Drunkybears (Adam/Brad)
Title: Drunkybears
Fandom: Adam Lambert
Pairing: Adam/Brad
Author: i_amthecosmos
Prompt: So Adam and Brad go out to a party and somewhere along the way Adam manages to get quite a bit more inebriated than Brad, who somehow at the end of the party is still mostly-sober. It's up to Brad to get Adam home, washed up, and safely tucked away in bed . . . . if only he can make the clingy, giggly, very silly drunkybears man just let him do his job.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,782
Disclaimer: None of this is true, and I do not know anyone this fiction is based on. Please do not Tweet it to anyone portrayed. Thank you.
"Adam," Brad said for what seemed like the seventeenth time since he’d poured Adam into the Mustang and then driven him to Adam’s house. "Adam, I’m trying to find your house key, I am not molesting you on your porch."
"Aww." Adam said, still pressed right up against his back as Brad tried to figure out which key worked the door. He had to say a prayer to whatever guardian angel he had that he already knew the security code, because there was no way in hell that Adam could tell him tonight. Finally, he twisted the key in the lock and the door popped open.
...Sending Brad sprawling on the floor from the weight of Adam pushing him forward. The fact that Adam had fallen as well wasn’t much of a comfort, considering he was on Brad’s back and squishing the breath out of him. He didn’t seem like in any hurry to move either. "Adam. Adam! Get off me! I have to get you to bed."
And well, that must have been the magic word, because Adam rolled right off him and smiled like it was his birthday. "Okay!" he said, and Brad wondered if Adam had only been drinking alcohol. But no, he’d seen Adam on X before, and he was even goofier than this. But then, Adam was struggling to get up and Brad figured he’d better help him before he went ass over teakettle again.
Adam rambled at him the entire time they went up the stairs and into the master bedroom. "That was a great party, didn’t Kesha look amazing? Hey, did you see that cute guy? Do you want to watch TV? I think I’m a little buzzed." No kidding, Brad thought, as he led Adam back to the bathroom.Adam blinked at it like he’d never seen it before. "What are we doing here?" Then he laughed and snuggled Brad closer. "Wanna do something."
Sure, when you’re this close to passing out, Brad thought. "We are going to do something, I’m going to take your makeup off." He batted Adam’s hands away-Adam was trying to pull him down, and fuck that was distracting. "Adam, be still. I know you don’t want zits on that beautiful face of yours. You have to go back to the studio tomorrow." Just then one of Adam’s hands snaked up from where Brad was trying to hold them down, and tweaked his nipple. Then he giggled at the very undignified squeak that Brad did NOT make.
Adam grinned. "You’re so cute when you do that," he said, and Brad took his hand, fully intending to take this silly bastard to the bathroom. But Adam curled his hand over Brad’s. "Bed?" Brad shook his head, and Adam’s face went into a kicked-puppy look. Brad knew that Adam never did it on purpose, but it still made Brad feel guilty.
"Hey, I’m sorry baby, but we have to get you ready for bed. Okay? What do you do to get ready for bed? You take your makeup off." Brad began leading Adam slowly to the bedroom, and Adam followed like an obedient dog. And when they got to the bathroom, Adam just sat down on the edge of his tub, looking up at Brad. Adam was miles away from the cocky sex god he had been at the party. Instead he looked vulnerable and trusting, eyes trained up onto Brad.
He looked at Brad as if they’d never hurt each other, and that was a lie.
Brad swallowed, and he got the expensive as hell makeup remover that Adam had been so proud of when he’d bought it. Brad really didn’t think it did much better than Pond’s, but maybe if he had Adam’s money he’d think otherwise. He started to swipe the cream on with a cotton pad, sweeping it across Adam’s cheeks and forehead. Adam giggled from the sensation and tried to grab at Brad. "No. Baby, no."
Adam was laughing full on at this point. "Cold!" he said, and then started running his hands through Brad’s hair, playing with it and stroking Brad’s neck. "So pretty," he said. "Always was beautiful."
Brad didn’t comment to that, and tried to use the makeup remover again. But by this time, the silly drunken man thought this was a game and tried to deflect him. "No. Adam, Adam listen. You can touch my hair, I’ll let you touch my hair, okay?" Adam grinned and reached for him again. "But first, but first you have to put your hands in your lap and let me clean your face for two minutes. Please!?" Okay, Brad might be getting annoyed here.
Adam immediately put his hands in his lap, and Brad knelt close to him, using the two hundred dollar face cream and a few other potions to get Adam’s face cleaned and ready for the night. "Okay honey," he said. "Now it’s time to get undressed-" Brad didn’t even finish the sentence before Adam had his shirt pulled over his head.
"Um, sweetie? Maybe we should start with your boots."
"Okay," Adam said, laughing as Brad struggled to get his giant boots off. When that was finally done, he had to get a huge fantastically tacky belt buckle off of Adam’s leather jeans. And no, Adam did not forget that he had the right to touch now, his fingers stroking over Brad’s hair, touching his face. Oh my god, Brad thought. He’s trying to kill me. He’s completely forgotten that we don’t have sex anymore, or else he doesn’t care. When he finally got the belt buckle undone, he unzipped Adam’s pants. He must have been tipsy himself or else he would have remembered that was a bad idea. Adam tipped his head back, moving his legs apart and Brad had missed this sight.
Adam’s cock was half-hard, and he had his head tipped back like he was fully expecting to get head. Brad had to pull back a little, because it was so, so tempting. "Honey, we’ve got to get you to bed," he said, and he hoped that Adam couldn’t hear the little shake in his voice.
Adam kept stroking his hand over Brad’s neck. "Right now?" he said, and Brad nodded swallowing the dryness in his throat. "Okay," he said, and he got up, swaying a little. Brad stood up to catch him, and Adam hugged him to his chest. "Okay," he said again. "I have to get my pants off. And you have to get your pants off so we can sleep okay?"
Oh shit, Brad thought. He really does mean ‘we’. Brad tried to struggle out of Adam’s arms. "Honey, I don’t think I need to stay with you, you’re really drunk and..." he was silenced by Adam’s kiss.
"It’s okay," Adam said then, smiling at him. "I’m tired, I don’t wanna be alone. I’m just tired." Brad remembered then that Adam really wasn’t all that into sex when he was this level of drunk. He might get turned on, but all he really wanted to do was cuddle. At least that was true most of the time. Oh whatevs, I guess it’s okay, he thought as he helped Adam stumble his way to bed.
Adam flopped on the bed and immediately snuggled in after Brad got his pants off. Brad wound up getting into bed with Adam slowly, wearing his shorts. He wasn’t surprised when Adam wrapped him in his arms and kissed his forehead. "Hey," Adam said again. "Thanks for staying. Been lonely. Sauli left and yeah. Been lonely."
Brad froze-Adam never mentioned the breakup to Brad. He had barely mentioned Sauli to him when they were together, not wanting to bring up old memories by talking about his new love. But now Adam was on a ramble-drunk and he didn’t sound like he was going to stop. "It didn’t work out, I loved him but it didn’t work out. It couldn’t work out because he was too far away. His family, he needs his family-everybody needs their family and they were too far away. I miss him, I miss everybody. When they go." He held Brad tighter on that last part, and Brad didn’t know what to say. Adam kept going though, not remembering that they never talked about this.
"But I’ve still got you, you’re my friend, you never really left me, not as a friend. It’s something. I’ll see Sauli again maybe, and he talks. He talks to me, but he won’t come back. He can’t, and I knew he loved me. I think he did."
Brad found his voice then. "I think he did too." He believed that-Sauli always seemed happy with Adam. But there was always a bitter feeling when Brad saw them together, a feeling that maybe he wouldn’t be around if he hadn’t met Adam when he was famous. But Sauli had his limelight too, so that wasn’t really fair.
Maybe he had just been jealous.
"Thank you," Adam said again, and he dropped a kiss onto Brad’s lips. It was so quick that Brad didn’t have time to respond, and then Adam was rolling over on his side, back turned away from Brad. He didn’t even think about it-he put an arm around Adam’s chest, and he heard a little snort of laughter in response.
"Hey," Adam said, "Love you," and then there was a soft snore. Brad wanted to shake him. Do you mean that you loved me or do you mean that was an awesome party or have you always loved me? Adam! Way to cliffhanger me! Brad tried willing him awake with his brain. It didn’t work.
When Brad woke up, there was a cup of coffee waiting for him, and a note. Thank you for taking care of me, it said. I’ll see you tonight. Stay if you want to.
Brad read the note over and over, and then took a sip of the coffee. It was already cold.
Fandom: Adam Lambert
Pairing: Adam/Brad
Author: i_amthecosmos
Prompt: So Adam and Brad go out to a party and somewhere along the way Adam manages to get quite a bit more inebriated than Brad, who somehow at the end of the party is still mostly-sober. It's up to Brad to get Adam home, washed up, and safely tucked away in bed . . . . if only he can make the clingy, giggly, very silly drunkybears man just let him do his job.
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1,782
Disclaimer: None of this is true, and I do not know anyone this fiction is based on. Please do not Tweet it to anyone portrayed. Thank you.
"Adam," Brad said for what seemed like the seventeenth time since he’d poured Adam into the Mustang and then driven him to Adam’s house. "Adam, I’m trying to find your house key, I am not molesting you on your porch."
"Aww." Adam said, still pressed right up against his back as Brad tried to figure out which key worked the door. He had to say a prayer to whatever guardian angel he had that he already knew the security code, because there was no way in hell that Adam could tell him tonight. Finally, he twisted the key in the lock and the door popped open.
...Sending Brad sprawling on the floor from the weight of Adam pushing him forward. The fact that Adam had fallen as well wasn’t much of a comfort, considering he was on Brad’s back and squishing the breath out of him. He didn’t seem like in any hurry to move either. "Adam. Adam! Get off me! I have to get you to bed."
And well, that must have been the magic word, because Adam rolled right off him and smiled like it was his birthday. "Okay!" he said, and Brad wondered if Adam had only been drinking alcohol. But no, he’d seen Adam on X before, and he was even goofier than this. But then, Adam was struggling to get up and Brad figured he’d better help him before he went ass over teakettle again.
Adam rambled at him the entire time they went up the stairs and into the master bedroom. "That was a great party, didn’t Kesha look amazing? Hey, did you see that cute guy? Do you want to watch TV? I think I’m a little buzzed." No kidding, Brad thought, as he led Adam back to the bathroom.Adam blinked at it like he’d never seen it before. "What are we doing here?" Then he laughed and snuggled Brad closer. "Wanna do something."
Sure, when you’re this close to passing out, Brad thought. "We are going to do something, I’m going to take your makeup off." He batted Adam’s hands away-Adam was trying to pull him down, and fuck that was distracting. "Adam, be still. I know you don’t want zits on that beautiful face of yours. You have to go back to the studio tomorrow." Just then one of Adam’s hands snaked up from where Brad was trying to hold them down, and tweaked his nipple. Then he giggled at the very undignified squeak that Brad did NOT make.
Adam grinned. "You’re so cute when you do that," he said, and Brad took his hand, fully intending to take this silly bastard to the bathroom. But Adam curled his hand over Brad’s. "Bed?" Brad shook his head, and Adam’s face went into a kicked-puppy look. Brad knew that Adam never did it on purpose, but it still made Brad feel guilty.
"Hey, I’m sorry baby, but we have to get you ready for bed. Okay? What do you do to get ready for bed? You take your makeup off." Brad began leading Adam slowly to the bedroom, and Adam followed like an obedient dog. And when they got to the bathroom, Adam just sat down on the edge of his tub, looking up at Brad. Adam was miles away from the cocky sex god he had been at the party. Instead he looked vulnerable and trusting, eyes trained up onto Brad.
He looked at Brad as if they’d never hurt each other, and that was a lie.
Brad swallowed, and he got the expensive as hell makeup remover that Adam had been so proud of when he’d bought it. Brad really didn’t think it did much better than Pond’s, but maybe if he had Adam’s money he’d think otherwise. He started to swipe the cream on with a cotton pad, sweeping it across Adam’s cheeks and forehead. Adam giggled from the sensation and tried to grab at Brad. "No. Baby, no."
Adam was laughing full on at this point. "Cold!" he said, and then started running his hands through Brad’s hair, playing with it and stroking Brad’s neck. "So pretty," he said. "Always was beautiful."
Brad didn’t comment to that, and tried to use the makeup remover again. But by this time, the silly drunken man thought this was a game and tried to deflect him. "No. Adam, Adam listen. You can touch my hair, I’ll let you touch my hair, okay?" Adam grinned and reached for him again. "But first, but first you have to put your hands in your lap and let me clean your face for two minutes. Please!?" Okay, Brad might be getting annoyed here.
Adam immediately put his hands in his lap, and Brad knelt close to him, using the two hundred dollar face cream and a few other potions to get Adam’s face cleaned and ready for the night. "Okay honey," he said. "Now it’s time to get undressed-" Brad didn’t even finish the sentence before Adam had his shirt pulled over his head.
"Um, sweetie? Maybe we should start with your boots."
"Okay," Adam said, laughing as Brad struggled to get his giant boots off. When that was finally done, he had to get a huge fantastically tacky belt buckle off of Adam’s leather jeans. And no, Adam did not forget that he had the right to touch now, his fingers stroking over Brad’s hair, touching his face. Oh my god, Brad thought. He’s trying to kill me. He’s completely forgotten that we don’t have sex anymore, or else he doesn’t care. When he finally got the belt buckle undone, he unzipped Adam’s pants. He must have been tipsy himself or else he would have remembered that was a bad idea. Adam tipped his head back, moving his legs apart and Brad had missed this sight.
Adam’s cock was half-hard, and he had his head tipped back like he was fully expecting to get head. Brad had to pull back a little, because it was so, so tempting. "Honey, we’ve got to get you to bed," he said, and he hoped that Adam couldn’t hear the little shake in his voice.
Adam kept stroking his hand over Brad’s neck. "Right now?" he said, and Brad nodded swallowing the dryness in his throat. "Okay," he said, and he got up, swaying a little. Brad stood up to catch him, and Adam hugged him to his chest. "Okay," he said again. "I have to get my pants off. And you have to get your pants off so we can sleep okay?"
Oh shit, Brad thought. He really does mean ‘we’. Brad tried to struggle out of Adam’s arms. "Honey, I don’t think I need to stay with you, you’re really drunk and..." he was silenced by Adam’s kiss.
"It’s okay," Adam said then, smiling at him. "I’m tired, I don’t wanna be alone. I’m just tired." Brad remembered then that Adam really wasn’t all that into sex when he was this level of drunk. He might get turned on, but all he really wanted to do was cuddle. At least that was true most of the time. Oh whatevs, I guess it’s okay, he thought as he helped Adam stumble his way to bed.
Adam flopped on the bed and immediately snuggled in after Brad got his pants off. Brad wound up getting into bed with Adam slowly, wearing his shorts. He wasn’t surprised when Adam wrapped him in his arms and kissed his forehead. "Hey," Adam said again. "Thanks for staying. Been lonely. Sauli left and yeah. Been lonely."
Brad froze-Adam never mentioned the breakup to Brad. He had barely mentioned Sauli to him when they were together, not wanting to bring up old memories by talking about his new love. But now Adam was on a ramble-drunk and he didn’t sound like he was going to stop. "It didn’t work out, I loved him but it didn’t work out. It couldn’t work out because he was too far away. His family, he needs his family-everybody needs their family and they were too far away. I miss him, I miss everybody. When they go." He held Brad tighter on that last part, and Brad didn’t know what to say. Adam kept going though, not remembering that they never talked about this.
"But I’ve still got you, you’re my friend, you never really left me, not as a friend. It’s something. I’ll see Sauli again maybe, and he talks. He talks to me, but he won’t come back. He can’t, and I knew he loved me. I think he did."
Brad found his voice then. "I think he did too." He believed that-Sauli always seemed happy with Adam. But there was always a bitter feeling when Brad saw them together, a feeling that maybe he wouldn’t be around if he hadn’t met Adam when he was famous. But Sauli had his limelight too, so that wasn’t really fair.
Maybe he had just been jealous.
"Thank you," Adam said again, and he dropped a kiss onto Brad’s lips. It was so quick that Brad didn’t have time to respond, and then Adam was rolling over on his side, back turned away from Brad. He didn’t even think about it-he put an arm around Adam’s chest, and he heard a little snort of laughter in response.
"Hey," Adam said, "Love you," and then there was a soft snore. Brad wanted to shake him. Do you mean that you loved me or do you mean that was an awesome party or have you always loved me? Adam! Way to cliffhanger me! Brad tried willing him awake with his brain. It didn’t work.
When Brad woke up, there was a cup of coffee waiting for him, and a note. Thank you for taking care of me, it said. I’ll see you tonight. Stay if you want to.
Brad read the note over and over, and then took a sip of the coffee. It was already cold.