stress!porn, part 1 - adam + tommy + corset = ___
Hello internets! It's Results Day, and I thought I was getting mine today but instead it should be tomorrow and I am kind of terrified! And apparently, I deal with stress by writing porn! So here, have some!
Makes A Boy Want
Adam/Tommy, hard R. It's the end of tour and Sutan has given up and just shoe-horned Tommy into a corset. Adam doesn't stand a chance. Sequel to the glam_bingo dressing up/cross dressing fic. Title from "Lace And Leather" by Britney Spears.
*
Tommy feels as ridiculously and inexplicably nervous as he did on like, prom night. The corset rubs a little on the soft skin where his chest becomes his side, and it feels like it's restricting his breathing where it's wrapped too tight around his ribs, and he thinks it's starting to itch somewhere he can't get to it, like the bottom of his ribcage. Sutan, the bastard, left him halfway down the corridor, with a "Well honey, this is where I leave you. I have to go get myself all prettied-up, and I suspect I won't see you again tonight, so have fun!" and a shove towards Adam's suite, and now he's lurking just outside the door trying to convince himself to open it and go in.
"Tommy!" David calls from the direction of the elevator, and Tommy is simultaneously absolutely fucking delighted to see him, and fighting to urge to cross his arms over his body and pretend with every cell in his body that he is totally not wearing a fucking corset, nope, no way, you're totally hallucinating man. But all David does is grin at him. "All dressed up for Adam, huh?" he says, and winks as he pushes open the door.
Because this is Adam's tour and therefore full of people who actually care about what they look like, especially when there's a party happening, the only people there right now are the crew, the rest of Allison's band and Monte, who salutes Tommy with his beer and doesn't bother to hide the half-exasperated, half-approving twitch of his mouth. Behind him, the door to Adam's bedroom is firmly shut, and Tommy wonders if he's even back from the venue yet.
Everything doesn't stutter to a disbelieving stop when Tommy comes in though, and no one points and laughs or even does anything more than blink a double-take.
"Dude," David says, and he's not even trying to hide the fact that he's laughing at Tommy. "No one cares, seriously. Anyway, it doesn't matter, it's for Adam. Now have some beer and chill out, or he'll think you don't want it."
"Oh god, shut up," Tommy says, elbowing him hard in the stomach but unable to hide his smile, even if it is born of hideous embarrassment, and David snickers but does as he's told.
*
Liz breezes in soon after, and looks Tommy up and down. "You're the prettiest girl here," she says finally, laughing as she says it, and Tommy tells her half-heartedly to shut up and takes a swallow of beer. Cam, Taylor, Terrance and Brooke turn up a little later; Cam gives him a once-over and a grin and goes to get a drink, and the other three make a beeline for him.
"Well, you certainly got my attention," Brooke says approvingly, stroking a light knuckle down the material. "Wow. Yeah, trust me, you are so totally gonna get laid." She grins at him conspiratorially, and Tommy can't help returning it.
"Yeah, I give it ten minutes at the most," Terrance agrees, cocking his head as he looks Tommy over. "He won't even know what to do with himself when he sees you."
"You do look pretty hot," Taylor says, and steals a sip of Tommy's beer.
*
Tommy knows when Allison arrives because she flings both arms around his neck and gigglies gleefully into his ear. "Damn, boy!" she coos, spinning him round and looking him over. "Look at you! God, Adam is gonna die!"
"Is he even back yet?" Tommy asks, because Adam's door is still shut.
"Oh yeah," Allison says, grabbing his wrist to pull the bottle up to her mouth and taking a gulp, completely ignoring his protests. "He came back a while ago, I think. But he's got to take all his make-up and shit off, so." She shrugs and tries to take another sip of his beer, then sticks her tongue out when he resists and goes off to get her own.
*
LP comes in at some point, and he tips his own glass at Tommy, smiling a little; Sasha comes bouncing in, gets halfway across the room, and then spots Tommy and all but flings herself at him. "Shit, Tommy Joe, I'd almost do you!" she says happily, and Tommy laughs.
"I'm not sure that's quite what I-" he starts, but Sasha isn't listening; she goes suddenly rapt and then smirks like the cat that got the cream, the canary, and half the koi pond, and nudges him in the arm.
Adam's door is open at last and he's standing in the doorway, all tight jeans and dark eyes and staring right at Tommy. Tommy always thought no one could actually look like they wanted to eat you alive, but no, Adam's gaze is very clearly promising his mouth wherever Tommy wants it, and when he's being so blatant and looking at Tommy like that, it's easy for Tommy to meet Adam's eyes; to watch Adam swallow and his lips part a little, tongue just flickering over the lower one like a promise, and to find that it's no longer butterflies but desire that twists through his stomach and makes his skin tingle.
It feels like a movie, where everyone falls silent, but in actuality only Sasha and David are quiet, because they're the only two close enough to notice Adam's entrance; everybody else just keeps on chattering and laughing and celebrating the end of tour. Well, for a few seconds, until Adam's presence permeates the room properly, at which point they all go quiet for a second and then start clapping and whooping, and Adam beams and sweeps a bow.
He tells them the tour was amazing and he loves them all for making it so, and that it's the best thing he's ever been a part of. Pretty much everyone gets a shout-out (Allison responds to his "Love you, little sister," by blowing him a double handful of kisses), and then he laughs and says "But I've been rambling for too long, so I'm gonna shut up, but I just wanna say - I hope you all have an awesome time tonight, cause you all fucking deserve it!" More cheers and hollers greet that, and then he comes away from the doorway and heads towards the drinks, stopping to chat and hug people on the way.
"I give him five minutes, max," Sasha says quietly into Tommy's ear, and pats him on the shoulder before she practically skips off to go talk to Taylor and Allison.
Tommy turns immediately to David, who raises his eyebrows at him and smirks. "What're you waiting for, Ratliff? Go get your guy!" He raises his voice. "Hey, Adam!"
Adam's head snaps up like someone yanked his leash, and his eyes skip straight over to Tommy - his gaze is seriously fucking intense, like he wants to strip Tommy right here. Tommy shoots him a smile, as flirtatious as he knows how, and Adam breaks their eye contact to return to the conversation he was having with Liz. She shakes her head at him though and laughs, saying something that makes Adam grin back at her, and then he's walking away from her and over to Tommy and David, who claps Tommy on the back and skedaddles away to go talk to Cam.
Adam hugs him like he always does, tight and unselfconscious, but when they disengage he leaves an arm curled around Tommy's shoulders, and ducks his head so he can talk right into Tommy's ear. "Jesus Tommy, warn a guy next time you wear something like that!"
"But where's the fun in that?" Tommy murmurs back. "Anyway, it worked didn't it?"
"God yeah," Adam breathes.
"Jesus, finally."
"I'm sorry! It's just I thought you-"
"Later," Tommy says, cutting him off before they get sidetracked away from the fucking point of all this (which - oh hey - is, in fact, fucking. Heh.). "Will you like, seriously offend anyone if you leave now and don't come back for the rest of the night?"
He hears Adam's breath catch. Then, "Do you know, right now I don't give a shit," he says, and steers Tommy forcefully towards the door.
The moment it's shut behind them (Tommy manfully resisting the urge to look back and see if everyone's watching them leave, given they all seemed to know) Adam swings him round and presses him into the wall, hands braced just above Tommy's shoulders.
"Please tell me your room is free."
"Fucking duh," Tommy says, and fishes in his back pocket for the keycard, which of course means he has to shift away from the wall and up against Adam to get to it; he's warm and solid and watches Tommy with a quirk to his mouth that says he knows exactly what Tommy's doing. Tommy does his best to look innocent, and holds up the card between thumb and fingers, not bothering to move back again.
"Good," Adam murmurs, and slides away, flourishing a hand down the corridor. "Lead on, baby."
*
Adam stays a pace or so behind him all the way down to his room, but as soon as Tommy stops he's right there at his back, hands cupping Tommy's waist and running slowly back and forth over his stomach, with the result that it takes Tommy about five tries to get the keycard into it's slot. As soon as the door's open Adam bundles him through, making Tommy giggle, but then Adam's got him up against the wall and it's a lot harder to laugh with Adam's mouth on his.
Not that Tommy particularly wants to laugh any more - he'd thought the stage kisses were serious, given the tongue and Adam's hand curved posessively over his throat, but this is so much more fucking intense, now there no crowd to play up for, no song to continue singing. Adam's hands are sliding over his torso, revelling in the feel of the corset material under his palms, and he's kissing Tommy deep and sensuous, really properly paying attention to him now, taking the time to more fully learn what he likes and how he responds. Some things he already knows though, and while one hand settles at Tommy's waist, thumb tucked around the side, fingers spanned over his lower back, the other comes slithering up his spine (where it pauses for a moment, fingers lightly collaring the back of his neck) and into his hair, where it closes into a fist and pulls his head back, baring his throat and kind of offering his mouth up for Adam's taking.
Adam's hand keeps up a steady tug-and-release on his hair, and with Tommy's head arched back like this he feels kind of pinned, controlled, enthralled in the best way, and all he can do is push up onto his toes and into the steadying curve of Adam's body over him and kiss him back. His hands are totally free though, and he runs them down over Adam's back, feeling the shape of him under his palms, and down to Adam's hips, where he curls his fingers through Adam's beltloops and pulls him in.
Adam makes a low noise into the kiss, and then they're pressed right together, chest to fucking ankle, and Adam's fingers go tight in his hair. He rolls his hips forward, licking into Tommy's mouth, and oh, fuck yeah, why haven't they done this sooner? Adam breaks the kiss and drops his head to bite gently at the upcurve of Tommy's jaw, then trails down to his neck and across his collarbone. Then he's pulling back, hands flat on Tommy's chest, and unhooking the first couple of fastenings by pressing his thumbs inwards and rucking up the material, baring a little V of skin. He hums and ducks forward, licking straight up the middle of the V, and Tommy lets his head thunk back against the wall.
"Bed?" he suggests breathlessly, and Adam nips at the other collarbone and presses a hand up between Tommy's legs, palm hot against Tommy's dick.
"Or I could just blow you here."
"Nnngh," Tommy says coherantly, arching into his touch without conscious thought, and Adam laughs a little and rubs at him, lazy and promising.
"Yeah? You'd like that?"
"You have to ask?" Tommy manages, and Adam chuckles and slides his hand up and away, bringing it back up with the other one so he can pop open the corset a little more, and then a little more again, dotting kisses on every new inch of exposed skin. Tommy frees his fingers from Adam's jeans so he can wind one pointedly into Adam's hair, and Adam grins, drops a final kiss on Tommy's chest (the corset now open to about his sternum), then folds fluidly down to his knees. He nuzzles forward, mouthing teasingly at Tommy's cock through the material, and reaches up to undo his pants.
Sutan had plucked Tommy's underwear right out of his arms as he was carrying it and his pants into the bathroom with him ("Oh no. You are freeballing, boy, because you are gettin' laid!"), so once Adam's got Tommy's pants down round his thighs he hums approvingly and then licks right up Tommy's cock, lapping at the head before he shifts up a little further and takes it smoothly into his mouth. Tommy's fingers clench in Adam's hair, and he has to make himself relax them a little so he doesn't like, pull Adam's hair out, and his other hand curls helplessly into the shoulder of Adam's t-shirt, feeling the fabric under his knuckles, warm from Adam's skin.
He knows he's bucking into it, little twitches of his hips, but all Adam does is splay both hands over the tops of Tommy's thighs, fingertips occasionally flexing a little, to stop him from going completely crazy with it. And christ, he's good at giving head; is into it and yet also in control of it, knows exactly what makes Tommy's breath catch and his hips snap foward. All too soon though, he's pulling off and swiping a hand over his mouth, uncurling back onto his feet.
"Okay baby, bed."
They're both already barefoot so at least they don't have to worry about hopping around like idiots trying to get shoes and socks off; Tommy shucks his pants the rest of the way, then pauses, contemplating whether to properly undo the corset.
"No, leave it on," Adam says, low, and Tommy looks up to find him watching him, t-shirt off and pants undone. Tommy nods and crosses over to the bed, eyes dropping without his input to the open fly of Adam's pants and then flitting back up, and Adam grins and peels them down and off. He's got freckles everywhere, across his chest and down over his thighs and scattered across his stomach, and the dark hair is even more of a contrast when you can see the rest of him doesn't match up. He drops easily down onto the bed and settles over Tommy on his hands and knees, leaning down to kiss him again, even dirtier than before. Tommy arches up into it, curling his hands around Adam's shoulders and upper arms, and Adam's laugh rumbles in his chest as he turns it into a series of light little kisses, then sits back and concentrates on flicking open the last of the corset hooks. The material falls away either side of Tommy's torso, and Adam practically purrs and leans down to mouth at his chest, licking experiemntally over one of Tommy's nipples. It's not really Tommy's thing but it still makes something spark under his skin, dull but definitely there, and he sinks a hand into Adam's hair and lets him do whatever, closing his eyes and just letting himself feel.
After a few minutes Adam's tongue slides straight down to his bellybutton, and Tommy jerks, breath stuttering. Adam grins against his skin, then drops the rest of the way down with a distinct lack of teasing and closes his mouth aorund Tommy's cock again. Tommy makes a stupid, shuddery noise and flails his free hand into Adam's hair too, mostly just for something to hold onto that has a direct bearing on what Adam's doing to him rather than because Adam needs the guidance.
"Ad- Adam," Tommy says raggedly, when Adam does something amazing with his tongue that makes Tommy's thighs quiver and that sweet ache flare low in his stomach, and Adam's eyes flick up to meet his. One of his hands is on Tommy's hip, and the other arm's curled around his thigh, and as Tommy starts arching into his mouth in earnest, Adam's grip tightens enough to stop Tommy going too far, but otherwise he just takes it. Tommy comes with a shudder and a gasp, and Adam doesn't pull away until he's slumped back onto the bed, panting and boneless.
"Good, baby?" he murmurs, sliding up Tommy's body, and Tommy uses the hands he still has in his hair to pull him in for a kiss. Adam sinks down against him, still hard, and Tommy unclenches one hand and drops it down to close around him. Adam bucks forward, and Tommy jacks him a little roughly, then twists them sideways and slithers down.
"You, you don't-" Adam says breathlessly, fingers twining through Tommy's bangs even as he pushes them off his face, and Tommy licks at the head of his dick and then takes it into his mouth before Adam has a chance to finish that sentence. He isn't even gonna try and do anything like what Adam just did to him, because he knows it'd just end up a mess, but he can do this, use his tongue and his hand and bob his head up and down, and Adam is breathing shallow and shaky above him and he's making these incredibly hot, breathless noises, so Tommy figures it'll do. He finds a spot that makes Adam arch helplessly and laps at it, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks, and abruptly Adam's hand tightens hard in his hair and he's pulling him away as he comes, Tommy stroking him through it instead.
Adam starfishes out on the bed afterwards, one hand still playing absently with Tommy's hair. "So, I should wear corsets more often," Tommy says finally, leaning up on one arm and pulling the discarded thing out from under Adam's far shoulder, making him grumble because he has to resettle himself.
"You should," Adam agrees lazily, running a hand down it. "Don't tell me you picked that out yourself though."
"Sutan may have helped," Tommy admits, flicking it in the vague direction of his pants, and Adam's hand slips from his hair to the back of his neck, a warm, fitted weight. He squeezes gently, almost a massage.
"Yeah, he does that," Adam says, yawning. "And then he takes all the credit."
Tommy smacks blindly until he gets Adam's hip. "Well if you hadn't been such a - what did he call it? 'backwards-ass moron'? - then he wouldn't need to."
"Well maybe you shoud've realized I never acted the same with any of the others on stage the way I did with you."
"Yeah yeah, we both suck," Tommy says agreeably, pushing back into Adam's touch like a cat.
Adam sniggers. "Oh, we do," he purrs, and Tommy groans and buries his face in the sheets.
Makes A Boy Want
Adam/Tommy, hard R. It's the end of tour and Sutan has given up and just shoe-horned Tommy into a corset. Adam doesn't stand a chance. Sequel to the glam_bingo dressing up/cross dressing fic. Title from "Lace And Leather" by Britney Spears.
*
Tommy feels as ridiculously and inexplicably nervous as he did on like, prom night. The corset rubs a little on the soft skin where his chest becomes his side, and it feels like it's restricting his breathing where it's wrapped too tight around his ribs, and he thinks it's starting to itch somewhere he can't get to it, like the bottom of his ribcage. Sutan, the bastard, left him halfway down the corridor, with a "Well honey, this is where I leave you. I have to go get myself all prettied-up, and I suspect I won't see you again tonight, so have fun!" and a shove towards Adam's suite, and now he's lurking just outside the door trying to convince himself to open it and go in.
"Tommy!" David calls from the direction of the elevator, and Tommy is simultaneously absolutely fucking delighted to see him, and fighting to urge to cross his arms over his body and pretend with every cell in his body that he is totally not wearing a fucking corset, nope, no way, you're totally hallucinating man. But all David does is grin at him. "All dressed up for Adam, huh?" he says, and winks as he pushes open the door.
Because this is Adam's tour and therefore full of people who actually care about what they look like, especially when there's a party happening, the only people there right now are the crew, the rest of Allison's band and Monte, who salutes Tommy with his beer and doesn't bother to hide the half-exasperated, half-approving twitch of his mouth. Behind him, the door to Adam's bedroom is firmly shut, and Tommy wonders if he's even back from the venue yet.
Everything doesn't stutter to a disbelieving stop when Tommy comes in though, and no one points and laughs or even does anything more than blink a double-take.
"Dude," David says, and he's not even trying to hide the fact that he's laughing at Tommy. "No one cares, seriously. Anyway, it doesn't matter, it's for Adam. Now have some beer and chill out, or he'll think you don't want it."
"Oh god, shut up," Tommy says, elbowing him hard in the stomach but unable to hide his smile, even if it is born of hideous embarrassment, and David snickers but does as he's told.
*
Liz breezes in soon after, and looks Tommy up and down. "You're the prettiest girl here," she says finally, laughing as she says it, and Tommy tells her half-heartedly to shut up and takes a swallow of beer. Cam, Taylor, Terrance and Brooke turn up a little later; Cam gives him a once-over and a grin and goes to get a drink, and the other three make a beeline for him.
"Well, you certainly got my attention," Brooke says approvingly, stroking a light knuckle down the material. "Wow. Yeah, trust me, you are so totally gonna get laid." She grins at him conspiratorially, and Tommy can't help returning it.
"Yeah, I give it ten minutes at the most," Terrance agrees, cocking his head as he looks Tommy over. "He won't even know what to do with himself when he sees you."
"You do look pretty hot," Taylor says, and steals a sip of Tommy's beer.
*
Tommy knows when Allison arrives because she flings both arms around his neck and gigglies gleefully into his ear. "Damn, boy!" she coos, spinning him round and looking him over. "Look at you! God, Adam is gonna die!"
"Is he even back yet?" Tommy asks, because Adam's door is still shut.
"Oh yeah," Allison says, grabbing his wrist to pull the bottle up to her mouth and taking a gulp, completely ignoring his protests. "He came back a while ago, I think. But he's got to take all his make-up and shit off, so." She shrugs and tries to take another sip of his beer, then sticks her tongue out when he resists and goes off to get her own.
*
LP comes in at some point, and he tips his own glass at Tommy, smiling a little; Sasha comes bouncing in, gets halfway across the room, and then spots Tommy and all but flings herself at him. "Shit, Tommy Joe, I'd almost do you!" she says happily, and Tommy laughs.
"I'm not sure that's quite what I-" he starts, but Sasha isn't listening; she goes suddenly rapt and then smirks like the cat that got the cream, the canary, and half the koi pond, and nudges him in the arm.
Adam's door is open at last and he's standing in the doorway, all tight jeans and dark eyes and staring right at Tommy. Tommy always thought no one could actually look like they wanted to eat you alive, but no, Adam's gaze is very clearly promising his mouth wherever Tommy wants it, and when he's being so blatant and looking at Tommy like that, it's easy for Tommy to meet Adam's eyes; to watch Adam swallow and his lips part a little, tongue just flickering over the lower one like a promise, and to find that it's no longer butterflies but desire that twists through his stomach and makes his skin tingle.
It feels like a movie, where everyone falls silent, but in actuality only Sasha and David are quiet, because they're the only two close enough to notice Adam's entrance; everybody else just keeps on chattering and laughing and celebrating the end of tour. Well, for a few seconds, until Adam's presence permeates the room properly, at which point they all go quiet for a second and then start clapping and whooping, and Adam beams and sweeps a bow.
He tells them the tour was amazing and he loves them all for making it so, and that it's the best thing he's ever been a part of. Pretty much everyone gets a shout-out (Allison responds to his "Love you, little sister," by blowing him a double handful of kisses), and then he laughs and says "But I've been rambling for too long, so I'm gonna shut up, but I just wanna say - I hope you all have an awesome time tonight, cause you all fucking deserve it!" More cheers and hollers greet that, and then he comes away from the doorway and heads towards the drinks, stopping to chat and hug people on the way.
"I give him five minutes, max," Sasha says quietly into Tommy's ear, and pats him on the shoulder before she practically skips off to go talk to Taylor and Allison.
Tommy turns immediately to David, who raises his eyebrows at him and smirks. "What're you waiting for, Ratliff? Go get your guy!" He raises his voice. "Hey, Adam!"
Adam's head snaps up like someone yanked his leash, and his eyes skip straight over to Tommy - his gaze is seriously fucking intense, like he wants to strip Tommy right here. Tommy shoots him a smile, as flirtatious as he knows how, and Adam breaks their eye contact to return to the conversation he was having with Liz. She shakes her head at him though and laughs, saying something that makes Adam grin back at her, and then he's walking away from her and over to Tommy and David, who claps Tommy on the back and skedaddles away to go talk to Cam.
Adam hugs him like he always does, tight and unselfconscious, but when they disengage he leaves an arm curled around Tommy's shoulders, and ducks his head so he can talk right into Tommy's ear. "Jesus Tommy, warn a guy next time you wear something like that!"
"But where's the fun in that?" Tommy murmurs back. "Anyway, it worked didn't it?"
"God yeah," Adam breathes.
"Jesus, finally."
"I'm sorry! It's just I thought you-"
"Later," Tommy says, cutting him off before they get sidetracked away from the fucking point of all this (which - oh hey - is, in fact, fucking. Heh.). "Will you like, seriously offend anyone if you leave now and don't come back for the rest of the night?"
He hears Adam's breath catch. Then, "Do you know, right now I don't give a shit," he says, and steers Tommy forcefully towards the door.
The moment it's shut behind them (Tommy manfully resisting the urge to look back and see if everyone's watching them leave, given they all seemed to know) Adam swings him round and presses him into the wall, hands braced just above Tommy's shoulders.
"Please tell me your room is free."
"Fucking duh," Tommy says, and fishes in his back pocket for the keycard, which of course means he has to shift away from the wall and up against Adam to get to it; he's warm and solid and watches Tommy with a quirk to his mouth that says he knows exactly what Tommy's doing. Tommy does his best to look innocent, and holds up the card between thumb and fingers, not bothering to move back again.
"Good," Adam murmurs, and slides away, flourishing a hand down the corridor. "Lead on, baby."
*
Adam stays a pace or so behind him all the way down to his room, but as soon as Tommy stops he's right there at his back, hands cupping Tommy's waist and running slowly back and forth over his stomach, with the result that it takes Tommy about five tries to get the keycard into it's slot. As soon as the door's open Adam bundles him through, making Tommy giggle, but then Adam's got him up against the wall and it's a lot harder to laugh with Adam's mouth on his.
Not that Tommy particularly wants to laugh any more - he'd thought the stage kisses were serious, given the tongue and Adam's hand curved posessively over his throat, but this is so much more fucking intense, now there no crowd to play up for, no song to continue singing. Adam's hands are sliding over his torso, revelling in the feel of the corset material under his palms, and he's kissing Tommy deep and sensuous, really properly paying attention to him now, taking the time to more fully learn what he likes and how he responds. Some things he already knows though, and while one hand settles at Tommy's waist, thumb tucked around the side, fingers spanned over his lower back, the other comes slithering up his spine (where it pauses for a moment, fingers lightly collaring the back of his neck) and into his hair, where it closes into a fist and pulls his head back, baring his throat and kind of offering his mouth up for Adam's taking.
Adam's hand keeps up a steady tug-and-release on his hair, and with Tommy's head arched back like this he feels kind of pinned, controlled, enthralled in the best way, and all he can do is push up onto his toes and into the steadying curve of Adam's body over him and kiss him back. His hands are totally free though, and he runs them down over Adam's back, feeling the shape of him under his palms, and down to Adam's hips, where he curls his fingers through Adam's beltloops and pulls him in.
Adam makes a low noise into the kiss, and then they're pressed right together, chest to fucking ankle, and Adam's fingers go tight in his hair. He rolls his hips forward, licking into Tommy's mouth, and oh, fuck yeah, why haven't they done this sooner? Adam breaks the kiss and drops his head to bite gently at the upcurve of Tommy's jaw, then trails down to his neck and across his collarbone. Then he's pulling back, hands flat on Tommy's chest, and unhooking the first couple of fastenings by pressing his thumbs inwards and rucking up the material, baring a little V of skin. He hums and ducks forward, licking straight up the middle of the V, and Tommy lets his head thunk back against the wall.
"Bed?" he suggests breathlessly, and Adam nips at the other collarbone and presses a hand up between Tommy's legs, palm hot against Tommy's dick.
"Or I could just blow you here."
"Nnngh," Tommy says coherantly, arching into his touch without conscious thought, and Adam laughs a little and rubs at him, lazy and promising.
"Yeah? You'd like that?"
"You have to ask?" Tommy manages, and Adam chuckles and slides his hand up and away, bringing it back up with the other one so he can pop open the corset a little more, and then a little more again, dotting kisses on every new inch of exposed skin. Tommy frees his fingers from Adam's jeans so he can wind one pointedly into Adam's hair, and Adam grins, drops a final kiss on Tommy's chest (the corset now open to about his sternum), then folds fluidly down to his knees. He nuzzles forward, mouthing teasingly at Tommy's cock through the material, and reaches up to undo his pants.
Sutan had plucked Tommy's underwear right out of his arms as he was carrying it and his pants into the bathroom with him ("Oh no. You are freeballing, boy, because you are gettin' laid!"), so once Adam's got Tommy's pants down round his thighs he hums approvingly and then licks right up Tommy's cock, lapping at the head before he shifts up a little further and takes it smoothly into his mouth. Tommy's fingers clench in Adam's hair, and he has to make himself relax them a little so he doesn't like, pull Adam's hair out, and his other hand curls helplessly into the shoulder of Adam's t-shirt, feeling the fabric under his knuckles, warm from Adam's skin.
He knows he's bucking into it, little twitches of his hips, but all Adam does is splay both hands over the tops of Tommy's thighs, fingertips occasionally flexing a little, to stop him from going completely crazy with it. And christ, he's good at giving head; is into it and yet also in control of it, knows exactly what makes Tommy's breath catch and his hips snap foward. All too soon though, he's pulling off and swiping a hand over his mouth, uncurling back onto his feet.
"Okay baby, bed."
They're both already barefoot so at least they don't have to worry about hopping around like idiots trying to get shoes and socks off; Tommy shucks his pants the rest of the way, then pauses, contemplating whether to properly undo the corset.
"No, leave it on," Adam says, low, and Tommy looks up to find him watching him, t-shirt off and pants undone. Tommy nods and crosses over to the bed, eyes dropping without his input to the open fly of Adam's pants and then flitting back up, and Adam grins and peels them down and off. He's got freckles everywhere, across his chest and down over his thighs and scattered across his stomach, and the dark hair is even more of a contrast when you can see the rest of him doesn't match up. He drops easily down onto the bed and settles over Tommy on his hands and knees, leaning down to kiss him again, even dirtier than before. Tommy arches up into it, curling his hands around Adam's shoulders and upper arms, and Adam's laugh rumbles in his chest as he turns it into a series of light little kisses, then sits back and concentrates on flicking open the last of the corset hooks. The material falls away either side of Tommy's torso, and Adam practically purrs and leans down to mouth at his chest, licking experiemntally over one of Tommy's nipples. It's not really Tommy's thing but it still makes something spark under his skin, dull but definitely there, and he sinks a hand into Adam's hair and lets him do whatever, closing his eyes and just letting himself feel.
After a few minutes Adam's tongue slides straight down to his bellybutton, and Tommy jerks, breath stuttering. Adam grins against his skin, then drops the rest of the way down with a distinct lack of teasing and closes his mouth aorund Tommy's cock again. Tommy makes a stupid, shuddery noise and flails his free hand into Adam's hair too, mostly just for something to hold onto that has a direct bearing on what Adam's doing to him rather than because Adam needs the guidance.
"Ad- Adam," Tommy says raggedly, when Adam does something amazing with his tongue that makes Tommy's thighs quiver and that sweet ache flare low in his stomach, and Adam's eyes flick up to meet his. One of his hands is on Tommy's hip, and the other arm's curled around his thigh, and as Tommy starts arching into his mouth in earnest, Adam's grip tightens enough to stop Tommy going too far, but otherwise he just takes it. Tommy comes with a shudder and a gasp, and Adam doesn't pull away until he's slumped back onto the bed, panting and boneless.
"Good, baby?" he murmurs, sliding up Tommy's body, and Tommy uses the hands he still has in his hair to pull him in for a kiss. Adam sinks down against him, still hard, and Tommy unclenches one hand and drops it down to close around him. Adam bucks forward, and Tommy jacks him a little roughly, then twists them sideways and slithers down.
"You, you don't-" Adam says breathlessly, fingers twining through Tommy's bangs even as he pushes them off his face, and Tommy licks at the head of his dick and then takes it into his mouth before Adam has a chance to finish that sentence. He isn't even gonna try and do anything like what Adam just did to him, because he knows it'd just end up a mess, but he can do this, use his tongue and his hand and bob his head up and down, and Adam is breathing shallow and shaky above him and he's making these incredibly hot, breathless noises, so Tommy figures it'll do. He finds a spot that makes Adam arch helplessly and laps at it, hollowing his cheeks as he sucks, and abruptly Adam's hand tightens hard in his hair and he's pulling him away as he comes, Tommy stroking him through it instead.
Adam starfishes out on the bed afterwards, one hand still playing absently with Tommy's hair. "So, I should wear corsets more often," Tommy says finally, leaning up on one arm and pulling the discarded thing out from under Adam's far shoulder, making him grumble because he has to resettle himself.
"You should," Adam agrees lazily, running a hand down it. "Don't tell me you picked that out yourself though."
"Sutan may have helped," Tommy admits, flicking it in the vague direction of his pants, and Adam's hand slips from his hair to the back of his neck, a warm, fitted weight. He squeezes gently, almost a massage.
"Yeah, he does that," Adam says, yawning. "And then he takes all the credit."
Tommy smacks blindly until he gets Adam's hip. "Well if you hadn't been such a - what did he call it? 'backwards-ass moron'? - then he wouldn't need to."
"Well maybe you shoud've realized I never acted the same with any of the others on stage the way I did with you."
"Yeah yeah, we both suck," Tommy says agreeably, pushing back into Adam's touch like a cat.
Adam sniggers. "Oh, we do," he purrs, and Tommy groans and buries his face in the sheets.