Fic: For Hire [Adam/Tommy; NC-17]
TITLE: For Hire
AUTHORS: jeck7 and worlddescending
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff
WORD COUNT: 25,730
COMMENTS/WARNINGS: AU; mentions of drug use; profanity; Rentboy fic
A/N: This fic is complete and posted in sections with chapters linked.
SUMMARY: I don't want you to go/ Don't wanna see you back out in the cold/ Air you're breathing out fades you to grey/ Don't run away, find me.
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
NOTE: This fic is reposted, unlocked and complete here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/43528
It wasn't as if Burbank was the mecca of sex or some shit. Fuck. It was fucking Burbank. Mostly people came here to drink, watch a movie and stroll around the Town Center. Tommy was standing right at a corner off San Fernando road, his tight jeans on, tall boots, a shirt and a hoodie all in black with his hair the only shock of light color in the darkness. This was his spot, you know? His.
A car slowed down and then stopped, the window rolling down, black mustang the top up, the guy inside looking sharp in a leather jacket. That was all he'd seen so far. Tommy moved his head to toss the hair out of his face as he bent down to his waist, smiling, peering at the driver. "Hey." He was cute. Nice eyes lined in black that made it pop out even more on his pale, freckled skin. He had fancy necklaces around his neck, a simple v-neck t-shirt that fit nicely tucked into dark jeans.
"Hi." Tommy's smile was returned. "You game for a little fun?" His hand slid up his thigh and Tommy was watching him place his black lacquered tipped fingers just at the side of his dick. And in those damned tight pants was obviously something huge. Tommy hoped he didn't stuff it. Been there done that, you know? But he couldn't help it. Tommy licked his lips just as the guy smiled.
Fuck that smile was both innocent and naughty and full of promises that it took Tommy a fuck of a lot of will power to not just open the door and jump in. "Depends, man. You want a quickie, gimme 40. A hand job's 20. Blow job's gonna cost a bit more but I know how to use my mouth. I'm gonna slop up your dick so good, guaranteed." He stood up and then slowly turned around, give the fucker a good look at the goods. He leaned against the window. Tommy didn't smile. He rarely did. "So?" Hurry up cos another car was slowing down.
The guy smiled. "Get in." Then Tommy heard the click as the door unlocked and he opened it, crawling in. "Nice ride." He could smell the leather seats, a hint of pot in the air and he grinned even brighter. He hoped the guy would share. "So what'll it be." The car started to drive up San Fernando road again.
The laughter that echoed in the car sounded musical in Tommy's ear. He smiled and canted his head to the side, his long hair on one side falling over his face. "What's so funny?"
"You. Asking me what it'll be when you don't even know my name." He lifted a brow, turning to look at Tommy before dragging his eyes to look back on the road he was driving on.
"You've never picked anyone up before have you?" Tommy frowned. "We're all supposed to be nameless and forgettable. That's the point."
"I haven't done this before, no." The guy admitted. "Usually I pick someone up at a bar or a club." The guy was smirking. Why was he smirking? That only made Tommy frown even more. "So, what's your name?"
"I told you. No names." He twisted in the seat and looked out the passenger window. Noobs.
"Well you didn't exactly tell me you didn't want to give me your name. You said that's how it's supposed to be but I'm telling you now, I want to know your name." He turned the car toward the on-ramp to the 5 freeway, speeding up.
Tommy rolled his eyes. What the fuck is it with this guy? Didn't he understand? Tommy did not want to give him his name. "Where we goin'?" Yup. He's ignoring it.
A quick look and then the guy was shaking his head, expression looking amused. "My house."
"Your house? You really are a noob." Tommy shook his head and peeking at the man from the corner of his eyes.
"I'm Adam." A shift in the seat, his thighs parting further and then he turned his head to look at Tommy. "And since I'm taking you to my home, noob or not, I think it might be nice if you tell me your name."
For a long moment he didn't speak, looking out the window, watching cars and street lights whiz by. He let out an exasperated sigh. "Tommy," he mumbled scowling. "You're not some criminal or some shit are you? We could've gone to a motel or an alley somewhere." It wasn't as if he feared for his safety. Hell, Tommy had fucking good survival instincts, you know? Damn good. Adam don't scare the piss out of him. Ha.
"Do I really look like someone who would fuck in an alley? You don't need to worry." Adam rolled his eyes as he navigated the car through traffic. "My home is safe and I'll call you a cab, after."
Tommy scoffed. "You're paying for the cab," he said, turning head to look at Adam, taking in his profile, thinking, he wasn't so bad looking and he does have a rad looking car and dressed nicely. He could easily pay for the fucking cab. "You got food at your place? Got beer?" Might as well milk it.
Another look at the boy and Adam nodded. "Yeah, I do. And if you don't like what I have, we can order something. What's your favorite food ... Tommy?"
Tommy looked away and winced. Hr didn't like johns calling him by his name. Fuck. He shut his eyes and shook his head slightly. Shouldn't have given his real name.
"I could order?" Well, shit. This guy Adam was new to this. "I like steak. you got steak? Or a real big ass cheeseburger." Fuck yeah. Tommy was hungry. With those fat fries, you know? And beer." He smirked now. Fucking rookie.
Tommy was welcome to think what he wanted, but Adam saw the way his eyes changed when he'd mentioned food. "That can be arranged. We can even go out for it, if you'd like." There weren't any limits, really, to what they could do. Whatever Tommy wanted.
What the hell did this guy think this was? A date? Huh. If that was what he wanted, Tommy wasn't going to say no. He looked straight ahead but was taking quick peeks at Adam though he wouldn't admit to being a little bit intrigued. This was only because he looked like the kind of guy who could get anything and maybe even anyone he wanted. Maybe he was picking Tommy up for the cheap thrill. Did he really care? He was going to get paid, right? And fed. That was good enough.
"So... What did you want? Just a fuck or is there anything else?" Tommy'd like to know now so he could give him a price, you know? For this guy? Adam? This ass wouldn't come cheap.
"... maybe a little time. A little conversation?" Adam smiled again. "I'll pay you for your time. Tell you what," Adam said as he pulled onto a road that led up into the hills. "What's your price for the night? All night."
"All night?" An expression crossed his face, that he quickly got rid of, feigning indifference. "Two hundred." Tommy smirked a bit. That would have been a really good night in his terms. It wasn't as if he worked the red light district in Hollywood. It was fucking Burbank. "Plus the cab and food." He raised a brow. Deal?
"Two hundred?" Adam had been expecting a number more like one thousand. Tommy needed to up his prices. "... okay, then." He'd pay more anyway. They went through the gates of his community and drove slowly past large houses set back from the street. "Would you like to eat first? I can call."
Tommy didn't work the red light district for a reason and he wanted to do this on his own, no one pimping him around. His terms, you know? He didn't have to pay anyone else which was fine by him. "Whatever you want. It's your money." He shrugged a shoulder and was distracted with the view out the window. Fucking guy lived up in the hills. The damned hills. That was where the money was, no shit. "You live here?" Tommy couldn't help sounding curious and surprised.
"Mm-hmm."
The car pulled into a long driveway. Adam pushed a button and the gates swung inward, before they continued onto a circle driveway in front of the house. Shutting off the car, he gave Tommy a smile. "Come on inside." The front door was well lit and Adam opened the door, coding off the alarm (his body between Tommy and the keypad). "Have a seat." The room to the right was a sitting room, lit subtly by one table lamp. "I'll call for food."
Tommy was slow to walk in and look around, even tossing his head to get the hair out of his eyes for a better view. It was fucking fancy, Adam's place. What in the hell did he pick up Tommy for, seriously? Didn't look like he needed it. It didn't make sense. "Big ass burger, all right?" He reminded, distracted as he walked in the room Adam pointed to, feeling like a fish out of water in the fancy house with its unmistakably high end furniture. "Should've fucking charged more..." He murmured to himself, sitting down in a big ornate sofa.
"Right. Thanks," he heard a few minutes later as Adam reappeared, phone in one hand, beer in the other. He handed the bottle over to the boy. "The food should be here in about forty-five minutes," he added, watching Tommy watch him. "Make yourself at home." Tommy already was; it was a joke. Adam shrugged off his jacket, tossing over a chair.
He stuck out like a sore thumb, seriously. Felt like he should sit up straight and be all up-nosed snotty or whatever. But he wasn't going to show Adam he was uncomfortable here. He slouched and then crossed his legs, taking the beer. "What is it you do, huh?" He asked, tossing back a good few gulps of beer. Fuck, that was good.
"I'm, mm." Adam looked around the room as he came closer, moving to sit on the other end of the sofa. "I'm in entertainment. Kind of like you?" There was another one of those smiles. "I'm not actually home very often." His kohled eyes looked Tommy over. "Do you live in Burbank?"
Okay. Now that they were out of the dark car and in brighter surroundings, Tommy finally let himself take a real good look at Adam. He was real tall, he looked good, fancy clothes and shit, too. He liked those eyes, all right? He did. They kind of felt like he was seeing right through Tommy the way he was looking, you know? Made him fidget a bit. "I live in Burbank, yeah. Entertainment huh? If it's like me then why'd you pick me up? You, like, auditioning me or some shit for those gay porn stuff?" He smirked. That would be wild, man.
"Um, no. I said like you, not exactly like you. I'm ... an entertainer, I guess you could say." Amusement crinkled the edges of Adam's eyes as if he was amused that Tommy didn't quite know what he meant. "I picked you up because you caught my eye. Isn't that what's supposed to happen?"
"Yeah. Okay." Too bad you know? Tommy could've used the money from gay porn and he bet he'd look hot in a video, too. He took another swig of beer, looking at Adam and that smile. It was like he was amused with him. Like some toy he just found. He knew that look and seen it. Fine by him. That's what he was, right? Tommy scooted forward and put his arms on his knees, looking up, his hair cascading down the side of his face, covering an eye. What now? Adam wanted talking and shit, right? So, talk, the way he gazed back at Adam said.
There was no reason to start anything before the food got there. So, Adam talked, about the city, about growing up in San Diego, then moving to Los Angeles, just vague enough to be untraceable. He sipped at his own sparkling water as he talked, rising when the buzzer went, indicating that there was someone at the gate. He let the delivery driver in, paid him and took the food. With the bags in hand, he gestured to Tommy. "We can eat in the kitchen. It's this way." Down a hall into a tiled kitchen in earth tones. He set the bag down and started to unpack it. "There's more beer in the fridge if you want one."
Tommy did, opening the big fancy refrigerator and found the beer. He poked his head out. "You want one?" He asked Adam, grabbing two anyway and closing the door. He followed to the table and leaned forward on his elbows after placing the two bottles down. "Here. I say have one anyway." He smirked which was closer to a smile, really. "That shit smells good." His stomach growled.
"Eat. Hopefully the fries aren't too soggy with the drive." Adam sat as well, though he ignored the beer. He unwrapped his burger, flattening out the paper before he took a bite. Something about his face lightened in seeing Tommy nearly smile.
This was when Tommy kind of let go a bit, not even aware that he had put down the mask, his face utterly readable as he held that burger in his hands and took a bite. A big bite. "Fuck, this shit is good. They don't have burgers like this near my place." He smiled looking at the large cheeseburger and then taking a fry and popping it in his mouth.
"I think they claim the beef is something special? Kobe, or something? I don't know, but it's good. I can't eat like this very often. I'm not skinny like some people," Adam teased, grinning. "Do you want some ketchup? Or mustard? I can't eat fries without mustard," he added as he stood up, going over to the fridge and pulling out the bottle to bring it back. "What's your favorite food?"
Tommy had no idea what Adam was talking about with this Kobe shit. He didn't care. It was good stuff. "Mustard?" He wrinkled his nose. "I'll have ketchup." As Adam stood up he took another, more careful look at him. "You look a'right to me." A shrug. "You should just eat what you want, you know? None of that fancy Hollywood vegetarian shit with the tofu and fake meat. Ugh." He took another bite and was talking and chewing. "I can eat anything." He even looked smug saying that because for a guy of his stature, his size, he really could pack it in.
"Yeah, well, I can't. Did you just size me up?" Adam teased, grinning. "Should I be flattered? I bet you hear this all the time, but you have amazing eyes." His fingers skated down Tommy's arm and away before he reached for a fry and ate it.
Adam's fingers on his arm left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Tommy had to stop the shudder he felt. He blinked, a little surprised at how he reacted and then he looked back at Adam, cocking his head to the side. "Don't flatter yourself." He rolled his eyes but right as he was going to take a bite a small smile made its way to the corners of his lips. "...glad you liked the goods though. That is the point of me being here, right?" But honestly, at least Adam said his eyes, you know? It wasn't as if he was just a mouth that sucked and an ass to fuck.
Everyone was more than that. As they ate, Adam worked to draw more out of Tommy, small things, things too that made the boy smile. When the food was gone, he discarded the trash and thumbed toward the fridge. "I have some ice cream, I think. It shouldn't be too freezer burnt."
Was that his trip? Feeding someone is, like, some weird turn on? Tommy didn't get it. Then again he didn't have to get it. He'd do what he was told cos that was what he got paid for. "Yeah? What kind." He helped himself to opening the freezer in that fancy pull out bottom drawer kind of fridge. He rummaged around and found two. "Which one you want?" He was bent over the freezer, each hand holding an ice cream container.
"The mint chip is mine," Adam took that and got two spoons, handing one to Tommy. "Sorry." And his smile was bright, friendly and warm. Maybe this was about making sure Tommy was having a good time. It might be something he was used to having done. Maybe he could get used to it.
Tommy handed Adam the mint chip and took the fudge brownie one himself. "What? You're not gonna share? That's fucked up!" He was teasing, shaking his head, a faux frown on. He pulled the spoon from Adam's hand and followed the man around. "You got a real nice place, you know. " He pulled the cover out and dug his spoon in the hard ice cream. "It's real nice." He meant that.
"Thanks. I like it." Adam led him to another room, a bit more relaxed, the furniture stuffed and comfortable and he sank down into the cushions, carton in his lap as he started to eat. "I guess I could share my ice cream." He spooned up a bite and offered it to Tommy with a smile.
Okay. So. Adam had different kinks. Tommy could hang with that. He sat down beside Adam and smirked at the offered spoonful. His fingers he wrapped around Adam's wrist and he helped guide the spoon in his mouth. Might as well make it a show, yeah? Lips parted slowly, he took the spoon in his mouth, sliding it out then licking the base of the spoon, too. It wasn't much of a seduction but Tommy did it just for the tease. More where that came from. He smirked and nodded. "I see why you like that." It was good mint ice cream. Guy got his dessert from fancy places too, he could tell.
A soft moan escaped, Adam's eyes locked on Tommy's mouth. He reached out, thumb brushing over that full lower lip. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice husky. "... is that all right?"
Tommy darted the tip of his tongue to catch Adam's thumb and he nodded his head. "Yeah. Yeah, sure." He licked around his lips and was watching Adam's mouth move. Guess the game was about to start.
Hand cupping Tommy's face, Adam leaned in. He paused just shy of it, eyes flickering between his mouth and his eyes. He moaned again, softly, then closed the distance, kissing him softly at first, urging his mouth open to lick at his tongue.
Shit. The moment Adam's mouth touched his, no lie, his cock twitched and hardened. The fuck?! Tommy's eyes fluttered and then shut and then he heard the whimper, surprised it came out of his own mouth. He parted his lips and let Adam in, let him take over the kiss, feeling his tongue delve in his mouth, tasting him and chocolate and mint, too. Damn.
The sound seemed to unleash something in Adam, who quickly set aside the ice cream and looped an arm around Tommy's waist, urging him back against the sofa so that Adam could lean over him kissing more deeply into his mouth, his other hand still cupping his face. It might not have been a reaction Tommy got much. It was almost as if Adam had waited a very long time for this very moment.
This wasn't something that had been done to him, no. Usually Tommy's mouth was used for something other than kissing. Who wanted a filthy whore's mouth on them, right? Not a lot. But the way Adam was kissing him made him feel all weak and weird. It was like he was fucking melting in the heat of it .. and it felt awesome. He stuttered a breath in and then kissed back, a louder, more desperate sound rumbled out of his chest while his arms found their way around Adam's shoulders, pulling him down even more.
Somehow they ended up on the sofa, spread out, Adam's hips between Tommy's legs, a hand still on Tommy's face, his other hand wrapped around Tommy's leg, urging it up his hip. The kisses paused only long enough for gasped breaths, for whispered words like "God," "more," "yeah," as Adam's hand slipped up under Tommy's shirt, spanning over warm skin.
He was breathless and it was because of that kiss and not, well, what Tommy was used to. "Fuck!" His hips jerked upward while he grabbed on to Adam's sides to press him down harder over his body. Tommy hooked that leg around Adam's hip and yeah, he was upthrusting in a slow rocking motion. Damn. He hadn't felt like this - about wanting sex with someone in a long ass time.
When he pulled away again, Adam was flushed, breathless. "We ... need to go upstairs." To a bed. He got to his feet, only belatedly reaching for the cartons of ice cream, squeezed in one hand as he pulled Tommy with the other. The dessert was put back into the freezer, then they made their way up a long, wide curved staircase and down a hall to a bedroom dominated by a big, wide bed draped with a black silk comforter. Adam pulled him in, closing the door behind them. "I want to undress you. I want ... God, I want."
Tommy had to give himself a head shake. What the hell was going on? He'd had many tricks up the wazoo and none of them ever came to something like this. He, frankly, felt a little lost that all he could do was follow after Adam and then nod his head, the bravado on the streets and in the car seemingly gone.
It was Adam's words that seemed to snap him out of it. Tommy took a step forward and then he held Adam's wrists in his hands and he put them on his chest, sliding it himself to push that hoodie open. "Then take it off. Take it all off." To Tommy's surprise, his voice still sounded breathless and rough. "Do whatever you want."
There was another groan, seemingly pushed from low in Adam's chest. He pushed away the sweatshirt, pulling off the t-shirt under that. Those gone, he urged Tommy to sit, kneeling to take off his boots then work on the jeans and boxers under that, fingertips running over skin almost worshipfully as he leaned up to kiss him again, hand wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him closer.
When Tommy was completely naked and pressed to Adam he somehow felt vulnerable. He chalked that up to being in someone's actual house and not some motel off of San Fernando in a room that smelled of cheap whiskey and stale cigarette smoke. He tilted his head up and kissed Adam while his hands fisted the shirt Adam wore, holding on, holding himself up because Adam's kiss, for the second time that night, had made Tommy feel weak. His body rocked slowly side to side, feeling the rough material of Adam's clothes brushing against his skin making him grow hard between the legs, whimpering again as he opened up even more to the intense kiss.
Leaning down, Adam pushed Tommy to the bed, not breaking the kiss until the last possible minute. Then, he leaned up, on his knees and worked to pull off his clothes, revealing, even in the dim light, light skin littered with freckles. Shirt off first, then his slid back to his feet to take off the rest before climbing back onto the bed, moving to immediately kiss Tommy again as if hungry for his mouth, as if in those few seconds away, he'd been so lonely.
No one had ever kissed him the way Adam was kissing him. Tommy was growing more and more weak and pliant and willing. He feels Adam's skin warm against his, reaching out to touch, smooth his hands down the curve of Adam's back. The kiss deepened and it makes Tommy shudder, arching up his back curved and rising from the bed to press up against Adam's body. He could feel himself letting go and his mind was warring with his body, wanting him to be more coherent, more detached -- this was supposed to be just another fuck but Adam and his body was making that more and more difficult for his mind to believe.
It seemed to happen so easily. They seemed to move as if they knew each other; where to touch, how to touch and when. And when Adam finally pushed inside of Tommy, it was with something like relief, at least judging by the sounds he made. He pulled Tommy's leg up his body and bent down again, still kissing, still seeming to seek Tommy's mouth like it was air he needed to breathe. "Oh, God," he whispered. "You ... you feel so good."
Tommy was kind of foundering here. He wasn't used to this. He felt so lost. He was used to dropping down to his knees and sucking a cock. Used to going in a room and taking his clothes off, bending over something or getting on all fours. But this? This wasn't something done to him. As if Adam actually wanted him to feel this, too. Tommy bit his bottom lip and with hooded eyes he looked, no, stared at Adam's face. He was beautiful and Tommy tried to think of other things so that he wouldn't moan too loud like he actually enjoyed it, or say something like, "please," or, "god, yes" or, "more." Nothing that would tell Adam that he was feeling this ... and it felt so good.
If Tommy wasn't mistaken, Adam was really as into it as he seemed to be. If he wasn't kissing Tommy's mouth, he was licking along his neck, breathing hot moans there as his hips snapped forward, as he laced the fingers of one hand together, using those joined hands to grasp and stroke Tommy's cock, too. Adam dug his knees under him a little more, rolling Tommy up a little more, to go deeper, to push harder, to take, it seemed, as much as he could.
It was as if Adam was insistent on him giving in to this. The way he moved, the way he kissed. Tommy was already close, his whole body trembled and then he was coming gloriously with his cock wrapped around both their hands. His orgasm made him clench Adam deep inside, his hips stuttering in movement to meet the thrusts while he threw his head back and let out a loud moan, his gasps quivering as he struggled to breathe. It was too much. Fuck! Too much. Too good. Too unfamiliar.
Adam pushed in as far as he could, hips snapping when he felt the clench. As he started to come, he pressed his sweaty forehead to Tommy's neck and groaned out low as his hips stuttered forward and he was moving with the pleasure that seemed to shoot through him. It was only a moment, but felt like longer when he finally raised his head, giving Tommy a blurry, sated smile, before kissing him yet again.
Tommy was kissing back. He was kissing back and he was grabbing on to Adam like he didn't want him to go anywhere. Desire was something he didn't feel anymore. A fuck was a fuck, but this? Tommy had no words for what just happened -- what they just shared. He blinked rapidly, a hand coming up to brush the hair away from his face then wiping the sweat from his brow. He looked at Adam, his face stoic again, slipping that mask of indifference back on. "Good?" He asked, still breathless.
"God, yes." Eyes slipping away from that blank look, Adam pulled away to get rid of the condom, stretching up toward the ceiling before he turned back to the boy. "... all night, right?"
"All night, yeah." Fuck, his ass burned. Adam was huge and in a way he was kind of glad he was going to stay. Another trick would have been painful even if he knew that Adam wasn't quite done with him yet.
Tommy pushed himself to sit, turning to Adam, allowing himself to take a good long, lingering look at his naked form before he let his eyes wander around the room. "You got a bathroom here? I gotta clean this spunk off..."
"Through there." Adam gestured to a smoked glass door. "Would you like something to drink? Whatever you'd like to have; you can make yourself comfortable. There should be a robe on the back of the door if you want to put that on."
A robe at the back of the door? What the actual fuck? Like some fancy hotel or something? Tommy just looked over his shoulder at Adam, face expressionless and then walked inside the bathroom, closing the door.
It was huge! Shit. It was probably the size of Tommy's apartment. He turned the tap on and cleaned he jizz off his belly, splashing water in his still hot face, too, before wiping himself dry. As he turned around he saw the robe and with a smirk he unhooked it and put it up against his nose. It smelled clean ... And it smelled like Adam. It made Tommy shiver and then he put it on, checking his reflection in the mirror. Shit like this didn't happen to him. It was nice. The robe was so soft. But as he stared at himself he frowned. This wasn't his life. Get real, Ratliff.
He took the robe off again and then he took one last whiff of the scent before hooking it back up. Tommy went back on the room and back in bed with Adam. "I'm cool," he said, stretching out with the man beside him.
"You are cool." Leaning back against the headboard, still naked, Adam smiled at him, reaching out to card fingers through his hair. "You're prettier up close. And you're pretty when you've come." It's an observation, but it doesn't take a brain surgeon to see that there's more there. But what?
There he went using that word pretty again but this time, Tommy didn't frown. He was glad Adam thought so because if not then he wouldn't be here, right? What he couldn't stop was one corner of his mouth from lifting ever so slightly. He kinda liked hearing that you know? Mostly because of the way Adam said it -- like he meant it. Tommy then shrugged a shoulder and pretended that it didn't affect him one bit. "Dunno about coming... I don't think anyone looks good when they come." Except Adam. Tommy wasn't going to admit that.
"I disagree." A smile played over Adam's mouth too, his mind clearly elsewhere for a moment before he focused back on Tommy. "I'm going to kiss you again," he said, hand coming around his cheek and pulling him close. The kiss this time was slow, gentle, showing that Adam knew that they had time.
As it turned out, they didn't leave the bedroom again, though the sheets were messed beyond salvage by the time the sun came up. Only then did Adam guide Tommy back downstairs. He made eggs and bacon; it wasn't too difficult. Toast, too, wearing the robe that Tommy had rejected the night before. When he handed over the plate, he asked, quietly, "do you want me to call the cab?" Maybe there was something behind his eyes there. Or maybe not.
Tommy was only in his jeans, no shirt on, tattoos even more colorful in the morning light. He looked down at his plate and slowly he gave Adam a shoulder shrug. "Yeah ... This looks good. Aren't you eating?" He said, still not looking at the man. He instead picked up a fork and dug into the eggs, taking a mouthful so he didn't have to talk. He could have mentioned the money, he could have asked for payment already but Tommy felt out of his element here. He'd never been treated this way before.
There was a pause before Adam spoke again, bringing his own plate over and sliding into the chair. "... I don't have to leave again until tomorrow. I would ... I could pay you for another day. If you ... if you wanted to stay." He studied his plate, fork moving the eggs around, instead of looking at Tommy.
That made Tommy's head whip up and he met Adam's eyes. "What?" Was he serious? Another day? Not that it was a hard decision. It was easy money. He didn't have to stand around the street corner. He'd be fed and have beer and lay around on a soft and big bed with a bathroom bigger than his fucking place. Who wouldn't want that? "You're fucking on but you gotta pay me for last night now ... and tomorrow give me triple that ... no, four times that much." There was something in his eyes, if Adam would look closely. Maybe it was gratitude. But then Tommy blinked it away.
"That was the plan the first time, you know. You undersold yourself." With a smile, Adam got up, left the room, returning with some folded bills that he handed over, sliding them across the table for Tommy to take. It was, when he counted it, two thousand dollars. He sat again, then and started to eat, watching Tommy surreptitiously from the corner of his eye.
Tommy was quick to reach for the money. That was what all this was about, right? He counted it, his hands shaking just a little. Two grand. Adam gave him two fucking grand. He flicked his eyes toward Adam, making sure his long hair was draped over the side of his face as he took a peek at him. He didn't get it. Maybe he would never get it. So, without a word about the amount of cash he had, Tommy wadded up the bills and stuffed it into the front pocket of his jeans. "One more day." Those three words was him sealing the deal. "Whatever you want."
And even though his head was bowed, Adam smiled.
~~
By the time that Tommy was to leave, Adam was as well and with his travel bag over his shoulder, he offered Tommy a ride in the car service car so he could be dropped off after Adam was dropped at the airport. By this time, Tommy had seen the gold records on the wall, heard how often his cell phone went off, how he ignored it to touch or taste Tommy's skin. But when the doorbell rang, Adam looked over at him. "Are you coming, then?"
The longer part of Tommy's hair was still a bit damp from the shower they took together. He brushed it aside to look at Adam and nod his head. "Yeah. I'll go." He was tired, to be honest. But for the first time in, well, never, he had to admit it was a good tired. Adam knew to take care of him. It was -- different. Maybe he did milk it a bit but never would it be said that he did do anything and everything that Adam wanted. He made sure that he gave the man his money's worth. Because that money? That was a helluva lot more than Tommy was accustomed to having.
They go out the door and Tommy followed Adam to the car and he crawled in back in the same clothes he came in with his hoodie wrapped around his waist this time. This was it, you know? It had been awesome in more ways than just the money but Tommy doubted he'd see Adam again. He shouldn't care. He shouldn't. But then maybe he kinda did. Just a little.
For the first few minutes of the drive, Adam looked out the window, but then, as they got closer to the freeway and the airport, he turned to Tommy. There would be no exchange of numbers. It was a business transaction, nothing more. But his smile was soft. He reached out, running his thumb over Tommy's lower lip, then letting his hand rest on his thigh. "... I'll see you around," he finally said.
Tommy was looking out the other window, too. He could feel the thick rolled up cash in his pocket, full and heavy there. A constant reminder. He had no choice but to turn his head to look at Adam when he felt the touch and instantly he met his eyes and then his gaze dropped down to his lips. He swallowed. Hard. Tamping down the urge to feel Adam kiss him again. It was over and maybe deep inside Tommy only wanted a little something to remember Adam by. "Maybe you will," he said, his lower lip where Adam touched it felt like it was tingling, "maybe you wont." The smirk was back, as was the bravado; it made Adam smile, though the edges weren't quite as sharp as they could be.
At the airport, before the door could open, Adam put on a pair of sunglasses and gave Tommy a smile. That seemed like it was going to be it before he leaned in, mouth plush against Tommy's. "I'll see you," Adam whispered again and then he was gone, door closed against the glare of flashbulbs going off.
"Where to?" Tommy heard the driver ask.
Tommy kept looking at Adam until he could no longer see him, disappearing in the busy LAX crowd. He signed softly and then his finger traced around his lips, still feeling Adam's kiss before he gave his head a sharp shake. The fuck. That was it. Done. They were done.
He faced the driver. "Burbank," Tommy said, slouching down on the seat, the car pulling off the curb and headed back out into the street.
TO PART THE 2nd [F-LOCKED]
NOTE: This fic is reposted, unlocked and complete here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/43528
AUTHORS: jeck7 and worlddescending
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Adam Lambert/Tommy Ratliff
WORD COUNT: 25,730
COMMENTS/WARNINGS: AU; mentions of drug use; profanity; Rentboy fic
A/N: This fic is complete and posted in sections with chapters linked.
SUMMARY: I don't want you to go/ Don't wanna see you back out in the cold/ Air you're breathing out fades you to grey/ Don't run away, find me.
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred, or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
NOTE: This fic is reposted, unlocked and complete here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/43528
It wasn't as if Burbank was the mecca of sex or some shit. Fuck. It was fucking Burbank. Mostly people came here to drink, watch a movie and stroll around the Town Center. Tommy was standing right at a corner off San Fernando road, his tight jeans on, tall boots, a shirt and a hoodie all in black with his hair the only shock of light color in the darkness. This was his spot, you know? His.
A car slowed down and then stopped, the window rolling down, black mustang the top up, the guy inside looking sharp in a leather jacket. That was all he'd seen so far. Tommy moved his head to toss the hair out of his face as he bent down to his waist, smiling, peering at the driver. "Hey." He was cute. Nice eyes lined in black that made it pop out even more on his pale, freckled skin. He had fancy necklaces around his neck, a simple v-neck t-shirt that fit nicely tucked into dark jeans.
"Hi." Tommy's smile was returned. "You game for a little fun?" His hand slid up his thigh and Tommy was watching him place his black lacquered tipped fingers just at the side of his dick. And in those damned tight pants was obviously something huge. Tommy hoped he didn't stuff it. Been there done that, you know? But he couldn't help it. Tommy licked his lips just as the guy smiled.
Fuck that smile was both innocent and naughty and full of promises that it took Tommy a fuck of a lot of will power to not just open the door and jump in. "Depends, man. You want a quickie, gimme 40. A hand job's 20. Blow job's gonna cost a bit more but I know how to use my mouth. I'm gonna slop up your dick so good, guaranteed." He stood up and then slowly turned around, give the fucker a good look at the goods. He leaned against the window. Tommy didn't smile. He rarely did. "So?" Hurry up cos another car was slowing down.
The guy smiled. "Get in." Then Tommy heard the click as the door unlocked and he opened it, crawling in. "Nice ride." He could smell the leather seats, a hint of pot in the air and he grinned even brighter. He hoped the guy would share. "So what'll it be." The car started to drive up San Fernando road again.
The laughter that echoed in the car sounded musical in Tommy's ear. He smiled and canted his head to the side, his long hair on one side falling over his face. "What's so funny?"
"You. Asking me what it'll be when you don't even know my name." He lifted a brow, turning to look at Tommy before dragging his eyes to look back on the road he was driving on.
"You've never picked anyone up before have you?" Tommy frowned. "We're all supposed to be nameless and forgettable. That's the point."
"I haven't done this before, no." The guy admitted. "Usually I pick someone up at a bar or a club." The guy was smirking. Why was he smirking? That only made Tommy frown even more. "So, what's your name?"
"I told you. No names." He twisted in the seat and looked out the passenger window. Noobs.
"Well you didn't exactly tell me you didn't want to give me your name. You said that's how it's supposed to be but I'm telling you now, I want to know your name." He turned the car toward the on-ramp to the 5 freeway, speeding up.
Tommy rolled his eyes. What the fuck is it with this guy? Didn't he understand? Tommy did not want to give him his name. "Where we goin'?" Yup. He's ignoring it.
A quick look and then the guy was shaking his head, expression looking amused. "My house."
"Your house? You really are a noob." Tommy shook his head and peeking at the man from the corner of his eyes.
"I'm Adam." A shift in the seat, his thighs parting further and then he turned his head to look at Tommy. "And since I'm taking you to my home, noob or not, I think it might be nice if you tell me your name."
For a long moment he didn't speak, looking out the window, watching cars and street lights whiz by. He let out an exasperated sigh. "Tommy," he mumbled scowling. "You're not some criminal or some shit are you? We could've gone to a motel or an alley somewhere." It wasn't as if he feared for his safety. Hell, Tommy had fucking good survival instincts, you know? Damn good. Adam don't scare the piss out of him. Ha.
"Do I really look like someone who would fuck in an alley? You don't need to worry." Adam rolled his eyes as he navigated the car through traffic. "My home is safe and I'll call you a cab, after."
Tommy scoffed. "You're paying for the cab," he said, turning head to look at Adam, taking in his profile, thinking, he wasn't so bad looking and he does have a rad looking car and dressed nicely. He could easily pay for the fucking cab. "You got food at your place? Got beer?" Might as well milk it.
Another look at the boy and Adam nodded. "Yeah, I do. And if you don't like what I have, we can order something. What's your favorite food ... Tommy?"
Tommy looked away and winced. Hr didn't like johns calling him by his name. Fuck. He shut his eyes and shook his head slightly. Shouldn't have given his real name.
"I could order?" Well, shit. This guy Adam was new to this. "I like steak. you got steak? Or a real big ass cheeseburger." Fuck yeah. Tommy was hungry. With those fat fries, you know? And beer." He smirked now. Fucking rookie.
Tommy was welcome to think what he wanted, but Adam saw the way his eyes changed when he'd mentioned food. "That can be arranged. We can even go out for it, if you'd like." There weren't any limits, really, to what they could do. Whatever Tommy wanted.
What the hell did this guy think this was? A date? Huh. If that was what he wanted, Tommy wasn't going to say no. He looked straight ahead but was taking quick peeks at Adam though he wouldn't admit to being a little bit intrigued. This was only because he looked like the kind of guy who could get anything and maybe even anyone he wanted. Maybe he was picking Tommy up for the cheap thrill. Did he really care? He was going to get paid, right? And fed. That was good enough.
"So... What did you want? Just a fuck or is there anything else?" Tommy'd like to know now so he could give him a price, you know? For this guy? Adam? This ass wouldn't come cheap.
"... maybe a little time. A little conversation?" Adam smiled again. "I'll pay you for your time. Tell you what," Adam said as he pulled onto a road that led up into the hills. "What's your price for the night? All night."
"All night?" An expression crossed his face, that he quickly got rid of, feigning indifference. "Two hundred." Tommy smirked a bit. That would have been a really good night in his terms. It wasn't as if he worked the red light district in Hollywood. It was fucking Burbank. "Plus the cab and food." He raised a brow. Deal?
"Two hundred?" Adam had been expecting a number more like one thousand. Tommy needed to up his prices. "... okay, then." He'd pay more anyway. They went through the gates of his community and drove slowly past large houses set back from the street. "Would you like to eat first? I can call."
Tommy didn't work the red light district for a reason and he wanted to do this on his own, no one pimping him around. His terms, you know? He didn't have to pay anyone else which was fine by him. "Whatever you want. It's your money." He shrugged a shoulder and was distracted with the view out the window. Fucking guy lived up in the hills. The damned hills. That was where the money was, no shit. "You live here?" Tommy couldn't help sounding curious and surprised.
"Mm-hmm."
The car pulled into a long driveway. Adam pushed a button and the gates swung inward, before they continued onto a circle driveway in front of the house. Shutting off the car, he gave Tommy a smile. "Come on inside." The front door was well lit and Adam opened the door, coding off the alarm (his body between Tommy and the keypad). "Have a seat." The room to the right was a sitting room, lit subtly by one table lamp. "I'll call for food."
Tommy was slow to walk in and look around, even tossing his head to get the hair out of his eyes for a better view. It was fucking fancy, Adam's place. What in the hell did he pick up Tommy for, seriously? Didn't look like he needed it. It didn't make sense. "Big ass burger, all right?" He reminded, distracted as he walked in the room Adam pointed to, feeling like a fish out of water in the fancy house with its unmistakably high end furniture. "Should've fucking charged more..." He murmured to himself, sitting down in a big ornate sofa.
"Right. Thanks," he heard a few minutes later as Adam reappeared, phone in one hand, beer in the other. He handed the bottle over to the boy. "The food should be here in about forty-five minutes," he added, watching Tommy watch him. "Make yourself at home." Tommy already was; it was a joke. Adam shrugged off his jacket, tossing over a chair.
He stuck out like a sore thumb, seriously. Felt like he should sit up straight and be all up-nosed snotty or whatever. But he wasn't going to show Adam he was uncomfortable here. He slouched and then crossed his legs, taking the beer. "What is it you do, huh?" He asked, tossing back a good few gulps of beer. Fuck, that was good.
"I'm, mm." Adam looked around the room as he came closer, moving to sit on the other end of the sofa. "I'm in entertainment. Kind of like you?" There was another one of those smiles. "I'm not actually home very often." His kohled eyes looked Tommy over. "Do you live in Burbank?"
Okay. Now that they were out of the dark car and in brighter surroundings, Tommy finally let himself take a real good look at Adam. He was real tall, he looked good, fancy clothes and shit, too. He liked those eyes, all right? He did. They kind of felt like he was seeing right through Tommy the way he was looking, you know? Made him fidget a bit. "I live in Burbank, yeah. Entertainment huh? If it's like me then why'd you pick me up? You, like, auditioning me or some shit for those gay porn stuff?" He smirked. That would be wild, man.
"Um, no. I said like you, not exactly like you. I'm ... an entertainer, I guess you could say." Amusement crinkled the edges of Adam's eyes as if he was amused that Tommy didn't quite know what he meant. "I picked you up because you caught my eye. Isn't that what's supposed to happen?"
"Yeah. Okay." Too bad you know? Tommy could've used the money from gay porn and he bet he'd look hot in a video, too. He took another swig of beer, looking at Adam and that smile. It was like he was amused with him. Like some toy he just found. He knew that look and seen it. Fine by him. That's what he was, right? Tommy scooted forward and put his arms on his knees, looking up, his hair cascading down the side of his face, covering an eye. What now? Adam wanted talking and shit, right? So, talk, the way he gazed back at Adam said.
There was no reason to start anything before the food got there. So, Adam talked, about the city, about growing up in San Diego, then moving to Los Angeles, just vague enough to be untraceable. He sipped at his own sparkling water as he talked, rising when the buzzer went, indicating that there was someone at the gate. He let the delivery driver in, paid him and took the food. With the bags in hand, he gestured to Tommy. "We can eat in the kitchen. It's this way." Down a hall into a tiled kitchen in earth tones. He set the bag down and started to unpack it. "There's more beer in the fridge if you want one."
Tommy did, opening the big fancy refrigerator and found the beer. He poked his head out. "You want one?" He asked Adam, grabbing two anyway and closing the door. He followed to the table and leaned forward on his elbows after placing the two bottles down. "Here. I say have one anyway." He smirked which was closer to a smile, really. "That shit smells good." His stomach growled.
"Eat. Hopefully the fries aren't too soggy with the drive." Adam sat as well, though he ignored the beer. He unwrapped his burger, flattening out the paper before he took a bite. Something about his face lightened in seeing Tommy nearly smile.
This was when Tommy kind of let go a bit, not even aware that he had put down the mask, his face utterly readable as he held that burger in his hands and took a bite. A big bite. "Fuck, this shit is good. They don't have burgers like this near my place." He smiled looking at the large cheeseburger and then taking a fry and popping it in his mouth.
"I think they claim the beef is something special? Kobe, or something? I don't know, but it's good. I can't eat like this very often. I'm not skinny like some people," Adam teased, grinning. "Do you want some ketchup? Or mustard? I can't eat fries without mustard," he added as he stood up, going over to the fridge and pulling out the bottle to bring it back. "What's your favorite food?"
Tommy had no idea what Adam was talking about with this Kobe shit. He didn't care. It was good stuff. "Mustard?" He wrinkled his nose. "I'll have ketchup." As Adam stood up he took another, more careful look at him. "You look a'right to me." A shrug. "You should just eat what you want, you know? None of that fancy Hollywood vegetarian shit with the tofu and fake meat. Ugh." He took another bite and was talking and chewing. "I can eat anything." He even looked smug saying that because for a guy of his stature, his size, he really could pack it in.
"Yeah, well, I can't. Did you just size me up?" Adam teased, grinning. "Should I be flattered? I bet you hear this all the time, but you have amazing eyes." His fingers skated down Tommy's arm and away before he reached for a fry and ate it.
Adam's fingers on his arm left a trail of goosebumps in its wake. Tommy had to stop the shudder he felt. He blinked, a little surprised at how he reacted and then he looked back at Adam, cocking his head to the side. "Don't flatter yourself." He rolled his eyes but right as he was going to take a bite a small smile made its way to the corners of his lips. "...glad you liked the goods though. That is the point of me being here, right?" But honestly, at least Adam said his eyes, you know? It wasn't as if he was just a mouth that sucked and an ass to fuck.
Everyone was more than that. As they ate, Adam worked to draw more out of Tommy, small things, things too that made the boy smile. When the food was gone, he discarded the trash and thumbed toward the fridge. "I have some ice cream, I think. It shouldn't be too freezer burnt."
Was that his trip? Feeding someone is, like, some weird turn on? Tommy didn't get it. Then again he didn't have to get it. He'd do what he was told cos that was what he got paid for. "Yeah? What kind." He helped himself to opening the freezer in that fancy pull out bottom drawer kind of fridge. He rummaged around and found two. "Which one you want?" He was bent over the freezer, each hand holding an ice cream container.
"The mint chip is mine," Adam took that and got two spoons, handing one to Tommy. "Sorry." And his smile was bright, friendly and warm. Maybe this was about making sure Tommy was having a good time. It might be something he was used to having done. Maybe he could get used to it.
Tommy handed Adam the mint chip and took the fudge brownie one himself. "What? You're not gonna share? That's fucked up!" He was teasing, shaking his head, a faux frown on. He pulled the spoon from Adam's hand and followed the man around. "You got a real nice place, you know. " He pulled the cover out and dug his spoon in the hard ice cream. "It's real nice." He meant that.
"Thanks. I like it." Adam led him to another room, a bit more relaxed, the furniture stuffed and comfortable and he sank down into the cushions, carton in his lap as he started to eat. "I guess I could share my ice cream." He spooned up a bite and offered it to Tommy with a smile.
Okay. So. Adam had different kinks. Tommy could hang with that. He sat down beside Adam and smirked at the offered spoonful. His fingers he wrapped around Adam's wrist and he helped guide the spoon in his mouth. Might as well make it a show, yeah? Lips parted slowly, he took the spoon in his mouth, sliding it out then licking the base of the spoon, too. It wasn't much of a seduction but Tommy did it just for the tease. More where that came from. He smirked and nodded. "I see why you like that." It was good mint ice cream. Guy got his dessert from fancy places too, he could tell.
A soft moan escaped, Adam's eyes locked on Tommy's mouth. He reached out, thumb brushing over that full lower lip. "Can I kiss you?" He asked, his voice husky. "... is that all right?"
Tommy darted the tip of his tongue to catch Adam's thumb and he nodded his head. "Yeah. Yeah, sure." He licked around his lips and was watching Adam's mouth move. Guess the game was about to start.
Hand cupping Tommy's face, Adam leaned in. He paused just shy of it, eyes flickering between his mouth and his eyes. He moaned again, softly, then closed the distance, kissing him softly at first, urging his mouth open to lick at his tongue.
Shit. The moment Adam's mouth touched his, no lie, his cock twitched and hardened. The fuck?! Tommy's eyes fluttered and then shut and then he heard the whimper, surprised it came out of his own mouth. He parted his lips and let Adam in, let him take over the kiss, feeling his tongue delve in his mouth, tasting him and chocolate and mint, too. Damn.
The sound seemed to unleash something in Adam, who quickly set aside the ice cream and looped an arm around Tommy's waist, urging him back against the sofa so that Adam could lean over him kissing more deeply into his mouth, his other hand still cupping his face. It might not have been a reaction Tommy got much. It was almost as if Adam had waited a very long time for this very moment.
This wasn't something that had been done to him, no. Usually Tommy's mouth was used for something other than kissing. Who wanted a filthy whore's mouth on them, right? Not a lot. But the way Adam was kissing him made him feel all weak and weird. It was like he was fucking melting in the heat of it .. and it felt awesome. He stuttered a breath in and then kissed back, a louder, more desperate sound rumbled out of his chest while his arms found their way around Adam's shoulders, pulling him down even more.
Somehow they ended up on the sofa, spread out, Adam's hips between Tommy's legs, a hand still on Tommy's face, his other hand wrapped around Tommy's leg, urging it up his hip. The kisses paused only long enough for gasped breaths, for whispered words like "God," "more," "yeah," as Adam's hand slipped up under Tommy's shirt, spanning over warm skin.
He was breathless and it was because of that kiss and not, well, what Tommy was used to. "Fuck!" His hips jerked upward while he grabbed on to Adam's sides to press him down harder over his body. Tommy hooked that leg around Adam's hip and yeah, he was upthrusting in a slow rocking motion. Damn. He hadn't felt like this - about wanting sex with someone in a long ass time.
When he pulled away again, Adam was flushed, breathless. "We ... need to go upstairs." To a bed. He got to his feet, only belatedly reaching for the cartons of ice cream, squeezed in one hand as he pulled Tommy with the other. The dessert was put back into the freezer, then they made their way up a long, wide curved staircase and down a hall to a bedroom dominated by a big, wide bed draped with a black silk comforter. Adam pulled him in, closing the door behind them. "I want to undress you. I want ... God, I want."
Tommy had to give himself a head shake. What the hell was going on? He'd had many tricks up the wazoo and none of them ever came to something like this. He, frankly, felt a little lost that all he could do was follow after Adam and then nod his head, the bravado on the streets and in the car seemingly gone.
It was Adam's words that seemed to snap him out of it. Tommy took a step forward and then he held Adam's wrists in his hands and he put them on his chest, sliding it himself to push that hoodie open. "Then take it off. Take it all off." To Tommy's surprise, his voice still sounded breathless and rough. "Do whatever you want."
There was another groan, seemingly pushed from low in Adam's chest. He pushed away the sweatshirt, pulling off the t-shirt under that. Those gone, he urged Tommy to sit, kneeling to take off his boots then work on the jeans and boxers under that, fingertips running over skin almost worshipfully as he leaned up to kiss him again, hand wrapped around the back of his neck to pull him closer.
When Tommy was completely naked and pressed to Adam he somehow felt vulnerable. He chalked that up to being in someone's actual house and not some motel off of San Fernando in a room that smelled of cheap whiskey and stale cigarette smoke. He tilted his head up and kissed Adam while his hands fisted the shirt Adam wore, holding on, holding himself up because Adam's kiss, for the second time that night, had made Tommy feel weak. His body rocked slowly side to side, feeling the rough material of Adam's clothes brushing against his skin making him grow hard between the legs, whimpering again as he opened up even more to the intense kiss.
Leaning down, Adam pushed Tommy to the bed, not breaking the kiss until the last possible minute. Then, he leaned up, on his knees and worked to pull off his clothes, revealing, even in the dim light, light skin littered with freckles. Shirt off first, then his slid back to his feet to take off the rest before climbing back onto the bed, moving to immediately kiss Tommy again as if hungry for his mouth, as if in those few seconds away, he'd been so lonely.
No one had ever kissed him the way Adam was kissing him. Tommy was growing more and more weak and pliant and willing. He feels Adam's skin warm against his, reaching out to touch, smooth his hands down the curve of Adam's back. The kiss deepened and it makes Tommy shudder, arching up his back curved and rising from the bed to press up against Adam's body. He could feel himself letting go and his mind was warring with his body, wanting him to be more coherent, more detached -- this was supposed to be just another fuck but Adam and his body was making that more and more difficult for his mind to believe.
It seemed to happen so easily. They seemed to move as if they knew each other; where to touch, how to touch and when. And when Adam finally pushed inside of Tommy, it was with something like relief, at least judging by the sounds he made. He pulled Tommy's leg up his body and bent down again, still kissing, still seeming to seek Tommy's mouth like it was air he needed to breathe. "Oh, God," he whispered. "You ... you feel so good."
Tommy was kind of foundering here. He wasn't used to this. He felt so lost. He was used to dropping down to his knees and sucking a cock. Used to going in a room and taking his clothes off, bending over something or getting on all fours. But this? This wasn't something done to him. As if Adam actually wanted him to feel this, too. Tommy bit his bottom lip and with hooded eyes he looked, no, stared at Adam's face. He was beautiful and Tommy tried to think of other things so that he wouldn't moan too loud like he actually enjoyed it, or say something like, "please," or, "god, yes" or, "more." Nothing that would tell Adam that he was feeling this ... and it felt so good.
If Tommy wasn't mistaken, Adam was really as into it as he seemed to be. If he wasn't kissing Tommy's mouth, he was licking along his neck, breathing hot moans there as his hips snapped forward, as he laced the fingers of one hand together, using those joined hands to grasp and stroke Tommy's cock, too. Adam dug his knees under him a little more, rolling Tommy up a little more, to go deeper, to push harder, to take, it seemed, as much as he could.
It was as if Adam was insistent on him giving in to this. The way he moved, the way he kissed. Tommy was already close, his whole body trembled and then he was coming gloriously with his cock wrapped around both their hands. His orgasm made him clench Adam deep inside, his hips stuttering in movement to meet the thrusts while he threw his head back and let out a loud moan, his gasps quivering as he struggled to breathe. It was too much. Fuck! Too much. Too good. Too unfamiliar.
Adam pushed in as far as he could, hips snapping when he felt the clench. As he started to come, he pressed his sweaty forehead to Tommy's neck and groaned out low as his hips stuttered forward and he was moving with the pleasure that seemed to shoot through him. It was only a moment, but felt like longer when he finally raised his head, giving Tommy a blurry, sated smile, before kissing him yet again.
Tommy was kissing back. He was kissing back and he was grabbing on to Adam like he didn't want him to go anywhere. Desire was something he didn't feel anymore. A fuck was a fuck, but this? Tommy had no words for what just happened -- what they just shared. He blinked rapidly, a hand coming up to brush the hair away from his face then wiping the sweat from his brow. He looked at Adam, his face stoic again, slipping that mask of indifference back on. "Good?" He asked, still breathless.
"God, yes." Eyes slipping away from that blank look, Adam pulled away to get rid of the condom, stretching up toward the ceiling before he turned back to the boy. "... all night, right?"
"All night, yeah." Fuck, his ass burned. Adam was huge and in a way he was kind of glad he was going to stay. Another trick would have been painful even if he knew that Adam wasn't quite done with him yet.
Tommy pushed himself to sit, turning to Adam, allowing himself to take a good long, lingering look at his naked form before he let his eyes wander around the room. "You got a bathroom here? I gotta clean this spunk off..."
"Through there." Adam gestured to a smoked glass door. "Would you like something to drink? Whatever you'd like to have; you can make yourself comfortable. There should be a robe on the back of the door if you want to put that on."
A robe at the back of the door? What the actual fuck? Like some fancy hotel or something? Tommy just looked over his shoulder at Adam, face expressionless and then walked inside the bathroom, closing the door.
It was huge! Shit. It was probably the size of Tommy's apartment. He turned the tap on and cleaned he jizz off his belly, splashing water in his still hot face, too, before wiping himself dry. As he turned around he saw the robe and with a smirk he unhooked it and put it up against his nose. It smelled clean ... And it smelled like Adam. It made Tommy shiver and then he put it on, checking his reflection in the mirror. Shit like this didn't happen to him. It was nice. The robe was so soft. But as he stared at himself he frowned. This wasn't his life. Get real, Ratliff.
He took the robe off again and then he took one last whiff of the scent before hooking it back up. Tommy went back on the room and back in bed with Adam. "I'm cool," he said, stretching out with the man beside him.
"You are cool." Leaning back against the headboard, still naked, Adam smiled at him, reaching out to card fingers through his hair. "You're prettier up close. And you're pretty when you've come." It's an observation, but it doesn't take a brain surgeon to see that there's more there. But what?
There he went using that word pretty again but this time, Tommy didn't frown. He was glad Adam thought so because if not then he wouldn't be here, right? What he couldn't stop was one corner of his mouth from lifting ever so slightly. He kinda liked hearing that you know? Mostly because of the way Adam said it -- like he meant it. Tommy then shrugged a shoulder and pretended that it didn't affect him one bit. "Dunno about coming... I don't think anyone looks good when they come." Except Adam. Tommy wasn't going to admit that.
"I disagree." A smile played over Adam's mouth too, his mind clearly elsewhere for a moment before he focused back on Tommy. "I'm going to kiss you again," he said, hand coming around his cheek and pulling him close. The kiss this time was slow, gentle, showing that Adam knew that they had time.
As it turned out, they didn't leave the bedroom again, though the sheets were messed beyond salvage by the time the sun came up. Only then did Adam guide Tommy back downstairs. He made eggs and bacon; it wasn't too difficult. Toast, too, wearing the robe that Tommy had rejected the night before. When he handed over the plate, he asked, quietly, "do you want me to call the cab?" Maybe there was something behind his eyes there. Or maybe not.
Tommy was only in his jeans, no shirt on, tattoos even more colorful in the morning light. He looked down at his plate and slowly he gave Adam a shoulder shrug. "Yeah ... This looks good. Aren't you eating?" He said, still not looking at the man. He instead picked up a fork and dug into the eggs, taking a mouthful so he didn't have to talk. He could have mentioned the money, he could have asked for payment already but Tommy felt out of his element here. He'd never been treated this way before.
There was a pause before Adam spoke again, bringing his own plate over and sliding into the chair. "... I don't have to leave again until tomorrow. I would ... I could pay you for another day. If you ... if you wanted to stay." He studied his plate, fork moving the eggs around, instead of looking at Tommy.
That made Tommy's head whip up and he met Adam's eyes. "What?" Was he serious? Another day? Not that it was a hard decision. It was easy money. He didn't have to stand around the street corner. He'd be fed and have beer and lay around on a soft and big bed with a bathroom bigger than his fucking place. Who wouldn't want that? "You're fucking on but you gotta pay me for last night now ... and tomorrow give me triple that ... no, four times that much." There was something in his eyes, if Adam would look closely. Maybe it was gratitude. But then Tommy blinked it away.
"That was the plan the first time, you know. You undersold yourself." With a smile, Adam got up, left the room, returning with some folded bills that he handed over, sliding them across the table for Tommy to take. It was, when he counted it, two thousand dollars. He sat again, then and started to eat, watching Tommy surreptitiously from the corner of his eye.
Tommy was quick to reach for the money. That was what all this was about, right? He counted it, his hands shaking just a little. Two grand. Adam gave him two fucking grand. He flicked his eyes toward Adam, making sure his long hair was draped over the side of his face as he took a peek at him. He didn't get it. Maybe he would never get it. So, without a word about the amount of cash he had, Tommy wadded up the bills and stuffed it into the front pocket of his jeans. "One more day." Those three words was him sealing the deal. "Whatever you want."
And even though his head was bowed, Adam smiled.
~~
By the time that Tommy was to leave, Adam was as well and with his travel bag over his shoulder, he offered Tommy a ride in the car service car so he could be dropped off after Adam was dropped at the airport. By this time, Tommy had seen the gold records on the wall, heard how often his cell phone went off, how he ignored it to touch or taste Tommy's skin. But when the doorbell rang, Adam looked over at him. "Are you coming, then?"
The longer part of Tommy's hair was still a bit damp from the shower they took together. He brushed it aside to look at Adam and nod his head. "Yeah. I'll go." He was tired, to be honest. But for the first time in, well, never, he had to admit it was a good tired. Adam knew to take care of him. It was -- different. Maybe he did milk it a bit but never would it be said that he did do anything and everything that Adam wanted. He made sure that he gave the man his money's worth. Because that money? That was a helluva lot more than Tommy was accustomed to having.
They go out the door and Tommy followed Adam to the car and he crawled in back in the same clothes he came in with his hoodie wrapped around his waist this time. This was it, you know? It had been awesome in more ways than just the money but Tommy doubted he'd see Adam again. He shouldn't care. He shouldn't. But then maybe he kinda did. Just a little.
For the first few minutes of the drive, Adam looked out the window, but then, as they got closer to the freeway and the airport, he turned to Tommy. There would be no exchange of numbers. It was a business transaction, nothing more. But his smile was soft. He reached out, running his thumb over Tommy's lower lip, then letting his hand rest on his thigh. "... I'll see you around," he finally said.
Tommy was looking out the other window, too. He could feel the thick rolled up cash in his pocket, full and heavy there. A constant reminder. He had no choice but to turn his head to look at Adam when he felt the touch and instantly he met his eyes and then his gaze dropped down to his lips. He swallowed. Hard. Tamping down the urge to feel Adam kiss him again. It was over and maybe deep inside Tommy only wanted a little something to remember Adam by. "Maybe you will," he said, his lower lip where Adam touched it felt like it was tingling, "maybe you wont." The smirk was back, as was the bravado; it made Adam smile, though the edges weren't quite as sharp as they could be.
At the airport, before the door could open, Adam put on a pair of sunglasses and gave Tommy a smile. That seemed like it was going to be it before he leaned in, mouth plush against Tommy's. "I'll see you," Adam whispered again and then he was gone, door closed against the glare of flashbulbs going off.
"Where to?" Tommy heard the driver ask.
Tommy kept looking at Adam until he could no longer see him, disappearing in the busy LAX crowd. He signed softly and then his finger traced around his lips, still feeling Adam's kiss before he gave his head a sharp shake. The fuck. That was it. Done. They were done.
He faced the driver. "Burbank," Tommy said, slouching down on the seat, the car pulling off the curb and headed back out into the street.
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