Adam's Vegetable Plate (Adam/Tommy)
Title: Adam's Vegetable Plate
Fandom: Adam Lambert
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: PG
Word Count: 600
Disclaimer: This is not true. It is fiction, and I make no profit from it. Please do not Tweet this to the real people who I have based these characters on. Thanks.
Notes: For the "Spring" prompt at glam_100. Another part of the chef AU, takes place after "Leaving On a Jet Plane".
L.A. wasn’t known for its seasons, but Adam still liked spring the best. Most people thought of spring in terms of new beginnings or fresh starts. Adam though, he was a chef. He thought of it in terms of fresh asparagus.
Every spring, he would revive Adam’s Vegetable Plate on the lunch menu. This year he brought back the grilled asparagus with lemon that had done so well last year. He paired it with fava beans with couscous and baby leeks in vinaigrette. It was perfect for the season and for his lunch guests, and he sold them like crazy.
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Adam left a lot of the day to day cooking to Brian and the line cooks, but he put himself in charge of the asparagus. For every order he would boil the small green spears for no more than three minutes, shock them with cold water, then grill them over a hot fire until they were perfect. He forgot about nagging the shit out of his staff, and let himself feel the pleasure of cooking something he loved. Too many years as a professional chef had made cooking a chore instead of his favorite thing, and this brought it back.
.
“Here.” Adam plated the vegetables, garnished the plate with lemon peel and leek brunoise, and put it up. Sutan took it and sailed back to the dining room. Adam took a deep breath. He was tired, and that wasn’t normally a problem for him. Maybe he was starting to feel his age, and he was only thirty one. Brian saw him and nodded in sympathy.
“I can get the rest, go take a break.” Adam almost laughed because he never took breaks. But maybe just this once, he would. So he went out back where most of the employees smoked.
.
It was calm out there, nice and quiet. He leaned against the wall and breathed deep. It smelled bad out there in the ally, like garbage and old cigarette butts. He didn’t really care, he was glad to be alone just for a minute. Before he had to go back and be Super Chef for the rest of the night. He started a bit when he felt a presence next to him. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey.” It was Tommy, and he didn’t know what to say to him. Tommy didn’t help, he just stood there silently, looking at the wall.
.
Adam looked at Tommy, trying to figure out what he was thinking without asking him anything. It didn’t work of course, Tommy had the facial expression of a statue when he felt like it. But the silence between them didn’t feel angry. It was a little tense, but not angry.
Another long minute passed, and then Tommy spoke. “I’m sorry.” Adam looked up at his face. Tommy looked scared and vulnerable, and Adam wasn’t sure what to say back until Tommy turned away.
“I’m sorry too. It’s okay. I didn’t know that it would upset you. I promise, I’m sorry.”
.
Tommy looked at Adam over his shoulder. “It’s okay. It was a dumb fight.” Tommy dropped his head, looking at the garbage at his feet. Then he looked back at Adam. “I should go back in. They’re gonna need me.” He opened the back door and paused when Adam reached out his hand and put it on Tommy’s shoulder. Adam felt tense muscles relax, and they stayed there for another few seconds. “They’re gonna need you too,” Tommy said, and Adam let go.
Adam watched Tommy get back to work, and he took a deep breath before doing the same.
Fandom: Adam Lambert
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: PG
Word Count: 600
Disclaimer: This is not true. It is fiction, and I make no profit from it. Please do not Tweet this to the real people who I have based these characters on. Thanks.
Notes: For the "Spring" prompt at glam_100. Another part of the chef AU, takes place after "Leaving On a Jet Plane".
L.A. wasn’t known for its seasons, but Adam still liked spring the best. Most people thought of spring in terms of new beginnings or fresh starts. Adam though, he was a chef. He thought of it in terms of fresh asparagus.
Every spring, he would revive Adam’s Vegetable Plate on the lunch menu. This year he brought back the grilled asparagus with lemon that had done so well last year. He paired it with fava beans with couscous and baby leeks in vinaigrette. It was perfect for the season and for his lunch guests, and he sold them like crazy.
.
Adam left a lot of the day to day cooking to Brian and the line cooks, but he put himself in charge of the asparagus. For every order he would boil the small green spears for no more than three minutes, shock them with cold water, then grill them over a hot fire until they were perfect. He forgot about nagging the shit out of his staff, and let himself feel the pleasure of cooking something he loved. Too many years as a professional chef had made cooking a chore instead of his favorite thing, and this brought it back.
.
“Here.” Adam plated the vegetables, garnished the plate with lemon peel and leek brunoise, and put it up. Sutan took it and sailed back to the dining room. Adam took a deep breath. He was tired, and that wasn’t normally a problem for him. Maybe he was starting to feel his age, and he was only thirty one. Brian saw him and nodded in sympathy.
“I can get the rest, go take a break.” Adam almost laughed because he never took breaks. But maybe just this once, he would. So he went out back where most of the employees smoked.
.
It was calm out there, nice and quiet. He leaned against the wall and breathed deep. It smelled bad out there in the ally, like garbage and old cigarette butts. He didn’t really care, he was glad to be alone just for a minute. Before he had to go back and be Super Chef for the rest of the night. He started a bit when he felt a presence next to him. “Hey,” he said.
“Hey.” It was Tommy, and he didn’t know what to say to him. Tommy didn’t help, he just stood there silently, looking at the wall.
.
Adam looked at Tommy, trying to figure out what he was thinking without asking him anything. It didn’t work of course, Tommy had the facial expression of a statue when he felt like it. But the silence between them didn’t feel angry. It was a little tense, but not angry.
Another long minute passed, and then Tommy spoke. “I’m sorry.” Adam looked up at his face. Tommy looked scared and vulnerable, and Adam wasn’t sure what to say back until Tommy turned away.
“I’m sorry too. It’s okay. I didn’t know that it would upset you. I promise, I’m sorry.”
.
Tommy looked at Adam over his shoulder. “It’s okay. It was a dumb fight.” Tommy dropped his head, looking at the garbage at his feet. Then he looked back at Adam. “I should go back in. They’re gonna need me.” He opened the back door and paused when Adam reached out his hand and put it on Tommy’s shoulder. Adam felt tense muscles relax, and they stayed there for another few seconds. “They’re gonna need you too,” Tommy said, and Adam let go.
Adam watched Tommy get back to work, and he took a deep breath before doing the same.