Accidents (Adam/Tommy)
Title: Accidents
Fandom: Adam Lambert
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,875
Warnings: Mild injury, blood.
Disclaimer: This is fiction and I make no profit from it. Please do not Tweet this to anyone portrayed here. Thanks.
“That looks good.”
Tommy nodded as Brian complimented him. He was distracted, trying to get the bits of garlic the right uniform size. Adam had drilled it in his head, technique, technique, technique. So he was goddamn well going to learn how to do this right. He didn’t get much time to practice, so he had to do it right.
Then right next to him, Angel dropped a pan. Tommy jumped, and the knife slid over his skin and sliced his finger. “Oh shit!” Tommy didn’t say it, it sounded like Ashley, but he couldn’t stop staring at his finger. He had damn near filleted it.
“Tommy!” Brian came from behind the line. “Okay, don’t worry, let’s just wrap this up. We’ll take you to the emergency room.” Brian got a towel and wrapped up his hand, because Tommy was pouring blood all over the fucking place and he had no idea why he was just standing there staring. “It’s okay Tommy, let’s get you a seat.” And then Brian was moving him over to the lockers and Tommy plopped down.
“My hand,” he said, when he could think to speak. The towel was already stained red right over his finger. He blinked and wondered why he felt so calm when his hand was hurt. Then he felt a touch to his shoulder and looked up at Adam’s face.
“Hey.” Adam’s voice was soft and comforting. “It’s okay. I’ll take you to the emergency room. It’s only a few minutes away. Let me get you another towel.” Tommy let the bloody towel drop on the floor and then Adam was back with a new one. “Press down, then it won’t bleed so much. Let me get my car. Brian, stay with him.” And then Adam was gone again. Tommy could feel himself shake and Brian patted his shoulder and talked to him.
The trip to the ER was a blur. Adam stayed with him as the doctor looked him over and pronounced his finger as needing a few stitches, but mostly okay. Tommy couldn’t look at it, and he turned his head as they tried to salvage the fucking mess he’d made of his hand. He was coming back to himself now, and now that the blankness of shock was gone, he didn’t fucking like any of this at all.
After the doctor had stitched it up, Tommy finally remembered. “Hey. I’m a guitar player, is it…”
“I think it’ll be fine,” the doc said, but he was distracted writing on his chart. “You didn’t cut any tendons, at least. If you’re having problems, come back. You might have some numbness, but once it heals movement shouldn’t be a problem.” Tommy didn’t think that was very helpful, but he grunted his agreement.
When they finally got out, about two hours had passed. Tommy’s finger was bandaged and braced to hold it still. “Shit,” he said as Adam led him to the car. “I can’t work with this fucker on.”
“It’s okay, it’s under workman’s comp. You get paid time off. Don’t worry about it. The doc said you’ll probably be out for a few days, but it’s not permanent damage. I’ll drop you off at my house before I go back to the restaurant.”
“Huh?” Tommy looked over at Adam, distracted from thought of his guitars and the steady throb of pain in his finger. “Your place? Why?”
“Because you sleep on a couch in an apartment with two stoners.” Tommy opened his mouth to argue, because his friends were awesome, but Adam continued. “I know, I like them too, they’re nice guys. But you don’t have any space of your own and you need some peace and quiet to get better. Also a bed. Because you’re going to be stoned out of your skull on those Lortabs.”
“I’m gonna need to get my stuff.” Tommy wasn’t up to arguing with Adam right then, but he had to put in a token resistance.
“I’ll get it on my way home. They already gave you a Lortab, right?”
Tommy blinked slowly, then nodded. “Uh-huh.” Adam’s car seemed very comfortable right then, and soon the music from the faded as he grayed out. He started awake when the car stopped and Adam opened the door for him.
“Come on. We’re at my house now. Just stay awake long enough to get your ass inside and in my bed. Okay?” Tommy leaned against Adam as he walked, the throb in his finger fading. Then Adam was pulling off his shoes, and he slumped back on the bed.
When Tommy woke again, it was edging toward daylight. The room was grayish, with light coming through the blackout curtains. He tried to turn over and winced-he’d nudged his bad hand. “Hey,” he heard, and he looked up.
Adam was standing on the side of the bed, holding a cup of coffee. “Here you go. I have to go to work now, but there’s some food in the kitchen. I’ll be back late tonight, but I can bring you anything you want.”
“Get some horror movies from my place,” Tommy said, and he swallowed against his dry mouth. “And if there’s any place that can deliver hot and sour soup that would be awesome.” Adam laughed and put the coffee on the nightstand. Tommy felt the tiniest brush of lips against his, and then he heard the door close.
Tommy slowly sat up and drank his coffee. Now his finger was seriously starting to hurt, but he ignored it. He couldn’t get over the fact that he was in Adam’s bed and apparently staying over, like it or not. He’d spent the night here before, but under different circumstances. This would take some getting used to. He slowly got up-time to find Adam’s liquor cabinet. He needed a drink.
He spent most of the morning lying in bed, watching Adam’s collection of movies. Adam had pretty good taste, but horror obviously wasn’t his thing. He wound up putting on a movie called Tampopo, and fell back asleep.
He woke up when he heard persistent knocking, and dragged himself to the door. When he finally got it open, Isaac was standing there with a big grin and a bowl of hot and sour soup. “Adam said you wanted some soup, so I get to play delivery boy. He made it himself, it smells amazing.”
“Fuck yeah it does. Hey, come in and share it with me.”
“Okay, but I gotta get home soon. Sophie gets off in a couple hours and I’m supposed to get dinner fixed.” He brought the covered bowl into the kitchen and dished out two bowls. Tommy drank his soup while Isaac gossiped about work. “Hey, everyone’s asking about you. Some of the guys are getting up a collection, you know. Just as a get well soon kinda thing.”
“They don’t have to,” Tommy said, but he liked that they even noticed he was gone. Isaac just laughed.
“Why not? It’s not like you’re one of those two week wonders that can’t make it there. I mean, it’s not about…you know.” Tommy looked up then, forgetting his soup. Isaac looked a little apologetic. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bring that up.”
“You mean, why I’m here at Adam’s instead of my place?” Tommy had honestly forgotten about that until Isaac said something. But yeah, this was probably really weird.
“Yeah,” Isaac said, and his voice was gentle. “Hey, don’t worry. Nobody cares.” Tommy pushed his bowl away from him. “Don’t get mad.”
“I’m not mad.” Tommy wasn’t, he was a little freaked out, but he wasn’t mad. “I mean, is this a common thing?” Tommy got a vivid image of a series of pretty dishwashers floating in and out of Adam’s life, and it made him a little sick.
“No, it’s not.” Isaac reached over and put the bowl of soup back in front of him. Tommy didn’t know Isaac very well, but he didn’t seem to be the kind of person to lie. So Tommy got his spoon and took another swallow. “Okay, I gotta go. I’ll see you when you get back, unless Adam sends me here tomorrow. Bye.”
“Bye,” Tommy said, and he leaned back in his chair. He was too tired to think about what Isaac said. He pushed back from the table and went back to bed.
When Adam got home, Tommy was up and half-assedly trying to clean the kitchen. It wasn’t easy with one hand. “Hey,” he said, putting down the washcloth. “Thanks for lunch.”
“No problem.” Adam came in with a few bags. “I got some of your clothes, and your movies. I almost got your guitar.” He looked at Tommy, worried. “Do you think...?”
“The doc said I could probably play again soon. At least he thinks so.” Tommy had tried not to think about it. “I’m glad you sent Isaac. He’s a great guy.” He looked over at Adam. Adam looked good, tired but like he had a couple more hours before he had to sleep. “Hey, can we watch a movie?”
“That’s what you want to do when I’m home?” Adam said, and damn Tommy had a hard time resisting that dirty smile of his. Then Adam laughed. “Actually, I should eat first.”
Tommy grinned at that, and he went to get the plates. Soon they had an odd assortment of leftovers, and Adam finished his quickly. When Tommy was done, he turned to Adam and kissed him.
Adam pulled Tommy closer, and Tommy squeaked a little when his finger got pressed against Adam’s side. “Sorry,” Adam said, and he kissed Tommy again. Tommy leaned into it and moaned a little when Adam broke the kiss and moved down to his neck. “Ready for bed?”
“Yeah.” Tommy got up and let Adam lead him back to the bedroom, like he didn’t know where it was. Adam helped him take his clothes off-not hard, since was still in his pajamas. Then he watched as Tommy laid carefully on his back. “What do you want to do?”
“What you want to do,” Adam said and Tommy almost rolled his eyes. They hadn’t been together for long, but Adam liked to give Tommy the reins, unless it was something special like feeding. Tommy reached over and skimmed a hand over Adam’s chest. That made him moan.
“Get closer to me,” Tommy said. “I want you near.” Adam moved so he was on Tommy’s side, away from his bad hand. Tommy snuggled him and Adam touched him, going slow. They kissed as Adam moved his hand over Tommy’s cock. It was good, but a little dry. “Can you get the lube?” Adam kissed him again and got it out of the nightstand.
Things went a little faster after that. It wasn’t long before he was coming all over Adam’s hand and he rested his head in Adam’s neck, breathing hard. Adam kissed his forehead and held him. When Tommy moved to do it back, he used the wrong hand. “Ow.” He said. “Come up here, let me blow you.” Adam slid up on the bed and Tommy got as comfortable as he could with Adam’s cock in his face. This wasn’t the easiest position for him, and Adam was big, really big, but he thought he could make it work.
“Okay?” Adam had a hand on the back of Tommy’s head, and Tommy looked up and nodded before licking at Adam’s cock some more. He relaxed and took more of Adam, settling into the feeling of him in his mouth, and the noises that Adam made as he sucked him. It took a while, but then Adam grunted and pulled back, coming on the bed instead of on him. “I…fuck.” Adam moved so he was next to Tommy and kissed him. “Tommy, wow. You’re so good.”
“I am?” Tommy didn’t mean to argue, but it seemed strange to him. Adam ignored that in favor of kissing him again, and Tommy was totally okay with that. They kissed for a few minutes more and then Adam pulled back a little. “Do you need anything? Do you feel okay?”
Tommy smiled at Adam’s mother hen act. “I’m okay. I’ll probably be a lot better tomorrow. Don’t worry so much.” He leaned his head on Adam’s chest, and closed his eyes. It was comfortable, but after a minute he had to move. “I gotta take another Lortab,” he said. That must have been the magic word because Adam got up to get him more water. Tommy watched him leave.
When he came back, they watched movies in silence. “Hey,” Tommy said, feeling groggy from the pain med. “I gotta tell you something.”
“What is it?” Tommy stroked a hand over his arm. “Is it something bad?” Tommy shook his head. “Then what?”
“I just think it’s weird when you say I’m good in bed,” Tommy said, not looking at Adam. “Because, well. You’re only the second guy I’ve ever been with.” Adam’s hand stilled and Tommy looked over at him. Adam didn’t look upset, but instead sort of curious and a little scared.
“Does that mean you want to stop?”
“Huh? No. No, not at all. But I just wanted you to know. The last guy was just a few months ago too.” He shrugged. “We were good friends, but that’s about it. It was nice.” He figured that Adam would know what he meant. “He moved.”
Adam smiled at him then. “Okay. That’s no problem. Don’t worry, I don’t mind. And since we’re being honest, I should let you know that you’re the first person I’ve been with in six months.”
“Wow. That’s a long time.” Adam nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Tommy kissed him back and then watched the movie a few more minutes. Then he said “Isaac was totally okay with me being at your house, by the way.”
“Oh shit. I didn’t even think about that. Are you okay with it?” Tommy nodded because why not, nobody seemed to think it was all that weird. It wasn’t like the two of them had been that subtle. “Yeah, the only person who said anything was Brian. He’s afraid you might sue me for harassment or something.”
“Really?” He thought Brian liked him. “But he’s okay now?” Adam nodded and kissed his temple. “Wow. Okay. I guess I can see it.” He snuggled down into the covers. “I’m tired. Night.” He was asleep before he heard Adam say it back.
The next time he woke up, Adam was already gone. He moved his finger experimentally, and it hurt, but not as bad as before. He sat up in bed for a couple of minutes, thinking about the night before. As he fixed breakfast he wondered what made him tell Adam such personal things. I guess I like him the thought as he made the coffee. The thought was slightly scary, but nothing compared to nearly slicing his finger in half.
The day went by too slow, Tommy mostly bored off his ass watching movies. After a while, he called Jon to see what was going on. “Hey.”
“Hey bro. How’s everything at your boyfriend’s house?” Jon was laughing and Tommy knew he just meant it as a joke, but he was still speechless. “Hey man, breathe. I didn’t mean nothing by it. It’s just so weird, him taking you to his place like that.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Tommy hadn’t been thinking about it much, but it was kind of…overprotective. “He’s kind of a control freak. Not in a bad way though.”
Jon laughed. “He’s a nice guy. He had a beer with us when he came by for your stuff. He’s got a lot of stories to tell, that’s for sure.” There was a pause, and Tommy could hear Jon taking a swallow of something. “So. I guess he’s alright.”
“He is.” Tommy didn’t know what else he should say about it. “Hey. I’m kinda dopey on this stuff, can I call you back later?” He didn’t sound very convincing, even to himself. “I’ll probably be home tomorrow.”
“No problem, see ya then.” Jon hung up, and Tommy went back to staring at the TV screen.
Tommy was asleep when Adam got back. He heard the shower on and a few minutes later Adam slipped into bed with him. “Hey,” Adam whispers, and Tommy grunted. “Sorry.”
“S’okay,” Tommy blinked into the darkness. “Hey. I’m gonna go home tomorrow. I’m pretty okay by now.” There was a pause, and then Tommy felt a soft kiss on his shoulder.
“I can drive you if you want.”
“Okay,” Tommy said, and he drifted off again.
When the alarm went off the next morning, Tommy stumbled awake and started packing his stuff. Adam got him a cup of coffee but basically left him to it. When they got in, Adam said “I’m glad you stayed over. I liked having you. I know you could’ve just laid around your own place.”
“It was nice to ask me,” Tommy said. “Maybe being there did help.” He laid his head back and drifted off until Adam parked in front of his apartments. “Hey, thanks.”
“No problem. I think you’re cleared to come back to work by tomorrow. You get your stitches out…”
“By Monday, I think.” Tommy paused, and then leaned in. The kiss was longer than he expected, and tender. When he pulled away, Adam smiled. It was a gentle one, but Tommy could see the fear behind it. “Call me,” Tommy said in return, and he got out of the car. He waved before going inside, and watched Adam leave through the window. Then he dumped his stuff on the floor and went to make more coffee.
Tommy came back to work the next day, his finger wrapped. Everyone stared when he came in and Jimmy the smartass busboy clapped when he saw him. Tommy flipped him off and Brian laughed. “Good to see you back,” he said, putting a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “We took up a little collection.” He handed Tommy an envelope.
Tommy opened it. “Wow.” He flipped through the money, and it was nearly a hundred dollars. “Thanks, I don’t really need it, but…thanks.” He took the bills and put them in his back pocket. He could afford groceries now.
“No problem, we just felt like you needed a get-well gift, and you’re not really the Hallmark card type.” Brian put his arm around Tommy and pulled him into a side hug. Tommy winced when his hand got caught between their bodies, and Brian let go. “Okay, put some gloves on before you start. Don’t get it wet.” Tommy grabbed a few of the latex gloves and went to the dishring.
Tommy didn’t see Adam until the family. Even then, Adam was across the room and only nodded at him while Tommy ate his plate of chicken primavera. Tommy tried to hold his gaze but Adam broke it to talk to Neil. Tommy didn’t look back after that.
When the family was done and Tommy back in his section, he noticed that the kitchen seemed…quiet. The yelling was down by at least fifty percent, and he realized that he couldn’t hear Adam. It was like he wasn’t there. He looked over at the line, and Adam was by himself, working the pasta station in silence. It was so weird that Tommy stared until the clatter of plates brought him back to what he was supposed to be doing. He was busy the rest of the night.
When the night was over, Brian was the one who thanked the staff and lead the breakdown. Adam was in the corner talking to Neil when Tommy came over and touched his arm. “Hey. Let’s go out.”
Adam turned to look at him, and he looked tired and uncomfortable. “Um. I don’t know, do you think you should?”
I’m okay, how about you? Tommy smiled at Adam, trying not to show his frustration. “It doesn’t hurt much. And hey, I can pay tonight! I got a little extra.” He hoped that would break the ice, and when Adam looked down and back up at him, it seemed to have.
“Okay, but you only buy the first round.”
They had whiskeys at Marty’s with everyone else gathered around. It was fun, and Tommy got gloriously trashed on the drinks everyone seemed to want to buy for him. By the end of the night Adam had to help him walk. “Okay. I’m gonna drive you to your place. Don’t throw up in my car.”
“Not taking me to your place?” Tommy wasn’t sure if he got the whole sentence out. He looked over but Adam was starting the car. “Hey,” he said. “I’m sorry. Did I do something?” Tommy closed his eyes as the car started moving.
“No.” Tommy opened his eyes, staring ahead as Adam answered him. “I just thought maybe I went too far.” Adam paused and Tommy could feel the car stop and move slowly through traffic. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to stay over. I just kind of did it.”
“It’s okay,” Tommy said, and he tried to sit up straighter. “I would’ve told you if I wanted to go.” He yawned, and looked out the window. “I’m glad I was there,” he said. “I probably would have freaked out a lot more if I was at home. I’m still kind of freaked. What if it fucks up my playing?”
“You don’t know that it will.”Adam looked over at him. “And you get the stitches out soon. It won’t big a big deal, probably.”
“Probably. It doesn’t even hurt that much.” Tommy looked over at Adam, who was facing ahead. “So why did you want me around?” Adam kept looking in front of him, but his jaw tensed.
“I don’t know. I think I felt guilty about you getting hurt. That I was putting too much pressure on you. But really, I just wanted you near.” Adam didn’t say anything else for a moment. “Maybe I just like you in my space.”
“You know, that’s kind of fast,” Tommy said, and he looked back through the window. “We’ve just started doing…what we’re doing. But at the same time, I didn’t mind. It was okay.”
“It was?” Adam looked over at him. “Are you sure?” Tommy nodded and Adam seemed to relax, just a little. “You don’t think I was being possessive?”
“Sure I do. I just don’t mind.” That startled a laugh out of Adam, and Tommy grinned too. “Really, it’s okay.” They were slowly making it to Tommy’s apartment, he could see the street coming up. “If you want to have me over, you just have to ask.”
“What if I want you over tonight?” Adam’s voice was casual, but Tommy could hear the seriousness behind it.
“Then I guess you gotta find a place to turn around,” he said, and Adam laughed.
Fandom: Adam Lambert
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Author: i_amthecosmos
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,875
Warnings: Mild injury, blood.
Disclaimer: This is fiction and I make no profit from it. Please do not Tweet this to anyone portrayed here. Thanks.
“That looks good.”
Tommy nodded as Brian complimented him. He was distracted, trying to get the bits of garlic the right uniform size. Adam had drilled it in his head, technique, technique, technique. So he was goddamn well going to learn how to do this right. He didn’t get much time to practice, so he had to do it right.
Then right next to him, Angel dropped a pan. Tommy jumped, and the knife slid over his skin and sliced his finger. “Oh shit!” Tommy didn’t say it, it sounded like Ashley, but he couldn’t stop staring at his finger. He had damn near filleted it.
“Tommy!” Brian came from behind the line. “Okay, don’t worry, let’s just wrap this up. We’ll take you to the emergency room.” Brian got a towel and wrapped up his hand, because Tommy was pouring blood all over the fucking place and he had no idea why he was just standing there staring. “It’s okay Tommy, let’s get you a seat.” And then Brian was moving him over to the lockers and Tommy plopped down.
“My hand,” he said, when he could think to speak. The towel was already stained red right over his finger. He blinked and wondered why he felt so calm when his hand was hurt. Then he felt a touch to his shoulder and looked up at Adam’s face.
“Hey.” Adam’s voice was soft and comforting. “It’s okay. I’ll take you to the emergency room. It’s only a few minutes away. Let me get you another towel.” Tommy let the bloody towel drop on the floor and then Adam was back with a new one. “Press down, then it won’t bleed so much. Let me get my car. Brian, stay with him.” And then Adam was gone again. Tommy could feel himself shake and Brian patted his shoulder and talked to him.
The trip to the ER was a blur. Adam stayed with him as the doctor looked him over and pronounced his finger as needing a few stitches, but mostly okay. Tommy couldn’t look at it, and he turned his head as they tried to salvage the fucking mess he’d made of his hand. He was coming back to himself now, and now that the blankness of shock was gone, he didn’t fucking like any of this at all.
After the doctor had stitched it up, Tommy finally remembered. “Hey. I’m a guitar player, is it…”
“I think it’ll be fine,” the doc said, but he was distracted writing on his chart. “You didn’t cut any tendons, at least. If you’re having problems, come back. You might have some numbness, but once it heals movement shouldn’t be a problem.” Tommy didn’t think that was very helpful, but he grunted his agreement.
When they finally got out, about two hours had passed. Tommy’s finger was bandaged and braced to hold it still. “Shit,” he said as Adam led him to the car. “I can’t work with this fucker on.”
“It’s okay, it’s under workman’s comp. You get paid time off. Don’t worry about it. The doc said you’ll probably be out for a few days, but it’s not permanent damage. I’ll drop you off at my house before I go back to the restaurant.”
“Huh?” Tommy looked over at Adam, distracted from thought of his guitars and the steady throb of pain in his finger. “Your place? Why?”
“Because you sleep on a couch in an apartment with two stoners.” Tommy opened his mouth to argue, because his friends were awesome, but Adam continued. “I know, I like them too, they’re nice guys. But you don’t have any space of your own and you need some peace and quiet to get better. Also a bed. Because you’re going to be stoned out of your skull on those Lortabs.”
“I’m gonna need to get my stuff.” Tommy wasn’t up to arguing with Adam right then, but he had to put in a token resistance.
“I’ll get it on my way home. They already gave you a Lortab, right?”
Tommy blinked slowly, then nodded. “Uh-huh.” Adam’s car seemed very comfortable right then, and soon the music from the faded as he grayed out. He started awake when the car stopped and Adam opened the door for him.
“Come on. We’re at my house now. Just stay awake long enough to get your ass inside and in my bed. Okay?” Tommy leaned against Adam as he walked, the throb in his finger fading. Then Adam was pulling off his shoes, and he slumped back on the bed.
When Tommy woke again, it was edging toward daylight. The room was grayish, with light coming through the blackout curtains. He tried to turn over and winced-he’d nudged his bad hand. “Hey,” he heard, and he looked up.
Adam was standing on the side of the bed, holding a cup of coffee. “Here you go. I have to go to work now, but there’s some food in the kitchen. I’ll be back late tonight, but I can bring you anything you want.”
“Get some horror movies from my place,” Tommy said, and he swallowed against his dry mouth. “And if there’s any place that can deliver hot and sour soup that would be awesome.” Adam laughed and put the coffee on the nightstand. Tommy felt the tiniest brush of lips against his, and then he heard the door close.
Tommy slowly sat up and drank his coffee. Now his finger was seriously starting to hurt, but he ignored it. He couldn’t get over the fact that he was in Adam’s bed and apparently staying over, like it or not. He’d spent the night here before, but under different circumstances. This would take some getting used to. He slowly got up-time to find Adam’s liquor cabinet. He needed a drink.
He spent most of the morning lying in bed, watching Adam’s collection of movies. Adam had pretty good taste, but horror obviously wasn’t his thing. He wound up putting on a movie called Tampopo, and fell back asleep.
He woke up when he heard persistent knocking, and dragged himself to the door. When he finally got it open, Isaac was standing there with a big grin and a bowl of hot and sour soup. “Adam said you wanted some soup, so I get to play delivery boy. He made it himself, it smells amazing.”
“Fuck yeah it does. Hey, come in and share it with me.”
“Okay, but I gotta get home soon. Sophie gets off in a couple hours and I’m supposed to get dinner fixed.” He brought the covered bowl into the kitchen and dished out two bowls. Tommy drank his soup while Isaac gossiped about work. “Hey, everyone’s asking about you. Some of the guys are getting up a collection, you know. Just as a get well soon kinda thing.”
“They don’t have to,” Tommy said, but he liked that they even noticed he was gone. Isaac just laughed.
“Why not? It’s not like you’re one of those two week wonders that can’t make it there. I mean, it’s not about…you know.” Tommy looked up then, forgetting his soup. Isaac looked a little apologetic. “Sorry, didn’t mean to bring that up.”
“You mean, why I’m here at Adam’s instead of my place?” Tommy had honestly forgotten about that until Isaac said something. But yeah, this was probably really weird.
“Yeah,” Isaac said, and his voice was gentle. “Hey, don’t worry. Nobody cares.” Tommy pushed his bowl away from him. “Don’t get mad.”
“I’m not mad.” Tommy wasn’t, he was a little freaked out, but he wasn’t mad. “I mean, is this a common thing?” Tommy got a vivid image of a series of pretty dishwashers floating in and out of Adam’s life, and it made him a little sick.
“No, it’s not.” Isaac reached over and put the bowl of soup back in front of him. Tommy didn’t know Isaac very well, but he didn’t seem to be the kind of person to lie. So Tommy got his spoon and took another swallow. “Okay, I gotta go. I’ll see you when you get back, unless Adam sends me here tomorrow. Bye.”
“Bye,” Tommy said, and he leaned back in his chair. He was too tired to think about what Isaac said. He pushed back from the table and went back to bed.
When Adam got home, Tommy was up and half-assedly trying to clean the kitchen. It wasn’t easy with one hand. “Hey,” he said, putting down the washcloth. “Thanks for lunch.”
“No problem.” Adam came in with a few bags. “I got some of your clothes, and your movies. I almost got your guitar.” He looked at Tommy, worried. “Do you think...?”
“The doc said I could probably play again soon. At least he thinks so.” Tommy had tried not to think about it. “I’m glad you sent Isaac. He’s a great guy.” He looked over at Adam. Adam looked good, tired but like he had a couple more hours before he had to sleep. “Hey, can we watch a movie?”
“That’s what you want to do when I’m home?” Adam said, and damn Tommy had a hard time resisting that dirty smile of his. Then Adam laughed. “Actually, I should eat first.”
Tommy grinned at that, and he went to get the plates. Soon they had an odd assortment of leftovers, and Adam finished his quickly. When Tommy was done, he turned to Adam and kissed him.
Adam pulled Tommy closer, and Tommy squeaked a little when his finger got pressed against Adam’s side. “Sorry,” Adam said, and he kissed Tommy again. Tommy leaned into it and moaned a little when Adam broke the kiss and moved down to his neck. “Ready for bed?”
“Yeah.” Tommy got up and let Adam lead him back to the bedroom, like he didn’t know where it was. Adam helped him take his clothes off-not hard, since was still in his pajamas. Then he watched as Tommy laid carefully on his back. “What do you want to do?”
“What you want to do,” Adam said and Tommy almost rolled his eyes. They hadn’t been together for long, but Adam liked to give Tommy the reins, unless it was something special like feeding. Tommy reached over and skimmed a hand over Adam’s chest. That made him moan.
“Get closer to me,” Tommy said. “I want you near.” Adam moved so he was on Tommy’s side, away from his bad hand. Tommy snuggled him and Adam touched him, going slow. They kissed as Adam moved his hand over Tommy’s cock. It was good, but a little dry. “Can you get the lube?” Adam kissed him again and got it out of the nightstand.
Things went a little faster after that. It wasn’t long before he was coming all over Adam’s hand and he rested his head in Adam’s neck, breathing hard. Adam kissed his forehead and held him. When Tommy moved to do it back, he used the wrong hand. “Ow.” He said. “Come up here, let me blow you.” Adam slid up on the bed and Tommy got as comfortable as he could with Adam’s cock in his face. This wasn’t the easiest position for him, and Adam was big, really big, but he thought he could make it work.
“Okay?” Adam had a hand on the back of Tommy’s head, and Tommy looked up and nodded before licking at Adam’s cock some more. He relaxed and took more of Adam, settling into the feeling of him in his mouth, and the noises that Adam made as he sucked him. It took a while, but then Adam grunted and pulled back, coming on the bed instead of on him. “I…fuck.” Adam moved so he was next to Tommy and kissed him. “Tommy, wow. You’re so good.”
“I am?” Tommy didn’t mean to argue, but it seemed strange to him. Adam ignored that in favor of kissing him again, and Tommy was totally okay with that. They kissed for a few minutes more and then Adam pulled back a little. “Do you need anything? Do you feel okay?”
Tommy smiled at Adam’s mother hen act. “I’m okay. I’ll probably be a lot better tomorrow. Don’t worry so much.” He leaned his head on Adam’s chest, and closed his eyes. It was comfortable, but after a minute he had to move. “I gotta take another Lortab,” he said. That must have been the magic word because Adam got up to get him more water. Tommy watched him leave.
When he came back, they watched movies in silence. “Hey,” Tommy said, feeling groggy from the pain med. “I gotta tell you something.”
“What is it?” Tommy stroked a hand over his arm. “Is it something bad?” Tommy shook his head. “Then what?”
“I just think it’s weird when you say I’m good in bed,” Tommy said, not looking at Adam. “Because, well. You’re only the second guy I’ve ever been with.” Adam’s hand stilled and Tommy looked over at him. Adam didn’t look upset, but instead sort of curious and a little scared.
“Does that mean you want to stop?”
“Huh? No. No, not at all. But I just wanted you to know. The last guy was just a few months ago too.” He shrugged. “We were good friends, but that’s about it. It was nice.” He figured that Adam would know what he meant. “He moved.”
Adam smiled at him then. “Okay. That’s no problem. Don’t worry, I don’t mind. And since we’re being honest, I should let you know that you’re the first person I’ve been with in six months.”
“Wow. That’s a long time.” Adam nodded and leaned in for a kiss. Tommy kissed him back and then watched the movie a few more minutes. Then he said “Isaac was totally okay with me being at your house, by the way.”
“Oh shit. I didn’t even think about that. Are you okay with it?” Tommy nodded because why not, nobody seemed to think it was all that weird. It wasn’t like the two of them had been that subtle. “Yeah, the only person who said anything was Brian. He’s afraid you might sue me for harassment or something.”
“Really?” He thought Brian liked him. “But he’s okay now?” Adam nodded and kissed his temple. “Wow. Okay. I guess I can see it.” He snuggled down into the covers. “I’m tired. Night.” He was asleep before he heard Adam say it back.
The next time he woke up, Adam was already gone. He moved his finger experimentally, and it hurt, but not as bad as before. He sat up in bed for a couple of minutes, thinking about the night before. As he fixed breakfast he wondered what made him tell Adam such personal things. I guess I like him the thought as he made the coffee. The thought was slightly scary, but nothing compared to nearly slicing his finger in half.
The day went by too slow, Tommy mostly bored off his ass watching movies. After a while, he called Jon to see what was going on. “Hey.”
“Hey bro. How’s everything at your boyfriend’s house?” Jon was laughing and Tommy knew he just meant it as a joke, but he was still speechless. “Hey man, breathe. I didn’t mean nothing by it. It’s just so weird, him taking you to his place like that.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Tommy hadn’t been thinking about it much, but it was kind of…overprotective. “He’s kind of a control freak. Not in a bad way though.”
Jon laughed. “He’s a nice guy. He had a beer with us when he came by for your stuff. He’s got a lot of stories to tell, that’s for sure.” There was a pause, and Tommy could hear Jon taking a swallow of something. “So. I guess he’s alright.”
“He is.” Tommy didn’t know what else he should say about it. “Hey. I’m kinda dopey on this stuff, can I call you back later?” He didn’t sound very convincing, even to himself. “I’ll probably be home tomorrow.”
“No problem, see ya then.” Jon hung up, and Tommy went back to staring at the TV screen.
Tommy was asleep when Adam got back. He heard the shower on and a few minutes later Adam slipped into bed with him. “Hey,” Adam whispers, and Tommy grunted. “Sorry.”
“S’okay,” Tommy blinked into the darkness. “Hey. I’m gonna go home tomorrow. I’m pretty okay by now.” There was a pause, and then Tommy felt a soft kiss on his shoulder.
“I can drive you if you want.”
“Okay,” Tommy said, and he drifted off again.
When the alarm went off the next morning, Tommy stumbled awake and started packing his stuff. Adam got him a cup of coffee but basically left him to it. When they got in, Adam said “I’m glad you stayed over. I liked having you. I know you could’ve just laid around your own place.”
“It was nice to ask me,” Tommy said. “Maybe being there did help.” He laid his head back and drifted off until Adam parked in front of his apartments. “Hey, thanks.”
“No problem. I think you’re cleared to come back to work by tomorrow. You get your stitches out…”
“By Monday, I think.” Tommy paused, and then leaned in. The kiss was longer than he expected, and tender. When he pulled away, Adam smiled. It was a gentle one, but Tommy could see the fear behind it. “Call me,” Tommy said in return, and he got out of the car. He waved before going inside, and watched Adam leave through the window. Then he dumped his stuff on the floor and went to make more coffee.
Tommy came back to work the next day, his finger wrapped. Everyone stared when he came in and Jimmy the smartass busboy clapped when he saw him. Tommy flipped him off and Brian laughed. “Good to see you back,” he said, putting a hand on Tommy’s shoulder. “We took up a little collection.” He handed Tommy an envelope.
Tommy opened it. “Wow.” He flipped through the money, and it was nearly a hundred dollars. “Thanks, I don’t really need it, but…thanks.” He took the bills and put them in his back pocket. He could afford groceries now.
“No problem, we just felt like you needed a get-well gift, and you’re not really the Hallmark card type.” Brian put his arm around Tommy and pulled him into a side hug. Tommy winced when his hand got caught between their bodies, and Brian let go. “Okay, put some gloves on before you start. Don’t get it wet.” Tommy grabbed a few of the latex gloves and went to the dishring.
Tommy didn’t see Adam until the family. Even then, Adam was across the room and only nodded at him while Tommy ate his plate of chicken primavera. Tommy tried to hold his gaze but Adam broke it to talk to Neil. Tommy didn’t look back after that.
When the family was done and Tommy back in his section, he noticed that the kitchen seemed…quiet. The yelling was down by at least fifty percent, and he realized that he couldn’t hear Adam. It was like he wasn’t there. He looked over at the line, and Adam was by himself, working the pasta station in silence. It was so weird that Tommy stared until the clatter of plates brought him back to what he was supposed to be doing. He was busy the rest of the night.
When the night was over, Brian was the one who thanked the staff and lead the breakdown. Adam was in the corner talking to Neil when Tommy came over and touched his arm. “Hey. Let’s go out.”
Adam turned to look at him, and he looked tired and uncomfortable. “Um. I don’t know, do you think you should?”
I’m okay, how about you? Tommy smiled at Adam, trying not to show his frustration. “It doesn’t hurt much. And hey, I can pay tonight! I got a little extra.” He hoped that would break the ice, and when Adam looked down and back up at him, it seemed to have.
“Okay, but you only buy the first round.”
They had whiskeys at Marty’s with everyone else gathered around. It was fun, and Tommy got gloriously trashed on the drinks everyone seemed to want to buy for him. By the end of the night Adam had to help him walk. “Okay. I’m gonna drive you to your place. Don’t throw up in my car.”
“Not taking me to your place?” Tommy wasn’t sure if he got the whole sentence out. He looked over but Adam was starting the car. “Hey,” he said. “I’m sorry. Did I do something?” Tommy closed his eyes as the car started moving.
“No.” Tommy opened his eyes, staring ahead as Adam answered him. “I just thought maybe I went too far.” Adam paused and Tommy could feel the car stop and move slowly through traffic. “I didn’t ask if you wanted to stay over. I just kind of did it.”
“It’s okay,” Tommy said, and he tried to sit up straighter. “I would’ve told you if I wanted to go.” He yawned, and looked out the window. “I’m glad I was there,” he said. “I probably would have freaked out a lot more if I was at home. I’m still kind of freaked. What if it fucks up my playing?”
“You don’t know that it will.”Adam looked over at him. “And you get the stitches out soon. It won’t big a big deal, probably.”
“Probably. It doesn’t even hurt that much.” Tommy looked over at Adam, who was facing ahead. “So why did you want me around?” Adam kept looking in front of him, but his jaw tensed.
“I don’t know. I think I felt guilty about you getting hurt. That I was putting too much pressure on you. But really, I just wanted you near.” Adam didn’t say anything else for a moment. “Maybe I just like you in my space.”
“You know, that’s kind of fast,” Tommy said, and he looked back through the window. “We’ve just started doing…what we’re doing. But at the same time, I didn’t mind. It was okay.”
“It was?” Adam looked over at him. “Are you sure?” Tommy nodded and Adam seemed to relax, just a little. “You don’t think I was being possessive?”
“Sure I do. I just don’t mind.” That startled a laugh out of Adam, and Tommy grinned too. “Really, it’s okay.” They were slowly making it to Tommy’s apartment, he could see the street coming up. “If you want to have me over, you just have to ask.”
“What if I want you over tonight?” Adam’s voice was casual, but Tommy could hear the seriousness behind it.
“Then I guess you gotta find a place to turn around,” he said, and Adam laughed.