Don't Share
Title: Don't Share
Author: heyglitterbaby
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count: ~1000
Summary: Tommy drags Adam to a cemetery after hours.
A/N: The following story is based on an actual event that happened to me and my friend Julia. (juliaxxrawr ) The cemetery exists, the statue exists, the rumors however, are fake.
“Are you sure about this?” Adam asked hesitantly.
“Don’t be such a wimp, Babyboy. I used to sneak into cemeteries all the time as a teenager.”
“… For what?” Tommy raised his eyebrows suggestively, and Adam shuddered, but not from the chill in the air. He pushed the smaller man up against a nearby tree and kissed him hotly, twisting his painted fingers into the soft blonde hair until he won a moan from Tommy’s lips.
“What was that for?”
“Are you complaining?”
“Of course not, I might just want you to do it again.” Tommy said, rocking up onto his tiptoes to be nose to nose with Adam, staring into his blue eyes intensely before pecking him on the lips. “But really, why?”
“In case something goes wrong!” Tommy pushed Adam away with a laugh.
“Nothing will! Oh look, we don’t even have to sneak in, the gate’s still open!”
Adam’s eyes wandered between the open gate and the sign that said ‘Gates close at 8:30.’ He checked his cell phone - 9:00.
“Take that as a good sign.”
“Why are we even here?”
“To find the bride!”
“The… bride?” Adam asked, obviously confused.
“Yeah, her name was Grace Galloway. She died on her wedding night, got in a car crash on the way back, I guess. They buried her in her wedding dress, and her tombstone is a sculpture of her in that same dress. Legend has it that on dark and foggy nights she roams the graveyard, looking for her lost love…”
Adam looked around; it was dark and foggy. Great.
“Oh, creepy!” Tommy yelled, running over to a run-down mausoleum.
“Why do you ENJOY creepy things?” Adam sighed, and stayed right where he was.
Tommy turned, and laughed when he saw Adam right in the spot he had left him.
“Come on, Babyboy, let’s go find Grace!” He slid his calloused fingers between Adam’s larger ones and smiled up at him. “It’ll be fine.” Adam squeezed Tommy’s hand and tried to smile back as Tommy dragged him deeper into the cemetery. They walked along reading headstones and examining statues until they came to a fork in the road.
“Grace is in the middle.” Tommy stated, and started forwards.
“Uh, I think we should stay on the path…”
“If we go the direct route we’ll find her faster, and then we can leave faster!” Adam considered this reasoning.
“Fine.”
Not even five minutes after they started off the path Adam stopped again. “What was that? I just saw something MOVE, Tommy…” He pulled out his iPhone, attempting to use the light to find it. “THERE!” He shrieked, as the creature ran across their path. Even Tommy jumped back a little before attempting to quiet Adam.
“It’s a raccoon, calm down!” Tommy pressed his hand to Adam’s mouth, trying to muffle the scream. “Do you want the GUARDS to find us?!” Tommy removed his hand, and the restrained scream transformed into a string of worried sentences.
“Tommy, I didn’t even think about the guards! I don’t want to go to jail! What if they close the gates while we’re in here? What if we have to sleep in here! We’re gonna die! You won’t ever eat tacos again! My fans, mff-”
Tommy pressed a kiss to Adam’s lips, stopping the spill of words pouring from Adam’s mouth as he gave into the kiss.
“It’s alright,” Tommy kissed him again, “you’ll be fine.”
“Don’t quote my songs to me, that’s tacky!” Adam smiled and hugged his bassist to his chest, petting his hair, then said (with new-found confidence) “Let’s go!”
The two plunged deeper into the cemetery and found another path, which Adam was grateful for. Tommy began to walk a little ahead of Adam, which worried him.
“Okay, I said I’d do this, but you can’t leave me all by myself here…” Adam ran a bit to close the space between them and slung an around him.
“Adam, not that I object to this,” he nuzzled Adam’s shoulder to prove his point, “but nothing’s going to hurt you. I won’t let it. I’ll personally take care of anything that comes after you, be it raccoon or ghost.”
The minute Tommy finished that sentence a loud scream sounded ahead of them. Adam jumped and Tommy’s eyes widened in fear. The two looked at each other for a split second before Tommy yelled “Time to go!” and they sprinted back in the direction they came from, disregarding paths altogether.
After a while, Adam realized that Tommy was no longer next to him. He looked back.
“Tommy!?” A little blonde head emerged from behind a hill.
“Do you have any idea,” he gasped, “how hard it is to run in these shoes?!” Adam looked down at Tommy’s ridiculous creepers, and without second thought scooped him up and ran like the devil himself was right behind him.
“Left!” Tommy called out.
“No, I think we came this way!” Adam turned left after a brief stare down with the smaller man.
“See, there’s the gate!”
“It’s closed!” Adam wailed, nearly dropping Tommy. “I knew this would happen! We’re never going to get out of here, Grace and her friends are going to kill us! This is worse than the crazy stalker fans!” Tommy was silent for a minute, then:
“Wait! This isn’t the gate we came in, there’s no mausoleum here! You were right, go right!” He didn’t have to tell Adam twice, and soon they were in front of the correct, thankfully open, gate. Once outside, Adam hugged Tommy tightly before setting him down.
“I bet Grace was just jealous.” Adam said, after they had calmed down.
“Jealous?”
“Yeah. ‘Cause I have you and she’s lonely.”
“Well don’t share!”
“I wasn’t planning on it, Glitterbaby.” And with that, he kissed his bassist sweetly on the nose.
“Let’s go home.”
Author: heyglitterbaby
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Word count: ~1000
Summary: Tommy drags Adam to a cemetery after hours.
A/N: The following story is based on an actual event that happened to me and my friend Julia. (juliaxxrawr ) The cemetery exists, the statue exists, the rumors however, are fake.
“Are you sure about this?” Adam asked hesitantly.
“Don’t be such a wimp, Babyboy. I used to sneak into cemeteries all the time as a teenager.”
“… For what?” Tommy raised his eyebrows suggestively, and Adam shuddered, but not from the chill in the air. He pushed the smaller man up against a nearby tree and kissed him hotly, twisting his painted fingers into the soft blonde hair until he won a moan from Tommy’s lips.
“What was that for?”
“Are you complaining?”
“Of course not, I might just want you to do it again.” Tommy said, rocking up onto his tiptoes to be nose to nose with Adam, staring into his blue eyes intensely before pecking him on the lips. “But really, why?”
“In case something goes wrong!” Tommy pushed Adam away with a laugh.
“Nothing will! Oh look, we don’t even have to sneak in, the gate’s still open!”
Adam’s eyes wandered between the open gate and the sign that said ‘Gates close at 8:30.’ He checked his cell phone - 9:00.
“Take that as a good sign.”
“Why are we even here?”
“To find the bride!”
“The… bride?” Adam asked, obviously confused.
“Yeah, her name was Grace Galloway. She died on her wedding night, got in a car crash on the way back, I guess. They buried her in her wedding dress, and her tombstone is a sculpture of her in that same dress. Legend has it that on dark and foggy nights she roams the graveyard, looking for her lost love…”
Adam looked around; it was dark and foggy. Great.
“Oh, creepy!” Tommy yelled, running over to a run-down mausoleum.
“Why do you ENJOY creepy things?” Adam sighed, and stayed right where he was.
Tommy turned, and laughed when he saw Adam right in the spot he had left him.
“Come on, Babyboy, let’s go find Grace!” He slid his calloused fingers between Adam’s larger ones and smiled up at him. “It’ll be fine.” Adam squeezed Tommy’s hand and tried to smile back as Tommy dragged him deeper into the cemetery. They walked along reading headstones and examining statues until they came to a fork in the road.
“Grace is in the middle.” Tommy stated, and started forwards.
“Uh, I think we should stay on the path…”
“If we go the direct route we’ll find her faster, and then we can leave faster!” Adam considered this reasoning.
“Fine.”
Not even five minutes after they started off the path Adam stopped again. “What was that? I just saw something MOVE, Tommy…” He pulled out his iPhone, attempting to use the light to find it. “THERE!” He shrieked, as the creature ran across their path. Even Tommy jumped back a little before attempting to quiet Adam.
“It’s a raccoon, calm down!” Tommy pressed his hand to Adam’s mouth, trying to muffle the scream. “Do you want the GUARDS to find us?!” Tommy removed his hand, and the restrained scream transformed into a string of worried sentences.
“Tommy, I didn’t even think about the guards! I don’t want to go to jail! What if they close the gates while we’re in here? What if we have to sleep in here! We’re gonna die! You won’t ever eat tacos again! My fans, mff-”
Tommy pressed a kiss to Adam’s lips, stopping the spill of words pouring from Adam’s mouth as he gave into the kiss.
“It’s alright,” Tommy kissed him again, “you’ll be fine.”
“Don’t quote my songs to me, that’s tacky!” Adam smiled and hugged his bassist to his chest, petting his hair, then said (with new-found confidence) “Let’s go!”
The two plunged deeper into the cemetery and found another path, which Adam was grateful for. Tommy began to walk a little ahead of Adam, which worried him.
“Okay, I said I’d do this, but you can’t leave me all by myself here…” Adam ran a bit to close the space between them and slung an around him.
“Adam, not that I object to this,” he nuzzled Adam’s shoulder to prove his point, “but nothing’s going to hurt you. I won’t let it. I’ll personally take care of anything that comes after you, be it raccoon or ghost.”
The minute Tommy finished that sentence a loud scream sounded ahead of them. Adam jumped and Tommy’s eyes widened in fear. The two looked at each other for a split second before Tommy yelled “Time to go!” and they sprinted back in the direction they came from, disregarding paths altogether.
After a while, Adam realized that Tommy was no longer next to him. He looked back.
“Tommy!?” A little blonde head emerged from behind a hill.
“Do you have any idea,” he gasped, “how hard it is to run in these shoes?!” Adam looked down at Tommy’s ridiculous creepers, and without second thought scooped him up and ran like the devil himself was right behind him.
“Left!” Tommy called out.
“No, I think we came this way!” Adam turned left after a brief stare down with the smaller man.
“See, there’s the gate!”
“It’s closed!” Adam wailed, nearly dropping Tommy. “I knew this would happen! We’re never going to get out of here, Grace and her friends are going to kill us! This is worse than the crazy stalker fans!” Tommy was silent for a minute, then:
“Wait! This isn’t the gate we came in, there’s no mausoleum here! You were right, go right!” He didn’t have to tell Adam twice, and soon they were in front of the correct, thankfully open, gate. Once outside, Adam hugged Tommy tightly before setting him down.
“I bet Grace was just jealous.” Adam said, after they had calmed down.
“Jealous?”
“Yeah. ‘Cause I have you and she’s lonely.”
“Well don’t share!”
“I wasn’t planning on it, Glitterbaby.” And with that, he kissed his bassist sweetly on the nose.
“Let’s go home.”