Prompt #008: Texting/Tweeting
Title: Wet Spot
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): 300
Warning(s): Schmoop
Author's notes: Back on the tour bus with Fire the kitten.
There had been a small mixup at tonight’s concert, so before bedtime, Monte is reviewing the song cues with the band.
In the middle of which Tommy’s phone buzzes and they all look at him and he looks at it.
Adam’s text reads: theres something gross on my bed
I didnt do it Tommy replies immediately.
srsly gross
NOT ME! Tommy clicks in forcefully.
looks like a wet hair wad
Uh oh. Tommy turns to the band. They’re waiting expectantly. No one really wants to review cues; this is more interesting. “I need to switch buses at the next stop.”
* * *
Half an hour later he climbs onto the dancers’ bus to find Adam sitting cross-legged on the bed, in his p.j.’s, a sleepy kitten cradled against his chest.
It’s way cute except for the glare Adam is aiming at the foot of the bedspread.
“What in fuck is it?”
Tommy’s been in Monte’s house a few times so he I.D.’s it right away. “Hairball,” he says mildly, going off to the bathroom for some toilet paper.
A brief flush later and the evidence is gone, but Adam is still shuddering slightly.
“People keep these beasts around their houses?” he asks.
* * *
It’s not easy getting the covers out from under Adam’s legs, especially with Adam glaring the whole time, but Tommy manages it.
“I can’t sleep with a hairball!”
“It’s gone,” Tommy says, peeling off his jeans and crawling under the covers.
“But I know there’s a wet spot,” Adam argues, nonetheless scrunching down lower and letting Tommy arrange the covers around him and Fire.
Tommy snickers, tucks his head against Adam’s chest, right where he can rub noses with Fire.
“Goddammit,” Adam sighs, “I’m so smitten.”
“Same here,” says Tommy.
“I mean with you,” Adam corrects.
“Yeah. Same.”
Fire mews.
Pairing/Characters: Adam/Tommy
Rating (Word Count): 300
Warning(s): Schmoop
Author's notes: Back on the tour bus with Fire the kitten.
There had been a small mixup at tonight’s concert, so before bedtime, Monte is reviewing the song cues with the band.
In the middle of which Tommy’s phone buzzes and they all look at him and he looks at it.
Adam’s text reads: theres something gross on my bed
I didnt do it Tommy replies immediately.
srsly gross
NOT ME! Tommy clicks in forcefully.
looks like a wet hair wad
Uh oh. Tommy turns to the band. They’re waiting expectantly. No one really wants to review cues; this is more interesting. “I need to switch buses at the next stop.”
* * *
Half an hour later he climbs onto the dancers’ bus to find Adam sitting cross-legged on the bed, in his p.j.’s, a sleepy kitten cradled against his chest.
It’s way cute except for the glare Adam is aiming at the foot of the bedspread.
“What in fuck is it?”
Tommy’s been in Monte’s house a few times so he I.D.’s it right away. “Hairball,” he says mildly, going off to the bathroom for some toilet paper.
A brief flush later and the evidence is gone, but Adam is still shuddering slightly.
“People keep these beasts around their houses?” he asks.
* * *
It’s not easy getting the covers out from under Adam’s legs, especially with Adam glaring the whole time, but Tommy manages it.
“I can’t sleep with a hairball!”
“It’s gone,” Tommy says, peeling off his jeans and crawling under the covers.
“But I know there’s a wet spot,” Adam argues, nonetheless scrunching down lower and letting Tommy arrange the covers around him and Fire.
Tommy snickers, tucks his head against Adam’s chest, right where he can rub noses with Fire.
“Goddammit,” Adam sighs, “I’m so smitten.”
“Same here,” says Tommy.
“I mean with you,” Adam corrects.
“Yeah. Same.”
Fire mews.