DRABBLE MEME: BATCH 18
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Brad Bell - goldfrapp, make out, comfort - Utopia by Anon
Brad knows he looks he looks good, touching up the corners of eye with the dab of his finger. He's put on just his eyeliner, and a little bit of mascara. This was as au naturale as Brad could do. Deciding not to shave his stubble for the occasion, he took one finale look at himself in the full length mirror. He wasn't the narcissistic type, but he had to admit, he'd do himself in a heartbeat. He was wearing a loose angora sweater, that showed off his neck with it's revealing form from shoulder to shoulder ; and the little rips held together with black laces were giving it a nice semi- see through vibe. His black tight scandalpants worked with him on any occasion, and he had always loved his worn out doc martens. Okay who was he kidding, he would probably drown in the water trying to make out with his reflection. So what if he was a bit narcissistic, it was better than not loving himself.
Content with the outcome of his efforts, he rolled back a martini he had made to take off the nerve, Brad locked the door after himself and was on his way to meet one Adam fucking Lambert for a Goldfrapp concert. He wasn't exactly nervous, he was excited in a way that you couldn't just call it excitement. It had almost been half a year since he last saw Adam, and it was nothing like this, just a small get together between family and close friends, giving him the proper goodbye for the international leg of his tour. Brad smiled as he remembered how, at the time, he ~really wanted to give Adam the proper goodbye, but they weren't teenagers anymore, and blowing Adam at his parents' house wasn't a possibility. Brad sighed thinking memories, memories, and before he realized how far down the lane he went, his cab was already at the venue.
"Keep the change" he said as he scurried out of the cab, and holy mother of, the entrance was packed. Adam told him he'd meet him at the VIP balcony, and Brad had teased him with rockstar diva jokes, but he realized Adam was right being cautious. Hell, for all Brad saw, he was even being under cautious. He walked by a group of girls, and he could have sworn he heard one of them say Adam Lambert and here in the same sentence. Flashing his VIP card to the security, leaving the noisy crowd behind he went for the stairs. Once he made it to the balcony, it wasn't hard spotting Adam. He was wearing a long black blazer, leather collar reaching down. Brad recognized the t-shirt, it was one of many birthday presents that he'd given to him, and frankly Brad was more surprised by the fact that he still kept it, rather than he could fit in it. His black jeans were complimenting his long legs and muscular thighs, visible even through the layers of- Ooohkay, focus ! Brad had to keep it in his pants, or else this would be even more awkward then it is, with him gawking.
Putting on his best poker face, he grazed towards Adam, who was equally struck, Brad noted with glee, and he hugged Adam, hoping maybe the moment would last forever. Taking in the scent, the musk, the everything. It was almost painful to let go.
"So, how does it feel to be back home Mr. Big Rockstar ?" It was as always, Brad who started the conversation.
Adam laughed his heart warming, inside melting laugh.
"Feels damn fine, baby, feels damn fine."
As they moved towards their seats, which had an amazing view of the stage, Brad was already in squee mode on the inside. It wasn't that he looked genuinely happy to see him, or that he called him baby, or the fact that they were at a Goldfrapp concert, had reserved balcony. It was the happy feeling that he got whenever he was with Adam. He remembered being this happy when they had nothing at all, when they were simply making out at a drag bar, or getting high in Adam's old room, watching Velvet Goldmine together. Adam made him happy, period. Whether or not they were lovers, friends, or whatever they were now at this point in story.
Brad realized Adam was actually talking when he snapped out of his inner mind monologue, and he had absolutely no idea what he was going on about. Apparently, so did Adam.
"You're not hearing a word I say are you. What's going on in there ?" He asked pointing to Brad's head.
"I..nothing. I'm just happy that you're back home, and got us these AMAZING seats, seriously, Adam, what did you do ?"
Steering the conversion from dangerous territory had always been a talent of his. He wasn't about to go needy teenager on Adam, not right now, anyway. Laughter. Again. Melt. Inside. FOCUS.
"It comes with the whole package darlin’."
And the lights were off. They kept chatting through the shitty opening act, catching up as much as they could, but mostly just laughing. It felt so good, Brad almost didn't want the concert to start. However he changed his mind upon hearing the first notes of Utopia. Seeing Goldfrapp with Adam was indeed a weird experience, in a positive manner. Memories were gutted inside his throat, mixed with emotions he didn't even know he had inside. Suddenly he felt the presence of Adam's hand on his lap, the so much bigger than his, warm, gripping hand.
"Remember ?" Adam said not taking his eyes off the stage.
Brad was half speechless, staring at Adam. Before he could take control of his actions, he found his own hand on top of Adam's, grinding it up his leg and onto his hardening cock. He believed his half erection would suffice for a proper answer. Adam had taken his gaze off the stage now, and had his eyes locked at their hands, and Brad's crotch. Smiling, he bent forward, and Brad was stealing small kisses from his lips. Small kisses grew into more with Adam's tongue finding its way up to top of his mouth, as his other hand found its way to the back of his head, pulling him in closer. A moan escaped Brad's lips as Adam started pressing his hand down onto his, leading his cock on, making it twitch under the thin fabric. Adam moved his hand off, resulting in a small protest, only to be replaced by a higher moan of gratitude, when he slid it down under his pants grinding his hand against his dick, stroking and squeezing. Brad was lost in ecstasy, nipping at Adam's lower lip, hands running across chest, locating Adam's nipple ring, and he realized he had hit the jackpot with Adam's increasing moans and groans. Pressing and rubbing down hard on his nipples, he felt Adam shiver in pleasure, under his hands...
The both looked like fucking messes when the lights came back on. Ruffled hair, smeared make up, and Brad had ruined his scandalpants completely by the looks of it. He also knew that he wouldn't change any of it, not for the world.
"So" Adam said, voice kind of hoarse. Even that was a damn turn on for Brad.
"You wanna go to some place where we could talk about the concert ?"
Brad was already smiling.
"Well, do you have reserved seats there ?"
Now Adam was laughing too.
"Baby, I've got the world on reserve right now."
Brad Bell - goldfrapp, make out, comfort - Utopia by Anon
Brad knows he looks he looks good, touching up the corners of eye with the dab of his finger. He's put on just his eyeliner, and a little bit of mascara. This was as au naturale as Brad could do. Deciding not to shave his stubble for the occasion, he took one finale look at himself in the full length mirror. He wasn't the narcissistic type, but he had to admit, he'd do himself in a heartbeat. He was wearing a loose angora sweater, that showed off his neck with it's revealing form from shoulder to shoulder ; and the little rips held together with black laces were giving it a nice semi- see through vibe. His black tight scandalpants worked with him on any occasion, and he had always loved his worn out doc martens. Okay who was he kidding, he would probably drown in the water trying to make out with his reflection. So what if he was a bit narcissistic, it was better than not loving himself.
Content with the outcome of his efforts, he rolled back a martini he had made to take off the nerve, Brad locked the door after himself and was on his way to meet one Adam fucking Lambert for a Goldfrapp concert. He wasn't exactly nervous, he was excited in a way that you couldn't just call it excitement. It had almost been half a year since he last saw Adam, and it was nothing like this, just a small get together between family and close friends, giving him the proper goodbye for the international leg of his tour. Brad smiled as he remembered how, at the time, he ~really wanted to give Adam the proper goodbye, but they weren't teenagers anymore, and blowing Adam at his parents' house wasn't a possibility. Brad sighed thinking memories, memories, and before he realized how far down the lane he went, his cab was already at the venue.
"Keep the change" he said as he scurried out of the cab, and holy mother of, the entrance was packed. Adam told him he'd meet him at the VIP balcony, and Brad had teased him with rockstar diva jokes, but he realized Adam was right being cautious. Hell, for all Brad saw, he was even being under cautious. He walked by a group of girls, and he could have sworn he heard one of them say Adam Lambert and here in the same sentence. Flashing his VIP card to the security, leaving the noisy crowd behind he went for the stairs. Once he made it to the balcony, it wasn't hard spotting Adam. He was wearing a long black blazer, leather collar reaching down. Brad recognized the t-shirt, it was one of many birthday presents that he'd given to him, and frankly Brad was more surprised by the fact that he still kept it, rather than he could fit in it. His black jeans were complimenting his long legs and muscular thighs, visible even through the layers of- Ooohkay, focus ! Brad had to keep it in his pants, or else this would be even more awkward then it is, with him gawking.
Putting on his best poker face, he grazed towards Adam, who was equally struck, Brad noted with glee, and he hugged Adam, hoping maybe the moment would last forever. Taking in the scent, the musk, the everything. It was almost painful to let go.
"So, how does it feel to be back home Mr. Big Rockstar ?" It was as always, Brad who started the conversation.
Adam laughed his heart warming, inside melting laugh.
"Feels damn fine, baby, feels damn fine."
As they moved towards their seats, which had an amazing view of the stage, Brad was already in squee mode on the inside. It wasn't that he looked genuinely happy to see him, or that he called him baby, or the fact that they were at a Goldfrapp concert, had reserved balcony. It was the happy feeling that he got whenever he was with Adam. He remembered being this happy when they had nothing at all, when they were simply making out at a drag bar, or getting high in Adam's old room, watching Velvet Goldmine together. Adam made him happy, period. Whether or not they were lovers, friends, or whatever they were now at this point in story.
Brad realized Adam was actually talking when he snapped out of his inner mind monologue, and he had absolutely no idea what he was going on about. Apparently, so did Adam.
"You're not hearing a word I say are you. What's going on in there ?" He asked pointing to Brad's head.
"I..nothing. I'm just happy that you're back home, and got us these AMAZING seats, seriously, Adam, what did you do ?"
Steering the conversion from dangerous territory had always been a talent of his. He wasn't about to go needy teenager on Adam, not right now, anyway. Laughter. Again. Melt. Inside. FOCUS.
"It comes with the whole package darlin’."
And the lights were off. They kept chatting through the shitty opening act, catching up as much as they could, but mostly just laughing. It felt so good, Brad almost didn't want the concert to start. However he changed his mind upon hearing the first notes of Utopia. Seeing Goldfrapp with Adam was indeed a weird experience, in a positive manner. Memories were gutted inside his throat, mixed with emotions he didn't even know he had inside. Suddenly he felt the presence of Adam's hand on his lap, the so much bigger than his, warm, gripping hand.
"Remember ?" Adam said not taking his eyes off the stage.
Brad was half speechless, staring at Adam. Before he could take control of his actions, he found his own hand on top of Adam's, grinding it up his leg and onto his hardening cock. He believed his half erection would suffice for a proper answer. Adam had taken his gaze off the stage now, and had his eyes locked at their hands, and Brad's crotch. Smiling, he bent forward, and Brad was stealing small kisses from his lips. Small kisses grew into more with Adam's tongue finding its way up to top of his mouth, as his other hand found its way to the back of his head, pulling him in closer. A moan escaped Brad's lips as Adam started pressing his hand down onto his, leading his cock on, making it twitch under the thin fabric. Adam moved his hand off, resulting in a small protest, only to be replaced by a higher moan of gratitude, when he slid it down under his pants grinding his hand against his dick, stroking and squeezing. Brad was lost in ecstasy, nipping at Adam's lower lip, hands running across chest, locating Adam's nipple ring, and he realized he had hit the jackpot with Adam's increasing moans and groans. Pressing and rubbing down hard on his nipples, he felt Adam shiver in pleasure, under his hands...
The both looked like fucking messes when the lights came back on. Ruffled hair, smeared make up, and Brad had ruined his scandalpants completely by the looks of it. He also knew that he wouldn't change any of it, not for the world.
"So" Adam said, voice kind of hoarse. Even that was a damn turn on for Brad.
"You wanna go to some place where we could talk about the concert ?"
Brad was already smiling.
"Well, do you have reserved seats there ?"
Now Adam was laughing too.
"Baby, I've got the world on reserve right now."