Drabble Meme: Batch 1
Anoop Desai- Playful, hungry, hair-grabbing by i_amthecosmos
If there was one thing Adam didn't need right now, it was complicated. His career had gone from nothing to stratospheric in a year, he was doing publicity, about to start a tour. He didn't have time for a real boyfriend, he couldn't.
So meeting up with Anoop was always a real treat-he immediately relaxed, and they settled into a playful teasing mood for the first hour or so.
After that, things tended to get a little more involved-never rough, just hungry, as Anoop would kiss down his body until he had his mouth on Adam's cock. Adam would pull at Anoop's hair and he could feel Anoop grin around him as he closed his eyes and let a good friend take care of him.
It would be cruel to ruin something so perfect with a relationship.
Rob Halford* - heavy metal, leather, performance by Anon
The rhythm pounded in the back of his head, curling round the based of his skull - hard and driving refusing to let go and giving you no choice in the matter. It was music you felt from the floor up and really not his thing in all honesty - Rock and Queen yes, Metal and Priest no.
But that hadn't stopped him from following the blogs, or from tolling fan sites for the latest pictures. Nor from hunting down rare vinyl or the odd bootleg or three. And neither had it stopped him from attending a couple of gigs standing back stage, watching from the wings. The only place that they'd let a 'name' be or so they said; though the smirk on Rob Halford's lips might just have said something completely different.
All from a simple hug on a red carpet.
A hug that had led to what some might class as obsession, but an obsession that had led to this. Led to him bound and displayed his back arching into Rob's touch, cock hard and leaking. Led to the soft sigh that escaped his lips in near benediction as Rob's leather clad fist closed round him bowing his back even more if that was at all possible.
Rob playing him perfectly drawing the performance that he wanted from him. Soft words that guided him and encouraged him - leading and helping him to find that place where, in this moment, there was only them and only Rob.
James Marsters - kissing, seduction, rain by Anon
Soft rain had their clothes clinging to them, hiding nothing of their want and need as they pressed together, slotting against each other with surprising ease.
James wasn't his usual type, there was no androgyny here. It was all strength, hard lines and a fight for dominance. But the kisses were soft and the touches gentle, a seduction that seduced them equally.
This wasn't about a game that had to be won nor was it about proving there was always an exception to the rule. It was simply about the two of them, two people who wanted to be together.
Misha Collins - scruff, burn, blue by Anon
The sky was streaked with pink from the setting sun, edged with black from the rising moon. The lick of orange and yellow from the flames of a lone fire the only light they needed, the only cloth that hid them from prying eyes as he rode the man below him, all blue eyes and messy hair.
Messy from his fingers, messy with sweat and from the need that he knew was burning through them both. As he watched blue became grey and hips beneath him stuttered as Adam came. The hand round his cock painting white on freckled skin.
Brian Kinney (Queer as Folk)* - competition, twinks, reward by fasciculations
"How about that one?" Adam pointed with the bottle he was holding, then lifted it to his lips for a drink.
"The blond?" Brian replied, almost needing to shout to be heard over the thumping beat. He leaned on the railing, looking over the sea of moving humanity, almost exclusively male, and shook his head. "He's mine."
"Really." Adam took his gaze from the dance floor and turned to his handsome, brown haired companion.
"Yes, really," Brian replied. "His name's Justin, and he lives with me. We could share him if you like."
Adam laughed, high and delighted. "He's adorable. I may have to take you up on that." Then he looked toward the bar and pointed again. "What about him? The one with black hair in the blue shirt."
Brian smiled. "That's Mikey. He's into monogamy, and he's got a boyfriend."
"It's hardly a competition if you know everybody here," Adam complained, watching the dancing lights play over the crowd.
"All right, I'll pick," Brian said. "Since you like twinks…him." He pointed to a shirtless boy dancing alone in the crowd. Without waiting for Adam, he headed down the stairs to the dance floor.
He stopped face to face with the boy, looked down into his surprised eyes, rested his hands on his shoulders. "Hi, I'm Brian."
"I know, I-" the boy stammered, but then Adam was behind him, grabbing him by the hips and grinding his half-hard dick against the boy's ass. The boy gasped, looked up over his shoulder into ice-blue eyes and a wide smile. "Oh, my God," he breathed, looking from Adam Lambert at his back to Brian Kinney in front. "I've died and gone to heaven."
"Looks like we both win," Adam said, smiling at Brian over the boy's shoulder, and leaned in for a kiss.
Longineu Parsons* - raw, dark, hungry by Anon
LP doesn't really know why Adam lets him do this, why he sometimes folds so easily under the touch of LP's hands, his mouth soft and pliant when LP kisses him. They're not in a relationship, at least not in any traditional sense, and LP has a girlfriend and Adam has all those pretty boys throwing themselves at his feet.
Still, when the stage light is gone and they're supposed to be asleep in their hotel beds, Adam will sneak into LP's room, bare feet barely audible as he walks across the floor towards LP's bed in the darkness. He'll lie down next to LP on the bed, not touching, never presuming, just breathing a little too evenly, not saying a word.
The first time it had happened LP had tried to talk, asked what was wrong, but Adam hadn't answered and when LP had turned on the bedside lamp he had stared into Adam's eyes and been met with some sort of desperation, hunger, pupils wide even in the sudden harshness of the light. He did not know what made him kiss Adam then, but Adam had responded immediately, parting his lips, closing his eyes and pressing the entire length of his body against LP's.
Adam lets him do anything he wants, his body easily manipulated, and he always responds with that hunger, that desperation, as if he's always longing for touch, for someone who can take him apart without hurting him.
LP doesn't believe he's special, doesn't understand why someone like Adam would come to him, but at the same time, he is the best option, the safe option, someone who has nothing to gain.
Adam doesn't come every night, there's no schedule to his visits and this night LP does not think he'll come, he'd been insane on stage, hitting notes that were out of this world even for him, dancing even more obscenely than usual, the audience turning crazy, frantic and when it was all over he had barely looked at LP and the rest of the band, just said he was going to this club, don't wait up guys.
That was hours ago now, and LP is in bed, but he can't fall asleep, somehow stupidly worried about Adam, even though he knows that a club is certainly not a dangerous place for Adam, but the glint in his eyes on stage, and afterwards had been a bit crazy, wilder than usual.
He's not expecting to hear the door open when he does but he instantly knows that it is Adam anyway, maybe he recognizes the way he breaths now, and he hears Adam close the door behind him, watches as he walks towards the bed, but he doesn't get up, doesn't say anything because that is not how this works. Adam sheds his clothes efficiently, and then he gets underneath the covers and LP expects him to wait for LP to reach for him as he always does but instead he crawls on top of LP, licking at his throat, his hands everywhere, softly caressing LP's skin. Adam smells of sweat, of himself, but he also smells like other men, like sex, as if he was fucking someone in the back room of a club and then crawled directly into LP's bed. The thought makes LP unreasonably angry, something like jealousy clenching his hands into fists, and that's not what he's supposed to feel, he has always known Adam is not his.
But when Adam leans up to kiss him, softly, as if this is something more, something fragile and important, he reacts without thinking, or maybe he just does what he wanted to do when Adam came into his room. He bites at Adam's bottom lip, making him yelp, and flips them over, pressing Adam down into the bed, catching his wrist and pressing them down above Adam's head. Adam's eyes are wide open and staring at LP, the almost darkness of the room making it impossible to make out his expression. LP can't find it in himself to care and Adam does not protest when LP kisses him harshly, tasting raw and bloody lips, feeling almost sorry that he bit that hard, but not sorry enough to stop. Adam kisses him back, tries to free his hands from LP's grip but LP won't let him, and he's stronger, strong enough to keep Adam from moving much at all. And then, as if he never resisted at all, Adam yields underneath him, his body suddenly soft and pliant, his legs spreading for LP, his arms relaxing underneath LP's hands, as if this what was he wanted from the very beginning.
LP is rougher than he should be, biting at Adam's nipples, bruising Adam's wrists, his hips, with the too firm grip of his hands, but he feels the need to mark Adam tonight, to leave some sort of trace to prove that this isn't a dream. When he pushes two lube slicked fingers into Adam, Adam's breath hitches but he says nothing, just spreads his legs more, folding himself in half, letting LP fuck him with his fingers, too fast, not fast enough. Adam's cock is hard and leaking against his stomach but LP doesn't touch, just continues fucking Adam with his fingers, adding another one, pushing as deep as he can, he doesn't know what he wants but there's some kind of fury in his actions, some kind of violence that was never there before.
LP feels like he could come from this, the sight of Adam underneath him, but he's not stopping here, he wants to feel as much as possible and when he pushes his cock inside Adam's hole he does it quick and hard, pulls out and in again quickly, not starting out slow and teasing the way he usually does. As he fucks Adam deeper, harder with each thrust he meets Adam's eyes, and somehow the gaze that meets him is innocent, guileless even as Adam's body writhes underneath him, meets his thrusts and finally shivers violently as he comes. LP comes soon afterwards still staring into Adam's eyes, the kind of thing that should be romantic, but that's not what this is, not at all.
Adam's body feels soft and relaxed as he pulls out and as he wipes them off he realizes that Adam is asleep, that he's not leaving like he always do. LP's not tired, he's wide awake, Adam's heavy breathing and warm body next to him can't relax him.
He sits up, turns on the bedside lamp and it doesn't wake Adam up. The bruises and marks he just left on Adam's body is so harsh against the paleness of his skin, but Adam looks content in sleep, half smiling. LP thinks he just gave Adam exactly what he came for, without even knowing it. But as he lets his gaze linger he knows he wants more, he wants every part of Adam, wants to be the only one to touch, the only one to know him, and he doesn't really know Adam at all, just those tiny pieces of him, the parts Adam gives willingly. He turns off the light, pulls Adam close, feels their bodies fitting so perfectly together, and decides that he'll take what he can, his hand resting over a fresh bruise on Adam's hip.