FIC: Watching Me, Watching You (Sequel to Switching Seats and Birthday Treats)
Title: Watching Me, Watching You
Author: writer_ally
Word Count: ~3400
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taydammy (Taylor Green/Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff)
Warnings: RPS Slash, M/M sex, language
Notes: If you don't like it, don't read it. Constructive criticism is always welcome, flames however, are not. This is unbeta-ed. Any mistakes are mine.
DISCLAIMER: This is not true! I do not know these people; anything that comes close to resembling the truth is just a happy coincidence. I mean no harm or disrespect, and anything/anyone you recognise is not mine (that includes all people, places, and things mentioned). So to recount: NOT MINE!!!!
Special thanks to Princess10388 for helping me with some of the ...details of this story ;) Thanks bb, I couldn’t have gotten this one done so fast without your help!!
The show was on fire in Amsterdam. Just the idea of where they were performing had everyone on edge in the best way by the time they were ready to go onstage. From the moment Adam burst forth in a blast of light, fur and glitter, all eyes were on him as he thrust, writhed, and gyrated across the stage, ensuring that anyone who so much as glanced in his direction was turned on, his band and dancers no exception. Tommy watched the stage with lust-filled eyes as both of his lovers dominated, exuding a fierce sexiness that he could only hope for.
Taylor was a totally different entity when he danced. Nowhere to be found was the sometimes awkward, clumsy boy who tripped over his own words as often as his own feet. On stage, Taylor was in control of every movement, everything silky smooth or deliberately choppy, feeling every beat of the music as if it was coming from his very core. The other thing Tommy noticed was the way that he could feel Taylor’s eyes on him when he was backstage watching. If Tommy could see the dancer in his hiding spot backstage, his eyes were usually dark and glued to either himself or Adam. The feel of Taylor’s eyes on him, combined with the sight of Adam doing his thing usually left Tommy hard, and tonight was no exception.
Taylor was having a particularly good show that night to begin with. Adam had gotten him fired up right from the get go when he pulled his hair during Voodoo, and things had gotten hotter from there. By the time Fever rolled around and he had to watch Adam practically lick his way into Tommy’s mouth, then spin around and grind into him, Taylor was half hard in his pants, and couldn’t blame the bonding for it. Adam was so on, he was oozing sex from his every pore, and Taylor wanted him. Badly.
He felt bad for wishing that the show would be over soon, but had to mentally cheer once they got to If I Had You, and the band and dancer introductions, because that meant there wasn’t too much longer to go before Taylor could get Tommy and Adam into a secluded room and take care of his persistent erection. And really, it was neither easy nor pleasant to dance with one of those. And then Adam had to go and play with his hair, and call him beautiful while he was introducing Taylor, and that just made him even more turned on, and he felt a little flaily during his solo, and ended up thrusting a lot, although no one really seemed to mind.
Finally, finally it was time for the encore, and Taylor was more than glad to not have to be on stage for those. He had half a mind to go to Adam’s dressing room and start things off himself, so that Tommy and Adam would have a bit of a show when they got there, but then Sasha and Terrance were pulling out joints and lighting them up right there, because they could, and they passed on to him, and told him to give it to Tommy when Sasha gave one to Adam. And that seemed like a good idea, so he snagged the joint between two fingers, and slipped backstage to run around to Tommy’s side, and waited, taking a few puffs himself as the band started up Purple Haze.
He was happily puffing on his joint, watching Tommy rock out on his bass, when all of a sudden he ran up to Adam and shared another filthy kiss right there when the lyrics called for it. It was quick and dirty, but Adam almost missed his next cue because he was still getting his breath back. Taylor panted slightly, and had to fight the urge to palm himself through his pants, reminding himself that he was in public. Then Tommy caught his eye from on stage, and in an instant knew that Taylor was horny as hell. The smirk that broke out over his face made Taylor was to smack him and fuck him at the same time, and all that really happened was his knees buckled a little, and he took another deep hit off the joint. Then he saw Sasha creeping closer to the side of the stage, and at the next quick pause in the lyrics, she passed Adam the joint. He saluted the crowed with it, and then inhaled, holding the smouldering piece high above his head as he exhaled in a puff of smoke. Taylor had to tear his eyes off of the amazing specimen before him, and quickly hurried over to Tommy.
“You’d better wipe that smirk off your face, I know you’re hard behind that guitar of yours” he muttered before placing the tip between black stained lips and letting him inhale, before plucking it back, winking, and skipping back offstage, holding the joint high like a trophy as Tommy stared after him in amusement and wonder.
Taylor went back over to the other side of the stage, and stood behind Sasha and Terrance as Monte and Tommy switched guitars, Tommy giving a quick air kiss to Taylor when his back was to the audience. Taylor merely grabbed hold of the piece of stage he was leaning on, and repeating the mantra in his head that he could not molest his boyfriends on stage, no matter how much he wanted to. His brain was melting, and a small whimper escaped his lips when Adam blew a kiss to the audience member who threw him a boa. Terrance turned around at the noise, and quickly pressed a hand to Taylor’s forehead, checking for fever.
“Oh honey, do you and Adam need to get gone right after the show? If you’re starting to not feel well now, you should go sit down backstage”
Taylor shook his head no, craning his neck to see where Adam had wandered off to on the stage.
“No, not that...just, he” Taylor shot Terrance an embarrassed look and the older man instantly understood.
“Ah, say no more, sweet thing. You, Adam and Tommy do need some alone time after the show, just not because you’ll get sick if you don’t, right?”
Taylor nodded his head, pupils already blown almost black as he saw Adam kneel down on the platform with his crotch on display, then slink his way over to sit at the edge and pull Tommy in between his spread knees, where the bassist gave into his pull and went limp, leaning further and further back as Adam kissed him not only passionately, but intimately as well, before thrashing about in a way that would have looked spastic on anyone else, but looked like sex when Adam did it.
Once he had started to breathe again, Taylor tapped Terrance’s shoulder, motioned vaguely to the stage, and then behind him and made a questioning noise.
Terrance laughed and leaned in to kiss his cheek, smirking when he felt the tremble run through the younger man.
“Hmm, got a kink for watching them do you? Very interesting” he purred, a teasing glint in his eye. “Don’t worry doll, I’ll let your boys know you’re waiting for them. They’ll be there soon”
Taylor gave what he hoped was an approximation of a smile and then all but ran backstage to the dressing room that was supposed to be Adam’s, but he shared with Tommy and Taylor as well. Sutan was sitting in Adam’s makeup chair, waiting to help with the makeup removal process, so that they could get back to the hotel reasonably quickly, and get ready to go out on the town in Amsterdam. Lane was sitting opposite him, chatting lightly while waiting until the performer she was supposed to handle was done performing. Taylor however, had different ideas.
“Lane, can you please let me, Adam and Tommy take a separate car to the hotel tonight? I need to...I- ” he trailed off, knowing Lane would assume that Taylor needed to be with Adam right then and there because of the bond, and let him have his way. Later on he would feel bad for exploiting her like that, and would buy her flowers and apologise, but for the time being he was desperate and he did not care if his actions were accountable.
Lane and Sutan both got to their feet quickly, and Lane smiled at Taylor.
“Of course honey, don’t worry about it. I’ll have another car on standby. Just text me when you guys are ready to leave and I’ll have it sent over for you. Just check in once you make it to the hotel, and be in the lobby in time for bus call tomorrow afternoon”
Taylor smiled, and let out a sigh of relief as she and Sutan started towards the door.
“Thanks Lane” he called as she pulled the door shut, then he was hitting the lock and pulling his shirt and pants off as quick as he possibly could, before moving a few key pieces of the rooms furniture into the positions he wanted. Just as he was finishing up, a knock sounded on the door, and Adam’s voice called though, sounding slightly panicky.
“Taylor, baby, are you in there? Open the door Little One; it’s just me and Tommy”
Taylor ran for the door, and ripped it open as soon as he got his fingers to cooperate and turn the lock back. Reaching out as soon as it was open wide enough, Taylor grabbed the first thing he could get his hand around, Tommy’s shirt, and pulled hard, until he could mash his mouth against the older man’s, backing both of them up slowly, so that Adam could come through, and lock, the door as well. Finally breaking away from Tommy, panting sharply, his eyes black with lust, Adam ran a hand over his skin and he shuddered before diving in to kiss Adam as well. Adam indulged him for a moment before pulling back and cupping Taylor’s face in both hands.
“Whoa, easy there baby, it’s alright”
Taylor shook his head ‘no’ and backed himself up against the wall, putting a hand up when both his boyfriends tried to come closer.
“You two...on stage tonight” Taylor began, not really knowing how to explain how he was feeling, but needing to try anyway.
“What about us baby?” Tommy asked, “You’re not jealous of what we do on stage are you Tay? You know that-”
“No, that’s not it at all” Adam cut him off, a look of understanding blooming across his face, causing Taylor to hide his own in his hands. “This isn’t him being turned on by the bonding. This is just him being turned on. You’re not jealous of me and Tommy being on stage together at all, are you Tay?”
Taylor shook his head, and brought his hands down to peak at his lovers, torn between embarrassment and horniness, with embarrassment winning for the time being.
“I, um...Adam do you remember on the plane to New Zealand, when you said you wanted to know what my fantasy’s were?”
A fond smile crossed Adam’s face and he nodded yes, keeping quiet to let Taylor talk.
“Well, one...” he shut his eyes tight “One of them is of you and Tommy on stage...watching you two on stage. Getting a little carried away I guess, and...” he sighed, shaking his head, feeling as if he were about to melt into a puddle of goo on the floor.
“Baby, I told you I wanted to fuck you in an airplane bathroom, you can tell me anything” Adam tried to coax, and Taylor snorted out a laugh.
“I fantasize about you and Tommy getting so wrapped up with each other on stage that you give him a blow job, and let me watch” he blurted out, and Tommy glanced at Adam, sharing a look, before he stalked over and pressed himself up into Taylor’s space.
“Do you want to watch us now Little One?” he asked, fingers caressing the soft skin of his bare hip, playing with the elastic of his boxer briefs, which sported a small wet spot on the front from where his hard on had leaked pre-cum throughout the evening. His flagging cock re-gained some of its lost hardness at the tone of Tommy’s voice, and the images his words projected into Taylor’s mind.
Nodded rapidly, he pointed to the table that had once been laden with makeup supplies that Sutan had helpfully cleaned away earlier. Seating himself in the chair he had placed against the wall, Taylor explained to the others.
“On there...I want to watch you blow Tommy while he’s on there” he said, shaking off the remains of his embarrassment and clinging to the fact that both Tommy and Adam seemed to be as aroused by the idea as he was.
Adam and Tommy both blew Taylor a kiss, and then, after locking gazes for an instant, were in their own little world, where no one but the two of them existed. Tommy played the coy part that he often used on stage, looking up at Adam through his fringe of hair, and Adam reached out and took hold of his throat with a gentle hand. Pulling Tommy him, Adam dominated Tommy’s mouth with his own, and grinned when he felt the bassist’s knees go weak for a moment. Grabbing him around the waist, he hefted Tommy up onto the table that Taylor had set up for them, and set to work shedding his own clothes while Tommy got rid of his shirt and boots. Once Adam was fully naked, he loomed over Tommy on the table, and bit into the side of his neck, scraping a little with his teeth, and making Tommy moan. The older man ran his hands over Adam’s dark hair, still thick with product and damp with sweat from the show, and scratched lightly at the base of his neck, accidentally digging his nails in when Adam bit his nipple unannounced. Adam smirked against his skin and did it again on the other side, before laving at it with the flat of his tongue to soothe away the sting.
Going at what Tommy felt was an unnecessarily slow pace, Adam worked his way down Tommy’s pale chest, nipping and sucking little marks along the way, until he reached his belly button, and swirled his tongue in it, getting a sharp noise out of Tommy, who bucked his hips up, and reached down to grip the side of the table he could reach.
Adam finally took pity on him, and popped open the button of his pants, pulling them down along with his boxers, leaving him exposed on the plastic table. Tommy began to shift impatiently as he felt two sets of eyes bore into him, watching his long, slender cock jutting out from his body, flushed a lovely pinkish red color, and oozing small drops from the tip. Adam took his time, enjoying the view, before palming his own leaking member a few times, before getting back to the task at hand.
With a cursory glance over at Taylor, who had stripped off his own underwear, and was leaning back in his chair, legs splayed out in front of him, and cock in hand, eyes never leaving the pair before him, Adam gracefully sunk to his knees, using his clothing as a pillow for them. He pulled Tommy forward until he was in a place that was easily accessible to Adam, and the older man shuddered when Adam blew lightly over his swollen and sensitive cock and balls. Following his own breath with his warm tongue, Adam laps over his balls, sucking each one gently into his mouth for a moment before finally gathering his saliva in his mouth, and dropping down over Tommy’s rock hard cock and swallowing it whole.
Tommy tried to arch up off the table and into the wet hot heat of Adam’s mouth, but his hips are stopped by strong hands on his hips, and Adam smirks around him as Tommy whines in frustration. Not one to be pushed, Adam takes his time, bobbing up and down, using his tongue to flick at the head and taste the salty pre-cum as Tommy moaned and wriggled beneath his ministrations. Pulling off for a second, and ignoring Tommy’s anguished moan of disapproval, Adam quickly sucked his own finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it briefly and then sucking just the head of Tommy’s flushed cock into his mouth as he worked his index finger inside Tommy’s ass. As his breathing began to intensify, and his fists clench and unclench convulsively, Tommy contracted his muscles around Adam’s digit, and let the sensations of gentle suction combined with the rapid thrusting of a finger inside of him push him over the edge. Mouth open in a silent cry, Tommy arched up off the table, despite Adam’s hold on him, as a powerful orgasm wracked his body, sending tiny aftershocks through his system even after he had emptied his load down Adam’s throat.
Adam quickly stood up once he had swallowed all Tommy had to give him, and started to jack his own cock harshly, grunting with the effort until he went rigid, and spent himself all over Tommy’s still heaving chest.
Taking a moment to catch his breath, Adam then helped Tommy to sit up, using one of their discarded pairs of underwear to gently wipe the quickly cooling cum from his chest.
“Mmm, sorry about that Glitterbaby, got a little carried away with myself” Adam apologised, appearing slightly contrite, even though both he and Tommy knew that Adam really thought it was hot, and that it would most definitely happen again. Tommy rolled his eyes and leaned up for a sweet kiss, which Adam happily gave, before he looked over to check on Taylor.
Taylor was still sprawled out on his chair, legs spread in front of him, but this time he had his head dropped back behind him, and his own streaks of cum on his chest and belly. Adam helped Tommy down off the table and both men moved over to check on their young lover.
“Alright there Little One?” Tommy asked, and Taylor picked up his head with what looked like a lot of effort, to give them a bleary smile.
“Can we do that again sometime?” he asked, voice hoarse, as he ran a hand over his face, wiping away a stream of sweat that ran from his hair.
Tommy bit his lip in an attempt not to crack up, and ended up just smiling at the oblivious young man. “Yeah, I think that would be doable”
Taylor smiled, and leaned into the touch when Adam stroked his hair. When the singer’s hand slipped down and over his chest though, a deep moan slipped from Taylor’s mouth and his eyes fluttered shut without his permission, and to everyone’s surprise, his flaccid cock, which had been resting against his thigh, started to twitch.
Adam looked down, and then back up at Taylor, whose face had gotten flushed again.
“Tay, don’t tell me baby...” Adam trailed off, and Taylor struggled to sit up a bit, taking a self inventory before looking up at Adam through his eyelashes, an apologetic smile on his face.
“Um, I think we need to...go another round?” He said, sounding almost like a question as he waited for Adam’s response to the fact that now, after a round of orgasms for all three of them, Taylor’s bond had decided to kick in with a flood of need, that would quickly transfer to uncomfortable symptoms for Taylor if he did not have Adam fairly quickly.
Tommy grinned and pulled Taylor up from the chair, before sitting down in his place.
“Excellent, my turn to watch then. Taylor, hop of on the table, Babyboy, start thinking happy thoughts, you’ve gotta get hard again”
Adam looked at Tommy, then Taylor, then Tommy again before throwing his head back and gazing at the ceiling and sighed.
“Well, there are definitely worse things that I guy could be forced to do with his time” Adam said, before turning a predatory glance to Taylor, who was lounging, naked and half hard, on the table nearby. “And if it takes some time to get raring to go again, I know just how I want to spend my time waiting” he said to Tommy, before turning and pouncing on Taylor, who let out an indignant squeak, which quickly turned to a moan as Adam started to...pass the time.