The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 9

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The Way You Touched Me - Chapter 9
By: we_dreamerz
Betaed By: atomic_dawn
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff
Genre & Timeline: RPS - AU Fantasy
Rating: NC17
Word Count: 5,519
Status: WIP
Warnings: AU - This story will varry from canon, Drug use
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.

A special Thank you to atomic_dawn and babzz - This chapter would never have been written had it not been for your helpful information and assistance in making decisions.



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Chapter 9

Tommy grinned as Bill, the shop owner and his duet partner, shook his hand and nodded toward the customers starting to line up at the register, purchases in their hands.

"There's a stool open for you anytime, Tommy," he said with a smile, clapping him on the back and heading toward the front of the store.

Tommy was surprised when a few people approached him, thanking him for the song and praising his skill. Adam stayed back but was smiling at him. He looked so proud and Tommy’s chest swelled with emotion at the thought.

When the last of the people wandered away, Adam approached and hugged him. “You had them eating out of the palm of your hand, baby,” he said, squeezing him tightly. Tommy put his arms around Adam, hiding his grin against Adam’s broad chest. He let himself go for a moment, basking in the glow of Adam's praise.

After a moment Adam pulled back a little and kissed his forehead. “Um, I hope you don’t mind but Brad called and…” Adam shifted nervously but before he could say anything else, a sunny voice cut him off.

A man who could only be Brad stepped forward with a warm smile, his arm thrust out firmly to shake Tommy's hand. "What Adam is trying to say is I insisted he introduce us and threatened to reveal all of his secrets to the paparazzi should he not indulge me," he said, smiling wide.

Brad's hand was soft, his handshake firm, and Tommy found himself smiling back, glancing at Adam with amusement before turning back to Brad.

"Nice to meet you," he said, excited to finally meet one of Adam's best friends but also a little nervous. Brad was important to him; Adam loved him both as a friend and a lover. And there was a part of Tommy that was a little intimidated by that.

But he tried to shrug that off. He knew how Adam felt; he could feel it, see it in Adam's eyes. "Then you'll just have to tell me all of Adam's secrets instead," Tommy said with a smile, pinching Adam's hip.

Adam squeezed him and laughed, big and throaty. Tommy pressed closer, enjoying the vibration of it against his side.

"That wasn't part of the deal," Adam said, beaming down at Tommy, pushing his bangs back from his face. "I thought maybe we could go down the street for coffee. I could use a little pick me up."

Tommy nodded and grinned. He'd had coffee. He loved coffee. "That's cool," he said, leaning into Adam's touch.

Adam looked up at Brad who was gazing at them with the most curious of expressions - half way between a dreamy smile and amusement. He nodded. "That would be great," he said.

"Good," Adam grinned, plainly pleased. "Tommy, why don't you and Brad wait outside, there are a few CDs I want to buy. And then we'll walk over."

Nervous, Tommy agreed and Brad smiled brightly. "Come on, honey, I'll tell you some of Adam's more respectable secrets. The others will have to wait till I'm drunk and therefore have an alibi." Brad curled one arm through Tommy's and turned to wink at Adam before leading the way outside.

Alone on the sidewalk, they chatted, laughing together at stories from Adam's past. Tommy listened, smiling, imagining Adam at the crazy festival Brad was describing.

It was weird meeting someone new without his powers. He'd always been able to trust his senses before. Reading emotion was very helpful in knowing who you could trust. He trusted Adam of course and Brad was a good friend. But it was an advantage he wasn't used to not having.

With Adam, it almost felt as though that gift hadn't entirely left him. He easily sensed the subtle shifts of Adam's moods. But standing there with Brad was a blunt reminder of the powers he was lacking.

"So he's always had a passion for performing?" Tommy asked.

Brad nodded. "Always. From a very young age. I think it's what he was born to do. He seems to thrive on it. I mean, I'm a performer too. I love it, I crave it. But with Adam..."

"He loves the thrill and the energy pouring from the audience," Tommy said. "It fills him up inside in ways most people don't understand," Tommy said softly.

Brad met his eyes and smiled. "But you do."

Tommy shrugged. "It's my dream, you know? To play for people. In my world...we don't really have things like that."

A silence hung between them as Brad chewed on his lip as though trying to decide something. "I'm sorry," he said finally, "for barging into your day."

"It's all right. It's important to Adam I think," Tommy said, meeting Brad's eyes. "To have someone meet me." He smiled and shrugged. "It's got to feel weird with what happened...what's going to happen."

Brad's face went soft and he stepped close. Tommy could smell him, fresh laundry and just the hint of citrus cologne.

"So it's true. You really are..." Brad asked but trailed off, looking around before whispering dramatically, "a pixie?"

Tommy couldn't help but laugh. Brad was exactly as Adam had described - bold and proud, soft and loyal. "Yeah, it's true," he confirmed. "And it's okay, you know, if you want to see me after I...” the thought made Tommy's gut clench and he glanced at Adam inside the store, heart aching.

"Oh, honey," Brad murmured. "I can see that Adam isn't the only one who's got it bad."

Tommy frowned and looked down at the ground. "Do you think I'd be going through this if I didn't?"

Brad was silent a moment and Tommy glared at the ground, kicking a stone with the ridiculously thick sole of his shoe.

"Adam said the spell is once and done," Brad said softly.

Tommy nodded and looked up into Brad's worried face. "But I'm going to try my damnedest to find a permanent spell."

Brad nodded, a sad little smile curling his lips. "For both your sakes, I hope you do," he said. "But honey, what are you going to do if you can't?"

The implication hung between them and Tommy scowled but Brad quickly hugged him, pulling him close and cutting off the biting remark that had been on his tongue.

"I'm sorry. I just...I love him too, Tommy. And I don't want to see him broken," Brad whispered and suddenly all of the air went out of Tommy's sails. Brad was right. It was something they had to face.

Brad pulled back and rubbed Tommy's arms. "Don't stop trying. I'm not saying that. Just...be careful," he said.

Tommy nodded, what else was there to say? He knew he might never find a spell that would permanently turn him. But he'd been so wrapped up in trying that he hadn't stopped to think about what would happen to Adam. How long could Adam wait?

~~~~~~~~~~

Adam could see them through the window, the mood was light at first but he could tell when the conversation turned serious. Tommy seemed to curl in on himself as if Brad had said something hurtful. But then Brad quickly hugged him and Tommy allowed it, nodding to something Brad was saying.

He thanked Bill for his help and took his purchases, unsure of what to do. Tommy looked so sad and as much as he wanted to be angry at Brad for putting that look on Tommy’s face, he knew that whatever Brad had said, he hadn’t meant any harm.

Pausing at the door, he caught Brad’s gaze and raised an eyebrow. Brad smiled sadly and beckoned him forward. When Tommy turned around, his emotions were in check and he was smiling.

“Have a nice chat?” Adam asked, wrapping his arm around Tommy’s shoulders and kissing him briefly.

“We did,” Tommy said sincerely. “But it seems as though I’m going to have to get Brad drunk to find out your really juicy secrets.”

Adam relaxed a little as they strolled down the street. Brad was his usual jovial self, making them laugh with his fashion commentary and thoughts on life. Tommy seemed to like him and whatever had gone on between them while Adam was in the music store didn’t seem to have caused a rift between them. On the contrary, they seemed to have bonded rather quickly.

At the coffee shop, Adam watched them. Tommy was drinking the biggest espresso Adam had ever seen and he sighed pleasantly against Adam with every sip. Brad seemed to be content in the role of story teller, sharing tales of their escapades.

“You’d be surprised how good he looks as a woman,” Brad said, sipping at the frothy, iced mochachino. But then he looked closely at Tommy and tapped his finger against his lips. “Actually, I don’t think you’d be too bad yourself.”

Tommy laughed and shook his head. “No, I think I’ve had my share of dress up for today,” he said poking Adam and then taking another sip of his espresso. Adam smiled when Tommy sighed again and he pulled him closer.

Brad laughed. “I should have known he’d have you playing dress up as soon as possible. Sometimes I think he’s worse than me.” He smiled wistfully at Tommy for a moment before jumping slightly as if remembering something. He looked at his cell phone and smiled back at them. He held out his hand for Tommy and Adam watched as Tommy took it.

“I should go,” Brad said, standing up to hug Tommy and then Adam. “And I expect to be kept in the loop here. Whatever the fuck happens, I want to know,” he wagged his finger like a disapproving mother and then he turned to address Tommy. His voice was softer and a little smile curled his lips. “And come see me, okay? I’ll leave a window open…we’ll have lunch.”

Tommy hugged him again, tight and strangely familiar. When they drew apart Brad patted his cheek. “And maybe someday I’ll get the opportunity to make up your pretty face and play dress up”

“I hope so,” was all Tommy said.

Adam watched Brad go, a little ball of nervousness growing in his gut. He looked at Tommy who had turned his attention back to his coffee, drinking deeply and closing his eyes. Adam smiled and nuzzled his nose against Tommy’s cheek.

“Mmm?” Tommy asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Let’s go home,” Adam whispered.

Tommy’s face went soft and he looked into Adam’s eyes. “That sounds perfect.”

Time was passing so quickly. Adam wished for the millionth time that he could slow it down, bring it to a stand still and stay in that moment with Tommy. They drove home in comfortable silence, listening to the radio, Tommy’s long fingers tapping out the rhythm on his thigh. His eyes were closed and his lips were pursed together in a little pout and Adam couldn’t help but stare as they sat at a red-light, enraptured.

“They’re going to beep at you soon if you don’t watch for the light,” Tommy said, lips curling into a little smirk. Adam huffed a laugh and accelerated as the light changed, a warm glow of happiness settling in his chest.

~~~~~~~~~~

Adam walked into the living room, barefoot and glad to be home. He looked around; expecting Tommy to be on the couch but of him there was no sign. But then the sound of Tommy’s laughter drew him to the garden. He stood at the patio door, watching Tommy as he knelt by the fish pond. He was talking quietly as he fed them and Adam leaned against the door jam, listening.

“It’s all right. I didn’t mean to scare you. Kinda weird huh?” He sat down beside the pond and watched them eat. “It’s weird for me too but I guess it won’t last long.” Tommy sighed with regret and leaned forward, fingers touching the surface of the water. “For now anyway.”

Adam moved forward then, closing the French doors behind him. Tommy watched him approach, smiling and reaching up to take the beer that Adam handed him.

“Just checking on the fish,” he said. “I think I kind of scared them.” He was silent a moment before saying, “It’s weird not being able to feel that anymore, you know?”

“Your powers, you mean?” Adam asked.

Tommy nodded. “Yeah, like meeting Brad today, and the fish, and all the people we saw. I couldn’t feel them at all.”

Adam sipped the martini he’d made for himself and nodded, wondering if Tommy could still feel him.

“Sometimes,” Tommy said softly, answering Adam’s unspoken question as though he’d heard him. “Sometimes I think I can still feel you,” he said, rubbing Adam’s thigh with a strong but gentle hand.

Adam leaned closer and kissed his shoulder, soft cotton warmed by the sun beneath his lips. Tommy smiled and turned to Adam, lips seeking. His kiss was soft and open - always open, and Adam was humbled by it. Gently, he pushed a strand of hair from Tommy's face and sucked at his bottom lip just a little before pulling back.

Tommy smiled and closed his eyes, leaning into Adam's body. The garden was alive around them, butterflies and bees, the soft splash of the fish in their pond. It enveloped them as they sat silently together, wrapped up in the wonder of each other.

~~~~~~~~~~

"So, will you tour?" Tommy asked some time later, head in Adam's lap, buzzing on beer and some of the best weed he'd ever had.

"Mmm hmm," Adam said distractedly, fingers, stroking through Tommy's hair. He took a deep pull on the joint and passed it to Tommy. "Yeah, the album is almost done; it's in final production stages. Then there's some promo and then tour in the summer as long at it doesn’t flop."

Tommy took a drag, pulling the smoke into his lungs, holding it until the burn forced him to exhale, coughing.

I have some time, then.

Adam chuckled and declined when Tommy tried to pass it back. "All yours, baby."

Tommy smiled and closed his eyes, wiggling his bare toes in the warm grass as he finished off the joint. Adam's lap was warm and cozy and he reached up to touch his cheek, the soft rasp of stubble beneath his fingers.

He snorted. "As if that's going to happen," he said, finally commenting on Adam’s ridiculous suggestion that his album would be anything but brilliant.

Adam huffed a laugh. "Have to be prepared for anything. But I'm excited and I’m absolutely thrilled with how everything is falling into place."

Tommy looked up into Adam's face and smiled. "You should be. And you should be proud. You're an amazing artist, Adam."

Adam brushed away the compliment. "And so are you."

Tommy shrugged.

"What will you do then?" Adam asked, sipping his drink, fingers tapping deliciously around Tommy's hairline.

Tommy sighed, unsure. "I don't know. My parents expect things from me. But I just don't know if I can continue down that path. I've had a taste, you know? And I want more."

"Would you...would you come with me? On tour I mean." Adam asked softly, fingers fidgeting with a strand of Tommy’s hair.

Tommy met his gaze for a moment and looked away, a nervous ball of emotion in his gut. "I'd give anything to go with you."

Just as Adam was about to speak, they heard the soft chime of the doorbell. Tommy looked at Adam who was suddenly smiling like the cat who caught the canary.

"Wonder who that is," he said, gently nudging Tommy's head from his lap. "Come on."

Adam's giddy smile seemed to spread and Tommy giggled as Adam pulled him into the house. His eyes flashed mischievously before he turned to open the front door. Tommy wasn't quite sure what to expect.

"Delivery for Tommy Joe Ratliff?" said the delivery man waiting on the other side of the door.

Tommy's mouth opened but he wasn't quite sure what to say. But Adam nudged him forward and he managed to stammer, "I am...I'm Tommy Joe."

"Great," just sign here. The delivery man held out a clipboard and Tommy's stomach dropped when he saw the logo at the top of the paper - B Sharp Music, the music shop they’d visited earlier.

He glanced at Adam, who was smiling brightly, and then back at the delivery man. Stomach clenching in anticipation, he signed his name and handed back the clip board.

"Thanks, Mister Ratliff. I'll go and get your boxes, he said smiling.

Tommy turned to Adam, eyebrows raised. "Boxes?"

"Uh huh. Just a couple," he said brightly, holding the door open when the delivery man came back around the corner, pushing a dolly with a few boxes.

"Right in here," Adam said, directing him to the living room while Tommy stood back, his chest tight with emotion. He had no idea what Adam had bought. But of one thing he was certain - it was unnecessary.

When the delivery man left, Adam turned to him, biting his lip and thrumming with excitement. "Aren't you going to open your packages?" he asked.

"Adam," Tommy said softly. "You've been so generous and so amazing to me. But I...I don't feel right accepting when I…"

Adam walked over to him. "Don't think of it like that, ok?" he said. "Just, open it."

Tommy screwed up his face and sat down on the floor in front of a long rectangular box. In his heart he knew what was inside. He could almost feel it, calling to him, whispering his name. When the box was open, his fingers shook a little as they touched the black case, caressed the silver latches.

"Adam," he whispered.

"Just...think of it as a gift for me," Adam said softly. "I want you to play for me."

Tommy met Adam's gaze and he sighed. Nodding slightly, he looked down at the case and opened it, stomach flipping when he saw the Les Paul guitar he'd been playing just that afternoon.

It gleamed black and shiny in the sunshine streaming through the window. Tommy was breathless as he gently pulled it from its case. He thought maybe he could feel it, the music inside it, and shook his head, reminding himself that he was human.

"You looked so good, so natural sitting there. I just thought you should have it," Adam said softly.

Dumbfounded, Tommy just stared.

"And look, an amp," Adam said, ripping open the other box for Tommy to see. He seemed so excited and Tommy just couldn't help the little bubble of exhilaration that rose up his chest.

"Come on, let's plug it in," Adam said, ripping into the amp wrapping like a voracious child on Christmas morning. He threw the instructions to Tommy and Tommy picked them up, smiling at Adam as he wrestled the amp out of its box.

But Tommy didn't need instructions. He'd watched a million guitarists set up and tear down over the years and knew exactly what to do. With his heart in his throat, Tommy plugged it in and set the dials where he knew they should go.

He looked at Adam who was sitting back on his knees, looking at him expectantly, anticipation in his eyes as Tommy plugged in the guitar.

Tommy smiled at him, unable to contain his own delight as he got comfortable, sitting criss-cross on the floor. He attached the strap and put the guitar around his neck, no longer nervous. He could feel it - the music. It was still there in his heart, thrumming through his veins and waiting desperately to break free. Tommy looked up at Adam, smiling.

"What should I play?" Tommy asked, fingers on the strings, tracing up and down the cool lines of metal.

"Anything you want," Adam said, settling down across from Tommy. "It's yours."

Tommy's stomach fluttered. He sucked at his lower lip; mind flipping through his catalog of favorites until one seemed to fit, falling into place in his heart like change into a jukebox.

His fingers found the notes unerringly, picking the strings, feeling the music flow through him, from him. He closed his eyes, the lyrics of the song playing in his mind, squeezing his heart.

Whenever I'm alone with you....you make me feel like I am home again.
Whenever I’m alone with you....you make me feel like I am whole again.

Tommy pursed his lips and let the music carry him along. He could feel Adam tapping along with the beat and that made him smile. He hoped Adam would understand.

However far away
I will always love you.
However long I stay
I will always love you.
Whatever words I say.
I will always love you.
I will always love you.

Adam was humming the melody, his body swaying, weaving his music with Tommy's until it surround them. Tommy opened his eyes and played through the end, meeting Adam's gaze as the music faded into silence.

I will always love you.

Adam smiled, his face soft and dreamy. He reached for Tommy's cheek and stroked it before leaning forward to kiss him.

Tommy shifted, meeting Adam half way. He could taste alcohol, the sweet tang of Adam's lip gloss. It was a tender kiss, one of understanding and exchanged, wordless vows. Tommy opened for him, sucked his tongue and offered up his own.

Adam sighed sweetly and they pulled slowly away, resting their foreheads together.

"Sing with me," Tommy said. "Pick a song and sing with me."

Adam grinned. "Yeah. I'd like that," he said, kissing the tip of Tommy's nose. "I need another drink though. Do you want one?"

Tommy nodded and smiled. "Sounds perfect."

A few moments later Adam returned with another beer for Tommy. He sat down and leaned back against the couch, long legs bent and parted as he held up another joint.

Tommy grinned. "Gimmie," he said, taking the guitar from around his neck and launching himself into Adam's lap.

Adam laughed and pulled Tommy closer until he was straddling Adam's thighs. "Hmmm...greedy little pixie," he teased, putting the joint between Tommy's lips.

"It's a gift from the gods," Tommy said, pausing to inhale deeply as Adam lit the tip. He held the smoke in longer, feeling his chest tighten before slowly releasing it in a cloud of sweet, white smoke. "Our people don't look at it the same way yours do," he said and inhaled again before passing it to Adam, the thick, warmth weighing his limbs.

"We celebrate it," Tommy explained. "Weed, mushrooms, all manner of natural plants and herbs most humans aren't even aware of. They're used in spells and rites of passage. A lunamore mushroom, for instance, was in the potion that gave us this day."

Adam took another drag, his beautiful lips pressing together, his cheeks hollowing out. "A lunamore mushroom. I've never heard of them."

"That's because humans don't know they exist. But they're beautiful. They glow in the moonlight and smell incredible." Tommy laughed, remembering the adventure he'd had with Jon. "But they will fuck your shit up just by walking near them."

Adam giggled and Tommy nudged closer, leaning against his broad chest. They lay like that for awhile, passing the joint back and forth. He could hear Adam's heart and closed his eyes when Adam started stroking up and down his back.

"Did you pick a song?" he asked softly, nuzzling his face into Adam's chest.

"Mmm, how about some Guns N Roses," Adam suggested.

With a pleased little murmur, Tommy wiggled off of Adam's lap and pulled the guitar around his neck. Settling in, he played the opening to Sweet Child of Mine and saw Adam's face light up.

~~~~~~~~~~

Adam was on his back, eyes closed, as he listened to Tommy play. It was something low and soulful - he didn't recognize the tune but he tapped his foot, feeling the emotion of the song in his soul.

They'd been playing and singing for hours, the sunlight slowly fading into twilight. Adam felt the darkness on his skin like a weight and he tried to focus on Tommy - his music, his fingers moving over the strings, until the darkness subsided, just a little.

“Is there anything you can't play?" he asked running a hand over Tommy's bent thigh.

"Sure. But I learn quickly. And I've been alive a very long time," I know music from before you were born, before your grandfather even," Tommy admitted.

Adam squinted and looked at Tommy's face. "You look like you're in your early twenties."

Tommy smiled. "Add a hundred and thirty and you'd be closer. I'm one hundred sixty three years old."

Adam laughed and sat up to take the last sip of his drink. "Well that blows that."

Tommy raised an eye brow in question, his song transitioning into something bright and folksy, an old world jig that made Adam smile.

"I get asked a lot about my type of man,” he explained, rolling to his side. “And my stock answer has been young and pretty. But I guess young isn’t the right word anymore.”

Tommy laughed and shook his head. “You’ll just have to tell them that you now prefer your men finely aged and pretty.”

“Hmm,” Adam murmured, looking up into Tommy’s face. “Fine and pretty…that covers it.”

Tommy ducked his head, a blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Even prettier when you blush,” Adam said softly and Tommy’s fingers stilled on the strings, caressing them unconsciously before setting the guitar in its case.

He crawled over to Adam and rolled him onto his back to climb astride his hips. He bit his lip and smiled down at Adam, looking every inch the mischievous pixie. Adam slowly ran his hands up Tommy’s thighs and slim hips, pushing his shirt up to reveal his stomach. Adam smiled and stretched a hand over the flat expanse of creamy, white skin.

“I think you blush here too - your tummy and chest,” he whispered. “Take off your shirt,” Adam said, hearing his voice thicken with arousal.

Tommy did as he asked, eyes darkening as Adam breathed out and caressed his skin. He’d been right, the blush was faint but there, skin heated under Adam’s appraisal. He pulled Tommy down, kissing him softly, moaning when he yielded so easily. Tommy’s hands crept under Adam’s shirt to toy with his nipples as he sucked Adam’s tongue, punctuating each sensual pull with a tug and pinch that made Adam’s cock throb with need.

Tommy hips were moving and Adam could feel him, hard and hot as they rutted together. Adam wanted him naked and under him with a sudden, blinding fire that burned in his veins. He reached for Tommy’s jeans, cursing himself for the belt as he struggled with it. He pushed, rising, bringing Tommy to his knees.

They worked together, quickly undressing, eager and fumbling until they were finally free. Adam pulled him close, arms wrapped around his waist. Tommy's skin was silken and warm, his cock velvety steel against his own. He took them in his hand, stroking, rocking his hips. He could feel Tommy throb like the beat of his heart and groaned as their pre-come mixed, slicking their skin.

“Adam,” Tommy groaned, moving his hips faster, needy little whimpers falling from his lips as he twined his fingers into the hair at Adam’s nape. Eyes closed, mouth searching, Tommy kissed him - open and wet, pushing his tongue inside.

Tommy's fingers trailed down his back. Adam could feel the calluses on Tommy's fingertips, the contrasting silky softness of his hands. Adam sighed and pulled back from their kiss, sucking Tommy's lips as he tried to speak.

"Want you," he murmured, running his thumb up over the head of Tommy's cock. "I want you bent over with your ass in the air, spread out and open for me."

Tommy groaned and Adam kissed his red and bitten lips, pulling them between his teeth to nibble before continuing down his neck. Adam marked him, sucking his skin in random little patterns.

With a little growl, Tommy bit him just this side of too hard and smiled impishly. He turned around and bent forward, spreading his legs. Adam groaned, watching breathless when Tommy reached between his legs to touch himself, gently fondling and pulling at his balls, fingers searching, circling his entrance.

“Fuck,” Adam whispered, sitting back on his heels, cock throbbing when Tommy sucked his fingers. He could almost feel it, the warm wet tug, each sensual pull and lick of his tongue. Tommy’s fingers glistened, wet and slick when he pushed them inside and Adam couldn’t stop himself from bending down for a taste. Tommy’s skin was stretched tightly around his fingers. Adam lapped around them, flicking feather soft, sucking at each digit as it was pushed inside.

“Don’t move,” Adam said softly, sitting up, running a hand down Tommy’s back and over his ass. “Just, fuck yourself, just like that. Don’t stop.”

Tommy nodded and Adam sprung into motion, running upstairs to the bed side table for the things he would need. When he returned, Adam groaned as he returned to his knees.

“Three fingers in that tight little ass,” he murmured. “Do you want more, baby?”

Tommy groaned and rocked back a little. Adam smiled and kissed him, tracing the puckered skin with his tongue.

“You want more inside?” Adam asked, touching Tommy’s fingers and then slowly pulling them out of his ass. Tommy whined and pressed back, making Adam’s cock twitch with need. He squeezed it a little, pushing down his desire just long enough to make his boy beg.

“You want this?” he asked, running the head of his cock over Tommy’s hole.

“Fuck yeah. Come on, Adam,” Tommy groaned, stretching his body, lithe and supple, until Adam thought he might burst before even filling him. He quickly sheathed and slicked himself with lube. Bending down over Tommy’s body, he bit his earlobe and rubbed his cock up and down Tommy’s ass.

“Fuck me,” Tommy growled and Adam let loose his control, thrusting inside him with a strangled moan. Tommy reached back, pulling him deeper, crying out. Adam tried to wait but Tommy was already moving, grinding his ass down on Adam’s dick with quick and dirty thrusts. Adam closed his eyes and fought to hold on.

Tommy’s body was slick with sweat as he moved his body. Adam touched him, sliding his hands along his back and down to grip his ass, spreading him, gripping the soft globes and watching breathlessly as his shaft pushed between then them.

“Harder,” Tommy groaned and Adam bent forward, closing his eyes, pressing his lips Tommy’s back, driving harder with each thrust. He pushed his hand into Tommy’s hair, so soft and silky. When Adam tugged a little, Tommy pushed back hard, taking him deep.

Gritting his teeth, Adam pulled out almost all of the way. Tommy whined, rocking back as Adam thrust forward with a lusty growl. He pulled Tommy’s hair again, harder this time and Tommy clenched down and cried out. Pulling him to his knees, Adam held Tommy up but let him take control.

Tommy’s back was to his chest as he worked his body, grinding down with a whimper and then bouncing with quick little snaps of his hips. Holding Tommy around the waist, Adam reached for his cock, jerking him off hard and hot. He felt Tommy tense and moaned, electric heat pooling in his lower back. It was exquisite - the pull and clench around his dick, the smell of Tommy’s arousal.

Tommy moaned a desperate cry for release and Adam’s pace quickened. “Come for me,” Adam breathed against his sweaty back, tasting the salt on his lips, “Come for me, baby.”

“Adam!” Tommy cried out, throwing back his head, body bowing in Adam’s arms as ribbon after thick ribbon of hot come erupted into Adam’s hand. Adam pumped his fist, moaning when he felt it, the throbbing in his hand, and the slick, velvety vise around his cock. A second later, he followed, pulling Tommy down and thrusting up with a guttural groan.

Euphoric ecstasy, Adam lost himself in the pleasure of Tommy’s body. They twisted, mouths searching, lips sucking. Adam worked him from both sides until Tommy slumped back, chest heaving.

Slowly, Adam withdrew and they fell together in a twist of sweaty limbs and kisses. Adam pressed his fingers to Tommy’s lips, smearing come, moaning when Tommy sucked his fingers and then kissed him. He sucked Tommy’s lips and pulled him closer, feeling his slim thigh slip between his own.

He could feel Tommy’s heart pounding against his chest and ran a soothing hand down his back. Tommy sighed, content and warm, pressing his lips to Adam’s throat. He whispered something and Adam smiled, feeling Tommy's warm breath against his skin.

“Yeah, baby,” Adam whispered, giddy laughter bubbling up in his chest. “We can do that again.”

TBC

Author's Notes:

The song Tommy chose to play for Adam is Love Song by The Cure