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Title: No Expectations - Chapter Seventeen
Author: firiel77
Word Count: 5663
Warnings: WIP, Mpreg
Rating: M
Pairings: Adam/Tommy
Summary: Tommy’s just feeling a bit off. Set about five years in the future. Adam is a Rock God. Tommy plays guitar for him.
Beta: thrace_adams Whee, thanks so much for stepping in with the beta and the encouragement.
CreditThank you to chaosmanor for graciously agreeing to let me rework her wonderful story Thursday's Child in a different fandom; this fic is what inspired me to try mpreg which is saying something. I encourage everyone to read it. It can be found right here.
Disclaimer: This is fiction people.
Feedback: Sure. Let me know what’s working for you.
Authors Notes: I never thought I’d do it but this is a big old MPreg. Read if you dare. It’s also a WIP and I’m not sure where it will go yet although it will probably be fairly long and I’ve got quite a few chapters roughed out. I’ve just been seeing people pining for domestic fics and (gulp) babies so thought I’d give it a shot.
Thank you jashelle1 for the awesome banner and poster you did for my story. You’re the best.
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Austin turning three months seemed to sneak up on Tommy and Adam. Although individual days sometimes dragged by it was amazing how fast the time passed when you were busy with a baby. Adam was working on his next album; trying to choose songs, looking at different producers, and deciding on the sound. The process wasn’t coming easily. He never talked much about it but Tommy could sense Adam was worried. There was a lot riding on the next one.
The last album would be hard to top. It was still on the charts for fuck’s sake, but it was also a greatest hits compilation and was contained of a lot of Adam’s early work. The two albums before, though wildly popular, had been universally panned by the critics. Reviews had suggested Adam was running out of ideas and even that his over the top persona had become a caricature of himself. The live album had momentarily silenced the critics but if there was ever a time for a home run it was now.
Adam knew this album would face intense scrutiny so he wanted to get it right. He wanted to try something new, intended to jettison the electronics and overproduction he’d been criticized for in the past. It needed to be real. That was why he was insisting on his band and not studio musicians. But it was a leap of faith and he wasn’t sure he had the right material yet, hence the indecision.
The band was completely on board with the idea. The timing was good. Monte was on hiatus from his own group and so was free to devote his time to Adam. Tommy had talked Isaac into it. Tommy had been trying his hand at writing some music whenever he had a chance; it felt good to play again and he felt like he was bursting with ideas, at least when he wasn’t too tired to think.
But today was a day off. It was Saturday morning, a warm spring day, and time to put off worrying about song choices. Adam had woken up, seen the sunshine and insisted they head down to The Grove for a walk and a little shopping. Tommy had readily agreed. It felt good to get out into the fresh air and Austin was getting easier to take places. He enjoyed the outings now as much as anyone.
Tommy was sitting at an outdoor cafe with Austin while Adam shopped for some new clothes. While Tommy had lost weight Adam had put some on and everything he had was too tight. He’d given up on his weights and running for the moment; work and baby left little time to go to the gym. Tommy didn’t push it. He didn’t care; he thought Adam looked damn hot either way. It wasn’t as if he was a hard-body himself.
They’d left the car seat behind and carried Austin while they browsed the shops but he’d gotten hungry so Tommy had bowed out to find a place to sit. He held Austin upright on his lap so he could watch the people on the sidwalk while he dug for a bottle. When his latte came he took off his sunglasses and sat back, letting Austin eat. He shut his eyes and basked in the sunshine while his coffee cooled enough to drink over the baby.
The cafe wasn’t very busy and only a few other tables were occupied. The weather had been cool and rainy and had only just warmed up again in the past few days. A few people had taken advantage of the good weather, but not many. Business would likely pick up in the afternoon but for now Tommy was enjoying the solitude. He still had his eyes shut when he heard someone say, “Tommy?”
He looked up to find Carmen making her way across the café towards him, a thin smile on her face, eyes fixed on Austin. Tommy watched nervously as she sat down at his table. He wasn’t at all sure how this would go and glanced around to see if anyone was nearby.
“Hi, Carmen,” he replied guardedly. He so didn’t want any kind of a scene.
“Is this…?” Carmen asked, finally looking at Tommy. “Is this your baby?”
“Yeah. This is Austin,” Tommy told her. Austin opened his eyes when Tommy said his name and peered up at him over his bottle. His eyes had changed to brown already, a deep brown like Tommy’s.
“He’s gorgeous,” she told him. “He looks a bit like you.” Carmen looked up at Tommy. “I didn’t know you were around. No one’s seen you in a long time.”
Tommy nodded. “Yeah, I’m back. I’ve been back for a while now.”
Carmen nodded. “I’ve been away. Just home until the end of the month and then I’m doing a movie in New York.” She pushed her sunglasses up onto her forehead and smiled at Tommy more warmly.
“I hadn’t expected to see you; I didn’t recognize you at first. I heard what people were saying about you going into rehab and I knew it wasn’t what was going on but I didn’t know where you went....” and her voice trailed off.
“I did go away while I was waiting for Austin,” Tommy told her. It was funny, he still couldn’t bring himself to say pregnant. “I live here again now. This is where we need to be, you know, for my career.”
Carmen bit her lip as she looked thoughtfully at Tommy. “Look, I’m sorry for how things ended between us. I handled it badly, just taking off like that.”
Tommy shook his head. “I’m sorry too. I was an asshole. I really screwed up. ”
Carmen frowned. “I still shouldn’t have abandoned you at that clinic by yourself.”
Tommy shrugged and looked at her. “It’s alright, Carmen. It was probably good you did that. It made me call Adam. He came and got me. Otherwise I don’t know if I would have told him.”
Carmen’s eyes narrowed a little and dropped back down to Austin, who was mostly asleep now, leisurely sucking the last of his bottle.
“Adam?” she said, and Tommy felt uneasy at the hostility in her tone. “Adam? Is he…?”
Tommy nodded, and took the empty bottle out of Austin’s mouth, put it on the table and lifted him up against his shoulder. “Adam is Austin’s father,” he said simply.
Carmen’s mouth pursed at the thought, and Tommy wondered for a moment if she’d had collagen injections. “I mean, obviously he’s gay, but I never knew you two where.....I just thought he was your boss.” Carmen sat back. “He was always such a prick; I didn’t think any of you guys even liked him. Obviously I missed something.”
Tommy didn’t try to stop her. After what he’d done, it didn’t seem right to try to silence her. He felt an urge to defend Adam but then realized Carmen had only ever seen him at shows where his perfectionism brought out the worst. It wasn’t like no one else had said the same things.
She shook her head. “I can’t believe you cheated on me with him,” she finally said quietly. “I had no idea.”
Tommy’s eyes flickered across the cafe for a moment. “I never meant to hurt you.”
Carmen shrugged and looked away and Tommy realized that despite her tough-mindedness she still had the capacity to be hurt by his actions. He looked down at his steaming coffee while he tried to think of what to say, to justify what he’d done.
“Adam and I just always had this thing, you know, and even after I met you I just couldn’t seem to stop.” He paused a moment and cleared his throat, “I guess we, I mean I just never really thought....” he ended with a shrug.
When he looked back up Carmen was watching Austin, now completely asleep against Tommy shoulder. “Has he stood by you? Is he helping you with the baby?”
Tommy nodded, and Austin’s hair tickled his chin. “He’s been amazing.” Tommy looked Carmen in the eyes for the first time. “I’m staying at his condo. We’re living together now. He’s changed, a lot.”
Carmen didn't seem convinced but she looked at Tommy thoughtfully a moment and then nodded. She pushed her chair back and picked up her purse, holding it in her lap. “Well, I’m glad everything worked out. And you don’t have to worry, I’ve never told anyone. And I won’t.”
“Thanks’,” Tommy told her and he meant it. What he’d experienced in the last year was amazing but he never wanted to have to go public and explain it, ever. He’d had more than a few sleepless nights worrying that Carmen might tell his secret. Tommy noticed Carmen was wearing a rock sized diamond on her left ring finger and nodded at it.
“Congratulations,” he told her. “You’re engaged, right?”
Carmen looked down at her hand with a satisfied glance. “Yes, I am.” She smiled at Austin again. “It’s hard to believe that he was that tiny shape I saw on the ultrasound screen. I’m glad he’s okay.”
Tommy nodded. “He’s perfect.”
Carmen stood up. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around. I’m meeting some friends for lunch.”
She gave Tommy one more short smile. “All the best with Austin.” Then she was gone.
Tommy watched her go and then kissed the top of Austin’s head, taking in the warm, clean baby smell of him. He wondered why Carmen hadn’t bothered to wish him the best with Adam as well and then shrugged mentally. He stood up with Austin in his arms, dropped the empty bottle into his backpack and went to pay for his unfinished latte. He checked his watch and figured Adam must be just about shopped out.
He pulled out his cell and called Adam and then set off down the pedestrian mall to find him. Tommy hoped he was done. Adam had mentioned the Farmers Market earlier and Tommy had never been to it. He wanted to check it out. If anyone would have told him he’d be shopping for fresh vegetables a year ago he would have asked what drugs they were on and yet here he was.
When he reached the clothing store Adam was just walking out. His hands were full of bags and he smiled broadly when he saw them. He leaned down and kissed the top of Austin’s head and then kissed Tommy lightly on the mouth.
“Hey beautiful. Ready to move on?”
“Sure, if you are,” Tommy nodded.
“Yeah, I’m done. Let’s get the car and we’ll go to the market.”
Tommy pressed in against Adam as they walked and Adam obligingly transferred his bags to one hand and threw the other one around Tommy’s shoulder. They fit well and it felt good to be out together as a family. A few people looked at them as they passed; more because Austin was a cute baby rather than that they were a couple. It barely warranted a glance in Hollywood.
Once in the car Tommy turned to Adam. “So, I ran into Carmen when I was having a coffee,” he said.
“Really?” Adam glanced across at him. “She didn’t make a scene, did she?”
“No, she was fine,” Tommy assured him. “She liked Austin. Doesn’t seem to like you much.”
“So she knows?” Adam asked glumly.
“Yeah. I told her,” Tommy shrugged. “She’d find out anyway.”
Adam turned back to the road. “I bet she hate’s my guts,” he said.
“Pretty much.”
Adam frowned. He didn’t look happy at all. “You know, it’s never been my style to hook up with guys when they’re already in a relationship. You’re the only time I’ve ever really done it,” he admitted. “I feel like a shit.”
Tommy leaned back in the seat and shut his eyes. “Yeah, so do I, but it’s done now. Carmen will be fine. Anyway, I was the one who was dating her, not you.”
“Do you think she’ll tell anyone?” Adam asked him.
Tommy shook his head. “No. She told me she wouldn’t. I think I believe her.” He looked ahead for a minute. “Anyway, she’s moved on. She’s got a huge diamond ring. She’s engaged.”
“Wow. To......”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Tommy affirmed. Carmen had managed to catch the eye of the lead singer of a famous band that was as successful as Adam. “Biggest fucking diamond I’ve ever seen.”
The sun was brighter when they got to the Farmers Market and Tommy pulled a hat on Austin’s head when they got out of the car and pulled a fabric shopping bag from the back seat. They briefly considered the stroller but decided they it wouldn’t be needed; Austin sometimes wasn’t big on it. Adam carried Austin this time holding hands with Tommy as they walked towards the market stalls.
Adam ran into someone he knew and stopped to chat. Tommy checked Austin’s face again to make sure he was shaded and then turned to browsed the produce nearby while Adam talked, checking the avocados for ripeness before buying six of them. He chose some tomatoes too and then wandered back to Adam and Austin.
Austin loved going out. He was staring around with wide open eyes, drinking in the bright awnings and signs, the fruit and veggies laid out in rows, the people milling around. Tommy had thought at first that he’d be frightened on these outings but he never seemed to be. Tommy figured it was the difference between observing the world from the safety of his daddy’s arms and staring at people’s knees from his stroller.
Tommy bought some oranges at the next stall and added them to the bag. His face lit up when he turned back and noticed Austin staring at him. He lifted his sunglasses off his eyes, and saw Austin smile in recognition. He dropped them again, and Austin looked puzzled and Tommy tickled his cheek gently. “It’s still me, buddy,” he said, and Austin smiled once more.
“Got everything you want?” Adam asked, and Tommy smiled at him.
The world shrunk around Tommy, all the noise and people faded away, leaving him and Adam standing alone, their son in Adam’s arms. Tommy slid his sunglasses onto his forehead so Adam could see his eyes, deep brown and true. Tommy smiled, “How could I possibly want anything else?” he asked, and squeezed Adam’s arm.
Someone bumped into Tommy’s back and apologized, Austin gurgled and the world shifted back. Adam beamed down at him and Tommy saw him beginning to colour. He jiggled Austin in his arms, still grinning, and they headed for the car. Tommy couldn’t imagine wanting much more than he already had.
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Isaac licked across his top lip, removing the foam from his cappuccino that had clung there, and Monte leant back in his seat, giving the waitress room to put his plate, heaped with omelette, in front of him. “Okay, let’s see it,” Monte said, and Adam pulled the sleeve of his T-shirt up. The tattoo was new enough that its edges were raised and red compared with the surrounding skin.
“That’s cool, man,” Monte told him after he’d had a close look. Adam had finally gotten around to having his tat done, the one with the initials of the three of them. “I like it.”
Isaac leaned across the table to have a look too. “Nice,” he agreed. Tommy didn’t bother to tell them that he’d gotten the exact same thing; same place and everything. He had so many tats of his own it would probably take them a year to notice. Anyway, that one was just for Adam.
They’d all met for breakfast to discuss the upcoming schedule at the recording studio. The songs were pretty much set, producer and engineers chosen, and the studio booked. All they had to do was finalize the arrangements and start laying down tracks. Tommy could hardly wait. He and Adam had been messing around with some of the songs and he thought they were really good.
Childcare had been arranged with Dia, Neil and Leila, all lined up for some shifts although Tommy figured some days they’d just bring Austin along and see how he did. The mom’s were great and even Neil had turned out to be an accomplished sitter much to everyone’s surprise, not the least being Neil. Austin quite liked his time with Uncle Neil and Neil was looking a lot more comfortable with his charge. At least he didn’t look like he was gingerly taking out the garbage whenever he carried Austin anywhere.
Austin was sitting on Tommy’s lap while they ate, his fist shoved in his mouth. His hair was filling in and dark like Tommy’s natural colour and he was sucking contentedly on his fingers. Tommy leant forward and lifted a forkful of scrambled eggs to his mouth. Austin’s eyes were firmly fixed on the food’s travel and he watched intrigued as Tommy chewed.
“When will he start eating real food?” Isaac asked, finishing the last of his Eggs Benedict.
“Another couple of months,” Adam answered immediately. He was still the final word on all things baby and continued to follow what Tommy referred to as the instruction manual religiously. Monte rolled his eyes at the note of authority; after four children he’d had a bit of experience himself. Tommy just hoped that Adam never found out that he’d caught his mom feeding Austin cereal already one morning because he knew Adam would have a fit.
Adam was almost finished eating. He was trying to cut down and had only fresh fruit and a bran muffin which he was picking at, trying to make it last, while he moodily watched everyone else enjoy their much larger meals. He was on his forth cup of black coffee.
“Okay,” he said, finally getting down to business. “I’ve got the studio booked for the next three weeks. Monte, you know what one it is, right?”
“The one over on Sunset?” Monte asked.
“Yeah,” Adam nodded. “How about we all meet tomorrow at ten? We can see how it goes.” Adam looked from Monte to Isaac; he already knew Tommy was on board. He smiled when the others nodded their assent.
They continued to chat about the album, what instruments they needed to bring, what they should use for the different songs. Adam had chosen, at Tommy’s suggestion, a producer he’d never used before; one who had made several albums they both admired. The guy favoured a stripped down, authentic sound. He’d taken a few groups back to their rock and roll roots to amazing effect.
Adam had insisted that Tommy do blues guitar; he had a couple songs chosen to showcase his talent. Monte, still Adams long suffering musical director, had agreed wholeheartedly and he and Tommy had been working on the arrangements. They had some great stuff ready to lie down.
Tommy took another mouthful of egg, Austin’s eyes still watching every move. It seemed like it took him forever to eat anything these days. No wonder the weight was coming off without really trying. Monte held out a piece of pineapple from his plate to Austin and he sucked on it with obvious relish. It was too much for Adam.
“What are you doing, Monte? Adam scolded. “He can’t eat that.”
“Relax, Adam,” Monte assured him. “He’s just sucking on it. It’s cold. It feels good on his gums.”
Adam would have none of it. “Too acidic,” he pronounced and Monte grudgingly relented. Austin objected when Monte took his pineapple back and wailed in protest. He really did take after Adam. He had a great set of lungs. Tommy tried to distract him by bouncing him but doing it made it damn difficult to eat; like rubbing his stomach and patting his head at the same time.
“Here, I’m done. Give him to me so you can finish,” Adam offered, putting his last bite of muffin in his mouth, and Tommy passed their son over. Adam tossed Austin up and down a few times until he forgot about the disappearing fruit and then propped him against his shoulder so he could peer behind them. Austin blew some bubbles and then wrapped one of his tiny hands in Adams hair and pulled on it.
“Ow,” Adam laughed. “No hair pulling, mister.”
He tried to pull his head away while Isaac untangled tiny spit covered fingers from the strands of his hair. Tommy watched and laughed at the pained looks on Adam’s face while he shovelled in the rest of his breakfast. He was getting good at eating one handed but he wasn’t about to pass up the chance to use both. When he was done he leaned back in his chair and put his hands across his stomach.
The conversation lulled and Tommy realized Monte was staring past him at the street. “Either of you been getting followed by the paps?” he said, looking back at Tommy and Adam.
Adam shook his head. “No, not yet. Why?”
“Shit,” Monte grumbled. “There’s a couple photographers behind those parked cars. Looks like it might be my fault. Sorry about that, guys. I seem to have some of my own. Never thought I’d see the day,” Monte told them in bemusement, shaking his head. “We should’ve sat inside.”
Tommy looked around the café and shook his head. It was a bright morning; it was beautiful underneath the giant umbrellas. “Too nice to stay inside,” he said, “fuck that.”
He glanced to the street and saw the photographers working their way closer, cameras at the ready. They’d probably already taken a bunch of photos of Adam with Austin. Tommy bent in and whispered to Adam, “What do you think about coming out?”
Adam blinked at Tommy in surprise and then glanced towards the street. “Here?” he asked. “Right now?”
“Sure. Why the fuck not?” Tommy grinned.
“You’re crazy,” Adam smiled back at him, obviously warming to the idea.
Tommy winked. “So? How about it?”
Adam finished his coffee and then nodded. “Yeah, okay. Today is as good a day as any.”
Adam put down his cup and handed Austin to Monte so that his hands were free. He then leaned over and kissed Tommy thoroughly. It was no peck on the cheek. Adam’s hand was curled around the back of Tommy’s head, thumb brushing over his cheekbone and Tommy rested one of his hands on Adam’s shoulder.
Tommy kissed Adam right back, tiny flames of desire starting to run through him, and he was distantly aware of Monte saying, “Jesus, get a room you two. This is worse than the fucking concerts.” Isaac didn’t say anything, just hooting his approval for the scene in front of him. Austin had no comment although to be fair, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before.
When Adam pulled back, his eyes were sparkling at Tommy, and Tommy couldn’t stop himself from grinning. He could imagine the paparazzi snapping away madly while they made out in public. They’d been under the radar before but not anymore. Tommy figured the pictures would be on TV and in the tabloids by the end of the day.
Tommy took Austin back from Monte, Isaac slapped him enthusiastically on the shoulder and they all broke into easy laughter. It felt good to just say what the hell. When Tommy glanced over at Adam he saw that he had a smug, self-satisfied smile on his face. He winked back at Tommy when he saw him watching him.
They finished the last of their breakfast and sat back while the waitress cleared the table. When she dropped off the check Adam took it and got up to pay. Monte followed Adam inside while Isaac waited with Tommy and Austin on the patio.
“Adam’s changed in the last year,” Isaac observed.
Tommy nodded and laughed again when he noticed the photographers pile into an SUV and take off down the street. They hadn’t even waited for the fucking vehicle to stop. Tommy figured they were trying to beat a deadline.
“So have you. You’re like a different person, I have to say.”
Tommy shrugged and looked at him. “I guess I am. My priorities have changed a bit.”
“No shit. You’re a lucky guy, you know? He’s a great baby.”
Tommy almost choked on that one but he let it go, just thinking that Isaac obviously had never spent a day, or a night, with Austin.
“Yeah. We are lucky,” he told Isaac, and realized how much he meant it.
They met Adam and Monte on the street and headed back to where they’d parked. On the way they passed a music store and Tommy and Monte both pulled up to look at the guitars in the window. They were irresistible; like shiny objects attracting magpies. Adam laughed and took Austin from Tommy so the two of them could go inside and have a look, saying that he and Isaac would wait at the cars.
Walking back when they were done Monte asked Tommy, “Are you going to say anything to Isaac about Austin?”
Tommy looked up in surprise. “Why?”
“He knows there’s more to this than you just knocking someone up.”
“What has he said?” Tommy asked uneasily. He’d sensed earlier that Isaac had more to say, that he was just looking for the right opening. Tommy was just real good at ignoring the cues that someone wanted to have a serious discussion. It had taken years but he’d pretty much perfected the art.
Monte shrugged. “He’s just been asking stuff. Mostly about Adam. Why he’s so involved with you and Austin. Why the hell he’s so good with him.” Monte chuckled, “He hasn’t always had the best opinion of Adam.”
Tommy snorted at that. It was a bit of an understatement. “Yeah, I know. But that was just on the tour. Isaac’s okay with him now? Isn’t he?”
Monte smiled. “Yeah, he’s cool. Adam’s won him back over.”
“Good.” Tommy looked at Monte seriously. “What have you told Isaac?”
“Nothing man,” Monte said immediately. “Just that if he wants to know anything he needs to ask you and Adam, that’s all. It’s not my story to tell.”
“And he’s okay with that?”
Monte laughed. “We’ll, I think he’s a little disappointed he couldn’t get more out of me but.....“ he ended with a shrug.
Tommy nodded sombrely. “Isaac’s a good friend. I’ve been meaning to tell him, you know?”
Monte threw his arm over Tommy’s shoulder and pulled him in. “I know. You’ll tell him when the time’s right.”
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The next day the tabloids ran the headline: “Whose baby?” with photos of Adam and Tommy holding Austin, and Tommy cut the pages out of the magazine and stuck them on the fridge. The photo of Adam kissing him he carefully stored in his box of photos.
Adam called his PR team the next morning and shortly afterwards a brief statement was issued to the media. Adam Lambert was indeed in a relationship with his guitarist and the two of them had a son. No further information was provided. When he steadfastly refused to answer questions regarding Austin’s paternity the media eventually stopped asking. Boring, stable couples didn’t generate a lot of interest. Soon Adam was being asked more about his music again rather his private life.
Tommy was happy to remain in Adam’s shadow in regard to media coverage. The only people interested in his private life were his friends, well, and his loyal fans. He’d not tweeted since he found out he was pregnant, barely looked at the internet, and once Austin came there had been no fucking time. When the story broke he decided he should make an effort and got back on.
As he suspected his Twitter feed went crazy. His fans were thrilled. There were a lot of “I knew its” about Adam that left Tommy laughing and shaking his head as he scrolled through them. He didn’t have a lot he needed to say about their relationship, just “Wish @adamlambert and I the best. We love all of you. Thank you for your support.”
Afterwards he’d taken a picture of the three of them, Adam and Tommy grinning into the phone and Austin looking somewhere else and then uploaded it for his followers. Then he forced himself to put down his phone, before he was tempted to look at his @replies. There was just no time for it. Austin needed a bath and a final bottle before bed.
Once Austin was down for the night Tommy yawned and headed for the bedroom. Adam was in the shower, he could hear him singing and the water running behind the bathroom door. Tommy pulled off his clothes and went to join him; he could barely keep his eyes open he was so tired but naked Adam in the shower was too much to resist. He could feel the thought going directly to his groin and he stroked himself a couple times while he walked.
Tommy pulled the shower door open and slipped in behind Adam, asking, “Want me to wash your back?” before wrapping his arms around him. He rocked his hips, thrusting between Adam’s legs in case he didn’t get the point.
Adam turned in his arms so they were face to face and smiled down at Tommy. “Sure, baby,” and kissed him. Adam had been in the midst of rinsing his hair and Tommy tasted soap when he forced his tongue through Adam’s lips and inside his mouth.
Tommy pressed against Adam and rocked some more as he ran his fingers up and down over Adam’s back. He could feel Adam getting hard immediately; their cocks rubbing against each other, trapped between their bodies. Adam finally pulled back to take a breath, remnants of shampoo still trailing down his cheek.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked, panting softly while he said it.
“In here?” Tommy was doubtful, wondering about the difference in height. “Not sure it would work.”
Adam considered a moment, “We could get out?” When he realized that Tommy had no intention of stopping what he was doing right then he continued, “Or I could jerk you off?” He reached down and took Tommy in hand and gave a slow pull from base to head to emphasize his point.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Tommy groaned.
The sensation made his knees buckle and he tightened his arms around Adam’s waist and rested his head on his chest. Adam guided Tommy to the wall and pressed against him, wrapping one arm around him for support and resuming his stroking with the other. He bent down and nibbled gently on Tommy’s ear, running his tongue over his piercings. It made Tommy shudder. He shut his eyes and concentrated on not falling on his ass.
The shower tiles were cold against Tommy’s shoulder, even colder against his ribs, and he clung desperately to the soap dish with one hand, trying not to slip on the slick tile underfoot. Tommy had his other hand clamped onto Adam’s hip. He bowed his head so that the water would run off and lessen the chance of it being pulled into his mouth or nose with each forced breath.
The exhaust fan was running and Tommy hoped that it, along with the sound of the shower, would be enough to cover the sounds Adam was pulling from him. Tommy wasn’t sure it would work so he hoped like hell Neil wouldn’t come home before they were finished. He’d lately taken to going out to movies in the evening with friends and pointedly told them when to expect him home. Neil wanted no more surprises.
Tommy had shampoo stinging in his eyes, the hot water was failing, and his mind was hazy with fatigue, but what Adam was doing still felt pretty amazing. He hung on tight and began thrusting into Adam’s fist. He shut his eyes and came with a deep groan.
Adam reached out a hand and turned off the cold water tap and Tommy slumped against his side, breathing hard, his legs shaking slightly. Adam turned around and grabbed him as he staggered a little, supporting him for a moment. Tommy smiled weakly in thanks and rinsed the come and the last of the soap off his body in what was left of the warm water and watched groggily as Adam did the same.
Tommy was out on his feet. He’d been beat before they’d started but too driven by the testosterone pills he was still taking to just crawl into bed and go to sleep. Now he was so exhausted he could barely function and Adam held him steady once more as he swayed.
“Go to bed,” Adam told him, swinging open the shower door and pushing Tommy gently out.
“What about you,” Tommy asked, nodding at Adam’s still impressive erection.
Adam shook his head and smiled gently. “Go to bed. I’ll be there in a minute. I don’t think this will take long.” He bent down and kissed Tommy on the forehead before stepping back under the shower to take care of his himself. Tommy was asleep before Adam joined him in bed.
Chapter Eighteen
Author: firiel77
Word Count: 5663
Warnings: WIP, Mpreg
Rating: M
Pairings: Adam/Tommy
Summary: Tommy’s just feeling a bit off. Set about five years in the future. Adam is a Rock God. Tommy plays guitar for him.
Beta: thrace_adams Whee, thanks so much for stepping in with the beta and the encouragement.
CreditThank you to chaosmanor for graciously agreeing to let me rework her wonderful story Thursday's Child in a different fandom; this fic is what inspired me to try mpreg which is saying something. I encourage everyone to read it. It can be found right here.
Disclaimer: This is fiction people.
Feedback: Sure. Let me know what’s working for you.
Authors Notes: I never thought I’d do it but this is a big old MPreg. Read if you dare. It’s also a WIP and I’m not sure where it will go yet although it will probably be fairly long and I’ve got quite a few chapters roughed out. I’ve just been seeing people pining for domestic fics and (gulp) babies so thought I’d give it a shot.
Thank you jashelle1 for the awesome banner and poster you did for my story. You’re the best.
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Austin turning three months seemed to sneak up on Tommy and Adam. Although individual days sometimes dragged by it was amazing how fast the time passed when you were busy with a baby. Adam was working on his next album; trying to choose songs, looking at different producers, and deciding on the sound. The process wasn’t coming easily. He never talked much about it but Tommy could sense Adam was worried. There was a lot riding on the next one.
The last album would be hard to top. It was still on the charts for fuck’s sake, but it was also a greatest hits compilation and was contained of a lot of Adam’s early work. The two albums before, though wildly popular, had been universally panned by the critics. Reviews had suggested Adam was running out of ideas and even that his over the top persona had become a caricature of himself. The live album had momentarily silenced the critics but if there was ever a time for a home run it was now.
Adam knew this album would face intense scrutiny so he wanted to get it right. He wanted to try something new, intended to jettison the electronics and overproduction he’d been criticized for in the past. It needed to be real. That was why he was insisting on his band and not studio musicians. But it was a leap of faith and he wasn’t sure he had the right material yet, hence the indecision.
The band was completely on board with the idea. The timing was good. Monte was on hiatus from his own group and so was free to devote his time to Adam. Tommy had talked Isaac into it. Tommy had been trying his hand at writing some music whenever he had a chance; it felt good to play again and he felt like he was bursting with ideas, at least when he wasn’t too tired to think.
But today was a day off. It was Saturday morning, a warm spring day, and time to put off worrying about song choices. Adam had woken up, seen the sunshine and insisted they head down to The Grove for a walk and a little shopping. Tommy had readily agreed. It felt good to get out into the fresh air and Austin was getting easier to take places. He enjoyed the outings now as much as anyone.
Tommy was sitting at an outdoor cafe with Austin while Adam shopped for some new clothes. While Tommy had lost weight Adam had put some on and everything he had was too tight. He’d given up on his weights and running for the moment; work and baby left little time to go to the gym. Tommy didn’t push it. He didn’t care; he thought Adam looked damn hot either way. It wasn’t as if he was a hard-body himself.
They’d left the car seat behind and carried Austin while they browsed the shops but he’d gotten hungry so Tommy had bowed out to find a place to sit. He held Austin upright on his lap so he could watch the people on the sidwalk while he dug for a bottle. When his latte came he took off his sunglasses and sat back, letting Austin eat. He shut his eyes and basked in the sunshine while his coffee cooled enough to drink over the baby.
The cafe wasn’t very busy and only a few other tables were occupied. The weather had been cool and rainy and had only just warmed up again in the past few days. A few people had taken advantage of the good weather, but not many. Business would likely pick up in the afternoon but for now Tommy was enjoying the solitude. He still had his eyes shut when he heard someone say, “Tommy?”
He looked up to find Carmen making her way across the café towards him, a thin smile on her face, eyes fixed on Austin. Tommy watched nervously as she sat down at his table. He wasn’t at all sure how this would go and glanced around to see if anyone was nearby.
“Hi, Carmen,” he replied guardedly. He so didn’t want any kind of a scene.
“Is this…?” Carmen asked, finally looking at Tommy. “Is this your baby?”
“Yeah. This is Austin,” Tommy told her. Austin opened his eyes when Tommy said his name and peered up at him over his bottle. His eyes had changed to brown already, a deep brown like Tommy’s.
“He’s gorgeous,” she told him. “He looks a bit like you.” Carmen looked up at Tommy. “I didn’t know you were around. No one’s seen you in a long time.”
Tommy nodded. “Yeah, I’m back. I’ve been back for a while now.”
Carmen nodded. “I’ve been away. Just home until the end of the month and then I’m doing a movie in New York.” She pushed her sunglasses up onto her forehead and smiled at Tommy more warmly.
“I hadn’t expected to see you; I didn’t recognize you at first. I heard what people were saying about you going into rehab and I knew it wasn’t what was going on but I didn’t know where you went....” and her voice trailed off.
“I did go away while I was waiting for Austin,” Tommy told her. It was funny, he still couldn’t bring himself to say pregnant. “I live here again now. This is where we need to be, you know, for my career.”
Carmen bit her lip as she looked thoughtfully at Tommy. “Look, I’m sorry for how things ended between us. I handled it badly, just taking off like that.”
Tommy shook his head. “I’m sorry too. I was an asshole. I really screwed up. ”
Carmen frowned. “I still shouldn’t have abandoned you at that clinic by yourself.”
Tommy shrugged and looked at her. “It’s alright, Carmen. It was probably good you did that. It made me call Adam. He came and got me. Otherwise I don’t know if I would have told him.”
Carmen’s eyes narrowed a little and dropped back down to Austin, who was mostly asleep now, leisurely sucking the last of his bottle.
“Adam?” she said, and Tommy felt uneasy at the hostility in her tone. “Adam? Is he…?”
Tommy nodded, and took the empty bottle out of Austin’s mouth, put it on the table and lifted him up against his shoulder. “Adam is Austin’s father,” he said simply.
Carmen’s mouth pursed at the thought, and Tommy wondered for a moment if she’d had collagen injections. “I mean, obviously he’s gay, but I never knew you two where.....I just thought he was your boss.” Carmen sat back. “He was always such a prick; I didn’t think any of you guys even liked him. Obviously I missed something.”
Tommy didn’t try to stop her. After what he’d done, it didn’t seem right to try to silence her. He felt an urge to defend Adam but then realized Carmen had only ever seen him at shows where his perfectionism brought out the worst. It wasn’t like no one else had said the same things.
She shook her head. “I can’t believe you cheated on me with him,” she finally said quietly. “I had no idea.”
Tommy’s eyes flickered across the cafe for a moment. “I never meant to hurt you.”
Carmen shrugged and looked away and Tommy realized that despite her tough-mindedness she still had the capacity to be hurt by his actions. He looked down at his steaming coffee while he tried to think of what to say, to justify what he’d done.
“Adam and I just always had this thing, you know, and even after I met you I just couldn’t seem to stop.” He paused a moment and cleared his throat, “I guess we, I mean I just never really thought....” he ended with a shrug.
When he looked back up Carmen was watching Austin, now completely asleep against Tommy shoulder. “Has he stood by you? Is he helping you with the baby?”
Tommy nodded, and Austin’s hair tickled his chin. “He’s been amazing.” Tommy looked Carmen in the eyes for the first time. “I’m staying at his condo. We’re living together now. He’s changed, a lot.”
Carmen didn't seem convinced but she looked at Tommy thoughtfully a moment and then nodded. She pushed her chair back and picked up her purse, holding it in her lap. “Well, I’m glad everything worked out. And you don’t have to worry, I’ve never told anyone. And I won’t.”
“Thanks’,” Tommy told her and he meant it. What he’d experienced in the last year was amazing but he never wanted to have to go public and explain it, ever. He’d had more than a few sleepless nights worrying that Carmen might tell his secret. Tommy noticed Carmen was wearing a rock sized diamond on her left ring finger and nodded at it.
“Congratulations,” he told her. “You’re engaged, right?”
Carmen looked down at her hand with a satisfied glance. “Yes, I am.” She smiled at Austin again. “It’s hard to believe that he was that tiny shape I saw on the ultrasound screen. I’m glad he’s okay.”
Tommy nodded. “He’s perfect.”
Carmen stood up. “Well, I guess I’ll see you around. I’m meeting some friends for lunch.”
She gave Tommy one more short smile. “All the best with Austin.” Then she was gone.
Tommy watched her go and then kissed the top of Austin’s head, taking in the warm, clean baby smell of him. He wondered why Carmen hadn’t bothered to wish him the best with Adam as well and then shrugged mentally. He stood up with Austin in his arms, dropped the empty bottle into his backpack and went to pay for his unfinished latte. He checked his watch and figured Adam must be just about shopped out.
He pulled out his cell and called Adam and then set off down the pedestrian mall to find him. Tommy hoped he was done. Adam had mentioned the Farmers Market earlier and Tommy had never been to it. He wanted to check it out. If anyone would have told him he’d be shopping for fresh vegetables a year ago he would have asked what drugs they were on and yet here he was.
When he reached the clothing store Adam was just walking out. His hands were full of bags and he smiled broadly when he saw them. He leaned down and kissed the top of Austin’s head and then kissed Tommy lightly on the mouth.
“Hey beautiful. Ready to move on?”
“Sure, if you are,” Tommy nodded.
“Yeah, I’m done. Let’s get the car and we’ll go to the market.”
Tommy pressed in against Adam as they walked and Adam obligingly transferred his bags to one hand and threw the other one around Tommy’s shoulder. They fit well and it felt good to be out together as a family. A few people looked at them as they passed; more because Austin was a cute baby rather than that they were a couple. It barely warranted a glance in Hollywood.
Once in the car Tommy turned to Adam. “So, I ran into Carmen when I was having a coffee,” he said.
“Really?” Adam glanced across at him. “She didn’t make a scene, did she?”
“No, she was fine,” Tommy assured him. “She liked Austin. Doesn’t seem to like you much.”
“So she knows?” Adam asked glumly.
“Yeah. I told her,” Tommy shrugged. “She’d find out anyway.”
Adam turned back to the road. “I bet she hate’s my guts,” he said.
“Pretty much.”
Adam frowned. He didn’t look happy at all. “You know, it’s never been my style to hook up with guys when they’re already in a relationship. You’re the only time I’ve ever really done it,” he admitted. “I feel like a shit.”
Tommy leaned back in the seat and shut his eyes. “Yeah, so do I, but it’s done now. Carmen will be fine. Anyway, I was the one who was dating her, not you.”
“Do you think she’ll tell anyone?” Adam asked him.
Tommy shook his head. “No. She told me she wouldn’t. I think I believe her.” He looked ahead for a minute. “Anyway, she’s moved on. She’s got a huge diamond ring. She’s engaged.”
“Wow. To......”
“Yeah, I guess so,” Tommy affirmed. Carmen had managed to catch the eye of the lead singer of a famous band that was as successful as Adam. “Biggest fucking diamond I’ve ever seen.”
The sun was brighter when they got to the Farmers Market and Tommy pulled a hat on Austin’s head when they got out of the car and pulled a fabric shopping bag from the back seat. They briefly considered the stroller but decided they it wouldn’t be needed; Austin sometimes wasn’t big on it. Adam carried Austin this time holding hands with Tommy as they walked towards the market stalls.
Adam ran into someone he knew and stopped to chat. Tommy checked Austin’s face again to make sure he was shaded and then turned to browsed the produce nearby while Adam talked, checking the avocados for ripeness before buying six of them. He chose some tomatoes too and then wandered back to Adam and Austin.
Austin loved going out. He was staring around with wide open eyes, drinking in the bright awnings and signs, the fruit and veggies laid out in rows, the people milling around. Tommy had thought at first that he’d be frightened on these outings but he never seemed to be. Tommy figured it was the difference between observing the world from the safety of his daddy’s arms and staring at people’s knees from his stroller.
Tommy bought some oranges at the next stall and added them to the bag. His face lit up when he turned back and noticed Austin staring at him. He lifted his sunglasses off his eyes, and saw Austin smile in recognition. He dropped them again, and Austin looked puzzled and Tommy tickled his cheek gently. “It’s still me, buddy,” he said, and Austin smiled once more.
“Got everything you want?” Adam asked, and Tommy smiled at him.
The world shrunk around Tommy, all the noise and people faded away, leaving him and Adam standing alone, their son in Adam’s arms. Tommy slid his sunglasses onto his forehead so Adam could see his eyes, deep brown and true. Tommy smiled, “How could I possibly want anything else?” he asked, and squeezed Adam’s arm.
Someone bumped into Tommy’s back and apologized, Austin gurgled and the world shifted back. Adam beamed down at him and Tommy saw him beginning to colour. He jiggled Austin in his arms, still grinning, and they headed for the car. Tommy couldn’t imagine wanting much more than he already had.
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Isaac licked across his top lip, removing the foam from his cappuccino that had clung there, and Monte leant back in his seat, giving the waitress room to put his plate, heaped with omelette, in front of him. “Okay, let’s see it,” Monte said, and Adam pulled the sleeve of his T-shirt up. The tattoo was new enough that its edges were raised and red compared with the surrounding skin.
“That’s cool, man,” Monte told him after he’d had a close look. Adam had finally gotten around to having his tat done, the one with the initials of the three of them. “I like it.”
Isaac leaned across the table to have a look too. “Nice,” he agreed. Tommy didn’t bother to tell them that he’d gotten the exact same thing; same place and everything. He had so many tats of his own it would probably take them a year to notice. Anyway, that one was just for Adam.
They’d all met for breakfast to discuss the upcoming schedule at the recording studio. The songs were pretty much set, producer and engineers chosen, and the studio booked. All they had to do was finalize the arrangements and start laying down tracks. Tommy could hardly wait. He and Adam had been messing around with some of the songs and he thought they were really good.
Childcare had been arranged with Dia, Neil and Leila, all lined up for some shifts although Tommy figured some days they’d just bring Austin along and see how he did. The mom’s were great and even Neil had turned out to be an accomplished sitter much to everyone’s surprise, not the least being Neil. Austin quite liked his time with Uncle Neil and Neil was looking a lot more comfortable with his charge. At least he didn’t look like he was gingerly taking out the garbage whenever he carried Austin anywhere.
Austin was sitting on Tommy’s lap while they ate, his fist shoved in his mouth. His hair was filling in and dark like Tommy’s natural colour and he was sucking contentedly on his fingers. Tommy leant forward and lifted a forkful of scrambled eggs to his mouth. Austin’s eyes were firmly fixed on the food’s travel and he watched intrigued as Tommy chewed.
“When will he start eating real food?” Isaac asked, finishing the last of his Eggs Benedict.
“Another couple of months,” Adam answered immediately. He was still the final word on all things baby and continued to follow what Tommy referred to as the instruction manual religiously. Monte rolled his eyes at the note of authority; after four children he’d had a bit of experience himself. Tommy just hoped that Adam never found out that he’d caught his mom feeding Austin cereal already one morning because he knew Adam would have a fit.
Adam was almost finished eating. He was trying to cut down and had only fresh fruit and a bran muffin which he was picking at, trying to make it last, while he moodily watched everyone else enjoy their much larger meals. He was on his forth cup of black coffee.
“Okay,” he said, finally getting down to business. “I’ve got the studio booked for the next three weeks. Monte, you know what one it is, right?”
“The one over on Sunset?” Monte asked.
“Yeah,” Adam nodded. “How about we all meet tomorrow at ten? We can see how it goes.” Adam looked from Monte to Isaac; he already knew Tommy was on board. He smiled when the others nodded their assent.
They continued to chat about the album, what instruments they needed to bring, what they should use for the different songs. Adam had chosen, at Tommy’s suggestion, a producer he’d never used before; one who had made several albums they both admired. The guy favoured a stripped down, authentic sound. He’d taken a few groups back to their rock and roll roots to amazing effect.
Adam had insisted that Tommy do blues guitar; he had a couple songs chosen to showcase his talent. Monte, still Adams long suffering musical director, had agreed wholeheartedly and he and Tommy had been working on the arrangements. They had some great stuff ready to lie down.
Tommy took another mouthful of egg, Austin’s eyes still watching every move. It seemed like it took him forever to eat anything these days. No wonder the weight was coming off without really trying. Monte held out a piece of pineapple from his plate to Austin and he sucked on it with obvious relish. It was too much for Adam.
“What are you doing, Monte? Adam scolded. “He can’t eat that.”
“Relax, Adam,” Monte assured him. “He’s just sucking on it. It’s cold. It feels good on his gums.”
Adam would have none of it. “Too acidic,” he pronounced and Monte grudgingly relented. Austin objected when Monte took his pineapple back and wailed in protest. He really did take after Adam. He had a great set of lungs. Tommy tried to distract him by bouncing him but doing it made it damn difficult to eat; like rubbing his stomach and patting his head at the same time.
“Here, I’m done. Give him to me so you can finish,” Adam offered, putting his last bite of muffin in his mouth, and Tommy passed their son over. Adam tossed Austin up and down a few times until he forgot about the disappearing fruit and then propped him against his shoulder so he could peer behind them. Austin blew some bubbles and then wrapped one of his tiny hands in Adams hair and pulled on it.
“Ow,” Adam laughed. “No hair pulling, mister.”
He tried to pull his head away while Isaac untangled tiny spit covered fingers from the strands of his hair. Tommy watched and laughed at the pained looks on Adam’s face while he shovelled in the rest of his breakfast. He was getting good at eating one handed but he wasn’t about to pass up the chance to use both. When he was done he leaned back in his chair and put his hands across his stomach.
The conversation lulled and Tommy realized Monte was staring past him at the street. “Either of you been getting followed by the paps?” he said, looking back at Tommy and Adam.
Adam shook his head. “No, not yet. Why?”
“Shit,” Monte grumbled. “There’s a couple photographers behind those parked cars. Looks like it might be my fault. Sorry about that, guys. I seem to have some of my own. Never thought I’d see the day,” Monte told them in bemusement, shaking his head. “We should’ve sat inside.”
Tommy looked around the café and shook his head. It was a bright morning; it was beautiful underneath the giant umbrellas. “Too nice to stay inside,” he said, “fuck that.”
He glanced to the street and saw the photographers working their way closer, cameras at the ready. They’d probably already taken a bunch of photos of Adam with Austin. Tommy bent in and whispered to Adam, “What do you think about coming out?”
Adam blinked at Tommy in surprise and then glanced towards the street. “Here?” he asked. “Right now?”
“Sure. Why the fuck not?” Tommy grinned.
“You’re crazy,” Adam smiled back at him, obviously warming to the idea.
Tommy winked. “So? How about it?”
Adam finished his coffee and then nodded. “Yeah, okay. Today is as good a day as any.”
Adam put down his cup and handed Austin to Monte so that his hands were free. He then leaned over and kissed Tommy thoroughly. It was no peck on the cheek. Adam’s hand was curled around the back of Tommy’s head, thumb brushing over his cheekbone and Tommy rested one of his hands on Adam’s shoulder.
Tommy kissed Adam right back, tiny flames of desire starting to run through him, and he was distantly aware of Monte saying, “Jesus, get a room you two. This is worse than the fucking concerts.” Isaac didn’t say anything, just hooting his approval for the scene in front of him. Austin had no comment although to be fair, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before.
When Adam pulled back, his eyes were sparkling at Tommy, and Tommy couldn’t stop himself from grinning. He could imagine the paparazzi snapping away madly while they made out in public. They’d been under the radar before but not anymore. Tommy figured the pictures would be on TV and in the tabloids by the end of the day.
Tommy took Austin back from Monte, Isaac slapped him enthusiastically on the shoulder and they all broke into easy laughter. It felt good to just say what the hell. When Tommy glanced over at Adam he saw that he had a smug, self-satisfied smile on his face. He winked back at Tommy when he saw him watching him.
They finished the last of their breakfast and sat back while the waitress cleared the table. When she dropped off the check Adam took it and got up to pay. Monte followed Adam inside while Isaac waited with Tommy and Austin on the patio.
“Adam’s changed in the last year,” Isaac observed.
Tommy nodded and laughed again when he noticed the photographers pile into an SUV and take off down the street. They hadn’t even waited for the fucking vehicle to stop. Tommy figured they were trying to beat a deadline.
“So have you. You’re like a different person, I have to say.”
Tommy shrugged and looked at him. “I guess I am. My priorities have changed a bit.”
“No shit. You’re a lucky guy, you know? He’s a great baby.”
Tommy almost choked on that one but he let it go, just thinking that Isaac obviously had never spent a day, or a night, with Austin.
“Yeah. We are lucky,” he told Isaac, and realized how much he meant it.
They met Adam and Monte on the street and headed back to where they’d parked. On the way they passed a music store and Tommy and Monte both pulled up to look at the guitars in the window. They were irresistible; like shiny objects attracting magpies. Adam laughed and took Austin from Tommy so the two of them could go inside and have a look, saying that he and Isaac would wait at the cars.
Walking back when they were done Monte asked Tommy, “Are you going to say anything to Isaac about Austin?”
Tommy looked up in surprise. “Why?”
“He knows there’s more to this than you just knocking someone up.”
“What has he said?” Tommy asked uneasily. He’d sensed earlier that Isaac had more to say, that he was just looking for the right opening. Tommy was just real good at ignoring the cues that someone wanted to have a serious discussion. It had taken years but he’d pretty much perfected the art.
Monte shrugged. “He’s just been asking stuff. Mostly about Adam. Why he’s so involved with you and Austin. Why the hell he’s so good with him.” Monte chuckled, “He hasn’t always had the best opinion of Adam.”
Tommy snorted at that. It was a bit of an understatement. “Yeah, I know. But that was just on the tour. Isaac’s okay with him now? Isn’t he?”
Monte smiled. “Yeah, he’s cool. Adam’s won him back over.”
“Good.” Tommy looked at Monte seriously. “What have you told Isaac?”
“Nothing man,” Monte said immediately. “Just that if he wants to know anything he needs to ask you and Adam, that’s all. It’s not my story to tell.”
“And he’s okay with that?”
Monte laughed. “We’ll, I think he’s a little disappointed he couldn’t get more out of me but.....“ he ended with a shrug.
Tommy nodded sombrely. “Isaac’s a good friend. I’ve been meaning to tell him, you know?”
Monte threw his arm over Tommy’s shoulder and pulled him in. “I know. You’ll tell him when the time’s right.”
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The next day the tabloids ran the headline: “Whose baby?” with photos of Adam and Tommy holding Austin, and Tommy cut the pages out of the magazine and stuck them on the fridge. The photo of Adam kissing him he carefully stored in his box of photos.
Adam called his PR team the next morning and shortly afterwards a brief statement was issued to the media. Adam Lambert was indeed in a relationship with his guitarist and the two of them had a son. No further information was provided. When he steadfastly refused to answer questions regarding Austin’s paternity the media eventually stopped asking. Boring, stable couples didn’t generate a lot of interest. Soon Adam was being asked more about his music again rather his private life.
Tommy was happy to remain in Adam’s shadow in regard to media coverage. The only people interested in his private life were his friends, well, and his loyal fans. He’d not tweeted since he found out he was pregnant, barely looked at the internet, and once Austin came there had been no fucking time. When the story broke he decided he should make an effort and got back on.
As he suspected his Twitter feed went crazy. His fans were thrilled. There were a lot of “I knew its” about Adam that left Tommy laughing and shaking his head as he scrolled through them. He didn’t have a lot he needed to say about their relationship, just “Wish @adamlambert and I the best. We love all of you. Thank you for your support.”
Afterwards he’d taken a picture of the three of them, Adam and Tommy grinning into the phone and Austin looking somewhere else and then uploaded it for his followers. Then he forced himself to put down his phone, before he was tempted to look at his @replies. There was just no time for it. Austin needed a bath and a final bottle before bed.
Once Austin was down for the night Tommy yawned and headed for the bedroom. Adam was in the shower, he could hear him singing and the water running behind the bathroom door. Tommy pulled off his clothes and went to join him; he could barely keep his eyes open he was so tired but naked Adam in the shower was too much to resist. He could feel the thought going directly to his groin and he stroked himself a couple times while he walked.
Tommy pulled the shower door open and slipped in behind Adam, asking, “Want me to wash your back?” before wrapping his arms around him. He rocked his hips, thrusting between Adam’s legs in case he didn’t get the point.
Adam turned in his arms so they were face to face and smiled down at Tommy. “Sure, baby,” and kissed him. Adam had been in the midst of rinsing his hair and Tommy tasted soap when he forced his tongue through Adam’s lips and inside his mouth.
Tommy pressed against Adam and rocked some more as he ran his fingers up and down over Adam’s back. He could feel Adam getting hard immediately; their cocks rubbing against each other, trapped between their bodies. Adam finally pulled back to take a breath, remnants of shampoo still trailing down his cheek.
“Do you want to fuck me?” he asked, panting softly while he said it.
“In here?” Tommy was doubtful, wondering about the difference in height. “Not sure it would work.”
Adam considered a moment, “We could get out?” When he realized that Tommy had no intention of stopping what he was doing right then he continued, “Or I could jerk you off?” He reached down and took Tommy in hand and gave a slow pull from base to head to emphasize his point.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Tommy groaned.
The sensation made his knees buckle and he tightened his arms around Adam’s waist and rested his head on his chest. Adam guided Tommy to the wall and pressed against him, wrapping one arm around him for support and resuming his stroking with the other. He bent down and nibbled gently on Tommy’s ear, running his tongue over his piercings. It made Tommy shudder. He shut his eyes and concentrated on not falling on his ass.
The shower tiles were cold against Tommy’s shoulder, even colder against his ribs, and he clung desperately to the soap dish with one hand, trying not to slip on the slick tile underfoot. Tommy had his other hand clamped onto Adam’s hip. He bowed his head so that the water would run off and lessen the chance of it being pulled into his mouth or nose with each forced breath.
The exhaust fan was running and Tommy hoped that it, along with the sound of the shower, would be enough to cover the sounds Adam was pulling from him. Tommy wasn’t sure it would work so he hoped like hell Neil wouldn’t come home before they were finished. He’d lately taken to going out to movies in the evening with friends and pointedly told them when to expect him home. Neil wanted no more surprises.
Tommy had shampoo stinging in his eyes, the hot water was failing, and his mind was hazy with fatigue, but what Adam was doing still felt pretty amazing. He hung on tight and began thrusting into Adam’s fist. He shut his eyes and came with a deep groan.
Adam reached out a hand and turned off the cold water tap and Tommy slumped against his side, breathing hard, his legs shaking slightly. Adam turned around and grabbed him as he staggered a little, supporting him for a moment. Tommy smiled weakly in thanks and rinsed the come and the last of the soap off his body in what was left of the warm water and watched groggily as Adam did the same.
Tommy was out on his feet. He’d been beat before they’d started but too driven by the testosterone pills he was still taking to just crawl into bed and go to sleep. Now he was so exhausted he could barely function and Adam held him steady once more as he swayed.
“Go to bed,” Adam told him, swinging open the shower door and pushing Tommy gently out.
“What about you,” Tommy asked, nodding at Adam’s still impressive erection.
Adam shook his head and smiled gently. “Go to bed. I’ll be there in a minute. I don’t think this will take long.” He bent down and kissed Tommy on the forehead before stepping back under the shower to take care of his himself. Tommy was asleep before Adam joined him in bed.
Chapter Eighteen