Trade Mistakes Chapter 2
Title: Trade Mistakes Chapter 2
Author: shadowoftheday
Rating: R this chapter (mention of sex, language)
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff (also featuring Gerard Way/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Mat Devine and past Brendon Urie/Tommy Joe Ratliff)
Summary: After being dumped by an insecure Adam, Tommy Joe spent a whirlwind few months touring with My Chemical Romance before returning to LA to give things with Adam another try. Everything seems to be going well, but as Tommy soon learns, what happens on the road doesn't necessarily stay on the road.
Disclaimer: All fiction, entertainment purposes only, don't own, please don't sue!
Warnings/Notes: Thanks to everyone who commented on the first chapter, you guys make me smile! Story title belongs to Panic! At The Disco, as do the cut lyrics.
This story is a sequel to Burning in The Skies, which can be read here
Trade Mistakes Chapter 1
No pictures this time, but here's an adorable little video of Brendon covering "Don't Stop Believing" :)
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"No," Tommy answered softly. "I wasn't. But it could have ended up that way. If I could have gotten over you, and if he could have gotten over Ryan, I'm pretty sure I would have fallen ass over elbow in love with him."
Adam nodded, downing the rest of his glass of whiskey. Tommy leaned forward to take the glass from him, put it down on the table where he was still sitting. Tommy took both of Adam's hands in his, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles across the back of Adam's hands.
"I just don't know what happened with you two," Adam said with a sigh. "You know, part of me doesn't want to know, I don't, but I don't think I'll be able to move on until I know what happened."
"That's fair," Tommy agreed with a small nod. "I met Brendon at Pete Wentz's party in New York. Gerard had told me a bit about him, that he was gorgeous and Gerard's always had a bit of a crush on him. I was drunk, and I think we had a bit of a dance together, he just seemed like a fun guy."
"So you were with Gerard when you hooked up with Brendon?"
"Well..." Tommy blushed. "Gerard and I hooked up with Brendon together."
"What?"
"When we got back to LA, Gerard went out to lunch one afternoon and I got a text from Brendon. Frank had given him my number, and I didn't realise it at the time, but he was totally trying to break Gerard and I up," Tommy admitted with a fond chuckle. "Anyway, Brendon text me to say he was in LA, so I invited him over, took pictures of us in bed together and sent them to Gerard to get him to come home. He did, and we...well, the three of us..."
"Ok, I get the picture," Adam groaned. "Then what happened?"
"Not much. I left for the UK with MCR, and Brendon probably just stayed at home watching Disney movies. Gerard finally got with Frank during the European leg of the tour, and when we came back to the US, Gerard told me that Brendon's band, Panic! At The Disco would be one of the opening acts. Brendon and I just picked up where we left off."
"So you started sleeping together?"
"Yeah. But we got to know each other, too. We went to the movies and had dinner together and just kind of..."
"Dated," Adam said quietly, finishing Tommy's sentence. "You dated."
"I guess so. But then when Ryan Ross joined the tour, I knew from the get go that they had unfinished business, and I wanted to come home. I wanted you back. So I told Brendon that he had to take Ryan back, he told me I had to take you back, and I came home."
"He just doesn't seem like your type."
"He's not," Tommy agreed. "But I think that's why I liked him. He's such a dork. He's dorkier than Gerard, if that's possible. And sometimes, he still seems so young. But he did make me happy, for a while. As happy as I could have been, without you."
Tommy smiled softly to himself, slipping back into memories of his time with Brendon. A huge hotel room, lit with soft, golden light. Brendon above him, resting on his elbows, littering kisses down Tommy's back as he moved slowly inside him.
"Brendon, give it to me," Tommy had demanded. Brendon giggled, letting his weight settle on Tommy's back so he could whisper in his ear.
"You sound just like a porn star," Brendon had laughed, placing a surprisingly tender kiss to the back of Tommy's ear.
Something melted in Tommy then, some sort of resistance he didn't know was there, and suddenly sex with Brendon wasn't just sex-with-Brendon, it was something more and Tommy was glad.
"I think you'd like him," Tommy added. "His voice, Adam, I swear it's insane. He's just so crazy talented, and I don't think he even realises. Next time we go to lunch, you should come."
"Yeah, ok," Adam agreed. He looked way more relaxed, and Tommy was glad that he took Gerard's advice and told Adam exactly what had happened with Brendon. He knew that Brendon would win Adam over in an instant, and that they could all get back to their lives.
He hoped so, anyway.
* * *
It turned out, Tommy didn't need to wait till the next time he and Brendon met up for lunch to introduce Adam. Brendon's band mate, Spencer, decided to have a barbeque one lazy Sunday afternoon and Brendon promptly invited everyone he knew, including Tommy.
Adam shuffled nervously up the drive to Spencer's house, clinging to the six pack of beer like it was a life jacket. Tommy took pity on him just as they reached the door, taking the beer in one hand and grabbing for Adam's hand after he rang the door bell.
Brendon answered, wearing nothing but a pair of black skin tight boxers that were dripping water from Spencer's pool down his bare legs. His hair was wet, and pushed back from his face.
"I'm so glad it's you, if I opened the door like this to a stranger, Spencer would have killed me!" Brendon laughed, stepping out of the door way so they could come in.
"I'm pretty sure if you keep walking around his house like that, he's going to kill you anyway," Tommy pointed out with a fond smile.
"Oh, I dunno. He didn't kill me when he caught me fucking Ryan on his kitchen table," Brendon said with a carefree shrug, taking the beer from Tommy and putting it in the fridge.
"I came real close though," Spencer added, stepping in to the kitchen from the back yard. He smiled when he saw Tommy, and pulled him into a hug.
"Hey Tommy, good to see you."
"Good to see you too, Spence."
"I would have hugged you, but I'm wet," Brendon pointed out, sounding almost sad. Tommy laughed, and ruffled his hair.
"That's ok Bren, you can hug me later. Guys, this is Adam."
Adam gave a nervous little wave, hovering behind Tommy, who couldn't help but think the whole situation is hilarious. Adam's not a shy guy, not usually, but he was standing in a room with a wet, practically naked Brendon Urie, so Tommy could understand the nerves.
"Hey man, great to meet you," Spencer said, offering Adam his hand. Adam shook it.
Brendon cocked his head like a confused puppy.
"You're pretty," he said, smiling in a dazed sort of way. "I would hug you too, but I'm still wet."
"Hey, Brendon, why don't you go find Ryan?" Spencer suggested. Brendon shrugged and wandered off into the back yard.
"How many beers has he had?" Tommy asked with a laugh, reaching into the fridge to pull out a couple of cold beers.
"At last count, I think seven. But I did lose track of him for a half hour," Spencer answered with a smile. "Didn't want to go looking for him, in case, you know, he was fucking Ryan against one of my poor innocent hard surfaces."
"Seems wise," Tommy agreed, handing Adam one of the beers with a small smile. "You ok, baby boy?"
"Yeah," Adam answered sincerely. "Yeah, I'm fine."
* * *
u know i fucked gee b4 he left on tour rite?
Frank couldn't look at the text without his blood boiling. He'd never liked Bert, he always knew the Used's front man would break Gerard's heart.
He wasn't angry that Gerard had slept with Bert again, because he and Gerard hadn't been together at that point, just like he wasn't angry Gerard had indulged in a brief fling with Tommy. Hell, he liked Tommy, they were friends.
What made him angry was that he and Gerard had talked about Bert, back on the tour when Gerard made his first move. Frank had asked him if anything had happened back in LA, the day Gerard met Bert for lunch.
And Gerard had looked him in the eye, and assured him nothing happened.
Someone was lying to him. Frank hoped it wasn't Gerard, because dishonesty was something he just couldn't stomach, not from him.
yes of course i know you gossipy little shit
Frank sent the text before he chickened out, hoping to call Bert's bluff.
gd just wanted to make sure u knew b4 you married him. and i know ur lying
Frank stared at the message for a long time before turning his phone off and putting it on the bedside table. He spent a sleepless night watching Gerard sleep, his long dark eyelashes fluttering across his pale cheeks as he dreamed.
It was as if Frank knew something terrible was going to happen, so he couldn't stop himself taking in every single detail of how peaceful Gerard looked as he slept, reminding himself of how much he loved him in the hopes that he wouldn't forget when they inevitably fought about Bert McCracken.
Frank sighed to himself, and waited for morning.
Author: shadowoftheday
Rating: R this chapter (mention of sex, language)
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Tommy Joe Ratliff (also featuring Gerard Way/Frank Iero, Mikey Way/Mat Devine and past Brendon Urie/Tommy Joe Ratliff)
Summary: After being dumped by an insecure Adam, Tommy Joe spent a whirlwind few months touring with My Chemical Romance before returning to LA to give things with Adam another try. Everything seems to be going well, but as Tommy soon learns, what happens on the road doesn't necessarily stay on the road.
Disclaimer: All fiction, entertainment purposes only, don't own, please don't sue!
Warnings/Notes: Thanks to everyone who commented on the first chapter, you guys make me smile! Story title belongs to Panic! At The Disco, as do the cut lyrics.
This story is a sequel to Burning in The Skies, which can be read here
Trade Mistakes Chapter 1
Click to viewNo pictures this time, but here's an adorable little video of Brendon covering "Don't Stop Believing" :)
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"No," Tommy answered softly. "I wasn't. But it could have ended up that way. If I could have gotten over you, and if he could have gotten over Ryan, I'm pretty sure I would have fallen ass over elbow in love with him."
Adam nodded, downing the rest of his glass of whiskey. Tommy leaned forward to take the glass from him, put it down on the table where he was still sitting. Tommy took both of Adam's hands in his, rubbing his thumbs in soothing circles across the back of Adam's hands.
"I just don't know what happened with you two," Adam said with a sigh. "You know, part of me doesn't want to know, I don't, but I don't think I'll be able to move on until I know what happened."
"That's fair," Tommy agreed with a small nod. "I met Brendon at Pete Wentz's party in New York. Gerard had told me a bit about him, that he was gorgeous and Gerard's always had a bit of a crush on him. I was drunk, and I think we had a bit of a dance together, he just seemed like a fun guy."
"So you were with Gerard when you hooked up with Brendon?"
"Well..." Tommy blushed. "Gerard and I hooked up with Brendon together."
"What?"
"When we got back to LA, Gerard went out to lunch one afternoon and I got a text from Brendon. Frank had given him my number, and I didn't realise it at the time, but he was totally trying to break Gerard and I up," Tommy admitted with a fond chuckle. "Anyway, Brendon text me to say he was in LA, so I invited him over, took pictures of us in bed together and sent them to Gerard to get him to come home. He did, and we...well, the three of us..."
"Ok, I get the picture," Adam groaned. "Then what happened?"
"Not much. I left for the UK with MCR, and Brendon probably just stayed at home watching Disney movies. Gerard finally got with Frank during the European leg of the tour, and when we came back to the US, Gerard told me that Brendon's band, Panic! At The Disco would be one of the opening acts. Brendon and I just picked up where we left off."
"So you started sleeping together?"
"Yeah. But we got to know each other, too. We went to the movies and had dinner together and just kind of..."
"Dated," Adam said quietly, finishing Tommy's sentence. "You dated."
"I guess so. But then when Ryan Ross joined the tour, I knew from the get go that they had unfinished business, and I wanted to come home. I wanted you back. So I told Brendon that he had to take Ryan back, he told me I had to take you back, and I came home."
"He just doesn't seem like your type."
"He's not," Tommy agreed. "But I think that's why I liked him. He's such a dork. He's dorkier than Gerard, if that's possible. And sometimes, he still seems so young. But he did make me happy, for a while. As happy as I could have been, without you."
Tommy smiled softly to himself, slipping back into memories of his time with Brendon. A huge hotel room, lit with soft, golden light. Brendon above him, resting on his elbows, littering kisses down Tommy's back as he moved slowly inside him.
"Brendon, give it to me," Tommy had demanded. Brendon giggled, letting his weight settle on Tommy's back so he could whisper in his ear.
"You sound just like a porn star," Brendon had laughed, placing a surprisingly tender kiss to the back of Tommy's ear.
Something melted in Tommy then, some sort of resistance he didn't know was there, and suddenly sex with Brendon wasn't just sex-with-Brendon, it was something more and Tommy was glad.
"I think you'd like him," Tommy added. "His voice, Adam, I swear it's insane. He's just so crazy talented, and I don't think he even realises. Next time we go to lunch, you should come."
"Yeah, ok," Adam agreed. He looked way more relaxed, and Tommy was glad that he took Gerard's advice and told Adam exactly what had happened with Brendon. He knew that Brendon would win Adam over in an instant, and that they could all get back to their lives.
He hoped so, anyway.
* * *
It turned out, Tommy didn't need to wait till the next time he and Brendon met up for lunch to introduce Adam. Brendon's band mate, Spencer, decided to have a barbeque one lazy Sunday afternoon and Brendon promptly invited everyone he knew, including Tommy.
Adam shuffled nervously up the drive to Spencer's house, clinging to the six pack of beer like it was a life jacket. Tommy took pity on him just as they reached the door, taking the beer in one hand and grabbing for Adam's hand after he rang the door bell.
Brendon answered, wearing nothing but a pair of black skin tight boxers that were dripping water from Spencer's pool down his bare legs. His hair was wet, and pushed back from his face.
"I'm so glad it's you, if I opened the door like this to a stranger, Spencer would have killed me!" Brendon laughed, stepping out of the door way so they could come in.
"I'm pretty sure if you keep walking around his house like that, he's going to kill you anyway," Tommy pointed out with a fond smile.
"Oh, I dunno. He didn't kill me when he caught me fucking Ryan on his kitchen table," Brendon said with a carefree shrug, taking the beer from Tommy and putting it in the fridge.
"I came real close though," Spencer added, stepping in to the kitchen from the back yard. He smiled when he saw Tommy, and pulled him into a hug.
"Hey Tommy, good to see you."
"Good to see you too, Spence."
"I would have hugged you, but I'm wet," Brendon pointed out, sounding almost sad. Tommy laughed, and ruffled his hair.
"That's ok Bren, you can hug me later. Guys, this is Adam."
Adam gave a nervous little wave, hovering behind Tommy, who couldn't help but think the whole situation is hilarious. Adam's not a shy guy, not usually, but he was standing in a room with a wet, practically naked Brendon Urie, so Tommy could understand the nerves.
"Hey man, great to meet you," Spencer said, offering Adam his hand. Adam shook it.
Brendon cocked his head like a confused puppy.
"You're pretty," he said, smiling in a dazed sort of way. "I would hug you too, but I'm still wet."
"Hey, Brendon, why don't you go find Ryan?" Spencer suggested. Brendon shrugged and wandered off into the back yard.
"How many beers has he had?" Tommy asked with a laugh, reaching into the fridge to pull out a couple of cold beers.
"At last count, I think seven. But I did lose track of him for a half hour," Spencer answered with a smile. "Didn't want to go looking for him, in case, you know, he was fucking Ryan against one of my poor innocent hard surfaces."
"Seems wise," Tommy agreed, handing Adam one of the beers with a small smile. "You ok, baby boy?"
"Yeah," Adam answered sincerely. "Yeah, I'm fine."
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u know i fucked gee b4 he left on tour rite?
Frank couldn't look at the text without his blood boiling. He'd never liked Bert, he always knew the Used's front man would break Gerard's heart.
He wasn't angry that Gerard had slept with Bert again, because he and Gerard hadn't been together at that point, just like he wasn't angry Gerard had indulged in a brief fling with Tommy. Hell, he liked Tommy, they were friends.
What made him angry was that he and Gerard had talked about Bert, back on the tour when Gerard made his first move. Frank had asked him if anything had happened back in LA, the day Gerard met Bert for lunch.
And Gerard had looked him in the eye, and assured him nothing happened.
Someone was lying to him. Frank hoped it wasn't Gerard, because dishonesty was something he just couldn't stomach, not from him.
yes of course i know you gossipy little shit
Frank sent the text before he chickened out, hoping to call Bert's bluff.
gd just wanted to make sure u knew b4 you married him. and i know ur lying
Frank stared at the message for a long time before turning his phone off and putting it on the bedside table. He spent a sleepless night watching Gerard sleep, his long dark eyelashes fluttering across his pale cheeks as he dreamed.
It was as if Frank knew something terrible was going to happen, so he couldn't stop himself taking in every single detail of how peaceful Gerard looked as he slept, reminding himself of how much he loved him in the hopes that he wouldn't forget when they inevitably fought about Bert McCracken.
Frank sighed to himself, and waited for morning.