FIC: Apologize (Sequel to I’m trying to storm off...it doesn’t really work if you come with me)
Title: Apologize (Sequel to I’m trying to storm off...it doesn’t really work if you come with me)
Author: writer_ally
Word Count: ~3600
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Taydammy (Taylor Green/Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff)
Warnings: RPS Slash, language, angst
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!!!!
Authors Note: Hey guys! I’m so sorry for taking this horrendous an amount of time before posting again. It was Christmas, and then I was starting at a new school, and suddenly it’s February. Time truly got away from me and I apologize.
Now, on to business: This is going to be the last official part of this series that I write. It’s been amazing writing it, and I’m so glad that so many of you have enjoyed it as much as I have. Truth be told though, I have a different Taydammy plot bunny running around in my head that I want to play with for a while. I might (read: probably) write the occasional stand alone to go with this ‘verse, but this is the last official part of the series for now. In other exciting news, my friend, and very talented author Princess10388 is going to be writing a fic that is set in this ‘verse, so be on the lookout for that. I’ve read the bit that’s done already, and it is amazing! Thanks so much for sticking with me all this time guys, it’s been a blast. And be on the lookout for my next Taydammy fic, which is in the process of being written. Cheers!
Taylor was curled up in the den of Adam and Tommy’s house; the only light source coming from the small table lamp that sat on the old-fashioned desk in the corner. Taylor had come into the room after witnessing the spectacular blow-out between Adam and Tommy, and having his own words with Adam as well. He had sunk down into Tommy’s favourite chair and pulled the soft blue throw blanket from the back over his slight frame for comfort more than warmth. He had been lost in thought over why Adam was reacting the way he was. Taylor had thought he’d proven himself time and again to be a fairly mature and competent partner in their relationship, and it had been like being smacked in the face with a truck to learn that Adam did not seem to think so. What also upset Taylor was the fact that Tommy left. One of the things Taylor’s parents had always taught him was to never go to bed angry, and in his mind he had associated that with not leaving in the middle of an argument. Now, probably about an hour and a half later, he was curled up in the den feeling sorry for himself, confused at Adam, and upset with Tommy. That was not a good way to be feeling, and he did not want to feel that way anymore.
A look of determination crossed Taylor’s face, and he got up from the chair. Putting the blanket down in his now vacated spot, Taylor stretched briefly to get the blood flowing in his muscles again and then set out to find Adam and hash out whatever the hell was going on in that brain of his.
The search did not last long. Adam was still sitting in the living room where Taylor had left him. Since Adam had not noticed the young man approaching, Taylor took a moment to observe, and decide his best approach so as to not have another yelling match occur within the same two hour period. Adam was slumped over on the couch, looking deep in thought, with his brow furrowed so deeply Taylor worried for a brief moment that it might stay stuck that way. A small shift in his weight from one leg to the next had the floor creaking minutely, and Adam looked up to see Taylor watching him.
“Hey Little One” he said quietly, though his voice was tight, as if constrained with emotion.
“Hey” Taylor said back just as quietly “I was wondering if you wanted to talk yet?”
Adam nodded, so Taylor padded quietly into the room and sat down on the coffee table in front of Adam’s legs, crossing his own and leaning forward to rest his elbows to his knees, and his chin on his clasped hands. “So...” he trailed off, waiting for Adam to pick up where he had left off.
The singer sighed deeply and ran his hand over his tired eyes before looking sadly over to Taylor.
“This all got blown way out of proportion” Adam began, and Taylor nodded for him to continue “Tommy came home, and I was frustrated and nervous because you were seeing your parents for the first time since you’ve been out. I know how hard and scary that can be, so I said I wished I could have gone with you. Tommy disagreed, and I kinda blew up and said that you were still a child that we needed to protect” Adam admitted sheepishly.
Taylor nodded again and said “Yeah, that’s about when I came in”
“You are young Taylor, but you aren’t a child, you don’t need to be babied. I know that, I just, I want to keep you from ever having to be hurt”
“You know that’s not realistic right though Adam? I need to be able to live my own life, and make my own mistakes, or I’m never going to be able to function as my own person. What I need from you, and from Tommy, is to be able to catch me when I stumble, and put me back on track when I fall. That’s kind of what’s expected when you’re in a relationship. And I’ll do the same for the both of you, that’s how this works. I may be young but even I know that”
Adam winced at the slight dig that Taylor got in, but the younger man soothed it by sliding off the coffee table and into Adam’s lap, straddling his thighs and leaning down to place a gentle kiss on his plump lips. Adam wrapped his arms up around Taylor’s shoulders and pulled him close, both men just breathing deeply and enjoying being in each other’s embrace for a quiet spell.
“I didn’t mean to insult you, or make Tommy mad. I just...I don’t know”
“You love so fiercely, so loyally that you try and keep those you love under your thumb so that you can ensure they all stay safe” Taylor and Adam snapped apart at the sound of the third voice entering the room.
There in the doorway between the foyer and the living room stood Brad Bell, a.k.a Cheeks, with Tommy standing a few feet behind him, looking much more composed, though currently he was shooting an annoyed look at Brad.
“I swung by his place for a bit of slightly bias advice, and he insisted on coming back here with me to make sure we didn’t break up” Tommy explained dryly as he leaned on the wall, crossing his arms and one of his legs over the other, ready to wait and see what Brad had to say.
Taylor looked concerned at that statement though, and whipped his head back around to look at Adam.
“We were close to breaking up?” the alarm in his voice causing Adam to tighten his hold on the young man.
“No baby, no not at all. We had an argument; couples are allowed to argue, it doesn’t mean we’re going to break up” Adam soothed quickly, shooting a look over Taylor’s shoulder to Brad, who had an apologetic look on his face.
“Yeah, that’s right, I didn’t mean it like that, I just happen to know from personal experience how far up his own ass Adam’s head can get sometimes so I figured I’d lend a hand in prying it out for you guys. Y’all are too presh to let this get messed up from some little squabble” Brad said as he waltzed into the living room and plunked down next to Adam and Taylor, resting his head on Adam’s shoulder so that he could see Taylor’s face properly. “Don’t fret honey, Uncle Cheeks is gonna make things right”
Adam cleared his throat and looked over at Tommy, who was still leaning against the wall near the doorway.
“Why don’t we all sit down and try and talk this through?” he offered, blue eyes pleading with brown. Tommy nodded and settled into the chair across the room from the trio on the couch, as Taylor extricated himself from Adam’s lap and sat on Brad’s other side.
Taylor looked around for a minute at all the tense faces before he spoke up. “Um, ca-can I say something?” for some reason Taylor found himself looking at Brad, who smirked and nodded his head.
“Alright, Taylor has the floor, let him speak his piece” Brad announced to the room, causing Adam to smile indulgently as Tommy rolled his eyes.
“Well, I heard most of what you guys were fighting about” Taylor nodded to both Adam and Tommy “And really I’m not all that upset about it. I know I’m younger than both of you, and I’ve got more to learn, and I think Adam understands now that I don’t want him to be so overprotective that I never get hurt, I just want him to kiss it better if I do. The thing that upset me most was Tommy”
At that proclamation Tommy’s eyebrows shot up so that they were almost into his hairline, and a startled noise left his mouth.
“Me? I was defending you!” He exclaimed, and Brad cut him off quickly.
“Let him finish” he told Tommy sternly, piercing him with a stern gaze until he backed off.
Taylor slumped back against the couch and watched Tommy for a few moments as he decided what to say. Finally, as he felt his emotions from the day catching up to him, he choked out two words.
“You left”
Tommy’s eyes immediately widened as realization washed over him while Taylor continued, getting himself more and more worked up as he spoke.
“You could have gone anywhere else in the house and we would have left you alone. But you don’t just walk out like that! You can’t just run away from a fight because it got intense. You and Adam need to talk about what Brad was saying. Adam doesn’t want to hurt us, he wants to keep us safe the only way he knows how. If it gets overbearing we need to tell him and work out a way so that he feels we’re safe, and we don’t feel smothered. I’m the youngest one here, how am I the only one who sees that?!” Taylor exploded, finally getting off his chest what he had wanted to say from the time he had walked into the house earlier that day to hear his lovers fighting.
Brad scooted closer to Taylor and wrapped an arm around the boy, who was trembling with emotion. “Shh, you’re ok baby, they heard you” he murmured as Taylor blinked hard a few times to control himself.
Adam was shifting gaze back and forth from Taylor to Tommy, who was doing the same between Taylor and Adam. Tommy sighed and nodded his head a few times as he thought, running a hand through his hair a couple of times as he did.
“I know you’re not trying to be a bastard, it just kinda happens sometimes” Tommy said finally, and Adam broke into a rueful grin as he shook his head and got up to move over to his boyfriend, who continued to speak. “I can try and be less uptight about your need to control things”
Adam pulled the smaller man into his arms as he said “I know you don’t mean to be a nag about my need to control things, you just keep telling me over and over again because you don’t like it when I do it. I can try and relax a little and let whatever happens happen. I promise to be there no matter what the outcome”
Tommy smiled up at Adam and pushed himself up to lay a kiss on his lips. “That’s the most important part” he winked before re-attaching himself to Adam’s mouth in what was turning swiftly from an ‘apologetic’ kiss to a ‘making out and gonna need to get a room’ kiss.
Meanwhile, Brad was still holding Taylor, who was torn between looking relieved that his partners had exchanged, granted very few, words, and were now in the process of making up, and being annoyed that no one had responded to his anger at Tommy.
Brad however, leaned over and whispered in his ear.
“Remember what I said, they heard you. Just give them a minute to find their center and you’ll have your turn”
Taylor pulled in a slow, deep breath and let it out to try and sooth his frayed nerves and nodded to Brad, giving him a shy smile. He did not actually know the other man very well, other than a few brief encounters. Brad returned the gesture by pinching Taylor’s cheek and giving him a saucy kiss on the corner of his mouth and winking at him before standing up.
“Ahem, love birds, don’t forget your disgruntled little bonded over here” Brad said with a sunny voice that left Taylor taking his turn to shoot daggers at the tiny man. “Now, I believe my work here is done. I’ll be expecting my gifts of thanks in the mail any time now” he told them, before blowing a kiss at each of the men who were watching him, and then skipping back out of the house as quickly as he had entered it.
Tommy was the first to draw his gaze away from the door behind which Brad had disappeared, and pressed his forehead into Adam’s chest, re-centering himself and drawing strength from the bigger man, who pressed a kiss to the top of Tommy’s head and then gently nudged him towards Taylor. The young dancer still sat on the couch, and Tommy perched next to him, leaning over to try and catch his eye.
“Little One? Can you look at me while I talk to you please?” he requested, and while Taylor thought about being petulant, he did turn and meet Tommy’s gaze somewhat reluctantly. “You’re upset that I left the house huh?” Taylor nodded, and he crossed his arms defensively around his middle. “I told you I just wanted to get out before I said something we would all regret”
“You don’t leave the house. It was a stupid fight. For something huge I would get needing to leave, but over this? Over me? You could have just as easily went out back, or to the studio or wherever the hell else in the house and it would have had the same effect on you. For us though, we had to watch you walk out of the house, and not know if you were coming back” Taylor told him, cursing to himself when a tear leaked free from his eyes.
Tommy hummed sympathetically and wrapped an arm around Taylor’s waist, mentally cheering when Taylor didn’t pull away. “I told you I was coming back baby. I couldn’t leave you, either of you. I love you too damn much. I’m sorry I scared you into thinking I wouldn’t come back, but I can’t promise I won’t do it again. My default is to run when things get too intense. I’ll try and work on it, but for now the best I can do it promise you I’ll always come back alright?” Tommy asked, a small amount of the desperation he was feeling leaking out into his voice.
Taylor sat motionless for a moment before throwing himself into Tommy’s arms and burying his face in the older man’s neck. Tommy smiled and wrapped his arms tight around the boy, and motioned with his head to Adam, who slid in behind Taylor and wrapped his long arms around both of his boys.
As soon as Adam’s skin brushed against Taylor’s, a shiver ran through the smaller man, and Tommy smirked.
“Perfect timing there” he muttered, laughing when Taylor swiped half-heartedly at him as he let out a moan in reaction to Adam licking a hot stripe up his neck. Tommy joined in the fun and started to press wet, open mouthed kisses down Taylor’s neck, moving his shirt out of the way to gain access to his shoulder.
Finally, Adam just stripped the shirt off of Taylor, removing his own in the process while Taylor rid Tommy of his shirt as well. Then Taylor turned around to properly kiss Adam while Tommy struggled out of his pants and underwear, his cock already half hard as he watched his lovers fight for dominance in a wet, frantic kiss. Taylor gained the upper hand quickly, using his leverage to push Adam into leaning back on the couch so he could straddle Adam’s thighs, catching lips between sharp teeth and gently tugging, then switching to sucking a hickey into the sensitive skin of his jaw. Just when Taylor was reaching down to cup Adam’s bulge in his hand, Tommy pulled the younger man back into his lap and started working his hand down Taylor’s pants instead.
Adam was surprised by the sudden change of events, but quickly re-focused and helped Tommy remove Taylor of the pesky burden of his pants and underwear. Taylor was running his hands over any skin surface he could get his hands on, and letting his appreciation be heard loud and clear as Adam gave a smirk as the only warning before plunging down and taking Taylor’s semi-hard cock down to the hilt in one swallow. Tommy moaned at the sight as well, and reached down passed Taylor to pet Adam’s hair with one hand, the other busy playing with Taylor’s nipples until the young dancer was squirming and panting with pleasure.
Just as abruptly as Adam had taken Taylor’s cock in his mouth he released it, he grabbed Taylor by the hips, hard enough to bruise, and yarded him down a few feet, and flipped him around as if he weighed nothing at all. Taylor found himself dick to face with Tommy’s lap, and quickly used that position to his advantage, using one hand to steady Tommy’s member as he licked slowly, teasingly around the head and through the slit before laving all around to get it wet all over. Tommy started to tug on Taylor’s hair in desperation, and Taylor was going to put him out of his misery and put Tommy’s whole dick in his mouth when Adam’s finger breached him with no warning.
“Holy shit” Taylor swore, thrusting back onto the slicked finger, looking over his shoulder at Adam to ask “Where the hell did you find lube?” before turning his attention back to Tommy and the task at hand there.
Adam and Tommy both chuckled and Tommy managed to choke out that they kept a few bottles of lube and condoms stocked around the house in case of emergencies such as these, then trailed off again as Taylor deep throated him beautifully; a skill that Tommy had taught Taylor himself.
Adam had Taylor prepped in no time, had stripped off the rest of his clothes, put on a condom, and was lined up to push into his sweet, tight hole before Taylor even registered what was happening. Tommy pulled Taylor up off his cock so that he wouldn’t choke when Adam thrust into him, and moaned in tandem with Adam and Taylor as Adam sunk slowing into Taylor, bottoming out quickly and holding there until Taylor thrust back against him and took Tommy’s cock back into his mouth, renewing his efforts and bobbing his head up and down even faster. Adam let Taylor regain his rhythm with Tommy for a moment before he settled his hands on slender hips and started to thrust into him at a punishing pace. Brushing against Taylor’s prostate on almost every thrust, Taylor was moaning almost continually, which was causing wonderful vibrations on Tommy’s overly sensitive cock.
“Oh god, Tay, fuck so good baby, you’re so beautiful” Tommy rambled, his hands in Taylor’s hair, and their eyes locked together as Taylor hollowed his cheeks one last time, the suction enough to put Tommy over the edge. A loud grunt and the brief tightening of hands in his hair was all the warning Taylor got before he got a mouthful of cum, which he swallowed down happily, going back to gentle licks and sucks of Tommy’s rapidly deflating cock, which twitched now only when Taylor hit a particularly sensitive spot.
Once Tommy was completely spent, he shifted his hips out of Taylor’s grasp, and got up on his knees, leaning over Taylor to kiss Adam while the singer kept up his fast pace with Taylor. Tommy sat back down on his heels and watched as Adam pulled Taylor’s hips in a slightly different way that had him gasping in pleasure. Taylor snuck his own hand back between his legs, and started to tug at his cock in strokes that matched the ones Adam was giving his ass, and in mere moments he was shouting his release and his muscles were clenching so hard that it tipped Adam over the edge as well, as he spilled over into the condom, and fell down over Taylor’s bare and heaving back.
Tommy slid down and pulled Taylor into his arms on the couch, while Adam quickly disposed of the condom in the kitchen garbage, and came back with a washcloth to wipe off his tired lovers. Both men murmured appreciably as the cool cloth wiped them clean, though they grumbled again when Adam got them both up and started to walk them up the stairs to their bedroom.
“Come on my loves, that couch is not big enough for three grown men to sleep on at the same time. And even if we did all fit, none of our backs would be happy about it in the morning” he said with a quiet laugh as Taylor and Tommy stumbled naked up the stairs in front of him, both mumbling and tripping a few times.
As soon as they got into the bedroom though, both men fell gracefully into the bed, leaving room for Adam in the middle, a place he took quite happily. All three men snuggled in together, letting Tommy pull the blankets up high around them as they felt the pull of sleep luring them in. Taylor leaned across Adam’s bare chest and kissed Tommy soundly, cupping his cheek softly and whispering to him “Don’t leave”
Tommy closed his eyes briefly, and when they opened they were glistening with unshed tears. Looking up at Adam, who held him tightly and gave him all the love and support he needed in one simple glace, and then over to Taylor who looked so young and vulnerable in that moment, but had a quiet strength behind his eyes. Knowing that he could never voluntarily leave this perfect couple he kissed Adam, and kissed Taylor again before he said the words they both wanted to hear.
“I won’t leave. I’m right here, I promise”