Requested Drabbles
I asked my Twitter feed for drabble/ficlet prompts to help make tonight less boring. Here's four out of five (the last one is tricky).
For leela_cat: Adam/Tommy: Lost and Found
Chosen
Tommy never really gave up hope. Not when he was basically living off his friends, unable to pay the rent. Not when he felt like his telecommunications job was slowly destroying his mind. He never wanted to say that he gave up. But when he realized he was on the wrong side of twenty-five with no break in sight, it did depress the shit out of him. Being a musician in LA was like being lost in a sea of people who were better than you, and it was hard to deal with sometimes.
Until one day, he showed up at an open audition. His heart crashed when he was told the lead guitar spot was taken. But then they told him to come back, try it as a bass player. When Tommy played for them, he looked over at Adam and gave him a hopeful smile. Adam smiled back, happy and open.
And then Tommy knew that not only had he gotten the job, but in every sense of the word, he had been found.
For kittys_devil Tommy/Isaac, first kiss.
Dare You Again
It was hours after the show and they were still up, unable to sleep and drunk on Jager when Tommy kissed him. Isaac tasted like booze and sweat and he didn’t stop Tommy. Instead he curled a hand around the back of Tommy’s head to hold him in place.
“Huh?” Isaac said when they broke apart. “Why did you do that?” Tommy pulled back, covering his disappointment with a shrug. “Wait, I’m sorry-that’s not what I meant.”
Tommy moved over, putting space between them. “I don’t think you really wanted me to do that. I’m sorry, I’m drunk. But…” Tommy tried to put it into words. “I feel like, the way we are as friends, it’s like we’ve been daring each other to go further. But you’re married and I’m probably stupid so…” Tommy waved his hand, embarrassed.
He wasn’t prepared for Isaac grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. This time Isaac controlled the kiss, and it was hot and sweet and Tommy had to pull Isaac closer until they tumbled to their sides on the hotel bed.
“It isn’t a dare anymore,” Isaac said, and this time they were both ready for it.
This next one is for helloiamsilver and requires an explanation. Everyone's seen this picture of Adam and Brad, right? The notorious party pictures? Well, look directly behind Adam. There's a bored as shit girl in a red shiny corset. I've been LOL'ing and calling her Sad Corset Girl for years. So, this is the story of Sad Corset Girl, bored to tears by pretty men playing in front of her.
Hedonism Is Boring
So I’m standing on the outer edge of a circle that has these two guys in the middle. The tallest is holding his hands up as his boyfriend holds a riding crop near his hip. The tall guy has a huge erection straining his silver pants. Someone’s taking pictures, but I don’t know who it is. I don’t know half the people here.
God, this corset itches. But I can’t exactly scratch my labia in front of everyone. Anyway, nobody would have any sympathy, they’re all wearing crazy uncomfortable clothing too.
It’s getting hotter and crazier in this club. Back when I lived in Madison, I’m sure I would have blushed bright red if I saw two guys kissing. Now there’s girls running around here in strap-ons and I can’t care less. Fuck, I’m tired. My feet hurt. I have to teach a yoga class tomorrow.
I came to L.A. to be a dancer and a singer and an actress. You know, just like everyone else. Now I’m getting some work and I’m meeting some of the right people, but I didn’t realize that half my life would be parties like this instead of actual creativity.
Although, I suppose some of the stuff here tonight does count as creative.
Now the taller guy has picked up his boyfriend and is carrying him away. I hope they remember to close the door behind them. They’re both beautiful, but I don’t need to see what I’m not getting. Great, now I’m jealous.
Somebody is still taking pictures and I’ve just been handed a glass full of glowing green liquid by a sixty year old who winks at me.
I just want to go home and feed my cat.
And zoodlemouse13 wanted Adam/Tommy, where Adam spoils Tommy rotten.
And I Will Buy You a Castle
Sometimes other people didn’t understand them. Tommy knew that some people saw Adam as possessive, possibly controlling. They only saw the constant touching, the hand on Tommy’s arm or high up on his neck. Sometimes even people they knew well got confused, would ask Tommy gentle questions in a worried voice.
They didn’t understand that Adam always kept him within reach because he felt that Tommy needed to be reminded how much he was loved. They didn’t see all the little gifts Adam left for him, or the way he would snuggle Tommy in bed. They didn’t know how Adam could wipe away all his bad moods and worries with a kiss.
They were wrong: Adam didn’t control him. Instead, Adam’s world revolved around Tommy, and Tommy was determined that he would never cause Adam to regret it.
For leela_cat: Adam/Tommy: Lost and Found
Chosen
Tommy never really gave up hope. Not when he was basically living off his friends, unable to pay the rent. Not when he felt like his telecommunications job was slowly destroying his mind. He never wanted to say that he gave up. But when he realized he was on the wrong side of twenty-five with no break in sight, it did depress the shit out of him. Being a musician in LA was like being lost in a sea of people who were better than you, and it was hard to deal with sometimes.
Until one day, he showed up at an open audition. His heart crashed when he was told the lead guitar spot was taken. But then they told him to come back, try it as a bass player. When Tommy played for them, he looked over at Adam and gave him a hopeful smile. Adam smiled back, happy and open.
And then Tommy knew that not only had he gotten the job, but in every sense of the word, he had been found.
For kittys_devil Tommy/Isaac, first kiss.
Dare You Again
It was hours after the show and they were still up, unable to sleep and drunk on Jager when Tommy kissed him. Isaac tasted like booze and sweat and he didn’t stop Tommy. Instead he curled a hand around the back of Tommy’s head to hold him in place.
“Huh?” Isaac said when they broke apart. “Why did you do that?” Tommy pulled back, covering his disappointment with a shrug. “Wait, I’m sorry-that’s not what I meant.”
Tommy moved over, putting space between them. “I don’t think you really wanted me to do that. I’m sorry, I’m drunk. But…” Tommy tried to put it into words. “I feel like, the way we are as friends, it’s like we’ve been daring each other to go further. But you’re married and I’m probably stupid so…” Tommy waved his hand, embarrassed.
He wasn’t prepared for Isaac grabbing his hand and pulling him closer. This time Isaac controlled the kiss, and it was hot and sweet and Tommy had to pull Isaac closer until they tumbled to their sides on the hotel bed.
“It isn’t a dare anymore,” Isaac said, and this time they were both ready for it.
This next one is for helloiamsilver and requires an explanation. Everyone's seen this picture of Adam and Brad, right? The notorious party pictures? Well, look directly behind Adam. There's a bored as shit girl in a red shiny corset. I've been LOL'ing and calling her Sad Corset Girl for years. So, this is the story of Sad Corset Girl, bored to tears by pretty men playing in front of her.
Hedonism Is Boring
So I’m standing on the outer edge of a circle that has these two guys in the middle. The tallest is holding his hands up as his boyfriend holds a riding crop near his hip. The tall guy has a huge erection straining his silver pants. Someone’s taking pictures, but I don’t know who it is. I don’t know half the people here.
God, this corset itches. But I can’t exactly scratch my labia in front of everyone. Anyway, nobody would have any sympathy, they’re all wearing crazy uncomfortable clothing too.
It’s getting hotter and crazier in this club. Back when I lived in Madison, I’m sure I would have blushed bright red if I saw two guys kissing. Now there’s girls running around here in strap-ons and I can’t care less. Fuck, I’m tired. My feet hurt. I have to teach a yoga class tomorrow.
I came to L.A. to be a dancer and a singer and an actress. You know, just like everyone else. Now I’m getting some work and I’m meeting some of the right people, but I didn’t realize that half my life would be parties like this instead of actual creativity.
Although, I suppose some of the stuff here tonight does count as creative.
Now the taller guy has picked up his boyfriend and is carrying him away. I hope they remember to close the door behind them. They’re both beautiful, but I don’t need to see what I’m not getting. Great, now I’m jealous.
Somebody is still taking pictures and I’ve just been handed a glass full of glowing green liquid by a sixty year old who winks at me.
I just want to go home and feed my cat.
And zoodlemouse13 wanted Adam/Tommy, where Adam spoils Tommy rotten.
And I Will Buy You a Castle
Sometimes other people didn’t understand them. Tommy knew that some people saw Adam as possessive, possibly controlling. They only saw the constant touching, the hand on Tommy’s arm or high up on his neck. Sometimes even people they knew well got confused, would ask Tommy gentle questions in a worried voice.
They didn’t understand that Adam always kept him within reach because he felt that Tommy needed to be reminded how much he was loved. They didn’t see all the little gifts Adam left for him, or the way he would snuggle Tommy in bed. They didn’t know how Adam could wipe away all his bad moods and worries with a kiss.
They were wrong: Adam didn’t control him. Instead, Adam’s world revolved around Tommy, and Tommy was determined that he would never cause Adam to regret it.