"Wish"
Just a little something I wrote today, thinking about Tommy Joe's upcoming birthday.
Title: Wish
Author: glambaby66
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary: Tommy celebrates his birthday
Disclaimer: I don't know any of these people. I wrote this just for fun; no disrespect is intended.
Warnings: Light angst
Wish
“Happy birthday, dear Tommy…
Happy birthday to you!”
Tommy Joe looked around at his friends and bandmates, their smiles illuminated by the light from the candles on his cake. He smiled back at them; his gaze landed on Adam, and he felt his face grow warm.
“Come on, Tommy!” Adam said. “Make a wish!”
Tommy made a face, but closed his eyes nonetheless and made his wish. Then, leaning forward (careful to move his fringe of blond hair out of the way), he blew out the candles.
The table erupted in applause and cheers. Tommy opened his eyes, deliberately not looking across at Adam, for fear that the dark-haired singer would somehow be able to read his mind.
Since joining Adam’s band, Tommy had become quite close with him; their friendship was something that Tommy had come to treasure. That was why he could never let Adam know that his feelings had changed, grown deeper. For despite is every assertion that he was 100% straight, Tommy Joe Ratliff found himself hopelessly in love with Adam Lambert.
He was pretty sure that Adam knew nothing about his feelings. On stage, Adam kissed Tommy, rubbed up against him, did dirty things to his bass guitar - but that was all for show. Just silly things to make the audience scream, and the fan girls write stories about them. It was only a fantasy.
But, lately, it had become more, for Tommy, anyway. And he had no idea how to handle it.
He cut his birthday cake and passed around the pieces; everyone sat around eating and laughing and throwing back copious amounts of alcohol. Tommy began to relax, forgetting about his wish as he talked and joked around with his friends.
It was early in the morning when the party finally broke up. Tommy stumbled his way out the door and toward the buses that were waiting in the parking lot. He was almost at the bus designated for the band, when he heard Adam’s voice behind him:
“Tommy, hold up!”
Groaning softly, Tommy turned slowly around. He’d gone almost the entire night without obsessing over Adam. But now, here was the man himself, a little drunk and disheveled but still incredibly gorgeous, standing in front of Tommy with a smile and glint in his eye. Tommy’s body reacted instantly: his heart beat faster, his face flushed red, and his dick twitched inside of his tight black jeans.
“I forgot to give you your birthday kiss.”
“Oh,” was all Tommy could say. He watched as Adam approached, not resisting when Adam grasped the back of his head and then captured Tommy’s mouth with his own.
The kiss was a little sloppy, considering that they were both drunk as hell, but for Tommy it was pure bliss. He shut off his brain and just went with it, even letting out a soft moan when Adam’s tongue slid wetly into his mouth. And then Adam’s arms were around him, pressing their bodies together, warm and hard and, oh, it felt so damn good…
And then it was over. Adam pulled away and backed up on unsteady feet. His smile this time was a tad wobbly, as well. “There,” he said. “Happy birthday.”
“Yeah,” Tommy said, when he could breathe again. “Thanks.” His head swam with alcohol and lust, and he hoped he wouldn’t do something stupid, like fall over on Adam and beg to be fucked senseless. He took a deep breath to steady himself, before saying, “Good night.”
“Good night, glitterbaby,” Adam replied.
Tommy watched him walk away, toward his own bus, and had a mad impulse to run after him, ask if he could spend the night on Adam’s bus. He wanted to sleep with Adam - just lie down beside him and fall asleep in his arms. Instead, he turned around and quietly climbed aboard the band’s bus. He found his way to the bathroom, where he managed to brush his teeth and wash his face without incident.
There was a soft knocking on the door. “You okay in there, Tommy?” Monte asked.
“Yeah, fine,” Tommy responded. He used the toilet and then headed to his bunk, avoiding the curious stares of his bandmates. He climbed into his bed, stripped off all of his clothes save his underwear, and crawled beneath the covers. He could hear some of the others talking softly and wondered if they were discussing him and Adam. Had any of them seen Adam kissing him?
Tommy threw his blankets over his head and shut his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from replaying Adam’s kiss, over and over, in his head. Even drunk, Adam was a great kisser. Groaning, Tommy rolled over onto his stomach. His body was in a state of the sweetest agony, but he no idea what the hell he was supposed to do about it.
I’ll worry about it tomorrow, he told himself. For tonight, he just wanted to fall asleep with the memory of Adam’s lips on his…and dream that one day soon, his secret wish would finally come true.
Title: Wish
Author: glambaby66
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary: Tommy celebrates his birthday
Disclaimer: I don't know any of these people. I wrote this just for fun; no disrespect is intended.
Warnings: Light angst
Wish
“Happy birthday, dear Tommy…
Happy birthday to you!”
Tommy Joe looked around at his friends and bandmates, their smiles illuminated by the light from the candles on his cake. He smiled back at them; his gaze landed on Adam, and he felt his face grow warm.
“Come on, Tommy!” Adam said. “Make a wish!”
Tommy made a face, but closed his eyes nonetheless and made his wish. Then, leaning forward (careful to move his fringe of blond hair out of the way), he blew out the candles.
The table erupted in applause and cheers. Tommy opened his eyes, deliberately not looking across at Adam, for fear that the dark-haired singer would somehow be able to read his mind.
Since joining Adam’s band, Tommy had become quite close with him; their friendship was something that Tommy had come to treasure. That was why he could never let Adam know that his feelings had changed, grown deeper. For despite is every assertion that he was 100% straight, Tommy Joe Ratliff found himself hopelessly in love with Adam Lambert.
He was pretty sure that Adam knew nothing about his feelings. On stage, Adam kissed Tommy, rubbed up against him, did dirty things to his bass guitar - but that was all for show. Just silly things to make the audience scream, and the fan girls write stories about them. It was only a fantasy.
But, lately, it had become more, for Tommy, anyway. And he had no idea how to handle it.
He cut his birthday cake and passed around the pieces; everyone sat around eating and laughing and throwing back copious amounts of alcohol. Tommy began to relax, forgetting about his wish as he talked and joked around with his friends.
It was early in the morning when the party finally broke up. Tommy stumbled his way out the door and toward the buses that were waiting in the parking lot. He was almost at the bus designated for the band, when he heard Adam’s voice behind him:
“Tommy, hold up!”
Groaning softly, Tommy turned slowly around. He’d gone almost the entire night without obsessing over Adam. But now, here was the man himself, a little drunk and disheveled but still incredibly gorgeous, standing in front of Tommy with a smile and glint in his eye. Tommy’s body reacted instantly: his heart beat faster, his face flushed red, and his dick twitched inside of his tight black jeans.
“I forgot to give you your birthday kiss.”
“Oh,” was all Tommy could say. He watched as Adam approached, not resisting when Adam grasped the back of his head and then captured Tommy’s mouth with his own.
The kiss was a little sloppy, considering that they were both drunk as hell, but for Tommy it was pure bliss. He shut off his brain and just went with it, even letting out a soft moan when Adam’s tongue slid wetly into his mouth. And then Adam’s arms were around him, pressing their bodies together, warm and hard and, oh, it felt so damn good…
And then it was over. Adam pulled away and backed up on unsteady feet. His smile this time was a tad wobbly, as well. “There,” he said. “Happy birthday.”
“Yeah,” Tommy said, when he could breathe again. “Thanks.” His head swam with alcohol and lust, and he hoped he wouldn’t do something stupid, like fall over on Adam and beg to be fucked senseless. He took a deep breath to steady himself, before saying, “Good night.”
“Good night, glitterbaby,” Adam replied.
Tommy watched him walk away, toward his own bus, and had a mad impulse to run after him, ask if he could spend the night on Adam’s bus. He wanted to sleep with Adam - just lie down beside him and fall asleep in his arms. Instead, he turned around and quietly climbed aboard the band’s bus. He found his way to the bathroom, where he managed to brush his teeth and wash his face without incident.
There was a soft knocking on the door. “You okay in there, Tommy?” Monte asked.
“Yeah, fine,” Tommy responded. He used the toilet and then headed to his bunk, avoiding the curious stares of his bandmates. He climbed into his bed, stripped off all of his clothes save his underwear, and crawled beneath the covers. He could hear some of the others talking softly and wondered if they were discussing him and Adam. Had any of them seen Adam kissing him?
Tommy threw his blankets over his head and shut his eyes. He couldn’t stop himself from replaying Adam’s kiss, over and over, in his head. Even drunk, Adam was a great kisser. Groaning, Tommy rolled over onto his stomach. His body was in a state of the sweetest agony, but he no idea what the hell he was supposed to do about it.
I’ll worry about it tomorrow, he told himself. For tonight, he just wanted to fall asleep with the memory of Adam’s lips on his…and dream that one day soon, his secret wish would finally come true.