tommy opened his eyes and smiled as Adam touched his arm. He pointed to the phone and outside. Tommy nodded and closed his eyes again, lost in the rhythm of the music.

“Hey yourself. Where are you?” Brad asked.

“We went shopping. Went into Back Stage and now we’re across the street at the little music store,” Adam spoke without thinking and Brad heard his mistake immediately.

“We?” Brad asked. “You took your pixie shopping? Oh my God, I’m like…five minutes away. Do not go anywhere.”

Adam hesitated. Tommy had said he wanted to meet Brad. But if truth be told, Adam was feeling a little selfish. Tommy had twenty four hours and the time was flying so fast. It was already two in the afternoon. But a part of him almost wanted it. He wanted someone else to meet Tommy, to know Tommy.

“Um, Brad…” Adam said, not knowing how to explain.

“Don’t you even try to tell me no, Adam. This is huge. And you so owe me from the time in Santa Monica when you insisted that we…”

“All right, all right…shut up. You swore to me that you would never say that out loud,” Adam cut him off. “Come on over. But I have to explain something.”

“I’m already on my way. What’s to explain? You have a pixie…I want to meet him.” Brad said cheerily.

“Well…about that…”

Adam’s voice must have given away his anxiety because Brad’s carefree tone quickly changed to concerned. “Honey, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Adam sighed. “He showed up in my room this morning and he was…he was a human.”

Brad was silent a moment and Adam was expecting questions, doubts as to whether Tommy had ever really been a pixie. But Brad didn’t bat an eyelash, he just seemed to know.

“For how long?” he asked, cutting to the heart of Adam’s dilemma.

“Twenty four hours. He found a spell. But it only lasts a day and then…”

“Well can’t he just take it again…bippity boppity boo any time you have a date night?” Brad asked.

Adam sighed again, running a hand over his face. “Apparently it’s once and done. The spell says that if he takes it again he’ll die.”

“Jesus, that’s dramatic,” Brad mumbled. “Are you sure? Can’t spells be awfully misleading?”

Adam huffed a bitter laugh. “They were pretty clear about the death thing. Besides, how the fuck would you know about spells?” Adam knew he was snapping, he knew it wasn’t Brad’s fault but even saying the words out loud made Adam want to vomit.

“Don’t you remember when I dated that guy who fancied himself a warlock? He was full of interesting little tidbits,” Brad said, ignoring Adam’s tone. Adam smiled, thanking the Universe once again for the gift of Brad’s friendship.

“I’m here. Where are you parked?” Brad waved and Adam pointed over to little parking lot behind Back Stage. He watched as Brad parked and made his way across the street, trepidation weighing his stomach. He hoped that Tommy had meant what he said.

“Where is he?” Brad asked, crossing the street.

“Inside listening to music. Come on,” Adam said. “And be nice. No picking…and…”

“Shh, Adam, come on. I just want to meet him. And I won’t stay long, okay?” Brad put his hand on Adam’s arm, thumb rubbing comfortingly. “I get it.”

Adam looked into his eyes. He’d always loved Brad’s eyes - so soulful and kind one minute, mischievous and wicked the next. He smiled and nodded and with a deep breath, he pushed open the door.

The sound of music filled the little shop and Adam stopped in the doorway, eyes sliding from the empty listening station to the small crowd of shoppers that had gathered in the back. Tommy was seated next to an older man, guitars across their chests. They were playing together, a tune that Adam immediately recognized - “Hotel California”. The sad and mournful music pulled him into the shop and coiled around his heart, squeezing until suddenly, everyone else disappeared.

Tommy’s face was full of emotion as he lost himself in the song. Eyes closed, he bit his lip and moved his head with the melody, tapping his foot to keep time. They played in perfect synchronicity, layering the music until Adam felt as though his heat might burst. As the end approached, they opened their eyes and grinned at each other, picking through the song, their fingers flying over the frets until the song finished abruptly, perfectly timed. The crowd erupted into applause and Tommy looked up, surprised, delight plain on his beautiful face. He smiled shyly, his eyes meeting Adam’s across the room. They exchanged a smile before Tommy turned back to the old man.

Adam watched as they talked, smiling. Tommy looked so happy, so excited. And Adam could not have been more proud.

“Is that your pixie?” Brad whispered.

Adam nodded; it was all he could do.

“He’s brilliant,” Brad said.

“He is,” Adam responded softly and sighed, unable to tear his eyes away. “And I love him so much it hurts.”

TBC