GlitterGasm - Part 2 (Chapter 1)

[yukisherry]

 



Part II - Fairies and Monsters

They were a couple of takes in, and it looked like the party had dissolved into fairy-induced groping and tongue-fucking. Sasha seemed pleased. She gave little directive, merely encouraging everyone, and the extras were having fun with the relative free reign. Brad and Sutan were rating the boys on a scale of ‘okay but boring’ to ‘holy mother of fuck brilliant’ to decide which ones to invite back and feature in another film. Or something. Adam had lost track of their conversation about ten minutes ago.

Terrance was dancing on a tabletop, showing off some very impressive moves, while Tommy posed in the background, a group of men gathered around him and The Pink Penis Pillar, worshipping the blond’s glitter-painted skin with licks and kisses. Adam hadn't been called to assist again, not yet, but he had a feeling it wouldn't be too long. Tommy was stealing glances at him every now and then, and a thinly-veiled smile appeared on his lips whenever he caught Adam staring. Which was all the time, really.

He couldn't help it.

And by this point, Adam did not care that he was openly perving on the scene in front of him. (If anyone asked, he blamed Brad’s bad influence.)

When Sasha called cut and ordered a different light set up for the next scene, causing Zac and Lisa to hurry over, most of the actors broke apart, some of them laughing, some of them looking a wee bit embarrassed. For his part, Tommy gently extricated himself from his co-stars. Adam waited for his cue, sure that the blond was going to wave him over. But instead, Tommy walked towards where Sasha was sitting and talking to Cam. In that moment, worry crept up on him. He felt let down. Had he read the situation all wrong?

Tommy said something to Sasha which Adam didn’t catch, but there was no doubt what it had been about when she deliberately raised her megaphone back to her lips with a wicked grin to reply: “Fine, Tommy. Go enjoy your new plaything!” She turned in her director’s chair to wink at Adam.

Brad snorted, Sutan gave a delighted evil-witch cackle, and Adam had the good grace to blush under his freckles.

Tommy clapped his hands together in an over-exaggerated thank-you gesture, matching Sasha’s grin.

“It’s like working with children, honestly,” she commented, and shook her head in amusement. General noises of approval sounded around the room when she announced a fifteen minute break. Tommy beamed at her. He then cheerfully beckoned to Adam.

I guess that’s the cue I’ve been waiting for, then.

Out of the folding chair without a second glance at his friends, Adam crossed the short distance in measured strides, all too aware that if he rushed, Sutan and Brad would tease him endlessly for being oh-so-eager. Not that he actually thought he was fooling anyone, what with the hard-on pressing against the front of his jeans the way it did. Adam mentally rolled his eyes at himself.

When he came to a stop in front of Tommy, Sasha and Cam, he was ready to pounce on the cutie and suck cock like his career depended on it (it kind of did, after all). The fact that the girls would get a close-up show didn't deter him in the slightest, but Tommy managed to surprise him before he could do so much as think of sliding to his knees.

A slender arm snaked around his waist, and Tommy leaned in against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Instinctively, Adam slipped his own arm behind the smaller man’s back, fingers coming to rest over the curve of Tommy’s hipbone. The blond proceeded to nuzzle his cheek against Adam’s shirt. Perplexed, Adam looked down at the top of Tommy’s head, unable to do anything but stare.

Cuddling? Really?

Okay, not what Adam had thought was going to happen here, but he couldn't say he minded having a butt-naked prettyboy plastered all over him. His dick, however, begged to disagree: ‘action now, afterglowing later,’ it insisted. In his mind, Adam told it to shut the fuck up.

Tommy, meanwhile, seemed to be having a silent conversation with Sasha, which consisted of raised eyebrows and the fingers of his free hand wriggling in the air, a questioning look and a slight tilt of his chin. Sasha seemed to understand perfectly, as she immediately dropped her gaze to consult the piece of paper stuck to the side of her armrest. It seemed to be a very condensed script or maybe a schedule, either way Adam could not make out any details from his vantage point. Plus, he had just noticed Tommy’s crotch, full erection included, pressed snugly to his thigh, which was a whole new level of distracting. His hand tightened on the boy’s hip.

Then Sasha looked up at Tommy, and nodded. Adam felt Tommy give one last cat-like rub of his cheek, probably adding more glitter to what Brad had already left sticking there, before the blond finally lifted his eyes.

“Alright, babyboy, let’s go.” Tommy smiled and shifted his weight away to set off towards the back of the studio, past the set and the cables and the lights. Adam wanted to ask what was going on and where and why, but his body was following Tommy’s without question, and the point suddenly seemed moot. He would find out soon enough.

Tommy led them behind a couple of painted partitions to a place that seemed to be used during downtime, or for changing costumes, Adam thought. Most of the space was taken up by a large comfy-looking couch, which had a messenger bag and what appeared to be a change of clothes piled on one side. Tommy went right for the bag, rummaged in it, and came up with… a bottle of lube?

Adam stared.

Lube could mean many things. But his mind jumped at once to the (admittedly, under the circumstances very unlikely) scenario that had Tommy - beautiful, naked, delicious Tommy - spread out on the couch with Adam on top of him, inside him, moving in a rhythm that-

Adam swallowed.

Tommy caught his wide-eyed look and read it all wrong: he held up his hand, placating, “I need to prep for the next scene. I can do it myself, if you don’t want to, don’t worry. But I’d like you to hang around so we can play a little before I need to go back out and perform, okay?”

“No.”

Tommy froze, looking puzzled. “No?”

“I mean, I want to do it,” Adam hastened to say, and clarified, “the… uhm. The prep.”

“Oh,” Tommy glanced down at his hand, then up again, smirking. “Think fast.”

Adam caught the bottle. And within a split second, he had Tommy pressed down against the upholstery, the other man giggling and instantly pliant under Adam’s wider frame.

Suddenly Tommy’s face was so close Adam thought they were going to kiss, and although Tommy - now silent - was not moving away, he was not leaning in either, simply looking up at him with these beautiful brown eyes, waiting. Adam pulled back, remembering… this was a job.

He flipped the cap of the bottle open one-handed and poured a generous amount into his palm, watching Tommy watching him. There was a hesitancy in Tommy’s gaze he had not encountered before, and he seemed on the verge of saying something, so Adam took a long moment to warm the gel in his hand, giving Tommy the time to get out whatever it was he needed to. Tommy averted his eyes, and his voice reached Adam’s ears in a whisper. “Be gentle, please?”

The request made Adam pause, or rather, the fact that Tommy had tensed up and looked like he regretted opening his mouth. Tommy didn't know him, he didn't know that Adam was a considerate lover who would never hurt someone if they did not ask for it, and even then he never got into the hard stuff - he was pretty vanilla, basically. But what it came down to was that he had just met Tommy a couple hours ago, and the blond had no reason to trust Adam not to hurt him. Yet it had obviously taken Tommy some effort to let the I’m-cool-with-everything-you-can-dish-out attitude slide. Even more alarmingly, he was avoiding Adam’s eyes, clearly embarrassed. Adam reminded himself that Tommy was a porn star, that he had been in the industry for some time, and with it came the inkling that the boy might have experienced some shit in the past which made him act this way. Adam made a decision right there.

“Tommy, if there’s anything you want me to do, or don't want me to do, you need to tell me. I’m here to make you feel good, right? This, between us, isn’t about performing for the camera; this is about what you like. No script, no pressure. Just you and me. Understand?”

Tommy looked at him then, expression unreadable. “Okay,” he mumbled, and, “Thanks.”

Adam wanted to make sure the message had gotten through, but something told him that Tommy had reached his limit, and pushing the issue would not be appreciated. Thus, Adam tried to get back on track.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking, what’s your next scene going to be like?” He asked, partly because he thought it would lighten the mood (because talking about fairies tended to have that effect on people), and partly because he really was curious about what he should expect. Tommy visibly relaxed, his relief at the change of topic palpable. His smile was back in place, too.

“You mean, who’s going to have the honour of riding this sweet ass?” He gave a mischievous wiggle of said body part, or at least tried to, but with Adam’s knees snugly pressed to either side of his hips, his range of movement was significantly restricted. That didn't stop him from batting his eyelashes at Adam though. Which he did.

Playing cutie-pie again, are we. Alright.

Adam raised an eyebrow, shrugging, the picture of nonchalance. “I don’t know, doesn’t look like much of an ass from where I’m standing.”

Tommy gaped, scandalised.

Adam tried to keep a straight face. He succeeded for about five seconds. At his grin, Tommy gave a most put-upon sigh, and pouted. “Well then maybe you should check out the merchandise down there. A close-up inspection might prove you wrong.”

It sounded- it sounded like a line from a porno, and yet, Tommy delivered it in such an endearing way that Adam wasted no time and played along. Pursing his lips like he was thinking about it deeply, he acquiesced: “You know, I think you’re right. I should get a closer look before judging.”

Adam scooted down, freeing the legs trapped underneath him. He let his fingers skitter over Tommy’s sides, earning a small giggle. Ticklish? I’ll have to explore that…later.

Tommy let one leg fall down from the couch, foot resting on the floor, while he folded the other close to his chest. No sign of shyness. Without thought, Adam’s hand found a pale thigh, encouraging Tommy to spread even farther for him. He was careful not to smudge the blue glitter paint. (Sutan had informed him that Jeni did the facial make-up today, but that it was he who was responsible for Terrance’s and Tommy’s special fairy ‘costume’. He had also, in no uncertain terms, told Adam that he would regret it very, very much indeed if he destroyed his masterpiece. Adam believed him. Sutan could be a scary son of a bitch if he wanted to.)

The lube was slick and warm when it touched Tommy’s exposed hole. Adam’s fingers gently rubbed at the ring of muscles, teasing, slipping just a fingertip in and out. Adam’s other hand ran from Tommy’s ass along the underside of his thigh to the soft bend of his knee, marvelling at the smooth skin and raising goose bumps in his wake. It didn't take long for the blond to melt under the ministrations. An appreciative humming noise vibrated in Tommy’s chest. Eyes half-closed, head tilted back on the armrest of the couch, he purred like a kitten. Adam felt his gaze drawn to Tommy’s cock, flushed, full and dark, resting against his belly and begging for some attention. Adam’s mouth watered. His finger slipped deeper inside velvety heat with slow strokes and he repositioned himself so he could lick up the shaft easily. The blonde’s hips twitched when Adam’s lips found red hot skin again and again. There was intimacy here, in this little partitioned-off room, and it weighed down on them like a blanket, making the outside world seem unimportant and far away. Adam needed something to distract him from the blood rushing in his ears, and the press of his cock against too-tight denim. He stayed right where he was so that his lips brushed Tommy’s cock when he spoke.

“You still didn’t answer my question.”

The comment caused Tommy to give him a confused look down the length of his body. He wore the cutest little frown Adam had ever seen. “The movie, your upcoming scene,” he prompted, his bottom lip dragging against Tommy. Hips quivered with the strain to keep still, and he whimpered when Adam’s mouth moved just out of reach. His finger pushed in a little deeper this time, up to the hilt, and Tommy’s breath stuttered out unevenly with Adam moving inside him, finding that spot that made him shiver.

“Oh,” Tommy gasped, and bit his lip. Looking torn, he stared at the ceiling like it held the answers to the questions of the universe. His hands found Adam’s shoulders, and then he began, tentatively, to move into the rhythm Adam had started. No longer able to deny either of them, Adam took Tommy into his mouth, delicious sweet suction all the way down. Tommy cursed quietly, grip tightening. Adam felt just a tiny bit smug. To his surprise, Tommy finally started talking, breathless and rambling.

“It’s gonna be Terrance,” Tommy panted, eyes unfocused. “Fairy-on-fairy action. Heh. Terrance is good, you’ll see. Uhm, Taylor is gonna be there too, I thi- ah!” Tommy lost his train of thought the moment Adam’s throat contracted around him; a little trick Adam loved and that always, always got a reaction. Tommy had his hands clenched on Adam’s shoulders, and he was back to worrying his bottom lip, eyes shut tightly. Adam eased off a little, keeping just the head of his cock between his lips, tonguing the slit while he pulled out of Tommy’s ass to grope for more lube. He went back to work with two fingers, careful, but Tommy took them easily.

There was an urgency to the roll of the blonde’s hips that drove Adam crazy with want, and the steady leak of precum encouraged him to suck harder, go further, to get more of that taste, and he might have been humping the couch a bit, not that the friction was anywhere near enough what he needed. He added a third finger, long sure strokes just at the right angle that had Tommy thrashing his head from side to side, trembling.

“Adam.” Tommy’s voice broke on the name. It was possibly the most beautiful thing Adam had ever heard, and he rewarded the other man by curling his fingers again, staying buried inside him. Tommy throbbed in his mouth. “Adam! Ungh. Stop. Adam, stop.”

Adam popped off with a wet noise, a strand of saliva still connecting his bottom lip to the tip of Tommy’s erection. “What is it, baby?”

Tommy looked at him, incredulous, eyes wide and panicky, flushed pink to the tips of his ears. He seemed to have swallowed his tongue, and like a fish out of water, his mouth opened and closed without a sound. He pushed at Adam’s shoulder weakly, as if that was supposed to mean anything, and with a bit of reluctance, Adam gave him some space. Tommy took the opportunity to disentangle himself completely, but before Adam had time to worry if he had done something wrong, Tommy grabbed him by the wrist and kept him close with an almost apologetic tug. He planted a quick kiss to Adam’s cheek before he turned and set both feet on the floor, reaching over the edge of the couch to a box of tissues Adam had previously failed to notice. He came back to wipe the residual lube off Adam’s hand. “You’re going to be the death of me, you know,” Tommy grumbled, addressing the now clean hand. Adam looked back and forth between his palm and Tommy’s profile, dumbfounded. He was this close to pinning the blond under him again and going back to what he had been doing, because really, there was no reason… Someone called Tommy’s name.

Oh. Maybe there was. Shit.

I’m so dumb. I totally forgot the others are waiting! Damn. And now Tommy needs to leave. Double damn.

As if Tommy could read his mind, he got up, and beckoned to him. “What are you waiting for, come on.” He smiled. Adam gulped.

“Uh. I’ll be out in a minute?”

Minute? Just need a fucking second alone with my hand, that’s all. Or you know, Tommy can stand there and watch if that’s what he wants, but I’m not going out there all…

Tommy eyed him, head tilted to the side. He took in his dishevelled state, the bottle of lube and the tissues, and finally his gaze landed on the treacherous hand that was inching towards Adam’s zipper.

“Oh no, babyboy. No. You’re coming with me.” His tone was decisive, and maybe a little bit evil.

“Tommy,” Adam whined. But at Tommy’s insistent “Adam, now,” he let his hand flop away, and got up on shaky legs. This job was torture.

He latched onto the smaller man and together they made their way back towards the set.

“By the way, I stand by my first assessment. You have no ass.”

“Oh really?” Tommy snorted.

“Yep.” He waited a beat before explaining, “You’re tiny, and your butt is even tinier. I guess it’s not your fault it’s practically nonexistent. On the bright side, it helps with the whole playing-a-fairy thing. They’re tiny, assless people, I hear.” Adam made what he hoped would pass as a mournful expression. After all, the news of not having an ass should be delivered with the appropriate sympathy.

Tommy looked at him, face blank. Adam counted down the seconds, one, two, three… and there it was, the grin he had aimed for, and they shared a chuckle, which was lost in the general commotion around them. Adam got a punch in the arm for his trouble. Though he guessed that was simply Tommy’s way of saying he approved of the joke.



Back in the chair next to Brad, Adam watched with a sense of trepidation as Terrance climbed onto the tabletop again, only this time, Tommy joined him. He felt like watching would not help the capital letter Situation in his pants, but he couldn't find the strength to avert his eyes, either. Sasha gestured, the sound system switched on, and naked but for the sparkly body paint which reflected the light in green and blue fire, they danced.

Adam could tell that Terrance was the more experienced of the two - his precisely timed twists and turns, no, the whole flow of his movements hinted at professional training - but Tommy made up for his lack thereof through absolute trust in the other man’s guidance; he melted into Terrance’s shape like it was the most natural thing.

They writhed against each other, Terrance’s dark skin in beautiful contrast to Tommy’s paleness.

Somewhere in the periphery of his vision, Adam knew the extras were getting more and more frisky, although to him, their bodies blended into an indistinguishable mass behind the main act. He didn't spare them a second glance.

Adam watched spellbound as Terrance used his hold on Tommy’s hips to twirl him around abruptly, fast and dizzying, exactly to the beat of the song that was playing. Now they were front to back, with the blond grinding his ass against his co-stars' naked dick, mouth open, like he couldn't wait for what was to come next. It was then that Taylor, wearing nothing but a tight pair of boxer briefs, stepped away from the group he had been canoodling with, and strutted (with a dancer’s grace Adam wouldn't have given him credit for upon their first meeting) to the glitter-dusted table the other two were occupying.

When Taylor came to a stop in front of the pair, mindful that he was not blocking the camera, he planted his hands on the table’s edge, a lopsided smirk tugging at his lips as he locked eyes with Terrance. Following some unspoken signal, the younger man hopped up, landing within a hair’s breadth of the dancing couple. The transition was seamless. Snakelike, he glided up to his full height, and he moved, a puppet on a string, connected to them, but not touching anywhere. That is, until Terrance placed his palm against the back of Tommy’s neck, and suddenly forced him forward, bending him at the waist. Taylor took a step back to accommodate the blond’s upper body stretched between them and grabbed a fistful of bleached hair right above where Terrance still had a hold on him. It looked like Tommy wouldn't have been able to escape the two of them if he had wanted to, his ass tilted up against Terrance, his face held in position at Taylor’s crotch.

The white bangs hid his expression, and Adam felt an ugly stab in his gut.

He did not know if the urge to rip his glitterbaby from their clutches was out of worry for Tommy, or because a darker, more domineering side of him had taken over… that same jealous, seething hot thing that made him think of Tommy as ‘his glitterbaby’ already.

But before Adam could get lost in this line of thought, Tommy’s arms came up around Taylor’s thighs, hands resting on a butt cheek each, holding him close and nuzzling at the bulge in his underwear. Adam could see his face again. Blissed-out and wanting, puffing short little pants against the hard dick that was hiding behind stretched-tight black cloth. He mouthed along the length, looking like he was starving for the lollipop treat to be unwrapped so he could finally give it all his attention.

In short, he embodied a picture-perfect little fairy cockslut.

Something loosened inside Adam’s belly at the sight, another part of him got even harder, and there still remained a growling noise in his head that he tried his best to ignore. The latter became easier the longer he focused on Tommy, and Tommy alone.

The light that caught on the designs of blue glitter on his skin was mesmerizing, Adam thought, believing that he could watch the play of it all day. He was proven wrong when the pulsing ache of his erection drove him to distraction.

Closing his eyes for a moment to shut it all out, Adam was tempted to bite his nails - even though that was all sorts of gross - but he seriously needed to occupy his hands somehow before he threw common sense to the wind and started jerking off in front of everyone. He felt Brad’s gaze burn a hole in the side of his head, and he unconsciously shifted in his chair to get away from those laser beams that knew him so well. He regretted it immediately, as the movement came with the realisation that he was leaking precum inside his jeans. No doubt about it: that familiar warm moisture he felt? Which would turn into chafing stiffness once it dried? Precum. And he had gone commando. Shit. With his luck, the spot would seep through for all the world to see.

Awesome.

He kind of wanted to cry.

Meanwhile, Tommy’s fingers had curled into the material of Taylor’s briefs, and with the beat of the song, he had ripped them away, baring the younger man’s pert ass to the camera.

Adam, who had resigned himself to the fate of public ridicule, opened his eyes to find Taylor not wasting any time in pushing his dick down Tommy’s throat. Terrance proceeded by kicking the blonde’s feet further apart and sliding one hand around to probe at the entrance Adam had prepared.

Surreptitiously pressing the heel of his palm into his lap - just to relive the insane pressure for one second, damn - he marvelled at their control, as the music continued to direct the thrusts of their hips and rolls of their bodies. The flex of Terrance’s dark glitter-adorned thighs threw sparks of green light into the room. Even when he parted Tommy’s cheeks for his cock and buried himself inside him with one smooth stoke, neither he nor Taylor broke the pace of their dance.

And Tommy - well Tommy simply hung between them, stuffed full, being used, and letting his balance completely depend on their hands holding him in place. Pure abandon, that was what he looked like.

It hit Adam then, in a way it hadn't before, that he was looking at a freaking porn star, one with experience, doing this. Doing his job. Their interaction was perfectly choreographed. It was meant to be for the audience’s pleasure. It was also meant to look like Tommy loved being their bitch, apparently.

The words from the break room came back to Adam, the plea for gentleness, the confusion and shame on Tommy’s face. The memory went down his back like a bucket of ice water.

He could not look away from the threesome if his life depended on it, but he was suddenly much more aware that he was watching a roleplay, a beautiful, artsy, but nonetheless paid-for and delivered show. He finally managed to lift his hand away from his crotch, too. His hard-on had not wilted in the slightest, and Adam doubted it would any time soon, but he had gained a new sense of clarity that helped him get his impulses under control.

The thing was, Tommy looked amazing. Caught up in the seduction of the music, trapped by the desire of others, he seemed the most willing and responsive toy anyone could ask for. He took whatever they gave him, and said thank you, if not in so many words, then with the arch and twist of his body.

Adam understood that it must have been the ability to look like this for the camera that made Tommy successful, that this was what made him good at his job. Playing the hot, submissive cockslut. He wondered how much of it was fake, and what Tommy actually liked, what his private lovers got to see. The thought that Tommy might have been performing for him, too, when he was fluffing, came unbidden.

Maybe I’ll know the difference one day.

The rhythmic slap of bodies moving against each other was drowned out by the beat thumping in Adam’s ears. Sooner than he expected, the music cut off. Bewildered, he watched as the actors stopped moving. They were not done, but they stayed in their positions. Taylor cracked a grin, obviously breaking character and shifting his weight from foot to foot, which Tommy responded to by swatting at his leg, mouth still wrapped around his dick. Terrance, on the other hand, only shook his head, like he wanted to reprimand them but knew it was pointless. It took Adam a moment to figure out that they were waiting for Camilla, who inched closer, fiddling with her camera, before giving them the go-ahead.

They started again, Terrance sure and steady behind Tommy, and Taylor with his head thrown back, moving in counterpoint. The music, however, did not come back on. The lack of it made the slurping sounds that escaped Tommy all the louder, and the smack-smack-smack of his ass against Terrance’s groin sounded obscene even with all the background noise coming from the extras.

Taylor pulled off while holding Tommy’s head secure with one hand, the other busy striping his cock. It didn't take long for his spunk to hit Tommy in the face, who did not even blink, let alone flinch. Adam’s eyes were glued to the fluid sliding down his cheek to the corner of his mouth, and down further to his chin. Taylor tilted Tommy’s face towards the camera, and somewhere in the back of Adam’s head, he was grateful that this picture was captured for all eternity. Because, damn.

When Terrance was satisfied that Camilla had gotten the frame she wanted, he released his grip on the back of Tommy’s neck, allowing him to rise. He braced one arm across Tommy’s chest as if to help him stay upright, and he splayed his fingers apart, dark against the whiteness of the skin underneath. Taylor sank to his knees before them, with his head resting against Tommy’s upper thigh, like a satisfied kitten. He circled Tommy’s weeping cock with his hand, and pumped, lazy at first but gaining in momentum as Terrance’s thrusts changed to hard fast strokes that scraped over Tommy’s sweet spot more often than not, dragging delicious shudders out of him every time.

Adam chewed on his bottom lip, curling his hands into fists so that his nails bit into the flesh of his palm. He concentrated on keeping his breathing even, and reminded himself of Brad sitting next to him. He had an inkling that this was going to get complicated if he ran out of the room on the first day at the job without an explanation.

“Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll get used to it,” Brad whispered, making Adam jump in his seat. He glanced over to see his friend pointedly looking at his bulge, and ha! - wet spot!

Adam groaned, fighting the blush rising to his face. “I don’t know about that,” he whispered back. “This is torture,” he added. His pain was greeted with an insolent grin.

“All in the name of spreading beauty and happiness around the world, baby.” Brad winked. Adam spluttered, searched for a response, and failed. Brad just waved in the general direction of the set, as if to say, ‘watch this’.

Tommy gasped, a series of sounds that were delicious and broken, and then with his eyes going unfocused, or maybe focusing on something in the distance, he came, painting his belly. It was truly a sight to see. But the moment of bliss remained short-lived as Terrance bent him over again, and pulled out to spill his seed over Tommy’s back. When he let go, Tommy collapsed into Taylors arms, spent and boneless.

“Cut!” Sasha exclaimed, clearly pleased.

A cheer went around the room, and Adam heard someone yell: “Triple Tee have done it again!” A chorus of repetitions answered.

Adam mouthed to Brad; ‘Triple Tee?’

“Tommy, Terrance, Taylor, three times Tee, Triple Tee. A winning combination,” he explained proudly, before getting up to saunter over to Cam and Sasha, chirping his approval. Which left Adam sitting in his chair, with nowhere to hide and no one to keep him company.

He examined the spot where precum had darkened his denim, and wished fervently for a rock to crawl under, or at least an invisibility cape.

Sutan, however, bless him, had something even better - a real solution. Showing up at his side with a… was that leather? Anyway, he had a pair of black pants slung over his arm that looked to be about Adam’s size. He smacked it into Adam’s chest.

“Girl, don’t be a pussy. Go change.”

Adam took the pants. He turned to Sutan with watery eyes.

“I love you.”

“I know.”

“Seriously.”

“I know.”

Holding the garment in front of him to preserve what was left of his dignity, Adam went in search of a bathroom to change in. And maybe take care of the insistent - no.

Lambert, get a grip. The last thing you need today is somebody walking in on you - and with your luck, that’s what’s going to happen.

His consolatory thought was that he would be home soon.



As it turned out, Adam survived the first day at his new job (despite the hard-on from hell).

Once shooting wrapped, he lingered. He was unsure at what point fluffers where supposed to leave, and returned to the set wearing the shiny black pants Sutan had given him. They weren't necessarily something Adam would have picked out for himself, but they fit, tightly, and he had to admit they made his ass look great. And now that he had calmed down a bit, he did not need to worry about poking someone’s eye out anymore.

Blue balls, though. I blame Tommy.

Adam found the techs putting away the equipment, the actors were disappearing into the showers, and Jeni and Sutan were busy removing the paint from both Terrance and Tommy in a corner. Brad was nowhere to be seen. Shrugging to himself, Adam joined the little group at the make-up chairs.

Tommy, who was half-covered with his terrycloth robe while Sutan worked on his arm, noticed him first, and smiled softly.

“Hey babyboy. I thought you might’ve run off without saying goodbye.”

Adam smiled back. “I wouldn’t.” He tousled Tommy’s already messy hair, before realising that this was probably out of line. Tommy did not seem to mind, though.

“You should let me dress you up more often, honey,” Sutan piped in, giving an exaggerated leer at Adam’s assets that the new pants showed off all too well. Tommy’s eyes, too, raked over him, and Adam hoped his dick would behave and not take an interest in all the attention that people where throwing its way. He made a noncommittal sound, because, really, he did not want to discuss why he had needed a different pair of pants in the first place.

Thankfully, Sutan took over the conversation from there, talking about a fashion show Cassidy and him wanted to check out during the upcoming week. Adam got lost watching Sutan dunk cotton pad after cotton pad into a clear, if slightly soapy liquid and running it along Tommy’s arm, collecting blue glitter and foundation.

Ultimately, the long sweeps revealed not simply pale skin like Adam had imagined, but dark lines and colours that slowly formed, like shadows out of fog, the faces of horror movie villains. Adam couldn't be sure, he himself was not a fan of the genre by a long shot, but he thought he recognised most of them. A voice ripped him out of his reverie.

“You like?”

Tommy was looking at his own arm, flexing to see the tattoos move. Sutan had fallen silent, too, and they were apparently waiting for an answer from Adam.

Uh-oh. Tricky question.

He took a moment to order his thoughts. He did like the way the dark images set off Tommy’s perfect skin, but why the motif had to be Things That Keep Me Up At Night… - and was that the girl from The Exorcist up there on his shoulder? Yep. Okay. Creepy.

Adam tried to answer diplomatically. “The portraits are very well done.”

Tommy saw right through him. He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not big on horror movies, huh?” Adam almost wanted to apologize, but Tommy cut in with an indulgent smile before Adam could get a word out, “It’s cool, dude. Not like I’m gonna be offended or anything.”

“I… Yeah. They’re not my favourites.” He paused. “I don’t hate them, though. I guess.”

“You guess?”

Adam ducked his head. “What I mean is, they look good on you.”

“Thanks.” Tommy beamed. It made him look a lot younger, and Adam wanted to pinch his cheeks. Either pair, come to think of it. No, don’t go there, Lambert, don’t go there…

Sutan chuckled, and, having finished that arm, set off to work on the other one.

Tommy mustered Adam, and pointed at the inside of his wrist. “You’ve got a tattoo yourself. So tell me about that.”

Adam looked down at the design.

“I got it when I moved to New York for college. It’s an Eye of Horus, an Egyptian symbol of protection and health. I figured I could use someone watching out for me while I’m trying to find my way here.”

Tommy nodded. “I like it, it’s kinda like Sutan’s tats. All that mystical stuff is pretty awesome.” He seemed to want to ask something else, but left it at that.

Adam tried to piece together the man sitting before him; the bleached hair, the tats, the multiple ear piercings. Tentatively, he addressed Tommy. “I’ve been wondering… is it weird, playing fairies and who knows what else Brad has come up with? Wearing all the glitter and stuff? I mean, you look more like the… I don’t know, the metalhead type, or goth, even.”

Tommy was silent for a moment, looking at his reflection in the mirror as Sutan gently wiped at the paint on his arm.

“I actually like the glitter.” He shrugged, unapologetic. Like it was that simple. Yes, I have nightmare creatures tattooed on my arm, and yes, I like glitter. Maybe for Tommy, it was that simple. Tommy’s eyes found Adam’s blue ones, and there was that adorable little smile again, all private and directed only at him. “I think you should try it too. The black eyeliner looks great on you but I bet you could pull off something… more elaborate.”

At that, Sutan gave Adam a look that spoke volumes. He and Brad had been trying to glitter up Adam for ages, but Adam only let them and their brushes near his face for Halloween, which might or might not be his favourite holiday for two reasons. One, vampires were sexy, two, everyone wore face-paint that day and dressed up, which meant that nobody would even think of calling you a fag if you painted your lips red, or heavens forbid, stuck rhinestones all around your eyes.

He had felt drawn to Sutan, fierce, colourful, and surprisingly accommodating Sutan, from the very day they met, and he secretly admired his friend for his bravery to just go all out with the glam whenever he felt like it. But he himself?

Sure, Adam wore make-up on stage and he had taken to wearing a little eyeliner ever since he moved here after high school. Anything that could be interpreted as ranging beyond indie rock chic, however? Nope.

But - he cast a look at Tommy and Sutan - maybe they were right. And if he was perfectly honest (and honesty was something that many queens tried to avoid at all costs) he had some glittery eyeshadow stashed away somewhere at the back of his closet. For Halloween, of course. Maybe…

Okay, who was he kidding. Tommy wanted to see him all sparkly? Then Tommy would get to see him all sparkly. If people teased him, he could always say it was part of his job now. The same way he said it when he ‘forgot’ to take off his stage make-up.

Oh this was going to be fun.



Brad had come to drag Adam away shortly after Jeni and Sutan started scrubbing the actor’s legs to remove the last green and blue glitter. He had made him say goodbye to everyone and shown him to his office down the hall, where he triumphantly presented Adam with two bags full of things Adam really, really did not want to think about right now.

He had almost made it out of the parking lot when he heard someone call out behind him.

“Adam, wait!” He stopped and turned to see Tommy jogging up to him. For one panicky moment, Adam thought about dropping the bags and proclaiming ‘Brad forced them onto me! I didn’t ask for them!’ but he held himself in check, realising that there was no reason Tommy would know.

When the blond reached him and looked up, Adam observed that with his face clean like this, Tommy’s long beautiful eyelashes had a chance to really stand out.

Huh.

While his mind was still stuck on the thought of ‘pretty kitty’, Tommy leaned in, brushing their lips together. It was the softest touch, and so brief Adam did not have time to react before Tommy stepped away, his hand still resting on Adam’s shoulder to steady himself.

“See you tomorrow.” With that and a smile, Tommy was gone, off toward a parking space in the back.

Adam, on the other hand, stood rooted to the spot. Then, unable to suppress it any longer, his face split into a grin so bright is hurt is cheeks. Oh yeah. This was definitely going to be fun.



The movie ended up being called ‘Rise of the Fairies’. Which, Adam thought, did not quite have the ring to it that ‘Glittergasm’ had. There was, however, a sequel planned: ‘Revenge of the Fairies’, and that sounded ominous enough to make Adam stop asking.

End Chapter 1

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