GlitterGasm - Interlude ||
Interlude ||
It was late by the time Adam got back to his apartment.
The whole train ride, his thoughts had circled around his chat with Cassidy. FleshHouse and BrimstoneStudio. Were they really that different? The answer, he guessed, was waiting in the shape of a dvd pile on his kitchen table, courtesy of Cheeks. Only despite everything, Adam didn’t feel up to watching those yet.
It had been a long day and the exhaustion from the emotional turn-arounds was catching up to him. And Adam wasn’t stupid. Once he started watching the Tommy Joe Ratliff collection, there would be no stopping. No sense in denying the inevitable. And yes, he was curious to see for himself what Cassidy had talked about. He was going to watch those movies. At some point. But not today.
Shoving the door to his apartment closed with the heel of his boot, Adam sighed. Home sweet home. He pocketed his keys and went about undressing himself, too tired to make something to eat. Plus, he didn’t think there was anything in his battered old fridge to write to his mum about. He needed to remember to go grocery shopping tomorrow.
Resolutely not sparing the dvds a second glance, Adam headed straight for bed. Naked, he flopped down onto the mattress like a dead fish, hoping for sleep to pull him under swiftly.
Which, of course, didn’t happen.
Adam turned onto his back, sheets twisting around one leg. Too many thoughts were buzzing around his brain like nocturnal bees, and sleep seemed too week an opponent to swat those annoying fuckers away. Plus, there was this restless energy crackling under his skin; unfulfilled desire. No rest for the wicked, Adam thought.
Eyes open, staring at the ceiling, he let his mind comb through everything that had him on edge.
This new job was not at all like he expected. And every time he thought he figured out how to handle it, something new was thrown at him.
There was Brad, who was acting a little off. His ex was the one who had pulled him into this, made him take a stack of porn stuff, to then act uncharacteristically considerate. Cheeks hadn’t teased him today, not one tiny bit. It was odd.
Brooke showed she was open-minded about the whole fluffer thing, but Adam had a feeling she would worry about him in the future. There was a part of him that couldn’t wait to finally perform their musical together in front of a real audience. It would be as much a distraction for her as for him.
Then there was Cassidy, who Adam hadn’t been that close to since he and the others brought BrimstoneStudio to life. Which was a shame, really. He liked Cassidy. He wasn’t nosy about things that were none of his business, but when it came right down to it, he had proven himself a very dependable friend all through that terrible break-up with Brad, never picking sides but offering comfort nonetheless.
Through Cassidy, Adam had glimpsed both an artistic as well as a business side to things that he couldn’t quite wrap his head around yet.
He missed Danielle. She could sort out his brain like no one else. He could call her again, he knew that, but it wasn’t the same as having her here. And it was late.
Sutan’s face flickered briefly in Adam’s mind, but he discarded that option, too. Tranma would hate her beauty sleep being interrupted. And if Sutan wasn’t hugging his pillow right now while wearing a Betty Boob eye mask, he would be somewhere about town working a drag show.
Adam closed his eyes and turned on his side, dragging the sheets further with him.
And of course, there was Tommy, who had him tied up in so many different ways without even trying. And today there had been kisses. And there had been Kris, and Kris and Tommy together, and how they had acted around each other. Like they shared a bond, a mutual understanding. Was it just because they were in the same position, both being porn actors? Adam didn’t know what to think. Especially since the moment Kris had toed the line (unknowingly, Adam was sure), Tommy had grown claws.
It had been kind of hot.
Who was he kidding, it had been all kinds of hot.
A stirring in his groin reminded Adam there wouldn’t be any sleep for him unless he took care of his frustration first.
Because of all the things that kept him awake, the most potent one was the fact that every time he closed his eyes - like this very moment - he saw Tommy fucking the other man into the carpet.
Beautiful, sweaty, ice cream-decorated Tommy pinning Kris to the floor, tan legs thrown over his shoulders, holding the pretty Boy Next Door type twink down and just… giving it to him.
Adam’s hand drifted to his cock without any conscious effort on his part. He hated that there was no way to get off at work, not without making it glaringly obvious to everyone who was watching. And the underground train was a horrible place to have a boner.
He suddenly remembered the folders containing the magazine cut-outs which were tucked under his bed, stored for later in response to Danielle interrupting his private time yesterday. Adam’s cock perked up further. Later was now, apparently.
He fished for the ‘New!Samples’ folder and found the photograph he was looking for immediately. Tommy was really too pretty for words. Adam tightened his grip on his cock, biting his bottom lip, a little pain, a little pleasure, all of it welcome. He let his eyes trace the lines of Tommy’s ink in the non-dark of New York nights, saw muscles moving under the same tattoos as the object of his desire held onto someone else’s hips, pulling them into his thrust again and again. In the picture, Tommy’s mouth was covered with a strip of silver duct tape, but in Adam’s mind, he could hear the helpless breathy sounds Tommy made when Adam sucked him down. He could taste it, too.
He licked his palm, brought his hand back down to his cock, fisting it, his need building fast and sharp as he tripped towards release, his hips snapping forward with no rhythm, no finesse, just letting the pent-up energy control him. Letting his hunger for Tommy control him. His eyes were glued to the magazine’s page even when his vision became unfocused with ecstasy.
Adam slept with come cooling on his skin.
It was a dreamless, sated sleep.
TBC