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Title: No Expectations - Chapter Nineteen
Author: firiel77
Word Count: 9939
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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Tommy was driving home from the studio when Neil called. He’d been doing a little session work that Adam’s management had lined up for him. Tommy was enjoying the work, and he’d made some good connections through it, although, as usual, he wished Adam had consulted him first before setting it all up. But Tommy had let it go; he figured it was the thought that counted. Luckily he was at a light when his phone rang.
Neil sounded stressed when he demanded, “Where the hell are you?”
“I’m on Highland. Why?” Tommy told Neil, checking the time. “Is Austin losing it?”
“No,” Neil hissed. “But Adam is,” he told Tommy quietly, obviously trying not to be overheard.
“What’s going on?” Tommy asked. “Is Adam there now?”
The sound was muffled for a moment as if Neil had covered his phone and he could hear faint voices on the other end. Tommy heard a door slam and then Neil came back on. He sounded relieved, “Okay,” he said. “He’s left.”
“Adam? Where’s he gone?” Tommy asked, puzzled. He’d spoken to Adam earlier and he’d said he’d be home for dinner.
“He went out for a run.”
“A run?” Tommy was stunned. He’d been gently trying to get Adam to exercise for weeks without any success. This was damn strange.
“Yeah, and you better get your ass home, man,” Neil told Tommy. “He’s really pissed off.”
“I’ll be fifteen minutes,” Tommy assured him. “How’s Austin?”
Neil signed. “He’s fine. Other than having a fucking lunatic for a father,” he muttered darkly.
Tommy couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s going on, Neil?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here,” Neil told him brusquely. “Just make it quick.”
“It’s rush hour, Neil. It’s not going to be that quick.”
“Yeah, well do what you can. I’d just as soon you were here when he gets back,” Neil muttered.
“Got it,” Tommy told him. He hung up the phone and concentrated on navigating the afternoon traffic. As usual it was slow going and he wondered idly what had brought on Adam’s sudden exercise kick. And what the hell he was so pissed about.
When he reached the apartment all was quiet. It smelled promisingly like there was something good cooking for dinner and Neil was sitting on the couch feeding Austin and watching something on TV. Jane had gone home for the day. Of Adam there here was no sign.
Tommy sat down beside Neil and held out his hands said, “Okay, give him to me. And then you can tell me what the hell is going on.”
Neil handed him Austin and looked at him in disbelief. “You really haven’t heard anything? No one’s called you?”
“No, I’ve been in the studio all afternoon,” Tommy told him. “I had my phone off. Why? What did I miss?”
Neil shushed him impatiently and gestured towards the television. Tommy noticed there was some crappy entertainment gossip show on, one of the ones Tommy could never be bothered to watch. Neil turned up the volume and Tommy reluctantly gave it his attention, for the first time taking in what was being said. He leaned forward when he realized they were talking about Adam.
The hosts were discussing a picture that had been recently been taken of Adam out and about. The offending photo was prominently displaying in the background and it was not at all flattering. The segment wasn’t long but Tommy was surprised to hear that Adam’s weight gain was some kind of news story for fuck’s sake.
What Tommy couldn’t understand was how Adam had managed to see it when he’d been recording all day. He turned to Neil in puzzlement obviously wanting further explanation. Neil got up and headed to the kitchen before turning back to Tommy and telling him, “Trust me, there’s more.”
He returned with a handful of tabloids, all featuring large photos of Adam on the cover and lurid headlines. He held them out in front of Tommy. At first glance, it wasn’t pretty.
“Adam came home with these today,” he confirmed as Tommy looked at them.
“Fuck,” was all Tommy could say.
“My sentiments exactly,” Neil confirmed, tossing the stack of tabs down on the couch between them.
Tommy leaned in “Here, you take Austin. I want to read some of this shit.”
Austin objected slightly to being passed back and forth but Tommy paid no mind. He’d already picked up the tabs and was scanning the first front page story about Adam. What he saw pissed him off so much he stopped after the second paragraph and went to the next one. He gave up after the third one. They were all pretty much the same.
“That’s crap,” he muttered. “The pictures look like they’ve been shopped.”
Tommy couldn’t even think where they were from; obviously someone had caught the two of them out running errands and got some pictures of Adam in sweat pants and a t-shirt that was unfortunately a little small. The photo’s made him look heavier than he actually was and because of the angle or perspective or some shit he positively dwarfed Tommy beside him. There was a one, a profile where they’d zoomed in, where Adam was looking down and so had a substantial double chin. Tommy cringed; Adam hated the slight roll of excess flesh.
He read on. It outlined Adam and Tommy’s relationship and the baby they’d obviously adopted. There were jokes about Adam’s baby weight gain, as if he’d actually been pregnant, and to Tommy’s horror, some speculation about their love life, saying that Tommy was in danger of being crushed. Fuck. That was pretty low.
One particularly vitriolic music columnist had written that Adam’s body now closely matched his more recent work, bloated and past its’ prime. He even compared Adam to Elvis in his later days; career limping along, his music no longer relevant. Tommy shook his head. Adam had always been proud of his work so this, more than any of the other trash, would have really hurt.
No wonder Adam was pissed off. Tommy was too. He’d been around long enough to know how intrusive the media could be and how Adam’s personal life sometimes had the tendency to become a media circus. But this was the first time Tommy could appreciate just how nasty and mean spirited they could be. And it wasn’t just that he was included in the article, it was more because now the two of them were together the unkind comments about Adam hurt Tommy too. He felt like fucking shooting someone.
“This is bull shit,” Tommy fumed, tossing the stack of papers back onto the coffee table.
Neil just shrugged. “They do it to everyone else. No reason why they wouldn’t go after Adam. There’s a lot of buzz about the new album. He’s back in the spotlight.”
“But those pictures are terrible. They don’t even look like him. It’s not fair.”
“The magazines don’t care. They probably sold thousands of copies because of it,” he explained. “Some photographer is probably rich now.”
“But fuck. He’s really sensitive about his weight right now,” Tommy said.
Neil looked at him balefully. “Tell me about it. I just sat through a full on hissy fit. I felt like it was fucking prom night and the dress didn’t fit.”
Tommy looked at the door. “I wonder when he’ll be back.”
Neil looked like he might say hopefully never but instead he shrugged and guessed “Probably not long. He hasn’t run in months. I can’t see him lasting more than twenty minutes.”
Tommy glanced at his watch. “I hope he’s okay. Maybe I should go look for him in the car?”
“Naw, give him a few more minutes,” Neil told him. “Maybe getting a little exercise will calm him down,” he said hopefully. He put Austin’s empty bottle on the table gently patted him on the back, keeping one eye out for any regurgitation.
Tommy laughed. “Come on Neil. He hasn’t puked on anyone in,” he stopped to think, “Shit, it must be at least a couple weeks now.”
“Yeah, but if it’s going to be anyone, it’ll be me,” Neil assured Tommy. He picked up the remote with his free hand and flipped quickly though the channels looking for something of interest to watch until Tommy glared at him in irritation.
“What?”
“You and Adam are the two most fucking annoying people to watch TV with,” Tommy told him. “You know that, right?”
Neil turned to him with an expression that clearly said, “And your point would be?”
“Just give me the damn remote!”
Neil shrugged and handed it to him without complaint; obviously he’d not seen anything worth watching during his quick scan. “It’s genetic. All the Lambert men do it. I’m sure it’s why my mom packed it in.”
Tommy had no reason to doubt Neil’s assessment. He could definitely see it as being grounds for divorce. It was irritating as shit. He turned to Discovery Channel and settled in to watch Mega Structures and ignored Neal’s eye-rolling over his decision. Neal’s fake snoring noises went ignored as well.
Neil was right about one thing. Adam arrived home within ten minutes of his predicted time. He was drenched in sweat and out of breath, panting as he pulled off his shoes and threw them in the corner of the entryway. He turned and glared at the three of them before storming into the bathroom without a word.
Neil was correct again; Tommy couldn’t remember ever seeing Adam so angry. When Tommy heard the shower start he turned to Neil and said, “I guess I better go talk to him.”
“Please do,” Neil insisted. “I was hoping he’d be in a better frame of mind when he got home, but I’m thinking no.”
“Yeah, doesn’t look like it.” Tommy agreed.
It was clear something needed to be done to cheer Adam up and as Neil was useless in that department Tommy figured he was the man for the job. He got up, turned to Neil and bent down to stroke Austin’s hair lightly, before he headed to the bathroom. “Maybe a blow job will help.”
He laughed when he heard Neil’s howl of outrage at always being given too much damn information.
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Adam did calm down in a few days but it had left an impact. He’d spent his childhood being overweight and the same old insecurities still lurked deep inside that he’d had back then. No matter what Tommy, or Neil or anyone else tried to tell him, Adam was fat again. No matter how good the rest of his life was, it was overshadowed by that one fact. Tommy hated that the coverage in the gossip rags had gotten under his skin so badly.
They started going to a gym. Tommy got a nutritionist to plan their meals. Jane had been recruited into the new healthy lifestyle and was going to yoga with them a couple times a week. Neil had been invited along but flatly refused; offended when Tommy had pointed out that he could stand losing a few pounds himself. Tommy enjoyed winding Neil up a bit and didn’t often miss a chance.
They’d even taken Lisa Pittman’s fucking baby jogger out a few times. The thing was diabolical. Austin loved it; Adam and Tommy not so much. The two of them huffed and puffed through several disagreeable runs along Venice Beach, taking turns pushing Austin.
Tommy wasn’t sure which was better, running free, or pushing the jogger so he could collapse some of his weight on it.
Austin adored these outings; watching the colourful street scene roll by, albeit slowly, with rapt attention totally unaware of the loud panting coming from the back. Tommy’d never been much into exercise but he figured he should support Adam as best he could. He just hoped he didn’t have a fucking heart attack doing it. He doubted he’d ever be asked to be on the cover of Fit Pregnancy.
Adam and his team ignored the articles, making no comment, and like most other stories eventually they blew over and were forgotten by the public, quickly replaced by the next celebrity indiscretion. Adam didn’t forget though, he remembered every cruel word and had taken them to heart.
His insomnia was back; many nights Adam found it hard to sleep. Tommy would hear him tossing and turning for hours, often getting up so as not to wake him. Adam would crawl out of bed in the morning with dark circles under his eyes and wearily get ready to go back to the studio.
Adam called Rita one morning and told her he wouldn’t be attended the Grammy’s, even though he’d been nominated for several categories’ and was favoured to win. The producer was distraught; he’d already planned on Adam performing two numbers. Rita attempted to reason with him to no avail. Adam also refused to do any interviews or make any public appearances. AI contacted him to be a mentor once again and he flat out refused.
When Tommy heard about these developments, tipped off by an eavesdropping Neil, he’d immediately called Rita back and told her that Adam would be doing the Grammy’s; he just didn’t damn well know it yet but not to mention it to Adam for a few days. Tommy assured her that he’d talk some sense into him. He sounded a lot more confident than he felt.
Tommy worried about what he would say for a couple days, concerned how Adam would take it. They were in Venice cooling down from a jog when Tommy broached the subject The bike path was nearly empty; an earlier rain had kept most people away from the beach. His only witnesses were Austin, a few seagulls, and the obligatory street people who’d at least abandoned the open for the shelter of the store front up on the promenade.
Once Tommy’s breathing had returned to normal he got up his nerve to begin. Adam was pushing the jogger and Tommy’s hands were free so that he could nervously gnaw on his thumbnail while he waited for an opening. They both laughed as Austin, fascinated by a Great Dane passing by, managed to turn his head almost completely around.
With dog and owner past he finally started. “So, I hear you’re not going to do the Grammy’s.”
Adam glanced up at him. “Nope,” he confirmed, cheerfully enough.
“Why not?” Tommy asked. “I bet you’re going to clean up this year.”
Adam shrugged dismissively and said no more. Tommy frowned; Adam had won his share of awards but man, this one was different. It was album and song of the year, the big ones.
“I really think you should go, Ad,” Tommy told him. “Why wouldn’t you?”
Adam stopped pushing the jogger. He hesitated a moment before speaking but finally said, “I don’t want anyone to see me like this,” he told Tommy, glancing down at himself. “Especially on TV. You know how it adds pounds. I’ll look like shit.”
Tommy blinked in surprise. It was the first time he realized just how badly the gossip rags had rattled Adam’s self-image.
“It’s a month away. You’ll look fine,” Tommy assured him. “You don’t look bad in the first place, man. Fuck.”
Adam didn’t look like he believed him and went back to pushing the jogger. “Come on Tommy. You’ve heard the music critics. I’m over. Nothing more to say.”
Tommy suddenly stopped walking and was relieved to see Adam hold up too. What the fuck? That was coming completely out of the blue. “Jesus, Ad. That’s crazy. This new shit you’re recording, that we’re doing, is amazing. Those critics are going to be blown away. They’re all going to eat their fucking words once the new album’s released, man.”
Adam made to start walking again and Tommy halted him with a hand on his arm. “At least tell me you like the new songs.”
“Yeah, I like them,” he nodded. “It’s just, they’re different, you know, and I’m just not sure how everyone will react to them.”
“I think they’re fucking awesome.”
Adam smiled slightly. “Thanks. But you’re not the record company. They’re worried it’s not going to be “commercial” enough,” Adam told Tommy, his tone revealing what he thought of their opinion.
“Who gives a fuck,” Tommy told him. “You’ve got enough pull you can get it made no matter what they think.”
“I know.” Adam signed, “I’m just afraid that’s all it is. Can you see that?” Adam held up his hands, forming quotation marks with his fingers, “There goes Adam Lambert, making another album just because he can.”
Tommy opened his mouth to object and Adam shook his head to silence him before he continued. “Come on, you’ve seen the stories in the tabs, and that fucking TMZ show. I’m old and fat and washed up. I don’t want to end up like Elvis was at the end, like some kind of a sad joke.”
It was all Tommy could do not to laugh; he found the idea that Adam was in that position farcical. Adam was definitely over exaggerating. He was a hell of a long way from being a lounge act, whether the reviews on the last few albums were unfavourable or not. Tommy had no idea Adam was feeling the pressure of his career so badly.
“Well, hopefully you won’t overdose on prescription drugs around the house,” Tommy deadpanned. Adam glared down at him; he was most definitely not laughing.
Tommy tried a different tack. “Adam, seriously, you are best singer I have ever, ever heard. The critics don’t know shit; they haven’t heard the new album which is going to totally rock in my opinion. So you’ve gained a few pounds, big fucking deal, everyone does it. But we are back on track with it now so fuck them all.”
Adam was quiet while he considered Tommy’s words; he still didn’t look convinced. Tommy stepped in put his hand on Adam’s hip, resting his head against Adam’s chest. He chuckled, “You are so not as bad as Elvis, come on.”
Adam put an arm around Tommy and sighed. “I might have exaggerated a bit there,” he grudgingly admitted and Tommy was glad to hear there was at least a hint of laughter in his voice.
Tommy looked up at him solemnly. “So promise me that we don’t have to move to Vegas yet? And like, get a show like Celine Dion?”
Adam finally laughed and pulled him in tighter. “No, we don’t have to move to Vegas.”
“Thank fuck.”
They stood like that for a minute until Austin’s impatient squawk let them know he was growing bored with staying in one spot. They pulled apart but Adam kept his arm around Tommy’s shoulder while they walked back to the car.
“So,” Tommy began hesitantly, not wanting to spoil the mood, “You’ll reconsider doing the Grammy’s?”
Adam looked down at him and quirked an eyebrow. “You’re a stubborn man, Tommy Joe.”
He shrugged. “Just when I think it’s important.”
Tommy leaned in to Adam. “Just promise you’ll think about it. Okay?”
“Okay,” Adam laughed. “I’ll think about it.”
Tommy smiled to himself as they reached the parking lot. Adam was coming around; it was as good as in the bag.
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Their talk at the beach got Tommy thinking; he realized that he really wanted to do something nice for Adam. He needed a pick me up, a weekend away, away from work pressures, the media, and even from Austin. He talked to Leila, got together with Rita, and made some phone calls when Adam wasn’t around. He had a plan.
On Friday afternoon Tommy told Adam to pack a bag for the weekend, he had half an hour. They were going away. When Adam asked where Tommy told him it was a surprise and then waited for the objections to start. It wasn’t long.
“We can’t just take off like this,” he started.
“Sure, we can.”
“I’m supposed to see Rita tomorrow.”
“Not anymore. She’s rescheduled.” Actually she’d just booked the meeting so Adam wouldn’t make other plans.
“What about Austin?” Adam asked, aghast.
Jane is going to stay. Your mom and Neil are going to help her,” he added quickly as Adam thought of more concerns.
“We can’t leave him all weekend,” he groused.
“I’m pretty sure we can, Adam,” Tommy told him. “Anyway, we aren’t going to Mars. We’ll be in contact. If anything happens we can be back.”
Tommy had to admit it, being away from Austin for two days had worried him a bit too. As time consuming as he was Tommy couldn’t imagine not having him around. He knew they’d be on the phone checking in to make sure all was well. He trusted Jane though, Leila and Neil as well, and there was no reason Adam shouldn’t.
Finally Adam gave up. “Okay. What kind of things will I need?” he asked.
“Casual,” Tommy told him. “But bring swim shorts and some shoes you can walk in.”
Adam looked at him suspiciously. “It’s not some kind of a fat farm is it?”
Tommy could only look at him and shake his head at that one. It was all he could do not to laugh. “For fuck sake, Adam,” he sighed. “I’m taking you to a spa weekend, alright? But it’s up the coast and I thought we could go for some walks or something. That’s all.”
“Oh,” was all Adam said, although he did manage to look somewhat contrite. He seemed slightly pleased when he headed off to pack.
An hour later they were on their way. Traffic on the 10 was heavy; it seemed like everyone was getting out of town for the weekend. Their speed picked up once they got on the 101 and headed north and Adam turned on some music while Tommy drove and they sang along with the songs. It never ceased to amaze Tommy just how good a singer Adam was.
They stopped for something quick to eat in Santa Barbara and got back on the road. Adam tipped his seat back and shut his eyes.
Tommy glanced across at him. “Tired?” he asked.
Adam chuckled, “Always.”
“Have a nap if you can,” Tommy told him. “I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to get there.”
That made Adam sit up again. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Do you know how to get there?” he demanded with a tone that put Tommy’s teeth on edge.
“Yes,” he sighed.
“Are you sure?” Adam persisted and Tommy found himself tightening his grip on the steering wheel. At least it was better than around Adam’s neck.
“Why don’t you try and take a nap?” Tommy suggested evenly.
“Don’t know if I can,” Adam said, although he yawned when he said it. “I don’t usually sleep in the car.”
“That’s too bad.”
Adam laughed. “Are you hinting that you’re not enjoying my company?” he asked.
“Never.”
“We could play I Spy?” Adam suggested cheerfully, obviously not that tired.
Tommy looked across at him. “Are you for real?” he asked. “When I’m driving?”
“Well, maybe not,” Adam agreed.
They drove on, finally turning off the 101 onto Highway 1, the windy coastal highway that led up to Big Sur. The scenery was stunning and they had to stop a couple times at overlooks to take pictures of the view. The sun was getting low and when Tommy checked the time he was surprised to see they’d been on the road for over three hours.
“Are we almost there?” Adam asked him and Tommy hesitated a minute before answering.
“I kind of thought we’d be there by now. It can’t be too much further.”
Adam just nodded and Tommy was mildly surprised when he didn’t pester him anymore. They got back in the car and resumed the drive. Tommy found he had to concentrate on the road more as it began to get dark. They passed a mileage sign and Tommy sighed when he saw that Big Sur was still 45 miles away.
“Is that where we’re going?” Adam asked him.
“Yeah,” Tommy replied distractedly. “I’ve got a reservation at a place Rita recommended,” he admitted. “I hope they’re still open when we get there.”
“It’ll be fine,” Adam told him. Tommy looked across at him and saw Adam was smiling at him.
What?”
Adam put his hand on Tommy’s thigh and squeezed it. “You’re being sweet,” he told him.
Tommy grinned back at him. The happy glint in Adam’s eyes, absent for too long, made the effort in arranging the weekend all worthwhile. Tommy turned back to the road.
It wasn’t the easiest drive, especially in the dark, and Tommy had to give it his full attention. He’d never seen anything like this; the road wound along the steep coastline, doubling back on itself over and over again, always dropping away to the churning ocean far below.
Adam drowsed in the passenger seat, his chin dropping forward occasionally, as he napped. He’d struggle upright again whenever Tommy had to slam on his brakes at the next unanticipated bend in the road. It happened over and over again. Tommy would become impatient and speed up, only to be faced by another tight corner he hadn’t seen coming in the dark. The drive was punctuated by Adam’s startled but groggy gasps and Tommy’s earnest replies of “sorry” each time he woke Adam. The road seemed endless and Tommy began to regret not picking a place closer to home.
It was after nine when they finally pulled into the parking area of the spa. Tommy was relieved to see that the office was still open and he left Adam in the car sleeping while he checked in to the cabin he’d booked. The grounds were certainly impressive; he hoped the cabin was just as nice. It came well recommended but was very expensive; it was far more than Tommy was used to paying for a room.
When he came back with the keys Adam was still out. Tommy drove down to their cabin, parked his car and went to get the bags out of the trumk. He swore softly when he tried to lift Adam’s bag; judging by its weight he must have packed enough for a week. When he swung open the door to the cabin and flipped on the lights Tommy was pleased with how nice it was.
The room was decorated in rustic furnishings and cedar panelling with two comfortable chairs in front of a fireplace and a huge four poster bed in one corner. A sliding door led to a sundeck and there was a luxurious bathroom with an enormous soaker tub and a shower. There was a small kitchen with a refrigerator containing champagne and an assortment of fruit and cheese that Tommy had pre-ordered. The place was perfect.
Tommy went back to the car and gently shook Adam to wake him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes in confusion.
“Are we there?” he rasped.
“Yeah, sorry it took so long. I’ve already taken our bags inside. Come in and check it out.
Adam climbed out of the car and stretched while Tommy watched. The air was fresh and cool and it smelled like they were in a forest although it was too dark to see much of their surroundings. Tommy ushered Adam into their cabin and stood back while he looked around.
“This is really nice.” Adam was impressed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and yawned again.
“You hungry?” Tommy asked. “There’s fruit and cheese in the fridge. And champagne.”
“Nah, I’m still full from dinner,” Adam told him, stifling another yawn.
Tommy smiled and then came over, knelt down and pulled off Adam’s shoes and socks. Adam laughed and asked him, “What are you doing?”
Tommy just shook his head and took Adam’s hands and pulled him back to his feet so that he could pull off his pants and shirt. Then he pulled off his own clothes and told Adam, “I’m taking care of you. We’re going to have a shower and then we’re going to bed. You’re almost dead on your feet.”
Adam made no protest. Instead he followed Tommy to the shower and they both got in as soon as the water had warmed. Tommy washed Adam down with citrus shower gel, paying particular attention to his tight neck and shoulders and his ass. He switched to the front and washed down Adam’s chest, belly, and then down to his thighs. Tommy slid down to his knees and ran his hands up and down Adam’s legs and rested his cheek on Adam’s cock. Despite Adam’s exhaustion it was showing signs of interest.
Tommy sat back on his heels and gave Adam a couple languid strokes before looking up at him through his bangs. Adam was staring down at him with unabashed lust in his eyes; he didn’t seem nearly as tired anymore. Tommy gave Adam’s cock a quick kiss and then got back up. He pulled Adam to the end of the shower where there was a bench.
“Sit down here,” he told Adam, giving him a quick kiss, “And I’ll blow you.”
Adam nodded eagerly and did what he was told. He leaned back against the wall and watched Tommy as he slid back to his knees. Tommy spread Adam’s legs apart so that he could get in close and then kissed one thigh before he got to work. Adam rested one hand gently on the back of Tommy’s neck but did nothing to urge him on as Tommy took as much into his mouth as he could. He pulled back off and sucked gently on only the tip, teasing Adam a little so that he shifted impatiently. Adam finally put some pressure on his neck, urging him closer and Tommy took pity on him.
Tommy took him deep again and Adam sighed. He reached around Adam with one hand, sliding him forward on the bench. With the other hand Tommy cupped his balls a moment, rolling then gently, and then slid his hand further back, running it along Adam’s perineum. He pushed in insistently, rhythmically while he sucked and Adam let out a groan. Adam was panting now, gasping softly each time his cock hit the back of Tommy’s throat.
Adam was big and Tommy’s jaw was beginning ache. He found himself thinking, no teeth, no teeth, as Adam thrust in and out slowly. His lips felt puffy and bruised but Tommy just sucked harder; he knew Adam was almost there. It didn’t take long before Adam tensed, his hand firm on Tommy’s neck, and he came with a groan. Tommy fought to swallow it all when he pulled off but a little trailed out of the corner of his mouth as he knelt slack jawed, catching his breath.
Tommy rested his cheek on Adam’s thigh while Adam ran a hand softly up and down the back of his neck while he came down. The shower was still streaming down over both of them, warming them in the cool night air. Tommy climbed slowly to his feet, straddling Adam so that he could kiss him once more, deeply. Then he got off Adam’s lap, turned off the shower and pulled Adam up.
Tommy dried Adam off with a plush towel before drying himself. Then he turned off the bathroom lights and led Adam to bed. He pulled back the covers and then smiled as Adam just nodded and climbed in. Tommy got in after him, pulling the duvet up over both of them and slid in close.
Tommy lay on his back and pulled Adam close to him so that his head was resting on Tommy’s chest. He ran his fingers lightly through Adam’s hair. The cabin was chilly although it was warm pressed together under the covers and Tommy pulled the duvet a little higher. He found Adam’s hand with his and wound their fingers together before kissing the top of his head and whispering, “sleep.”
Adam said nothing but Tommy could feel his head moving against his skin as he nodded and then he squeezed Tommy’s hand back. It wasn’t long before his regular breathing told Tommy he’d drifted off. Tommy lay awake longer; the difficult drive had wound up his nerves and he was still a little horny from giving Adam his blow job. He felt good though. It was nice to take care of Adam for a change, and nice that Adam would let him.
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They slept late the next morning although Tommy woke abruptly some time during the night, accustomed to Austin’s feedings and missing his cry, only to realize he wasn’t there. It felt strange, but there was no denying it was nice to have a break. It felt blissful when Tommy just shut his eye’s, snuggled closer to Adam and went back to sleep.
Tommy woke first, quietly slipped out of bed and let Adam sleep while he made coffee. It wasn’t too long before he heard rustling from the bed and a hopeful, “Is that coffee?”
Tommy poured him a mug and once Adam had pushed himself upright, hair dishevelled and eyes still puffy with sleep, his hair sticking up in clumps, he handed it to him. Adam took a cautious sip and immediately glanced towards his phone on the night table.
“It’s okay. I already called and he’s fine,” Tommy told him with a smile.
Adam laughed and smiled a little. “It feels weird, him not being here with us. I feel kind of guilty.”
“Yeah. I’ know,” Tommy agreed. It was the first time they’d been away from him and it was way overdue.
They ate cheese and fruit on the sundeck, warming themselves in the morning sun and admiring the view of the ocean in the distance. A few guests walked along the pathways but for the most part the resort and surrounding forest was quiet. Adam put down his coffee, leaned back in his chair and shut his eyes.
“It’s so peaceful here,” he murmured.
“Still tired?” Tommy asked. “Did you sleep alright?”
“Yeah. Awesome. I don’t think I moved all night,” Adam confirmed. He sat back up and stretched before asking, “So, what’s on for today.”
“Busy day, man,” Tommy promised. “Finish your coffee; we’ve got a massage at 10:30 and then a facial. It’s some kind of a seaweed wrap that Danielle told me about.”
Adam grinned at him. “You’ve been planning this for a while, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, a week or so.”
Adam leaned over and kissed him. “Thank you.”
When they finished at the spa they ate lunch in the restaurant and returned to the room to get changed. Tommy had something different planned for the afternoon. He told Adam to put on runners because they were taking a walk. While he waited Tommy carefully slipped a bottle of champagne and two glasses into his backpack and wrapped a small blanket around them for protection.
Rita had told him about a hike she’d done once when she’d stayed at the spa. It ended at a viewpoint overlooking the Pacific and was supposedly within easy walking distance. At least Tommy hoped it was easy, otherwise he would be having words with Rita when they got back. He’d gotten directions at the office the night before though and they had assured him it wasn’t far.
Tommy found the trail immediately and they set off hand in hand. The sun was warm although there was a cool breeze coming off the ocean. The trail wound through an evergreen forest until it opened onto a grassy promontory overlooking the Pacific. They walked along the cliff face until they found an even spot in the meadow. From their vantage point it felt like you could see forever.
Tommy slipped off his pack and gingerly took the blanket out so that they could sit on it. They both laughed when the wind would blow it out of place before they could sit down and finally Adam caught two corners to help. They sat down facing the sea and admired the view a minute and then Tommy noticed Adam yawn.
He smoothed out the blanket. “Why don’t you lie down and have a nap,” he suggested.
“I’m okay,” Adam protested.
Tommy persisted. “Come, on. Relax. We’ve got all afternoon.”
“You sure?” Adam asked, already starting to settle onto his back.
Tommy smiled at him. “Come here,” he said, patting his lap. “Put your head on my lap.”
Adam complied and after a bit of adjustment the two of them were comfortable. Tommy sat with his legs folded in front and Adam’s head rested in his lap. He ran his fingers lightly through Adam’s hair and hummed softly. There were birds wheeling overhead, catching the afternoon thermals, and Tommy watched them idly while Adam drifted off.
It was an hour or so before Adam woke up. Tommy’s back was getting stiff and his legs were asleep and he almost regretted his offer except that Adam looked so relaxed while he slept that it made the discomfort worthwhile. When Adam sat up Tommy immediately stretched his legs out and winced when they began to tingle, blood again flowing through them.
“Sorry,” Adam told him. “You should have made me move, baby.”
Tommy laughed. “It’s no big deal. “I’m glad you got some sleep.”
“Kind of boring for you though,” Adam said. “I’m not very good company.”
Tommy smirked. “That’s okay. You’re going to make it up to me tonight. Don’t worry.”
“Yeah?” Adam asked with considerable interest.
“Oh yeah,” Tommy confirmed smugly. He turned and reached for his backpack. “Actually, I ot something in here. Just wait a second.”
He started to unzip his pack and then turned back to Adam. “Shut your eyes,” he told him.
Adam giggled. “Is it a surprise?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear and making no effort to do what he was told.
Tommy sighed. “Just do as I say,” he told him firmly, watching to make sure he did.
When Adam’s eyes were shut Tommy pulled out the bottle and sat it between his legs. When he tried to set the glasses down on the blanket they kept tipping over and he finally handed one to Adam and told him, “Here. You’re going to have to hang onto this.”
Adam took the glass without comment but when Tommy told him sternly, “No peeking,” he started to laugh again.
“Bossy.”
“Asshole.”
Tommy put his own glass between his knees and turned away to pop the cork. The sound it made when it came out was unmistakeable and Adam giggled again and said “Ohhh, champagne.”
So much for a surprise, Tommy though as he filled his glass, stopping only when it began flowing over the sides. He turned and filled Adam’s glass, this time stopping sooner so that he didn’t soak Adam in champagne as well.
“Okay, you can open them,” he ordered.
When Adam was looking Tommy held out his glass so they could toast and Adam tapped his glass to Tommy’s gently before taking a sip. Tommy took a healthy swallow and then leaned over and kissed Adam. He could taste the champagne on Adam’s lips with the tip of his tongue.
When he pulled back Adam smiled and asked him, “What are we toasting?”
Tommy took another sip. It had been so long since he’d had anything to drink he could already feel the effects of the alcohol. What a light-weight.
“Us. Just everything that’s happened in the last year,” he told Adam. There was more but he needed a little more champagne first.
“We haven’t been together a year yet,” Adam told him. “It’s not our anniversary.”
“I know. But it’s close enough.” Tommy put his champagne glass down between his knees so that his hands were free. “Look, I’m not very good at this stuff but there’s something I want to give you.”
“What’s that?” Adam asked him.
Adam took another swallow while Tommy searching through his pocket. He finally found what he was after and pulled out a small velvet sac. Adam was watching him carefully as Tommy opened it and shook the contents onto his palm.
He held it out to Adam telling him, “I saw it when I was downtown last week and I got it for you. I thought you’d like it.”
“It’s a ring,” was all Adam said.
Tommy waited for him to say more but when the silence stretched on he started speaking again. “Yeah. And I got one for me too. I thought we could both wear them, you know, if you want to.”
Adam still didn’t say anything although he did reach out and take the small gold band from Tommy. He sat there quietly, just looking at it and rolling it between his thumb and first finger.
Tommy cleared his throat. It felt tight all of a sudden. “Do you like it?” he asked hesitantly.
“It’s beautiful,” Adam told him.
“So you’ll wear it?” Tommy couldn’t help but ask.
“Of course,” Adam smiled and Tommy felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach. As much as he thought he knew Adam, it still came as a relief.
“And you’ve got one for yourself too?” Adam asked him.
“Yeah.”
Adam looked back up and Tommy saw that his eyes were wet. He chewed on his lip a second before asking, “Is this like an engagement ring?” Adam’s voice was light but he watched Tommy intently for his answer.
Tommy flushed at being put on the spot. His first instinct was to shrug and make light of it but that wasn’t why he’d dragged them all the way out here with champagne for fuck sake. He decided it was time he manned up and followed through.
He cleared his throat again. “Yeah. It is. At least I hope it is,” he chuckled. He smiled at Adam, “It is if you want it to be too.”
Adam smiled thoughtfully. “I want it to be.”
“Good. Because I’d like us to be engaged too. I’m not saying that we have to do anything right away,” Tommy babbled. He realized he was chewing on his thumb and pulled it away from his mouth.
“Of course not,” Adam agreed.
“But I guess what I’m trying to say is that,” Tommy paused as second, “If you want to get married at some point then I’m up for it.”
“Seriously?” Adam asked him.
“Totally.”
Adam broke into a crooked smile and looked at him intently. “Are you proposing to me, Tommy Joe?”
Tommy sighed and clasped his hands in his lap so than he couldn’t fiddle with anything. “I guess I kind of am, except that I’m doing a shitty job of it. I want us to be together for good, so then yeah, I think we should be married. I mean, if you want to.....” he trailed off, having run out of inane, totally non-romantic things to say.
Tommy bit at his thumb nail a moment and finally looked up when he heard Adam laughing.
“Of course I want to get married.” Adam told him earnestly, “I just always thought I’d be the one doing the asking.”
Tommy smirked at that, “Well, I guess I fooled you.”
Tommy leaned across and took Adam’s hand, the one still holding the ring. He looked at him seriously and told him, “Put it on.”
Adam shook his head and Tommy started a little until he said, “No, you do it. Please.”
When Tommy took the small band back his hands shook a little and when he slipped it on Adam’s finger he noticed his were too. When he looked back up he saw that Adam was smiling although he did have tears in the corner of his eye.
“It fits,” he told Tommy softly.
Tommy nodded. “Yeah. I had it sized with one of yours.”
He pulled Adam’s hand onto his lap, still holding it tightly, and looked down at the small ring, signifying so much.
“I’m sorry I suck at this so bad,” he told Adam. “I should have been all romantic and shit.”
Adam shook his head and squeezed Tommy’s hand reassuringly. “You did it perfectly,” he told him, and then leaned in and kissed him again.
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That night Tommy took Adam to bed, undressed him slowly, kissing each new piece of skin he uncovered, and pushed him down in the middle of the bed and straddled him. He leaned forward and ran his hands over Adam’s chest and then down over his sides and belly. Adam would have none of it, trying pull away, clearly embarrassed by the excess of flesh there.
“Stop, just....” he told Tommy, attempting to pull Tommy’s hands away from him. Finally Tommy took both of Adam’s hands and pushed them up to each side of his head and told him, “No.”
Adam stopped objecting but he looked away when he saw Tommy looking down at his belly. He shivered when Tommy brushed his hand lightly over the soft dusting of hair there. Tommy never got tired of looking at Adam no matter how unhappy Adam was with his current appearance.
“I’m fat,” Adam pouted.
“Adam,” Tommy said. “Adam, look at me.” There was no response.
“Adam,” Tommy persisted. When Tommy got no response again he tugged sharply on some hair on Adam’s abdomen.
“Ow,” Adam yipped. I can’t believe you just did that!”
Tommy chuckled and ran his hand soothingly over the patch of skin. “Well then pay attention.”
Adam looked at him suspiciously, “Okay, but no more hair pulling though, or I’ll slap you.”
Tommy grinned at him. “Deal.”
He bent forward and rubbed his cheek against Adam’s belly and felt Adam contract his muscles self-consciously at the contact. Tommy persisted, pressing a series of kisses along the freckled skin and then looked back up at Adam to see him looking down at him with an inscrutable expression.
“Adam, listen to me. I know I don’t say enough things to you, and I wish I was better at it, but I’m telling you now. I think you’re beautiful. You probably think I’m being corny and lame but I don’t fucking care. You’re beautiful to me.”
Tommy peered at Adam, waiting for him to acknowledge what he’d told him. Finally Adam smiled at him although he still didn’t look terribly convinced.
Tommy looked down at his own body, almost as slim as he used to be but now adorned with a surgical scar across his lower abdomen and the stretch marks he’d tried so hard to avoid. He’d always had a bit of a pot belly and pregnancy had only served to make it more pronounced, the muscles beneath his skin no longer as taut.
“Anyway, it’s not like I’ve got a perfect body,” he told Adam.
Tommy wiggled a little so that he was rubbing against Adam’s cock. He looked down at his own erection and then at Adam who was staring at him now with slack lips. Tommy lifted himself up a little and settled back down and smiled when the contact made Adam hiss.
“Now, what I really want right now is for you to make love to me. It’s been way to fucking long,” Tommy rasped. He stared down at Adam until he nodded his assent. To emphasize his point Tommy ground into Adam a couple more times and told him, “Fuck me, beautiful.”
Adam took charge then. He pulled Tommy down to the side and rolled on top of him so that their positions were reversed and kissed Tommy deeply. God, it felt good, Tommy thought, and he spread his legs wide inviting Adam to settle between them.
They’d waited patiently until Tommy had gotten the go ahead from Dr. Frost and as far as he was concerned it was about fucking time. Tommy had assumed Adam was just as eager to go, so when he slid off he assumed it was to grab the lube that Tommy had left prominently displayed on the night table. Instead Adam pushed himself up on his elbow and just looked at him.
Tommy rolled on his side so he was facing Adam and asked him, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just different,” Adam told him. “Different than when I used to fuck you.”
Tommy thought about it a minute. Adam was right. The other times Adam had fucked him had been wild; they’d been all about sex, and lust, and getting off. Their world had changed. Now there were feelings, a relationship, and commitments.
“Yeah,” Tommy agreed. He smiled softly at Adam, “better.”
Adam smiled at that and asked, “How do you want this?” He ran his hand softly along Tommy’s hip.
Tommy thought about it a second, “Slow.”
Where Adam had fucked Tommy any number of times and in any number of positions he’d never made love to Tommy. And that’s what Tommy wanted more than anything; to be made love to, slow and gentle.
“Okay,” Adam smiled. He reached for the lube and then leaned down and kissed Tommy softly. Tommy lay back and entrusted his body to Adam. He heard a pop as the lube was opened and then Adam went about doing just that. Tommy let his knees drop to the sides so that Adam had all the access he needed and sighed when he felt the first finger slip in.
For the first time ever, Adam took it slow with Tommy, made sure to prep him thoroughly; made sure he was ready, that it would be good for him. Tommy forced himself to relax, not to be impatient or demanding, and just let Adam set the pace. He bit his lip when Adam slid back so that he could go down on him.
Adam’s mouth was hot and wet and Tommy closed his eyes, reaching his hands behind his head to grip the headboard. This was deliciously different, without his daily testosterone Tommy could slow down enough to really enjoy the feeling. He was still aching to fuck, but that need wasn’t driving him anymore.
The long slow licks stopped. “You’re not falling asleep, are you?” Adam asked.
“Fuck, no,” Tommy gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“Roll over for me?” Tommy let go of the wooden headboard and rolled over, pushing a pillow under his hips.
Adam’s tongue slithered across Tommy’s skin, slippery and warm, and Tommy groaned at the first press against the entrance to his body. “God, yes,” he breathed.
“Relax,” Adam’s voice said. “You’re really tense.”
Then the warm pressure was back, coaxing him open, making Tommy groan into the pillow. He knew he was tight, even when he consciously relaxed himself. It had been a long, long time since Adam had last fucked him, not since Austin was conceived, and Tommy was relieved Adam was taking his time.
Adam alternated between pushing his tongue gently in and out and then skating it around Tommy’s entrance, ghostly soft, before slipping back in again. It was almost too much and Tommy couldn’t keep his hips still anymore; not once Adam began tongue-fucking him in earnest. He rocked back onto Adam’s mouth, urging him on.
Adam’s hands pressed across the small of Tommy’s back, trying to still his movements, making Tommy say, “Now! Damn it!” The pounding of blood in his ears was matching that in his cock, jammed between his body and the pillow, increasing with every single one of Adam’s strokes.
Adam chuckled and Tommy felt his tongue withdraw only to slowly slide up Tommy’s spine as his fingers eased back into Tommy’s body.
“You’re so impatient. Of course you can wait,” he murmured, and he pressed his mouth against Tommy’s neck.
Adam took a second to get more lube and then slid his fingers in again, more this time because Tommy could feel the burn. Adam hit his prostate and Tommy arched his back and hissed, “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Adam breathed against his ear. “We will.”
Adam’s fingers sent shivering ripples of feeling through Tommy, radiating out, sparkling through him. Sharp scratches from Adam’s nails made Tommy whimper, slow pushes in made him moan quietly into the pillow. “Can’t wait,” Tommy repeated. “Can’t wait.”
Finally Adam took pity on him and pulled his fingers out, making Tommy groan at the loss. He ran his hand along Tommy’s back and asked, “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Tommy gasped. “But not like this. Let me get on my back. I want to be able to see you.”
“Alright,” Adam agreed, and although he felt boneless and weak, Tommy managed to roll himself back over. The mattress dipped as Adam knelt between Tommy’s legs, spreading his thighs with his hands, as Tommy gripped the headboard again. Adam leant forward and his hands pressed down beside Tommy’s shoulder and he whispered, “It’s been so long.”
Sweet anticipation filled Tommy’s mind. “Jesus, I know.”
“Only the second time,” Adam murmured, running his hand up and down his cock, “And I don’t even remember the first time.”
Tommy looked at him in momentary confusion before figuring out what Adam had meant.
“No condom,” he agreed. At least he didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant again. The surgery had taken care of that.
Adam pressed the head of his cock to Tommy’s entrance and Tommy had a moment of panic, as his muscles stretched, that it wasn’t going to fit. He had another moment of clarity when he realized that this was the first time he’d ever been sober when Adam fucked him. It probably had something to do with all the sensations he was feeling.
Adam adjusted his elbows on each side of Tommy and sunk down closer, easing himself in. “Feels fucking amazing,” he ground out as Tommy’s muscles gave way.
Tommy wholeheartedly and silently agreed… and then all other thoughts fled as Adam’s cock pressed all the way into his body. Tommy cried out, he couldn’t stop himself, not when it felt like Adam was going to split him in half, and his weight pressed Tommy down into the mattress.
Through the shooting stretching burning ecstasy of it, Tommy was vaguely aware that they were in a cabin with the windows open and other cabins nearby. So much for being quiet, he thought with a moan. Through the sensation he realized that Adam wasn’t moving at all.
“You OK?” he asked, and Tommy nodded mutely, knowing if he tried talking, he was just going to scream.
Adam was breathing hard and his head was heavy where it rested on Tommy. “Move,” Tommy urged, biting off his words, stopping himself from shouting, his teeth digging into his lip. There was a nakedness to the slide, no layer of latex between them. They couldn’t be any closer if they tried.
Adam spoke and the words were wet on Tommy’s chest. “Fuck, I can feel you.” Then a gasping, “I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”
Tommy screwed his eyes shut, gripped the headboard harder and pushed up into the stroke. “Go then,” he said, holding on tight.
Adam drove into Tommy, making the brackets holding the bed to the wall creak alarmingly, making the blood pound in Tommy’s ears, his heart pound in his chest. Before he could draw breath, there was another stroke, and Tommy scrabbled his hands over Adam’s ass, urging him on.
Adam thrust a few more times and then sat back, put his arms under Tommy’s knees and pulled him closer, arranging his legs over his shoulders. He let his head fall back and thrust once more, harder this time, and it made Tommy grunt. The brackets creaked again, Tommy heard muffled voices on the nearby walkway, and he thought he might be sobbing at the intensity.
Adam pressed down again, almost folding Tommy in half and whispered, “So good,” against his ear. Tommy could only groan in agreement. His cock was leaking, he could feel it pressed between them and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. But he wanted to wait for Adam so he fought the urge to touch himself at all and grasped the headboard again with both hands.
Adam’s head dropped forward and his thrusts became erratic, the tempo increasing although with the rate of his breathing. Tommy could tell Adam was almost there. Adam opened his eyes and looked down at Tommy looking up at him. His lips were tight and he ground out, “Just let go.”
Tommy shook his head. “No,” he told Adam, just as determinedly, his look saying the rest. Not without you.
Adam snorted at Tommy’s stubborn answer and slid a hand between them so he could grasp Tommy’s cock, stroking it firmly. Tommy had only enough time to curse at Adam for his inability to play fair before he came with a gasp. It was only a moment before Adam followed; thrusting two or three more times before arching his back and groaning his release.
Adam collapsed down onto Tommy’s chest, panting hard, and there was a slickness inside Tommy’s ass that hadn’t been there before. When Adam went to roll off him, Tommy wrapped his arms around him and told him, “Stay there, please?”
“Am I crushing you?” Adam asked, pushing himself up to take some of his weight off Tommy’s upper body.
Tommy uncurled his fingers from the bed head, flexing them a little to get the blood flowing again. “Never.”
When Adam finally, gently pulled out he lay down beside Tommy and pulled him into his arms. They lay catching their breath, bodies cooling down, Adam running his hand up and down Tommy’s back in a soft caress. Tommy finally pushed himself up so that he could look Adam in the eye and smiled.
“I love you,” he told Adam. “I’m sorry I never said it before. But I do.”
Adam smiled at him and ran a hand over Tommy’s bangs, pushing them back from his face where they’d fallen. “It’s okay. I know.”
He pulled Tommy down for another kiss. “I love you too.”
Chapter Twenty
Author: firiel77
Word Count: 9939
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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Tommy was driving home from the studio when Neil called. He’d been doing a little session work that Adam’s management had lined up for him. Tommy was enjoying the work, and he’d made some good connections through it, although, as usual, he wished Adam had consulted him first before setting it all up. But Tommy had let it go; he figured it was the thought that counted. Luckily he was at a light when his phone rang.
Neil sounded stressed when he demanded, “Where the hell are you?”
“I’m on Highland. Why?” Tommy told Neil, checking the time. “Is Austin losing it?”
“No,” Neil hissed. “But Adam is,” he told Tommy quietly, obviously trying not to be overheard.
“What’s going on?” Tommy asked. “Is Adam there now?”
The sound was muffled for a moment as if Neil had covered his phone and he could hear faint voices on the other end. Tommy heard a door slam and then Neil came back on. He sounded relieved, “Okay,” he said. “He’s left.”
“Adam? Where’s he gone?” Tommy asked, puzzled. He’d spoken to Adam earlier and he’d said he’d be home for dinner.
“He went out for a run.”
“A run?” Tommy was stunned. He’d been gently trying to get Adam to exercise for weeks without any success. This was damn strange.
“Yeah, and you better get your ass home, man,” Neil told Tommy. “He’s really pissed off.”
“I’ll be fifteen minutes,” Tommy assured him. “How’s Austin?”
Neil signed. “He’s fine. Other than having a fucking lunatic for a father,” he muttered darkly.
Tommy couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s going on, Neil?”
“I’ll tell you when you get here,” Neil told him brusquely. “Just make it quick.”
“It’s rush hour, Neil. It’s not going to be that quick.”
“Yeah, well do what you can. I’d just as soon you were here when he gets back,” Neil muttered.
“Got it,” Tommy told him. He hung up the phone and concentrated on navigating the afternoon traffic. As usual it was slow going and he wondered idly what had brought on Adam’s sudden exercise kick. And what the hell he was so pissed about.
When he reached the apartment all was quiet. It smelled promisingly like there was something good cooking for dinner and Neil was sitting on the couch feeding Austin and watching something on TV. Jane had gone home for the day. Of Adam there here was no sign.
Tommy sat down beside Neil and held out his hands said, “Okay, give him to me. And then you can tell me what the hell is going on.”
Neil handed him Austin and looked at him in disbelief. “You really haven’t heard anything? No one’s called you?”
“No, I’ve been in the studio all afternoon,” Tommy told him. “I had my phone off. Why? What did I miss?”
Neil shushed him impatiently and gestured towards the television. Tommy noticed there was some crappy entertainment gossip show on, one of the ones Tommy could never be bothered to watch. Neil turned up the volume and Tommy reluctantly gave it his attention, for the first time taking in what was being said. He leaned forward when he realized they were talking about Adam.
The hosts were discussing a picture that had been recently been taken of Adam out and about. The offending photo was prominently displaying in the background and it was not at all flattering. The segment wasn’t long but Tommy was surprised to hear that Adam’s weight gain was some kind of news story for fuck’s sake.
What Tommy couldn’t understand was how Adam had managed to see it when he’d been recording all day. He turned to Neil in puzzlement obviously wanting further explanation. Neil got up and headed to the kitchen before turning back to Tommy and telling him, “Trust me, there’s more.”
He returned with a handful of tabloids, all featuring large photos of Adam on the cover and lurid headlines. He held them out in front of Tommy. At first glance, it wasn’t pretty.
“Adam came home with these today,” he confirmed as Tommy looked at them.
“Fuck,” was all Tommy could say.
“My sentiments exactly,” Neil confirmed, tossing the stack of tabs down on the couch between them.
Tommy leaned in “Here, you take Austin. I want to read some of this shit.”
Austin objected slightly to being passed back and forth but Tommy paid no mind. He’d already picked up the tabs and was scanning the first front page story about Adam. What he saw pissed him off so much he stopped after the second paragraph and went to the next one. He gave up after the third one. They were all pretty much the same.
“That’s crap,” he muttered. “The pictures look like they’ve been shopped.”
Tommy couldn’t even think where they were from; obviously someone had caught the two of them out running errands and got some pictures of Adam in sweat pants and a t-shirt that was unfortunately a little small. The photo’s made him look heavier than he actually was and because of the angle or perspective or some shit he positively dwarfed Tommy beside him. There was a one, a profile where they’d zoomed in, where Adam was looking down and so had a substantial double chin. Tommy cringed; Adam hated the slight roll of excess flesh.
He read on. It outlined Adam and Tommy’s relationship and the baby they’d obviously adopted. There were jokes about Adam’s baby weight gain, as if he’d actually been pregnant, and to Tommy’s horror, some speculation about their love life, saying that Tommy was in danger of being crushed. Fuck. That was pretty low.
One particularly vitriolic music columnist had written that Adam’s body now closely matched his more recent work, bloated and past its’ prime. He even compared Adam to Elvis in his later days; career limping along, his music no longer relevant. Tommy shook his head. Adam had always been proud of his work so this, more than any of the other trash, would have really hurt.
No wonder Adam was pissed off. Tommy was too. He’d been around long enough to know how intrusive the media could be and how Adam’s personal life sometimes had the tendency to become a media circus. But this was the first time Tommy could appreciate just how nasty and mean spirited they could be. And it wasn’t just that he was included in the article, it was more because now the two of them were together the unkind comments about Adam hurt Tommy too. He felt like fucking shooting someone.
“This is bull shit,” Tommy fumed, tossing the stack of papers back onto the coffee table.
Neil just shrugged. “They do it to everyone else. No reason why they wouldn’t go after Adam. There’s a lot of buzz about the new album. He’s back in the spotlight.”
“But those pictures are terrible. They don’t even look like him. It’s not fair.”
“The magazines don’t care. They probably sold thousands of copies because of it,” he explained. “Some photographer is probably rich now.”
“But fuck. He’s really sensitive about his weight right now,” Tommy said.
Neil looked at him balefully. “Tell me about it. I just sat through a full on hissy fit. I felt like it was fucking prom night and the dress didn’t fit.”
Tommy looked at the door. “I wonder when he’ll be back.”
Neil looked like he might say hopefully never but instead he shrugged and guessed “Probably not long. He hasn’t run in months. I can’t see him lasting more than twenty minutes.”
Tommy glanced at his watch. “I hope he’s okay. Maybe I should go look for him in the car?”
“Naw, give him a few more minutes,” Neil told him. “Maybe getting a little exercise will calm him down,” he said hopefully. He put Austin’s empty bottle on the table gently patted him on the back, keeping one eye out for any regurgitation.
Tommy laughed. “Come on Neil. He hasn’t puked on anyone in,” he stopped to think, “Shit, it must be at least a couple weeks now.”
“Yeah, but if it’s going to be anyone, it’ll be me,” Neil assured Tommy. He picked up the remote with his free hand and flipped quickly though the channels looking for something of interest to watch until Tommy glared at him in irritation.
“What?”
“You and Adam are the two most fucking annoying people to watch TV with,” Tommy told him. “You know that, right?”
Neil turned to him with an expression that clearly said, “And your point would be?”
“Just give me the damn remote!”
Neil shrugged and handed it to him without complaint; obviously he’d not seen anything worth watching during his quick scan. “It’s genetic. All the Lambert men do it. I’m sure it’s why my mom packed it in.”
Tommy had no reason to doubt Neil’s assessment. He could definitely see it as being grounds for divorce. It was irritating as shit. He turned to Discovery Channel and settled in to watch Mega Structures and ignored Neal’s eye-rolling over his decision. Neal’s fake snoring noises went ignored as well.
Neil was right about one thing. Adam arrived home within ten minutes of his predicted time. He was drenched in sweat and out of breath, panting as he pulled off his shoes and threw them in the corner of the entryway. He turned and glared at the three of them before storming into the bathroom without a word.
Neil was correct again; Tommy couldn’t remember ever seeing Adam so angry. When Tommy heard the shower start he turned to Neil and said, “I guess I better go talk to him.”
“Please do,” Neil insisted. “I was hoping he’d be in a better frame of mind when he got home, but I’m thinking no.”
“Yeah, doesn’t look like it.” Tommy agreed.
It was clear something needed to be done to cheer Adam up and as Neil was useless in that department Tommy figured he was the man for the job. He got up, turned to Neil and bent down to stroke Austin’s hair lightly, before he headed to the bathroom. “Maybe a blow job will help.”
He laughed when he heard Neil’s howl of outrage at always being given too much damn information.
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Adam did calm down in a few days but it had left an impact. He’d spent his childhood being overweight and the same old insecurities still lurked deep inside that he’d had back then. No matter what Tommy, or Neil or anyone else tried to tell him, Adam was fat again. No matter how good the rest of his life was, it was overshadowed by that one fact. Tommy hated that the coverage in the gossip rags had gotten under his skin so badly.
They started going to a gym. Tommy got a nutritionist to plan their meals. Jane had been recruited into the new healthy lifestyle and was going to yoga with them a couple times a week. Neil had been invited along but flatly refused; offended when Tommy had pointed out that he could stand losing a few pounds himself. Tommy enjoyed winding Neil up a bit and didn’t often miss a chance.
They’d even taken Lisa Pittman’s fucking baby jogger out a few times. The thing was diabolical. Austin loved it; Adam and Tommy not so much. The two of them huffed and puffed through several disagreeable runs along Venice Beach, taking turns pushing Austin.
Tommy wasn’t sure which was better, running free, or pushing the jogger so he could collapse some of his weight on it.
Austin adored these outings; watching the colourful street scene roll by, albeit slowly, with rapt attention totally unaware of the loud panting coming from the back. Tommy’d never been much into exercise but he figured he should support Adam as best he could. He just hoped he didn’t have a fucking heart attack doing it. He doubted he’d ever be asked to be on the cover of Fit Pregnancy.
Adam and his team ignored the articles, making no comment, and like most other stories eventually they blew over and were forgotten by the public, quickly replaced by the next celebrity indiscretion. Adam didn’t forget though, he remembered every cruel word and had taken them to heart.
His insomnia was back; many nights Adam found it hard to sleep. Tommy would hear him tossing and turning for hours, often getting up so as not to wake him. Adam would crawl out of bed in the morning with dark circles under his eyes and wearily get ready to go back to the studio.
Adam called Rita one morning and told her he wouldn’t be attended the Grammy’s, even though he’d been nominated for several categories’ and was favoured to win. The producer was distraught; he’d already planned on Adam performing two numbers. Rita attempted to reason with him to no avail. Adam also refused to do any interviews or make any public appearances. AI contacted him to be a mentor once again and he flat out refused.
When Tommy heard about these developments, tipped off by an eavesdropping Neil, he’d immediately called Rita back and told her that Adam would be doing the Grammy’s; he just didn’t damn well know it yet but not to mention it to Adam for a few days. Tommy assured her that he’d talk some sense into him. He sounded a lot more confident than he felt.
Tommy worried about what he would say for a couple days, concerned how Adam would take it. They were in Venice cooling down from a jog when Tommy broached the subject The bike path was nearly empty; an earlier rain had kept most people away from the beach. His only witnesses were Austin, a few seagulls, and the obligatory street people who’d at least abandoned the open for the shelter of the store front up on the promenade.
Once Tommy’s breathing had returned to normal he got up his nerve to begin. Adam was pushing the jogger and Tommy’s hands were free so that he could nervously gnaw on his thumbnail while he waited for an opening. They both laughed as Austin, fascinated by a Great Dane passing by, managed to turn his head almost completely around.
With dog and owner past he finally started. “So, I hear you’re not going to do the Grammy’s.”
Adam glanced up at him. “Nope,” he confirmed, cheerfully enough.
“Why not?” Tommy asked. “I bet you’re going to clean up this year.”
Adam shrugged dismissively and said no more. Tommy frowned; Adam had won his share of awards but man, this one was different. It was album and song of the year, the big ones.
“I really think you should go, Ad,” Tommy told him. “Why wouldn’t you?”
Adam stopped pushing the jogger. He hesitated a moment before speaking but finally said, “I don’t want anyone to see me like this,” he told Tommy, glancing down at himself. “Especially on TV. You know how it adds pounds. I’ll look like shit.”
Tommy blinked in surprise. It was the first time he realized just how badly the gossip rags had rattled Adam’s self-image.
“It’s a month away. You’ll look fine,” Tommy assured him. “You don’t look bad in the first place, man. Fuck.”
Adam didn’t look like he believed him and went back to pushing the jogger. “Come on Tommy. You’ve heard the music critics. I’m over. Nothing more to say.”
Tommy suddenly stopped walking and was relieved to see Adam hold up too. What the fuck? That was coming completely out of the blue. “Jesus, Ad. That’s crazy. This new shit you’re recording, that we’re doing, is amazing. Those critics are going to be blown away. They’re all going to eat their fucking words once the new album’s released, man.”
Adam made to start walking again and Tommy halted him with a hand on his arm. “At least tell me you like the new songs.”
“Yeah, I like them,” he nodded. “It’s just, they’re different, you know, and I’m just not sure how everyone will react to them.”
“I think they’re fucking awesome.”
Adam smiled slightly. “Thanks. But you’re not the record company. They’re worried it’s not going to be “commercial” enough,” Adam told Tommy, his tone revealing what he thought of their opinion.
“Who gives a fuck,” Tommy told him. “You’ve got enough pull you can get it made no matter what they think.”
“I know.” Adam signed, “I’m just afraid that’s all it is. Can you see that?” Adam held up his hands, forming quotation marks with his fingers, “There goes Adam Lambert, making another album just because he can.”
Tommy opened his mouth to object and Adam shook his head to silence him before he continued. “Come on, you’ve seen the stories in the tabs, and that fucking TMZ show. I’m old and fat and washed up. I don’t want to end up like Elvis was at the end, like some kind of a sad joke.”
It was all Tommy could do not to laugh; he found the idea that Adam was in that position farcical. Adam was definitely over exaggerating. He was a hell of a long way from being a lounge act, whether the reviews on the last few albums were unfavourable or not. Tommy had no idea Adam was feeling the pressure of his career so badly.
“Well, hopefully you won’t overdose on prescription drugs around the house,” Tommy deadpanned. Adam glared down at him; he was most definitely not laughing.
Tommy tried a different tack. “Adam, seriously, you are best singer I have ever, ever heard. The critics don’t know shit; they haven’t heard the new album which is going to totally rock in my opinion. So you’ve gained a few pounds, big fucking deal, everyone does it. But we are back on track with it now so fuck them all.”
Adam was quiet while he considered Tommy’s words; he still didn’t look convinced. Tommy stepped in put his hand on Adam’s hip, resting his head against Adam’s chest. He chuckled, “You are so not as bad as Elvis, come on.”
Adam put an arm around Tommy and sighed. “I might have exaggerated a bit there,” he grudgingly admitted and Tommy was glad to hear there was at least a hint of laughter in his voice.
Tommy looked up at him solemnly. “So promise me that we don’t have to move to Vegas yet? And like, get a show like Celine Dion?”
Adam finally laughed and pulled him in tighter. “No, we don’t have to move to Vegas.”
“Thank fuck.”
They stood like that for a minute until Austin’s impatient squawk let them know he was growing bored with staying in one spot. They pulled apart but Adam kept his arm around Tommy’s shoulder while they walked back to the car.
“So,” Tommy began hesitantly, not wanting to spoil the mood, “You’ll reconsider doing the Grammy’s?”
Adam looked down at him and quirked an eyebrow. “You’re a stubborn man, Tommy Joe.”
He shrugged. “Just when I think it’s important.”
Tommy leaned in to Adam. “Just promise you’ll think about it. Okay?”
“Okay,” Adam laughed. “I’ll think about it.”
Tommy smiled to himself as they reached the parking lot. Adam was coming around; it was as good as in the bag.
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Their talk at the beach got Tommy thinking; he realized that he really wanted to do something nice for Adam. He needed a pick me up, a weekend away, away from work pressures, the media, and even from Austin. He talked to Leila, got together with Rita, and made some phone calls when Adam wasn’t around. He had a plan.
On Friday afternoon Tommy told Adam to pack a bag for the weekend, he had half an hour. They were going away. When Adam asked where Tommy told him it was a surprise and then waited for the objections to start. It wasn’t long.
“We can’t just take off like this,” he started.
“Sure, we can.”
“I’m supposed to see Rita tomorrow.”
“Not anymore. She’s rescheduled.” Actually she’d just booked the meeting so Adam wouldn’t make other plans.
“What about Austin?” Adam asked, aghast.
Jane is going to stay. Your mom and Neil are going to help her,” he added quickly as Adam thought of more concerns.
“We can’t leave him all weekend,” he groused.
“I’m pretty sure we can, Adam,” Tommy told him. “Anyway, we aren’t going to Mars. We’ll be in contact. If anything happens we can be back.”
Tommy had to admit it, being away from Austin for two days had worried him a bit too. As time consuming as he was Tommy couldn’t imagine not having him around. He knew they’d be on the phone checking in to make sure all was well. He trusted Jane though, Leila and Neil as well, and there was no reason Adam shouldn’t.
Finally Adam gave up. “Okay. What kind of things will I need?” he asked.
“Casual,” Tommy told him. “But bring swim shorts and some shoes you can walk in.”
Adam looked at him suspiciously. “It’s not some kind of a fat farm is it?”
Tommy could only look at him and shake his head at that one. It was all he could do not to laugh. “For fuck sake, Adam,” he sighed. “I’m taking you to a spa weekend, alright? But it’s up the coast and I thought we could go for some walks or something. That’s all.”
“Oh,” was all Adam said, although he did manage to look somewhat contrite. He seemed slightly pleased when he headed off to pack.
An hour later they were on their way. Traffic on the 10 was heavy; it seemed like everyone was getting out of town for the weekend. Their speed picked up once they got on the 101 and headed north and Adam turned on some music while Tommy drove and they sang along with the songs. It never ceased to amaze Tommy just how good a singer Adam was.
They stopped for something quick to eat in Santa Barbara and got back on the road. Adam tipped his seat back and shut his eyes.
Tommy glanced across at him. “Tired?” he asked.
Adam chuckled, “Always.”
“Have a nap if you can,” Tommy told him. “I’m not sure how long it’s going to take to get there.”
That made Adam sit up again. “Where are we going?” he asked.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Do you know how to get there?” he demanded with a tone that put Tommy’s teeth on edge.
“Yes,” he sighed.
“Are you sure?” Adam persisted and Tommy found himself tightening his grip on the steering wheel. At least it was better than around Adam’s neck.
“Why don’t you try and take a nap?” Tommy suggested evenly.
“Don’t know if I can,” Adam said, although he yawned when he said it. “I don’t usually sleep in the car.”
“That’s too bad.”
Adam laughed. “Are you hinting that you’re not enjoying my company?” he asked.
“Never.”
“We could play I Spy?” Adam suggested cheerfully, obviously not that tired.
Tommy looked across at him. “Are you for real?” he asked. “When I’m driving?”
“Well, maybe not,” Adam agreed.
They drove on, finally turning off the 101 onto Highway 1, the windy coastal highway that led up to Big Sur. The scenery was stunning and they had to stop a couple times at overlooks to take pictures of the view. The sun was getting low and when Tommy checked the time he was surprised to see they’d been on the road for over three hours.
“Are we almost there?” Adam asked him and Tommy hesitated a minute before answering.
“I kind of thought we’d be there by now. It can’t be too much further.”
Adam just nodded and Tommy was mildly surprised when he didn’t pester him anymore. They got back in the car and resumed the drive. Tommy found he had to concentrate on the road more as it began to get dark. They passed a mileage sign and Tommy sighed when he saw that Big Sur was still 45 miles away.
“Is that where we’re going?” Adam asked him.
“Yeah,” Tommy replied distractedly. “I’ve got a reservation at a place Rita recommended,” he admitted. “I hope they’re still open when we get there.”
“It’ll be fine,” Adam told him. Tommy looked across at him and saw Adam was smiling at him.
What?”
Adam put his hand on Tommy’s thigh and squeezed it. “You’re being sweet,” he told him.
Tommy grinned back at him. The happy glint in Adam’s eyes, absent for too long, made the effort in arranging the weekend all worthwhile. Tommy turned back to the road.
It wasn’t the easiest drive, especially in the dark, and Tommy had to give it his full attention. He’d never seen anything like this; the road wound along the steep coastline, doubling back on itself over and over again, always dropping away to the churning ocean far below.
Adam drowsed in the passenger seat, his chin dropping forward occasionally, as he napped. He’d struggle upright again whenever Tommy had to slam on his brakes at the next unanticipated bend in the road. It happened over and over again. Tommy would become impatient and speed up, only to be faced by another tight corner he hadn’t seen coming in the dark. The drive was punctuated by Adam’s startled but groggy gasps and Tommy’s earnest replies of “sorry” each time he woke Adam. The road seemed endless and Tommy began to regret not picking a place closer to home.
It was after nine when they finally pulled into the parking area of the spa. Tommy was relieved to see that the office was still open and he left Adam in the car sleeping while he checked in to the cabin he’d booked. The grounds were certainly impressive; he hoped the cabin was just as nice. It came well recommended but was very expensive; it was far more than Tommy was used to paying for a room.
When he came back with the keys Adam was still out. Tommy drove down to their cabin, parked his car and went to get the bags out of the trumk. He swore softly when he tried to lift Adam’s bag; judging by its weight he must have packed enough for a week. When he swung open the door to the cabin and flipped on the lights Tommy was pleased with how nice it was.
The room was decorated in rustic furnishings and cedar panelling with two comfortable chairs in front of a fireplace and a huge four poster bed in one corner. A sliding door led to a sundeck and there was a luxurious bathroom with an enormous soaker tub and a shower. There was a small kitchen with a refrigerator containing champagne and an assortment of fruit and cheese that Tommy had pre-ordered. The place was perfect.
Tommy went back to the car and gently shook Adam to wake him. He sat up and rubbed his eyes in confusion.
“Are we there?” he rasped.
“Yeah, sorry it took so long. I’ve already taken our bags inside. Come in and check it out.
Adam climbed out of the car and stretched while Tommy watched. The air was fresh and cool and it smelled like they were in a forest although it was too dark to see much of their surroundings. Tommy ushered Adam into their cabin and stood back while he looked around.
“This is really nice.” Adam was impressed. He sat down on the edge of the bed and yawned again.
“You hungry?” Tommy asked. “There’s fruit and cheese in the fridge. And champagne.”
“Nah, I’m still full from dinner,” Adam told him, stifling another yawn.
Tommy smiled and then came over, knelt down and pulled off Adam’s shoes and socks. Adam laughed and asked him, “What are you doing?”
Tommy just shook his head and took Adam’s hands and pulled him back to his feet so that he could pull off his pants and shirt. Then he pulled off his own clothes and told Adam, “I’m taking care of you. We’re going to have a shower and then we’re going to bed. You’re almost dead on your feet.”
Adam made no protest. Instead he followed Tommy to the shower and they both got in as soon as the water had warmed. Tommy washed Adam down with citrus shower gel, paying particular attention to his tight neck and shoulders and his ass. He switched to the front and washed down Adam’s chest, belly, and then down to his thighs. Tommy slid down to his knees and ran his hands up and down Adam’s legs and rested his cheek on Adam’s cock. Despite Adam’s exhaustion it was showing signs of interest.
Tommy sat back on his heels and gave Adam a couple languid strokes before looking up at him through his bangs. Adam was staring down at him with unabashed lust in his eyes; he didn’t seem nearly as tired anymore. Tommy gave Adam’s cock a quick kiss and then got back up. He pulled Adam to the end of the shower where there was a bench.
“Sit down here,” he told Adam, giving him a quick kiss, “And I’ll blow you.”
Adam nodded eagerly and did what he was told. He leaned back against the wall and watched Tommy as he slid back to his knees. Tommy spread Adam’s legs apart so that he could get in close and then kissed one thigh before he got to work. Adam rested one hand gently on the back of Tommy’s neck but did nothing to urge him on as Tommy took as much into his mouth as he could. He pulled back off and sucked gently on only the tip, teasing Adam a little so that he shifted impatiently. Adam finally put some pressure on his neck, urging him closer and Tommy took pity on him.
Tommy took him deep again and Adam sighed. He reached around Adam with one hand, sliding him forward on the bench. With the other hand Tommy cupped his balls a moment, rolling then gently, and then slid his hand further back, running it along Adam’s perineum. He pushed in insistently, rhythmically while he sucked and Adam let out a groan. Adam was panting now, gasping softly each time his cock hit the back of Tommy’s throat.
Adam was big and Tommy’s jaw was beginning ache. He found himself thinking, no teeth, no teeth, as Adam thrust in and out slowly. His lips felt puffy and bruised but Tommy just sucked harder; he knew Adam was almost there. It didn’t take long before Adam tensed, his hand firm on Tommy’s neck, and he came with a groan. Tommy fought to swallow it all when he pulled off but a little trailed out of the corner of his mouth as he knelt slack jawed, catching his breath.
Tommy rested his cheek on Adam’s thigh while Adam ran a hand softly up and down the back of his neck while he came down. The shower was still streaming down over both of them, warming them in the cool night air. Tommy climbed slowly to his feet, straddling Adam so that he could kiss him once more, deeply. Then he got off Adam’s lap, turned off the shower and pulled Adam up.
Tommy dried Adam off with a plush towel before drying himself. Then he turned off the bathroom lights and led Adam to bed. He pulled back the covers and then smiled as Adam just nodded and climbed in. Tommy got in after him, pulling the duvet up over both of them and slid in close.
Tommy lay on his back and pulled Adam close to him so that his head was resting on Tommy’s chest. He ran his fingers lightly through Adam’s hair. The cabin was chilly although it was warm pressed together under the covers and Tommy pulled the duvet a little higher. He found Adam’s hand with his and wound their fingers together before kissing the top of his head and whispering, “sleep.”
Adam said nothing but Tommy could feel his head moving against his skin as he nodded and then he squeezed Tommy’s hand back. It wasn’t long before his regular breathing told Tommy he’d drifted off. Tommy lay awake longer; the difficult drive had wound up his nerves and he was still a little horny from giving Adam his blow job. He felt good though. It was nice to take care of Adam for a change, and nice that Adam would let him.
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They slept late the next morning although Tommy woke abruptly some time during the night, accustomed to Austin’s feedings and missing his cry, only to realize he wasn’t there. It felt strange, but there was no denying it was nice to have a break. It felt blissful when Tommy just shut his eye’s, snuggled closer to Adam and went back to sleep.
Tommy woke first, quietly slipped out of bed and let Adam sleep while he made coffee. It wasn’t too long before he heard rustling from the bed and a hopeful, “Is that coffee?”
Tommy poured him a mug and once Adam had pushed himself upright, hair dishevelled and eyes still puffy with sleep, his hair sticking up in clumps, he handed it to him. Adam took a cautious sip and immediately glanced towards his phone on the night table.
“It’s okay. I already called and he’s fine,” Tommy told him with a smile.
Adam laughed and smiled a little. “It feels weird, him not being here with us. I feel kind of guilty.”
“Yeah. I’ know,” Tommy agreed. It was the first time they’d been away from him and it was way overdue.
They ate cheese and fruit on the sundeck, warming themselves in the morning sun and admiring the view of the ocean in the distance. A few guests walked along the pathways but for the most part the resort and surrounding forest was quiet. Adam put down his coffee, leaned back in his chair and shut his eyes.
“It’s so peaceful here,” he murmured.
“Still tired?” Tommy asked. “Did you sleep alright?”
“Yeah. Awesome. I don’t think I moved all night,” Adam confirmed. He sat back up and stretched before asking, “So, what’s on for today.”
“Busy day, man,” Tommy promised. “Finish your coffee; we’ve got a massage at 10:30 and then a facial. It’s some kind of a seaweed wrap that Danielle told me about.”
Adam grinned at him. “You’ve been planning this for a while, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, a week or so.”
Adam leaned over and kissed him. “Thank you.”
When they finished at the spa they ate lunch in the restaurant and returned to the room to get changed. Tommy had something different planned for the afternoon. He told Adam to put on runners because they were taking a walk. While he waited Tommy carefully slipped a bottle of champagne and two glasses into his backpack and wrapped a small blanket around them for protection.
Rita had told him about a hike she’d done once when she’d stayed at the spa. It ended at a viewpoint overlooking the Pacific and was supposedly within easy walking distance. At least Tommy hoped it was easy, otherwise he would be having words with Rita when they got back. He’d gotten directions at the office the night before though and they had assured him it wasn’t far.
Tommy found the trail immediately and they set off hand in hand. The sun was warm although there was a cool breeze coming off the ocean. The trail wound through an evergreen forest until it opened onto a grassy promontory overlooking the Pacific. They walked along the cliff face until they found an even spot in the meadow. From their vantage point it felt like you could see forever.
Tommy slipped off his pack and gingerly took the blanket out so that they could sit on it. They both laughed when the wind would blow it out of place before they could sit down and finally Adam caught two corners to help. They sat down facing the sea and admired the view a minute and then Tommy noticed Adam yawn.
He smoothed out the blanket. “Why don’t you lie down and have a nap,” he suggested.
“I’m okay,” Adam protested.
Tommy persisted. “Come, on. Relax. We’ve got all afternoon.”
“You sure?” Adam asked, already starting to settle onto his back.
Tommy smiled at him. “Come here,” he said, patting his lap. “Put your head on my lap.”
Adam complied and after a bit of adjustment the two of them were comfortable. Tommy sat with his legs folded in front and Adam’s head rested in his lap. He ran his fingers lightly through Adam’s hair and hummed softly. There were birds wheeling overhead, catching the afternoon thermals, and Tommy watched them idly while Adam drifted off.
It was an hour or so before Adam woke up. Tommy’s back was getting stiff and his legs were asleep and he almost regretted his offer except that Adam looked so relaxed while he slept that it made the discomfort worthwhile. When Adam sat up Tommy immediately stretched his legs out and winced when they began to tingle, blood again flowing through them.
“Sorry,” Adam told him. “You should have made me move, baby.”
Tommy laughed. “It’s no big deal. “I’m glad you got some sleep.”
“Kind of boring for you though,” Adam said. “I’m not very good company.”
Tommy smirked. “That’s okay. You’re going to make it up to me tonight. Don’t worry.”
“Yeah?” Adam asked with considerable interest.
“Oh yeah,” Tommy confirmed smugly. He turned and reached for his backpack. “Actually, I ot something in here. Just wait a second.”
He started to unzip his pack and then turned back to Adam. “Shut your eyes,” he told him.
Adam giggled. “Is it a surprise?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear and making no effort to do what he was told.
Tommy sighed. “Just do as I say,” he told him firmly, watching to make sure he did.
When Adam’s eyes were shut Tommy pulled out the bottle and sat it between his legs. When he tried to set the glasses down on the blanket they kept tipping over and he finally handed one to Adam and told him, “Here. You’re going to have to hang onto this.”
Adam took the glass without comment but when Tommy told him sternly, “No peeking,” he started to laugh again.
“Bossy.”
“Asshole.”
Tommy put his own glass between his knees and turned away to pop the cork. The sound it made when it came out was unmistakeable and Adam giggled again and said “Ohhh, champagne.”
So much for a surprise, Tommy though as he filled his glass, stopping only when it began flowing over the sides. He turned and filled Adam’s glass, this time stopping sooner so that he didn’t soak Adam in champagne as well.
“Okay, you can open them,” he ordered.
When Adam was looking Tommy held out his glass so they could toast and Adam tapped his glass to Tommy’s gently before taking a sip. Tommy took a healthy swallow and then leaned over and kissed Adam. He could taste the champagne on Adam’s lips with the tip of his tongue.
When he pulled back Adam smiled and asked him, “What are we toasting?”
Tommy took another sip. It had been so long since he’d had anything to drink he could already feel the effects of the alcohol. What a light-weight.
“Us. Just everything that’s happened in the last year,” he told Adam. There was more but he needed a little more champagne first.
“We haven’t been together a year yet,” Adam told him. “It’s not our anniversary.”
“I know. But it’s close enough.” Tommy put his champagne glass down between his knees so that his hands were free. “Look, I’m not very good at this stuff but there’s something I want to give you.”
“What’s that?” Adam asked him.
Adam took another swallow while Tommy searching through his pocket. He finally found what he was after and pulled out a small velvet sac. Adam was watching him carefully as Tommy opened it and shook the contents onto his palm.
He held it out to Adam telling him, “I saw it when I was downtown last week and I got it for you. I thought you’d like it.”
“It’s a ring,” was all Adam said.
Tommy waited for him to say more but when the silence stretched on he started speaking again. “Yeah. And I got one for me too. I thought we could both wear them, you know, if you want to.”
Adam still didn’t say anything although he did reach out and take the small gold band from Tommy. He sat there quietly, just looking at it and rolling it between his thumb and first finger.
Tommy cleared his throat. It felt tight all of a sudden. “Do you like it?” he asked hesitantly.
“It’s beautiful,” Adam told him.
“So you’ll wear it?” Tommy couldn’t help but ask.
“Of course,” Adam smiled and Tommy felt a flutter in the pit of his stomach. As much as he thought he knew Adam, it still came as a relief.
“And you’ve got one for yourself too?” Adam asked him.
“Yeah.”
Adam looked back up and Tommy saw that his eyes were wet. He chewed on his lip a second before asking, “Is this like an engagement ring?” Adam’s voice was light but he watched Tommy intently for his answer.
Tommy flushed at being put on the spot. His first instinct was to shrug and make light of it but that wasn’t why he’d dragged them all the way out here with champagne for fuck sake. He decided it was time he manned up and followed through.
He cleared his throat again. “Yeah. It is. At least I hope it is,” he chuckled. He smiled at Adam, “It is if you want it to be too.”
Adam smiled thoughtfully. “I want it to be.”
“Good. Because I’d like us to be engaged too. I’m not saying that we have to do anything right away,” Tommy babbled. He realized he was chewing on his thumb and pulled it away from his mouth.
“Of course not,” Adam agreed.
“But I guess what I’m trying to say is that,” Tommy paused as second, “If you want to get married at some point then I’m up for it.”
“Seriously?” Adam asked him.
“Totally.”
Adam broke into a crooked smile and looked at him intently. “Are you proposing to me, Tommy Joe?”
Tommy sighed and clasped his hands in his lap so than he couldn’t fiddle with anything. “I guess I kind of am, except that I’m doing a shitty job of it. I want us to be together for good, so then yeah, I think we should be married. I mean, if you want to.....” he trailed off, having run out of inane, totally non-romantic things to say.
Tommy bit at his thumb nail a moment and finally looked up when he heard Adam laughing.
“Of course I want to get married.” Adam told him earnestly, “I just always thought I’d be the one doing the asking.”
Tommy smirked at that, “Well, I guess I fooled you.”
Tommy leaned across and took Adam’s hand, the one still holding the ring. He looked at him seriously and told him, “Put it on.”
Adam shook his head and Tommy started a little until he said, “No, you do it. Please.”
When Tommy took the small band back his hands shook a little and when he slipped it on Adam’s finger he noticed his were too. When he looked back up he saw that Adam was smiling although he did have tears in the corner of his eye.
“It fits,” he told Tommy softly.
Tommy nodded. “Yeah. I had it sized with one of yours.”
He pulled Adam’s hand onto his lap, still holding it tightly, and looked down at the small ring, signifying so much.
“I’m sorry I suck at this so bad,” he told Adam. “I should have been all romantic and shit.”
Adam shook his head and squeezed Tommy’s hand reassuringly. “You did it perfectly,” he told him, and then leaned in and kissed him again.
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That night Tommy took Adam to bed, undressed him slowly, kissing each new piece of skin he uncovered, and pushed him down in the middle of the bed and straddled him. He leaned forward and ran his hands over Adam’s chest and then down over his sides and belly. Adam would have none of it, trying pull away, clearly embarrassed by the excess of flesh there.
“Stop, just....” he told Tommy, attempting to pull Tommy’s hands away from him. Finally Tommy took both of Adam’s hands and pushed them up to each side of his head and told him, “No.”
Adam stopped objecting but he looked away when he saw Tommy looking down at his belly. He shivered when Tommy brushed his hand lightly over the soft dusting of hair there. Tommy never got tired of looking at Adam no matter how unhappy Adam was with his current appearance.
“I’m fat,” Adam pouted.
“Adam,” Tommy said. “Adam, look at me.” There was no response.
“Adam,” Tommy persisted. When Tommy got no response again he tugged sharply on some hair on Adam’s abdomen.
“Ow,” Adam yipped. I can’t believe you just did that!”
Tommy chuckled and ran his hand soothingly over the patch of skin. “Well then pay attention.”
Adam looked at him suspiciously, “Okay, but no more hair pulling though, or I’ll slap you.”
Tommy grinned at him. “Deal.”
He bent forward and rubbed his cheek against Adam’s belly and felt Adam contract his muscles self-consciously at the contact. Tommy persisted, pressing a series of kisses along the freckled skin and then looked back up at Adam to see him looking down at him with an inscrutable expression.
“Adam, listen to me. I know I don’t say enough things to you, and I wish I was better at it, but I’m telling you now. I think you’re beautiful. You probably think I’m being corny and lame but I don’t fucking care. You’re beautiful to me.”
Tommy peered at Adam, waiting for him to acknowledge what he’d told him. Finally Adam smiled at him although he still didn’t look terribly convinced.
Tommy looked down at his own body, almost as slim as he used to be but now adorned with a surgical scar across his lower abdomen and the stretch marks he’d tried so hard to avoid. He’d always had a bit of a pot belly and pregnancy had only served to make it more pronounced, the muscles beneath his skin no longer as taut.
“Anyway, it’s not like I’ve got a perfect body,” he told Adam.
Tommy wiggled a little so that he was rubbing against Adam’s cock. He looked down at his own erection and then at Adam who was staring at him now with slack lips. Tommy lifted himself up a little and settled back down and smiled when the contact made Adam hiss.
“Now, what I really want right now is for you to make love to me. It’s been way to fucking long,” Tommy rasped. He stared down at Adam until he nodded his assent. To emphasize his point Tommy ground into Adam a couple more times and told him, “Fuck me, beautiful.”
Adam took charge then. He pulled Tommy down to the side and rolled on top of him so that their positions were reversed and kissed Tommy deeply. God, it felt good, Tommy thought, and he spread his legs wide inviting Adam to settle between them.
They’d waited patiently until Tommy had gotten the go ahead from Dr. Frost and as far as he was concerned it was about fucking time. Tommy had assumed Adam was just as eager to go, so when he slid off he assumed it was to grab the lube that Tommy had left prominently displayed on the night table. Instead Adam pushed himself up on his elbow and just looked at him.
Tommy rolled on his side so he was facing Adam and asked him, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. It’s just different,” Adam told him. “Different than when I used to fuck you.”
Tommy thought about it a minute. Adam was right. The other times Adam had fucked him had been wild; they’d been all about sex, and lust, and getting off. Their world had changed. Now there were feelings, a relationship, and commitments.
“Yeah,” Tommy agreed. He smiled softly at Adam, “better.”
Adam smiled at that and asked, “How do you want this?” He ran his hand softly along Tommy’s hip.
Tommy thought about it a second, “Slow.”
Where Adam had fucked Tommy any number of times and in any number of positions he’d never made love to Tommy. And that’s what Tommy wanted more than anything; to be made love to, slow and gentle.
“Okay,” Adam smiled. He reached for the lube and then leaned down and kissed Tommy softly. Tommy lay back and entrusted his body to Adam. He heard a pop as the lube was opened and then Adam went about doing just that. Tommy let his knees drop to the sides so that Adam had all the access he needed and sighed when he felt the first finger slip in.
For the first time ever, Adam took it slow with Tommy, made sure to prep him thoroughly; made sure he was ready, that it would be good for him. Tommy forced himself to relax, not to be impatient or demanding, and just let Adam set the pace. He bit his lip when Adam slid back so that he could go down on him.
Adam’s mouth was hot and wet and Tommy closed his eyes, reaching his hands behind his head to grip the headboard. This was deliciously different, without his daily testosterone Tommy could slow down enough to really enjoy the feeling. He was still aching to fuck, but that need wasn’t driving him anymore.
The long slow licks stopped. “You’re not falling asleep, are you?” Adam asked.
“Fuck, no,” Tommy gasped. “Don’t stop.”
“Roll over for me?” Tommy let go of the wooden headboard and rolled over, pushing a pillow under his hips.
Adam’s tongue slithered across Tommy’s skin, slippery and warm, and Tommy groaned at the first press against the entrance to his body. “God, yes,” he breathed.
“Relax,” Adam’s voice said. “You’re really tense.”
Then the warm pressure was back, coaxing him open, making Tommy groan into the pillow. He knew he was tight, even when he consciously relaxed himself. It had been a long, long time since Adam had last fucked him, not since Austin was conceived, and Tommy was relieved Adam was taking his time.
Adam alternated between pushing his tongue gently in and out and then skating it around Tommy’s entrance, ghostly soft, before slipping back in again. It was almost too much and Tommy couldn’t keep his hips still anymore; not once Adam began tongue-fucking him in earnest. He rocked back onto Adam’s mouth, urging him on.
Adam’s hands pressed across the small of Tommy’s back, trying to still his movements, making Tommy say, “Now! Damn it!” The pounding of blood in his ears was matching that in his cock, jammed between his body and the pillow, increasing with every single one of Adam’s strokes.
Adam chuckled and Tommy felt his tongue withdraw only to slowly slide up Tommy’s spine as his fingers eased back into Tommy’s body.
“You’re so impatient. Of course you can wait,” he murmured, and he pressed his mouth against Tommy’s neck.
Adam took a second to get more lube and then slid his fingers in again, more this time because Tommy could feel the burn. Adam hit his prostate and Tommy arched his back and hissed, “Fuck.”
“Yeah,” Adam breathed against his ear. “We will.”
Adam’s fingers sent shivering ripples of feeling through Tommy, radiating out, sparkling through him. Sharp scratches from Adam’s nails made Tommy whimper, slow pushes in made him moan quietly into the pillow. “Can’t wait,” Tommy repeated. “Can’t wait.”
Finally Adam took pity on him and pulled his fingers out, making Tommy groan at the loss. He ran his hand along Tommy’s back and asked, “Are you ready?”
“Yeah,” Tommy gasped. “But not like this. Let me get on my back. I want to be able to see you.”
“Alright,” Adam agreed, and although he felt boneless and weak, Tommy managed to roll himself back over. The mattress dipped as Adam knelt between Tommy’s legs, spreading his thighs with his hands, as Tommy gripped the headboard again. Adam leant forward and his hands pressed down beside Tommy’s shoulder and he whispered, “It’s been so long.”
Sweet anticipation filled Tommy’s mind. “Jesus, I know.”
“Only the second time,” Adam murmured, running his hand up and down his cock, “And I don’t even remember the first time.”
Tommy looked at him in momentary confusion before figuring out what Adam had meant.
“No condom,” he agreed. At least he didn’t have to worry about getting pregnant again. The surgery had taken care of that.
Adam pressed the head of his cock to Tommy’s entrance and Tommy had a moment of panic, as his muscles stretched, that it wasn’t going to fit. He had another moment of clarity when he realized that this was the first time he’d ever been sober when Adam fucked him. It probably had something to do with all the sensations he was feeling.
Adam adjusted his elbows on each side of Tommy and sunk down closer, easing himself in. “Feels fucking amazing,” he ground out as Tommy’s muscles gave way.
Tommy wholeheartedly and silently agreed… and then all other thoughts fled as Adam’s cock pressed all the way into his body. Tommy cried out, he couldn’t stop himself, not when it felt like Adam was going to split him in half, and his weight pressed Tommy down into the mattress.
Through the shooting stretching burning ecstasy of it, Tommy was vaguely aware that they were in a cabin with the windows open and other cabins nearby. So much for being quiet, he thought with a moan. Through the sensation he realized that Adam wasn’t moving at all.
“You OK?” he asked, and Tommy nodded mutely, knowing if he tried talking, he was just going to scream.
Adam was breathing hard and his head was heavy where it rested on Tommy. “Move,” Tommy urged, biting off his words, stopping himself from shouting, his teeth digging into his lip. There was a nakedness to the slide, no layer of latex between them. They couldn’t be any closer if they tried.
Adam spoke and the words were wet on Tommy’s chest. “Fuck, I can feel you.” Then a gasping, “I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”
Tommy screwed his eyes shut, gripped the headboard harder and pushed up into the stroke. “Go then,” he said, holding on tight.
Adam drove into Tommy, making the brackets holding the bed to the wall creak alarmingly, making the blood pound in Tommy’s ears, his heart pound in his chest. Before he could draw breath, there was another stroke, and Tommy scrabbled his hands over Adam’s ass, urging him on.
Adam thrust a few more times and then sat back, put his arms under Tommy’s knees and pulled him closer, arranging his legs over his shoulders. He let his head fall back and thrust once more, harder this time, and it made Tommy grunt. The brackets creaked again, Tommy heard muffled voices on the nearby walkway, and he thought he might be sobbing at the intensity.
Adam pressed down again, almost folding Tommy in half and whispered, “So good,” against his ear. Tommy could only groan in agreement. His cock was leaking, he could feel it pressed between them and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. But he wanted to wait for Adam so he fought the urge to touch himself at all and grasped the headboard again with both hands.
Adam’s head dropped forward and his thrusts became erratic, the tempo increasing although with the rate of his breathing. Tommy could tell Adam was almost there. Adam opened his eyes and looked down at Tommy looking up at him. His lips were tight and he ground out, “Just let go.”
Tommy shook his head. “No,” he told Adam, just as determinedly, his look saying the rest. Not without you.
Adam snorted at Tommy’s stubborn answer and slid a hand between them so he could grasp Tommy’s cock, stroking it firmly. Tommy had only enough time to curse at Adam for his inability to play fair before he came with a gasp. It was only a moment before Adam followed; thrusting two or three more times before arching his back and groaning his release.
Adam collapsed down onto Tommy’s chest, panting hard, and there was a slickness inside Tommy’s ass that hadn’t been there before. When Adam went to roll off him, Tommy wrapped his arms around him and told him, “Stay there, please?”
“Am I crushing you?” Adam asked, pushing himself up to take some of his weight off Tommy’s upper body.
Tommy uncurled his fingers from the bed head, flexing them a little to get the blood flowing again. “Never.”
When Adam finally, gently pulled out he lay down beside Tommy and pulled him into his arms. They lay catching their breath, bodies cooling down, Adam running his hand up and down Tommy’s back in a soft caress. Tommy finally pushed himself up so that he could look Adam in the eye and smiled.
“I love you,” he told Adam. “I’m sorry I never said it before. But I do.”
Adam smiled at him and ran a hand over Tommy’s bangs, pushing them back from his face where they’d fallen. “It’s okay. I know.”
He pulled Tommy down for another kiss. “I love you too.”
Chapter Twenty